THE KING'S REQUEST - PART 2
#2 of The King's Request
Wren, a member of the King's royal harem, is summoned by the King on his 25th birthday. It's about to get hot behind the door's of the King's chamber, so grab your lube and get ready to spill your seed. Read on for a lust-filled adventure.
THE KING'S REQUEST -- PART 2
"You're right on time, Wren," the King rumbled. "You may rise."
I stood from my kneeling position and faced the Lord of the Land, King Adam VII. To say that the lion was gorgeous would have been a massive understatement. No, he was -- in my humble opinion -- perfection incarnate. I devoured him with my eyes, taking in all that he was, and let me assure you, he was PLENTY.
His Majesty was easily a full head taller than myself. While my body was lean and compact, -- almost delicate, I've been told -- Lord Adam's was built from hard muscle and sharp features. His golden eyes held me in place as he assessed me in turn. I shivered, with anticipation or fear I could not tell. They were one in the same, weren't they? At this moment, I felt both, and it was wonderful.
"How may I be of service, my Lord?" I asked as Adam slowly circled me, a predatory hunting his prey. God, I was so lucky to be his man's prey. And he knew it.
A deep purr reverberated from deep with the King. He ceased his stalking at my rear and approached slowly. I could hear every paw-step he took. Every breath. My rabbit ears were extremely acute and powerful. If he ejaculated from the other side of the castle, I'd be able to hear the splash of his cum.
His paw -- massive and strong and sexy as all fuck -- ghosted down my spine. I almost swooned at what his touch did to me. I had yet to touch him myself and but knew I'd do anything he asked me. As long as his touches never stopped.
"Wren, do you know what today is?" he asked. The lion knew. The whole kingdom knew. He was doing what all predators did. He was being coy. Dragging out the hunt.
I shuttered as his claws whispered over my ass cheeks, not braking skin but being oh so close to. It took me a moment or two to compose myself enough to answer the King's question. "Yes, your Highness. Today is the twenty-fifth year of your birth." A claw pricked my left asscheek. "H-Happy birthday, Sire."
He chuckled. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to drive me crazy with desire long before we even got to the fiery part of the evening. I was his to do with as he wanted, and if he wanted to torment me with lust-filled touches, then that's what would happen. I had no say in the matter. I was content with this fact.
Adam circled to my front, his index claw scrapping dangerously over my hip the entire way. My heart hammered in my chest as my blood heated to near-boiling. I knew my cheeks (upper and lower, I'm only too sure) were flushed with desire. From how blown the King's eyes were, I was having an equal affect upon him.
I instantly felt powerful. I was going to fuck the King within an inch of his life, I decided right then and there. This birthday would not be one easily forgotten. I'd make certain of it.
"You look very beautiful tonight, Wren," Adam said, reaching up and cupping my cheek in one of his giant paws. His golden eyes stared into mine.
I felt my breath seize in my chest as emotion flooded me. I felt more cherished at that moment than I ever had in my life. I knew right then that I would do everything in my power to please this man. I couldn't do anything less than my best, I vowed.
I nuzzled into the warmth of his paw. "As do you, my King. More so, even, if I may be so bold." My eyes fell closed as he rubbed a ring-covered thumb over my lips. I sighed; content.
"You may, Wren. I want you to hold nothing back. This night I have chosen you to spend it in my bed. With me. From here on out I am not your king. I am just Adam. You are not part of my harem. You are Wren. Do you understand?"
He words washed over me and through me like warm milk. I opened my eyes to stare into his. I nodded. "Yes, Sire. I understand."
He smiled and it was a beautiful thing. "If at any point tonight you are uncomfortable, you're to tell me at the instant. Is that clear, Wren? I won't have you putting yourself through pain to please me." His grip turned to velvet-covered steel and my heart raced. There was no leeway in his command, and I adored him all the more for his care of me, a lowly whore.
His whore, I thought.
"Yes, your Majesty. I won't displease you." My voice was clear and honest.
"I know you won't, honey."
And then his lips crashed down upon my own in a blistering kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED...