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A Commoners luck, A Princess' bad Luck (Nurse_K and I)

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His heart beated, as he watched an old man dressed in rags, be surrounded by several cuthroats in the back alley. Winston, in a simple tunic and pants was watching as the poor old fool was to be the next victim of another attack but I ca the local gang. It was a common place in the part of town he lived. Smugglers, cut throats and whatever the lowest scum of the kingdom. Quite frankly, he felt sorry for the bloke. Winston Got up and picked up a sword he had stolen from an asian traveler, it was a thin blade but he stole because of the elegant look, and how easily he wielded. He smiled at the attacking muggers, unsheated his blade, and approached the group.

In an instant, all the muggers were killed. The old man was on his knees thanking Winston graciously.
"Please sir how can I ever repay you."
"Your just lucky I felt the urge of a massacre, an suitible substitute, seeing as I have know women to ravage or riches to expound." He responded "Besides I don't you can repay me. Even if you have all the gold in the world"
"Just tell me your wish and I can see what I can do."
"Alright make me royalty! Make me king of this entire country." The commoner responded half joking at the same time, in a silent way Half Serious. The old man smiled back at him.
"You may have the makings of a king, with your lust for conquering. I'll see what I can do for you commoner." he finished the last words, which sounded prophetic to anyone who was more observant then Winston.

Days later guards from the palace arrived and took Winston to the caste, holding a blade to his throat when he refused. When he arrived at the throne room . To his surprise the old man he saved the other day was there! As well as a younger elegant looking lady, far more extravagant and beautiful then the commoner himself. Before he could speak the king with the voice of a god voiced his own words
"Since you have saved my life, I will grant you half of your wish. You are to be part of royalty on this day, a noblemen and a warrior. From there, depending on how you fair in battle, I'll grant you my title of King, and retire from my position.." The king said with smile " I've explained to my daughter, if you are eligible to be in the throne you must also marry one of my daughters to do so. Now do you accept?"

The shock was almost unbearable for Winston, but with the eyes of a wolf he smiled.
"Old man you won't regret this, I'll have the throne before you know it. I'll be king of this country!." . The king smiled then, his mysterious smile. He had certainly picked the right man to succeed him. He'll have to take down the other noblemen married to his other daughters first.
"Well then daughter of mine, present him that gift and welcome him, after all he's not commoner not by are books by a noblemen of pure blood." The father winked deviously at Winston. Winston smiled knowing the kind of forgery the kind would have to do.
"Well come now why did you greet your new husband..." Winston smiled.
 
Elsa was the farthest from pleased that she could possibly be when she found out the trouble her father had gotten himself into. Her father was growing increasingly senile, and it was just like him to get caught in an ally in begger's clothing. She had been infuriated when her father had announced that she had to marry the man who saved him. He was just going to give her away like cattle, to a commoner. Though her father now refused to hear the word 'commoner' come out of her mouth in reference to the man, her father contended that he was now of noble blood.

Elsa, of course, knew this to be completely false and she garnered no respect for this commoner man. She had been forced to come to this ceremony, threatening to do everything under the sun if her father really made her marry this peasant. Her father, in a bout of lucidity, had threatened to throw her out and disown her if she didn't obey him. This, and only this, made her come to the ceremony and allow herself to be married off. She had vowed to herself that she wouldn't give the man what he wanted from her: a devoted and loving wife.

Elsa was a short woman of eighteen, but she was certainly elegant and beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, honey colored eyes, and pale skin dotted with freckles. Her skin was soft and silky, delicate from lack of hard work. She had a curvy body, as was attractive, but she had a stubborn temper. She hated taking orders from anyone.

She frowned at the man when he beckoned to her and shook her head, "I don't see why I should greet you."
 
