The King's Hidden Desire

Part 1

I can still see my red lips and my long, wavy dark hair under my white lace veil. My hair's a bit curly from being tied up earlier. It still hurts a bit, but the servant said the king wants it untied.

Taking a deep breath, I look at myself in the mirror wall, 10 feet away from me, silently cheering, 'This is your duty!'

I check my lace night white gown to see if it still looks perfect. I stand up from the floor to get closer to the wall and examine myself. My face is still hidden by the long lace, but I can still see through the holes to my face. My long eyelashes and nose keep the veil shaping me as a woman.

While waiting for the king, I observe the room behind me through the reflection in the mirror wall. The whole room is made of glass, so I can see myself everywhere. It's big but empty, except for the king's huge bed.

It's massive, big enough for five people, made of gold with soft red silk bedding. It's probably the fanciest bed for lovemaking. Thinking about it makes me nervous.

As I walk gently, observing the wall, I come across a large painting hanging on the wall, almost the same size as the king's bed. Seeing the painting excites me, awakening my body.

He is riding a horse in the painting, holding his sword. I can see his muscular body. I only saw him once earlier during our session, but I never noticed his body then. He looks strong and wise in the painting, like a God!

"Are you done?"

My heart pounds as I hear the voice. It's the lowest and most dominant voice I've ever heard. It sends shivers down my spine, making me feel both scared and mesmerized. But I need to stay calm. I grip my dress tightly at the sides of my hands to steady myself and turn around to face him.

He's already on the bed, half naked, his lower body covered by a red silk blanket. He leans against the bed frame, watching me, and taps his right hand on the bed twice, signaling for me to come closer.

I obey him and walk gently towards him. It's my first time seeing him clearly and up close. I realize how lucky I am to be chosen as his sex slave. He has the most perfect features. His eyes are like gemstones, a mesmerizing emerald color. His hair, slightly damp, complements his looks perfectly. His naturally pink, thick lips look incredibly inviting, making me yearn to touch them with my own. His face is flawless, and his body... I can see his defined chest and abs, even as he lies there. His muscular arms look so strong, like he could hold me effortlessly with just one. I find myself watching his hands, the one he used to tap the bed. They're perfect, as are his fingers. I can't help but crave their touch, longing for them to explore me from within.

He ended the silence, perhaps sensing my intense gaze on every inch of his body. Then he spoke, breaking the quiet, "Now, do your duty, my precious slave." With that, he removed the blanket covering his lower body.

My heart pounds so loudly it feels like it might burst from my chest at the sight, and my body freezes. A rush of mixed emotions washes over me. It's the largest I've ever seen, and I feel a twinge of fear about whether I can handle it. I've been trained for this, passed all the tests, but facing it in reality, I'm still uncertain if my body can manage. Nonetheless, I'm filled with gratitude and excitement to serve the king.

I went to the side of his bed and knelt on the floor, seeking his permission to pleasure him.

He looked at me for a moment, assessing my readiness for the situation. His face, visible through my veil, seemed concerned. Moving closer, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing me.

My heart raced as he drew near, his presence commanding like that of a god. His perfect face seemed almost unreal, and the flex of his muscles as he moved made me yearn to touch them. Seeing him sweat only heightened my desire; my entire body longed for him, and my mouth watered at the sight.

When he stopped moving and fully faced me, he was inches away from my face. It was seductive, even in its relaxed state.

"My dear, if you're not ready or tired, we can do this nex-"

Before he could finish, he was inside my mouth. It was as if I were possessed, unable to resist. I managed to take him fully while he was still soft, eliciting a surprised groan of pleasure from him.

After a moment, he began to grow, and I could no longer take him fully. I withdrew, eager to gauge his reaction.

With his eyes closed and facing the ceiling, he groaned in pleasure. He was fully erect now, throbbing and pulsing with desire.

He attempted to remove my veil, but I resisted, holding his lap with force and continuing my ministrations.

"Yes! Fuuuuck!" His shout filled the room.

I was shocked by my own actions, surprised at my ability to please him. I took him deeper, rolling my tongue around him, moving him in and out with increasing speed.

The wet, sucking sounds filled the air, accompanied by his loud groans. My saliva dripped onto his balls as I massaged them with my hands, intensifying his pleasure.

He tried to stop me, but I persisted, allowing him to release in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, leaving him weak and sweaty on the bed.

"Was... Was that part of your training?"

"Forgive me, my king. It wasn't part of my training. I couldn't resist admiring you. But I promise to pleasure you."