The King Takes His Privilege

A long time ago...

Lizzette was without doubt one of the most beautiful girls King Alec had ever seen. Over the years he had certainly seen many who were very beautiful, but this one seemed exceptional. While out in the provinces one morning he caught the aroma of freshly baked bread, and spying the nearby bakery, made his driver stop the coach. He entered unannounced. She was bent down, stocking a display case and turned the other way. As she turned and looked up, he saw her eyes and for a moment it was as if the world had stopped.

"Lizzette!" Her father called her name from the back, an urgent tone in his voice. Perhaps he knew the King had just entered and had an inkling what it might mean. But it was too late. He had seen her. In an instant there was simply no question. He had to have her. She saw his retinue behind him and she also knew it, only moments after he did. She knew it from the fire in his eyes, and because he did not look away. Yet, even though he was her King, and many years her senior, Lizzette also did not look away.

They stood in silence that seemed to stretch into infinity, until the King spoke. "Good morning, Miss. Your bread smells absolutely divine. One whiff and I simply had to come in. Do you think I might have a taste?"

"Of course, sire. It would be my pleasure to serve you."

Alec took a seat and watched her graceful hands cut a slice off a loaf and present it to him. Her downy forearms, her wrists, her tiny fingers, all moved together with a grace that completely enchanted him. He looked up again at her eyes. They were big and brown and endlessly warm. Her smile was soft and pleasing. Her hair shone like silk. Her lips were full and inviting. He was taken with her completely, at second glance even more firmly than the first.

She handed him the piece of bread and he closed his eyes to savor the taste, but as he did so, his mind's eye was entirely full of her. He inhaled deeply. "Delicious." He opened his eyes to gaze directly into hers. "Wondrously delicious."

She giggled, embarrassed because she felt it. The taste of the bread was not the only thing that had delighted him.

"How old are you my dear?"

"I'll be 18 tomorrow, sire."

"Perfect."

And then her father appeared beside her, bowing and scraping and being obsequious, monopolizing the conversation as he sent her to the back. The King bought five loaves.

"The girl in the shop," he told his man as soon as they got back into the coach. "Have the lawyers draw up the papers and send someone back here tomorrow. I wish to claim her."

"Certainly, sire."

It had been several months since King Alec last made a claim, but his men knew better than to second guess or contradict him in such matters, even when his decision might seem sudden and capricious. He seldom asserted his rights, but when he chose to, there was no dissuading him.

Lizzette was so captivatingly beautiful, in the coach Alec closed his eyes again, still drunk on her wine. His cock got hard as he contemplated the pleasures that would await them, together.

The King's men returned the next morning. Lizzette and her father were in the shop, as was their usual, but both were nervous. They had no notice, but the arrival of the royal emissaries was not a complete surprise, to either of them, even though they had not spoken of it.

"Lizzette Barbeau, it is my great honor and privilege to inform you that under the powers granted by The Sovereignty Act, his Royal Highness, King Alec II, has exercised his rights of droit de seigneur to lay claim to the benefits of your affections. Congratulations, young lady, your every need will be provided for. As you are no doubt aware, this is a very great honor. Your family will be more than justly compensated. You are to accompany us at once."

"But what of my things?"

"You may make a list of personal effects or items of sentiment. We will send someone to retrieve them. But as stated, your every need will be provided for. You will have the finest in clothes, food, every type of care."

"I knew it," her father said. "I knew it at once when he was in here yesterday. I saw it in his eye."

"Yes, father, you were right."

"It is not what I dreamed for you. It may not be what you dreamed for yourself. But do us proud, Lizzette. Do us proud." He kissed her forehead.

She kissed his cheek. "I shall, father." Lizzette was a good girl and a dutiful daughter. She was apprehensive, but resolved. She got into their carriage and left with the men as she'd been told.

A young girl dreams. And then she sets aside those dreams, and sets her sights on dreams that seem more within reach, more realistic. Lizzette had many romantic notions when she was younger, but as she had grown older, they were tempered by the knowledge of what most men really wanted from her, what they desired, what they valued. Her wit, her talents, her character, all these were not without value, but in the minds of men they certainly seemed to run secondary to the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the treasured prize she kept between her legs. Like moths to a flame they were drawn to her, especially over these last two years, flittering and crashing senselessly in pursuit of something she guarded jealously and would not let them obtain.

But now, without even meaning to, she'd drawn the biggest moth of them all, the King himself. But he would not be crashing senselessly. No. He would have what he wanted from her, and she would give it, of that there could be no doubt. That certain knowledge both scared her and thrilled her as she rode in the King's carriage to begin her new life in the palace as the King's concubine.

Her virginity would be given to the King. There was no dishonor in it. She would not be queen, nothing like that. The queen had a formal role in affairs of state. She was old. The King too was old, although still fit, still virile. At 48 he remained very much a man in full. When the monarchy had been invested the High Council was realistic. They knew that a man, especially a very powerful man, would have needs, and it was not reasonable to think the needs of such a man could all be met by one woman.

