by Loki Renard
She moaned softly, blushing profusely as she found her body moving at his behest. He watched her with an approving gaze, smiling as she arched her hips and ground herself against his palm with more eagerness than she knew she was capable of. When he lifted his thumb, her hips sought it again, pressing her needy clit against him.
He began to thrust his fingers harder, careful not to break her hymen, but adding a third finger so her pussy was stretched wider than she thought was possible, her clit becoming more sensitive as the thrusts became harder, her breath came shorter, and a tingling raced up her spine, broke over her scalp in a thrill of pleasure and then burst in one great crashing wave, racing over her body.
She reached down, grasping his hand so that he could not move it away, wet sounds filling the tent as she fucked herself on his fingers, making that exquisite sensation grow and roll on and on. This was a climax like no other. Sariah had rubbed the little button between her thighs before of course, but never felt any kind of release like the one she was experiencing there in the king’s tent, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat, her body writhing in orgasm.
“Very good, my pet,” he praised when she finally laid back on the bed, limp and sated, her face flushed with heat.
Pet. The word sank through her ecstatic consciousness. To Sariah’s surprise, she felt warmth in the word and saw it in his eyes. She found herself gazing up at him with a soft wondering confusion. All her life she had wondered what it would be like to be with a man. Though she was still a virgin, she thought she knew now. It was finding that her body was capable of feeling more than she had imagined, that her capacity for pleasure went far beyond the little rubbed climaxes she gave herself. With Griffen she was more than what she had been. The wetness and light ache between her thighs spoke to a change that she felt throughout her entire being.
“Sleep now,” he ordered as he laid his naked bulk next to her, one heavy arm sliding around her waist to pull her against his muscular body. Sariah had never shared her bed before either, but it felt so natural with Griffen. As she closed her eyes and let her tired muscles relax, she almost forgot that she was a captive and he a king. A sense of safety engulfed her tired senses as her eyes closed on the long day.
Chapter Two
The new day dawned and Griffen was pleased beyond compare with his pet. He was a very long way from his palace and many months of riding had not yielded much in the way of interest. Past the age when rutting with every female in sight had any appeal, Griffen had been suffering from a peculiar form of loneliness that arose from his position of power. He could have any woman he wanted, but he could not truly know their hearts. The concubines smiled pretty smiles and batted their eyelashes, but theirs was a veneer of affection, an appropriation of love.
He had strong alliances among his men, but still there was a void that only a woman could fill. Griffen had known many, many women, but none like the shepherd girl who laid curled beneath royal furs, asleep due to pure exhaustion. A few flecks of blood remained on her cheek, reminding him of the act of defense she had engaged in. A very rare quality to take up arms against a man; an even rarer one to be effective in any way.
Of course, she could not be allowed to know that he admired her actions. Encouraging that sort of behavior could have dangerous consequences and Griffen did not wish to wake up one day to his own dagger in his throat. Sariah was wild, but she could be tamed. He was experienced in working with wild things. The equines who made up his cavalry were all wild caught, roped from roaming herds and broken to saddle. Sariah was not so very different.
With the sun creeping higher in the sky, Griffen tossed back the fur and slapped her rump, startling her into consciousness. Her eyes flew open, her light brown gaze like fermented honey meeting his eyes with a flash of anger.
“The sun has risen,” he said. “You have slept long enough. Fetch me water.”
He knew before she uttered a word that she was going to refuse the order. It took significant self-control for him to maintain a hard exterior as he watched her struggle with her temper and promptly lose. Her rebellion took the form of a sullen silence and refusal to move, but that could not be allowed any more than aggression had been.
Without another word of warning, he took hold of his disobedient pet and hauled her over his lap. She writhed over his thighs, her bare buttocks pleasantly round in the position that left her completely vulnerable to the flat of his palm, which he applied vigorously in a series of swift slaps.
