I recently wrote a prompt for a ruler/warlord who builds his own harem. The idea grew in my mind and I wanted to write a scene about a woman’s first encounter with the lord of the land. Special thanks to my friend RuthieRen for inspiration on this piece. I hope you enjoy.
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You couldn’t quite understand how you got to his place – a mistress in Lord Bull’s harem. You should hate him. His men took you away from your life. You bite your lip but the moan escapes your throat despite your efforts. It simply feels too good.
He didn’t take you the first night, but he visited the woman in the room next to yours. Low conversations floated through the wall into your chambers. You heard his deep voice and her giggles. You were wide awake when the first moan came from her throat. The Lord was with her, no other man would visit Lord Bull’s mistresses. You stared at the ceiling and your heart thudded as your neighbour’s voice rose in pitch and volume until she screamed and begged for more.
That would never be you, you promised yourself.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers huskily. His massive hands explore your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. He filled the doorway, towering over you, when he knocked quietly not long ago and you allowed him entry. He is a great warrior and looks like a hulking brute, but he undressed you so gently and delicately.
You hate him. Maybe.
He is a beast. He’s the tallest man you’ve seen. His body is thickly packed with muscles like the creature he took for his symbol – the bull. His broad shoulders always caught your eye when you saw him in the yard or in the hall. The first time you were in a room with him you caught that scent. He smelled so *male*. It made the hairs on your neck stand up. That scent surrounds you now and shamefully your body responds.
Like with her, he entered your room and you spoke. He was not what you expected. He didn’t just take you. To your annoyance he made you laugh and smile. When he kissed you butterflies erupted in your stomach. His lips were strong and his hands on your waist were comforting.
After he undressed you he pulled you into his lap. You feel his rigid manhood under you. His lips kiss along your neck and you shiver, feeling his hard chest against your back.
Each caress made the past fade away and the moment feel more powerful. You were losing yourself as the man who controlled your fate took control of your body. His hands ran over your arms and along your neck, they travelled up your legs to your knees, and then they moved to your tummy and slowly slid up to cup your breasts.
You had seen the other women in the harem. They had smiled at you and gave a strange look. At the time you dismissed it as arrogance. Now you wonder if they were knowing smirks, that the bull would come for you. His hands knead and tease your breasts. Your body responds while your mind flails. You reach down to brace yourself and your hands squeeze meaty, muscular thigh.
You tilt your head to the side and surrender your neck to him. His little kisses and sucks play perfectly as he teases your nipples. You shouldn’t accept this. This is wrong. He stole you. Stole you to be his.
You catch the sound of your own breathing. You’d blush in embarrassment if you weren’t already flush with arousal. You glance down and your hands have been stroking his thighs, acting of their own accord. You feel the heat and the wetness between your thighs. You feel swallowed up by his massive body.
You know what he wants and the heat in your body is telling you to give it to him. You inhale sharply as electricity shoots from a nipple as he lightly tweaks it. He smells too good. You want to bury your face in his chest hair and luxuriate in it. His hand leaves one of your breasts and dances down your stomach. His thumb circles your belly button before it sinks between your legs. You whimper as he touches you for the first time. He chuckles behind you. You hate it, but you love it.
His thick, long fingers move against your wet lips. He knows how you feel, you cannot deny it. He touches your nub and you fall back against him. You lean into him and let the feelings take you. Your mouth parts and pant as he touches you. It isn’t suppose to be like this. You know what he wants – he’s using you for pleasure and he wants to use you to extend his line with more sons and daughters. However, as his finger curls inside you your deep moan casts aside those thoughts.
His thick forearm wraps around your middle and keeps you in place as his fingers work against you. His breathing picks up too and you feel his fiery breath against your skin. His nose nuzzles against your hair. “Yes,” you gasp. The sensation builds and your hips push against him. You feel him pulse and throb underneath you and it makes it all the worse and all the better.
Your eyes squeeze shut and you shake in his lap as your orgasm rips through your body. He keeps you close and safe as you ride the ways of pleasure. It’s almost too much. Your cries pierce the walls and all will know the Lord has had you in part.
You are still regaining yourself as he eases you forward. The soft, silky sheets slide against your forearms as you push into the bedding. He is behind you and rises up on his knees. He licks his fingers clean of you and moans in appreciation. Those hands stroke your back and grope your ass and you don’t care.
Your are prone with your ass and pussy sticking into the air, exposed and vulnerable. He approaches and you feel his manhood slap you on your ass. You look over your shoulder at the Lord Bull. Fire burns in his eyes and the pleasure still throbs inside you and anticipation builds. He takes his awesome manhood in hand and rubs the head against your sensitive opening. You push your face into a pillow, “No…” you say.
He stops. The head rests against you, your juices on him. “No?” he repeats. You remain silent and he rubs it against you. Your body wants it. It needs it. How could this have happened? He’s going to enter you and fill you with his seed. This beast of a man will take you and make you his in all ways.
“Don’t…” the feel of it pushing and prodding at you is torture, you’re aching inside, “Don’t… stop…” He pauses for a moment and then fat, thick, shaft presses into your body, spreading you open and filling your insides. Your eyes roll back. “Yes!” you scream as he grunts behind you. “Yes! Please!”
You’re his now and you unabashedly embrace the sweet, raw pleasure as he thrusts inside you. Your hands grip the bed as he takes you and you give yourself to him.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8jxf34/m4f_giving_in_to_the_lord_bull_sizeplay_dubcon