The King and I
written by:
Belgarion10

The King and I

It was just after dawn when we rode into the small village of Ahgarton. It wasn't a very memorable place, just an ordinary little settlement nestled on the side of a valley by a fast-flowing stream. But it would turn out to be a memorable visit for the King and I.

"Who goes there?" said a guardsman, stepping out into the road before us, a rusty short sword held out in front of him.

"Lower your sword, villager," I commanded him, but the guard stood his ground. It was commendable and I wouldn't expect any less from any true man of our country, "My name is Lord Mors Greenhand, and I am the King's Herald."

The guard blinked, then his eyes flitted from me to the man on the white horse behind me. He took a long while to speak, during which the tip of his levelled sword wobbled and swayed. "So... This is the King?"

"It is," I spoke truly, and the guard lowered his weapon, "You may address him as Your Majesty only."

The guard finally sheathed his sword and took a deep gulp, "Your Majesty, I was only doing my duty to protect your humble village. I meant no offence."

King Rordan, Overlord and Protector of Bulmasia, the country in which Ahgarton was situated, trotted his charger up alongside my chestnut mare. "Kneel before your King," he commanded.

The guard dropped to his knees as though he had been struck over the head, "Your Majesty..." he breathed in fear.

Then Rordan laughed, a full, rich laugh which so suited his youthful, handsome looks. "Rise, my good man, and lead your King into your beautiful village."

The guard, who introduced himself as Brytt, took us down the muddy little road, over a small wooden bridge and into Ahgarton itself. There was little to see; it was a plain village, much the same as every other we had travelled through on our journey here. Finally, we reached the small village green at the heart of the settlement, and Brytt led us inside the largest building, a mill house perched right over the noisy stream. A stable boy took our horses to be fed and watered, while the guard looked for the miller, a man named Gottfrey who was the village's chief councillor.

Gottfrey came downstairs, dusting flour from his hands as he took to one knee and inclined his head to the King. I inspected the mill while the King told the miller to rise. It was a nice enough place, well kept and maintained. The miller's wife brought us drinks and food, and her husband proudly told us the history of the little village that he had been elected to lead.

When he had finished telling us all about the Ahgarton of today and it's frankly equally-boring past, he went silent, obviously wondering about the reason for our visit. The miller's wife had brought us several flagons of honey ale during our welcome and while it was making me tired, it had only seemed to make the King more and more talkative and open.

I had hoped he might be subtle and cautious in revealing the nature of our odd and unexpected visit to such an obscure part of the Kingdom, but Rordan's charming tongue ran away with him as usual.

"I am unmarried," he began, all serious in tone then he spoke more lightly, "And searching for a Queen, but not just any Queen. My court would have me marry some noble woman from another land to secure relationships and strengthen ties with our neighbours." The miller and his wife both nodded, all wide eyed and open mouthed, honoured to dine with the King. "However," Rordan continued, "I wish to marry for love, not for politics, and so I am searching my lands for the most beautiful lady I can find."

I took over, as Rordan could talk forever if he wanted. "A poet recently visited the King, and told us a story of when he passed through your village this summer past. He mentioned in particular a maiden of such beauty that he swears he could barely breathe when he was in her presence."

"The bard is married and loves his wife very much, but even a man of such nature was ensnared by her captivating looks," Rordan put to the miller, "She is fair of hair and has eyes so blue that they put the sky to shame. She is tall and graceful, like the most glorious willow tree, and when she opens her mouth, her voice is like the sweetest song of the angels..."

Rordan was so taken with the Bard's flowing words that I desperately hoped this girl lived up to the image painted by the tale. In our experience so far, they seldom did. The King had been searching for her perfect lady for over two years now, and although we had found some very beautiful women, he had yet to find one that he thought he thought fit to bear his children and the future rulers of Bulmasia.

The miller and his wife exchanged a glance, before the plump old woman spoke. "It sounds like you may be speaking about Arina, the vicar's daughter."

I was confused for a moment, because this little village didn't have a church, but the miller explained.

"He is the vicar of Hilltree, the town nearby," he said, seeing our perplexed looks, "but his family has a house here in Ahgarton. His wife grew up here and they like the village." Some people are easily pleased, I thought to myself.

Rordan pursed his lips in thought, "This is well," he said after a moment, "If she is the daughter of a clergyman then she must be of fine character. Would you direct us to an inn, so we can take rest for the night, and then we shall seek her out tomorrow?"

The miller was only too happy to take us there in person, a place called The Cross Keys, a ramshackle but homely little place. The innkeeper was as shocked as the miller had been, but delighted and proud to host the King and his Herald. When we were finally alone in the Inn's finest bedroom, King Rordan dropped all the formalities and became Rordy, my best friend since childhood, once again.

"What a shit hole," he chuckled as he flung himself out one of the two lumpy beds.

"I know," I agreed and sat myself opposite him, "You always bring me to the best places."

Rordy gave me one of his usual lop-sided grins, "You love it really. I'm sure this Arina will have a pretty friend, only too happy to bed the King's famous Herald, as per usual."

I shrugged, "Maybe, but she'd better be nicer than the last one." A month before we had stopped in a tiny hamlet at the other end of the kingdom, where the King had bedded a fine looking young girl called Manda. I had been forced to distract the girl's family while he had his fun, and at the end of the night I ended up with the girl's sister. Now Manda was pretty, dark haired and slim, but her sister was a monster. As fat as an ox and with a face to match, but when she wanted to go find Manda, I had no option but to kiss the girl. It was the only way to stop her insisting on going to the barn, which is where she rightly thought that Manda might be with the King. Unfortunately the kiss led to more, and a few minutes later I somehow found myself being ridden by the huge woman, like I was a racing horse and she was the world's biggest jockey. I went through with it, and gave her as good a time as I could bring myself to give with my somewhat reluctant cock, but I hadn't yet forgiven my King for putting me through such an ordeal.