Rather than slinking and skullduggery it was thought that when the King sought to meet his needs he should be able to do so forthrightly, entirely on the up and up, and so, when then young King Alec requested it, the ancient right of droit de seigneur was revived.

Yet this right was not given lightly and not to be abused. Every woman so chosen was to be fully provided for, her family compensated generously, if not lavishly. For every woman so chosen, to comply was her patriotic duty. Access to her body was a small price to pay for the good of her country, so that the King could attend to affairs of state with a clear head and not have to worry about the complications and deceits that might surround base pursuits.

Lizzette could be assured that she herself would be treated very well. And one day, when her time of service was concluded, she might return to her family in a position of respect. If not returned, it was not uncommon that former concubines of the King were married to men of high position in the government, or to foreign ambassadors or wealthy businessmen. To be the concubine of the King could be very much a stepping stone. One advantage of being chosen while still so young was that she might still be within her peak of desirability when the King finally grew tired of her.

Of course there was also another possibility, that she might give birth to the King's child. Children born to concubines were eligible for the line of succession. Their country's monarchy was not strictly bound to the children of the Queen. Although the Queen's children were given first consideration, if they were found to be unfit, or any of the secondary progeny had especially high aptitude or suitability, the High Council had the power to select one to rule instead, upon the King's passing.

Only one thing was certain. Her old life was behind her now. Her new life was beginning.

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King Alec II believed himself to be a just Lord, both merciful and fair. Throughout all his lands, and amongst all his subjects his reputation bore this out. For 31 years now, since first ascending the throne at age 17 upon the death of his father, his people had lived in peace. No invaders threatened. The gods blessed them, for the most part, with timely rains to water their fertile soil. Crops yielded well. The woods were full of game. Merchants prospered.

In all modesty it must be said that this bounty was due in no small part to Alec's wise administration. Neighboring lands, beset with strife among their rulers, had fared far worse. Everyone knew this to be true, and anyone fair-minded must acknowledge it.

Was it wrong for such a ruler to ask in return that he be allowed to claim an ancient privilege as his right? Most thought not, and that is why the High Council granted it. Yet there are some who say it is manifestly unfair, a relic of a bygone era. In making the request, Alec put it thus:

"I ask little. I do not tax the people unfairly. Other rulers are not so generous, and live in palaces far more opulent than mine, despite the comparatively greater wealth of my lands. By what right, what measure of justice would you seek to deny me something so comparatively minor? My needs are simple. My weakness is well-known, a susceptibility to the charms of the fairer sex. I ask that I be granted this right as my just reward, and if so granted I give my solemn promise to use it judiciously, and not to excess."

And so the High Council granted to His Royal Highness, King Alec II, the ancient droit de signeur, or right of the lord. Through exercise of this right, Alec may compel any female under his realm to become his concubine.

There are rules. This power is not unconstrained. This is not prima nocta. In common cases compensation equal to at least five times the annual prevailing wage for her station must be paid to the lady's family. And the lady, of course, is returned to her husband or family unharmed at the conclusion of her service to the King.

It must be said that claiming a lady on her wedding day, or after she is married, although technically allowed, is considered to be in very poor form. Alec had only once made such a claim.

If a child results through the lady's contact with the King, then it was in practice, because of the child's position in the line of succession, nearly inevitable that the lady should welcome it.

It must also be said that by law the droit de seigneur would apply equally in the case of a reigning Queen, should the succession deliver a female ruler, although this eventuality had never, as of yet, occurred.

It is considered a great honor to a woman and her family to be chosen to serve the King in this way. Many women offer themselves, usually indirectly but sometimes not. Fathers (and mothers) have been known to offer their daughters. A few have even sent portraits, advertising the girl, showing her off to what they believe is her best advantage. On rare occasion nude portraits have been sent. When bored the King will sometimes peruse the offerings, but in most cases he prefers to select someone he has encountered in person, in the flesh, so to speak.

By law, any female over the age of eighteen may be claimed. A married lady may be claimed for only one night, after which time she is returned to her husband, that is, unless the King desires she remain his for longer, and the lady in question also agrees to remain, in which case her marriage is considered dissolved. By law the King is allowed no more than twelve concubines at any one time. Currently, King Alec has only nine.

When he was younger, King Alec exercised his rights more frequently, even sometimes to the maximum limit of twelve. But in recent years he had drawn upon the ancient right less often. He took more comfort in the repeated contact with established courtesans or concubines, those who knew him and whom he knew well. With age he had become less enchanted with the thrill of the new. He'd found that with the new, his expectations were often not met, despite the program of instruction he had put in place for them.

