A King's Favor (TheEyes & Morrighan)

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

Grace Wylde sat atop the dappled gray mare as she was led down a steep path into the rough looking English countryside, her father atop his own mount leading the way. It was her sixteenth birthday and a faint drizzle fell from the darkening sky and doe brown eyes looked ahead where the majestic shape of the English King's castle awaited the travelers. The dwelling was his hunting home and reputed to be where he kept most of his harlots; it did not please Grace to be going there. Dressed in her only piece of good clothing, the 16 year old girl glanced her father's way, apprehension upon her face. Lord Wylde adverted his daughter's eyes, he knew the real reason for this peculiar visit, but had been too ashamed to tell his only daughter the truth.

Fact was that money was tight, the crops had not yielded much and he had no beasts left to sell; once again Lord John Wylde was to throw himself at the King's mercy. The King had supplied John with money once before, 16 years ago exactly and a letter had arrived at the Wylde household a week ago bearing the royal's stamp upon it. The contents had been brief, it seemed the King had noticed John's lack of funds and had an offer to make the man. In exchange for saving John from ruin once more, the King would require the servitude of John's only daughter. The child's mother had passed away some years ago and was not there to witness the bargain, though John knew she would be rolling in her grave at the moment. Still, John figured the King would be able to provide his daughter with a decent place to live and when he got a babe upon her would give her enough dowry to find a husband. The poor man had no idea of the King's real intent, as so both riders were blind as they were ushered into the King's grand hall.

Their mounts were taken care of and Grace couldn't help but shudder, feeling as though eyes were upon her. Her cloak was taken, bearing the pale lavender dress and the girl's large breast straining against the too tight material; they didn't have the money to have it fitted for her growing body. The cold had dampened the thin material and her puckered nipples poked against the cloth, unnoticed by the young woman but not by the other men in the room. Her father introduced himself and spoke of having business with the King, a man leaving the room to notify the noble man that Lord Wylde was requesting an audience. Grace's hair had been tied up before her ride, but the wind had released several golden brown strands so that they fell about her face, emphasizing her slender neck. She was a fair sight to behold, a trim waste and flat stomach fell to growing hips from which graceful legs extended and her full lips seemed to beg for a man's taste. Still, Grace was oblivious to it all, without a female's presence she'd grown up naive to the nature of man's lust and knew nothing of what transpired between a man and woman. Under the leering gazes of the men in the hall she could not help but shuffle in discomfort, still unaware of the intent of this odd visit upon her birthday.
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[Full~Pride]

When approached about Lord Wylde making the appearance, I'll admit I was somewhat shocked. The Lord was in debt to me, King Asford, and would stoop so low as to honor my deal - a deal which sold his... No, I mustn't dwell on the past. I smiled, fixed my outfit, and walked nobly off to the court where everyone stood - all the nobles, Lord Wylde, and his daughter, Grace Wylde. My, my, she was a true beauty. I didn't see much of her, but any woman would do for me at my age. I needed a young, beautiful pet to call my own, and thought she would be as good as any. I still do - perhaps even more.

I walked over to Grace, holding her. "Hello dear, my name is... King Asford, do you know why you're here?" I asked with a smile. This really got a bad look from her father. It seemed it was kept a secret from her, so I felt inclined to tell her the truth. "Guards, hold him back," I simply commanded. If Lord Wylde wanted to stop me from saying it, I'd need their help. I held onto Grace by her arms, keeping a firm grasp on her as I spilled the facts. "Your family is in debt. Plain and simple. Your father made you the scapegoat - giving you to me. Now, he has no more debt." I explained quite simply.

