The Saga of Mary I - the King's Mistress

Once upon a time there was a very pretty girl named Mary. She was the bastard daughter of King Rudolph, who fell in love with a Saxon slave and took her to bed as his wife Marie. A beautiful maiden Ruiva with freckles, she had already developed a woman's body by age 14. Her legs were getting thicker and twisted from walking around the castle and gardens of the kingdom. Her girth always grew rounder as she got older. Her belly smooth and breasts now large and hard. Her light skin attracted attention and her attentive penetrating blue eyes intimidated anyone looking at her. The king was an old fat man who never went a week without his mistress. He had special affection for his bastard daughter, keeping watchful guards protecting the girl from greedy eyes of soldiers and servants in the kingdom. She was always guarded by another son-in-law of the King's. His name was William and he was one of the few trustworthy men to the King that needed someone not to rape her. Life was quiet until the lovers started dying off. It began with the Queen Mother, an elderly lady who demanded sexual favors from the King at least once a week. Then Mary's mother and several others. After the funeral of the queen, the king was despondent and depressed. But a month later he called Mary into the royal chamber. She looked sad but ate her with his eyes. He summoned her to his lap and embraced her in a fraternal way. Mary felt a volume underneath the King's robe. Suddenly she seemed like another man. He knew that Mary was a virgin because this had been care taken by him to arrange for her marriage perhaps to an aristocrat. But now he changed his mind. Mary smelled the stench from so many wine bottles when he kissed her on the forehead. He pulled her out of his lap and lifted the robe. It was the first pinto Mary had seen up close without being spying on anyone. The large, thick one with its red swollen head. The king took Mery's hand and drew his sword making it strike a fist. She seemed to be in trance. His pocket was hot and started drooling. The King said that he would give Mary royal nectar and spoke to her by mouth and sucking. He told her not to use teeth and dirty her head. Mary felt strong taste and smell. She felt slight disgust but respect for the King prevented her from complaining. He held her head and gave instructions on how to suck. Pass his tongue over everything. Suck the big, swollen bag. She got used to it and warned the king that she would put nectar in her little mouth. Mary should swallow all of this so as to be strong. By now she was accustomed to strong taste and smell. Strange sensations were running through her precocious body. She felt anxious but restrained herself, even as the king howled while flooding that newly deflowered mouthpiece. She returned to her room and stranger security reinforced. Spent a week visiting the King's chamber becoming an expert in the art of sucking up and drinking royal nectar. One fine day, the king ordered her bathed, sending her a white linen dress, perfumes and jewels. When the girl presented himself he surprised the washed-up king with trimmed hair and beards smelling strong male fragrances. A banquet was served just for the two, serving wine which left Mary stunned. King Rudolph looked at his little girl with a look of hunger and amusement. They had finished their dinner, the king took her to the royal chambers. He led her into a large bed and kissed her on the mouth for the first time. With a strong breath of wine he pulled off Mary's mantle and ordered that she undress very slowly; they were both naked when the king laid her backward and began sucking out her beautiful breasts. She was limping, squeezing, licking and biting while screaming in protest from painful bite wounds. The old monarch explored that young body calmly and hungrily, licking every inch of it and caressing the wet virgin's little throat. And Mary trembled as she felt a rough tongue lick her sweet soaked pigeon. Now the King was uncontrollable and sucked and greedily licked his object of desire snatching sighs and groans from Mary. He also licked that small closed chin. Mary felt an intense warmth rising through her body, a shiver in her spine, and sensations never heard before. She wondered if it was those skills that would have made no woman ever complain of having her loans requisitioned. Suddenly she felt her body arch, the air left her lungs and exploded in its first unprecedented and intense joy. After a few seconds which could be hours she opened her eyes and saw a hungry-eyed king and very hard mast swollen and red. Without saying anything the King penetrated into her at once strong and firm making her scream with pain. The king whispered in her ears that he would put the royal nectar inside of his body. It didn't take long for him to mock screaming and falling over this fragile little corpse hugging it tightly. The King fell asleep almost immediately, snoring loud with a look of complete satisfaction. But Mary took some time to sleep with her head spinning around with an utterance of thoughts and sensations. Now Mary was the King's mistress.