Warlord's Ward

Hating Mages

"And what on Earth makes you think I'd consider that?" The King demanded.

"I'm good. Real good." Tanya said.

"At what?" The king slid a purposeful look down her length again. Noticing the long length of leg despite her small stature and breasts which strained at her mage's robe as if it needed ripped open to free them.

King Detry was already envisioning himself pounding into the tiny woman. Imagining how she'd feel wrapped around him.

"My King, I'm a very skilled mage. And now that Hawk is gone, I feel I could command them mages. They know me. They fear me. They'd abide by my directions.

The King's eyes narrowed on her thoughtfully. He grabbed her arm and yanked her into the chamber. Slamming the door behind them so she couldn't get away. "Perhaps we could see if such a thing would even be possible."

"A woman, My Liege?" The advisor behind him expostulated. Already edging to the door as he yearned to be out of this room before the King decided to take the girl.

"Will see just how durable she is." The King's lips turned in an evil smile.

Tanya eyed him skeptically. Tossing back her black hair defiantly despite that her gaze flitted to the door.

"Nah-ah-ah." The King caught her chin and refocused her gaze on him as he slowly shook his head. "You're far too late for that my dear. You came to me. Like a pretty little fly rushing to the web with a proposal. Thinking that you could command me, sway me. With what?" His gaze slid down and assessed her. "Your charms?"

She chewed her bottom lip. Making it painfully apparent that she had thought her beauty might persuade him to give her an opportunity to be in a position to command her peers.

"I'm not so easily swayed..." The King's voice dropped dangerously.

***

Tanya registered now how truly large the King was. Towering over her, nearly two foot above like some heathen of ancient times. The crown tight around his head. A short blonde beard making his square jaw seem even more rigid. Gray eyes looking at her coldly. Filled with darkness.

Detry walked her out to the balcony to look down on the Training Gardens. "You think you can Command them?"

She nodded but it was more tentative this time.

King Detry tossed her around, so she was facing fully over the balcony. He caught the shoulders of her dress and began roughly yanking it down. Immediately freeing the bountiful flesh.

She gasped in outrage and tried to push back against him to get away from the balcony. Where all the mages could now look up and see her breasts dangling over the railing. See that she was naked for the king.

But he pushed a forearm against her lower back pushing her further over. Angling her forward.

She fought harder, shoving her buttocks back as she tried to duck under his arm. Avoid how she was pinned against the white marble railing.

He chuckled and ground himself against her. "Quite inviting aren't you. I love a bit of fight in my wenches."

Lifting his arm briefly he shoved her robes and dress down around her ankles. Then returned the pressure to keep her bent over.

He'd succeeded in revealing her naked form. Seeing how her pert ass wiggled as she struggled against him. Trying to writhe away from his pinning arm. "Where do you think you're going, Little Fly. I haven't even begun."

He wondered if she'd dare scream. Alert the Training Grounds to look up at her naked form? Or would she hold her silence to maintain her pride? To keep them from looking at her derisively for being the king's plaything? To maintain a chance of commanding them? Or would she scream and beg for mercy. Show them all how weak she was?

Detry was nearly awash with glee as he dropped his breeches and exposed his already-hard length. Ready to enter her. He examined her long smooth legs.

"Your legs..."

They were shapely and athletic from long hours on the Training Gardens.

"Not the usual softness of the housemaids I take. Or the ladies that come to my bed. It's interesting... Different, anyway. And your sweet little ass."

He ignored her grunting as she fought him. Reaching down with his free hand to stroke the upper swell and curve it under to touch her lips. Her most intimate place. He angled a finger in and slipped it into her. Immediately noticing that it was warm and hearty within her.

"Not too tight though. I won't be your first."

***

"You won't have me at all!" Tanya objected. Using her hands to push off the rail only resulted in him giving a heavy shove down on her back. Making her pant for breaths as she was pinned between his weight on his arm and the unrelenting stone beneath her.

"The hell I won't." He chuckled. "Do you know how often I've heard that?"

He shrugged. "Though it has been a while, so I do appreciate your spark. Hate to douse it really. But it's worth how you'll feel with your little body sucking on my cock."

Those words seemed to break her. True fear entered her voice. "My Liege. Please no. There are other girls down in the fields. With more experience. Taller and softer like your other women."

"Don't you talk fast?" He grinned appreciatively. "Adorable really. But I want what I have right here."

He pushed another two fingers into her and felt her body straining to accept them.

She grunted but wouldn't shout.

"Stubborn little wench, aren't ye?" He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. "I do prefer my women untouched. So, since I can clearly see you're a bit stretched there, I'd like to try the other."

She stiffened. Going eerily still. "The other?"

There was clear confusion as she was unsure what she meant.

"You'll know soon enough. I wonder...Are you used there too?" He rubbed himself along her crack. Stroking up and down between the full mounds of her lush ass. He groaned a little as he writhed against her. Growing even harder as he yearned for more.

Her breaths quickened. "No. Please..."

"You came to me." He cackled. "Remember?"