House of Thorns and Desires
Flower Defiled
Part I
As a trans princess enters heat, her father has to make a choice.
Explicit erotic dark fantasy story.
F / M ┃ Dubcon ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Taboo┃ Voyeurism ┃ Denial ┃ Edging ┃ Group ┃ Domination/Submission ┃ Age gap ┃ Cumflation ┃ Impregnation ┃ +11k Words
Content Warning: A/B/O themes. Transgal with a tool. Weird biology. Don’t take it too seriously, because I certainly didn’t, that’s why the House is named Ashbane (ass pain, hah!)
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Another season, another rejected suitor. The pine trees outside the High King’s tower were roaring with the gusts of winds blowing against the mountainside as the King stood by the window, his hands held behind his back, lost deep in his thoughts. High King Zaarko of House Ashbane could feel the desolation creeping into his veins again. His only daughter had renounced the possible union with the last unmarried son of the Freehold thus shaking the fragile balance holding the country together and making the continuation of High King Zaarko’s reign questionable at best. Any of the six Houses might be able to usurp his throne now, a thought which made him feel even more agitated, a feeling he had felt even before the doomed day had even begun.
The Princess had always proved to be troublesome, even as a child. She had acted as if she belonged to the domni caste like her mother and father, but the High King knew better; The Princess was not a ruler and her actions were nothing but a sham. In truth, she was born castless, bearing none of the marks of a higher nor lower caste member. Yet, everyone else seemed to believe she still belonged to the domni caste and the King had decided to keep the truth a secret, but that aspect of hers made her ineligible for the throne on her own and he had to marry her to someone with enough prestige to continue their line. Zaarko had tried to emphasize to Princess Yanja the importance of her union with the prince, he had even threatened to disown her if she didn’t comply, but the brat had decided to embarrass him yet again and had undermined his reputation as a ruthless leader who would get results, gnawing away little by little his dominion.
Yanja had grown up in the abbey like most begats of the rulers, only returning home once reaching adulthood, successfully hiding her heats from the others during her time there, a condition thought only to belong to the lowborn rabble. A shameful aspect for someone holding her status, yet an aspect nevertheless, at least she had been able to keep her secret safe and those able to sense her heats were forced to use dulling herbs while working in the Nevakraj fortress as it had been a custom for a long time. When the Princess had shown first signs of entering her estrous cycle, the Queen had ordered her to take the same herbs in hopes of making it all disappear, but after her death, the Princess had started to act more brash and the King was worried she would soon try to stay off them if given a chance.
Remarrying had come to the High King’s mind from time to time after his wife had perished to consumption, yet he had not been able to find another suitable mate, finding one born in the same caste was tough when the Houses were all looking for themselves. Whether he liked it or not, Zaarko’s whole reign lay in the princess’ hands who refused to marry and there was no other way around it. A problem he had been dreading for a long time now, proof of which could be seen in the dark circles under his eyes that were covered only a little by his even darker skin.
The High King clenched his fists. He had been too lenient to his daughter and that would have to change soon. He would have to force her into marriage whether she liked it or not.
“Come over here already,” a soft voice rang from the large canopy bed behind the High King’s back and the alluring proposition made him postpone his plans for a little while longer. The red-headed woman lying in his bed spread her thighs to reveal a glistening treasure the King was eager to plunge himself into.
It was better not to act on impulse after all and he gladly took the offered distraction of a wanting woman’s warmth.
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Another season, another disappointment. Princess Yanja leaned against the edge of the copper bathtub with her hands crossed, listening to the sounds of the howling winds coming from the outside in the candle-filled washroom. Usually, such sounds would have helped her to calm her nerves, but not tonight. Her heat was coming up and she had no one to spend it on. The last potential spouse her father had introduced her to had been a disappointment, despite for the fact she had even decided against taking the heat-suppressing herbs and letting her beginning cycle make her more desirable to him, but the prince had avoided her eyes the entire diner, believing himself to be inferior like many others before him. Yanja desperately wanted someone to claim her, but due to her upbringing and assumed caste, every single one of her possible suitors had been of a lower caste than her, making them meek and unattractive to her, she had feigned her status for so long even she believed they were beneath her.
Ever since she had come to an age, she had known she wanted to submit to someone, but to her disappointment, no one was fit for the task. Yanja believed only a king or a queen would do and her father would not let her even meet the unmarried ones and she could only guess why. Marrying an heir would not weaken the High King’s authority whereas wedding a king or a queen would. Now there was no one else left to be wed and her father’s reign would be in danger because of it. She knew her decision to reject the prince had angered her father greatly, but he’d always had a soft spot for her, especially after her return from the abbey, giving her almost anything she could wish for, yet even that didn’t spare her from his endless lectures about the importance of keeping one's appearances and upholding the pride that came with their caste, a caste that Yanja didn’t belong to. She had tried her best to become everything he wanted her to be to no avail, so they argued a lot and even she was willing to admit that some days her behavior was not very princess-like.
The warmth between her legs was spreading with each second almost like it was mocking her for her high birth. Yanja was not supposed to have an estrous cycle, she was never supposed to submit. Her parents were born into the highest caste, meant to rule over everyone with divine right. There had been no lowborns in her family tree in hundreds of years, she should have been the same.
Yet she wasn’t.
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Yanja’s hand reached down between her legs and she began tenderly to massage her hardening cock. The lukewarm soapy water stirred around her milky white body as she swayed gently in the tub and through the small hole in the limestone wall, the High King was watching.
When the High King Zaarko had heard from the maids that his daughter was taking a bath, instead of knocking on the door or waiting for her return, he had decided to enter the servants’ passage, small corridors going through the fortress used by the servants to move unseen in the past. Most had been demolished or filled when one of the previous High Kings had been assassinated, but a few remained untouched. Zaarko had no idea what had compelled him to enter one, but the hole carved into the wall revealed he had not been the first one. He could see plainly into the room and the Princess, kneeling in the copper tub, pushing up her upper body with one hand as the other moved in stroking motion below the line of sight. Yanja’s small but perky breasts bounced with her hastening breathing, her nipples popping out from the rosy areolas as sprinkling water was divided into new streams by them. The Princess’ round, heart-shaped lips were ajar and the High King couldn’t help but imagine them clasping around his shaft, moving up and down while the Princess’ silvery short curls jumped wildly. She had an alluring aura, which beckoned him to her in an extraordinary way.