Sadly, things took a dark turn, as when I clicked my teeth, two more guards came out, binding Grace's hands behind her back. "However, don't worry, I'm going to make sure your father is in the audience for the most special occassion of your life," I said with a smirk. I took out a small dagger, cutting through her clothes. Smiling. This was going to be fun.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

Grace shifted as the crowd's gaze came to rest upon the approaching figure of a man into the hall. King Asford presented himself with confident movements, his steps taking him directly to the girl and her father. It was with surprise that Grace found the King's grasp upon her arms telling her that even though he was as old as her father, he was still very fit. The grip was solid, perhaps too much and her gaze flew to her father's, slightly worried now. The King spoke to her and she shook her head, she did not know the purpose of their visit. Guards were soon called to restrain her father and Grace's gaze widened as the King's words came to shatter her precious world.

Dumbfounded, she could only shake her head in disbelief, saying quietly, "That can't be, he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't..." The reality had yet to sink in when two large guards roughly grabbed Grace's arms and bound them together, the cords biting into her soft skin. A knife appeared in the King's hands and a shocked gasp echoed from the girl's full mouth as the sharp tool began to cut through her clothing. Wriggling in fear, Grace cried out, "What are you doing my Lord! I don't understand, stop it please! Father, what is going on?" Panic filled her eyes as she gazed over imploringly at her protector who could do nothing but hang his head in shame, restrained by guards of his own.

Cool air met her skin as the folds of shredded fabric fell to the floor, bearing Grace's full breasts for the room to behold. Pale and perfect mounds rose to tight peeks where the nipples remained hard from the cold, bobbing merrily with the girl's fearful shaking. She tried to cross her legs to hide her nudity, tears of humiliation falling down her cheeks. Between her legs a patch of soft golden downy hairs just barely covered her pink virgin nether lips that had yet to be explored, even by the young girl herself. The guards jerked her arms back, pushing her tits up for the crowd to see and straining her limbs painfully behind her. Her firm ass was exposed for those behind her to see, displaying the beautifully rounded curve of her young body for the crowd's viewing pleasure. Grace implored once more, "Please, I beg of you, this isn't right!" Her tears came to fall upon the hard floor beneath her, and yet none came to her air. Instead the sound of delighted chuckles could be heard in the room as the men eagerly awaited to see what would come next.
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[Full~Pride]

I laughed softly. I used my dagger to cut through her cheap-made undergarments, exposing her pink, virgin genitalia - not even touched for means of personal pleasure. "I'm afraid father-dearest has been unfaithful to your honest relationship as a family, dear Grace," I responded quite sadly. I felt for the child. I would've been blistering mad if I was her, though probably would've known more about sex by the time this day came.

I looked back at Lord Wylde, the guards holding Grace still incase she broke free of my grasp. "I wanted you, father... and all of you, my friends... to see this beautiful child's... first," I said with a smirk. I pinched on Grace's nipples toyingly, strongly pushing my manly cock into her virgin pussy, allowing myself to break her hymen with little mercy. This was going to be a breaking-in for the girl, whom would have a lot to put up with after today.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

Grace couldn't believe her father would betray her in such a fashion, they'd always been close and even when times had been hard he'd been her hero. He'd been there to teach her to ride, carried her home when she'd fallen and broken her leg, saved her when she'd been swept away in the currents of a river and given her comfort during the worst of storms. Now he'd sold her to this King, and she was helpless in the wake of his strength and the guards holding her down.

With a final wrench she freed herself from her captor's grasp but fell to the ground as she tripped. She was hauled to her feet by the guards who soon bent her over, exposing her ass and tiny pussy. The King spoke of being her first, and yet Grace still did not understand, what did he want from her? Her father's sobs reached her ears and this sound frightened her more than anything. She made to move again when the King's cruel fingers came to pinch at her tender nipples, earning a yelp from the young girl. Before she knew it she had been turned and her legs had been pried apart. She felt something hot and large prodding at the lips of her cunt and turned her head to catch a glimpse of the King's cock. It was terribly large and seemed threatening poised at her tender entrance. Then just as it dawned on Grace that the King was going to put it inside her, she felt him move and the full length of his member impaled her tight pussy. Unprepared for the penetration, Grace reared her head back and screamed in sheer agony as the walls of her pussy were stretched open for the first time.