Rordan laughed warmly, then stretched. "I am going to get some sleep. That ale was stronger than I thought, and I want to save my energy for tomorrow." He winked at me as he undressed, revealing his muscular and toned torso. "Hopefully, I'll need it if this young bitch is worth a fucking."

I blew out the tallow candles that illuminated the small room, and within just a few minutes I could Rordan snoring gently. I laid there, wondering what tomorrow would bring until finally sleep claimed me.

We woke early the following morning, and were treated to a hearty and indeed, tasty breakfast cooked by the Innkeeper's wife, a pleasant looking woman called Elayne, who I wouldn't have said no to if she offered me a roll in the hay. She had a twinkle in her eye, and a delightful turn of hip and bottom that I found it difficult not to stare at as she walked away.

The miller met us and took us to a small house with a glorious garden out front, on the outskirts of the village. "This is the vicar's place," he said, nodding at the little cottage, "I'll leave you to it."

I knocked on the door, and a short little woman opened it. She had honey coloured hair, all tied up in a bun on her head, and being of an age with me, I presumed her to be the girl's mother. She squinted at me disbelievingly like the guard had done when I told her who we were, but like the guard before her, when she saw the crest on his cloak, and the rings on his fingers, her eyes opened wide and she curtsied promptly.

"Your M-M-Majesty," she stammered, "What brings you to our humble home?"

Rordan stepped past me before I could speak for him, "Do you have a daughter?"

The vicar's wife nodded, "I have two children, a step-son and a daughter."

"By the name of Arina?" Rordan enquired, and when the woman nodded again he pushed on," Would you summon her to me?"

"I am so rude," the woman berated herself, "Keeping you on the doorstep like this. Please forgive me, and come inside. I will call Arina immediately."

We sat ourselves down in the small front room of the cosy little cottage, and a few minutes later the woman reappeared with two cups of mint tea. Then she disappeared again, only to return with a very sullen looking young man, who bowed deeply albeit reluctantly, but the King really wasn't interested in the young man enough to care about his flippancy. He only had eyes for the girl standing behind him.

Arina was indeed as amazing as the poet had so floridly described her to be. She was tall and slender, but had the perfect hourglass figure with an eye-catching swell of hip and breast. Her pale hair flowed in ringlets to her shoulders and beyond, and her face was as attractive as any girl I had ever set eyes upon. Her eyes were wide and a lovely light blue, and unusually for a girl as blonde-haired as Arina, her eyelashes were long and dark. Her mouth was a rosebud, blossoming into the most glittering smile as she curtsied before us. As she leaned forward, I tried to catch a glance down the neck of her light green summer dress, but it was too modestly cut to reveal anything more than a few inches of the bronze, sun-kissed skin of her throat and upper chest.

"Your Majesty," she addressed Rordan in a rich and throaty, yet musical voice, "It is an honour to be in your presence. How may I help you?"

I knew what Rordan wanted to say, and for once he kept his reply entirely diplomatic. "Would you walk with me?" he said lightly, "The day is a pleasant one, and I would enjoy your company, if you would be so kind to grant your King a tour of his village?"

She curtsied again, and told him that she would be delighted to do whatever he requested of her. I glanced at Rordan again, praying that he would hold his tongue in front of the girl's mother and step-brother, and as he returned the glance I was sure I saw a slight smirk and a wink, discreetly done for my eyes only.

"Would you mind if my Herald accompanied us?" said the King, "He is also my protector." Every one's eyes went to the sword at my waist. It was true, I was held in high regard around the world for my skills with a blade. I wasn't the King's Herald just because I was a good orator.

"Of course," smiled Arina, making her entire face light up, "I will show you the Glory Fields."

Rordan's eyebrows rose, "The Glory Fields? Where the Battle of Bulmasia took place?"

"The very same," she confirmed, "And where King Zanster fell." She looked down at herself suddenly, "Now, I must change my dress. I won't be a moment."

She wasn't long at all, no more than a few minutes. While we waited, we finished our cups of tea and I couldn't help but be irritated by Arina's little step-brother. He stood there staring at us both insolently, shuffling his feet and muttering under his breath. It was everything I could do not to berate him but I didn't want to upset Arina and spoil the King's chances of seducing her.

Luckily, Arina came back downstairs just as I felt my fists curling into balls, ready to knock the lad up the side of his head. She looked more a princess than a peasant. Most girls in this part of the world were dark haired, so Arina's almost white blonde hair made her special before you even noticed her exceptional beauty. She had changed into a crisp white cotton dress, which clung beautifully to her generous curves, her ideal shape emphasized by a dark belt around her tiny waist. It made her look even more attractive if that was possible, although it was buttoned right up to the neck, and much more modest than I would have liked. The skirts came down to her ankles, but as she strolled out with Rordan behind her, I saw a glimpse of a shapely ankle and pretty little sandals.

I kept a few steps behind them as we walked, looking around to see if we had any unwanted attention but the village seemed a friendly one, with few strangers watching us. People seemed to be able to come and go as they please here, which suited the King's plans perfectly. By the time we had been shown around the small village and so moved on to a walk by the stream, Rordan had her hand in his, and they walked merrily along talking and laughing like the best of friends. If Rordan had been younger, for he was ten years older than Arina, then a casual observer might easily have assumed them to be young lovers.

On our way through the town we had bought a small amount of food, and some bottles of locally brewed mead, which I ended up carrying. The day was bright and warm for the time of year, but this Autumn had been a fine season, one which should yield a good harvest, so the uphill stroll to the Glory Fields should have been enjoyable, but the warmth only made the picnic I was carrying seem that bit heavier.

When we finally broke clear of the woods that surrounded the village, I forgot about the heavy load and couldn't help but stop and gaze around at the natural beauty of the panorama before me. The Glory Fields were indeed that, just a huge square of meadows, surrounded on all sides by tall woodland trees, but the field was blanketed with the most glorious long, golden grasses and scarlet poppies decorated it like shiny red buttons on a bright yellow dress.