Watching the unfolding view before him, Zaarko quickly realized he had not been tense all day because of the meeting between the Prince and the Princess, but because he had sensed his daughter’s heat. The High King’s heart began to pound in his chest, he had never been around during Yanja’s heats before and had always thought they would have no effect on him, but the bulging in his trousers made him recognize that would not be the case tonight.
No one needs to know, he thought to himself, and a wide devilish grin spread to his face. The High King dropped his pants and began to rub his fat hardening bulge, watching as the gorgeous vision in the other room created a seductive play for the undetected viewer. Princess Yanja swayed her hips more and more, letting a few whimpers escape from between her plump lips, unable to hold them in anymore. She lifted her left leg over the tub, putting the edge between her legs, allowing the King to see her small cock in her hands, its reddening tip rivaling the gentle redness of her nipples. Unlike him, she didn’t have a knot on it. The Princess’ stance allowed the High King to admire her whole body and his eyes trailed over every little detail from her slim waist to the wider hips. Her skin was like freshly fallen snow, pure white and untouched. The growing need inside him wanted to taste her, plunge into her with fervor, and make her pay for the earlier embarrassment. At the same time, he was glad she had not accepted the Prince, letting her stay untainted by such waste.
Yanja began to move her hips against the copper edge, rubbing herself against it and moaning even louder, glancing to her right every now and then. The High King had to lean into the wall separating them as his throbbing hefty shaft almost reached full size when suddenly he let out a loud grunt. The Princess stopped immediately and looked around in panic.
“H-hello…?” Yanja squeaked, her cock still proudly erect. Zaarko cursed under his breath, the show had ended too quickly and it took all of his willpower not to bust through the limestone wall to mount his daughter.
The Princess looked around the room, focusing on something on her right at first but finally spotting the small hole to her left. The faint candlelight allowed her just barely to see the piercing gaze of a stranger. The Princess’ eyes widened when she realized there was someone watching her.
Then she bit her lower lip. Yanja’s arm began to massage her protruding nipples and it was like the High King’s silent prayers had been answered.
“Do you like what you see?” the Princess asked with a teasing tone in her voice as she stepped towards the wall, the candlelight made her body glisten as it hit the water droplets on her naked body. Whoever was behind that wall had not averted their gaze yet, which enthralled her. Maybe it was the safety provided by the separation or something else, but no one on the lower caste would have dared to meet her eyes and she could feel herself become more receptive with each passing moment. The Princess kneaded her breasts with both hands, letting the King revere her beautiful body.
“You know… If you want to keep this wall between us, there are other holes where the stone meets the wood,” Yanja purred and pointed to her right, “I think this washroom might been used for something like this before, that’s why I picked the room next to it as mine.”
True to her words, when Zaarko glanced further down the passage, he saw a faint light marking the place. Swiftly, the King moved towards them and the Princess followed. There were two holes, one for watching and a second one lower down, covered by a small sliding hatch accessible from the passage.
“... Or maybe you’d like to come here?” Yanja whispered. The High King knew the moment would be over if she knew who she was talking to and opened the hatch as an answer. He pushed his hips against the thin wall, shoving his erected cock and huge balls in. The Princess gasped in delight, “Oh, wow… I certainly like what I see.” Some part of her tried to place where she had seen a similar dark complexion before, but her growing heat quickly dismissed any ability for reasoning. Yanja knelt down and quickly brushed the King’s shaft with her fingers, she had never touched someone else before and felt like she could ruin the moment by doing something wrong. Her hesitation made Zaarko frustrated and he thrusted his hips forward, startling Yanja.
“Uh, d-do you want me to touch you?” Yanja asked and the High King answered her question with another thrust and a grunt. Yanja had dreamed about a situation like this so many times she did not dare to count, but now she began to feel unsure, she was in heat and unwedded, and lying with someone of the lower caste was a crime, yet she knew what she wanted deep down. The Princess put one of her hands on his firm shaft and the other under his balls, fondling them as she began to stroke the fat cock. Feeling her slender hands on his cock, made Zaarko’s balls throb, wishing he could enter her hole. Yanja moved closer and opened her mouth, her warm breath hit Zaarko’s tip and she gave it a small exploratory lick before kissing it and taking it between her lips, gently licking the hole while putting pressure on the head with her lips. The King’s breathing got faster and he wanted to buck his hips only to be stopped by the wall separating them.
For Yanja, the stranger's eagerness only made her hornier. Whoever was behind that wall wanted her and wasn’t afraid to push her around even without any words. Yanja loved how the stranger's cock filled her whole mouth as she slowly began to take it deeper, the tip easily sliding in with her spit and reaching all the way to the back of her throat. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth while grabbing the stranger’s balls with both of her hands, squeezing them each time her lips reached his knotted base. The moans coming from behind the wall made her cock drip with precum and the torridity of emotions made her disregard the feeling of the uneven slate stone flooring burying into her knees. Her mysterious benefactor was giving her what she needed and nothing was going to stop her from sucking that well-endowed cock in front of her.
Feeling his daughter’s taking in his whole shaft felt amazing to Zaarko. Yanja’s inexperience made her movements unpredictable and knowing he was being pleased by his own daughter made it even more thrilling. She truly has no idea, whose cock she’s slurping with hunger, the King thought. He wondered how she would react if she knew, maybe with disgust, but he would still force himself on her, claiming her as his own. That thought delighted him greatly as Yanja’s lips and tongue continued to caress him and with that another sinister idea came to his mind.
Maybe if he bred his daughter, he could have another heir to save his reign.
The High King imagined himself pommeling into the Princess’ hole, plunging himself so deep he would lock his knot inside her womb and breed her like a bitch she was, impregnating her with a new heir who would truly belong to the same caste. Zaarko’s balls swelled and his seed rocketed up his shaft, erupting from his tip into Yanja’s mouth. The thick cream filled her small mouth completely, almost bulging her cheeks and she had to back away, making him glaze her face with another load of sizzling cum.
