Sally Mae’s green eyes went wide, her tortured pussy throbbed uncontrollably. The hot rush of his explosive orgasm deep against her sent her mind into a spin. She felt a jolt with every burst of his release and yet she savored the sensation. The intensity of his explosive orgasm triggered her fourth shuddering release. She came hard all over his ejaculating cock, her hands shivering and clawing at his bare back and naked hairy butt.
Shannon kissed her on the mouth, sucking her lower lip. His rough hands tenderly caressed her breasts and belly. They lay in each other’s arms as the last few drips of his love sauce trickled down her thighs. She clenched her pussy and squeezed down on his cock, amused as she continued to milk him dry. With a deep sigh of satisfaction he gently exited her and rolled onto his back. She leaned up on one elbow and gazed at his smiling face.
“That was the best jail term ever, Sheriff.” She gushed. “Are you going to extend my sentence?”
“I already have,” He said, smiling. “By nine months.”
“What?” She didn’t quite understand.
“You’ve been sentenced to nine months of labor.” He whispered.
“You mean… you’ve… I’m with child.” She sounded incredulous. “How the fuck can you possibly tell?”
“By the beating of your heart, the throb of your pulse and the way you breathe.” He smiled an closed his eyes. “Old Injun mumbo-jumbo.”
Story 18
The war had come to a close not long ago. But a short while, in fact. The new handsome, rugged King Darius had overthrown the Valliene family less than a week prior, as it were. He had murdered all of the family members – aside from the young, beautiful Princess Brianne.
A real attractive tart, or so he had said. And perhaps this was the reason for which she was spared. The comely face, enticing bosom, and tempting figure which she made no attempts to hide beneath her tightly corseted dresses and nightwear. The one thing about her, ever since the war had ended anyway, was the ever present semblance of a scowl upon her lips. The slight hinting of detestation whenever the older man entered into her presence. Although King Darius had taken this sign as a challenge, a manly game to tame the untouched lady.
She in turn would eye his impressive physique – the one with bulging muscles, broad shoulders, and a few battle scars to round out the herculean king. And his face... not overtly pretty, but very masculine and dangerous. It was this trait which seemed to draw Princess Brianne to him – as much as she tried to fight the urge, she would invariably take notice of the feminine desire burning between her legs each time the powerful king came near.
The way his body moved so effortlessly... how he commanded respect from all who stood before him. Something her own father, or any man for that matter, had never accomplished in so flawless a fashion. It was these characteristics which caused the virgin princess to bite her lip with lust during each of his many passings – as she had be confined to a small temporary quarters ever since the massacre. A room the handsome king made sure to visit quite often...
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“Still sulking away the day, is she?” King Darius asked one of his servants.
“Aye, my lord. She refuses to exit her chamber, despite the promise of safety and food,” the well-trained fellow replied.
“Hmm, and how long has it been now?” The king inquired, taking a swig of wine from an ornate chalice.
“A full week now, sire.”
“A full week! Hah! Well then, I shall go and have a word with her myself... 'tis far too long for such a pretty princess to stay hidden away in her room,” he nodded with a smile.
And with that, King Darius, dressed in fancy attire, rose from his royal throne – where upon he proceeded to make a hasty path toward the chamber of Princess Brianne Valliene.
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Though the inexperienced princess despised King Darius for the murder of her family, it was still plain to see that the man was far from brutish or evil. He simply played the better hand in this game of kings and thrones. There is generally very little bitterness or hatred. The men simply see it as a way to pass the time of day and fill their lives with some purpose. A little conquest enlivens the spirit!
The sad consequences are rarely thought of. All men know the danger of playing this game... Princess Brianne's father had often spoken of this very risk, and yet they still played. Even though it cost him his family, all but one, he still woke up each day to partake in the lethal adventure.
And in a sense, this philosophy somewhat endeared the fanciful virgin to King Darius. Knowing that this shrewd fellow had been playing for so long, and doing so well... it was quite impressive, from an objective standpoint. But, given the short span of time since the murders had taken place, it was understandable why some hostilities remains within the girl. A fiery passion... burning and burning, unsure of where to go. The attractive princess had felt ashamed of her thoughts. Finding herself drawn to the very man which had taken everything from her... how could she! How could such a transgression ever be forgiven, or forgotten?
Still, the lingering aroma of his scent each time he'd left her chamber would remain for hours on end. And the petite lass would flit about the room, walking in the footsteps of where he had stepped, sniffing in the masculine smell.
Princess Brianne had refused to speak with the man, however. Even though he had already made several attempts to banter with the girl, she would have none of it. The way she lied on the bed, turned away from the seductive fellow, ignoring his every word and whisper – and yet, lusting after his voice long after he'd departed.
