Serving the King Ch. 03

He crawled on hands and knees until he was over me, lips finding mine again. Then he shifted down, his lips leaving mine and alighting on my cheek, my jaw, my neck. He stayed there for a moment, kissing and licking, eliciting a quiet noise of desperation from me.

Then he was moving down again, lips on my collarbone, then lower.

I fumbled at my bandeau, then pulled it up and over my head, baring my chest to him. I tossed the cloth somewhere off to the side, not caring much where it landed.

His royal lips traced a royal line down the center of my chest, then strayed outwards, kissing along the swell of one breast until his lips were over my nipple. He kissed and gently sucked, pulling the nipple against his lips. I arched my back reflexively, pushing my chest against his face. He slid a hand under my back, holding me up as he kissed and sucked. Then, not wanting any of me to feel left out, Edward switched his attention to my other breast, drawing it up into an aroused stiffness and making me sigh in pleasure.

My lord king's palm replaced his mouth, sliding up the underside of my breast until he cupped my breast in his hand. He gently squeezed the flesh there, kneading it as his mouth continued its journey south. He gently rolled my nipple between finger and thumb, and I hummed appreciatively.

The path of his lips continued down along my stomach, until his lips were pressed against my waist. I wished for a moment that I could have bought underwear that was just a bit more... exciting. But his hands slid down to follow the path his mouth had blazed, and he slid the panties off without sparing them a moment's thought, tossing them over a shoulder.

Now I was bared before him again, and he stopped completely for a moment as he drank in the sight.

I hadn't known for sure he would accept my proposal, but I'd been eagerly anticipating it. And, in premature celebration, I'd taken the time to shave myself. I still had a small tuft of hair on the front of my pelvis, but I was shaved bare all the way around my labia. With nothing to cover the view, I was on full display in front of my king's hungry eyes.

"Do you like what you see, your majesty?" It was a rhetorical question, since the bulging of his eyes was all the answer I could need. But sometimes a girl likes to be complimented on her hard work.

"It's... you're gorgeous," he whispered, and I couldn't help but giggle. The look in his eyes, the tone in his voice... it sounded like reverence. I had a brief, heretical notion of convincing the king to worship me and my body.

The words he spoke made for a good answer, but then he gave another answer that was even better. With no more words and no hesitation, he all but lunged forward, his mouth suddenly covering my vagina.

"Oh," I said in relief. His warm mouth was a welcome reprieve from the cool air, and I felt the heat of his breath spread up into me and all the way up my spine. "Oh," I said again when he reached out with his tongue and traced along my sensitive lip. Warm, wet heat radiated up into me as his tongue probed along my folds, and between them. He traced a line up, briefly flicking across the sensitive nerve bundle at the top, then back down. He followed that same path again, from my wet slit up to my clitoris, then back down.

Then he was pressing forward with his tongue, sliding it into me, and I felt my hips push up against his face automatically. He delved with his tongue, lapping up my taste, and I moaned quietly in pleasure. It wasn't quite as good as the other thing he'd slid in there, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

"Oh," I whispered for a third time as he slid his tongue up again until it passed over the aching nub at the apex of my folds. He swished it back and forth a few times, making my body twitch slightly at the jolts of delightful sensation. "Just like that," I told the king, the ruler of these lands, and he complied, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit.

He kept at that motion, passing the tip of his tongue back and forth. Currents of electric stimulation surged up my core with each motion, and I felt heat radiating out from my spine and down until the delicate folds of my pussy were alight with tingling heat. I wanted more, more, more.

"I want you," I whispered to him, but King Edward's attention was fully fixed on his task.

I writhed under the attention, my body moving of its own accord. It was so good, but I wanted to feel him inside of me. I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled, dragging him up forcefully. A wide grin split his face as he surfaced. I guided him up until I could kiss him again. The taste of my own wetness on his mouth was heady and hot, and spurred on the heat inside of me.

I pulled against him and ground our hips together, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh.

I slid shaking fingers down the front of his shirt, undoing buttons with fast, eager motions. He moved to a kneeling position so I could pull up on the loosened shirt. It came up over his chest in a smooth motion, and I tossed it aside.