He laughed in response to this. Not even wildest whores at the taverns where this fiesty. He had to conquer her, just like he had to take the throne, he had planned to take her body mind, and if the situation and oppurtunity called for it, her soul. The king observed what Winstons carefully, He knew the effort it would have to take to tame her daugheter. Winston however was already up to the task.
"Awww..." Winston said in an almost babyish vocie. "is the young lady all huffy and puffy about being taken by me." taking a step forward he latched his hand on to her chin, his eyes mocking, his smile more devious then when he slaughtered the muggers. His head leaned against her, he was close to her ears. his breath warm. He blew in her ears

"Or perhaps it's because you believe yourself above me and all other commoners,." His hand glided from her chin , and made they're way down to her belly, just a little bit above her crouch gently gliding over it. he continued on. " The throne will be mine now, as well as your body..." He laughed silenty. "Particularly that virginty of yours."
 
She cringed a little when he came nearer to her. She thought his baby voice and the pathetic look on his face were ridiculous. Was he really that soft? When he lifted her chin she glared at him, absolutely no feeling in her eyes. She was icy to the touch, as she held no emotion for him except contempt.

Her eyes widened a little as his hand slid down her body near to her crotch. When it glided over it she lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face, "How dare you touch royalty like that!" she seethed, her face now hot with anger. Her voice dropped to a low whisper, "You may have saved my father's life but that does not mean that you have free reign over me. I am not so simple as he."

And with that she began to stomp off. She knew that she was supposed to move into seperate quarters with him, but she had absolutely no intentions of doing that. She was going to keep her own quarters, alone.
 
The slap on his face stung, and for the moment left him stunned. When she stormed away, The king turned quickly to His soon to be son in law
" I'm really sorry for that my daughter...." Laughter stopped the king for a moment. Laughter from Winston.
"Princess, Elsa! " Winston laughed. " She's just like the the virgin whore I took a few years back. Normally I'd be late to pick up such freshly ripe fruit, but indeed lI've arrived just in time! I'll be having her eat off my hand soon enough." The king was shocked. Most would have been put off by her pride, but Winston more or less so it as challenge he enjoyed.
"I'll send for her..."
"No need to your highness. I'll talk to her myself. Afterall we do have a future together.."
"Then may I suggest." The king said calling his servants. The servants came to his side. "That you dress properly for the occasion, my servants can.."
"No She's going to accept a commoner as I am."
"At least bathe, a lady of her stature, at least once someone nice smelling.." The king responded. Winston ended up sighing though.
"Oh very well. but I'm keeping my clothing...."

An hour later, after he bathed, and his clothes cleaned up by the maids, He was out in front of her chamger door. By this point his dark hair was no longer ragged, and his face a sight cleaner, revealing, a more stronger feather.

Unlike most gentlemen who would knock and wait for the ladies reply, he entered her room unannounced.
"Well that was rather rood of you, leaving your husband and soon to be king behind." He said approaching her, as a lion approaches it's prey.
 
She had been sitting at her vanity when he so rudely barged in on her. Her face immidiately turned to a scowl, this peasant had absolutely no manners! She didn't even bother to stand when he entered the room, simply turning her head to shoot him an icy glare. "You're not welcome in my chambers, leave." she demanded stubbornly, turning back to the mirror.

She had been slowly unplaiting her hair, her long dark tresses flowing out down her back. She was brushing it straight, as it was crinkly from being plaited for so long. She gave him a sidewards glance, seeing that he hadn't left. She turned her head again and shot him another look, "I told you to leave. Do you have hearing problems as well, peasant?" she said to him rudely. If he was a real noble, he could beat her for saying that, but he wasn't.

She had noticed that he didn't smell so horrid anymore and that his skin was dirty, but he still wore his disgustingly cheap clothing.
 
"I'm no longer a peasant," He said taking a step towards her. "I am your husband now," Another step he took, "And you will address me as such in that manner.." He was right behind her now, Right in front of the mirror. His eyes gazed at the reflection from the vanity. He laughed silenlty to himself. The commoner and the princess. She beg for for just as a commoner would. beg for a princess. His hands wrapped around the back of her neck, "Well you filthy princess. What do you say, kneel before me!" His voice was now a lot more forceful, controlling. Different from his cockiness an hour ago, but stil had that hint of someone stronger, greater the royalty itself.