It was this strange dichotomy which confused the girl. Knowing that she had every right to hate and detest the man... yet some primal urge within her body, that part in every young woman's heart which reaches out to be taken and devoured, to give itself to a deserving man. But, how on earth could King Darius, immaculately clean and tremendously well-spoken though he was, possibly be the man to woo her!
It simply boggled the mind!
And it was this line of questioning which filled the young girl's mind as she heard a banging on the distant chamber door. Princess Brianne at once felt the rush of excitement flow into her nether regions – knowing full well that it was the stately King come to speak with her once more. However, just as always, the youthful woman feared that she could not converse with the rugged man – the worry, the nervous longing rendered her speechless and immobile in his presence. For it was not the fact that he had slain her family which triggered such difficult emotions, no, no... not at all!
It was the realization that she had come to crave the King's appearance – and many more taboo matters of the heart and southern slit. Though the fanciful woman could never say as much to her new King... she certainly dreamt of it often – long and hard!
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Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sonorous knocking filled the room as Princess Brianne twirled upright instantly in her bed.
“What to do!” She muttered to herself, looking down to see that she was still clothed. And indeed those bountiful breasts were still held snug in her lovely dress. She had the kind of body which did not require tight corsets or such devices. Those nubile hips and thin waist did all the work for her... a real creature of feminine perfection – though the girl seemed far too ignorant to realize such matters.
It was customary to keep the princess pure and groomed until she was of wedding age. And now that the girl had just turned 19, she was certainly due for a good round of fucking. Her lusty inner desires told her as much! The way she craved to feel a man's touch... but, as the days went by, not just any man's touch... his!
Thud! Thud!
The pounding came again. Brianne brought a trembling finger to her lips in thought. For though she feared the man, and justifiably so, that dark, sordid part of her heart yearned to thrust open the door and have the rugged king thrust something else into her wet southern slit...
“I b
elieve you know it is open, sir,” she said at last, and rather meekly at that. So much so in fact, that it was not clear whether or not King Darius had even heard the comment.
But the doorknob turned just the same – and in entered the flickering beams of light from the outer hallway, sliding across the floor at an extreme angle. Then there came a large, brooding shadow. The outline of a beastly fellow, indeed. Broad and powerful. Princess Brianne knew just who it was... and a moment later, the scent of his masculine odor wafted into the room – filling her nostrils with forbidden, taboo desires. Ones which forced the girl to hate herself, yet grow weak at the knees all the same. Knowing that virile, dominant male was right there, yet again... the virgin felt her cunny clench instinctively, against her will as it were, and every other fiber of her being. Though she wished it would go away... that undeniable urge to mate with the king remained, strong and resolute – just how she wished his cock would be.
And though the young, fanciful lass had never felt or held a sturdy love lance... she somehow knew, or imagined, exactly how it would be.
“Princess...” the shadowed figure intoned. “So nice to see you again – looking more lovely than ever.”
Sweet words from the harsh, villainous voice. How Brianne hated herself! Stop loving him! He's a monster! But the girl was powerless to stifle those innate cravings.
“G-g-g-ood... good evening, King Darius,” she whispered, turning her face to the side in shame, unable to look him in the eye.
Meanwhile, the mature fellow's own set of peepers stared a hole right through the virgin! The way he peered up and down her body, not in a perverted or harmful way, but in a lustful, desirous sort of manner. As if he himself were powerless to repel her beauty. And perhaps he was...
“I see you are in a more talkative mood, this night,” said the older man, a wry smirk finding its way across his lewd lips.
“I have had... time,” the Princess replied.
All she could think about was whether or not the king found her attractive – whether he was aroused or repulsed by her sumptuous figure. The way she peered off at the corner, allowing her breasts to be illuminated by the dull candlelight – as if she were presenting them for him to take, tempting as it were.
“You've been a bad child,” he grunted.
“Have I?” Brianne whispered meakly.
“Indeed, princess...”
“What have I done?” She inquired, her heart a flutter with a mixture of emotion.
“Quite simple, princess... you have forced me to think of you, day and night, non-stop. How perfect your figure is, and how beautiful your face is,” King Darius commented, stepping closer to the girl.
She was unsure how to respond. No man had ever spoken to her in such a fashion, or with such words! How would a demure virgin such as Princess Brianne possibly know how to address his statement!
“Terribly bad...” He continued. “Shall I show you just how bad?”
“I... I... I'm sorry, King Darius,” Brianne nodded with more than a hint of shame. Though she noticed a sordid change in the tone of the man's voice. The closer he stepped, the hotter it became.