“Oh, that tastes so good,” Yanja gasped between the gulps, she savored the taste with her tongue, swallowing as much as she could, “Please, I need to have more, get over here and claim me!” Giving release to her mysterious mate had shifted something inside her, her heat had taken over her mind, and part of her knew the stranger behind that wall was the one for her, one who she should submit to. Yaarko huffed loudly against the wall, his softening cock still shooting small loads to the ground. Secretly releasing his seed into the oblivious princess had unlocked something inside the High King he had never felt before. Whatever had just happened had sent him a way stronger wave of pleasure than one delivered by a concubine or what he had felt when mating with his queen.
Without his knowledge, Zaarko had dug his nails into the wood and clawed at it in his lust, the overpowering feeling inside him grew as his cock got harder again, and the King’s feral nature was about to take over as he saw doe-eyed Yanja on the other side, on all fours, his seed still streaming down her face when his weakening sense of judgment was interrupted by the knock coming from the other side of the washroom.
“Oh, sranje,” The Princess cursed before turning back towards the wall, “Tomorrow! I’ll be here tomorrow night, please come back then!" She gave a quick kiss on the King’s half-hard shaft, giving it one last bereft look before hurrying back into the bath while the High king closed the hatch, cursing as well as he was coming down from his thirst. The Princess called the unknown intruder in while the King quickly made his way from the passage, falling back into his chambers.
Anica, Yanja’s lady-in-waiting stepped into the washroom, her browns burrowed in worry.
“Mistress, my apologies, I know you called me earlier, but I was… Held,” Anica spluttered, she wasn’t a good liar, but telling the High King’s daughter that she had spent the last hour in bed, holding her legs and hips up so that the Princess’ father’s seed would take root and displace her as his heir seemed unwise so she kept her words vague. At the same time, Yanja deeply hoped that she had gotten all of the stranger’s cum from her blushing cheeks and that Anica would not see the fluids staining the floor near the secret gloryhole.
“So, you’ve taken another lover?” Yanja asked playfully, Anica had told her about her escapades with various lovers and Yanja had listened to those tales with keen ears, hoping she would one day experience such acts too. Yanja trusted Anica with her whole being, she had always been able to share her deepest thoughts with her, but now she was unsure what she should share. Should she tell her how she had sucked a cock for the first time or how she had enjoyed their thick seed on her tongue? “That’s alright, I’m actually fine by myself,” Yanja answered, averting Anica’s stern eyes while brushing her curls with her hand.
Anica slapped the side of her palm to Yanja’s forehead, “Do you have a fever? Your cheeks are red,” she said with a worried tone in her voice and Yanja quickly pushed her hand away, “I’m alright, I just…” the Princess hesitated for a moment, before adding “I think I found someone…” Anica squinched her eyes and showed the Princess her best-feigned smile, “Really? Have you changed your mind about Prince Branamir?” she asked, hiding well the poison trying to creep into her voice. Working as a servant in Nevakraj had helped her learn skills that made her likable even when she didn’t mean any of it. Ever since the last queen’s burial, Anica had made a plan, she belonged to a lower caste sure, but it was unheard of for one to rise the ranks once siring an heir for a ruler, a goal within her reach. The Princess had rejected all the others and her sudden decision to change her decision could ruin Anica’s plans.
“Well…” Yanja hesitated again, she didn’t know who had been behind the wall, but she could sense they had been someone made for her. The Prince had light skin unlike her mysterious lover, but maybe the candlelight had fooled her eyes, even though she was quite sure the prince had left the fortress hours ago, deflated from the rejection. The Princess had no idea who it had been, but she planned to find out.
Anica took Yanja’s hands into hers, “You should tell your father soon! He will be delighted!” Anica exclaimed, desisting the growing poison from dripping into her innocent-sounding tone.
“Please, don’t tell him anything, not yet, I still need to figure something out!” the Princess objected, “It’s not the prince, but…”
“Oh, you have a secret lover too?” Anica giggled when a sudden shock spread all over her face, “Mistress, it’s not someone below your status, right?” she whispered.
“I don’t know…” Yanja answered sincerely, “You know I’m not like the others, but I’ve never liked someone below me before… They seemed… Assertive…”
“You don’t know who they are?!” Anica shouted in dismay.
“Hush, don’t scream, someone might hear you! I might not know who they are, but I’m going to find out!”
This new revelation brought back the ambition inside Anica. If the Princess saw someone who belonged to the lower caste, the High King would have no other choice but to disown her and that would make her own plans far simpler.
“How did you meet them?” she asked, now smiling sincerely.
Yanja blushed, “You know, I’m quite tired, we’ll talk about it later,” she mumbled and got up, hiding her still-hard cock with a towel, something in Anica’s demeanor had made her feel uneasy suddenly and besides, she had not had the time to relieve herself and thinking about her mysterious lover only made her ache for more. There was no way they would come back tonight and the only relief she would get that night would be by her own hands.
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The lady-in-waiting muttered something in return, disappointed for not finding out more about the stranger. Anice helped Yanja back to her chambers attached to the washroom and left. The Princess let her towel fall to the floor and sat naked on her bed, her soft blue bedding was made from the finest silks, brought from the edge of the known world. The room was decorated with cool-toned tapestries and swaying silvery decorations that twinkled when the light from the red paper lanterns hit them, filling the room with a glimmer that looked like a starry night sky. Yanja laid on her back and began to touch herself again, imagining in her head all the things the stranger could do to her, she slipped two of her fingers in her mouth and drenched them with her own spit before beginning to rim her hole, visualizing the magnificent member she had seen tonight spreading her hole, the fat crown prying her open like it had done to her mouth and pushing in. Yanja’s other hand stroked her cock gently, moving her hand up and down, caressing her taint and balls as her hand reached the base. The stranger’s cock had been so much bigger than hers and with a visible hole to pour massive amounts of cum of which Yanja had been able to taste only a little.
Unknownst to her, her secret lover was thinking about her too. Back in his chambers, the High King was sitting on a settee made from bone-white wood with his cock in his hands, infuriated by the ruined moment and the wrongness of his newly found sin. He wanted to go back and show his daughter her place, thrust into her hole furiously just to hear her whimpering. It didn’t take long for his fourth load of the day to spurt out from his girthy manhood, dripping down his hand and hitting the stone floor beneath his feet. Almost at the same time, in her own chambers, the Princess arched her back and came, finishing on the silky bedding.
