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The Kings Play Thing (Emmi-Mae & Lord Dakol)

Vittirio's groaned as he forced the poor village girl to swallow his seed, and watched with interest as David took his turn with her. She had tried to return back to his own cock, but the pain and pleasure from David made her collapse, which he didn't mind. Standing up, he cleaned off his member as the two brothers watched David have his fun.

Due to being the youngest, David had the thickest and hardest cock out of the three, causing Elena to express the pain as he invaded her cunt. He continued to thrust, not giving her a moment's rest from her climax as she fell to the dirt, unable to hold herself up any longer. So, he decided that he would help her.

Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around the front of her body and sat back, lifting Elena onto his laps. David's hands gripped her ample breasts tightly as he bounced her up and down on his thick pole of meat. Leaning in close to her ear, her nibbled on her earlobe gently. "Ugh, do you . . . want my cum, whore..!?" he asked, growling as he thrusted his hips up as he fucked her.
 
A Groan of pleasure errupted through Elena's throat as she placed her cheek into the dirt as David's thrusting began to get more and more pleasureable to her body, She could feel herself building up once against as she took in loud shaky breaths and squinted her eyes shut. When she felt the man's arms wrap around her stomach she found herself sitting up with her knees on David's legs. She looked down at his cock as she readjusted herself and let her head fall back as she bounced on his thich hard member. Raindrops sliding down her long neck as her hands touching the ground just with her finger tips as David's fingers tightened around her sore breasts. "Ohhhh....." Elena's voice groaned out as her head dropped backwards, She tried to rock herself against his cock as she bounced. Her breath hitching as she did and her breasts even bounced with each thrust. "D...don't.........s....stop.." She found herself saying but instantly wished she took it back... She hadn't meant it like it came out.. Don't stop... she was really saying Don't. Stop.

The girls wet pussy slid up and down David's dick as she let out loud groans as her orgasm began once again. Her eyes rolled into her head as she tried to make his thrusts harder and deeper... now her voice was groaning out words she had no control of...It was insane.. "M..more.......oh...." She gasped out as she dropped her head forward and took his cock "Yess....yess... I want itttt......." She answered him back as her legs began to push herself up and down on his cock... She... was liking this now....and she was beginning to feel more and more like a slut... a sex slut... she loved it.. "F..fuck me..." She cried out as her hands moved to the ground in front of her and she looked over her shoulder to david with a loud moan of both frustration... pleading... and pleasure.
 
Ironically, the men would have probably used the girl's name instead of calling her things like "slut", "whore", and "cocksucker". Unfortunately, she refused to give them her name, but they didn't have any problem with that. At the moment, she was living up to her names.

"Ugh..." David groaned as he used the strength in his body to lift her up and slam her back down, his legs hitting the dirt until she began to use her own legs to take him in and out, showing that she was wanting this badly. When she moaned out her words, David of course took as "don't stop", and grinned, thrusting harder and faster. "Fuck!"

Once she complied to wanting his seed, David felt his control over the pleasure in his manhood lost, and groan. "Take it then, slut! Take my cum..!" he yelled in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as his cock pumped out loads of the sticky cum into her womb, most likely impregnating, though he wouldn't care. "Argh..." David moaned, breathing heavily before he completely emptied his load into her hot, cum-soaked pussy.

David let her go without hesitation, allowing her to fall to the ground as he stood up and joined the other men. "Heh . . . that was good. Wasn't it, whore?" he inquired, looking back over his shoulder at her before they stood around her.
 
Elena's screams of ecstasy went unheard by her village as she rocked against David's hard dick, The rain mixing with the mud, her sweat and her vaginal juices as she felt him grow and push deeper into her canal causing the girl's eyes to roll back into their sockets and then when he had exploded into her, her elbows collapsed and she planted face first into the mud with a groan. Taking in his seed and when he released her she fell onto her side in the mud with a grunt and rolled slowly onto her stomach with a whimper as her fingers ran through her hair and then she tried to cover her self up as she took in a shaky breath and looked up at the men as they circled around her. "W...what are you going to do to me now... are you going to kill me.." She whimpered out as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her entire body aching from the past hour's events as she crawled towards her heap of clothes she gathered it up in her arms with a whimper before looking towards them " Please don't kill me.." She begged.
 
Once they were all cleaned up and ignored her for the most part, the three looked at her when she asked what they were going to do now. Salvatore scoffed and crossed his fine, burly arms. "Don't be ridiculous; why would we kill you?" he inquired.

David scowled and rolled his eyes. "Do you remember what we said earlier, whore? The king is looking for a young woman to take into his bedchambers as his slave. And from the looks of it, you'll do the job perfectly," he said, looking at her sternly.

