The Royal Family Line

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Viola
long black hair, green eyes, amazing curves
princess of Cameldon (fictious country)

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

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Viola 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 Viola's surprise no one thought anything of it.

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

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

 

[Xantham]

King Cintarra

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King Cintarra
Short Peppered grey, black hair; full moustache and beard
Green eyes
Solidly built, a warrior who stays in practice.

IC:
King Cintarra thought back over the past two years. From the time Viola was 16 she should have been married off to some rich noble or a foreign power to cement a relationship. But though the nobles poured in, having seen the beauty of the Princess, the King found each one lacking somehow. This continued for two full years.

Finally as Viola celebrated her 18th birthday, the King realized his heart. Viola looked every inch like his wife, may God have mercy on her soul, and he felt each time like he was trying to give his wife to another man.

He reasoned it through his mind. Why not, he thought, there is no doubting I have been a good king these many years since my father passed away. Viola is 50% of who I am. If I were to produce an heir with her, that heir would be 75% of me. And if I am to pass the kingdom into competent hands, whose could be better.

He played with the thoughts for a week before he approached his high councillor with the idea. His councillor replied, "Your majesty, I cna think of no particular reason against it. Your daughter is in excellent health. A few of your people may frown when hearing of it, but they will come around soon enough. the only serious problem may come from abroad, where several jilted suitors may hold this against you in foreign politics."

The King felt that the positives outweighed the negatives and decided. He came to his daughter's room that very night. "Viola. You know that I have been trying to help you find a suitable husband for these past two years. I am here tonight to let you know that I have found him. Your wedding has been planned for two weeks from tonight."

Viola looked to her father expectantly, "Well, who is it going to be? Is it the Duke of Garefal?"

"No, my precious, I have decided in the interest of purity of blood, that your husband to be can be no less than a King."

"Well, the only suitor that was King was the small and quite smelly one from the island nation of Mardonia. Please, father, I beg of you, not him."

"No, my darling, there was one other King in the running for your hand. A widower who needs an heir."

"You are the only widower I can think of, father. Did someone die that I had not heard of?"

"No."

"Oh." There was a pause as the knowledge settled in. "Do you mean to...I mean I am your daughter, isn't there...Haven't you...I don't supposed their is a choice is there?"

"No, my most beautiful daughter, now my fiance and soon to be my wife. I have thought this out very carefully and I have come to this conclusion after much consideration. I only hope you can come to love me as your mother loved me."

A full minute passed, while Viola sat and looked at her father with wide eyes and pursed, unbelieving lips. "Yes, Father."

Cintarra looked at his daughter then and saw her as a woman. Her figure was magnificent and he longed for the day, soon enough, where he would get to hold her and explore her as a man does a woman.

The two weeks passed quickly enough, there were things to prepare and a kingdom to run. Finally the day came, and then just like that, it was over. The vows were said, the religious services upheld and the one shining moment that Cintarra remembered. Lifting the veil from Viola's face and for the first time kissing her, not as a father, but as her husband. Her lips tasted faintly of roses where she had painted them for the occasion. Viola has been hesitant at first, but fully accepted her father's kiss before the mass of people.

It was now night. The new couple had been seperated for servants to prepare them for their first night together. The King had been bathed and powdered and was given oils to scent his skin. He had put on a large robe made of the finest silks and lace. His servants brought him to the bridal chamber where he knew his daughter and wife awaited him. One of the servants stepped ahead of him him and rapped at the door. "The King approaches."

The servants melted away as Cintarra lifted the latch to the door and slowly swung it open to reveal Viola on the bed in front of him. She wore a simple gown, nearly translucent, through which Cintarra could see glimpses of curves. "Good evening, my darling daughter, now my wife, I have looked forward to this moment for far too long. What have you got to say to your new husband?"

 

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Viola

oc- sorry it took so long, busy with work

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Viola looked up at her father, her her dazzling jewel green eyes sparkling with a mixture of fear, apprehension, and even a little bit of excitement.

What did she have to say to him? This man who stood before her in the finest of silk, who was her husband and father.

"I wish to say whatever it is that will please you my fat...my husband." she spoke softly from the bed, where she was propped up on pillows her women had just fussed over.

She didn't know how to go about this, she had stayed true and virtuous for her wedding night. She bit her lip, "Come to bed my husband."

 

[Xantham]

King Cintarra

"My daughter, I think I have waited for two years to hear you say those words. Please do not call me husband, call me Cintarra or father, for I will never tire of hearing you, my darling baby girl, call me father."

Cintarra strode across the room, while his eyes danced over Viola's form. Her innocence shone from her eyes. She was nervous and didn't know how to proceed.

