The King’s Sinful Desires 3

Ellie’s POV

The birds chirping woke me from my slumber, the hot rays of the sun blinding my eyes through the parted curtains, proving it was dawn.

I tried to move, but it felt as though a horse had run over me; my limbs and muscles ached beyond words.

Memories blurred as I tried to recall what had happened, until I felt strong arms wrap tightly around me, pulling me into a hard armoire-like chest.

I looked around. This was not the room I’d fallen asleep in. This was grand, the perfect resemblance of a king’s chambers.

Then his voice came through, startling me.

“Good morning, sweet pea.”

I flinched. He pulled me closer, placing a kiss on my head.

“Last night was amazing.”

Then the memories came crashing in—the ball, Francis leaving, and the King!

The king, was in my room and we… oh my!

“What’s running through your mind?” His voice dragged me back to reality. My breathing had become harsh by now.

“Last night we, uh…”

I looked away, biting my lip as I always did when nervous.

“Hey,” he held my face to his, “last night was the best I’ve had in years. I don’t regret it.”

My uncle—the king—just said that to me. I was so perplexed, because Henry had always been a responsible individual in the kingdom whom everyone loved and respected.

The perfect king, yet now he was here with me, naked in his arms, after taking my virtue.

All through my life he had loved me so dearly. I was so stupid to believe his love for me was ordinary. The shocking part was that I had given my consent.

Abruptly, I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest. He frowned at me.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?”

I looked away. Then I was on my feet, but in a second he was at the door, obstructing my path—totally naked.

My gaze fell to the monster between his legs, the raging beast that had ravaged me last night.

“I really need to leave right now.” My voice was a whisper, yet he shook his head, approaching while I retreated.

“Go on, back to the bed, sweet pea.” He nodded at his luxurious mattress.

“Please…” My voice broke. “Let me go, with the little shame I have left.”

With two strides he was close to my face; I felt his breath on my skin.

“Shame?” He held my head up to meet his eyes.

“Oh no, sweet pea. This is an enchanted moment, one we will remember all our lives.” He pulled my waist into his, our fervor rubbing against each other.

“What will people say about us…” My voice broke into sobs. “Seeing that I am here in your chambers… the gossip will spread, my name will be tarnished, and I will never get a good match for marriage.”

A sharp growl echoed from him. He pulled me tighter against him.

“No male is ever going to have you except me, sweet pea. So get those thoughts out of your head.”

I gasped.

“As for the rumors,” his voice was low, “I expect you not to pay heed to them. People will always talk.”

Then he was nibbling on my neck again, then my lips. “Oh God.” He was on my nipples now, sucking on them so tenderly.

“Let me remind you whose name you screamed all night.”

Shortly I was sprawled on the mattress again, his mouth between my legs, tongue stroking my womanhood again. The pleasure was out of this world.

“Come for Uncle Sweet Pea…” he says, now sucking hard on me, and I'm a weeping mess. That same feeling builds up, and I burst into a million stars again. Screaming his name only.

As I settled from that intensity, the door creaked open, and a figure strode in at that moment, too fogged to see them. I only hear voices.

“How is she?”

“Better than I reckoned, seeing how rough I was last night.”

“Soon she will learn and adapt to your path.” She'll come to understand your enormous appetite,” the female laughs.

My breath caught when I eventually saw her face.

“Your Grace! My queen… I... I can explain...” My voice broke in panic and whispers. I was on my knees now.

“Please spare my life…” I shrieked.

Henry frowned again; he was still naked. He shook his head before walking over to the mini tavern to pour a drink.

Harper walked up to me, hands brushing my cheek. I shivered as more tears poured out.

“Oh sweet child, I would never hurt you.” She wiped my tears. Then she turned to face her husband, who gulped down his wine.

“Now you know why he chased every suitor away.” She strokes my hair. “You're not furious at me?”

She laughs, “Of course not , Ellie; more so, I am pleased with you.”

Confusion ate me up. Henry’s voice thunders then, “Enough with chit chat, come here Harper, let's show Ellie that it gets even better.”