Vittirio, on the other hand, looked at her calmly and sighed. "Fucking you wasn't mainly for fun. The king doesn't like virgins, so we . . . prepared you for him," he said. Looking back at David and his brother, he waved them off. "Go get your horses ready. I'll make sure she's dressed and ready to leave."

Once they were gone, the man looked down at the girl and frowned, just slightly. "Clean your body up and get dressed," he ordered, walking close and kneeling down to her eye-level. "Now, I'll ask again: what is your name?"
 
Elena took in a shaky breath as she looked down at the bruises on her side she'd gotten from being grinded into the rocks on the ground. When two of the men had left leaving her alone with the middle man. He was by far the nicest one of the group. The girl glanced towards him as she wiped her eyes and slid her dress back on which was more like rags. Once she cleaned the mud off her skin with a piece of her wet dress that wasn't dirty already nor had need for it she used the ripped top of her gown to form a bra which atleast covered her still hardened nipples. She slid her ripped skirt back onto her form before turned towards Vittirio, her stomach showing since she didn't bother to cover it. The cold rain made her lips quiver as she wrapped her arms around her slender frame and answered the man "E..elena.." She breathed out and shivered as she moved to her feet, the pain in her legs causing her to cry out before falling into Vittirio's form.
 
While Salvatore was the leader and thus, the most dominating of the group, and David was the most cruel, Vittirio was different. Yes, he did force Elena to pleasure him without her will, but it was because of two things: one, if he had refused, then Salvatore would have made him do something far worse to her. And two, his orders were directly from the King to find a non-virgin, young woman in the country. He couldn't possibly refused. But, he couldn't help but admit how good and erotic it was when she got into the act of getting fucked and sucking cock. It made him shiver in remembrance before she answered him with her name.

"Elena . . . my name is Vittirio Raso. The older one is my brother, Salvatore. And the youngest was David Williams. It's a . . . pleasure to meet you, Elena..." he said softly, moving his wet hair out of his eyes before she got dress and attempted to stand, only to fall forward and against Vittirio's firm, built physique. "Woah!" he exclaimed, placing his hands at her naked waist. "You okay?" he tried to ignore the fact that Elena's hardened nipples were rubbing against his chest, and instead looked down at her with slight concern.
 
Elena took in a shaky breath as she regained her balance but kept herself close against Vittirio's form, her hands pressed to his chest a moment as she took in a vew inhales to try and gather herself and try to stop from crying. She found her nails picking at some loose thread on his tunic before she could feel his hands around her bare waist. "I..i'm fine..." She breathed out after a few beats she was shivering pretty badly against him and it was clear that in those wet close she'd most likely get sick before they reached the castle.

Slowly she pulled away from Vit's warm form and wrapped her arms around her form " so... I take it I'm going to be forced to walk..." She breathed out and glanced towards Vit, He seemed to be in his mid twenties perhaps. To say that he wasn't handsome would make Elena a lier and she wasn't a lier. She moved forward with a wince, moving past him to expose the cuts on her back and the bruises that snaked down her back.

((what if Vittirio is the one that falls in love with her? It would make a fine twist... and after about a year of being with the king he plans on killing her but Vittirio comes in one day and over hears the kings plans so he plans on saving her because she doesn't deserve to die just because the king got bored... Also could she get pregnant?))
 
The body warmth that Vittirio had because he wasn't directly under the rain gave Elena some of it, but it still wasn't enough as he stood there, gently holding her until she spoke and moved from his grasp, limping away towards where the others had left. He clicked his tongue and suddenly moved in behind her, scooping her in his strong arms. "I'm afraid not; you're still soaked and we can't have you get sick and tired when we get to the castle. So, you're riding with me," he said, his tone similar to worry.

Carrying her through the trees, he did his best to avoid all of the spots where the rain could get them, silently heading towards the roads. Once they were there, he noticed that his brother had already gotten Vittirio's horse ready, and looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Brother, what are you doing?" asked Salvatore.

"She's riding with me. She needs to be in prime condition when we see the King, and that won't happen if she walks or doesn't change out of her clothes," Vittirio explained, putting Elena on the horse before pulling himself up with ease. David laughed and got onto his horse, as well as Salvatore. Once they were ready, they spurred their horses forward. A minute later, Vittirio looked down at Elena as they rode away from her home. "Say your silent goodbyes now..." he urged calmly.
 