We waded out into the almost waist-deep grasses until we were midway across the meadow. The King and Arina sat on my cloak as I lay it out for them. I was going to give them a little space by sitting a short distance away, but Rordan stopped me as I dropped the food and drinks beside them.

"Where are you going? Sit down man," he patted the floor next to him, so I sat down, and Arina shuffled around to seat herself between us. It was all very correct and formal as we ate and drank, but as the mead started to flow, things began to loosen up a little. Sitting in the long grass created a suntrap type effect, and Arina started to complain of feeling hot.

"Undo a few of your buttons," suggested the King, "Let a bit of air to your chest."

"Are you sure?" Arina asked, trying to be modest as a girl should in the company of royalty.

"Relax," soothed Rordan. He had supped a good amount of the strong mead, and was in a boisterous mood, "If it makes you feel better, I will do the same." He had already removed his cloak, and now he unbuttoned his shirt almost to the waist, revealing his muscular chest. I saw Arina's eyes linger on his striking form for a moment, before she shrugged and undid her top button.

"Come on," chuckled Rordan, "I said relax. You can undo more than that." Arina blushed; a pink flush across her pretty cheeks. "Only if you want to," added the King, "You said you were hot and..."

"All right," interrupted Arina, obviously worried about giving the impression she had been offended, "I am very hot." She undid another two buttons, then paused and unbuttoned another two. The dress was now open midway to her belt, and it gaped open slightly in the gentle breeze to reveal an arousing amount of bronze cleavage.

"You are very tanned," I observed. I hadn't really spoken much until that point, but the mead was having an effect on me too. "I am guessing you don't always wear dresses so modest?"

Arina gave me another brilliant smile. "It has been a very hot summer," she explained, "So I and my step-brother come here a lot," she paused blushing before continuing, "We take off our clothes and splash in the stream, or just relax here in the fields."

"You take off... all... your clothes?" Rordan asked with a slight grin creeping on his face.

"Most... of our clothes," Arina said, then sighed again, "All right, sometimes we take off all our clothes. I don't know why I'm even admitting this to you, please don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry," I assured her, "Your secrets are safe with us. Rordan is your King after all. If you can't confess to your King, who can you place your trust in?"

Arina's face was as red as the poppies dotted around us. "That is well and good, thank you. We are only step-brother and step-sister after all, so it doesn't seem wrong to do what we do."

"I suppose," said Rordan, "We could all get naked now if you like? Make the most of this sunshine?"

Arina giggled, but declined. "You are very funny, your Majesty. I like you. You aren't at all how I thought you would be."

"I can already see more of you than is probably decent," the King pointed out. I looked at her chest and noticed that the dress was now open almost all the way to her belt. The white cotton gaped wide open, so that we could see her white corset, which was trimmed with lace. Her breasts were even larger than I had realised, held in by the tight undergarment, but now they were heaving as she laughed, causing them to almost spill free. Rordan continued, "And you can see my chest too." He removed his shirt altogether, and discarded it into the grass behind him which brought another giggle from the beautiful girl.

"Here you go," said Arina, hitching up her long skirts to show her lower legs. Letting them settle just above her knees, she wiggled her toes in her sandals and laughed. "I can't believe I am doing this in the company of the King!"

"You can do whatever you like in my company," purred Rordan. He was about to turn on the charm, I could tell, I knew him well enough to know when he was going to make his move. "Your step-brother is a lucky man. A very, very lucky man." Arina looked puzzled, so he explained, "To see you undressed? To be able to run free, naked, with you. I am most envious."

Arina cast her eyes down as her face went crimson once more. "It is because he is my step-brother, I..."

Rordan saved her further embarrassment by talking as she paused, "I haven't told you the reason I asked you for this walk, have I?"

Arina shook her head, "You said you would explain all when we got here."

"I did," Rordan stretched, showing off his arms and chest. Again I saw, Arina glance at him admiringly then look back at his face as he continued, "I am unmarried, and that causes my family and court great anxiety. So, I am searching the country for a woman who is beautiful both inside and out, and worth of being my Queen."

Arina stared at him as though he had grown two extra arms and legs. Then she put a hand to her heaving buxom, "Why...? Me...? But..."

"Relax," Rordan said casually, "I haven't decided anything, stop worrying." He chuckled and Arina allowed herself a little laugh, probably more from nervousness and relief than amusement.

"A poet visited the King recently, and has been spreading tales of your beauty," I told Arina and she nodded thoughtfully.

"I remember him," she said, "He played the harp. A friendly fellow, he brought and traded some spices that he had bought from the islands on his travels. Did he truly speak so highly of me?"

"It would be impossible to speak any higher of anyone," I said honestly, and I recounted the bard's story as floridly and passionately as I could. I was a good orator, after all, being the King's Herald.

When I had finished, Arina was fanning her face and breathing heavily, making her breasts swell even more so that I could see a hint of her nipples where they threatened to pop out of the corset imprisoning them.

"My goodness," she gasped, "That was so beautiful. I cannot believe that those words were about me."

"Indeed they were," said Rordan smoothly, "And I can see why he spoke so. Arina, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon."

"I..." Arina was lost for words, "I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you, your Majesty. Your words do me great honour, but if you are seeking a Queen, surely you deserve someone with noble blood."

"I care not for nobility," the King said honestly, "Only for beauty, both of skin and soul. Arina, you are sweating." Indeed she was, beads of sweat were on her forehead and across her upper chest, though it did nothing to spoil her attractiveness. Rordan swept out a hand and before she could react, he ran it across her buxom, wiping away the moisture. Arina trembled slightly at his touch, a tremor that I recognised as concealed excitement. I knew that Rordan knew it as such as well. He calmed her by brushing the sweat from her brow straight afterwards, making light of the previous gesture so as not to alarm her by his intimate touch a moment before.

