The Assassin of Elania Ch. 02

(Hi everyone! So sadly I'd already written the this chapter so I'm not going to change it but in the next one after this I'll put more fight less mwah into it! Hope you enjoy!)

The King started to unlace the sleeping girl's leather bodice, before carefully pulling it off of her. He plucked two hidden little knives out of pockets on the inside and placed it all in a pile on the floor. He looked down at her bare feet and chuckled softly at her trousers. It was most uncommon for women besides whores to wear trousers. And these weren't even made for women. These were a pair of men's pants. He used one hand lifting her under her waist and with the other slowly eased the pants down and off of her, adding them to the pile. He unstrapped two daggers from her right leg and a small little vial filled with clear liqud from her left. She was clearly prepared for anything. He smiled at the sight of her underwear and pulled them off slowly, his smile turning to a smirk as her hairy mound came into view. He would have to fix that and he looked forward to it. He looked up at her plain brown shirt and decided he wouldn't care if it was ruined. It was a hideous thing anyhow. He took one of her little daggers and sliced her shirt down the middle before taking it off and staring at her beautiful body.

As he'd expected, her skin was soft and creamy even if her hands and feet were rougher from her business. He lightly stroked her breasts and stomach, making his way down to her mound. Although it was covered in little brown hairs, he knew how sweet it would taste. And he would taste it, once she was more compliant. He slipped his finger into her hole and found that she was a vigin, which he again had expected.

Her eyes flew open as she felt something being shoved up in her and she twitched, alerting the distracted king to her awareness. He withdrew his finger and smiled at her sickeningly.

"Good morning love." He chimed as she sat straight up, shaking slightly. She was clearly too disoriented and confused to be thinking of much else besides where she was and why. She stayed silent for a moment more before parting her sweet lips and - nothing. She couldn't manage to make a sound come out, she was too shocked. The King chuckled at this reaction and knew he would have the most fun with her.

"Need some water, love? The dyinad root has that effect on some people. Makes them parched." He said, still smirking at the disoriented girl.

She set her jaw and shook her head, before sliding off the bed and trying to figure out where she was, before clearly remembering the fact that she was completely naked. A soft blush overtook her cheeks as she crossed her arms and glared at him.

"You are the king of Kvira." She stated confidently, much to his delight. He loved fire in his girls.

"Good job, pet." he purred, getting off the bed and going over to her. "What tipped you off, my crest or my crown?"

"Do not tease me. Why am I here?" she demanded, not losing her objective.

He flicked her braid and stood before her, towering over her slight frame yet she stood her gorund. "We know who you are. And we plan to use you to bring your counrty to ruin. Without you they don't stand a chance."

Although that was a compliment for her she was outraged. "How dare you!?" she cried in horror, stepping away from him. She quickly ran over to her pile of weapons on the floor and held up a knife, pointing it at the king. "Fight me then. Fight me and if I win let me go!" she bargained stupidly.

He laughed loudly at the sight of this tiny woman trying to fight him. He went over to her and grabbed the hand that the knife was in, twisting her wrist sharply. "Let go pet." He said in a level tone. She shook her head and stared defiantly at him, not breaking. He twisting it again and watched as her face screwed up in pain and she dropped the knife reflexively. "Good." He purred, pulling her flush against him. Momentarily she tried to push him away but gave up quickly.

"Oh the fun we'll have." He said softly, stroking her back.

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A knock on the door broke the King out of his reverie and he let go of Sophia, pushing the assassin away from him. She stumbled towards the bed and glared at him fiercely, but he paid her no attention.

"What is it?" The king snapped as he opened the door wide, letting all five of his guards get a glimpse of the naked beauty behind him.

"Are you going to present her tonight?" The captain asked in a hushed whisper so the girl would not hear.

"Yes, yes." The king sighed. As much as he hated to share the beautiful assassin, he knew that as a statement of his power he would have to let the world see her.

"Then she must be prepared." he replied, "I'll have the usual team up here soon sir.'' He saluted the king once more before heading off, all of the guards leaving.

The king rubbed his forehead worriedly, hoping that this would go as planned. "Sophia?" He called over to the girl, who was covering herself with a sheet in the bed.

"Leave me." She demanded darkly

"Now now my sweet. You know I can't do that." he walked over to his pile of weapons and clothing on the floor and moved it to the door. "I have to keep an eye on you. You're a very tricky little thing."

"I do not care. I said leave me." She repeated harshly. It was clear in her eyes that she was subdued for now and was only still resisting for the sake of her pride. He silently vowed to remove her pride along with her maidenhead tonight so she could be more malleable.

He went over to her and sat at the edge of the bed, "Sophia, you must be kind to the next people that you meet." He said sternly, as if talking to a disobedient child. "You are not to harm them or I *will* harm you. Understand?"

The resolve in his voice had her nodding. Whoever was coming to meet her was powerful.

The king's attention was pulled away from his beautiful girl when another knock came, although he greeted this one more tenderly. "Ah, Emily! Wonderful to see you again!" He chimed, pulling the stout woman at the door into a large embrace.

"Will, stop that at once." the woman, Emily, chided. It was evident that her and the King were close. "You haven't given me much time to work on the poor girl."

The king begrudgingly let go of her and waved her into the room, along with five more girls. Three of them supporting a large tin tub filled with water and the other two with wooden boxes.

"Sophia." the King said, making her look back towards him. "I have to go get ready. Remember my warning." He said darkly before picking up her weapons and clothing and leaving the room. Locking the door behind him.

"Well what do we have here?" Emily said, looking her over. "It seems that my Will has caught himself a pretty pet!" Although to Sophia the words were painful to hear, they weren't said with malice. It was clear that this woman meant her no harm and could perhaps be an accomplice.