"Gods, I want you so bad," I moaned, and his grin got even wider. He was naked now, his pants having come the rest of the way off sometime in the last few minutes, and I felt the heat in me continue to spread. More, more, more, it demanded.

He was already between my spread legs, and I was wet and thoroughly aroused. I had no intention of waiting any longer.

I seized his cock in hand and pulled gently, using it to guide him like I was walking a stallion. The king dropped down until he was on all fours over top of me, and I held his shaft in hand, guiding it towards me.

"I want you now," I told him. He didn't argue. He pulled his hips back as I dragged the tip of him along my slick folds until he was lined up with my entrance. Then he started pressing forward. His head pressed against me, my lips parting as he inched forwards. My body was wet and ready, and yielded gratefully to his slow entrance.

I moaned loudly as the tip of him slid in past the ring of my entrance, and I finally took my hands off his shaft. I trusted the king could find his way from here.

One of my hands was on the back of his neck, pulling his face down and against mine. My other hand slid around to the back of his waist, holding tightly to him as he pressed forward, sliding into me millimeter by millimeter.

I hadn't realized how empty my body was until I felt him start to fill me, sliding into my slick tunnel. The walls of my pussy spread as his cock inched forward, and we both sighed in contentment as he finally slid all the way into me.

It was like he had come home for the first time in a month.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies perfectly still. Perfectly connected. But we both wanted more.

He slid his hips back slightly, his cock shifting and dragging itself backwards. The ridge of him dragged along my innermost walls like a caress, and they closed up behind him as he withdrew. Then he pushed forward, spreading me open all over again. He slid in until he was all the way in me, his testes rested against my ass and pelvis pressed against mine.

Again he shifted his hips, again sliding back a few inches before pushing forward. My soft moan was muffled by his lips against mine.

He pushed into me, and my body gripped him like a fist, trying to hold him there even as he pulled back again. His motions brought our bodies together again, and this time my moan of pleasure echoed out into the room.

I was no longer afraid of anyone hearing us, no longer afraid of being caught. None of that mattered now. Nothing mattered except for the feeling of him inside of me, our conjoined pleasure.

He had already gotten me close with his mouth, and my body ached for its release. I dug my hand into his waist and pulled him towards me as he thrust. I guided him, pulling him against me harder and faster. I was done playing the role of the shy maiden. Perhaps he would realize that had been a con all along, or perhaps he would simply think he had caused my sexual awakeneing. I didn't care about that any more. All I cared about was this feeling of connection, the feeling of him sliding into me.

I could feel that sweet pressure building already, and spurred him on with my hands and the motions of my hips. Harder. Faster.

The sounds of our bodies meeting echoed in the room. He slid into me again, again. His cock went deep each time, sliding into my hungry body.

That pressure in me mounted with each thrust, until finally it spilled over. My body clenched underneath him as the wave of pleasure rolled down my spine and out into my limbs. My muscles clenched and relaxed rhythmically as I shook and twitched, and all the while he kept thrusting, our bodies slapping together over and over.

I started coming down from the high, but the pleasure didn't withdraw all the way, like it was waiting just around the next corner.

"Don't stop, my king," I panted. "Just like that."

"Gods, it's amazing watching you climax," he told me, grinning again.

"I might just do it again, my lord."

He was still thrusting fast, but he had found a rhythm now, and our bodies were moving in perfect sync. I could feel that ball of pleasure reforming in my core, growing slowly hotter and larger as we moved together.

"I love feeling you inside of me," I moaned. "I love feeling you fill me."

"Oh, my love," he grunted, still sawing back and forth and bringing our bodies together again and again. "There's no greater pleasure in the world than being here with you. In you."

"Edward," I moaned. It was the first time I'd used just his first name, but he didn't object. It made me feel even bolder. "Do I make you feel good?"

"So good," he whispered. "Your body is so gorgeous. So soft. So perfect."

"It's yours," I promised him. "All of me is yours. Take me how you like."

He grunted and drove himself into me harder, his pace picking up even more as I whispered in his ear.

