They kissed for only a few moments before the King pushed her back, looking maddened, and forced her down to her knees by both shoulders. She looked up at him as he grabbed both of her cheeks in one hand and pulled her slightly up to face him.
“Be careful,” The King said as he unfastened his trousers with his other hand. “If you play a seductress before you’ve even been broken in.” His cock was free of its restraint and he pressed it forward until it had reached the start of her throat. Her young lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. The hand that had been holding her cheeks now kept her head from retreating as the King began to use her teenage mouth.
51’s hands remained on the tops of her thighs, as she was trained to do, and she kept a strong suction on the King’s member as he penetrated her from lips to throat for his own pleasure. She was permitted to gag. She was permitted to shed tears. The King found both arousing. But she had been too well-trained over the past few weeks to resist. Indeed she wanted to please him. Her life would be far better if he was satisfied with her.
Once the King had serviced himself using her teen face to his content, he pulled 51 down on the rug below them to lay her on her back. The fire crackled to her left side and she instinctively looked over at it, averting her gaze from her master. The King mounted her from above, facing the youthful property he had made into his obedient whore.
The King threw off his robe and lay over her in only his gray tunic and unfastened brown trousers, his engorged member – slick with her saliva – resting on her taught stomach.
“Look at me,” he commanded. 51 turned her attention to the King and met his eyes. “I have all my slaves look at me when I first defile them… if they are virgins. I like to see the moment their innocence is taken.”
“Yes, Your Grace,” 51 replied. Keeping her eyes on him as he maneuvered his thick royal cock down her tummy, over her bare mound, and began massaging her clit with the head that would soon be in her. The King admired her for a moment. Her rapid breathing, the way her hair was still tied up in several knots, and how small she looked beneath him awaiting her first use as a royal sex slave.
The King looked down as he began to guide his tip into the folds of her lips, coating his member in her teen juices. His shaft was wider than her pussy lips and almost touched both of her inner thighs. He spread her legs wider to get her ready to take his assault and then pushed the tip of himself into the entrance of her young fuck hole.
Then, with his cock resting at her opening, he pulled both her arms above her head and held them in place at the wrists with one hand. His other hand found her left hip and clutched her from abdomen to back. The King stared into her eyes as he pushed his cock forward into her helpless folds. For almost a minute he slowly drove each quarter inch forward and watched her continue to gasp and absorb him with every small push. The King could not believe her tightness. He felt the familiar rush of heat inside her and the small gush of blood that would now coat his royal member when her hymen ripped to accept him.
The King did not stop his advances until his entire dick was inside his new mount and he felt himself pressing her cervix back, deeper into her own womb. For her part, 51 was trembling, gasping for air, her arms stuck in his clutches above her head. The edges of her perfect eyes were wet from taking the entire royal cock in one slow thrust.
He pulled back to the tip and then entered her again to the maximum depth, her little twat spasmed as it took a second intrusion and did its best to accommodate his size. After the second penetration he began to build a slow rhythm and let go of her arms. She kept them in place above her and the King turned her head away to face the fire, away from him. She had been allowed to meet his eyes, she would have to earn that privilege from then on.
The King slowly humped his little fuck toy for a few minutes and then, whether she was ready or not, he got up on his knees and pulled her legs up into his arms, bringing her small ass off the rug in the process, to begin fucking her at a more vigorous pace. 51 moaned, exclaimed, and even yelped as her sovereign used her body to please his own manhood.
After several minutes he pulled out, coated in her juices and the debris of her teen cherry. He rolled her over by her hips and brought her up to the couch before bending her over on all fours. He stood on the floor next to the couch and admired her petite young arse up on display for him. Unable to defend against his intrusion. The King untied the bows holding her hair in knots while his prick rested on her from cheeks to back. Once her hair was free he used one hand to hold on to her golden mane while the other guided his dick to her waiting teen cunt.
“You may make any sounds you wish, my pet.” The King said. He then pushed himself into her from behind and for a moment stopped to mindfully soak in how her inner walls gripped, even tried to eject, the royal shaft at that angle. 51 screamed out as he took her doggystyle for the first time and, unlike when he first penetrated her, he did not wait to slowly build momentum but rather immediately made her take the pounding he wanted.
“You may speak, slave.” The King said. And in an instant she took full advantage of the liberty.
“Oh- MY – LORD!” 51 shouted, “My Lord. My Lord. Ahhhh! Ahhh! My Lord please! Pleaseeeeee.”
“Please what, slave?” The King asked as he smacked her lean ass with his free hand.
“Please, Your Grace!” she exclaimed, her head pulled back as he held her hair like a rein, “Please!!” The implication was clear. She could not beg him to stop, this was forbidden unless he expressly permitted it. Still she was pleading for him to relent, her animal instincts taking precedence over her training.
The King slowed his pace and wrapped both of his strong, older hands around her neck. Squeezing her throat to prevent her from drawing breath. Once she was sufficiently at his whim, he began slowly forcing her to take every inch of him in and out of her slick, tight pussy from behind. He even used her neck to pull her whole body back onto his member when he was thrusting forward.
After a minute he felt her start to tremble as her lack of breath caught up to her. He let her throat out of his grasp and she collapsed down, her ass still in the air, to draw in as much air as she could.
“You will not beg of me unless it is to beg for more.”
While she recovered, the King grabbed the clay pot on the table next to the couch and opened it. Inside was a thick, slightly pink liquid that he dipped his right thumb and forefinger into. With a healthy dollop of the oil in hand, he began coating her little ass crack… with particular attention to her puckered teen anus.
51 had returned to her hands and knees, his prick still resting in her tight canal, as the King began inserting his oil-covered thumb into her ass. He rotated his thumb to coat the entirety of her sphincter and the first inch of her rectum in the elixir. Then he began fingering her virgin ass, enjoying the feeling of his finger penetrating her tiny hole and pressing through her folds onto the dick lodged in her teen pussy.