Elena let out a light grunt when Vittirio's warm arms scooped her up off her fight, the change in altitude causing her to get abit dizzy as she wrapped her arms around his neck... She wouldn't fight this man... He was the only one who hadn't tried to force her as roughly as his brother and the other had... He was the one to stay close too.. He was caring and compassionate... somewhat anyway. Her shivering stopped after a moment of his warmths until she was on his horse and her shivering began again. She looked towards Salvatore and David a moment and looked down at the horse she was on before she felt the warm pressence of Vittirio against her back and her eyes fluttered shut.

As they began to ride and the other two men were either abit ahead or abit behind her and Vittirio she glanced over her shoulder to him before lowering her eyes and took in a shaky breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "T-thank you..." She said softly as she held onto the saddle horn since he held the reins she didn't want to slide off since the girl never learned to ride a horse... they were actually quite scary to her. "Thank you for showing me some kindness..." She breathed out as she shivered and tried to scoot closer to his warmth as her teeth chattered. It would be a two day journey back to the castle and she wondered what the men would do to her when night fell and they were forced to sleep... Would Vittirio keep her close? would he want to take her and feel himself inside her tight walls since he never had the chance before? Or would they travel as fast as they could to the king...

((Want to make the journey last a bit so Vit and Elena bond abit?))
 
[[Sure. Are you wanting Vittirio to replace the servant in terms of being her love interest, or do you want to keep it separate? Just so you know, I'm good with playing both if you want me to.]]

The dark cloak that was wrapped around Vittirio's neck was wide, covering his arms and chest. This meant that Elena was covered from the rain, though her body would get wet if he didn't do something. He let out a sigh of comfort as she rested against his chest, and knew she could feel his heart gently beating, even through the swift riding.

When she responded to him about saying goodbye, he sighed softly and looked away. "It's nothing; I just know how you feel..." he muttered. He wouldn't say anything more on the subject, even though it was obvious what he meant. He didn't get the chance, long ago...

He tried to calm himself when she scooted even closer to him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat, feeling her body pressing in between his legs. A few minutes later, he looked down at her and pondered briefly about the rain. Vittirio then took off his cloak, moving it from his own body to place around Elena, covering her body completely below her neck. "Undress; I don't want you to get sick. You can put the clothes into the empty saddlebag by your left foot," he said gently as they rode on.
 
Elena curled into Vittirio's warmth as the rain continued to fall she tried to stay under his clock and close to his chest, In the middle of the ride she had gone side saddle so she could rest her cheek against his warm chest, cradled by his arms which were up to steer his steed. She'd begun to drift into an uncomfortable sleep when she felt him stir and take off his cloak and wrapped it around her. The girls large blue and brown eyes looked up to him with a straight face. She didn't say thank you... she didn't refuse she simply said this.. " But won't the rain make you cold..." She breathed out but she did as she was told.. she'd learned back there in the woods to do as these men said.. But for Vittirio she'd do anything for him... He was kind to her it was the least she could do. Carefully she stripped down into nothing under the cloak before she looked up to him with worried eyes.

Carefully the girl unwrapped the cloak seeming how it was over sized on her and tied the edge around Vit's waist so he'd still be warm and she pressed herself closer to him. "This way we'd both be warm and dry...You don't need to suffer on my accord..." She whispered softly before her eyes began to flutter closed, She hid her face inside the cloak so the rain didn't hit her. Her breasts pressing against his chest but they were no longer hard. She let out a tired yawn before she winced and grunted. Her stomach growled as loud as the thunder that came after it.
 
"I shall be fine. Don't worry about me..." said Vittirio, gazing into her unique, beautiful eyes. But, as she wrapped it around herself and stripped down, she made the choice to tie it around his waist to keep him somewhat warm. He silently thanked her and continued to spur the horse forward. His body shivered; not from the rain, but the feelings that Elena caused in him, both physical and emotional.

Vittirio scoffed at her words, shaking his head as his torso and hair began to get damp, though the rain was beginning to lessen its onslaught. "Suffer? It is partly because of me that you are like this, here," he muttered, looking into the sky, where the clouds darkened and the thunder rumbled across the wide plains.
 
Elena let out a faint smile at his words before she shook her head and leaned into him some more. "You were following orders... I don't blame you... I blame the king.." She whispered... however It appeared the perhaps David had heard her words. The girl wrapped her arms around herself as she let out a tired groan and opened her eyes. She noticed that he was looking at her again but she dismissed it and only smiled to him before closing her eyes again, If David decided to punish her for her words it would have been done at that moment.
 