I could feel that pressure mounting in me again, growing as his divine cock slid into me again and again. I wondered whether I would find my second release before he found his, or if we might even climax together.

"I'm yours," I told him. "I want to give you pleasure, make you happy. I want to feel your pleasure inside of me."

I blushed as I listened to myself speak. Was I really just a whore now? I'm sure even a dockside prostitute would hesitate to speak so boldly, but I loved it. I liked how it made me feel dirty. And the way he grunted when I whispered in his ear made me think our lord king loved it too.

I was getting closer now, and his breathing made me think he wasn't far off. "I want you to cum inside of me, your majesty."

"Yes," he groaned, voice tight with delight and tension.

"Do you want to finish inside of me?" I asked, almost cooing as I spurred him on. "Do you want to release your pleasure, your seed, into me?"

"Yes," he groaned again, his breathing ragged and fast. His face was contorted in desperation as he tried to hold off just a moment more.

"I want you to," I told him. His cock slid into me again, again, stimulating every inch of me. "I want to feel you pumping inside of me, filling me with your heat, your pleasure."

"Oh, gods yes," he moaned. I knew he was close, but I was too.

"I want to feel your seed inside of me," I begged. "I want to carry your child. I want to do that for you."

"Yes," he sighed. I felt his cock stiffen even more, his whole body shuddering as he drove himself into me again, his cock pushing into my depths and pushing us both towards our release."Arabela, yes."

"Yes, my lord," I cooed as I felt that majestic cock twitch inside of me. "I'm yours. Take me. Take your pleasure in me. Let us come together..."

His face relaxed into a look of relief as he drove his throbbing cock into me again. His touch, his breathing, our connection, his look of pure pleasure, the feeling of him cumming... it was all too much for me, and I fell shuddering over that precipice again. I moaned loudly as I came a second time, my body clamping down around him as his body slapped against mine again.

Inside, I could feel the impact as the first rope of his seed slapped against my inner entrance. The feeling of him unleashing his essence into me spurred on my crashing wave of pleasure, lifting me higher. The physical sensation of it was warm and nice, and it was laced with a kind of pride that I could make him feel so good. I was happy my body could bring him such pleasure.

As the heat of his semen permeated my flesh and seeped into me, there was another layer to the pleasure. Was finally the moment where our bodies would achieve their ultimate goals, their destinies? My muscles were undulating, milking him even as he buried himself to release every drop of semen he could, as deep in me as he could get. I craved the connection, and some simple, primal part of me craved what could come of that connection. That part of me wanted his seed in me to take root, to quicken, to make me swell with life.

Again he pulsed inside of me, and again I felt a burst of heat as his cock released another wave of seed. He groaned as he ground against me, his instincts driving him to go deeper, to bury himself in me, to release himself as deep as he could get. My pussy clenched around him as bolts of pleasure sizzled down my limbs. He didn't hesitate to take advantage of the increased tightness, thrusting steadily as his muscles contracted.

I was full and fulfilled as my climax came to its very peak, and still he kept thrusting, carrying me through. Each motion churned the pool of cum inside of me, pushing it back in again and again as my body twitched again.

Finally, I passed the peak and came down from the high.

"Ah," I hissed as I suddenly realized how overstimulated I was. I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. He took the hint and relaxed, his body falling down over top of mine.

It wasn't very comfortable, being fully under him, but I wanted to wait another moment before we moved, before we separated. He was still halfway hard, still inside of me, holding all of his cum in place. We were still connected, as intimately as two people can be, and I wanted the moment to last just a little longer.

But the moment passed as he rolled over, coming to a rest beside me. His chin was against my shoulder and one arm draped across my chest as we lay there, catching our breaths.

"When are we going to make this official?" I asked, then silently cursed myself. This was a moment for enjoying connection and post-coital bliss, not for questioning. But I had been wondering how the king would declare it for more than an hour now.

"My wife knows, and the serving staff know," he told me, his voice deep and muzzy and content. "All that's left is the courtiers. There's a small feast tonight, nothing too excessive, and it seems as good a time to announce it as any."

"Tonight?" I asked, suddenly feeling alarmed. "My lord, I... I don't have any clothes adequate for a royal dinner, let alone one where I'm going to be shown off."