"Viola, daughter," Cintarra stood beside the bed. "Tonight you will be a woman. To begin, we shared our first intimacy before a crowd this day, but now we are alone. Come hither that I might taste your lips again."

Viola rose and moved to the edge of the bed on her knees. Gingerly she rose and gave her father a nice kiss. She was not shy, but it lacked emotion and retained the sense of chastity.

"Viola, that is the kiss that a daughter would give her father, but now let me show you how a king kisses his queen."

Taking her head softly betweenn his large hands, Cintarra lowered his face to hers. Cintarra was inflamed with lust and passion and he soon began to explore her mouth with his tongue and her body with his hands.

 

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Viola

Her head was swimming, bright lights flashing behind closed lids as his tongue dueled with hers and his hands explored her body, covered only in her night rail.

She clung to him as she pressed her body against his, feeling it change. Her nipples hardened and the juncture between her legs became slowly moist.

When he finally pulled away she stared at him breathlessly, "Father." She reached for him, "Show me the other things a king does to his queen"

 

[Xantham]

His hands ran over her body feeling each curve from the bend of her neck, down the slope of her back until her reached the tender and unexplored curve of her hips and the generous treasure contained within. What once he could only daydream of while watching her walk away from him, was now contained within his hands as his fingers wandered over the sweet curve in her nightdress.

Cintarra pulled away at last, savoring the taste of his daughter on his lips. Viola's eyes shined up at him, "Show me the other things a king does to his queen."

"It is not just what a king does to a queen, it is also what she does to him. First we must undress each other, for my eyes are burning with desire to see you laid out naked before me. And my body aches for the touch of your hand while you remove my last vestiges of clothing."

 

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Viola

Suddenly Viola felt extrememly nervous, to the point she was seriously thinking of running away as fast as she could.

But that really wasn't a choice right now, so taking a deep breath she reached down and pulled her night rail over her head. She had been wearing nothing underneath.

Then she laid back on the bed, biting her lip and looking up at him

 

[Xantham]

King Cintarra

Her flesh looked so inviting, so tender, so ready to be feasted upon. Cintarra could only recall flleting glimpses of her barely clothed body as she grew. And of late, her curves and secret treasures had been carefully hidden by layers of clothing, until tonight. Tonight, her wedding night. When father and daughter joined together as man and wife.

As he gazed over her nubile form, from her well-endowed breasts with their cherry caps and hardening nipples to the tangle of hair that lay at the junction of her legs, Cintarra felt himself begin to stir. As he reached for the ties that held his robe together, pulling them apart to release the fabric, he felt the blood continue to rush. His body knew what was to come.

Finally, he stood there. The silk robe pooled at his feet, as his daughter took in for the first time her father's nude form. There was little extra fat on him and his muscles were still nearly as fit as the day he stood before her mother for the first time on their wedding night.

 

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Viola

Viola bit her lip as her father unveiled himself, gasping as she got her first glimpse of his hard manhood, his large manhood.

She bravely sat up and reached out taking his manhood in her hand like she had heard was what one was supposed to do in situations like this.

She felt funny knowing that she was about to lay with the same man her dearly departed mother had

 

[Xantham]

King Cintarra

Her breasts swayed as she reached up to wrap her fingers around him. The warmth of her fingers sending pleasurable sensations down thelength of his shaft. Fully engorged now, Cintarra felt his skin prickle as she slid her hand, unknowingly but ever so enticingly, in an up and down motion.

"God, Viola, you can not guess how good it feels to have my own daughter hold me so. But go slow for I want to savor every moment of this."

Reaching toward his daughter, Cintarra took one heavy breast in each hand and began circling motions designed to tease by just barely brushing her nipples on each slow pass around.

"These feel even better than they looked, how does it feel to have your father's hands caress you like this?"

 

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Viola

Emotions warring inside her and she softy and slowly stroked his velvetly memeber his hands on her round breasts she decided honesty was the best policy. "It feels wonderfully nice my lord." She murmured closing her eyes relaxing with the situation, "wonderfully nice."

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

As he settled himself on the bed next to her, she never loosened her grip. Cintarra leaned towards her and once again encased her lips with his. The sensations of her lips, breasts and hands were driving him wild.

His breath grew ragged as he kissed her with a passion that had built up for years. But he wanted to taste more, he needed to run his tongue over her body. Breaking the kiss, he slowly began to slide the tip of his tongue over her chin and down to the sensitive part of her neck, pausing there to nibble as he felt her body tense.

