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New to the throne, it was clear the new King wanted to set an example, visiting each town and village, and willing or not, getting a blood oath from every adult his men found. From some of the women, he gladly gained the blood for his binding with the thrust of his cock, delighting in the screams so much that a single thrust would never do. Everyone needed to know who ruled, and like chattel, they all belonged to him blood and bone. He could do with them as he pleased. But there was one, just one, who escaped.
News only spread as fast as a horse, but one fellow on foot had reached Faryna as she stood resting by the roadside from her work in her uncle's field. His warning reached her as she saw the dust in the distance down the road, and while wary at first, the arrow in his back was enough, and she took flight as fast as her feet would carry her to the nearby forrest. It was haunted, she had been warned, protected by the spirits of the forrest.
Spirits be damned, she had run into the forrest, pushing deep until she found a stream, and waded into it, going with the flow as she followed it for hours until she thought herself well out of reach. Finding an outcrop of rock by the cool water, a flat stone slab both smooth and warm, she nibbled at a bit of a loaf of bread she had in her satchel, knowing she woukd have to make her lunch last before she returned to the farm.
The sun was warm, but the gentle breeze made her feel a bit chill. So, shedding her soaked dress and skirts, she hung them from a nearby tree to dry. The stone slab was toasty and inviting, and she stretched herself out upon it, fanning her long , red hair above her as her pale skin soaked in the sun. Laying on her back, the feel of the breeze felt tempting and as playul as a lover she had never had. Rolling over her flesh, it teased at her pink nipples, causing them to rise and beg for attention. She spread her legs wide to feel the breeze move between them, playing in the red curls that graced her womanhood, and teasing the tender flesh there in ways that made her think of caressing herself. Already she could feel the eagerness starting to rise, and the wetness start to announce her arousal as she spread her legs a little more.
Gods, but she felt like fucking. Sure, she had never had a man's cock inside her yet, but while staying with her uncle, she had certainly discovered how talented her male cousin was in making her orgasm over and over again. Even now she was missing him, thinking of the prior night when, as the rest of the family slept, he slipped beside her, gently pressing a finger against her lips to keep her silent as, with his other hand, deft fingers under the blanket stirred her flesh until her body gave in to his demands. "We're going to have so much fun together my sweet, sweet cousin."
Thinking on the memory, her hips gently swayed up and down as if his hand was between her thighs, and a talented finger was swirling over her clit, teasing her by briefly sliding it deep into her, wiggling, then drawing it out, along with the juices her arousal had created.
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There are dear young woman, full-breasted and hungry for more waits. Who shall meet her needs of flesh and lust. Her male cousin who has introduced her to the pleasures of someone else's fingers making her cum? Perhaps the King or one of his knights (or skilled spies/assassins) has come to finish the job? Or perhaps someone(s) else or something else has come upon her. And what of this blood oath the King seeks from all adults who live in his land? Certainly an ancient blood magic of binding that guarantees all will be loyal to him, and will not attempt to kill him.
Please PM me, and feel free to continue however you wish.
News only spread as fast as a horse, but one fellow on foot had reached Faryna as she stood resting by the roadside from her work in her uncle's field. His warning reached her as she saw the dust in the distance down the road, and while wary at first, the arrow in his back was enough, and she took flight as fast as her feet would carry her to the nearby forrest. It was haunted, she had been warned, protected by the spirits of the forrest.
Spirits be damned, she had run into the forrest, pushing deep until she found a stream, and waded into it, going with the flow as she followed it for hours until she thought herself well out of reach. Finding an outcrop of rock by the cool water, a flat stone slab both smooth and warm, she nibbled at a bit of a loaf of bread she had in her satchel, knowing she woukd have to make her lunch last before she returned to the farm.
The sun was warm, but the gentle breeze made her feel a bit chill. So, shedding her soaked dress and skirts, she hung them from a nearby tree to dry. The stone slab was toasty and inviting, and she stretched herself out upon it, fanning her long , red hair above her as her pale skin soaked in the sun. Laying on her back, the feel of the breeze felt tempting and as playul as a lover she had never had. Rolling over her flesh, it teased at her pink nipples, causing them to rise and beg for attention. She spread her legs wide to feel the breeze move between them, playing in the red curls that graced her womanhood, and teasing the tender flesh there in ways that made her think of caressing herself. Already she could feel the eagerness starting to rise, and the wetness start to announce her arousal as she spread her legs a little more.
Gods, but she felt like fucking. Sure, she had never had a man's cock inside her yet, but while staying with her uncle, she had certainly discovered how talented her male cousin was in making her orgasm over and over again. Even now she was missing him, thinking of the prior night when, as the rest of the family slept, he slipped beside her, gently pressing a finger against her lips to keep her silent as, with his other hand, deft fingers under the blanket stirred her flesh until her body gave in to his demands. "We're going to have so much fun together my sweet, sweet cousin."
Thinking on the memory, her hips gently swayed up and down as if his hand was between her thighs, and a talented finger was swirling over her clit, teasing her by briefly sliding it deep into her, wiggling, then drawing it out, along with the juices her arousal had created.
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There are dear young woman, full-breasted and hungry for more waits. Who shall meet her needs of flesh and lust. Her male cousin who has introduced her to the pleasures of someone else's fingers making her cum? Perhaps the King or one of his knights (or skilled spies/assassins) has come to finish the job? Or perhaps someone(s) else or something else has come upon her. And what of this blood oath the King seeks from all adults who live in his land? Certainly an ancient blood magic of binding that guarantees all will be loyal to him, and will not attempt to kill him.
Please PM me, and feel free to continue however you wish.