The King's Concubine

Orphen had Serena laid back on the bed, he was watching her with callous eyes, her blood red eyes glimmering with sadness and hate that was nearly washed out in the glow of crimson. Her eyes would be mistaken as unfeeling every day after this. The emotions always bared before the world were gone now.

Orphen reached down to Serena, pulling the covers away from her and looking down at what belonged completely to him. Those milky white breasts, the golden hair, even the curl of her little toe, it all belonged to him now. She was completely and utterly under his control, and it was control that he lusted after most. He moved his hips between her legs, letting his hardness rub against her, slipping between lips that were wanting only because he told them they had to. Her soul was still trying desperately to fight what he said, and her body was giving in so readily.

“Enjoy it,” he demanded casually. “Enjoy it and it will not hurt.”

He had given her an option in the end. The option was the scarier part. The option was not a real option; it was a threat. If she did not succumb to him and enjoy what he wanted to do to her than he was threatening for it to hurt. He would not have to try to hurt her; he would just be hurting her because she was not enjoying it.

He slid between her legs and felt the wetness of what she was. She had decided against pain, which was the first sign of him breaking her. He knew she would be simple, unlike her mother had had spent years wielding this little girl to be what he wanted, and now she was breaking surprisingly fast under his grip.

He pushed inside of her, the king conquering his concubine. He pushed into her, felt the inside of her, and slid deep. He pushed her against the mattress, his weight pummeling into her small tightness that had hurt yesterday. Today it was what he has promised it would be; pure enjoyment. She tightened around him and felt him sliding inside of her.

The feel of him had her arching her back, gripping the sheets under her, her small mouth calling out in need. Orphen smiled down at her with need and brought his mouth down to her breasts, pulling her legs up around his waist. The further her legs went up, the further he pushed himself in and was able to maneuver inside of her. He slid in and out of her with ease and need, and Serena was crying out from his hands, his mouth, his hard throbbing member that had her shivering. She pushed up while he pushed down, she held him closer, not wishing him to ever stop what he was doing. What should have been rubbing her wrong and twisting her stomach in pain was the most joyous experience she had ever had in her short eighteen years.

He finished while deeply inside of her, dripping into her and pulling her further onto him, making sure every drop filled her. She lay back on the bed, satisfied and disgusted with herself for being satisfied.

Orphen stood up from the bed and went to wash up, just as simply as he had ravaged her body.

“May I leave today?” she asked quietly.

“You want to go see your mother and tell her you fucked up,” the king laughed. “By all means, go. See how happy the Visionaries are to see you now.”

Serena did not hesitate to throw on a pair of Orphen’s riding clothes and to run from the room, embarrassed and hating herself as she fled the castle, back towards home.