The two huffed, separated by one floor and multiple walls from each other, yet both dreaming about the other.
Waiting for the following evening would be a pain in the ass for both of them.
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The morning sun began to gently warm the walls of the Nevakraj fortress as its corridors came alive with the sound of the nobles, soldiers, and servants who were going on with their daily business as usual. News about the Princess' latest rejection had spread fast and some of the nobles were worried about their positions. If House Ashbane were to fall due to not finding the Princess a suitable spouse, one of the other Houses would likely stage a coup and execute all those allied with the dethroned king. Anica bared little thought for such woes. Her monthlies were late and she was heading towards the High King’s chambers to make sure he would spend his seed on her yet again. With his House’s desperate situation, he would have no other choice than to marry her and make her his new queen, giving her the ability to raise her House’s name from the mud back into its former glory. Anica had tolerated the Princess for long enough as her lady-in-waiting and would make sure the Princess would be removed from the family tree as soon as she had the power to do so. Anica knew the Princess didn’t belong to the domni caste and having her claim otherwise was a stain on the divine hierarchy. However, she also knew she would be lying if she claimed only to be interested in becoming the new queen. Anica enjoyed getting ravaged by the High King, visioning his rough hands on her hips as he thrusted into her was enough to make her drip from wetness.
He would be all hers soon.
Anica quickly made sure her red bun was still neatly in place before knocking on the King’s door, waiting to be called in and surely enough, soon she heard her King’s voice and entered the room. To her surprise, it looked like the King had just woken up, still wearing a night-chainse too small for someone his size. It was unheard of for him to sleep this late, usually when Anica arrived he had already begun to work and sat on his study until she would distract him. She knew she wasn't the only one prying for the King’s attention and seed, but the lady-in-waiting had made herself somewhat of a favorite of his, arriving early enough to beat any other potential mate and coming back before the night fell, so the King would share his plentiful seed only with her. The King’s dark skin tone almost glowed through the white shirt he was wearing, his thick body hiding his true strength and Anica admired the broad shoulders hanging low as the King washed his face over the washbasin. That’s why his sudden words came as another surprise.
“Shouldn’t you be assisting the princess?” The High King growled while washing his face. His slumber had been restless even with his self-stimulation. Sensing Yanja’s heat had made his thirst unquenchable and he could not wait for the day to end soon enough. She had been in his wicked dreams, whimpering and moaning under him and that was all Zaarko could think about.
“... But…” Anica stammered, “Wouldn’t you like to start your day with some fun, my lord?”
“Not today,” the King answered without explaining further and Anica knew better than to linger around. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement, she kicked a small wooden stool in the hallway as she began to make her way to the Princess’s chambers. Had someone pleased the King before her? He had never before declined her and before this day he’d been ready for sex at a moment's notice. The High King had sounded irritated, maybe the Princess had already told him about her plans to marry someone else? Anica thought, or worse, he had impregnated another woman. Anica’s heart sank and she gulped loudly.
She had to find out who that woman might be.
The sun was already high as Yanja began her day, eager and waiting for the evening to fall. Some part of her was afraid that her meeting with the stranger had been one-time only, but in her deepest thoughts, she felt that the mysterious lover had liked her well enough to come back later, maybe even to meet her face to face instead of face to phallus.
One of the maids brushed her silvery hair with a comb and had a hard time untangling her thick wild curls, but they were all in a good mood, undoubtedly influenced by the Princess’ cheeriness.
“Mistress seems to be in the most favorable mood this morning, can I ask why?” One of the maids with raven dark hair asked as she washed the Princess soles with fragrant flower water.
“Oh, I think I have some good news for my father,” Yanja answered with a smile, “... But first, I need to figure some things out.” The maid around her trilled with excitement, the unspoken reason for such good news could only mean one thing.
“Who is it?” A third one picking her clothes asked making Yanja blush again, she had been unable to tell her closest friend that she didn’t know who her lover had been and she would not tell about it to maids either who were not known for their tight-lippedness.
“You’ll find out when it’s time,” Yanja eluded as the maid fixing her hair finally managed to tame her curls into a somewhat respectable braid going around Yanja’s crown. Their superficial chatter continued until Anica’s arrival who took the Princess into the study hall for tutoring. While walking over, the lady-in-waiting had managed to collect her thoughts and had tried to devise a plan for how to find out why she had been rejected by the King this morning. At this time of the year, there was a blooming flower with pollen of such staining abilities that it was almost impossible to wash away. If Anica were to place such flowers near the King’s chambers, she could deduce who visited him without her knowledge. The smile on her face was genuine today, but only she knew why. The group stepped down the winding corridor and entered the large hallway on the ground level as the King was just about to pass it on his way to the war room.
The Princess and her entourage bowed before their King to greet him and when the King saw what Yanja was wearing, he suddenly found the ground more than interesting to watch than his daughter. The High King never averted his gaze and suddenly everyone was looking down the floor, thinking there was something important to see. The Princess had decided to wear a white, almost see-through strapless dress with a low cut, covering her shoulders with a pearly pink open robe reaching down to her ankles like the dress was.
Yanja stood just a few steps away from him when the almost uncontrollable need to bend her down flushed over the High King. The Princess’ heat was getting stronger and soon even he would have a hard time denying himself what he wanted to take. Yanja was certainly not taking her suppressing herbs and an image of him taking the Princess in front of everyone flashed into Zaarko’s mind. He would push everyone around her away and force her head down to the cold stone floor while lifting her hastily stripped rear into the air as he unbuckled his belt and let his aching bulge free before slamming it into her without any second thoughts. Hammering her vestal hole with all of his might until she’d leak from his seed, belly bulging from the amount cum the King would unleash into her fertile womb. The servants would watch the forbidden sin unraveling before them in horror, but he or the Princess would not care as gushes of pleasure overwhelmed them and she would be his forever.
Yanja had felt butterflies flutter in her stomach as she entered the hallway, a sure sign for someone of her affliction to feel their potential mate nearby and she couldn’t help but peek around when everyone was staring at the floor, yet she could not see anybody except for the sentinels and her father. The feeling inside continued to grow when her eyes met the King’s. Her nipples began to stick out through the thin fabric as Zaarko stared at her large eyes, making him just seconds away from going through with his vision when Yanja opened her mouth.
