The King's Concubine

Serena entered the castle to silence. Silence in a castle the size of an entire village, with just as many people, was eerie. She stepped further into the castle, knowing that it was late and most would be asleep, but she was entirely too used to there being noise.

She scuffled along the corridors, stopping in front of the library, seeing the flames of a few dwindling candles still flickering in the deepest part of the night. She hurried into the library, afraid a candle would fall over and burn all of the old material, and then she saw a shadowed figure within the library. It moved with stealth from bookshelf to bookshelf, throwing books to the floor and mumbling to itself.

“Your highness?” Serena cocked her head to one side, watching the shadowed figure move. The figure stopped, turning to her with raised eyebrows over those Elvin eyes. Serena took a deep breath, recognizing the king’s dark gaze, but never having something so clear in his eyes shown before. It was unbridled lust, and Serena knew it could not have been directed at her. No one showed that much wonton lust of someone else with only two spoken words. She did not know if this made her feel jealous or relieved. She truly did not wish to do what her mother was asking her, but she felt it. The call of the blood was growing; a neediness to release what was pent up inside of her was growing with her every day.

“Serena,” he said with a silky turn in his voice. It sent frightening chills and tendrils through Serena’s body. He was not meant to speak with such silk, with such seduction. He was evil; his whole being was hard and wrapped up in the darkness that had corrupted the very soul of him. Tonight, though, he was much more than just an evil man. He was an evil man of need, and she was supposed to be seducing him.

“Your highness,” Serena said, backing up around the table. No, she could not do it. She could not be her mother. Somewhere through the years the girl had been taught morals, and a mortal did not simply just throw off their clothes and seduce a man, especially a king. Serena was not ready for it, she had not prepared for this point in her life.

Orphen walked to her, no, sashayed over to her the way men do when they want something. Serena stepped behind one of the desks that littered the library and looked up at him. “Serena,” he said smoothly. “How was your visit to your mother?”

“Fine,” she said blandly.

Orphen smiled and held up a book, the last book he had come upon before turning to face her. He threw it across the table so it landed in front of her. The book was entitled, The Powers of a Visionary. “That book not only explains the powers, but how to break those powers, and everything your mother ever refused to tell me,” Orphen spoke, walking to the other side of the desk and stopping. “The book is so repulsively old that your mother, the genius she believes herself to be, does not even know that it exists. And here it is, within these libraries that my ‘uncle’ kept, for me to learn how to tame and control that power.

“But I don’t want to use it on your mother,” Orphen continued, seeing something almost like relief having crossed Serena’s face for just a moment. “I want to use it on you, for you are my weapon against her, just like she sent you to be her weapon against me. Using you, I will destroy her, and you, and everything the two of you are trying.”

Serena turned to run just as he pounced. She was bounding across the library while his long limbs took him over the library to speed up in front of her. She slammed into him, falling back onto the ground, her robes slipping away from her milky legs. He looked down at her appreciatively and bent down. She tried to fight her way back up, but he slapped away her hands and held her down to the ground.

“You are so innocent, Serena,” he snarled at her. “That’s what will make it fun breaking you. Your mother will go mad with a broken daughter who can no longer be a piece in her little game. You will just be another woman on my notches of women I’ve thrown away.”

“NO!” Serena screamed biting at him, clawing at him, doing anything she could to tear herself away from him. She kicked her legs frantically, fighting to break free. He was maneuvering away from her every defense, though her constant fight was making it hard for him to do anything but avoid her scrapes and screams.

Orphen roughly shoved his knee between her legs, right against the place between her legs that was most delicate. She cried out as he forced her legs upwards with his legs, his hands holding down her wrists to the ground. He did not care how it was done, just that it was done while she was struggling, and she would not quit struggling so there was no fear of her wanting it.

He released her wrists and brought her legs up to where her knees were nearly behind her ears so swiftly that she had little time to react. Now she could not so much fight him as just fight to put herself into a position that didn’t make her feel like her back was breaking under the weight.

He reached between her legs, tearing away her last defense to her pussy, and slammed a finger into her without warning. She was dry, and unready, and now was the time to act. He tore his pants away from him, letting them fall around his knees as he knelt in front of her. Serena screamed when the head only penetrated the small hole a bit, and she screamed further when he was all of the way inside of her, the head slamming into the cervix with such force she felt tears streaming down her eyes.

He felt her tightness, the dryness of her. To him this was intoxicating. He had never had to force a woman before; most women were so easy and opened their legs to him when he smiled their way. Serena’s mother certainly had. Now he was driving into her daughter, nearly twenty-three years later, and enjoying every moment of it. He was feeling her tighten and contract around his cock, and he pulsed inside of her, keeping her legs pushed upwards and her body in such an awkward position she could not fight him. She was mewling slightly, somewhere between wishing she could enjoy her first time and feeling nothing but a blinding pain that she was fighting hard not to ride the waves of.

“It’s all right Serena,” he whispered with a sneer, “it will be over in about twenty minutes.” And he would definitely take his time pounding her into the library floor. She would scream or cry and it would only drive him mad with the high he was receiving. His balls slammed into her delicate ass and he felt her try to squirm, trying to pull away, and it only made him drive himself even harder into her. He wanted this, he wanted everything, and he did the one thing he had not let himself do with Lena: he came inside of her daughter. He made sure she had it all, made sure that her body was full of him and his cum, and he still slid in and out, letting himself grow limp inside of her but still not releasing her.

“How did that feel?” he asked, very well aware of the answer.

Serena’s answer was a sob.

“No powers, I take it?” Still silence answered him. He sneered down at her, knowing the powers she had were broken now, and she would never be able to use them to her full ability.

“Come on,” he said, hopping up and pulling his pants back into place. “You do not want to sleep on the library floor. In fact,” he reached down and pulled her into his arms, a style that may have been reacted if he did not finish his sentence, “I may be hungry for more later, and with you bloody it maybe a bit slicker in a few hours.” Oh yes, he had every intention of ripping into that sore pussy once again later. He wanted to feel her tightness around him, and it would hurt more the second time because he would be reopening fresh wounds. It was starting to gain a reaction just thinking about it.

“Serena,” he said, forcing the girl to look up at him, “you and your mother both belong to me, you must understand that. And you… you now have nothing more than what I have to say.”

A/N: Just a few more reviews, please!!! I want to feel appreciated enough to finish this story, since it\'s my least hit, and most plot based.