Though Elena didn't see him, Vittirio's face softened at her words. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Good . . . now get some sleep. We'll be stopping for the night soon," he whispered back, following her gaze to David. The young man had heard her and narrowed his eyes, poising the position of his hands to turn his horse around. However, Vittirio glared at him and scowled, waving him off. Damn loyalist...

An hour later, the sun had fallen and had cast a dark loom over the countryside. In the far distance, the tiny dot of the castle could be seen. Salvatore had set up a campfire, and Vittirio slid off his horse, carrying Elena in his arms before moving to a large oak tree, leaning against the trunk as he wrapped his arms around her.
 
Elena hid her face into his cloak and his chest as she drifted off to sleep. By the time night fell her hair was dry and the rain had calmed down to a light sprinkle. However in the trees they didn't get much of it.. only if an bird hit the leaves or the wind made the tree's branches shake. Her small frame looked just like that in Vittirio's arms as he held her close and guarded her from David before She'd finally drifted off into her night sleep... She dreamed she was running in a meadow of iris... her favorite flower. Tripping over a root her dream self screamed as she turned onto her back to see Salvatore and David's faces grinning down at her with their weapons ready to kill her. And slowly Vittirio's body moved in on her as well but there was regret in his eyes.

When she woke it was the middle of the night. She flinched in Vittirio's gentle arms with a cry before she relaxed against him, her head falling onto his shoulder as her hands went up to touched her face. She looked around to see that only salvatore was awake, Keeping watch while the others slept. His eyes had fallen on hers as she stared back, keeping herself in vit's arms as she sank into him closer and tried to let him sleep but she'd wake him if Salvatore tried anything.
 
Fortunately for Elena, Salvatore only stared at her for a moment more before looking away, still keeping watch as he cleaned his dirtied halberd. His eyes sternly trailed along the contours of his weapon, his reflection gazing back.

A couple hours into the night, Salvatore sighed and looked at the sky. Stretching, placed his halberd onto the ground and glanced in Elena's direction. He stood up, quietly striding over to them; he loomed over them for a moment, looking down at the two before leaning down... and shaking Vittirio's shoulder gently. "Brother."

Vittirio awoke with a start, sharply inhaling as he quickly remembered where he was. He was having a dream, but he couldn't remember what. Looking up at his older brother, he blinked a few times and yawned. "Yeah?" he inquired.

"I'm getting a few winks. Your turn to keep watch," he said gruffly, nodding before he went over to his own spot and lay down on his back, folding his hands under his head.

Vittirio grunted gently and sat up a bit, making sure not to disturb Elena as he leaned his head back, sighing softly.
 
Elena looked around at the dark scary woods... she'd forgotten how menicing it felt to be outside in the woods at night, ever since she'd gotten lost on her own when she was a child... she'd almost died of the flu a week later from being out in the rain. When she heard and saw Salvatore move to his feet she scooted closer to Vittirio, watching him as he woke his brother. Her eyes watched as Vittirio startled awake and Salvatore moved to lay down.

The young girl gently rested a hand against Vittirio's chest as he laid his head back and sighed tiredly. "You're still tired..." She breathed out as she looked up into his eyes and then around the fire, Salvatore's back was too them now. The girl scooted out of his arms carefully but stayed close as she felt her stomach growl again. She took in a slow breath and rubbed her tired eyes before she looked back up to Vit for a moment. " Can I ask where you were from before you became a soldier?" She asked gently. Her voice whispering so low that only Vittirio would hear her.
 
As Vittirio watched the horizon, he felt Elena move and place her hand at his chest, causing a light shiver to run through his body. Looking down at her, he sighed. "Mhm, I am. Didn't get much sleep."

She squirmed a bit, moving to get out of his arms, but came back the moment he felt her stomach grumble. He couldn't help but chuckle gently, shaking his head before she asked him of his origins. Vittirio looked at her silently, deciding whether or not he should tell her. "My brother and I . . . we were born to a village west of the castle. It had no name, and the population was very small. We had a father and mother until-" he stopped, closing his eyes as horrid memories came rushing back. He shook his head and opened his eyes, looking at her. "Until we were forced to leave. We came upon the castle and the king's men trained us to fight for him."

It wasn't the whole truth, but it would suffice for now, as it was obvious that Vittirio didn't wish to speak about his old home, or life, for that matter.
 
Elena's eyes softened when Vittirio began to speak about his family and his life before becoming a warrior. She kept her palm against his chest and watched his face as his eyes shut for a moment and then he looked at her. The girl's lips twitched with a frown as she lowered her eyes. "So you've been in the same boat as I am right now..." She whispered and moved closer to him and rested her cheek to his chest for a moment and she closed her eyes with a tiny whimper. "Is the king as cruel as they say he is....He gets tired of the queen so he has knights abduct young women which he uses..." She began and took in a shaky breath as tears slid down her cheeks. "What if he gets tired of me....H..he's going to kill me isn't he..." She whimpered out and looked directly into Vittirio's dark eyes.
 