"I am sorry," Arina apologized for perspiring. That she should be saying something so crazy was another indicator that the moment, aided by the influence of the mead she was still drinking, was having an arousing effect on her.

"You should take off your dress," the King suggested again, "Really, I have seen many, many women naked. Hundreds in fact, so it's nothing that would embarrass or offend me. Mors?" he addressed me, which made me jump for a moment, spilling some of my mead down my shirt.

"Oops," I chuckled, then stripped off my shirt, so that both Rordan and I were naked to the waist. "Yes, your Majesty?"

"Ah, that is a good idea. Perhaps Arina will be more relaxed now you are bare-chested too. I was going to suggest it," he cast me a sneaky wink of gratitude, "No, what I was going to ask you was if you would be offended if Arina here was to remove her dress?" I shook my head vehemently, and Rordan turned to Arina triumphantly, "See? Please, don't suffer so on our behalf."

Arina let out a sigh as she nodded in assent and unbuckled her belt. Both Rordan and I watched, captivated as she undid the remaining buttons on the dress, and took it off. Beneath it, she wore a corset and a pair of white smalls. She sat back down, and raised her knees to her chest to protect her modesty. When the King said "Relax," again, she slowly let her knees drop, and eventually allowed herself to stretch her legs out like they had been before.

I was mesmerized by the sight of her. Her legs were long and slender, the skin smooth and bronze. Her shoulders and upper torso were slight, too slight for her large bust really, and her arms were as graceful as the rest of her. Her sun-kissed skin complimented her wavy, pale blonde hair, which caught in the bright sunlight, glowing and shining like it was made of pure platinum. If I was asked to paint a vision of an Angel, she would look like Arina in that moment.

"Are you a virgin?" asked the King suddenly, breaking the silence in the most shocking way.

Arina stared at him, then giggled and taking my mead from me, she took a long swig before answering. "I am not, though that is another secret you must swear to keep." Another long swig, she would get very drunk if she kept that up, "You should not ask such questions of a lady."

Arina smiled to take the bite from the last bit of the sentence, but I had to interject as part of my duty. "The King can ask anything he wants from his subjects, and they must answer." I smiled too, to soften what I was saying.

"I did answer," she replied with a pout, "Do you want to know how? When?" The King nodded, and she recounted the story, slowly and hesitantly. "I have a friend called Bella. You may have seen or met her?" We both shook our heads and she continued, "Well, she is very pretty. Hair as black as night, and eyes to match, all the boys of the village stare at her wherever she goes. She is desired and she knows it. Well, Bella has a brother, Tomas, and he is as handsome as she is beautiful."

"Was it here?" the King guessed, and Arina nodded.

"I was with Tomas, and Bella with Niklas, my step-brother who you met earlier."

"Ah yes," I chuckled, "The happy and cheery young fellow back at your home."

"That would be Niklas," Arina laughed along, "Niklas is very protective of me. I think because we are close and we do the things we do, he thinks I belong to him. It is strange, but sweet all the same."

"You and Niklas, have you ever...?" Rordan choked slightly on his mead as he asked the question and Arina jumped into answer before he could ask what I knew he was going to ask.

"No. No!" she said, horrified, then her tone quietened, "Although I do let him look at me, but that is because he is so curious. Until that day with Bella and Tomas and I, up here in the fields, he had never seen a girl naked before. I don't mind him looking, he is my flesh and blood after all. I have explained what is what, and what does what."

"I see," said the King, his eyebrows raised again, "And how do you know 'what does what'?"

"I may have only slept with one boy," said Arina defensively, "But my friend Bella... she is not quite so choosy. She has been with most of the boys in the village, to be honest." She giggled and took another drink of the mead. "Because Niklas is so protective of me, she had to... distract him, while Tomas and I did what we did."

Rordan's eyebrows went even higher, and a friendly grin spread across his face, "She fucked him?" He laughed as Arina nodded, "And what did you do?"

"Tomas and I... fucked," Arina said, then took another drink as if to wash any traces of the bad word from her mouth.

"And did you enjoy it?" the King wasn't going to let up now, "Did he have a big cock?"

Arina was obviously shocked at Rordan's choice of language, but perhaps because I had told her that she must answer her King's questions, she tried to maintain her composure as she answered. Her excitement was obvious though, from the sweat that had reappeared on her brow and chest, the depth of her breathing and the way she was fidgeting slightly where she sat on the cloak.

"It was nice," she said, trying to consider what she said before she spoke, although I knew that the mead was loosening her tongue more than she realised, "And I think his... cock... was acceptable, but I have only seen three, his, Niklas's and my father's once, when I accidentally saw him and mother making love." She looked surprised that she had said the last part aloud. The mead was definitely taking a hold of her now. "So I am not that experienced with... cocks."

It was so charming how she struggled to match Rordan's choice of language. I found myself liking this girl more and more, and not only for her astonishing beauty. "The King has a very large cock, if you would like to see it," I joked. The game was almost over now, she would be his before long so there was no need to pussy-foot around. I saw Arina look me up and down as I spoke, and I stretched to show off my muscles. Although I did not have the youthful good looks of my King, due to my training as a soldier and daily sword-practice I had an even more muscular body than he. While my somewhat plain face did not attract too much attention from the female citizens of the capital, where the King held court, if I ever wanted a woman, I only had to train shirtless in the sword yard and before long I would have a small crowd of admirers. Of course, being the King's famous Herald helped me garner attention, but my body did its part too.

Arina didn't answer my question, so Rordan teased her further. "Yours is like a serpent, Mors. Don't be modest. Yes, mine may be a Dragon, but yours has pleased many a lady over the years."

"How do you know about each other's cocks?" Arina asked, bemused by our exchange.

"We are like brothers, Mors and I," said the King, truthfully, "We have shared many a night together."