 

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Viola tensed as his tongue slid down her body, instinctively knowing where this would leave, not knowing if she was scared or anxious tofeel her fathers tongue on her body.

she continued to softly stroke his hard manhood as she whispered her ascent, "Yes my lord, my father."

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

He could feel her arch her back as he continued to ply her neck with soft kisses and caresses of his tongue. Her hips slowly began to roll on the bed as her excitement grew and her hand began to move a little faster. The first droplets began to bubble up from his head and help her with her work.

"Slow down a little," he whispered just below her ear and then he lightly bit her earlobe, eliciting a small moan of approval. He slid down her body again leading with his tongue, until he stopped to circle the engorged nipple of her breast. The taste of her slightly salty skin excited him and he slowly covered every inch of her breast licking it clean before moving over to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Her neck arched back as a low moan began to issue forth.

"Your mother used to moan like that," he spoke from around a nipple.

 

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Viola

Viola moaned as her father gave pleasure to her sensitive nipples, her hand working fast on his hard member before his whispered "slow down a little", to which she complied immediately.

"Your mother used to moan like that,"

That made her stiffen, she had loved her mother dearly and missed her but she did not need reminding of her at a moment like this, "I...I am not my mother"

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

"No, my precious, you are not."

I continued to lash her nipples with my tongue as my hands worked their way down her body. Her skin was smooth and flawless, warm to the touch. I slid my hand down into her lap and across the tops of her thighs. Her legs were still closed together as I began to very lightly scrape the skin on her thighs with my nails.

 

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Viola

Her father's tongue softly lapping over her now very erect nipple sent shivers through out Viola's young body.

His roaming hand causing her breath to come a bit quicker, her own hand still working slowly on her father's velvety hard member.

"No, my precious, you are not." She heard her father reply, which made her breath easier and relax, her thighs loosening and falling apart.

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

Her hand was working magic on him and the sensuality of the moment was getting to Cintarra. He kissed her nipples one last time as he removed Viola's hand from his turgid member.

"Lie back my daughter, and let me taste the honey that I have been desiring, the ambrosia of your essence."

As Viola shifted on the bed to lie back, Cintarra slid a pillow under her to raise her hips into the air. Her legs spread wantonly, his daughter's charms were fully revealed to him.

He began by kissing the inside of her knee...

 

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Viola

Viola felt the silk of the pillow beneath her hips, then the softly feathery kisses along the inside of her knee.

She smiled, the sensation pleasant.

She kept her eyes closed concentrating on the soft kisses that inched up her thigh

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

Slowly he moved towards the junction of her legs, placing light kisses on each inch of exposed skin. Moving slowly while Viola gave mewls of pleasure, Cintarra finally arrived where the dark patchof hair was split by a cleft of pink, brazenly opened to him for his pleasure.

Cintarra reached his hand out first, feeling the moisture collecting there. He knew then that she was excited, her body eagerly accepting this most unusual of circumstances.

Cintarra leaned forward and eagerly lapped up his daughter's juices as he bathed her with his tongue.

 

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Viola

Viola's breathing got shallower as his lip got closer and closer to the center of her womanhood. She wasn't sure what his plan was but she knew he had one.

She bit her lip and jerked her hips slightly when he touched her there, then gasped out loud in shock and pleasure as his tongue touched her there, in her most sacred of place, "My lord."

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

The taste was everything I expected from my daughter. I curled my tongue in and out of each crevice, running it over each petal of her outspread flower, sliding it down into the depths of the warm niche, and finally sliding it over her button in its deepest of red hues.

I brought up my hands and while I continued to lick, tease, nibble and suck on the magic spot, I began to run my fingers through and then into her most secret treasure, first one, then as she began to relax, two.

 

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Viola

Viola's mind was in a strange place, feeling things she never felt. Her body was flushed and she felt warm all over.

She moaned softly as her father, her king, sucked her pleasure button into his mouth her back arching slowly and just a little bit off the bed.

When he stuck his fingers inside her, she softly cried out and opened up farther for him, "Oh my king."

 

[Xantham]

Cintarra

He worked her body in a slow rhythm, allowing her to climb to swells of ecstasy, whereupon he would relax her down. Cintarra knew that it would be best if she was at her peak sensation when he deflowered her -- to keep the pain as minimal as he could.

Leaving her sweet nectar reluctantly, he climbed up the bed to place a kiss upon Viola's full lips. His beard and moustache dripped with her fluids so that Viola could taste herself on her father's face.

"My darling daughter are you ready to become a woman?"

 

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Viola

Viola's breathing got shallower and shallower as her pleasure increased.

"My darling daughter are you ready to become a woman?"

She looked up at him, her father, her husband, her king and now lover and nodded, "Yes."