“Good morning, father, it’s good to see you. Are you seeing someone in the war room today?” Yanja asked, bringing the King back to his senses.
“Yes, dear. A Watcher, they should arrive soon” The High King answered quickly.
A Watcher! Yanja thought. A spy for her House would have had a reason to hide behind a wall! Watchers were usually from the high caste, sons, and daughters of either dethroned head of a House or heirs or who would bring too much trouble if they were to gain any power within their respective Houses and as such they usually began serving other Houses as their watchdogs.
“Can I come with you?” the princess inquired, “I think a real experience will beat anything I could learn from a tutor.”
Yanja’s earnestness made the King even more concupiscent. This was a dangerous territory he was about to walk into, even if he had already decided to meet her again in the evening. The uncharted path before him had no set destination yet he felt like he was heading towards his downfall.
“It would be my pleasure, my dear” the King answered before he was able to, “But your servants must stay behind. It's the Kingdom's secrets after all we're talking about here.”
Yanja nodded with a joyful smile on her face and asked the maids and Anica to rest as she followed her father into the war room. Zaarko did his best to hide his nervousness, wondering what he was doing as he led his little lamb to the slaughter. The sentinels guarding the door to the war room let them in and shut the large stone door behind them leaving the two alone in the dark room lit only by a few lanterns.
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Yanja stepped closer to the large round table in the middle of the room. She had never been in the war room before and now she would meet her possible mate too! She leaned her little body over the table to see the map spread in the center showing in great detail every castle, city, and even little huts. The small flags and metal symbols on it meant little to her when she suddenly felt her father’s weight pinning her back down and before she could utter out a thing, the King’s hand grabbed her by the wrist and slid it towards the large mountain range on the map.
“That’s Nevakraj,” the King explained, pushing his bulging member against Yanja’s rear, holding on to his senses with his dear life. Yanja was unsure what was pushing against her, maybe a buckle or a large pouch her father had on his belt, it was something firm yet in her heat she wanted to buck towards it. Her hips were pinned against the table and she had no room to move. The King pointed her hand to another spot on the map, telling her what it was, but his words escaped her ears, her focus was on the weird feeling. Zaarko’s other hand brushed past her breast almost accidentally and the sensation made Yanja let out a silenced yelp. She now regretted not taking her herbs in time, she had no idea she would react to everyone like this in heat.
Or had she?
The sudden thought made her freeze. Her maids had touched her, Anica had touched her and yet, she had not felt anything. Was it because her father was part of a higher caste than her? But she didn’t know what caste she belonged to, only that those princes had not felt right and she wanted something else.
Yanja pushed her hips slightly against Zaarko and his tip touched her taint through the robe and the dress. The King tried to keep his focus on the lesson, unable to ignore the growing warmth between them. Desperately hoping her father would not realize what she was doing, Yanja began to circle the bulge she was feeling, kneading her sensitive spots with it, still believing it to be a random belt accessory, but Zaarko could feel everything. His daughter's clothed rear felt so good against him, making his member swell even larger. Yanja was biting into her necklace, hiding her panting into it and Zaarko could feel his breathing get harder. Yanja spread her legs slightly to give the assumed belt buckle more room to push against her.
The High King contemplated over his options: he could lock the door and take her then and there or drag the brat into a secretive location for desecration when all of a sudden he could hear the doors behind them open. Zaarko quickly let the Princess free and greeted the approaching watcher. Yanja’s cheeks lushed red immediately as she realized what she had been doing, mere moments ago being in too much haze to control her actions. She hastily slipped past the two men and realized that the Watcher was too short and light-skinned to be her mysterious lover. She gave them quick excuses why she couldn’t stay and returned to her chambers, frustrated and embarrassed.
Maybe it was better to evade other people until her heat came to an end?
As frustrated as his daughter, the King listened to the Watcher’s report, not happy at all by the news he was bringing. The Watcher’s former House was planning for a coup as retaliation for the unsuccessful union and the House Ashbane had to get stronger soon or face a war. Either the High King would have to force his only daughter into a marriage or he would have to strengthen his House’s claim to the High King’s throne by other means. If he were to remarry himself, taking a wife from a lesser House with more members, he could boost his numbers enough to intimidate the bastards, but that would weaken his strong bloodline, and even though it could take decades, his House would eventually fall because of it, a thought which entertained him even less than a war.
The High King Zaarko spent the rest of his day with his closest confidants, detailing possible plans for facing the looming darkness. The only redeeming quality of this grim day was the prospect the evening would provide as soon as the sun set behind the mountains, an evening he couldn’t wait for.
Outside the walls of Nevakraj, in the misty mountain craig, Anica had gathered princess’ maids to collect flowers with her, as a gift for the King and the Princess, she had claimed to them. The air was filled with laughter and chatting as everyone collected bundles of flowers, some even competing who would collect the biggest, but Anica had her eyes set only on one type of flower, her bundle would not be the biggest, but it would have another price.
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As the shadows of the day shifted and the dusk swallowed the world into twilight, the King had had enough, if he had any doubts about his evening visit, those were long gone before he even got to the secret passage and sneaked in with trembling in his heart. For his excitement, Yanja had already entered her side and had brought with her something soft to lay on. Her frail nude body faced the glory hole, legs spread wide open as she stroked her small cock with one hand and caressing her nipples with the other. The Princess had been waiting for him and the King did not hesitate with the hatch, thrusting in his half-hard member without any words.
“My, my, you came back after all, I was already getting worried you would be a no-show,” Yanja purred, “I have been thinking about you all day, even when I was supposed to be with my father.” Her words made the King’s cock harder and Yanja crawled towards him, taking his member into her soft hands once again, carefully examining his hefty balls and giving his sheath playful kisses, revering the gift she had been given.
“You know… I’d like to know your name, we can’t keep meeting in a washroom every night…” She smiled before pressing her lips against the King’s tip, sucking it tenderly as it became hotter and redder. She swirled her wet tongue around the hole, prodding the tip of her tongue in at a tantalizing pace. Zaarko moaned and humped his hips against the wall, wanting to tear it apart just so he could mount the girl. Yanja turned her attention back to his balls, giving them small kisses and licking the veiny dark skin, adoring the size of his veins, which were as wide as her biggest fingers.
