Continuing the royal family line

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Lasha
long black hair, green eyes, amazing curves
princess of Damelhurst (fictious country)

Needs just one character at the moment, her father the king.

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Lasha let her serving women brush out her long black hair till it shined, thinking over the past few days events in her head.

She was now a married woman, her women preparing her for her marriage bed.

She felt a strange anxiousness in the pit of her belly, uneasy with the feeling that she may actually be looking forward to the consumation of her marriage, a marriage to her father.

Even though she was his daughter, she was still a member of his realm and subject to his will.

His will being that since she was of age for marriage and he had yet to take a second wife after the death of her mother, she would marry him, her own father so he could breed a son off her and his blood line would not be thinned by other lines.

He had told her and his entire court that without a male heir whomever married his daughter would become king after he was gone, and the fact that someone not of his blood would rule did not sit well with him, so he had come the the conclusion he would marry her himself and the son she was bound to bare would be the future king.

To Lasha's surprise no one thought anything of it.

"My Queen." A soft voice penatrated Lasha's thoughts and she looked to her maid who had spoken.

"It is time." The older woman said helping Lasha into the big majestic bed to await her husband, her father, her king.

 

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King Wilhelm

My queen had been dead a long time. While I had many dalliances with willing female servants and subjects, I had my eye on Princess Lasha for a long time, awaiting the day when she would reach majority. She was the image of her mother and as she grew up, it was all I could do to keep my hands off her, and I shielded her carefully from the attention of other men, awaiting the day when I could finally make the arrangements for continuation of my blood line.

I was not about to let the throne pass out of our family, nor even to my brother the Duke with whom I had little in common excpt the same mother. I even wondered if we had the same father.

Finally Lasha reached an age where I could proclaim her ads my chosen bride, and withregret, my high priest conducted te ceremoy at my direction.

It was festive but strained as my court attended and pad per homage as their queen, which she graciously acknowledged, before it was tine for her to retire to her chambers and prepare for the marriage bed.

 

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Lasha

Lasha climbed into the big majestic bed, literally. Leaning back on the numerous silk and velvet pillows, her maid arranging her dark hair over her shoulders and the pillows, straigthening her purple (the color of royalty) nightdress.

She was nervous, not knowing exactly what she was expected to do...well that wasn't entirely true, she wasn't naive, just inexperienced.

She bit her lip and waited for her king to come to her.

 

[catlover]

King Wilhelm

My retainer informed me that the Queen was ready to receive me. I went to her chambvers and knocked on her door. It opened and her handmaid whom we'd known and had in the courrt for ye4ars admitted me,. She was my wife's handmaiden too way back then, and loved the child since she was biorn and after mu wife died she requested that she be allowed to stay on to help raise the princess.

With a curtsy she pointed to a chair and entered the bedroom to announce myu arrival. I heard my bride tell her she was excused for the night, and "thank you -please show him in"

I was excorted into her bedchamber and there Lasha sat on the high bed, clad in her royal purple bridal nightgown. The maid curtsied again and retired closing the door behind her. I went and sat on the bed and took my daughter (bride's) hand and she saud "Hi Daddy"

we both laughed and agreed that we woulkd have to work on that. I loved her since the day she was born, and she knew it. I again explained the line of succession, and that if I didnt sire a male heir the throne would pass either to her husband or my brother whom I couldnt stand, and who was itching to get his hands on it for his family.

So, the only solution was for her to marry me and bear my son

Lasha said she understood and was ready to be my wife. She pulled back the covers and invited me in. Her legs were covered with the royal purple silk of her new position as my queen. I stood and removed my robe and again sat on the bed, swinging around to lay and cuddle with my baby, who was now a woman and my wife and lover. We kissed, sort of as fatrher and daughter. then we laughed again and she said "that isnt quite right is it Daddy/"

So we kissed again, this time as husband and wife on our wedding night.

Early this morning her handmaiden with whom I had slept last night, informed me that her hymen was intact and to be gentle with her. I didnt want to hurt her, and if she had no sexual experience I wanted tonight to be pleasant and loving and fulfilling for her, as my hands went to her body to caress her under the covers.

She looked at me and threw the covers back and pulled up her nightgown, and said "let's get it on Your Majesty"