Her virgin blood pooled around the King's randy cock and lubed her passages, but it did little to ease the pain as she felt the tip of him penetrate her up to her cervix. Stretched beyond belief she sobbed and cried, body shaking as the crowd erupted in applause, filled so full that it hurt to even move. She'd never felt anything like it before, and although she was unaware of it, the King possessed one of the biggest cocks in the country. From behind her she heard her father cry, "Oh God, please my Lord, spare her, kill me, but I beg of you leave my daughter alone! I have made a terrible mistake." Blood dripped crimson red down Grace's pale legs to fall upon the floor, the tearing had been hard and the hymen thick.
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[Full~Pride]

I feigned not hearing Lord Wylde. "I'm sorry, did you say something, Lord Wylde?" I asked him, not bothering to turn back to him. Instead, I focused on my thrusts inside Grace's no-longer-virgin pussy, enjoying the tightness of a young, beautiful virgin's body. Well, at least a virgin until today. It had that spicy deliciousness, unlike that of a milf, or a sexually active young woman. I twisted her nipples, smiling in joy at her reactions. Yes, I'm a rather dark man, feeling great pleasure at the humiliation, and trauma she's likely feeling. Though, how could you blame me? If anyone with my personality had this opportunity, they wouldn't ignore it.

"Go on, now, cast aside your father! Curse the name of the man whom got you into this mess! Maybe it will help? It likely won't, but it beats not facing your problems when you're stuck like this for the rest of your natural life!" I explained, trying to find some way to help. Well, perhaps to also take the anger less on me. As, this wasn't one-hundred percent my fault, moreso being Lord Wylde's fault for making the sell. "Do you enjoy the feel of my rod thrusting against the walls of your pink opening?" I asked with intrigue, my cock thickening with the excitement of the moment.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

Grace heard the laughs and taunting cheers around her, urging the King on as she was called names she'd never heard of before in her life. Her ample breasts bounced back and forth with every powerful thrust from the King and she whimpered in agony as his hands played havoc upon her sensitive nipples. Each time her tits were harshly twisted she jerked, almost mimicking the motions that her assaulter was doing. Her body clenched up in pain and the walls of her cunt milked the immense cock constantly spearing her without mercy. His pre-cum had mixed with her blood to provide further lubing and now the sounds of her ass cheeks meeting with his thick ball sacks could be heard.

Tears streamed down her face as Grace screamed for help, "Oh please... save me...you're hurting me my Lord, I can't stand it!" Releasing another agonizing scream she stammered, "You're ripping me apart!" But the King did not relent, instead he kept with his thrusts and encouraged her to curse her own father. He asked if she found his torture pleasurable and she could only whimper in pain, teeth biting her lip as her nails dug into the palm of her hands. However, through the agony she could feel his cock pressing against her pussy, and slight nerves of pleasure began to spurt through her body. The mixed juices from their joining made the passage of his cock a bit smoother and to her shame Grace found something strange happening to her body. The jolts from his cock rubbing against her clit intensified and soon her whimpering turned to moans of surprise and even juvenile enjoyment. Crying out in fear, she asked, "What's happening?! What is this feeling, god, it hurts so much, but..." Her cheeks were deeply tinted and sweat had begun to pearl upon her brow. Unable to control her inexperienced body's reactions, she found herself trying to match the King's thrusts as his cock slammed repeatedly into her tight and torn cunt. She desperately needed relief from the pain, and yet she wanted the feeling of pleasure to continue. Without knowing it, Grace had just proved that like all other women, she was just a slut at heart. She couldn't believe it, but it seemed the King's member was growing and reaching deeper in her, straight into her womb as her own juices began to mix with her blood down her legs.