“I could offer you so much more if you dared to enter this room,” Yanja teased her unknown lover, “I want you to breed me like a stud, fill me with your seed.” To Yanja, it was like some hidden part had taken control of her mouth and spoke words she had never used before. She had never experienced a full heat and each new thing she learned about herself intrigued her more and more. The High King could sense it, he had never been with someone in heat, and even though he had enjoyed mating with the former queen, fucking her had never felt anything close to what he was feeling now with his daughter. Entering the princess would surely feel even better and he thought about her offer, he had already pondered about it last night, but now the feeling was growing even stronger not being helped by the fact of how he had acted in the war room.
Yanja got up and turned her back to the wall, pressing her butt against Zaarko’s cock and sliding it between her oiled cheeks. The King’s breathing quickened with hers, he was so close yet so far away from her he could not plunge himself into her hole. Yanja pleasured herself, enjoying the feeling of the stranger's cock between her cheeks, passing over the rim without entering.
Yanja’s whole nimble body trembled as shocks of pleasure flowed through her, almost making her buck too far behind and take in the pulsing tip leaking from the precum as she came.
She craved for more, but she had to get some answers first. She stepped forward and chuckled.
“Last night you left me hanging, tonight I will leave you hanging. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her bright giggling ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Yanja grabbed her clothes and fled the scene of her crime, afraid of what her mysterious partner might do next, and for a good reason. The King was furious, he had never been left unfulfilled before, he was supposed to be in control and his daughter had embarrassed him once again. The King punched the wall, he thought about how he should run after her, pin her down on her own bed, and claim what was rightfully his, make her pay, but sudden realization flushed through him. Her fleeing made him think she was afraid of just that and letting her stay that way would make tomorrow even better. Waiting for him would be a punishment in itself, she was in heat after all.
He would not pin her down tonight, not out of chivalry or weakness, but because he would save his seed for tomorrow and make her beg for it.
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Yanja had trouble sleeping that night, she had already once checked the washroom to see if her mate had stayed there. She wanted to apologize to them, but it had been too late. They were gone and now Yanja was certain she had ruined everything. She had hoped she could have mated with them tonight, but their refusal to say even a word had made her do something she didn’t intend to. Never before had she met someone who could be her equal, who could make her submit without words, and now that chance might be ruined forever. Yanja pressed the pillow in her hands tightly into her chest and prayed for the next evening to come soon.
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As light had begun to make its way into the mountainside again the High King Zaarko had a hard time keeping his frustrations in. He wanted to march into the Princess’ room or take the willing mate offering herself to him before the rooster’s crowing, but he kept to his plan. He would stay frustrated so he could deliver the greatest punishment for his daughter, he would not deliver a little bit of his seed into her but as much as he could save. The King’s leniency would end tonight and before that, he would continue his duties like nothing had happened last night. The princess’ Lady-in-waiting had tried to enter his chambers that morning like every day, but he had denied her. A shame, he thought, Zaarko had enjoyed her body, but he had also grown tired of her. The Lady-in-waiting had a little fight in her and her willingness made her boring after such a long time. Her House might be part of the lower caste now, but they had not gained the ability to have heats, and once the King had tasted someone with them, he knew he could not accept any partner without them any longer.
Zaarko’s cock stood arrogantly as he sat at his study, aching to be plunged into a wet hole. Today will be even harder than yesterday, but it will be worth it, he thought with a grin on his face.
The princess would be his.
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Inside her chambers, Yanja was still feeling guilty and did not let any of her maids enter her room, claiming to be ill and wanting to be alone, only allowing them to deliver her diners next to her door. Tonight she would apologize to the stranger and show how much she wanted them. Whoever they were, their caste nor name no longer mattered to her, she could always run away with them if they proved to be of a lower caste. She believed their lower caste might have been one of the reasons why they had not shown their face yet and it wasn’t like she had a lot to go with. You can’t really tell someone’s caste by tasting their cock.
Or at least she hoped that was the case.
Yanja screamed into her pillow, it turned out that someone like her failing to submit was worse than not finishing, the fleeting moment of euphoria was not worth this much of overthinking and what was even worse, her heat was still going on strong and it would not end anytime soon, she had been mated by someone worthwhile for it to pass. Going back to heat suppressants wasn’t a possibility anymore either, they could only suppress it if it hadn’t started and she had felt it for two days now. There was a peak she was supposed to reach, but it felt like her body was constantly getting more sensitive, even her silken sheets felt like they could set her mind into a neverending haze. Sooner or later someone would come in and see her, bothered and mewling for someone to breed her. That would ruin everything, if someone else rather than her father or lady-in-waiting knew about her castelessness, it would destroy her family name.
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Yanja could feel her hips move without her will and grind the pillow between her legs. She let her hands trail all over her body and make her situation even worse than it had been moments earlier. Maybe I should ask Anica to help her with this, she thought. They had explored each other's bodies a long time ago, but it had been mostly clothes-on, nothing deeper and neither of them had tried to rekindle after that yet now her mind lulled her into a dream where she saw the red-haired Anica over her on all fours, naked like Yanja and panting as someone was thrusting into her. Anica’s round breasts touched hers, their poking nipples brushing against each other with each thrust.
The voice coming from behind her was familiar, as that of the mysterious stranger which made Yanja envious, she was supposed to be the one bred by them, not her friend, but the sight of Anica moaning on top of her was seductive and Yanja knew her turn would be soon. Mesmerized by the sight of the large cock penetrating her friend's wet pussy with deep and fast strokes, Yanja could feel herself getting hard. The man kneeling behind Anica grunted in rhythm with her gasps as their sweat mixed together. The Princess could see the man’s hefty sack slapping against Anica’s lower pelvis, leaving red marks behind with each thrust.
