A Fairy Tale for Big Girls – 3. chapter

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He entered his chamber as soon as Martin told him the girl was ready.

She stood in the center of the room, waiting with a stone-set face. Dressed in light evening garments, the air smelled of bath oils and fragrant oils.
“I warned you not to test my patience,” he said calmly as he came to stand beside her. “I told you you wouldn’t succeed. Though I can’t deny your cleverness.”
She looked at him.
“Will I be allowed to leave after this?”
He frowned.
“Absolutely not.”
She straightened her head and stared straight ahead again.
“But if you behave, perhaps I can arrange for you to like it here with me.”
She rewarded his effort with a contemptuous smirk and silence.
“Perhaps you won’t want to leave me,” he went on, waiting for her to react somehow, but nothing happened.

He unfastened her dress and let it fall to the floor. She remained standing naked, blushed, and turned her gaze away.

He watched her for a moment. She seemed very fragile. And in this moment, frightened as well.
With his enormous hand, he gently stroked her face.
“I don’t want to hurt you. They say I’m an attentive lover. You’ll enjoy it.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“I would rather choose for myself.”
“Ah. A king isn’t good enough for you? You’d rather have drunks and filthy soldiers from the local taverns?” he taunted insultingly.

She answered him with silence. He did not let it unsettle him and ran his palm over her shoulders and down to her breasts. Her blush deepened and she closed her eyes. It pleased him when her young body responded. He bent down and began to please her nipples with his tongue. She sighed and swayed. He caught her in time, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. He liked touching her. And it surprised him that she was clearly ashamed. She turned her gaze away and tried to evade his touch. He returned his tongue to her nipples, savoring her sighs. He tried to spread her legs, but she would not allow it. He hesitated. Slowly, he stood and began to undress, watching her. She looked at him somewhat stiffly as he took off his shirt. Shoes, trousers, then he straightened, naked and aroused. Her pupils widened and she held her breath. He smiled and returned to her.
“Don’t be afraid, little one,” he soothed her, stroking her. He was aware of how large he was compared to her small body. “You’ll see. It will work.”

This time he did not let her resistance stop him. He forced her legs apart and lay between them, pressing himself against her and forcing contact. She placed her open palms against his abdomen and tried to push him away. He did not relent.

“Touch me,” he urged.

She hesitated.

He gently took her hand and guided it lower. She tried to pull away for a moment, but when he did not release her, she yielded and did as he wanted.

He sighed with pleasure, meeting her touch. He continued stroking and kissing her body. Still, she remained tense. He moved her hand aside and pressed closer. She flinched and tried to pull away.

“Shhh. Be calm. Don’t be afraid,” he whispered into her ear. He slid his hand between her thighs and began to touch her. He did not push his fingers inside her, only teased gently.

Slowly, she began to grow wet, but she caught his hand.

“No. I don’t want this,” she said, pushing him away.

He allowed it.

“Is your plan simply to endure it until I am finished?” he asked bluntly.

She did not answer.

“Forget it, little one,” he said, shaking his head. He freed his hand from hers and placed it back between the soft hair. She sighed as he continued to stroke her with the pads of his fingers, speaking as he did.

“I don’t care what you are used to. With me, you will enjoy it too.”

She sighed, yet still said,

“I doubt that, my lord.”

That stirred his vanity. He pressed more firmly with his fingers and focused solely on stimulating her most sensitive place, doing nothing else. She tried to move away, then to stop his hand. He allowed neither and continued.

He smiled in satisfaction when, after a while, she took a pillow and buried her face in it. It was only a short moment after that before her body arched in a convulsive wave of pleasure.

He smiled in triumph and gave her a few minutes.

Then he pressed his pelvis between her thighs again, waited until she looked at him, and smiled encouragingly. Exhausted and still dazed, she did not resist as he tangled his hand in her hair and lifted her hips slightly with the other. He pressed a kiss to her lips, held her in place, and thrust into her swiftly.

In that instant, two things happened at once. He realized he had met resistance inside her and had overcome it roughly, and the girl beneath him cried out in pain.