“Shall I show you?” He repeated, though in truth the fellow required no answer. He had the game all planned out... Princess Brianne simply found herself quite curious to find out precisely what it would entail.
“I would like to know the extent of my transgressions, yes,” she responded.
“Very well, princess...”
And with that, she saw the king step directly in front of her. It was here that she, at long last, allowed her gaze to settle upon the handsome fellow. The very one who was unbuttoning his trousers and removing the belt running through the loops!
And was it... oh, god yes! It was!
The hard, elongated bulge of King Darius' shaft pressing against the tight material of his pants. How thick his engorged member appeared... just a visual taste as it were – beckoning Brianne's virgin eyes to stare at the masculine item with all the lust befitting a horny, curious girl.
“Look... look at it,” he commanded. “See how bad you've been... look what it's made me do.”
The young girl gulped heavily – her breath quickening with each passing second. Being in such close proximity to the wondrous object of her dreams... what torture! And judging by the size of that outline, she must have been VERY bad! How could she have been so cruel! Forcing this magnanimous king to endure her beauty in silence and withdrawal... what a wretch!
She, then and there, resolved to do all she could to relieve the man of the mess she had created.
“I am... I am so, so sorry,” she cried out – throwing herself forward, her fists beating against his heavily muscled chests... and of course, her breasts leaning against the thick shaft.
“What will you do about it?” King Darius asked, rocking his hips side to side so that the impressive manhood would rub between her luscious tits.
“Anything...” She whimpered. “Anything at all! You spared my life, now I owe you mine...”
“Then look on,” he grunted, removing his belt in full. The man's powerful hands then took hold of his trousers and began to pull them down...
Princess Brianne gulped once more... as she ventured into this unknown, forbidden territory of love and lust – with the enemy.
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“There...” King Darius spoke as his shirt hit the floor.
And there he was... free from all worldly clothes! Barren! Nude! Exposed in all his glory!
That glorious shaft of his extending outward, prodding into her supple breasts...
Princess Brianne had never seen a man completely naked before, aside from those silly lads who had done a bit of streaking down by the river a few years back. But in private? So near and personal? Not even close... and what a specimen she had here! One with such a gargantuan cock! Still hard and stiff, dying to dive deeply into her juicy cunt.
“Anything...?” Darius laughed, making direct eye contact with the smitten, bewildered lass.
“Yes, mi-lord,” she nodded, wanting to be filled more than ever as the sight of that wondrous dick forced her to bite her own lip in an effort to stifle a squeal of excitement.
And as luck would have it, that is precisely what King Darius wanted as well...
“In that case, Princess Brianne... take your dress off AND your undergarments.” He intoned, leaving no room for rebuttal.
“Yes, sire...”
And with that, the untouched girl took hold of her top. She wriggled it upward and free, feeling slightly embarrassed at this being her first time – but all the lass had to do was glance back down at that imposing penis and her fears dissipated in an instant.
“Mmmhmm,” the brute nodded, watching her toned belly reveal itself to him as she pulled the shirt up and off. “Good lord... you are most fetching, mmm...” King Darius then reached down, stroking his own cock at the sight of her comely tits and ripe body. “Now the bottoms,” he said. “We can leave your bra on for now. I love how your tits look in that thing...”
“Yes, sire,” she replied, pulling down at her undergarments.
And just like that, the material slid down her skin – presenting her thin thighs for the horny man to enjoy and salivate over. He'd never seen such perfect looking legs. If only he could run his tongue along them, from top to bottom and everywhere in between...
“And the panties,” he grunted.
“Those?” She questioned meekly.
“Those.”
And once again, just like that, she removed the soft panties. This time in a sensuous fashion, twisting slightly to the side so that her ass was directed toward King Darius, as he continued pleasuring himself. The royal overseer looked on as the material descended down her slender thighs, and a second later, they were on the floor. This was a whole new side to him, one that she'd never known but always yearned to experience.
Princess Brianne found herself feeling quite self-conscious, being so inex
perienced and frightened – yet strangely aroused by the ordeal. The way King Darius stared at her... those eyes ablaze with passion and lust, removed all self-doubt she felt. It was clear to see the king remained fixated on the prize. He wanted her tempting body like nothing else. The very one which had overpowered his primal urge, forcing him to stew and lament her absence... an act only the most beautiful of women could bring about.
“Now, you are to do just as I say, exactly how I say.” The man nodded.
“Yes, King Darius,” she purred back, still staring at his immense cock. Oh yeah, she wanted it... BAD!
“Sit on this desk,” he said, patting the nearby wood (and not the one by his crotch).
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