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[Full~Pride]

I smiled. I had a feeling Grace would be enjoying this. "Than I'm doing a good job," I taunted, not caring about her pleas of tearing her, or harming her with my penetrations. They were typical pleas coming from virgins, or women whom have yet to be penetrated by my might, noble cock. "But you love it," I said, offering the words that she knew she wanted to say. Grace was, as many are, a lady in denial - and no, not as in the Egyptian sea. Denial. It was a play on words - quite fun if it weren't me narrating. Nevertheless, I continued to thrust powerfully with my smug grin, pinching and pulling, literally giving her an infamous titty twister for laughs.

I tossed my dagger in the direction of my guards, the one of them skillfully catching it with an understanding look pasted on their face. "Strip him," I commanded. With hesitation, my guards did as commanded, slicing off the bands that held up Lord Wydle's britches, leaving his cock and legs bare, showing him to be erect over the lewd display of myself and his daughter. I wasn't very surprised. Who could stay limp in this situation? The nobles couldn't; I just know it.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

As her King fucked her tight cunt with hard thrusts, Grace began to pant, her whimpers of lust and longing as the need for release sped throughout her young body. Her walls greedily milked the man's shaft as her thrusts became more insistent, her fertile body craving the hot seed that would be poured directly into unsoiled womb. Her nipples were red and sore from the cruel attention they were receiving and yet the pain seemed to intensify the pleasure at the same time. "Please... ah, I need, I want, oh God it feels so good!!! She moaned, coming near the edge as her redenned ass continued to be slapped by the King's balls. Men were now clapping and clamorring for a better view of the girl's rape as the scent of sex filled the air.

Grace was too far caught in the feel of the King's large shaft stretching her wide to notice anymore, all she wanted now was to have the pressure released. Her thrusts increased and all of a sudden the walls of her pussy clenched around the King's cock and her body convulsed in shakes. Lifting her head up she cried out, "Lord have mercy!" With that the young woman came for the first time in her life, juices exploding around the King's shaft and dripping down her pale thighs to pool on the floor, leaving the girl gasping. Grace's gaze then strayed to her father and she moaned in embarrassment and shame as she withheld his own cock protruding from his fat stomach. Her father could not meet her gaze as guilt no longer filled his eyes; instead lust for his daughter's body had replaced it.
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[Full~Pride]

I smiled, knowing I had broken the poor girl. I gripped her head, forcing her to look forwards - looking against the wall instead of at the crowd. I pulled my cock out, ushering the guards into bringing Lord Wydle up to her rear, allowing him to roughly violate her cum-covered pussy. I wouldn't let him have her ass, or cum inside her, as those were my prizes. For that reason, I had a thread knotted around his cock, allowing Lord Wydle to thrust, yet never ejaculate. I stroked myself off for some time, allowing Lord Wydle to thrust inside her quite a bit. I felt like being a decent man to Lord Wydle, so let my guards permit his thrusting, as long as they held onto him as he did it.

I gripped Grace by her neck, forcing her body to arch forward, so her lips were placed against my thick, throbbing cock. "My turn," I merely said. With a few moments of stroking the head of my cock, my sticky, thick, warm semen erupted from my cock, shooting my seed down her virgin throat. "How does daddy's cock feel inside you, Grace?" I asked her with intrigue, peering back at the lust-filled father, who seemed to lose all of his limitations.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

Grace saw the red faces of the laughing crowd before she felt her head being yanked and the wall replaced her field of vision. Exhausted, she trembled, barely able to hold herself up and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to handle the feeling of the King's cock ramming her pussy anymore, the older man finally pulled out. Grace sighed with relief and almost collapsed when she felt another pushing at her entrance. Yelping, she turned her head to see her father bending over her. "No! Father what are you doing?! Mother would not have wanted this...argh, please you're hurting me!" Fresh tears streamed down her face, but her father did not relent so caught up was he in the feel of his daughter's tight cunt clapses around his shaft.

