The King’s Concubine (PM for invite)

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Derra had been one of the Queen’s ladies in waiting for a couple of years now, she was the daughter of Cornwall and distant cousin to the Queen herself. Though she understood her duties would be to help Queen Adra dress, bath and even keep her good company. What she wasn’t expecting for the King himself to expect that she become his concubine as well.

Derra knew that the best way to marry well was to be seen at court and to serve the royal family in some honorable manner, and the best way for her to do that was to become the Queen’s lady in waiting, to be her friend and sometimes servant.

But King Alexander had found that he much desired the young noble woman, her long red hair and her wonderful slim figure. She hadn’t even noticed that he couldn’t take his eyes off of her full firm breasts and her womanly gate as she walked around with Queen Adra. It was clear that the marriage between King Alexander and his Queen was arranged and that there was clearly no attraction at all between the both of them, and the only time they ever slept together was for Alexander to perform his Kingly duty of producing heirs.
 
When King Alexander married, a celebration was held throughout the lands. People far and wide ate, drank, and were merry as the union of their King to the daughter of another nearby Kingdom meant that the two kingdoms could finally hold a measure of peace between them. Their marriage was a symbol of peace, hope, and unity.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to quench the Kings raging lusts.

His 'Queen' was one of the coldest people he had ever met, making it clear that even his status had not attracted her to him. To make matters worse he felt the same, for even though she was not unpleasant to look at she was as cold as ice in bed. A stone wrapped up in a pretty package.

Of course this led the Kings eyes to wander, looking out at the ladies of the court and servants. It didn't take long for him to discover the enchanting beauty that followed his own cold wife, the red-haired Derra who waited loyally on the Queen. The past few times he had lain with his wife to produce an heir he had been thinking of her, the image of her underneath him providing him with the only pleasure he got from their coupling.

Now he sat on his dining table with his Queen by his side, her handmaidens at the ready. All he needed was the right oppurtunity to come by, and then prehaps he could sake his lusts...
 
It was widely accepted that the King take any woman he chose just as long as she was not wed, even his Queen Adra could do little about it, for Queen really did have little power in comparison to even the lowest of men. And Derra watched as Alexander looked her up and down as though she was a meal to be savored, she seeing already that he was attracted to her, she reading in his eyes that he wanted her and would not be surprised if he came to her bedchambers one of these days and forced himself upon her.

The only thing that Derra really feared was that if he did take out his lusts on her, that there would be a risk of a child made of the union of an unwed noble woman and a King. She knew that she would still have a high status affording her the finest cloths and the finest treatment from the court, yet she knew that once anything like that happened to her she would indeed find that a husband would never be in her life, that the only man that would ever be in her life would be the King, that in essence she would indeed be married to the King just through their child. But she also know that to refuse the King could very well mean her life!

And so that night, she went to bed, her own personal servants had left her chambers long ago, as though someone had commanded them to be away from her, as though someone wanted her all alone!
 
That night Alexander left his bedchambers, leaving his Queen alone in their bed. He made little effort to hide his disappearance, and if the Queen knew he was going out to fuck another of her ladies of the court he cared little. Let that show the ice queen.

He moved through the corridors, arriving at Derra's chambers. Without knocking he opened the door, knowing it would be unlocked for him as he had ordered of the guards. He stepped in side, closing the door behind him and leaving them both in the darkness.

In the moonlight from her window he could make out her form on the bed, her curves and red hair illuminated by the soft glow. He made his way across the room, saying nothing as he took his seat on the edge of her mattress.
 
The moment the King sat on the edge of her bed, Derra woke with a start and sat right up in bed, she seeing him there in the dark. She could tell by the look on his face that he was not here to have a little chat, she could see him looking at her that way again as though she was a meal for him to devour, and knew that there would be no escape this now, she knew now that King Alexander was indeed her fate and she would have to give herself to him night after night or else more than likely lose her life.