"My name is Sophia." she said softly, standing up with the sheet still around her. "What is yours?"

"oh - I'm Emily Todds. You sure are a sweet thing, aren't you?" she said, holding out her hand for her. "Well now, come on dearie. I haven't got all day. Lose the sheet."

Sophie reluctantly let the sheet drop to her feet and tried to stop another blush from filling her face. Her usual confident personality was greatly marred by her nakedness.

"That's it now." Emily said as she helped Sophia into the tub and the girls started to work on cleaning her. Sophia sat there, unsure how she felt about this. She didn't like the feeling that was caused by this abnormal vulnerability.

They quickly bathed her, bustling through her room to get out soaps and oils, brushes and powders. After drying her off the brushed a shimmering powder over her, including her newly shaved and sensitive mound. They painted her nipples with the shimmering stuff, much to her embarrassment and tried to turn her large amount of brown hair into something more presentable.

They draped a deep purple filmy cloth over her, tying it at her shoulder and letting it fall to her knees. As they continued to go back to working on her hair she realized that this was all she would be wearing. They slid a golden cuff onto one of her ankles and one of her wrists, each with the crest of the king. They managed to get her hair to fall down to her back in long silky waves and crowned it with a slim golden circlet.

Standing back to admire their work, Emily touched things up and made sure she'd shimmer as much as the city did at night.

"Goodness dove, you're pretty." she said with a smile as she patted Sophia on the cheek, causing her to blush yet again. A few quick knocks on the door were heard right before Will entered and all of the maids dropped down into curtsies, only Emily and Sophia standing tall. "Alright ladies, let's move out!" Emily instructed the maids as they carried their things away and were gone.

"You look beautiful, my pet." Will said to her, running his hand through her soft bouncing waves of hair.

"Please do not touch me." Sophia said softly in reply, unable to take any more of it. Will sighed and left the room for a few moments, before reentering with a golden goblet.

"here, drink. You look as if you are about to faint." He insisted, holding the drink to her lips. Although there were many things she would refuse from him, this drink was not one of them. She parted her lips slightly and let him tip the cup, the sweet liquid trickling into her. After a few gulps, he placed the cup down and looked at her.

"How do you feel?" He asked her softly, holding her body to his.

"I - I don't know." she whispered in reply. A soft feeling was spreading out from her stomach, heating her up from the inside. Her nipples felt tight and she couldn't help but rub her legs together to try and stop the feeling. He smiled softly and kissed her lips, running his hands down her fine figure. He pushed up her dress around her thighs. She moaned as she continued the rubbing, unable to stop. He slowly pried her legs apart and stroked her mound, watching as the lips pulsed.

He pushed past them and circled her hold slowly, feeling her wetness and smiling at it. Rubbing her button lightly he kissed her again, letting her gasp and writhe against him before lowering her to the floor and not touching her anymore. He watched as she squirmed there, her legs spread and her scent of arousal filling the air.

He fed her more of the slightly drugged wine before picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, slipping his finger into her hole again. He murmured words of encouragement as they descended to the throne room, but she was too concentrated on the feeling of his digit rubbing against her walls.

She didn't notice as he burst into the throne room filled with soldiers and warriors all drinking and conversing loudly. She didn't notice how they hooted and hollered at her as the king sat down upon his golden throne and lifted her onto his lap. He slid his finger out of her and grasped her waist, lifting her and turning her towards the man filled room and for the first time since he'd drugged her she was suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was.

"Behold!" He cried loudly, "The assassin of Elania! She has killed many great men and brought lords and dukes and generals of honor whimpering to their knees! And that is where I will bring her and her country!" He declared to the joy of the men in the room. They pounded on tables and stomped their feet, screaming catcalls and laughing. The king loosened the tie of the dress on her shoulder and let is slide off of the petite girl, her nakedness showing to the whole army.

She gasped as he shifted her onto one of his large legs and bounced her there for a moment as he unlaced his breeches. She quivered as he lifted her once more, holding her to the crowd before slowly starting to ease his large member up into her.

Even with the drug from the wine and the fact that she was wet enough to be mistaken for a river, the fit was still painfully tight. She whimpered as he slid up to her hymen, her feet shaking and trying to find purchase on his large thighs for balance. He pulled out a few more inches before slamming her down onto him, her butt resting against his furry balls.

Tears streamed down her face as he tore her maidenhead, but she remained quiet. He started to ease her back up and work her back down, sliding in and out of her slick canal. The pain and pleasurable combination left her shaking as he twisted her around on it back towards him. He kissed away her tears as he continued to move her on his cock.

He murmured soothing words to her, trying to calm her as he thrusted in and out of her. She was panting heavily, feeling dizzy from the wine and the painful discomfort as he tried to shove his hugeness into her tiny, resisting pussy, as slick as it was. She heard the army men whistling and stomping their feet behind her, adding to her intense discomfort and pain.

He gently nuzzled her neck as his large hand slid down lower over her belly and between her spread thighs. She whimpered again as his fingers stroked her there, delving between the plump lips to tease and torment her. She gasped as he found her pleasure nub, massaging it with an expertise that soon had her breathless. Although she tried to fight against the feelings coursing through her again she couldn't stop the flow as a writhing tingling feeling began anew in between her thighs.

She'd heard about the pleasure of sexual encounters when she was younger, before she began her life working for her king but never imagined the actual pleasure it would bring her. She cried out loudly as his thrusts and his fingers sent her over the edge into a painfully pleasurable oblivion.

As he felt her begin to clench around his memeber, he quickened his pace until he too was spurting up into her as she clamped down on him. He eased her off of his semi-hard cock and refastened his breechers, before holding her weak and tired form up once more.

"Victory is ours!" He called loudly into the hall.