Then she noticed the coarse hands holding Anica’s hips tightly. A dark color like her lover had and as she fell even deeper into her hazy heat-driven fantasy she realized the man behind Anica was her father, sweating profusely and gnawing her friend's soft neck as he pummeled into her, when all of sudden he pushed Anica to the side and grabbed Yanja’s lower body, lifted her legs up and plunged his fat cock into her wet hole, spreading her tiny body open as he kept pounding into her with fury. Yanja tried to push him away, screaming for him to stop, but the King had no intentions to do so. Anica laid next to them, pleasuring herself at the sight of father breeding daughter and the spreading sensation between Yanja’s tights forced her to whimper from pleasure. The King’s thrusts hastened until his knot popped right inside her, locking him in and with a bellowing roar the King came, his sizzling hot seed poured into Yanja’s womb, making her scream from the violation of her inner sanctum. She could see her belly grow as his cum filled her to the brim, unquestionably making her pregnant with her father’s seed.
Yanja jerked herself awake with a loud screech and realized her fantasy had only been a dream.
Or a nightmare, Yanja thought.
Yanja could feel something dripping between her thighs and for a second she was afraid it had happened for real until she realized she had accidentally made the mess herself, her own cum dripping between her legs, an unkind reminder of her heat and that for a moment she had enjoyed her dream.
Ashamed, she screamed into her pillow again.
The long, warm shadows enveloping her chambers into their soft darkness indicated it was already dusk and soon the Princess would find out if her secretive lover had decided to return after her trick. Yanja got up quickly and washed herself over the washbasin and thought about how silly it was, she was going to the washroom after all, but she wanted to look proper, as proper one could look in heat, desperate for someone’s cock.
Unbeknownst to her, the High King had made preparations for the evening. He had ordered all of the sentinels and the servants away from that part of the fortress and when one of the nobles had questioned his decision, he had told them that the princess would be learning a lesson today, having to learn to deal with her daily life without any help for a while, an explanation which had rang suspicious to some, it was not unheard of for head of a House to secretly eliminate any badly behaving House member in such way. As word about the King’s order reached the Lady-in-waiting’s eager ears, she was more than happy about the plan. She had placed her flowers into beautiful tall vases and set them next to the High King’s chambers, making one of his guards sneeze in response. It wasn’t the best way to find who had visited his room, but it would surely thin the stack.
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Before the sun began to set behind the horizon, everything was ready and the High King’s muscles ached with anticipation, evening the feeling between his loins. The corridors echoed with his heavy footsteps, lacking the usual sound of the people working there, whatever was going to happen tonight, there would be no one else to hear about it. Zaarko slipped into the passage again, opened the hatch slightly ajar, and hung a small piece of fabric behind it so it would look like there might be someone standing there. Then he sneaked back into the washroom and hid behind the folding screen made from dark wood and gold fabric, a gift he had given to his daughter a long time ago when she still had to share a room with another royal brat at the abbey. Time had left its marks on it, but it was still a beautiful piece of furniture. Zaarko gently brushed the faded fabric with his fingers, thinking how the Princess would soon receive another gift from him.
The High King undressed as quietly as he could. His shaft was already hard from the mere thought of what he was going to do and he slicked it with some oil, coating it deep into his skin as his prowl began with the rising shadows.
The light coming from the tilted stained glass window became darker when the old hinge on the door creaked and the door was slammed closed again. Yanja stepped into the washroom walking on her toes and lit the candle sconces. To her cheerful surprise, the hatch was already slightly open and she could see someone was standing there. The Princess hurried to it, spread her towel in front of the hole, and knelt.
“Hello again, stranger,” she whispered trying to hide her glee, “You know… What I did last night was… Lousy… I would like to apologize…”
The King watched Yanja slowly begin to undress herself, revealing the silky skin underneath, she let her dress drop to the floor and raised with a slow twirl, the shimmering light coming from the outside sieved through the colored glass made her glow. Yanja’s nipples were already hard as well as her small cock. Tenderly, she massaged her breasts with her hands as she made another light spin.
“Do you like what you see?” She asked, aiming her words toward the wall and the King had to admit it, she truly was a beautiful sight to behold. He took a few silent steps and crept right behind her. Not giving her any time to make another move or utter any more words Zaarko grabbed her by the throat and pushed himself against her, clutching her hips with one hand. Yanja let out a loud shriek and turned to look at her attacker, her big eyes widened with astoundment when she realized her father’s piercing eyes looking right back at her. Zaarko was a lot taller and bigger than her, shaped akin to a bull and Yanja did not have enough strength to escape from his tight grip.
“What are you doing?!” Yanja shouted, “Let me go!”
“Something I should have done ages ago,” Zaarko answered with a sinister voice.
To her horror, Yanja could feel something poking her waist from behind..
“No, please! You can’t! I will scream!” She squawked in desperation, feeling her heat slowly poisoning her mind with other thoughts, the feeling of his hot crown pressed against her back turned her on and the way he squeezed her throat didn’t help either.
“It’s no use, no one will hear you,” Zaarko laughed and took in Yanja’s soft lilac scent, his lips found the skin behind her ears and he kissed her, relishing the foreboding moment and the feeling of domination over her. The sudden tickling in her ear made Yanja yelp out loud again and she struggled against her father, trying to get away but the more she tried the tighter his hold got. The King hissed her neck, savoring her fear as bumps rose on her skin.
“Hush now, love, you’ve already tasted it,” The King smirked and Yanja turned to look at him again, “What? No! It wasn’t you, it was…” she whimpered when it hit her, the feeling she had felt in the war room and what was growing inside her right now, an irrational need to fight yet to submit to the man holding her tight.
“You’ve been lost so long, girl,” Zaarko whispered to her ear, “Tonight you will finally find your caste and it will be beneath me!”
The High King forced Yanja down to the bedding, turned her upside down, and lifted her legs to his hips, leaving half of her body in the air, her shoulders and head barely touching the ground, giving Yanja a direct line of sight to what was going to happen.
“No, please! This can’t be why-...” Yanja’s sentence was interrupted when Zaarko pulled his member up and slapped it over her cock, which made it almost shrink from comparison. Her cock was only as long and wide as her father’s little finger whereas his member easily had enough length to reach her navel from between her tights. Zaarko began to stroke his cock against hers, rubbing their skins together, his impure roughness meeting her chaste silky skin.
“For the past two nights, I’ve enjoyed the feeling of your lips and let me tell you, darling, it has been the best feeling in the whole world,” The King hissed, “You’re so skilled and I finally realized why you don’t have a caste, you were always meant to be mine.”