I butted in, as although Rordan was playing around, Arina might not take it as such, "But not as lovers. The King means that we have often been in each other's company while with a lady."

"Or a number of ladies," the King laughed uproariously, "Oh, yes! We have shared quite some adventures together, my Herald and I. There are a few women who have known us both at the same time even."

Arina was open mouthed in shock, but also obviously curious about the King and his wicked ways. "At the same time?"

"Do you need me to explain?" Rordan offered.

Arina smiled but shook her head, "No, I think I can imagine." She giggled again. "I can't believe how funny you are, with you being the King and all. You are so... nice."

Again I could tell she was trying to keep her words tame, but the mead was making it difficult for her. Rordan decided to push it one step further.

"Nice enough to suck my cock?" he slipped down his trousers before she could answer, revealing his flaccid manhood to her. Rordan and I had been speaking truthfully about the size of our cocks, we were both fairly well-endowed, something for which I thanked God for, every night in my prayers.

"Oh!" gasped Arina, blushing again suddenly, then she giggled that sexy giggle again. "Put it away, you are so naughty for a King!"

"Relax," the King repeated. His favourite word. He stripped his trousers off altogether so that he was naked, then stood up and stretched. "Come on, let's get naked, like you do with your Niklas."

I knew the game, and took my breeches off also, joining him in his nakedness. Again, Arina's eyes took in my body, lingering on my cock for a moment before snatching them away when she saw me watching her. "You should do as your King asks," I reminded her, somewhat unfairly, but I wanted to see her naked as much as Rordan did.

"Very well, if you insist," Arina gave in, and turned so that I could help her with the hooks of her corset. My expert fingers took no time in releasing her from the restraint of the tight garment, and she let it drop to the floor. Still with her back to us, she slipped down her frilly, white small clothes, and then with hand covering her modesty and the other hand trying, unsuccessfully to cover her large breasts, she finally turned around to face us.

"Doesn't that feel better?" asked Rordan, "Come here." He stepped towards her, and pulled her hand from her tits, which swung into full view for the first time. I couldn't help but take a deep breath as I saw them. Larger than you would expect from her slim frame, they were perfectly round and firm as only young women's were. Her nipples were pale pink and puffy, erect from being exposed to the Autumn air, and the skin of her breasts was goose bumped likewise, which only served to arouse me further. I could feel my cock stiffening, and Arina noticed. I saw her glance downwards and when she returned her gaze to my face she had to suppress a smile.

"Your body is perfect," observed the King. His cock was hardening also, and Arina noticed that too, trying to look discreetly. The King pretended not to notice. "Sit down, let's finish our food and mead."

"I do feel much cooler now," she said as she took another drink. She had moved her hand from between her legs, and I looked at her pussy. A small tuft of honey coloured hair, darker than that on her head but still blonde, stuck out from the cleft of her thighs.

"I'm glad. See? I told you that you would feel much better naked," said Rordan to the girl but he glanced at me with a look on his face that told me he was going to go for it now, "So do you think our cocks are big?" he asked Arina.

She almost choked on the mead in her mouth, spluttering some of it out down her chin. "I... um... Well..." she looked down at Rordan's cock, now almost fully erect and sticking right up just past his belly button.

"Out of the ones you've seen," I asked, trying to help her, "Who had the biggest?"

Arina looked at me, her big, blue eyes bright, "Probably my father. His is maybe as big as yours, Mors. Then my step-brother's would be next biggest. Tomas definitely had the smallest one, although it felt nice when he made love to me," she took a breath and stared at Rordan's dick again, "But none as big as yours, Majesty."

Rordan laughed, a rich deep sound. "To be honest, I am inclined to think the same of your tits, Arina. I haven't seen many as big as those." She looked down at her bust and blushed again, but she didn't say anything, so Rordan leaned in close her. "If, in several months time, when I have finished searching the Kingdom, I was to come back here and ask you to be my Queen, what would you say?"

Arina's face was just inches from his, "How could any girl say no?" Rordan leaned further forward and Arina didn't pull away. She closed her eyes as they kissed, tentatively at first, but slowly becoming more passionate. The King's hands moved to her firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them and I had to admit I felt envious of him. I watched them for a moment, but just as I thought he was going to push her back and fuck her, he moved away again, leaving her open mouthed and gasping.

The King looked at my cock, which was still only hard-hard. "Come on, Mors!" he told me off, "What's up with you? Don't you find Arina attractive?" I saw Arina's eyes glance down at my dick and she smiled at the King's taunting words.

"Of course I do," I reassured her as her blue eyes met mine after a moment, "You are beyond gorgeous."

"Mors's cock gets a bit bigger than what it is now," Rordan insisted to Arina, "Almost as big as mine. Maybe you should suck it for him?" She looked at him for a moment, trying to judge if he was joking with her or not, but I knew Rordan and he wasn't joking.

I adjusted my position so that I was sitting up but facing her, and I parted my legs to give her better access. Arina realised that the King wanted her to do this, and as I had reminded her, she had to obey her King. I hadn't expected any of this, the King usually made me leave him once he had seduced one of his girls but this time, he seemed to be feeling generous. Arina moved forward, leaning right over so she could take me in her mouth, but she hesitated as she took my semi-erect cock in her hand.

I remembered her relative inexperience and asked her gently, "Have you done this before?"

Arina shook her head as she looked up at me, "Tomas wanted me to but I daren't. However, I did watch Bella do it to Niklas, and I once saw my mother doing it to my father," she took a deep breath, "So I will try."

"Do what comes naturally," I said encouragingly and then sighed in pleasure as she put her lips around the end of my dick, "Oh, yes. That's it." I put my hands in her wavy pale hair, and pushed her head down gently until she eventually engulfed me, then I began to bob her up and down my rapidly stiffening cock.

After a moment, I heard and felt her moan softly around my penis in her mouth and I looked over her back to see Rordan's hand moving between her legs from behind. Arina wiggled her backside slightly, in response to what he was doing, and then she lifted her face clear from my cock to speak. At first, I thought she was going to complain at the King feeling her pussy, but she didn't.

