When he pulled her off, a thick stream of her spit and his extract came with it, flinging onto her breasts and his feet. She hardly took a breath before he rammed it down her throat again, gagging when she closed her throat around his thickness. He held her there, his heavy sack slapping her chin as he fucked her mouth. She felt the thick veins sliding over her tongue and against her teeth as he moved. Lilly never stopped looking into his eyes, even when her stomach flopped and the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Finally he slowed. Smiling down at her, King Lars guided her head with his strong hands and offered very clear direction. He made her spend several minutes kissing and nibbling the fat purple crown of his kuk, nursing a steady dribbling stream of his delicious extract into her mouth. He said, “My young maiden, repeat after me: ‘I love my King’s essence. I am not complete without it inside me.'”
Not really under any sort of control, she took a brief pause from the task at hand and echoed his statement in a whisper, over and over as she nursed. “I love my King’s essence. I am not complete without it inside me.” He smiled down at her before finally forcing himself deeply into her throat when he came again.
The sound he made was animalistic, and he pushed her face into his abdomen. She choked again, but this release was manageable and not a drop was wasted and that made her happy. The big glops of his sperm warmed her tummy.
When he was spent, he commanded her to rise. This was difficult to do, but with his help, she managed. He massaged the drippings on her flesh, his fingers swirling around her areolas and gently twisting her glistening nipples, which was torturous. She whimpered but stayed still. Her body had finally calmed down and the last thing she wanted to do was move.
His hands were warm and their large size enabled him to grasp most of her flesh; the sensation was unbearable, but she was helpless to make it stop. And then she realized she didn’t want it to end. What he said next surprised her. “Your king is most displeased as you have allowed your spit to fall upon my feet. Do you feel my feet are worthy of your peasant spit?”
“No, your Highness.”
“For this you will be punished.”
“I’m sorry, your Highness.” She bowed her head.
“You must make amends, my young maiden.”
“Yes, your Highness. Anything.”
Eyeing her for a moment, he said, “Stand up straight.” She slowly corrected her posture and the ropes shifted against her flesh. Wincing when he cruelly lifted the heavy mounds by their pinkened nubs, Lilly watched helplessly as he dipped his hands up and down. Her areolas stretched uncomfortably by the weight and he continued doing this until she groaned at the discomfort and tears rolled down her cheeks. He said, “For your insolence, my young maiden, your breasts are to be punished by my hand.”
She sniffled. “Yes, your Highness.”
“Each breast will be slapped nineteen times, once for each year you have been on this earth.”
“Yes, your highness.”
He landed the first blow upon her left breast, his palm snapping sharply across the aching nipple and areola; her flesh bounced and flung under the force, the rope digging. It was sharp and stinging.
“You will count each swat, my fair maiden,” he said coldly.
“Yes, your Highness. One.”
By only the third slap, tears filled her eyes and when he raised his hand she hunched over, cowering. He stopped and told her in a warm, reassuring voice that if she didn’t stand up straight to accept her punishment, the next blow would be harder.
Gathering the courage to present herself as he commanded, she said, “Yes, your Highness.” Submitting herself to him was as uncomfortable as it was pleasurable and her special place filled with the wonderful damp warmth she knew so well, which was at odds with the pain she felt with each slap of her tits. At least the moisture down there had softened the knot.
He took his time, and following each slap, he kneaded her flesh firmly, pinching and twisting her nipples as he worked. When he was finished, her breasts glowed rosey and she was sobbing. Finally, pulling the rope away from her nipples, her king lowered his mouth to her hillocks, he gently kissed and lovingly suckled her flesh for some time. When she moaned with pleasure he abruptly pulled off. “Your punishment is meant for my enjoyment, not yours, my young maiden.”
“Yes, your Highness. I’m sorry.”
Sitting down on a daybed, he said, “Next, you are to put yourself over my knee.”
She feared and relished what was coming next. “Yes, your Highness.” Lilly carefully stepped to him and folded herself over one of his muscled thighs, so that her bottom was upturned. She whimpered as the rope continued its incessant rubbing of her pussy. She felt the stiffness of his cock against her hip.
