The King's Hidden Desire

Part 2

"My Lady"

A woman stands next to my bed, wearing a long white dress with an apron. I've seen many people wearing similar attire in the palace. My eyes are still half-closed, but I can see her face. She is pretty and young.

"My lady, the king is waiting for you in his chambers. I am your personal maid. Call me Anna. I will help you get ready," she says nervously.

I don't let her finish and rush to my closet to change my clothes. I should have prepared before sleeping, but I couldn't sleep last night thinking about my first night with the king. Remembering it, I feel addicted to him, which kept me awake the whole night. It feels like I only slept for two hours. I don't want to look unattractive and unfresh in front of my king. Thank God there's a veil; I can still cover my face.

"My lady, I have already prepared your dress for today. Please sit here, and I will fix your hair while you freshen up," she says with a smile.

I sit in front of the mirror as Anna helps me get ready. Her hands work skillfully, and I try to ignore her giggle, wondering if she knows about last night.

She removes my veil and pauses, seeing my face for the first time. I smile at her and say, "I'm sorry, I overslept. It's my fault, but thank you for helping me."

Anna swallows deeply, her gaze still lingering on me. "It is my pleasure to serve you, my lady."

Once ready, Anna leads me to the king's private dining room. The room is adorned with opulence, with golden fixtures and an array of lavish decorations. I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as we enter.

The king is already seated at the grand table, where a sumptuous breakfast spread is laid out. He looks up as we enter, his eyes settling on me. He gestures for me to stand by his side and then turns to Queen Athena, who is seated beside him on his right. She is even more beautiful in person than I had imagined. The rumors are true; she seems like a goddess of beauty with her golden hair and ocean-blue eyes. The sunlight catches her, making her skin glow and sparkle. She smiles at the king and gently touches his hand across the table. I find myself staring at her for a full five minutes, unable to believe she is a real person. When she notices me, she looks at me and smiles, bowing her head in greeting. I can understand why the king is madly in love with Queen Athena—she is perfect.

I stand silently beside the king, feeling the weight of the moment. The room is filled with the clinking of utensils and soft conversation, but the focus remains solely on the king and Queen Athena. I feel like an observer in their world, my presence nearly invisible.

After breakfast, I return to my room to process everything that just happened. Suddenly, the door bursts open with a loud bang. It's the king, and he looks furious as he strides quickly toward me. I am terrified and confused. Did I do something wrong? Is he upset because I was late for breakfast? I glance at Anna beside me, but she is already at the door, slipping out and closing it behind her.

"My king." I stand up and bow to him. I cannot look into his eyes. I'm so scared. I stare at the floor and notice something about him. He has a bulge. Is that arousal?

"Sit."

I am confused about where to sit. I am already against my table, and he is so close that I cannot move.

He holds my waist and makes me sit on the table. He is so strong, and I can see the veins on his arm. He is so attractive to me. It awakens my body, wanting more of his touch, but I want to be patient this time because I am not sure what he will do. Is he going to punish me?

He takes my right hand and makes me touch his bulge. I am shocked and overwhelmed. "Yes, my king, it is my pleasure to serve you." I squeeze it a little, making him groan and grow bigger, and I put my hand under his pants.

"Fuuuck, yes!" he screams.

I massage it, and it keeps growing inside, struggling to come out. He holds my legs and spreads them in front of him. I stop massaging and watch him. He unzips his pants quickly and takes it out. It is so big. How did I take it in my mouth last night? I see the veins in his manhood. It looks strong and hard as a rod, pointing at my privy parts. He raises my dress enough for his manhood to enter me, and in just one second, he does!

I close my eyes, absorbing the strange feelings inside me. It hurts, but he pushes deeper, and I scream.

"My king! Aaahh-!" I shout.

He holds my neck and head to keep me still while his other hand holds one leg.

I feel my tears falling from the pain, but my king is pleasuring me. He starts moving inside slowly, struggling because I am too tight. This is my first time. I am still confused by my reaction. My training was different. They were all unreal, but now, this is real, and with the king!

He gets faster, and I hold the edge of the table for support. He lays his head on my shoulder, groaning in my ear. I enjoy his sounds, making me sing along. I start to enjoy his movements inside me, welcoming every push. It gets wetter, making my king move faster with the natural lubricant.

I start moving with his rhythm, making him enjoy it more. I want more!

"Fuuuck!" he screams, louder, echoing in my room. I hope Anna isn't outside the door listening to us again.

He holds my thighs and starts thrusting like a machine. It's so fast, but I keep up with his rhythm, making it better. My books  fall to the floor, and the table makes weird noises.

I watch my king's face. He opens his mouth, catching his breath while groaning. He watches his manhood going in and out of me, rolling his eyes in pleasure. He looks so hot, and I hold his arms because I can't take it anymore. I come. It's my first release in 20 years.

"Aaahhh-" I scream long. It is the best feeling. Finally, I release.

My king releases too after a second when he sees me. I can still feel him throbbing inside, releasing his pleasure. He breathes heavily on my shoulder, then withdraws and puts his pants back on.

"Study well, my queen," he says before leaving the room like nothing happened.