I had at least one dress that was nice enough to show off, but all of my clothing was years out of fashion. When my family's wealth started declining, buying new dresses hadn't exactly been a high priority.

"Get some today then, my love," he whispered, and I felt myself flush with emotions. On one hand, that was the third time he'd called me love, and the first time he'd said it outside of the heat of sex. On the other hand, it was frustrating that he suggested just getting a new dress in one day. Picking out the fabric and cut, getting the measurements taken, waiting for the tailor to work... that was not something that got done in a single afternoon. Surely he must know that?

"That seems wise, your majesty," I agreed. "I think I need to bathe before I can go out. I imagine I look a little... ruffled."

He lifted his head up from where it was resting on my shoulder, looked me over, and grinned. "I think it is a fine look. Anyone who sees your hair will know exactly what you were doing this morning. I kind of like the idea of everyone knowing how carnally we spent our morning."

"I'm sure half the staff heard me," I admitted, feeling myself blush more. "But all the same, I will bathe and dress myself properly before facing the world. Will you join me?"

"No, dearest heart," he said with a sigh. "I fear I've dallied long enough this morning."

I was a little disappointed that we wouldn't get to spend the day together, even now that our relationship was becoming public. But I also knew that if he came into the bath with me, one thing would lead to another and... I wouldn't exactly be getting clean.

King Edward sat at the edge of the bed and pulled his pants up, carefully lacing everything back in place. As I watched him, his back towards me as he put his clothing back in place, I felt a pang of something... maybe loneliness?

That thought was muted as he turned and placed a kiss square on my lips. "Tonight," he whispered in a voice that was almost a purr, "maybe you should sleep in my room."

I felt heat spread across my face and chest as I imagined sleeping with him. Not just fucking, but actually sleeping, curled up together. "I will see you tonight, then, my king."

He stepped out into the sitting room and shut my bedroom door behind him, giving me a modicum of privacy as he called his butler into the room. Even if everyone knew we were laying together, it wouldn't do for the king to walk around the hallways looking disheveled.

I made my way to my bathroom, naked as the day I was born. Unless you counted the smear of white that I was wearing along my inner thighs as it slowly trickled out of me.

With a couple of movements, hot water began filling my tub, and I settled onto my toilet to wait. I could feel thick globs of semen bubble their way out of me, dribbling into the bowl. The feeling of the sticky residue dripping wasn't something I'd gotten used to yet, and I honestly didn't know if I ever would.

I was just stepping into the steaming water when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Come in, my lord," I called, and was surprised when the door cracked and a woman's face pulled through.

"The king has departed," she told me, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Um. My lady."

"Yes, of course," I answered as my brain finally caught up with the sudden change. "Are you..."

"My name is Cassandra," she said, stepping into the room and curtseying. "Uncle... uh, the head butler has asked me to be your handmaid until such time as he finds a more suitable option."

"Arnold's your uncle?"

"Yes, my lady," she answered, staring straight down at the floor. She looked almost painfully shy, but at least she wasn't stammering. She certainly had potential. "Do you need me to attend you while you bathe?"

"I think I can manage a bath on my own," I told her with a smile that she didn't see.

"Very well, my lady. I will tidy your room in the meanwhile. My uncle mentioned you would be shopping this morning. Would you like me to select an outfit for you?"

"That would be perfect," I told her. "Thank you very much."

She curtseyed again and slipped out of the room, and I almost chuckled at how shy the poor thing was. Still, she seemed polite, and had enough initiative to get right on working as soon as she came in. Perhaps I would tell Arnold that Cassandra would do fine. I smiled up at the ceiling as I settled back into the hot water, letting it relax the muscles in my legs that just got a workout underneath the king.

When I finally finished bathing and toweling off and found what outfit she'd laid out, I decided I was definitely keeping her.

"Are you pleased, my lady?" she asked, and I nodded. The dress she'd chosen was both elegant and practical, and she'd lain out a selection of accessories that completed the look. It looked casual enough for a day on the town, without sacrificing any glamor. I would have chosen that exact dress myself.