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Eefa had watched the King ravish her sister with a mixture of arousal and horror. Had Awnye wanted the King, it would have been romantic, but instead, she was forced to accept him, afraid of what the King might decide to do if they resisted him. Now, she was also afraid that he would make good on his threat of taking them both with him to his castle where they would have to please him whenever he wanted.
She had thought temptingly of the door. If somehow she could slip out while the King was distracted with Awnye, she would be okay. But then, it was over and the King looked at her with a level of lust that frightened her.
“I had your sister first so that I can take my time with you,” he explained, looking at her. He lay next to her and pulled her into his arms. “So, the first thing about loving is kissing and petting.” His mouth covered hers. At first, they were just hard kisses, but then his tongue tasted her lips, trying to press between them.
Eefa froze, scared of feeling him. But then, his tongue worked between her lips and teeth.
“Relax, Eefa,” Awnye advised. “It won’t be as bad as you think.”
Eefa tried to make herself relax, but then his hands began to fondle her. He felt the cushions of flesh on her young body. They weren’t as large as her sister’s.
The King released her mouth and moved down. “For one with no experience, you are very good,” he murmured. “Tasty...” He moved his mouth across her breast to the nipple which he kissed and nipped until it budded for him.
Eefa felt a little sigh release from her mouth at the sensation of his lips on her tender areolas. The first tingle coursed through her body and settled between her legs, almost like the fingers that were stroking her body, getting lower and lower.
His hand ran through the hair guarding her secret tunnel. She tensed as his finger pushed against her, feeling between the tender lips below.
She whimpered.
“You’re going to be fine,” the King whispered. “I’m almost ready for you, but I’m going to take my time… and make sure you’re ready for me.” A finger entered her body at that, causing her to gasp. She whimpered again as he stroked her with the finger.
The King moved his head further down, kissing her stomach, down to her abdomen, then further. When she felt his hot breath on her soft wet folds, she wondered if she could stand it. She shuddered in unexpected pleasure.
“He’s not so bad, is he?” Awnye asked, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.
Then his tongue touched her, running around the moistened folds. “Oh!” she gasped with another whimper. The sensation was beyond imagination! She wanted the King to keep doing this forever! They’d never get any further, never get to the part where she would be hurt from his size… She’d just feel his tongue on her.
Except that as he ran across the pearl of her excitement, she shuddered again with a loud sigh. She needed something more. But if she asked or begged, it would be admitting that she liked what he had done to her – taking her without permission… forcing her into his room.
His tongue grew more insistent, then he replaced it with his fingers again, pushing deeply into her, using them to stretch her insides.
She cried out in desire, feeling needy.
He moved his head up again, kissing each step of the way, lingering over her breasts again. Finally, he returned to her mouth and covered it even as he rammed his hard shaft into her.
She would have cried out from the pain had his tongue not been in her mouth, keeping her quiet. She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as he pounded her a few times. Then, the pain subsided and he continued pressing into her, deeper and deeper.
Eefa wondered if he was trying to give her a child. She knew some of the barmaids fell pregnant the first time a man took her to his bed. Others were luckier and worked for years without being given a child.
The King rested onto her as she felt him twitch inside her. “Always good to open a virgin!” he breathed. “Now, I can sleep!” He pulled the blankets over them as he rolled to her side and held her close to him.
Eefa felt her tummy grumble, but she didn’t fight the strong arms holding her against his naked body. She felt his chest hair against her back and his leg over hers, keeping her hostage.
♥
“Thank you,” Neeve said to the older couple who left the pub to deal with the late King’s body.
She sat back down at the bar and sighed, taking a swig of strong mujani liqueur. She didn’t even notice the heady floral scent that one normally admired in a good mujani.
One of her regulars sat opposite her. As usual, Martin didn’t say anything, just nodded understanding.
“I never thought I’d see the day!” she said with frustration. “When the King and his father came through last week, they took four of my barmaids out of morning service. I’m down two horses they took to the Sisters and seem to be anticipating my own down time in three seasons! Now, he’s back, taking my daughters to his bed, including Eefa! Nancy is unlikely to come back and Jake’s trying to auction off Immagen!”
Martin reached across the counter and took her hand. It was a warm hand. “I will be here. I can help you when your time comes.”
“Thank you,” Neeve replied.
“I never hear you complain about anything, so this is something huge.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be sorry. The King is to be suffered by us all, I’m afraid. That includes the loss of young women to satisfy his appetite and even older women having to accept his children into their bodies. If I’d been braver last week, I would have happily had you to make sure it wasn’t him.”
Neeve looked at Martin with surprise. He had never made any moves on her! His smile was tender, but also lustful.
She smiled warmly. “Aye. That would have been better. But it is what it is. I’m pretty sure I carry the late King’s bastard… me and many other Velantian women!”
He pulled her hand around the end of the bar towards him. Neeve found herself in his arms a moment later, sitting on his lap. He cupped her chin and found her mouth with his. “Would it be too forward to ask to see your quarters?” he asked between kisses.
“Probably. But after one has had to entertain the King, everything normal seems slow!”
“There’s a reason I always hang out here,” he murmured. “Let’s find your room.”
“Sure,” Neeve replied with a kiss.
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