A Whore for the King Pt. 02

"I am so sorry," Sarah said.

"Whatever for?" Harold asked.

"You deserve a woman who knows how to give a man pleasure," Sarah said. "I know nothing. All I know is that I want your touch."

"Sarah, it is the fondest desire of all men to be with a woman experiencing love for the very first time," Harold said. "Don't worry about anything. Leave everything to me. It will be wonderful for both of us, I promise."

"Will it hurt? My mother said it hurts," Sarah said.

"It will hurt for a moment," Harold said. "But it should soon feel wonderful. It only hurts the first time. After tonight, it will be nothing but pleasure without pain."

Although Sarah believed him, she couldn't help but feel frightened about what was about to happen. Harold removed his last item of clothing, and she was alarmed at what she saw between his legs. He was erect, his cock pointed toward the ceiling. It was the first time she'd seen a man's hard cock, and it was disturbing. From watching farm animals, she knew he was to put that big thing inside her. The idea was frightening. It couldn't possibly fit.

He pulled back the sheets and climbed into bed. She felt his cock against her thigh. It was the only thing she could think about. Sarah felt Harold's arms around her, and he pulled her body tightly against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Sarah's nipples became painfully hard, and her breasts seemed to ache. She wanted him to touch her there, and was pleased when he did.

The feeling of his hands on her breasts was so pleasurable it made her swoon. It seemed that she should do something to make him feel as good as he made her, but she didn't know what to do. A more experienced woman might have reached for Harold's cock, but Sarah didn't know how much he'd like that. She just laid still in his arms and let him have his way with her.

Harold reached for the hem of her gown and began lifting it upward. Soon he removed it from her body completely, and she felt both embarrassed and aroused at being naked. The sensations were so intense they were overwhelming. But she knew they hadn't even begun doing what she'd seen so many times with animals on the farm. She'd seen it with horses and cattle, and it usually alarmed her. Was that what would happen next?

Once again, Harold reached for the warm, wet flesh between her legs. This time he didn't stop until he cupped her pussy in one hand. He was being gentle. Too gentle. Sarah wanted him to squeeze her, to stroke her, to press his fingers deep inside and massage her clit with his thumb. She'd touched herself just days ago. She thought she needed to understand what would happen when a man touched her there. She'd been overwhelmed by the pleasure. Now she wanted Harold to please her the same way.

He finally did.

After spreading her legs as far as they would spread, Harold reached down and slipped a finger deep inside her pussy. She gasped with surprise and excitement. He moved the finger in and out gently, causing waves of pleasure so intense Sarah could barely stand them. Harold inserted a second finger, and Sarah couldn't help but thrust her hips upward to meet his touch.

"Ohhhhh... your majesty," she said.

"Harold," the king said. "It's Harold."

"Harold..." she gasped. Sarah had been told to expect a bit of pain the first time she lay with a man. So far, she felt nothing but overwhelming pleasure.

That would change. Harold licked and sucked her breasts and nipples as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside her body. She thrashed about uncontrollably, gripping the sheets and making tight little fists as the wonderful assault on her senses continued. Sarah found herself thinking about her mother, who must have felt the same things on the night she married her father. It was strange to imagine her parents doing what she was doing now. Then Harold twisted his fingers, touching a new place inside her, and she lost the ability to think about anything except all the sensations spreading from head to toe.

Harold was a considerate and generous lover. He'd always tried to satisfy his wife. When he was a young man surrendering his virginity to Madam Alice, she'd taught him what women needed from their men, and he always tried to give it. Sarah felt a climax was going to happen, and she knew it would be more powerful than any she'd experienced before. It would have happened, but Harold removed his hand first. He climbed between her legs and placed his cock at her pussy's entrance.

If she's really a virgin, I need to be careful, Harold thought to himself. He'd deflowered exactly one virgin - his late wife, Beatrice. When she first came to the palace, the royal physician examined her and saw that her virtue was intact. Back then, the doctor told Harold that the way to minimize the pain of tearing the maidenhead was to plunge smoothly and swiftly. Trying to gently push into a virgin's tight pussy will prolong the discomfort and make everything hurt far more.

And so, Harold prepared to plunge his cock into Sarah in one stroke. He did not expect what happened. Sarah shrieked in pain. Harold's late wife had experienced some discomfort on her wedding night, but Sarah's level of pain exceeded that by far. Harold remained deep inside Sarah's suffering pussy, unsure of what to do next. Should he withdraw? Stay put?

"Are you alright?" he finally asked.

Sarah grimaced. "It hurt," she said. "It hurt at first, but it isn't too bad now."

"Should I stop?"

"No, Harold. Don't stop. It hurts a bit, but it feels good, too."

And so Harold began moving slowly in and out of Sarah's suffering pussy. She kept taking deep, gasping breaths that indicated her discomfort was not over. At the same time, she pulled Harold to her breast in a way that told him she wanted to continue. Knowing he'd caused such a sweet young woman so much pain made Harold feel terrible. He imagined he must have done something wrong, but the truth was more nuanced. Some women have fragile maidenheads that shred easily, and others have strong ones. Sarah happened to be one of those women who had a maidenhead that could only be torn away during a moment of terrible pain.

But that pain was mercifully transient. Soon, Sarah began making sexy little sounds that let Harold know she was beginning to enjoy what he was doing. She drew in gasping breaths that got deeper and deeper as her climax grew near. Harold was gladdened and relieved when she began to cum. He may have been a king, but he was also a man, and he was happy to see the signs that proved he'd satisfied Sarah. It had been too long since he'd done that for a woman.

It would have been pleasant for Harold to continue having sex for a long time. He possessed the skills required to prolong the experience, but he knew Sarah had more than enough for one evening. There would be plenty of time for more in the future. He stopped trying to hold back. As he filled Sarah's body with warm wetness, she marveled at how good it all felt. She particularly enjoyed the throbbing of Harold's cock as he came again and again and again.

He held Sarah in his arms for a long time. Relaxing in bed with a naked, willing woman felt almost as good as the act of love itself. Harold finally decided to get out of bed so he could use the chamberpot.

When he got to the room that held the empty porcelain pot, Harold saw that there was blood on his cock. Harold remembered that he'd suspected Sarah might have been one of those whores who promoted herself as a virgin over and over. He felt ashamed. His old and trusted friend Madam Alice had said Sarah was a virgin. How could he have doubted someone who'd been so steadfast for so many years?

What's wrong with me? he wondered. Have I been so long without a woman that I'm losing myself?

"That was wonderful, Harold," Sarah said when he returned to bed.

"I hope it didn't hurt too much," he said.

"It was fine. The pain was brief. I've been told being with a man can feel wonderful, but I was not prepared for it to feel as wonderful as it did. I understand now why people talk about it so much."

"I liked it too," Harold said. "I am glad you're here, Sarah. You make me happier than you can know."

"That's good to hear," she said. "I hope I continue making you happy."

At length, they fell asleep in each other's arms. They woke in the middle of the night and made love again; there was no pain. They made love a third time in the morning before the king had to leave. Before going, he told her to expect him to join her again that night.

Sarah felt happy when he left her alone. She felt prideful, and satisfied.

It's good to be the king's whore, she thought to herself.

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All seems well so far. In part 3, we learn why a whore can never bear a child of a king.