If she had been spanked before, she did not show it. Sariah reacted as if nobody had ever so much as laid a disciplinary finger on her. The moment his palm met her cheeks she let out a high-pitched squeal and bucked as hard as she could. Unfortunately for her, Griffen had her firmly in place, one arm wrapped around her waist tightly enough to keep her where he wanted her no matter what she did.
“Settle,” he commanded gruffly. “I will not tolerate disobedience, Sariah. You are my pet and you will be obedient.”
She stiffened, the curves of her body becoming harder as she flexed her muscles and tried silent resistance.
“It hurts more to be thrashed on a tight rear,” he informed her, proving his point by slapping her bottom with just as much vigor as before. The ample rounds relaxed almost instantly, bouncing beneath his palm as she learned at least one lesson.
“When I am finished spanking you, you will take me in your mouth and show me your contrition,” he said, swatting her bottom with swift slaps that left myriad pink fingerprints over her creamy skin. “And then you will fetch water and wash me.”
She let out a snort of derision.
“Do you have something to say, pet?”
“Are you capable of doing anything for yourself? You require water to be brought, help to bathe. There are infants more capable.”
Her sudden scorpion tongue did not surprise him. She had been quiet the previous evening, but that was when fear had ruled her every movement. He expected to see her personality blossom over the coming days and weeks, and part of that was almost certain to be impudence.
Griffen hiked his knee up, propping her bottom higher, and began spanking her with hard, steady swats, each of which made her squirm and buck. He did not need to verbally chastise her for her rudeness. She knew she had behaved badly. What she needed to know was what would happen when she did not mind her tongue.
Even as his palm fell, Griffen found himself withholding a smile. Her cheek was not acceptable, of course, but it was somewhat refreshing. Since taking the throne and expanding what had been his father’s small kingdom across several others, Griffen had found himself surrounded by sycophants. Being king meant never having to court a woman. There were dozens of experienced pleasure concubines at the palace, but Griffen had long lost interest in them. Where once their unthinking submission and availability had thrilled him, over time it had become almost boring to walk into a room full of compliant women.
Sariah was different. Though she was simple and un-perfumed, her wildness entranced him and her rebellion excited him. His cock was already thick against her hip, the head seeping pre-cum against her bare skin. He wanted her like he had never wanted any other woman. The more she fought him, cascading waves of dark hair tossed this way and that like a glossy mane, the more he had to resist his own urge to simply pin her down and thrust his cock inside her.
He would fuck her to the point of exhaustion soon, but not yet. Not until he had taken her to the place where she begged him for it, where her own need would make her thrust herself down on his cock even if she hated him.
As he spanked her deserving bottom, Griffen could not help but notice that her sweet lower lips were already showing signs of excitement. They were swelling and a slight gleam between them spoke to a growing moisture.
“Are you coming to understand the importance of obedience, pet?”
She let out a little groan, clearly unwilling to admit defeat. Griffen could easily have taken a lash or a belt to her an
d beaten submission out of her, but that was not what he wanted for Sariah. That would make it too easy for her to pretend that she hated him, that she did not need him. He wanted a deeper submission than that. He wanted Sariah to learn that when she was disobedient it was best to offer her bottom for a spanking, not just because she deserved it, but because she was his.
He lightened the slaps for a little, toying with her. His other hand slid underneath her and cupped her breasts, squeezing lightly in time with the slaps. She let out an indignant little squeal, but allowed his exploration without any attempt to stop him.
Soon Sariah’s legs were parting of their own accord, the swelling between her thighs all the more obvious. He could see the tight little bud of her anus, and the glistening dark line between her inner lips that lead to the tight little canal still yet untaken.
Griffen landed his swats lower on her bottom, knowing they would jolt the little nub of her clit against his leg. She had already started to grind, perhaps because she didn’t know he could tell exactly what she was doing, or perhaps because she didn’t care if he knew how needy she was.
“You’re wet, Sariah,” he said. “Your disobedient little cunt enjoys this punishment.”
“No!” The denial was panted.
