*NOTE: This story is heavy on Rape, and incest. If you do not like any of these, the please do NOT read. If you continue to read, read at your own risk. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy.*
I feel his thumb press in to my jaw as he tilts my head back. “Pretty Pretty blue eyes.” His voice slithers over my skin like oil as his black eyes burn with the lust he feels for me… His new bride. I struggle against the wall as his free hand explores my night dress. .
*This wasn’t how today was supposed to end. I was supposed to be Queen. Not the Queen Consort. Definitely not the “Young 20 year old princess bride of the old king” but you see, it doesn’t matter if you’re family. If the King loses his Queen, he is to wed within 3 months or he risks losing his kingdom. Unfortunately, my father chose me.*
“Get away from me” I hiss at him, pushing against his hand which is now crushing my windpipe. I lean back against the wall to breathe.
“No. You are now my wife. I will consummate this marriage, with or without your consent.” His voice is a little more than a growl as this fingers find their target.
“I’m your daughter” I spit back at him, hoping the venom in my voice will showcase just how much I despise him as he begins to stroke me through my underwear.
“And I raised you to be obedient. Don’t make me take from you what should be freely given.” His voice holds the promise of pain should I continue fighting.
“You raised me to be independent. There’s a difference.” I squirm as he continues to tease me. His fingers playing with the band of my underwear, stroking my lower abdomen and groping my thighs. I can feel myself starting to get warm.
His voice lowers as he tilts his head to my ear. “You will give me what is mine.” His lips touch my shoulder and I shudder, the feeling unexpectedly pleasant. I can’t help but whisper a small *no* at his gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder. Instinctively I tilt my head to the side and give him more access to my neck. “You will beg me to take you on this bed, this I promise.” His voice is thick as he murmurs against my skin, the vibrations from his voice causing me to break out in goosebumps.
“Father, don’t. Please.” I whisper as my resolve begins to fade. 20 years of training to be a queen. 20 years of learning how best to please the king. 20 years of servitude to my family only to be enslaved for life. The stubble on his face scrapes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers find their way in my underwear and dance around my vagina. “Father, no” I gasp as a finger brushes my clit. I involuntarily arch in to his fingers which makes him chuckle against my neck.
“Someone’s been listening. You haven’t let anyone touch your virtue, have you?” His voice… Gosh his voice is so dirty. Full of answers to the questions curious me had asked my mother so long ago regarding the wedding night. “Such a good girl” He purrs and I almost cave right there. Praise has always been a weakness for me and hearing it from the king and my father, the man who had always hated me… It’s like dynamite. I can feel his smirk against my neck as a finger pushes in. I slightly widen my stance and he slips right in, drawing a low groan of pain from me. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so warm. So tight. You’re perfect.” He starts moving his finger in and out, I feel my legs starting to shake. His lips make their way to mine and he tries to kiss me but I keep my mouth clamped shut until he cuts off my breathing. He kisses me long, slow and deep, stealing my first kiss from me. He lazily moves his finger in me, making me grow wetter as he kisses me, taking his time. His lips travel to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, all while fingering me. His other hand rips my bodice clean off, revealing soft, unmarked skin. He pauses to look at me, taking in my form.
“Beautiful” he whispers as he resumes his kisses with renewed vigour. His free hand finds a breast and begins to play with it, pulling and tweaking at the nipples, causing me to whine in pain. His lips find mine and this time I don’t fight him as much as lust fills my brain. He pulls his finger out of me and brings it to his lips, sucking on it. I watch with baited breath, for his reaction. “Delicious.” He says, catching my lips with his as his hands tear the rest of my night dress. He presses himself against me, pinning me against the wall. His hands explore my back, my ass, my breasts. Every part of my body is groped and fondled. His hands cup my ass as he swiftly lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to the bed. He lowers me on to the bed on my back and stands back up. I shuffle back until I can feel the wall, some semblance of sanity returning as my father pulls his clothes off revealing a suprisingly toned and scarred body.
“You kept up with training.” I say, my eyes taking him in. Sometimes I forget my father was the highest ranked Knight in the country.
“I did.” He whispers, his voice, thick with need. “Mainly for this.” He climbs on the bed and crawls towards me. I bring my knees up and he tilts his head to the side, stopping in place.
“I don’t want to.” I whisper.
“Why not?” His voice is so soft.
