Princess Xxalia Ch. 01

He laid her back down, keeping his arms about her as he pressed his body against her. He moved his hips, his pace slow at first, gently allowing his daughter to feel him and adjust. As he saw the desire in her eyes as her hips moved with his and he picked up a deep and steady rhythm.

She held his shoulders, her movements flowing in time with his. She lifted her pelvis and felt him filling her with every stroke, her body surrounding him, caressing him, pulling him into her dewy depths. She loved him more than ever in that moment. Her desires and dreams to be with him were finally a reality. She felt honoured that she could be there for her father, that in return, he needed her for this greatest of gifts.

She wrapped her legs about him, her hands clutching his back as his urgency mounted. He grunted loudly, his strokes becoming more frantic. The friction built inside her as his solid length rubbed along her sensitive flesh. She began to whimper then moan as the waves of her next orgasm swelled.

Suddenly he cried out, wildly pounding into her, driving harder and faster again and again. She groaned and cried out as the fire overcame her and filled her with such burning. The sheer intensity made her scream, prolonged by her father's rhythm, she grabbed the sheets, her back contorting, her legs shaking, as she succumbed to the fires of passion.

"By the gods," the king groaned as he drew up his knees to either side of her buttocks. His hips slapped into hers, pushing and thrusting, forcing her to take all of him until she felt a powerful surging deep inside as his seed saturated her channel and flooded her womb. He grunted and growled as the last of his come pumped into her. He lay upon her, his arms around her as he panted, his chest pushing against hers with every breath.

She lay trembling and kissed the top of his head, her hands trailing up and down the length of his back, her legs still holding him to her. He shuddered as he eased himself out causing more tremors of pleasure to course through her body as his now flaccid but still wide girth withdrew. The king's seed spilled from her and she tilted her hips upward as her maids had instructed.

"Xxalia?" said the king, his voice still slightly breathless.

"I'm fine Father," she said, "I hope I am soon carrying your son."

In the weeks that followed, Xxalia and her father consummated every night. Before long their coupling became more than a simple need to procreate. As Xxalia had hoped, her father was falling for her too.

His affection for her took on a more public display with him often stopping her for a quick kiss or taking her into a passionate embrace that often took several minutes before they would prize themselves apart.

In their chamber, the king's enchantment with his daughter was even more apparent. His kisses were insatiable and insistent, his hands and mouth never getting quite enough of her smooth ivory skin.

Xxalia was enamoured with her father's attentions and was soon delighted to learn that she was pregnant. Even a few weeks before she acquired the sickness she knew her father's baby grew inside her. She was so happy and thrilled to be the only one aware of such exciting news, but she was bursting to tell him of their success.

"I carry your child," she said to him after their usual evening of fiery passion.

The king rolled to her, his eyes alive with happiness. He kissed her mouth, his lips urgent and demanding.

"I love you my daughter," he said.

"And I you, Father."

He smoothed a hand down her still flat stomach before playing with the soft white curls between her thighs. He pulled her to him, spooning in behind her as his hand continued to caress.

He lifted her leg and his finger immediately slipped into her still soaking folds from their previous mating. She felt a nudge at her back, her father once again fully erect.

The king said nothing as he guided himself into her, pushing into the drenched channel. Xxalia tightened her muscles around him as he pulled back and drove in again. His pace was slow and he pulled her hips to him.

His tongue found her ear, his breath warm and his mouth hot as his licked her lobe and nibbled her neck. His fingers found her pearl of pleasure and he had her crying out in continuous groans until she came, soaking his manhood and gripping it tightly.

"Oh Xxalia," he moaned, his rhythm getting faster as his own climax breached. For the second time that evening he filled her with his hot seed, thrusting against her as he shuddered and groaned.

She turned her head to him to claim his mouth. He withdrew, pulling her to him, his arms around her, his tongue finding hers. They slept in each other's arms, the result of their union to remain secret until the king announced it to his people.

Almost nine months later, Xxalia was nearing the date of her confinement, but the king refused to be parted from her. He insisted that she stay in his chamber until the time of the birth. Xxalia's swollen belly was large and the king began to be concerned for her safety during the birth.

"I won't lose you as well," he said to her as she went through her preparations for the baby's eventual nursery.

"Father, I'll be fine," she said, standing on tiptoes to kiss his mouth.

"I've sent for the best physician in the land to see over the birth. At the first sign of complication he is to -" but Trayk couldn't finish his sentence. The idea that he might have to choose between his daughter and his child was too much for him.

Xxalia wrapped her arms around him, her head on his chest.

"You have nothing to fear Father. The palace physicians have said everything is going well. The baby has turned and is ready to be born."

"I will not leave you," he said, his hand absently stroking her hair, "I will be by your side as the child enters the world.

"Of course Father."

He bent forward to capture her mouth; his kisses had become so demanding, so possessive. He pulled at her dress as he yanked at his clothes. Once naked, he looked at her fully. Her round belly protruded sensuously from below her now large full breasts. The pink nipples, once small and sweet, were round and plush and yearned to be suckled. He led her to their bed and lifted her onto it easily in spite of her added burden. She barely had time to get comfortable before his mouth captured a nipple and he began to suck fiercely.

"Oh," she cried, her hands plunging into his hair. He circled the tight bud with his tongue, his warm breath against her straining flesh.

He ran his hands over her taut belly; the skin stretched as tight as a drum. He felt his child kick and he laughed against Xxalia's skin.

She smiled and grasped the base of his immense erection, her hand immediately stroking along its length. The king groaned and moved off the bed, pulling her to the side and turning her over. She stood at the edge, her head lying against the soft mattress, her heavy breasts and belly hanging beneath her. He entered her from behind swiftly and she gasped as her body suddenly stretched to envelope him.

He leaned forward to hold and caress her breasts, smoothed down along the skin of her engorged stomach and touched the tiny round bud of her lust. He rubbed it with his finger, his strokes quickening as he felt her clench around him, her orgasm building.

Xxalia seized the sheets before her, burying her face in the mattress as her legs trembled and threatened to buckle. Over and over he teased, the fires of pleasure scorching down her aching legs.

"Father I'm coming!" she screamed, her hand clutching her swollen belly as he felt her muscles squeeze and pulse around him. It sent him over the edge and with a deep groan he filled her, thick trails of cream sliding down her thighs, his body leaning against her as his climax subsided with several thrusting jerks.

They fell asleep with the king's arm wrapped possessively around his daughter's stomach. Sleep only claiming him once he knew both people he loved were safely in his embrace.

As the sun peaked over the horizon, Xxalia awoke to a vicious pain. She whimpered and curled forward as she tried to sit up. The king woke beside her in confusion but was quickly alert when he understood the situation. The physician he had sent for had only arrived the evening before and was still drowsy when shaken from his bed.

Xxalia's maids arrived with the birthing stool and lifted it onto the large table in the king's room, then helped the naked Xxalia up into it. The stool itself was a chair with a hole in the seat. Positioned on the table the physician was able to effectively conduct his constant examinations.

Xxalia screamed as a contraction took hold, she desperately clutched the hand of a maid and she too cried out. Trayk had been pacing the floor; unsure of what to do, but now he leapt onto the table and pushed the maid aside. He gripped both his daughter's hands and crouched in front of her, willing her to look at him.

"Father," she wailed, "The baby is too big."

"Xxalia, look at me, look into my eyes my love," said the king, "I am your strength, bear down on me."

Another contraction rolled through her and she squeezed her father's hands, her eyes tightly shut. She grimaced through the pain and when she opened her eyes her father was there, his blue eyes deep, giving her strength.

Her contractions were strong and steadily gaining intensity. After hours of agony the physician told Xxalia she could start to push. The princess bore down, her face reddening, her body straining, urging the babe from her womb. Tears streamed down her face and her skin was soaked with sweat. Her maids took it in turns to climb up and wipe her skin with cool cloths.

"Again Your Highness," said the physician, standing on a stool, his hand on her belly as she once again curled forward and pushed hard. Her father's eyes locked with hers, and she saw him looking at her with all his love. She bore down, her limbs aching and her body constricting, she'd never known such torture. She squeezed his hands, the pain rolling over her stomach and down her back. She gasped when it stopped, the sweat trickling down the sides of her head. Her long white hair was secured back but loose strands hung in damp tendrils about her face.

She felt the next contraction grip and she pushed and sobbed, willing the child to be born.

"Father, I can't," she cried, tears coursing down her cheeks, "I can't do it anymore."

The king's fingers were purple from his daughter's unrelenting grip but he made no attempt to release them.

"Yes you can Xxalia, you can do this, my child," he said, looking into her eyes, "Think of the baby, our baby, yours and mine."

She cringed as the next contraction took hold, squeezing her father's hands as she curled forward, the top of her head against his chest, bearing down with all she had.

"The head, the baby's crowning," cried one of her maids.

"That's my girl," said the king, kissing her drenched brow, "You're almost there."

"Once more your highness," he said, pulling gently as she gritted her teeth and pushed. The baby finally slid out and into the physician's arms. "A boy, Your Highness, you've had a son!"

Xxalia fell back against the seat awkwardly. The physician administered to the wailing baby as she regained her breath. Wrapped and roughly cleaned the physician handed her son to her. She smiled weakly, the baby squirming and whimpering until he smelt his mother and quieted. So small and pink, his tiny hands clutching at the air, his cries sounding like sweet music.

She looked up at her father, holding the baby for him to take. She saw his hands tremble as he slowly took his son and held him to his chest.

"Your son Father," she said and she smiled as she saw the tears in his eyes.