"I SAID KNEEL DOWN BEFORE ME." He said after a pause. Using her neck he forced her to kneel.
 
She winced as he grabbed hold of her neck, about to yell at him to stop touching her when he squeezed it, commanding her to kneel. Her face twisted into an expression first of disgust, then to anger, and then to a little bit of fear. He forced her to kneel, and she did, her knees sinking to the ground as he held onto her neck tightly.

"You're hurting me!" she protested, reaching an arm up to try to dispell his grasp. He was holding onto her incredibly tightly though, she couldn't pry his fingers from her neck, "Let go of me!" she protested again, the stinging pain throwing off both her concentration and her balance.
 
"And Why should I let go of wasted trash like you." Winston said with a touch of fury in his voice. In truth he was enjoying bringing her down to his will. It was almost pure extacy seeing the fear in her face. "Not until you kiss the floor, that most of your servants walk on. He hunched over, bending his new princess head slowly to the floor, quickly over coming her resistance. "Go on kiss it, kiss the floor most of your servants have to walk on. Power over a princess was far more intoxicating over power over the whores he had in the past.

"get ready princess... your going to be in for a long night." He whispered in her ear, as he pushed her head down to the floor. A taste of stone, and a taste of the world he introuce to her.
"By the end of this night your body and mind will be mine."
 
She whimpered as he pushed her face down toward the floor. She squirmed a little bit, trying to rescind her face and lips so that they wouldn't touch the disgusting floor. She flinched as he pushed her down further, so that her lips were forced to meet the cold stone. She felt like she wanted to throw up, it was so incredibly disrespectful and gross.

She shook her head vigorously, "No, no! No!" she screeched, trying to force herself into a sitting position, anything to get her away from the floor. "Stop touching me, get off of me! You won't defeat me!" she continued to screech, getting louder.
 
"You were defeated the moment I became your husband You were defeated the moment I took control of your neck. Your a loser, even if your a princess." The young man replied maliciously. it's been ages since he enjoyed toying with his prey. Eventually, he forced her head down on to the floor, his hand hold her face against.
"Now now do it. Kiss the floor, I went to hear you kiss the floor. Common little princess. You mine now. Kiss the floor." He said holding her head to the floor. His grip grew stronger, as she was trying to sit up. The whole world was his at the moment. And soon very soon, after this little break in in his dear little princess Elsa. She'll beg for him.
 
She groaned in frustration as he pushed her down further, she was unable to pick herself back up. The pain in her neck was being intensified, and she couldn't handle it anymore. She held out as long as she thought she possibly could, but eventually there was nothing left in her. She relented, pressing her lips against the floor in a kiss. It disgusted her, horrified her...she'd known this man for what, two hours, and he'd already begun to make her bend to his will.
 
"That's a good girl ." Winston responded. If he actually bothered reading text books or more to the matter even afford text books, then Princes Elsa would be a text book case for bending so many other girls to his will. Only two hours and he already got her kissing the floor he walked on. Royalty really was easy to grab hold of. He released his hands from her neck. and began to pull out.
"A princess kissing the floor, who would have though." . Winston said with a fierce smile. The door made a loud bang, and thomas went over and opened it. It was a servant.
"Beg your pardon sir, but the King said you could probally use some wine.."
"Why thank you Alastor.. You can go now." Quickly he slammed the door, after recieving the two glasses and the wine. He turned to her and smiled.
"Your in luck my pet, we can make a proper toast..." He sat on the bed, placing to the two wine glasses to the side and pouring them.
"Well don't just stay there , join me for a proper drink." He suspected that it wouldnt be that easy to get a drink with her, but it mattered not. He was prepared to counter what ever she had in mind for him. He even plans to turn it in his favor.
 