“Sit back and watch. Your next,” she bit her lip as she moved to her husband.

Things escalated so quickly; one minute it was just us, and now the Queen is here, robe lowered and forgotten. I swallowed hard when her naked body came to light. She was beautiful even after childbearing And now Henry sat on a single settee, legs sprawled open, head relaxed back while she sucked on his rod.

Messy, wet, gagged sounds filled the room. He grabs her hair while forcing her down his length. “Just like that, wife. Show Ellie what she's been missing.” He groans, and our eyes meet.

My body is on fire witnessing them do this; at the same time, my heart is racing. It feels wrong, yet it feels exhilarating.

After a while, Henry calls out for me, “Come here, sweet pea.”

Harper paused, flashing me a welcome smile. Her eyes were red, her breath harsh, with drops of drool sliding down his thick rod. Then she went back to sucking.

Slowly I walk to them. I'm asked to kneel, and I do. Harper gives way for me, then he kisses her, sucking on her saliva and tasting himself. “Good girl.” He slapped her nipple, and she moaned.

“Your turn,” she purred, then guided my head down to his large tip.

“Suck on Uncle’s cock, sweet pea. I want your tight throat.”

Trembling as the novice I was, I took him in. He tasted better than I imagined. “Fuck...That's it, baby, suck,” he moaned.

A moan slipped past my lips when I felt an unhurried lick from my butt hole to my core. “Ahhh!” I screamed again.

Harper was behind me now, sucking and licking me passionately; I could barely focus.

“Keep sucking, sweet pea.” Henry implored, now thrusting slowly into my throat, “Goodness, she tastes so wonderful!” I hear Harper groan against me.

“Wait until you taste her cum.” Henry chuckles.

*Slap, Slap*

“Oh god! Oh yes, yes, hmmm, ahhh!” I could barely recognize myself. Loud sounds of skin meeting skin mixed with our moans fill the room.

Presently I straddled Henry, but with my back against his chest, both feet on his thigh, while I bounced on his thick meat.

“Oh, she is so wet.” Harper whimpers while she fingers her core; she sat opposite, legs wide open.

Henry holds my waist in place, assisting with my movement; his thumb is on my bud, stroking while he wrecks me.

“Just like that, sweet pea, keep taking it and do well. Oh, do you feel that?” He moves from underneath, now pounding into me, and I'm a mess. I know this time it will be intense.

My entire body trembles between hot liquid gushing out of me, and suddenly Harper is there, the dampness splashing over her face and on Henry.

“Fuck she squirts!” He growls excitedly, lifting me up.

“I bet there is no cunt in the universe you cannot fuck to a piss.” Harper laughed.

“You alright, baby?” he asked me when we fell to the bed. I nod even though I was so weak, tired, and sore.

Soon Harper switches on top, riding him while he positions me to sit on his face, both legs across his head.

How would he breathe this way? The thought did not last long cause soon I was a moaning mess again.

I rode my uncle’s face while his wife rode his cock, and this is the best sensation in the world.

He insisted I swallow his cum, and I did while Harper watched with satisfaction.

Just as we lay together catching our breaths, Henry kissed me, “You are now mine, Ellie.”

My parents burst in!

“How dare you, Henry!!!” My father growled, eyes red in anger; guards pushed in after him.

“Father!” I yell in fright as they grab him.

Henry pulled me closer into his chest, while Harper strolled down now covered in her robe.

“You know she has always been his; stand down or you die.” Her voice was candid.

“No, Father, please!” I begged as he struggled in their hold.

“Hush now, baby...” Henry whispers, stroking my spine, placing kisses on my skin.

“Ellie is not yours! You bastard, I would die rather than see you do this!” Father argued.

“Then so be it.” Harper nods as the guards drag him out.

“No. Please…” I cried, but Henry only moved down to suck on my nipple again.

“I need you again, sweet pea,” he murmured lustfully. I felt his hardness again.

At this point I realized what he was. An unsatisfied beast in bed.