"Am I doing it properly?" she asked me.

"Perfectly," I said, easing her head back down as she smiled happily at me.

"She's so tight," Rordan commented, so I knew he was fingering her from behind. Arina giggled around my now fully-hard cock. "I don't even know if I could get my dick inside you, Arina."

Arina broke away from slurping up and down my cock to speak again but ignored the King, "You're not going to squirt in my mouth, are you? Niklas did it in Bella's mouth and she was nearly sick." She laughed, and then looked over her shoulder at Rordan, holding my erection in her fist. "Mors is maybe a little bigger than my father, but still not as big as you, Majesty."

"Ha ha! Poor Mors!" the King laughed out loud at me. "Mors? I can't tell you how much I like this girl. Beautiful and witty, a wonderfully rare combination!" As he spoke I could see his arm begin to rock back and forth, and from the way Arina began to groan I knew he was finger-fucking her.

"And even better, she knows how to suck a cock," I panted. For an inexperienced girl, Arina was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had enjoyed in some time.

"I will try that out shortly, but I think first I will see if my dick will fit in such a tight pussy," Rordan announced. Arina stopped sucking for a moment and turned to me, a look of indecision on her face.

"Your King is going to fuck you now," I told her in no uncertain tone. Arina nodded, but didn't take me back into her mouth straight away. She was maybe worried about the King's large cock entering her.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, now obviously embarrassed and nervous.

"Not a bit," I reassured her, although I wasn't sure. Rordan's manhood had been a bit too much for some girls in the past. Not all women enjoyed bigger dicks.

Rordy moved right behind her, and I leaned forward over Arina so I could see him enter her. He pointed his thick cock at the entrance to her lightly haired cunt, and then eased forward.

"Aaaah," the gorgeous blonde girl moaned softly, as Rordan slid into her, "Ooooh!" I offered her my cock, pressing it against her lips until she began to suck me again, as Rordan slowly started to screw her, in and out, deeply and steadily at first, allowing her to get used to his length. She continued to moan sexily, while she sucked on my ever-hardening dick. "So, Your Majesty," I asked him, "Is she nice and tight?"

"Like you would not believe," Rordan said through gritted teeth as he started to work her properly from behind. I looked over her smooth back, covered with scattered curls of her golden hair, astonished at the sight of such a beautiful young woman being fucked at either end, like some cheap tavern whore. As Rordan began to grip her hips harder and fuck her faster, Arina started to groan around my dick, and I tangled my hands in her hair so that she couldn't stop sucking me.

After a while of screwing her like this, Rordan rolled Arina over on to her back. She giggled as he turned her over, then he lay on top of her in the long grass and began to fuck her again. It was too difficult for her to suck me with Rordy above her, so I just stood and watched while he ploughed into her pussy with increasing vigour. I could tell Arina was going to come, her face and breast were flushed pink and her legs and arms wrapped around his back ever tighter until finally her closed eyes opened wide as her orgasm hit her.

"Oh, my...." she wailed. Her entire body tensed and Rordan paused for a moment until she ceased trembling and finally relaxed, then he began to pump into her once more. The King's thrusts were fast and frantic, causing Arina to have to clutch on to him for dear life as he rode her, then suddenly he lifted himself clear of her, his throbbing cock popping from her with a wet noise.

"Oh fuck!" he said through gritted teeth, and he came. Arina looked downwards as his manhood pulsed, spewing streams of white cum all over her lower belly. The last few drips of it fell downwards on to her puffy cunt, and she touched it with her fingers, playing with it and causing her to giggle again.

"It's sticky," she observed, "I'm all messy, like Bella was with the guards last week." I looked at her with raised eyebrows, so she explained, "I told you Bella is a naughty girl. She had some fun last week with the guards in the barracks. They all shot their stuff on her belly and boobies."

I made a mental note to seek out this Bella when we got back to the village, then turned my attention to Rordan, sitting in the grass next to Arina, while he got his breath back.

"She looked like a good fuck, Your Majesty." Rordan nodded, so I continued, "Good enough to be your Queen?"

"Certainly pretty enough," Rordan smiled, "And a most excellent tumble too. As far as being my Queen, we'll have to see." Arina sat up next to him, smiling at him in turn.

"You were an excellent tumble as well, Your Majesty," she grinned, "Can we do it again? Are you ready for some more yet?"

Rordan looked down at his wilted manhood, lying asleep on his thigh. "I'm afraid not, not yet at least. I'm sure Mors would be pleased to fuck you though, if you want some more?"

Arina looked at me, chewing on her lip with uncertainty. "I don't want you to think I'm a slut though, Your Majesty?"

"I wouldn't think you a slut," Rordan reassured her. "In fact, I would value Mors's opinion on how good you are."

"All right," she looked me then with those big blue eyes. The sun was a little lower in the sky, and was shining right behind her. The way it glowed in her hair made it look like she had an Angelic halo about her head. She was certainly beautiful enough to be an Angel. "How do you want me?"

It didn't take a lot of thought. "Ride me," I told her, sitting down with my cock standing upwards. Arina licked her lips, presumably from nervousness, but she stood and then moving over me, crouched down until my cock was pressing on her pink pussy lips. "That's it," I encouraged her, and she lowered herself down until inch by inch, I slid inside her. She moaned in pleasure when she finally had my entire length inside her, and then I pulled her towards me and kissed her full lips.

I didn't have to give her any instruction, Arina began to move her hips backwards and forwards, rocking in rhythm to my own movements. She broke away from the kiss to groan in pleasure, and I gazed at her as she rode me with increasing abandon. Rordan was sat next to me now, watching her while trying to tease his spent penis back to life.

Arina's plentiful breasts were swinging as she bounced up and down my stiff shaft, and I couldn't help but to cup them with my hands, rubbing and then pinching the stiff pink nipples between my fingers and thumbs. That only caused her to whimper even louder, and sensing that she was about to orgasm again I began to match her movements with my own upwards thrusts. I could feel the tip of my dick hitting the deepest part of her cunt, but she didn't stop or slow down, instead she began to fuck me ever more frantically.

Then Rordan tapped me on the shoulder. He didn't say anything as I glanced at him, he just indicated with his eyes towards my left and I looked at what he was trying to hint at. Standing no further than perhaps twenty feet away from us was Arina's step-brother. At first I was startled, but then I noticed that Niklas had his own dick out and was masturbating himself, furiously fast. He had obviously been watching us but right at that moment his eyes were closed, and his face turned upwards as he pumped his cock.

I decided to give him a bit of a show. I shuffled around slightly, so that Arina was turned away from him slightly, and then I pulled her face down to kiss me again. She lay down on top of me as we kissed passionately, and as we made love I eased her legs apart, pushing hers with mine so that young Niklas had a clear view of her pussy, and my cock sliding in and out of it. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was watching us now again, but had slowed down in his working of his prick, perhaps not wanting to cum just yet.

I decided to see if I could provoke some sort of amusing reaction from him, and so I reached over Arina's backside, cupping her buttocks in my hands and holding on to them I began to thrust upwards into her. She liked that, matching my upwards movements with downward ones of her own, so that our groins rubbed together hard every time I sank deeply inside her. Then I reached to the side slightly and ran a finger between her buttock cheeks. Arina didn't even notice, so intent was she on my cock inside her, so then I ran a finger lightly over her tight little asshole.

She twitched slightly, but Rordan told her to trust me and enjoy it. "Mors is an expert lover," he said softly, giving me a sly wink as he spoke. Arina looked at him and then nodded, a look of trust in her eyes. I pressed the finger harder against her asshole, causing her to tense slightly but then as my finger slid up her anus, she relaxed slightly as she realised it didn't feel so bad. I pushed the finger deeper, still fucking her from underneath so that the feeling of my cock inside her and my groin rubbing against her clit might distract from the slight discomfort of my finger sticking deep into in her ass. Hooking my finger inside her in this way, I began to pump her hard from underneath, causing Arina to grunt as my cock hammered deeper and deeper into her. The finger in her butt hole was joined by another, and using my two fingers to hold her like this I screwed her as hard as I could.

I looked sideways at Niklas again, being careful not to alarm him. His eyes were wide as he watched the rough treatment of his gorgeous, naked step-sister.

"Do you like that?" Rordan asked Arina, "Do you like being fucked hard?"

"Yes," said Arina breathlessly, "Yes, I like it."

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass now," I told her, and when Arina didn't say anything, I pushed her off me and rolled her on to her back once more. She looked at me, but she wasn't really there, she was lost in the ecstatic high of our love making. The young, innocent Arina was gone. This was a girl who just wanted fucking. I lifted her long, slim legs up over my shoulders and pointed the end of my cock at the tight bud of her asshole. Her pussy was so wet that my dick was already lubricated and it slid into her butt without too much resistance. Arina's body tensed as I entered her ass for the first time, but once I had slid myself deeply into her she relaxed and sighed out loud. By the time I was stroking in and out of her, her hand had made its way to her clit, and was rubbing the sensitive bud in time with my thrusts.

Rordan joined in the fun once more, moving in front of me. "Suck my balls," he commanded the young girl and to my surprise Arina opened her mouth and began to kiss his testicles as he lowered them against her face. As she started to play with them with her tongue, sucking and licking, Rordan looked over his shoulder at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen.

I couldn't begin to imagine what Niklas thought as he watched his step-sister being treated in this way. Rordan was rubbing his balls all over her face, as I pumped her arse full of cock, and then things got even dirtier, if that was at all possible.

"Lick my arse," Rordan said, lifting his balls clear of her face with his hand. His cock had still been dribbling spunk, and I could see traces of it around her mouth and on her cheek. Arina hesitated for a moment, but as he squatted against her face, she obligingly licked first around his ass hole, and then began to lap against the hole itself. "Fuck! That feels good!" Rordan gasped.

It was too much for me. I pulled out of her, just in time, as my cock exploded and my hot cum shot all over her belly, tricking down into her fluffy blonde pubes and oozing over her ravaged pussy lips.

"Stick your tongue right in," said Rordan, his hand pumping on his now stiff again cock as she licked his arsehole. I watched for a moment, and then I picked my cloak and clothes up and wandered away from them to dress. I deliberately walked into the woods at the edge of the meadow in the opposite direction of where Arina's step-brother was still stood watching and wanking, but once I entered the cover of the trees, I dressed and ran around the edge of the meadow until I was directly behind him. Then stealthily I crept up on young Niklas, and grabbed him, clamping a hand over his mouth before he could cry out in alarm.

"Hush," I said quietly in the struggling youngster's ear. "I mean you no harm." I waited until Niklas quietened down and stopped fighting me, before speaking again. "We will watch the rest together, but you will stay quiet throughout. If you don't, I will kill you and feed your body to the boars that live in this forest. No one will ever know what happened to you. Do you understand?"

Niklas had gone completely still now, and he nodded after a moment. I noticed his dick has wilted from fright.

"Very good," I said softly and slowly released him.

"What do you want?" he asked, a wild look in his eyes.

"Your silence," I told him. "If you ever say a word of what happened here, if you ever betray the King's confidence and tell a soul of what you have seen here, I will find you and kill you."

"I won't say a word," he said straightaway, "I promise. I'm sorry, I was just looking for Arina and found you here..."

"It's all right," I whispered, "I don't blame you for watching. She is very attractive, your sister."

"Step-sister," he corrected, "And I wasn't watching," he insisted, "I was just making sure you didn't hurt her."

"So that's why you were tossing yourself off like there's no tomorrow?" I asked with a smile on my face, to take the sting out of the comment.