“I’m afraid. If we do this… There’s no going back.”
“That’s precisely why we’re doing it. This kingdom needs a strong Queen. Who better than you?” He growls as he reaches out, grabbing my ankle. I yelp as I’m pulled towards him. “You’re strong and beautiful” he says as he wrestles to get between my legs. He grabs my arms and pins them above my head, tying them down with a piece of the tattered dress.
“No, no.” I struggle to free my hands as he rests between my legs. I can feel his erection on my thigh.
“So you’re not the strongest?” He asks. It makes me freeze.
“What?”
“You just said you’re not the strongest queen. Should I have chosen your younger sister instead?” His words make me stop.
“No, not María. Please father. Not her.”
“Then do this for her.” He says, dropping a kiss to my neck, then collar as he makes his way down my body. I squirm under him, his kisses tickling me like little butterflies. I can feel him gently thrusting on my leg, forcing me to imagine what it’d feel like inside me. His lips latch on to my nipple and a moan escapes. He tugs and sucks as his hand plays with the other breast. He makes his way down, slowly. I writhe under him in anticipation, waiting for him to stretch me when he starts working his way back up.
“Huh?” I ask, a little dazed.
“What’s wrong beautiful?” he asks.
“You didn’t enter”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d make you beg.” He resumes his teasing, this time adding a finger to stroke the outside of my pussy. I whimper and he smiles.
“Words baby. I want words.” His murmurs against my skin as he licks my stomach. I groan and shake my head as I try to fight the want but it doesn’t last much longer. I don’t last much longer.
“Please father” I grit out.
“Please what?” he asks innocently.
“Take me” I blush.
“Take you where?”
“Ugh-mmm-Take me in this bed. Make me your wife dammit. I can’t take it anymore.” I spit out frustrated. He smirks and continues to kiss my body, making his way to my ear. I can feel him fidgeting with my hands but the feeling of his hard on getting closer to my entrance takes priority.
“But you said no” he teases
“No, please father. I want you. I need you” I plead, starting to rock my hips with him. I can feel his cock on my hip before he lowers himself down. I try to bring my arms down but realise I can’t. I look up and notice my hands are tied to the post. “Father?” I ask, fear starting to creep in.
“Just for your safety baby. And mine. Now be a good girl and open for me.” I widen my legs and he adjusts them, bending them at the knee. “It’ll be easier for you like this.” he explains before placing his dick on me. He moves up and down, teasing the entrance while kissing my body. I moan and rock with him when I feel it. His cock slowly pushing in. I gasp and straighten as I feel him stretching me.” It’ll hurt at first okay. You’re being such a good girl.” It suprises me at how gentle he is. Pushing just the tip in, then pulling out. Each time going in a little deeper when I suddenly feel it. He’s about a quarter way in when I feel a sting and myself open up to him. He bottoms out and I shudder from a mini orgasm. “Fuck you’re so sweet.” He moans letting me adjust to him. He starts to rock and I wince, unused to the friction inside.
At first there’s mainly pain but eventually, pleasure starts to seep in. Gentle at first, getting stronger with each stroke. Soon I’m writhing on my father’s cock as he tells me how good I’ve been, and how he’s so proud of me. He leans down to kiss my neck, biting and licking the collar, while he plays with my breasts. I moan about how I’m getting close and he thrusts harder, telling me only good girls cum on their daddy’s cock. It’s enough to send me tumbling in to my first orgasm. I explode on him, flying high on my pleasure as I feel my body involuntarily contract and spasm in ecstasy. He follows a short while later, his cum painting my womb as he moans my name, over and over again. Not done, he pulls out and flips me over, pulling my hips up like a dog. He thrusts in again, bottoming out in a few pushes. He starts up again, thrusting slowly and building. This time his thrusting is unusual and keeps me on edge as he changes his rhythm. He grabs my hair and pulls me up, my arms painfully stretched in front of me as he cums in me again. He keeps going, rubbing my clit until I cum, my brain tingling as I orgasm on him. He keeps moving prolonging the orgasm. When he stops, I all but flop on to the bed, exhausted. He pulls out and unties my hands, letting me rest. He curls up beside me, holding me like how he used to when I was a child.
“You did a good job. I’m proud of you.” His praise wraps around me like a blanket and I fall asleep, a smile on my face.
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