“Please, no!” Yanja panted, “You don’t have to do this, I can get better!”
“Now, now, sweetheart, we both know this is right,” Zaarko said with an almost comforting tone, “You will enjoy this too as soon as you set yourself free.”
The High King hastened his movements, his balls slapped against Yanja’s behind, and the slapping sound combined with his heavy breathing made Yanja want more no matter how much she tried to deny it. The stimulation given to her by the rubbing made her let out a soft whimper, her hands dropped down and slid over her breasts as she began to knead her nipples again.
“Please, don’t do this to me…” Her refusal rang hollow even to her as she started to give in to her heat.
“Good girl,” the King hummed, “Give yourself to me.” Yanja’s toes curled every time his cock passed hers and his balls slapped against her rear. Pleased by her reaction, the King pulled away and adjusted his position. He then gripped even tighter to Yanja’s hips and bucked forward, aiming his tip towards Yanja’s rim making her yip again as he hit it with force.
“Open up, my little princess,” Zaarko coaxed his daughter, “Open yourself to me.” He tried to force himself in again, but the girl’s body resisted.
“A-ah… Please… Don’t” Yanja gasped between each thrust, “I’m in heat… I don’t want to get pregnant…” Zaarko pushed again and laughed, “But you will be,” he threatened and thrusted in again, now putting enough pressure to get part of his tip in, the burning sensation made Yanja’s whole body jolt, “Please,” she gasped again, “I can’t…” however there was no denying the High King of the House Ashbane and he began to put even more pressure, slowly pushing his burning hot tip inside her, the width of which was almost unbearable and Yanja knew the rest of it would not be any easier to take, he was simply too big for her.
With a forceful thrust, Zaarko pushed his tip inside her, locking himself in even before his knot was inside. He let his daughter take a moment to adjust to him and enjoyed the tense pressure her muscles were putting against his crown, “You’re doing well, girl,” he encouraged her, “You feel even better than what I could have imagined.” Yanja’s precum began to leak from her tip, dripping down her belly all the way to her heaving chest, the feeling of her father’s tip inside her was unbelievable, and yet at the same time, she felt ashamed, not wanting to admit how good he felt and how much she wanted him, her whole body was craving him so much she had to she wrap her legs around his waist to get closer to him.
Inch by inch Zaarko pushed more of his fat cock inside his daughter, emboldened by her soft whimpers and biting of her lip, her tunnel spreading slowly to accommodate his cock. Thrilled, Yanja saw how the girthy tip began to bulge her belly, slowly inching towards her. She moved her right hand over it and felt the firm crown inside her when pressing her fingers against it.
The High King chuckled, having pushed half of his cock in, “That’s enough groundwork, now comes the best part,” he smirked and pulled his member almost completely out, leaving only his tip in until he swiftly jerked his hips forward and drove his whole length without any warning. Yanja let out a high-pitched scream as Zaarko retreated again only to ram his cock in deep again and again. Yanja’s whole body jerked back and forth helplessly like a ragdoll in pace with the King’s pistoning as he succumbed to his feral senses. Zaarko’s eyes gleamed with sinister pleasure, his nails dug into the Princess’ skin and his breathing got harder. In his mind, there was nothing but the lust for his little princess and the need to pour his seed into her ripe womb load after load until it leaked out from her abused hole.
Yanja’s whimpers turned into loud cries and her whole body shook again when she came, her toes curled involuntarily and her legs trembled from the pulsating waves running through her muscles, another peak hit her as the King’s thrusting continued without any sight of stopping. When her eyes rolled back, the King demanded her to focus, to watch as he violated her hole with all of his might. Yanja’s limp hands and legs lugged weakly while her lower body was held up only by Zaarko’s sturdy arms. Every time she accidentally closed her eyes, the High King bellowed at her, he wanted her to see. Then another electrifying pulse ran through her spine, making her arch her back and at the same time, the King drove his whole length inside her breeding tunnel, this time pushing his swollen knot past her rim and locking himself in for good.
The outline of Zaarko’s cock visible beneath her skin disappeared as the first blast of cum filled her followed by another large load making her belly grow noticeably to the naked eye. The King roared with carnal need and plunged himself even deeper, releasing the third load of his potent seed straight into her womb.
“N-No…h…” Yanja managed to mumble between her gasps, her belly swelling more and more as her father’s seed stuffed her inner sanctum, she could feel his balls twitch against her rear, finally depleted. Zaarko collapsed to his knees and almost toppled over her, managing to catch himself before dropping his whole weight on her. Yanja’s small body shuddered as her pulsing rim still milked his throbbing cock, not allowing him to hold on to even a drop of his virile seed.
“Y-you need to pull out, I can’t have your baby,” she huffed only for the King to laugh at her.
“It’s already too late, love, your purity belongs to me now,” he stated with a wide grin on his sweaty face. The King’s lips brushed against the Princess’ neck, tasting her intoxicating sudor only secreted by likes of her and he kissed her breasts until they were sore, imagining how they would swell larger in the coming months. Yanja’s belly was twice its normal size, bloated by his cum and the High King chuckled at the sight, he would have to save his seed again if he wanted to fill her each time like that. The princess hadn’t begged for him like he had envisioned, forcing him to make plans for another visit.
Yanja’s guts ached from the tremendous girth still inside them, slowly the King began to pull out and the pressure of his knot hitting her rim from the inside made Yanja come again giving the King another chuckle. He pulled his white-stained sheath out and once his crown popped outside a gushing stream of seed followed it, deflating Yanja’s protruding belly back to its size.
“Don’t worry, my love,” the King purred, “I shall fill you again soon.”
Zaarko planted one final kiss on her lips and got up, “Tomorrow morning, before the rooster's crowing, I want you in my chambers,” he ordered tersely and got his clothes, leaving Yanja all alone, lying on the washroom floor, his seed still pouring out of her. The Princess had now been marked permanently as his and she could feel all her hesitations melt away. She belonged to him and only to him, a man she had never even imagined to claim her. She had been given a chance to explore her true self.
As the remains of her last climax slowly faded away making room for the cramping the rough sex had left behind, Yanja’s lips curled into a mellow smile. Tonight she would sleep well and make sure she would arrive at the first light in her father’s chambers.