Throughout the room Lord Wylde's grunts could be heard like that of a rutting boar as his thrusts became more forceful, coming faster now. His balls slapped into Grace's sore ass and his protruding stomach slammed into the small of her petite back. All of a sudden her screams were cut off as the King grabbed her neck and shoved the full length of his cock in her unsuspecting virgin mouth. His thick head hit the back of her throat and Grace gagged around his length. She was missing air as the King fucked her pretty little mouth and she sucked in trying to get air, her tongue instinctively swirling around the cock. Then as Grace thought she could take no more a thick jet of hot cum was shot straight down her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop to try to keep from choking. Cum ran down her chin, hot and sticky it pooled between her large breasts to mix with her tears.

Just as the cock before it had, her father's shaft hit that tender spot in her pussy, rubbing up against her clit and eliciting jolts of pleasure through Grace's nerves. She felt as though she might die from the shame, knowing her body as well was betraying her. Her walls milked her father's cock desperately as she rose her ass to allow him deeper penetration, her moans and the suckling sounds of her mouth around the King's cock mixing with her father's animal grunts and the sound of his balls against her ass. The guards laughed as they witnessed the incestual mating occurring before them, chortling in perverse delight as Lord Wylde's cock soon began to make his daughter come for a second time. "Oh father, why?! Why does my body betray me so?!" Grace sobbed between choked breaths.

 

[Full~Pride]

I smiled as she obediently drank all of my thick semen, finding a dirty pleasure in the observation. However, I wasn't done yet. I had let Lord Wydle pump his cock into his daughter's virginless pussy until she came onto it, enjoying the sight of Lord Wydle's face, knowing it likely scarred him mentally to see his daughter submitting like that. With a waving of my hand, they dragged out Lord Wydle, hotly kissing Grace on her cum-stained lips, exchanging tongue tenderly. My fingers moved to her clit, pinching it as I knelt there with a smile. "It does not betray you, my child," I whispered in Grace's ear.

The poor girl was truly losing her edge, her sweet and innocent posture corroding. She was beginning to transform into what I was working towards. "You are merely embracing your true pleasures, Grace," I informed her. As for her father, Lord Wydle 'disappeared' after my guards were done with him. Though, I must say, I feel bad for her getting the shit end of the stick; though, I'm not implying I would rather fix their families debt without taking her. No, Grace was going to get me through my years, and allow me to have some fun when I'm not busy with my obligated duties.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

As her father pulled out from her soaking pussy, Grace felt his hot cum hitting her back as she fell to her knees upon the blood and cum soaked ground. Lord Wylde looked at his daughter with a mixture of horrified awe and disbelief, as though he was seeing her for the first time. He spoke not one word of comfort so great was his shame. Grace eyed the King with fear as he bent before her, tasting her mouth as his thick tongue pried her lips apart. She tasted him as he invaded her mouth, feeling his tongue filling her. She hated the thought of him taking liberties with her body and yet she couldn't stop herself from caressing his tongue with her own as she tentatively kissed him back. The fingers that pinched her clit felt so good after the brutal rape that her hips arched forward into the king's hand to get more of the feeling. His words made her shudder in repulsion, and yet his embrace was so tender and the young girl was so desperate for comfort after her ordeal that she accepted it from her tormentor.

The King waved her father away and Grace watched with panic as Lord Wylde was dragged away. He couldn't leave her! She couldn't stay there with the King, it would kill her! She was supposed to get married and have a family of her own and not be a common whore out of wedlock. Scrambling up she made a dash after her father, breasts swinging from side to side as Grace ran.

 

[Full~Pride]

I wasn't surprised to see Grace run, her large breasts swaying, yet her arms still bound behind her back. It was to be expected of a girl forced into servitude; however, I had to cut her attempt short. Grace would feel a powerful hit to her temple, making her comatose on impact, Lord Wydle watching in worry as he was dragged out of my chambers. "Bring her back in here, and leave me to tend to her," I explained, smiling joyously as I watched her become dragged back in. As she was laid down infront of my throne, I leaned down, finally having a moment alone with her. I moved my fingers through her hair, smiling as I held her close. "Such an innocent young girl... Shame it came to this, isn't?" I asked myself out-loud, sighing.