She was wearing very little when she went to bed, only a thin linen gown that did not hide much at all. She wore no underwear that would protect her from his intrusion and her full breasts were very free behind the cloth of her bedroom gown!
 
He could see the fear in her eyes as she say up, but he was thankful she did not scream. No, he thought with a smirk, he wanted to give her something to scream about. Whether or not she wanted this encounter was of no consequence to him. He would have her body, this night and any night after.

Reaching out he touched the side of her face, feeling her soft skin with his large hand. Without an ounce of warning he suddenly pulled her in close, forcing a possessive kiss upon her lips with his own dominating her with his mouth. His other hand moved to pull back her covers, the only real protection she had from him.
 
She pushed back on him, wanting him to let her go, hoping to whatever god was out there that he would just lose interest in her after that kiss. But when she felt him pull the covers off of her, she knew now that it was too late, that he was going to take her tonight, that he was going to rip away her virgin maidenhead and make her forever his, forever his play thing in the night and during the day. She knew that King Alexander had no shame, that he had no fear of anyone or anything. She knew that once he got a taste of something that he liked, that he would not let it go. And her greatest fear was that he would force his seed onto her on purpose, that he would fill her belly with his bastard with knowledge that she would indeed forever be his, that after having the King’s bastard that no other man would ever want to touch Derra!

She cried a little as he pulled her to him, as he kissed her and she felt his warm hard body against her soft pliant form. She cried out in horror as her own body betrayed her, as her own body would prove to him that she was aroused by his touch, that her own cunt became very wet and needy at just the touch of him, that her own nipples became hard and sore at the very thought of him bedding her! That he would know soon enough that her body liked his, even though her mind was not on the same track just yet.
 
He felt her pressing against him but the nothing to slow his advances. His tongue ran over her lips, seeking entrance as he pulled the covers away from her luscious body. All that remained was her thin nightgown, an obstacle that would soon be removed.

Pulling back he grasped her dress at the cleavage, pulling with all his strength and ripping the garment open, spilling her breasts to his view. He let the tattered remains hang off her while he moved in to taste her flesh, to take what was rightfully his. He saw her hard nipples and knew her body was already giving in, already knew that this was what it was made for: to get fucked by a strong man and give him pleasure!
 
She found herself begging him to stop, begging him to not do this to her, begging him finally to not cum inside of her! She feared most of all that he would perminently claim her, that he would fill her belly with his children so that she would never be able to leave him, making it so that she would forever be dependent on him!

And the next thing she knew, she was laying down on her bed, completely naked and he right there between her legs, ready and willing to take what was rightfully his to take! She closed her eyes in fear, she had never been with a man before, so Derra knew that there would be some pain in her taking, but also knew that after the short pain that she would feel nothing but pleasure!
 
Her begging was met with nothing but silence, as the king felt no need to answer for what he was doing. If she didn't want a child she shouldn't have paraded her lustful little body around the castle. He was only taking what she unwillingly offered.

Stripping out of his own clothes he tossed them to the floor and moved on top of her, forcing her legs apart with his knees as his huge, throbbing erection sought her wet cunt. It brushed up against her thighs, giving her a feeling of just how large a thing was about to be forced inside of her. He was going to enjoy her many times this night and before the dawn broke she would be filled with his seed. If she bore a bastard so be it, it mattered not to him.

Pressing the head of his cock up against her nether lips he pressed forward, forcing apart her walls as he slowly sank himself inside of her,
 
Derra whimpered as she felt him stuff himself into her, she groaned as she felt her own womanly walls give way to give cock room to slide into her. And watched in horror as his thick cock did seem to just disappear between her legs, she knowing that he was sliding it deep inside of her, finally making her cry out in pain as he ripped right through her woman head, making her a virgin no more!