The fact that Elena's hand was resting on his chest seemed to calm him down and make him feel at peace. Vittirio sighed at her frown; he hadn't meant to make her even more distraught. He wondered how she would have reacted if he told her everything...

He closed his eyes for a moment, shivering gently at her body sliding against his, as if she felt safe with him. He frowned - which she didn't see - when she whimpered, and gently brushed her hair away from her face. "He..." began Vittirio, but didn't know how to explain the King's behavior. "He doesn't kidnap women often."

When the comment of the King killing her when he finished came up, Vittirio's body instinctively stiffened, and looked down at her. "I won't-" he stopped, having no idea if he should even promise such a thing. "I'll make sure you're okay."
 
Elena was forced to turn her eyes away from Vittirio when she spoke, she took in a shaky breath as she used the close to wipe them away. She pressed her bare back into his chest before she shivered. "Often...So.. I'm going to be... his play thing for the rest of my life..." She whimpered out as shook her head before she pushed herself away from him and out of the cloak in the cold air her bare form moved to her aching feet and limped over towards Vittirio's horse to tug out her now dry clothes. She wrapped the chest wrap around her breasts and slipped the ripped skirt onto her form before she moved back towards Vit and slid down beside him at his side.

When she heard his last words she turned her eyes towards him as she wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin to her knees. "D-....Don't make a promise you can't keep...Don't get my hopes up....I'm already dead..." She whispered out before she turned away from him and curled up in the cold grass on her side. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she squinted her eyes tight and took in several shaky breaths. Her whimpering causing David to stir and grumble some very angry words towards her.
 
Vittirio said nothing as pulled away from him to retrieve her clothes. The wind had appropriately dried them enough to wear, and so he silently watched as she got redressed. It might have been somewhat mean, but he liked the feeling of her nude body against his, and the way her body was exposed every second.

When she returned, curling up beside him and turning away, he sighed as she responded to his words. Narrowing his eyes, he shook his head and turned his body towards her. Vittirio slipped off his gloves, placing them on the grass before he sidled in close to her, putting his warmed fingers on her cheek and pulling her face towards him. "No, I never break my promises. So, I promise that you will not suffer the same fate of the women who came before..." he whispered softly. Vittirio took a chance and leaned in, putting a gently kiss on both side of her cheeks, softly inhaling her natural scent as his breath became a little heavy. "You can count on me."
 
Elena's entire body went stiff when she felt him move in close his warm finger's guided her eyes back to his face as she lifted her head abit and placed her arm under her neck to keep her up as he spoke. Never before had a man said such a thing to her... not even her own brother or father. She closed her eyes when he moved in closer, Anticipating a forced kiss on the lips but when they touched her cheeks she took in a shaky breath as she opened them and she tilted her head into his palm as her tears slid down her dirty cheeks. "Thank you...." She whispered gently and sat up before she wrapped her arms around his torso and his her face into his cloak and his chest.

She found herself crying silently so Salvatore and David wouldn't wake up but Vittirio would know she was scared, the bruises on her back looked rather nasty as well as the cuts and slashes that had been caused by David's harsh thrusting when she was on her back the rocks under her had stabbed, slashed and cut her multiple times. But worst of all her body just ached everywhere her muscles protested in everything that she did even moving made her groan out in pain. "I'm counting on you Vitti...." She whispered... wondering if anyone had ever called him Vitti for short.
 
Vittirio didn't bother to say you're welcome, having a feeling that she knew how he felt already. His thumbs wiped away her tears, also cleaning off the dirty spots of her gorgeous, succulent flesh and kissing her cheeks once more.

He did his best to muffle and quiet her sobs and cries, but it wasn't going very well. He glanced down at her back, his fingers gingerly trailing over the cuts and bruises and frowning. Looking down at her in surprise, he realized that no one had ever called him that before. "I know..." he whispered.

Glancing at David, Vittirio decided that it would be best to take Elena out of range for a little bit so that she could cry without being afraid to wake anyone. And so he carried her once again to a group of trees a few minutes away, leaning against the trees with Elena resting against his body, and her hips on his. This position made Vittirio sigh in arousal, squirming as he could feel her pussy, even through all the fabric that separated them. "Ah . . . Elena..." he breathed, his hands instinctively gripping her sides lightly in an attempt to get over the pleasure, but it wouldn't leave.
 
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