She slowly sat up, wiping the as much of the grossness from her mouth as she could. Then she stood, brushing the dirt and grime off of her beautiful gown. She didn't think that a gown of hers had ever been near the floor, let alone pressed down upon it. She glared at him, even more angry now than she had been before. She stomped over to him, picked up the glass with wine in it, and threw it in his face.

"If you're not going to get out of my chambers, then you are not going to live in any luxury being here. You are a peasant, you do not deserve to drink the wine of royalty. You don't even deserve to be in my presence," she spoke through gritted teeth at him, her anger near to a boiling point after he'd gotten her down to the floor.
 
"Oh ho ho ho another strike.." Winston replied in half cold and half amused tone. Even if he was drencked He walked up to her. "I would've thought that that earlier lesson would have taught you something about respect to your fellow being. After all I'm your superiror now." He took the bottle of wine of wine, stood up, walked to her, and poured over her head soaking her gown. Immediatly he followed it with a slap. The feeling of her flesh agiasnt his palm excited him.
"How about I teach you another lesson them, you insect." His eyes grew into that of wolfs. He grabbed her arm forcefully, too her to the bed and forced her over his lap, his hands lifted up the gown covering her legs and exposed her ass. He ripped out any covering over her ass and poured more wine over it. He raised his hands up in the air and...
"THat's one SPank for talking to me in that tone." He slapper her ass once again.
"That's another for for your wasting wine." Another slap....
"And here's one for MY ENJOYMENT!" HE finished the thrird hardest of the three.
 
She gasped as he poured the wine over her head. Not only was he ruining a priceless gown, he was also wasting an entire bottle of extremely expensive wine. She was about to open her mouth and say something to that effect when he slapped her, forcing her head to twist to the side painfully. She could feel her cheek swell with a red mark in the shape of a hand. She screeched as he dragged her towards the bed, kicking and screaming the entire way, though it was only a couple of feet.

She cried out each time he spanked her, her face red with both his slap and shame from him seeing her naked bottom. She had kept kicking and screaming, but the harder he hit her the less she fought, until finally on the third spank her legs were still, though her face was tearstained.
 
" I don't think you'e had enough!" He responded even if her face was tearstained. Seeing her in such state, only drove the bulge forming in his pants in quite literally new heights. He placed her upon his lap. so she was sitting up on it. His hands reached over the fabric of her gown covering her breasts, Immediatly, with a swift hand, he pulled it down so that Her breasts where exposed. From behind, he licked her nipples that had some of the wine dresed on it genty. His hands made there way up to her breasts, and slowly, he pinced her nipples teasing. twist twist twist.
"Do you refuse me now? HUH?" He said twisting it as he said so. Blowing in her ear. Slowing torturing the girls breasts.
"DO YOU DARE REFUSE ME NOW LITTLE PRINCESS!!" He said his voice as deadly as venom. and as strong as fire
 
She whimpered again and the tears began to flow as he ripped the bodice of her dress down, exposing her breasts. She felt so humiliated by him. She had thought she would, for sure, win the battle against him, but he had turned her every move into an advantage for him. For a brief second she had tried to jump off of his lap when he placed her there, but he had grabbed her again too quickly.

She shook her head, the tears flowing, "No..." she sobbed quietly, she didn't refuse him now. She could only imagine what he would do to her next if she did....and she could only imagine what he was going to do to her, now that he had established his ownership of her.
 
In response his mouth was on her neck, slowly he nibble on the side, but then it transitioned into almost a bite. He mixed it in with kisses but in the end after another small "Bite" He left a noticeable mark there. She was his now. Her mind and body belonged with him. To test it out further. His hands reached out to her crotch. And through the fabric his fingers brushed over it side to side. He was incredibly hard now. And his princess, to a certain point of submission. He whispered silently.
"This, your breasts, and that little treasure I have down there." He said implying her puss.y "Are all mine from this day one. His hands moved up the gown, and slowly brushed a finger over a certainly little opening.g he was ready to violate her fully now. And have her submit to his will.
 