When finally situated, he gently lowered her head upon the carpeted floor so that the top half of her body was upside down. With her feet no longer touching the ground, her incapacity only grew. Her bright red orbs hung heavily against her chin.
“Spread your legs, girl.”
Moaning as she obeyed, Lilly said, “Yes, your Highness.”
“For your misbehavior, the softness between your thighs will be subjected to your king’s hand. Do you understand?”
“Please, your highness. It belongs to you, but the rope…the knot.”
He paid no attention to her protest. Using his foot to push her ankle away, he spread her thighs widely and made it impossible for her to close them. He began gently, his strong fingers manipulating her pussy, plumping then flaying her lips open. When he began pressing and tugging on the knot, she hitched. Tears leaked upward, because of her awkward position, over her forehead. “Your softness is pink and very wet, my young maiden. I enjoy seeing it strained in such a manner.” And then he fiddled with the knot and her thighs quivered. More tiny waves were forming.
“Please don’t make me come,” she pleaded.
His laugh was genuine. She could hear the happiness in his voice. “My young maiden, your requests fall upon my deaf ears.” A thick finger dug into her pussy, hooked below the knot and he slowly twisted.
“Yes, your Highness.” In an attempt to relieve the building pressure, Lilly pushed her special place to his probing fingers. The waves of an orgasm were building quickly against her bud, which he pressed against with the rope.
“Is it ready to be punished?”
“Yes, your Highness.”
Lilly yipped when he drove two more fingers and his thumb deeply into her special place, encircling the knot. Her pussy went taut. Continuing to thrust, he nearly pushed her from his knees and braced his arm across her back to keep her in place. Droplets of sweat popped up on her forehead. “Your softness belongs to me. Do you understand?” He pushed harder, to the third knuckle.
She grunted, “Yes, your Highness.”
Rotating his wrist, he drove into her. “Oh! Oh God!” She was sweating and crying and her hair hung over her face.
“It’s meant to be opened.” He spread his fingers apart within her and she was reminded of Louise doing the same thing months ago. And then she flashed back to the sight of her pussy on the monitor in Dr. Malstrom’s office as he ratcheted the speculum open. But his hand was much larger. “It is to be stretched to my liking.”
She was going to come. “Yes, your Highness.” She pinched her eyes shut. “You may do with it what you want.”
“To whom does it belong?”
“To you, your Highness. The softness between my thighs belongs to you.” He pushed hard against the knot and she grunted. Her hair flew and stuck to her sweaty face. “I’m going to come.”
She wasn’t lying and he knew it. Withdrawing his fingers, he said, “Not yet.”
But she was on the verge of an explosion and only pushed her special place toward his fingers. “Please, your Highness. Oh please. Let. Me. Come.” She knew it would be uncomfortable, but she couldn’t stop herself. She had lost control.
He began tracing his fingers lightly over the ridges of her labia, before worming one, then two fingers back inside. “Nineteen thrusts. One for each year that you have been on this earth.” Shoving his thumb inside her again, the thrusting began in earnest; pushing the knot deeper into her womb while also putting increased pressure on the strand pressed against her clit. Her dangling breasts bumped into her chin with each strong push.
“Yes, your Highness.”
“You will wait until the nineteenth thrust, and then you may experience pleasure.”
“Yes, your Highness, but please hurry.” The tide was rolling with force. “Hurry.” Biting her cheek, she hoped the pain would calm the flow.
But she couldn’t wait. Her body was racked with trembles before he reached the sixth round of her impalement. She cried out as the tidal wave broke over her bud again and again. She heard the sloppy wet noises of her pussy as he tugged the knot fervently. She was panting, nearly breathless, when he finally stopped. She lay limp across his lap, gasping for air. She was light headed because of the awkward position.
Withdrawing his fingers, he ran them over the cheeks of her bottom. “Your pleasure could not wait, my young maiden.”
“No, your Highness. I’m so sorry.” Lilly was still crying as the waves subsided.
“For your disobedience, you are to be spanked.”
“Yes, your Highness.”
“Nineteen swats upon each cheek,” he said. “One for each year that you have been on this earth.”
“Yes, your Highness.”
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