I’ve been working on this for ages and it still doesn’t quite live up to what I’d hoped but whatever. Hope you all enjoy!
It was your first day in the royal court, something you'd been preparing for for years. The king himself had chosen you on his last visit to your village, his gaze finding you unerringly in the sea of faces. As soon as your eyes met, you knew that you belonged to him.
You'd been spirited away from your home and inducted into the royal harem. It was there that you learned about pleasure, both others' and your own. The others who lived there became your beloved tutors, teaching you to fuck and be fucked, learning how to stay suspended on the edge of ecstasy and how to cum on command.
And today was the day you finally got to put all you'd been taught into practice.
You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves.
"Don't worry so much," Allura whispered in your ear. She was the king's chief concubine, the one who oversaw all the newcomers and helped them transition into their new roles. Her touch was gentle as she adorned you with jewellery. The king had foreign dignitaries arriving, and everything in the palace had been decorated in the most opulent way possible.
That includes his new cock ornament.
Everyone has arrived, only waiting for the king to emerge from his chambers. And you needed to be there before he did. So now, bare of everything except the priceless jewels Allura had placed upon you, you walked into court.
There was an audible gasp. But, as you'd been instructed, you paid them no mind as you crossed the floor and knelt before the king's massive throne. Your posture was upright and proud, allowing everyone assembled to feast their gazes on your plump tits and ass and rounded tummy.
An eternity that could only be a few minutes had passed before you heard the sound of massive footsteps approaching. The floor beneath you seemed to quake beneath the king as he finally emerged. It had been so long since you'd seen the king; had you imagined his incredible size, the unholy glow from eyes that burned like hot coals, his colosal strength as he'd lifted you as though you weighed no more than a feather?
But you'd been warned not to look up until he told you to.
And the only thing stronger than your desire to see him again was your desperate need to please him.
Everything around you seemed to fade away as you felt the king's presence. He seated himself on the massive throne; you kept your eyes fastened on the ground.
"Come."
The order sent a thrum of desire through your entire body. You didn't hesitate. Rising gracefully to your feet, you finally stepped towards the king. Heat radiated from his big body, and you felt an answer surge of heat in your cunt.
"Look at me."
Finally.
Your king's eyes burned even more fiercely than you'd remembered, his fangs glinting in the light of the tourches illuminating the space. His frame took up your entire field of vision and, gods, you'd never beheld a sight so magnificent.
Whatever the king saw in your expression seemed to please him. A loud rumble emitted from his chest, threatening to send you to your knees. Fortunately, that didn't seem to be too far off what he wanted from you.
"Kneel."
You immediately fell to your knees, allowing him to cup the back of your head and guide you forward between his sprawled out thighs. The floor beneath you was hard and cold on your knees and yet, with your nose pressed against his massive cock, breathing his scent in, you had no doubt that you were the most priviledged person in the king's court.
"Open your mouth."
With pleasure. Immediately, you opened your mouth, eagerly sticking out your tongue. The king didn't hold back, his huge hand pulling your forward slowly, inexorably, onto his cock. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slid across your tongue and all the way too the back of your throat. Tears were forming on your lashes as you struggled to breathe around his girth, but you weren't afraid. This is what you'd been trained for.
And so you allowed your throat to relax, taking as much of him as you could as drool pooled in your mouth and began to drip down your chin onto his balls.
You lose track of how long the king keeps you there, warming his cock with your throat while his subjects pay tribute to him. No one pays you any mind as they speak to the king, even as his hand shifts to grip your hair and idly works your head up and down his length. A pleasured moan escapes you and, in answer, the king shoves your head down so you're chocking on his cock, effectively stifling any more noise you might make.
Your cunt ached to be filled, but that was meaningless. The king's pleasure was your own, his desires yours. There was nothing else beyond your desire to serve him, and if that meant kneeling here until he spilled down your throat and filled your belly with cum, then you would gladly walk away unfucked, knowing you had served your purpose.
And it seemed that was precisely what was awaiting you when the king picked up speed, using you as nothing more than a living, breathing fleshlight. Tears were streaming down your face as your chin bumped against his balls, smearing a mixture spit and precum from his cock all over them.
gluk… gluk… gluk…
The king came a moment later, a torrent of cum shooting down your throat and threatening to choke you. You guzzled it down eagerly, lamenting every drop that leaked out from the corner of your mouth. Moments passed, there was a ringing in your ears, when—
He pulled you up onto his lap, ignoring your plaintive cry as his cock slipped free from your lips. The king moved you easily depite your cum bloated tummy, hefting you over and spreading your thighs and lowering you onto his still hard cock. His hands on your hips forced you down onto him, his cock spearing into your cunt.
Full… You were so full.
Hoarse, hungry little cries spilled from your lips as the king worked you up and down his massive cock. The intensity of it all made you breathless, eyes rolling back in your head as he fucked you. Your whines and whimpers seemed to echo off the ceiling, filling the entire chamber. The king paid you no mind, continuing his conversation with the nearest courtier as though you weren't even there.
Just an object for your king to use.
"Pretty toy. You take my cock so well," the king growled, acknowledging you for the first time since you'd knelt before him. He reached one huge hand to straighten the gold chain around your neck. "This is what you were made for."
Your cheeks burned with pride and you nodded in helpless agreement as he picked up the pace once again. Now the whole court knew your value to the king, how good you were to fuck and how your cunt milked his perfect cock to where he finally pumped his seed deep inside you, right there on his throne.
Which he did, again… and again…
… and again.
He finally ordered everyone out of the room as he deposited you none too gently on the throne, spreading your thighs wide as he rutted into you. The back of your head banged into the back of the throne, bruises were already beginning to form on your skin from where he was gripping you.
But it didn't matter.
Because you were where you were meant to be. A vessel for your king's pleasure, a willing and eager receptacle for his cum.
It was a long time before you were allowed to return to the chambers. When you finally did, it was with an assortment of toys stuffed inside your holes so that none of the king's precious seed dripped out of you on your long walk through the corridors of the castle.