She choked back a sob as he bit into her neck, it was like they were animals and he was marking his territory. She winced at the slight pain it caused, but it was nothing compared to his slap and his spankings. She had to choke back another sob as he glided his finger back and forth of the fabric that covered her pussy and hid it from him. As much as she hated it, she had half-accepted that she belonged to him. She knew that if she continued to deny it, he would just beat her down until she accepted it.

She nodded silently when he told her that her body belonged to him. Her eyes grew wide as his finger brushed across her lovehole, she knew what he was going to do. He was going to do what he had originally said was his intention, to take her virginity.
 
His hands reached. and teased her little Hole. "Not yet princess... There's so much I want to do! But first lets have get my "sword" Ready to impale you." Once again he forced her on her knees. This time he undid his pants. Revealing a very hard and very ready weapon at his disposal. "I want to see how skillful that mouth of yours is when it's not trying to disrespect me." He pushed his manhood against her lips. teasing. And then With the utmost urgency. His cock slipped in her mouth for one moment.
"Com one what are you doing suck it! please me! Prepare my cock, to ENTER YOU!
 
She was a little startled as he pushed her off of the bed and onto the floor, she fell onto her knees again. Her eyes grew even wider at the sight of his manhood, she'd never seen one before. It was certainly large, and seemed to be especially thick as well. She wrinkled her nose when he thrust it at her, and she turned her face away.

He had managed to press it against her lips and then push it into her mouth for the briefest moment. She pulled away, the feeling of it being in her mouth was horrible. She wrinkled her nose again, her entire face filled with disgust. "Ew!" she said, shaking her head a little to rid her mouth of the taste. She hadn't been aware that husbands expected such things, she hadn't known there was anything except regular intercourse.

She realized that he would probably get angry because of what she had just done, so she tried to backpeddle a little bit. "I...um...don't know how." she said awkwardly, which was the truth.
 
His hands stroked her hair gently. His eyes looked down on her. This was what he enjoyed about virgins such as Elsa. The wonders of exploring for the first time the bodies of both man.
"Well then .." He said, his hands brushing over her face. "You'll have to learn the quick and hard way then won't you." He said. Though he took into consideration that fact that she was showing a little bit more cooperation. He decided to over look her reluctance she shown earlier, in favor of teaching the young lady how to give proper head. His cock was already erect from her fear, and feeling of her body. He was ready to claim her as his.
"Your tongue, first start out by licking your tongue over my head, then plant kisses around it.. and." For sevearl mintues he directed her on how to please him gently. Watching her progress, gently. Once she learned enough how to please him in this way. Already though the feeling of her breath on his "sword" was enough to drive him crazy. He would have to be patient, and wait until she got the rythm of it. Then He'll begin claiming her first "hole."
 
She didn't really like it when he touched her hair, he was trying to be intimate with her...and she didn't want that. If she was going to have to be married to him and perform the so-called "wifely-duties", then she would do what she had to do -- but she didn't want him to be more intimate than that.

She wrinkled her nose at his cock again, wary of licking it. She did though, very very lightly at first. He wasn't pleased with that and so she did it a little better, and it seemed that every time she did it, it became a tiny bit less gross. She certainly didn't want to kiss it, she didn't even want to kiss his lips, so she avoided doing that and just gave it short licks up and down the length, on the head, up side and under.
 
The moment she began to get use to sucking on his cock, Winston began to begin the next phase. He took control of the head this time. and with both hands, he grabbed her hair, and began to force his way in and out of her mouth. Quite literally he began the process of fucking her mouth over and over, hitting the back of her throat.
"For a princess your mouth is hot.... mmm." He got more into rythm with her. This was the first hole he'd insert his cock inside. Much later on in the night He'll do more then just fuck her mouth.
"Keep going princess.." He would moan. "Your future king has a lot more suprises coming tonight." He said with glee in his voice. His thrusting motions grew fa more violent as time went on.
 
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