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The Kings Hand Picked Wench/ The Beginning
The Kings Hand Picked Wench
(Part one of four)
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It was the night of your sixteenth birthday I arrived home from the Holy War, gone
I had been some seven years. Do you remember our first meeting in the garden at
your tender age of ten. Such a beauty you had, and a precocious demanding mind for
a child your age, especially one that was female. You were driving the gardener crazy
with your questions, not ever quite satisfied with the answers he gave thee. You made
me chuckle at his nervousness and his bewilderment at your pushing your mind at him.
I saw a vision that day, as the sun was shining upon you, I saw the beauty of mind, body,
your very soul as you would be when grown. It was this that decided I would keep you
to me that day, to teach you to trust, want only me. Tonight my Wench we will see if
I have succeeded. After all have gone to bed I will not go to my Queen, for this she will
be thankful as for what I have in mind is not to her liking and never has from the very
beginning. You my little Wench will quench my thirsts lavishly and willingly, praise
be the Gods! I know my dreams and grooming will not be in vain!
I am at thou bed chamber door, rapping so as not to only be heard by thee. As the door opens I slip inside, and you jump into my arms, tears of happiness you tell me as I am
home and not dead as was feared. “Remember, I say, I would come to your bedroom
chamber when I returned my Lady?” “ I am here am I not?” “My word is good.” “Let
me look at this woman before me.” “ Why thee has turned into a beauty just as I knew
thee would.”
“My Lord I could not be anything but that which you would desire me tobe,” shyly
she says. Praise the Gods! She is flirting! Being coy with me! This is delighting me,
now I will take her, enough waiting.
“My dear sweet Lady, thou is right, I expected no less then what I see right here with my
eyes, and all my senses.” “ Thou art a beauty, one to desire to have to ones self, thou will
be mine tonight.
I take her face and cradle it in my hands as I say what I have waited these long seven year
to say.
“My Lady, sweet Lady, would thou give thyself to this weary Knight?” “ I have hungered
more for thy company of thyself then ever that of my men at arms.” “To feel thy sensual
body and warmth next to mine, lying unclothed, touching your lovely round breasts with
my fingers, hands and my lips.” “Suckling them till the passion succumbs that we have yearned for so long.” I hear a sigh, a whisper of , “yes, I am yours my Knight.” My hand
pulls the string on your dressing gown and off your shoulders it falls, to the floor around your feet. Perfect beauties they are as is the rest of thee. Control, I must control my urge
to ravish her. I remove my dressing robe and she is in awe of my member, the shaft pointing straight at her Venus. She reaches to touch my shaft, and I take her hand and pull her to me into my arms. I reach down and my hand feels between her pillars of Venus, arousing thy very nature to do as I wish. Sighs of desire I hear as I take her to the
bed, my hand reachs into between her pillars of Venus, she is permitting me entrance without any apprehension, she wants me as I want her. No fear at all. She will not hinder
this her first mating ritual, she is wanting it, ready for it, desiring it, she has been touched
by no other, so it will be I who takes willingly thy virtue of chastity.
“My Lady, thou hast lips of such sweetness which I will take satisfaction to join with mine and send my tongue to stimulate thy palette. Your lips part as I slip my tongue
into thy mouth, teasing, caressing, stroking your tongue to awaken you. Then I feel
your tongue responding as mine had done, then it us together. Your breathing is as
mine, as I start to stimulate your clit feeling your wetness on my fingers, I taste you,
the taste of honey and musk, so good it is. I dip my finger in again and put it to your
lips, your tongue licks it as if it were my shaft. “ I do taste good my Lord,” you say in
a little whisper. Again I fill your Venus with my fingers and feel the wetness there, my
shaft is hungry to fill your silky velvet cavern. I mount myself over you, between your
white pillars. My Lady beckons me to enter her, pulling me to her with her hands on my
ass, I gently tease as she gasps from the touch of my rigid shaft. Slowly I penetrate her,
just a little to ease me inside, a little more and then I gasp as I plunge into her velvet walls.
Grab me to her, feeling her teeth on my skin, then she is aching to me and meeting me
with every plunge into her, in and out, in and out, to and fro, then I feel and hear her, me,
as we reach the peak, the crescendo, “My Wench!” I loudly proclaim. Shuddering I let
myself down onto the full length of you, only a bit I don’t want to crush your delicate
frame. Kissing your lids, your face, your ears, and finally your neck, and lay there a
moment feeling you still shuddering under me. Rolling onto the bed I pull you over and
into me to spoon for I want to feel thy ass on my groin and shaft, my skin.
As I lay with you I slide my hand up and over the curve of thy hip, slowly, rhythmically,
and I think to myself hoe wise a King I am. For all I had wanted and dreamed of these
long seven years has come true, and you my love are, “My Wench!” “ I am your Wench,”
you whisper in a sigh, “always My King.” I slip into sleep caressing your hip as I do…
“Yes, my Wench, always.”
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