She panted as she felt his thickness completely inside of her and wondered what horrors would await her now. She no longer struggled against him, for he was on top of her, and much larger than she was and all the way inside of her now. The only thing she could do now was cry, but as he began to move within her, all that did come out of her mouth were moans, and to her horror it was clear that they were moans of pleasure and lust!
 
Her moans only further secured her place in life: a receptacle of his seed and lusts. She should have been honored, he could have chosen any other woman in the entire kingdom but he had selected her. She would learn to show him more respect in the future, he would see to it.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he began to thrust in and out of her, the bed creaking below them as he pushed her deep into the mattress with each hard thrust. Her body was helpless below his as he took her innocence, his hands movined up and down her body as he sampled her ample curve and bosum.
 
He fucked her all night that night, he didn’t leave her room until the son was just beginning to come over the horizon. And even then he left her a mess with his hot sticky cum between her legs, forcing her to wait for her servants to come to her to clean her up before she was able to show herself at court.

She even saw a note left on the bed afterward, explaining that she was no longer the Queen’s lady, that she was now indeed the King’s official mistress, that he would truly not be hidng this from anyone. Her life was suddenly being turned upside down just because her King was now sharing her bed and enjoying her body.

And when her servants did come, they seemed to expect this and had already prepared her a bath and assisted in washing her down before getting her into her gowns.
 
When he finally came he made sure to not waste a single drop out side of her, filling her with his seed to the point some leaked out of her around him. Of course, once was not enough to satisfy him and he spent many hours in her bed sating his long-held in lust.

Come morning he left her like that, properly fucked and used on her bed. She would be his now, he decided, and made sure to leave a note explaining that. The servants would know what to do.

Now he sat on his thrown next to his Queen, who cast cold look whenever she looked upon him. He did not care though, only looking forward to the moment his mistress walked into the court.
 
Derra did her best to walk as normal as possible, but the truth was that she was sore all over, her own legs seemed wobbly from her activities last night! And the moment she walked into the throne room she could feel his eyes on her, as if he was once again viewing her completely naked, imagining that even now he was getting nice and hard thinking of her.

One of the servants had set up a seat just below the King for Derra to sit on, she seeing as she was lead to her own seat that she was to be put on display as the King’s new toy, she having the discomfort of having to sit right below him, in perfect reach for him to touch her and even caress in front of everyone as though she was the family dog!

Queen Adra looked down at the young woman and in her heart she felt bad for her, for she knew just what her husband would do to her, she knew that once things got started that Derra would never be able to escape!
 
The King looked upon his mistress, his cock growing harder as he remembered how she felt, how she tasted not just a few hours before. He nodded to her as she took her seat beside him, signaling her place to the court. He turned to her, speaking the first words he had ever directly spoken to her: "It is a pleasure to have you here with us my dear."

His hand reached out and caressed her face, pushing aside her red locks so he could touch her soft cheek. "Tell me Derra, how did you sleep last night? I trust it was...comfortable".
 
Her entire face went red at his question, and meekly answered him saying, “Well Majesty.” She wasn’t about to ask him how he slept, she was too fearful that he would give some hint of enjoying her body. She would have turned to look at him, but was all too fearful to see a large bulge in his breaches swelling with desire and lust for her. Derra didn’t want to be reminded that last night her King, a married man had fucked her almost all night long, filling her to the brim with his hot seed only to take her again and again.

In truth, Derra was really tired, she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, wanted nothing more than to rest in her chambers and was only too thankful that she had been relieved of her duties to the Queen, for what would Adra say to her if she knew, how could she even face her Queen knowing that Alexander was fucking her now!
 
Alexander smirked at her and pulled his hand back, her innocent blush only fueling his desire. Oh how he wanted to just rip off her fine dress and take her right her in the court, letting everyone watch as he stuffed her with his large cock again and again.

Of course, it was easy to see that she was quite tired from the lack of sleep they had last night. And of course, he wasn't about to miss an oppurtunity. "I say, you look tired my dear. Did something keep you up all night?" He placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you go relax in my study? There will be no one to disturb you there." Nor me, he thought.
 
Derra did as she was told, even bowing to him thanking him for letting her rest in his study. Though she did have the worst feeling about his good intensions when she entered the study. She laid down on his couch, her body still so sore and tired from what he had put her through the night before and to her horror she began to yearn for him, actually fantasying about him fucking her right then and there on the couch where she lay.

But as she began to fantasize, her body seemed to just take over, she falling right to sleep. A restful sleep that she needed very badly herself!
 
He soon excused himself from the court, citing a pressing matter he needed to attend to. Everyone present knew the truth though. He was leaving to fuck his mistress, using her young body for his pleasure were his wife could not!

He found her asleep in his study, much like the way he found her the night before. Locking the door behind him he shed his royal garments, leaving him in nothing but his britches revealing his strong chest and arms. Silently he made his way towards her, kneeling down and grasping the front of her dress. Pulling it apart he worked to undo her drawstrings, uncaring that it would mean she would have to leave the room nearly naked afterward.
 
She felt him undressing her in her dreams and woke to the reality with her gown completely off of her, she laying there naked right before her King, laying on his couch with nothing on. She really was completely open to him now, she seeing his broad strong chest with just his boots and britches on, there was no point in denying that he was very attractive, and that indeed she did want him deep down. But at the same time it felt just so worng for them to be doing this.

But Derra knew better now than to deny her King what he desired, she knew that men and woman alike lost their lives when they denied King Alexander his wants and desires, and this to her was not worth dying for.
 
Alexander lay down on her, taking her face in his hands and capturing her mouth in a forceful kiss. He held down her body, making it clear that there was no escape from this and that she was his now and for the rest of her life. He grasped at her breasts, feeling the soft mounds of flesh under his hands and moving to take on in his mouth. "Hmm, your body is divine my dear." His free hand moved over the lips of her cunt, pressing inside just enough for her to feel it. "I was right in choosing you for my concubine."

Pulling back he took her hand and moved it over his large bulge. "Take care of it," he ordered.
 
One part of Derra wanted this, another part of her didn’t and wanted to scream for help, but she knew that screaming wouldn’t do her any good. So she helped him free his cock from his britches, she herself gasping as his hard cock just sprang from his pants as if it had a mind of its own! She kissed him back, over and over again tasting his wonderful mouth, all the while becoming more and more addicted to his touch, she knowing that by the end of the evening she would truly be his concubine and enjoy it!

Adra continued to sit and talk with her advisors for a while, she hearing the other nobles whisper over and over again in the great hall about how the King was now enjoying his pretty thing, she herself wondered why she hadn’t taken on a lover of her own, after all, she had given her husband five sons already and unknown to even the King himself she was carrying another child, just not showing her condition as of yet!
 
Alexander took her by the hips and lowered himself down on her, licking away at her pussy and tasting the growing wetness she produced. He cock was hard as steel by this point but he wanted her wet and begging for him. He roughly moved his slick tongue in and out of her, spreading her pussy with his fingers while his free hand moved up to play with her hardening nipples.

"Does my little concubine enjoy that?" he asked, an evil smirk on his face. "Does she want her King's cock? Does she like betraying her Queen." He wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to fully realize that she was his in this sinful act!
 
At this point she did want him, she needed him and was more than willing to beg for her King’s great cock. And so she moaned to him saying, “Yes my King, please stuff me full of your cock, I want it!” She wasn’t willing to state that she liked betraying her Queen, she dind’t think of this act as betraying Queen Adra, for she knew that it was Alexander who made the first move and didn’t really give her much choice in the matter. But deep down she knew she was betraying her, she was betraying her with every lick of his tongue on her cunt, she knew that she was betraying her Queen with every stroke that his cock made inside of her when he would fuck her. And she knew that if his seed took hold of her womb, that that would have been the greatest betrayal of all!
 
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