Niklas realised his dick was still hanging out of his breeches, and he hurriedly began to fumble with his laces, trying to put himself away. I stopped him. "Look, it's all right if you want to watch. In fact, you should watch. Watch and learn."

Niklas's eyes were still bright and as big as melons. I saw him look at what his step-sister and the King were doing now. Hard again, Rordy was taking his turn to fuck her up the arse now, hard and fast and Arina was bucking away beneath him, moaning out loud in pure pleasure.

"Look, your dirty little sister is getting fucked up the shit hole," I taunted Niklas, "And she loves it. I bet you would like to do that to her, wouldn't you?"

"No!" he insisted again, "She's my step-sister!"

"And that is very wrong," I agreed, "For watching like a dirty pervert, I should make you fuck her," I didn't intend to follow through on the threat, I was just having a bit of fun with the kid, "As a punishment, but it's not much of a punishment, is it? Getting her to fuck her, she's beautiful after all."

"I'm sorry," whimpered the youngster, "I'll do anything. Anything you want."

I laughed, "I'm not gay," I said softly. "No, listen. Just keep your mouth shut and you'll be fine. Look at them, Niklas. She's going to cum." I was right, Arina tensed up and cried out again with another fierce orgasm. "That's how you fuck a girl. Watch and learn," I told him.

Niklas's cock was hard again, I noted as we watched Rordan fuck Arina in a couple more positions. "You can wank yourself, if you like." I told him, and Niklas reluctantly took himself in hand once more. Finally, Rordan gave Arina one last massively deep thrust from behind, then pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her back and bottom. The two of them collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor, and I realised it would be time to head back to the village in a moment.

It was time to sort young Niklas out for his inappropriate behaviour. Sure, Arina was as bad as he was, with their naked frolics in the meadows, but I still thought he should be taught a small lesson, for spying on the King having sex if not for impropriety of watching his step-sister. I pushed him towards the King and Arina.

"What are you doing?" he hissed at me, then closed his mouth as I put my hand to my sword hilt, and drew out an inch of shining steel.

"Go," I told him, then as he scrabbled to put his dick away, "Leave it. Go now!" Niklas shuffled forward slowly, so I put my hand in his back and shoved him roughly until he stumbled into the little clearing, right next to his naked, startled step-sister.

"Niklas?" she gasped, "What are you doing here?" Arina was so shocked, she made no attempt to cover herself.

Niklas looked at me, and then groaned when he realised he had to answer truthfully or answer to my sword. "I was watching," he mumbled ashamedly, "I'm sorry."

"Your tail is out," Arina observed, "And it's hard. Were you...?"

Of course, Niklas could have chastened his step-sister right back, for screwing the King and his Herald, but he said nothing. He just shrugged, looking embarrassed and humiliated.

"Tsk, tsk," tutted the King. "I think the least you could do is give Arina a show. You know, to even things up?"

Niklas looked puzzled, so I elaborated. "Obey your King," I stormed, "Wank yourself off. Now!" The youngster looked at me with an almost pleading look on his face.

"Go on," Arina said, "You had better do what you are told." Niklas's cock wasn't quite limp, but it had softened a lot with the humiliation of the situation. He took himself in hand and began to stroke it, but it didn't harden much if at all. "Does this help?" purred Arina, opening her legs and showing him her ravaged pussy. Her body, cunt and golden pubes were matted with cum, and her clit was still swollen with arousal, but she still looked every inch a glorious Goddess. Niklas's eyed widened slightly, and he nodded reluctantly.

"And this?" said Arina, beginning to rub her clit gently with one slender finger. It was shocking to see her tormenting her step-brother in this way, but I knew she was only doing this to help him get out of a tight spot.

"Aw hell," muttered Niklas. His dick was hard and proud again, and he was pumping his fist up and down it, unable to take his eyes of what Arina was doing to herself.

"Did you enjoy watching?" she teased, "Did you see them fuck me? They even fucked me up the ass."

"Aw, no, stop," pleaded Niklas, but his step-sister carried on, even sliding a finger inside herself.

"It felt so good, their lovely big cocks inside me," said Arina, "Even better than when Tomas fucked me. You watched then, didn't you? I saw you, playing with yourself that time too, but I didn't mind because Bella was with you and I knew she would get horny and then fuck you." Niklas had been edging forward and was standing right in front of his step-sister now as he fingered herself and taunted him.

"When we get to the village I will find this Bella and you can watch while I fuck her," I said to Niklas, "You can even join in if she is willing. Would you like that? I will show you how to fuck a woman properly."

"And I will fuck the King again, if he pleases," Arina said, looking hopefully at the Rordan, who nodded in answer, "We can all watch each other while we make love."

"Can I fuck Bella up the ass?" Niklas asked, his wanking hand furiously beating his cock.

"If she is willing," I said, "Of course."

"Oh, she will be," giggled Arina, "Little step-brother - you are in for a treat!"

"Aw, no!" muttered Niklas then, just as he came. His stiff cock seemed to almost bounce in his hand, pumping out glob after glob of thick, white cum. He tried to step backwards, but it was too late. His spunk shot forward, spraying all over his step-sister's tits, some spraying further and landing on her face. "I'm sorry," he apologised but Arina just giggled, and wiped it off.

"It's all right," she chuckled, "I'm already covered in it anyway."

Niklas was obviously embarrassed, so I patted him on the back after he had finished milking the last few drops out of his shrinking manhood. "Put it away son, and let's all get cleaned up." The sun was sinking almost below the tree line now, making our shadows long with the lateness of the day. "We had better be thinking about getting back to the village, and getting you two home."

The King agreed, and so I gave Arina my undershirt to mop off the spunk that covered her. Just as the sun's brightness disappeared below the tree tops, we were all ready for the walk back to the village and the promising evening yet to come.

I couldn't wait to meet Bella...