“Yes,” he said firmly, passing his fingertips lightly over her gleaming lips. She jerked as though he had touched her with a hot poker, the pleasure too much for her to stand. It was impossible to pretend that she was some reluctant slave when she was all but rutting herself against his thigh.
In a matter of mere minutes Sariah had started to come undone, her resistance crumbling under his fingers as he lightly traced her outer lips, interspersing caresses with harder slaps to her bottom.
“I think you might be about to orgasm,” he chuckled. “Is that your apology, Sariah? The quivering of your needy cunt?”
She moaned, clearly embarrassed by her reaction but unable to control it.
Griffen pushed a finger between her lips, stirring the entrance of her pussy. The resulting wet sounds were more than audible to both of them.
“Look at you,” he said as his finger performed a lazy swirl. “Dripping with lust while your bottom burns.”
He lifted his hand and started spanking her again, crisp, swift swats that made her bottom blush, watching as Sariah performed the slow squirm of a woman who has almost forgotten she is being punished.
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Sariah was lost. Griffen’s touch was causing an overwhelming rush of desire unlike any she had known before. The king was obviously a very talented and experienced lover; he knew precisely how to touch her to make her squirm, or squeal, or gasp with ecstasy.
She could have withstood a beating quite easily. What she could not simply grit her teeth and bear was the arousal that was welling in her loins and setting her entire being aflame. It was impossible to think straight when her clit was throbbing against the barbarian king’s thigh, her inner walls clenching with frustrated desire. He had awoken something in her that had laid dormant all her life—a primal need for a man. Everything about Griffen excited her—his flashing eyes, masculine scent, broad shoulders, and seemingly endless physical power.
Staying out for days on end with the sheep meant that she’d had little contact with passing males, which was exactly how she had preferred things to be. Sariah had never been interested in men. Her solitude and the freedom and peace of the flock had been more valuable to her than the prospect of being mated—until now.
Now her very blood seemed to run with fire and every slap Griffen dealt her rear ignited her desire anew. She would have done anything in that moment, spread her legs and allowed him to push his thick cock inside her without a murmur of complaint.
But Griffen had other plans for her. He spanked her long and he spanked her hard, he spanked her though she started to moan and writhe quite openly over his thighs, her pussy leaving a patch of wetness against his thigh.
Soon Sariah found herself approaching a forbidden peak. She was close to orgasm and he was spanking her with firm, steady swats falling on one cheek and then the other, each firm blow jolting her against that muscular ridge of his thigh.
She shouldn’t be near climax. She should be in nothing but pain, but somehow she was beginning to float with arousal. Her body seemed to be flooded with the most powerful intoxicant she had ever experienced, more mind-altering than the mead the villagers brewed at the full moon.
She stretched out, extending her legs and lifting her rear for each and every swat, hiding little moans behind a bitten lower lip as the swirl of pleasure continued to course through her body, taking her higher and closer to the peak with every hard slap.
“If you come,” Griffen growled in her ear. “I am going to fuck you, pet.”
The sudden threat made her climax almost instantly. She felt her loins tighten, a fresh release of juices flowing as the unmistakable tremors of orgasm shook her limbs. She cried out, grinding her hips back and forth, her clit rubbing his thigh as she wailed with pleasure.
“No,” she gasped as soon as the orgasm allowed her to speak. “I didn’t mean to, I… I, you made me…”
“I warned you not to,” he said, sliding her off his lap and onto the bed where he positioned her naked, spanked bottom firmly against the furs and pushed himself between her thighs, his body covering hers as he pushed his cock firmly against her soaking slit.
“Griffen!” She gasped his name. “I…”
He looked down at her with his hawkish gaze and pressed his hips forward, his expression as full of masculine desire as it was of stern determination.
“Naughty pets get fucked, Sariah,” he murmured against her lips. “And you want to be fucked,” he growled as the thick head of his cock began parting her outer lips, the flared flesh making his passage into her soaked canal all the easier. Sariah gasped and clutched at his arms, her hands unable to wrap even halfway around his biceps as he eased forward, making her pussy stretch to accommodate him.