I smiled, waking her several hours later. However, it was a very uncomfortable position for her to awaken in: chained to a steel table, with a collar around her neck and wrist-lets and anklets. "Sorry you had to be... contained in this way, Grace," I said falsely, not really caring about her well-being too much. The sincereness, kindness, and gentleness was burned alive given the privacy. I'm an animal when it comes to this stuff, I'll admit, and you had better believe I bring the pleasure. Soon, Grace will be begging for it again.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

As Grace dashed maddly after her father, her thoughts raced wild, disheveled and disorganized, it was the mind frame of a victim in shock. She wanted to go back home even though they didn't live grand; anywhere was better than the King's castle. The church preached about serving the King, but Grace had never imagined it would be like this. Just as she reached out a hand to touch her father, something smashed into her temple and the young woman crashed to the floor, darkness filling her sight as Grace slipped away from reality.

When she awoke, Grace initially thought she might have fallen asleep in front of the fireplace at home, her back was stiff enough to suggest it. However, comforting thoughts of home were savagely dissuaded when she took stock of her surroundings and found she couldn't move. Struggling frenetically, she fought against the binds at her wrists and ankles, the cold steel of the table registering under her naked body. Grace's struggles brought pain to her body and she moaned, her pussy terribl sore from the assault she'd been submitted to by the King and her father. Thoughts of what her father had done to her brought a choked sob to her dry throat. The King's voiced finally registered and Grace shuddered, asking in a weary voice, "What do you want from me my Lord? No one will want to marry and have children with me now." In a barely audible voice she pleaded, "Please let me go, I want to go home." A tear fell down her pale cheek as Grace tried to reason what she'd done to deserve this fate.

 

[Full~Pride]

I laughed softly. She was certainly the funny girl. To suggest I let her go? She would see her father raped by women before I allowed such a weak decision to be made by me. I moved over to the wall, smiling as I shook my head in disagreement to her words. I grabbed a riding crop that laid on the wall, striking her body with it, merely to send some pain against her damned body. "No," I said, striking her again. I made sure the door was closed, locked, and away from any guards. "I see... Not only has your father failed to be fatherly to you," I said, another strike soon following. "...But he's failed to teach you whose word is supreme in the Kingdom," I emphasized, giving my last whipping for some time.

She got the sense beat into her. If I failed to do so, what followed would certainly do the job. I walked back to the wall, grabbing a fun toy, which I pushed deep into Grace's virginless slit. I activated it with a press of a remote, the toy, which had many rough-bumps, almost thrusting inside her a male's cock. "Hmph," I said gladly.

 

[Morrighan O'Byrne]

Grace shuddered at the sound of the King's laugh, it filled her with apprehensive dread and she knew she'd said something displeasing. Her eyes widened and her face paled as the man picked up a riding crop, as she let out a cry of fear as it came down upon her body. Again and again it fell, striking her breast, creating red marks down her torso and lashing out at the soft lips of her young pussy. Whimpering, Grace strained wildly at the bonds holding her in place, crying out with each blow.

His word about her father brought tears of anger to her face, how could he defile her father's good character, all his life the man had protected her until the King had ruined everything with his sick ways. "You're wrong, my father was a good man, it is you my Lord that has ruined us.Your word means nothing to me!" At this the King walked over to the wall and took some odd phallic contraption off it. The object was thick and ringed with harsh bumps, and in one motion her aggressor jammed it into her cunt. Groaning, Grace arched her back in resistance, her walls were torn and sore from her prior forced mating. No, she thought, he can't do this, he's trying to kill me. Why Lord? Why are you punishing me? The King pressed something on the false cock and it began making thrust-like movements, tearing up and down her walls as the roughened ridges grabbed without mercy at her tender flesh. Her body convulsed and then it seemed to accept the toy in its inner folds, growing slowly use to the foreign object. Once again Grace's body betrayed her as her juices came to coat the phallic toy and she clenched her pussy around it, the tension building in her body as it once had before.
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