Sariah had never felt such a thickness before. Her hesitant virginal explorations had involved little more than the tip of one of her fingers. Feeling the king’s cock inside her was like feeling her very core being split open. There was an ache that grew sharper as his cock sank deeper and encountered the thin barrier of her virtue.
“Relax, pet,” he soothed, kissing her face gently. “Your body was made for this; if you are tense, it will hurt.”
She could not relax, not with trembling thighs spread wide for him, not with his thick, hot flesh inside her body. The boundaries between them were already thinner than she thought possible, and now he was going to push past the final scrap of resistance.
Griffen slid out a little, then thrust gently in again, taking his time, helping her to relax with slow, massaging strokes.
“It’s going to hurt,” she whimpered, looking up at him for reassurance.
“Only for a moment,” he promised, locking eyes with her as he slowly and inexorably pushed his cock deep inside her, parting the barrier of her hymen with tenderness as he plunged deeper than she had known was possible.
Sariah let out a series of incoherent cries as Griffen’s cock speared deep inside her, her cunt accommodating him deeper and deeper until she felt his pubic bone pressing against her clit, his rod fully inside her tight interior.
“You are forever mine.”
He said the words with so much finality and ownership that Sariah found herself believing them to her core. Her tight, wet inner walls were squeezing around his cock, the pain from his intrusion still a hot internal sting. It was not all pain though, and the heat from her spanked bottom seemed to be helping her body respond to the shock of being taken.
His hips were still for a few moments, then he started to move, his cock making the long journey all the way out of her tight cunt before plunging back inside. Her wetness made him slide easily, glistening streaks of red on his cock marking the loss of her maidenly virtue.
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Sariah clung to Griffen’s neck and let her legs slide up around his powerful hips. He stroked in and out of her in a steady slow motion for long minutes, introducing her to what it was to be taken with patience and care, his lips and tongue exploring her mouth, her earlobe, her neck, her breasts and nipples.
“Beautiful,” he breathed down. “Every part of you, Sariah.”
She blushed, a pink bloom passing over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her cunt was stretched wide around his cock and yet somehow she felt shy.
Griffen sat up into a kneeling position, keeping her lying on the bed. His hands went to her hips, pulling her up so her hot bottom rested on his upper thighs. He slid her back and forth along his cock, her cunt a tight, hot, wet sheath in which he buried his long sword time and time again.
A warm welling between her legs began to spread up and into her abdomen, a tightening that seeped through her body as Griffen’s artful lovemaking brought her toward her first orgasm around the hard flesh of a man.
“I feel you quiver,” he murmured down at her, holding himself still so the involuntary motions of her inner walls were easily felt. Sariah started lifting her hips, rolling them with a needful motion that made her clit tingle as she ground herself against him, discovering that penetration was not only for the pleasure of a man. The fullness, the heat, the spreading thickness all made her cunt brim with ecstasy.
“You are close to climax,” Griffen observed in a hot, strained whisper as she writhed on his still cock. “Do you want to come, Sariah? Do you want to feel my seed inside you?”
“Yes!” She had been taken to the very verge of sensual sanity, every part of her feminine frame alive with desire. The welling orgasm was impossible to deny, and the mention of his own made her cunt clench of its own accord, greedy walls grasping his cock in a milking motion.
Griffen let out a growl and covered her body with his. He fastened his teeth on the side of her neck, hard enough to pin her in place, not hard enough to break the skin. That was all it took for the dam of Sariah’s pleasure to burst. She wailed and gasped, tremors of hot pleasure rushing through her. Griffen thrust inside her, his cock swelling larger still. He slid deep inside and locked himself in place as he arched his back and let out a roar of pleasure. His cum cascaded inside her, coating her bare, once-virginal walls with his seed, flooding her womb.