This new girl, the baker's daughter, had really struck him. He could not remember how long it had been since he had been stricken so suddenly and so deeply. He reflected on her for a long time while sitting in his carriage after their first meeting. He had a strong feeling she was not merely naive and innocent as many young girls are. She seemed pure and good. It wasn't her (he assumed) virginity. In truth, he didn't even care about that. To him, at this point in his life, her virginity was but a small thing.

That girl seemed quite possibly pure and good of heart in a way he felt like he had always sought, but never found, despite the many women he had bedded, both those claimed and those whose affections he had won. The crown made it easy to win a woman, but he always suspected it was the crown itself that had won her, as much or more so than it was the man who bore it.

Lizzette was to be put through The Program at once. He was eager to find out if his first impressions, and the hopes he had for her, might be proven true.

Any concubine is typically compelled to go through The Program. This course can take several days, or even weeks. In The Program she is taught the many and best ways she can please her sovereign. She is trained in the finer arts of providing this pleasure. For this reason, program graduates are much prized among the noblemen of the realm.

Despite the benefits of service to the King, some women are reluctant. Occasionally, they are even, at the King's discretion, allowed to leave before completing The Program. In practice, King Alec has rarely compelled a woman who does not wish to serve him. He derives no pleasure in forcing a woman to serve against her will, and will do so only in cases where he believes a little more time might bring about a change in her attitude.

In truth, as sovereign with all inherent powers, King Alec does not ask much. He is very widely regarded as more than fair. The people truly do love their King.

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Lizzette was given an outline of The Program elements so she would know what was to come. The Program had taken a few years to refine, but since it had now been in place for over 20 years of Alec II's 31-yr reign, it was now well-established. The main elements were as follows:

Presentation. The finest beauty experts in all the land evaluate the lady and together they decide on hair, makeup, and fashion choices that suit her best. King Alec's tastes are simple, tending toward only lightly made up, if at all. Health and nutrition. The lady is provided only the healthiest foods, and a fitness regimen designed to maximize her attractiveness. The King values soft, smooth skin. A pretty face is more important to him than any one particular body type. He likes healthy muscle tone, not too hard, not too soft. Conversation. The King likes an intelligent woman. In the program she learns her strengths, the areas and topics where she is knowledgeable, and areas where she is not. The more strengths the better. The King does not always wish to engage in conversation, but when he does, it is far better if his companion is able to hold up her end. Behavior. This can be a delicate balance. As stated, the King prefers a woman who serves him willfully. The positive inducements are many. But if her feelings toward her service are negative, even if only for an hour, a day, or a week, then she is taught how to get through these times in the least objectionable way possible. Alec generally prefers her real personality, not simple passive subservience, but for some, subservience might be the best they can achieve. Sexual Technique. Alec delights in receiving oral attention. There's no point in putting too fine a gloss on it. Ladies in the program are taught how to give the way he likes it, with plenty of eye contact, and an overall attitude of commitment to providing him pleasure, if not absolute enthusiasm in doing so. They learn that if they are able to delight him, he has been known to provide all manner of special gifts in gratitude. Alec likes his ladies to make use of all their assets, using her eyes, lips, tongue, fingers and hands, and also breasts and hair to help enhance the experience.

For intercourse, she has to know her own body, and what positions and movements can help contribute to her own pleasure. Alec likes an active participant, and is more than willing to change up his position, or speed, or angle, or what he does with his hands and/or tongue to help her to achieve orgasm. Past and current royal concubines assist in this instruction, with demonstration and practice.

Program graduates are often very eager to try out what they have learned on a real live male. The King himself is naturally the first one they encounter. The one time a married lady went through The Program, when she returned to her husband, he noticed the difference and it made him feel a little better about having his wife removed from him for a short while. Surrendering his wife to his sovereign did not come naturally, but that husband remarked that although he had been resentful at first, on balance, he was happy with the result.

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Upon arrival at the castle, Lizzette was taken immediately to see Mistress Diana, a dark-haired woman with a few streaks of grey, who struck her as still quite beautiful, and also quite fit, despite being likely well past 40 years old.

"Hello. Lizzette is it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Lizzette, you are to call me Mistress Diana. I will be responsible for your training. The first thing I will need you to do is to remove all those clothes."

"What, Mistress?"

"I said remove all of your clothing. We will provide new clothes for you, much nicer than those old rags you have on. Come girl, there's no need to be shy."

"Yes, Mistress." Lizzette began to disrobe. "Everything?"

"Yes, everything." While Lizzette undressed, Mistress Diana spoke. "I am First Concubine to King Alec. By first, I mean first in rank, and also that I was his first. I have known King Alec since before he was King, before he met Queen Karin even. It will be my job to teach you how to please him. Are you a virgin, Lizzette?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well then we will have our work cut out for us. But no mind, you are certainly very pretty, and that will help, but pretty is not enough, do you understand?"

"I think so, Mistress."

"You are right to be uncertain. A virgin cannot know what she does not know. When I say I will teach you, you understand I mean teach you how to provide him with sexual pleasure?"

"Yes, Mistress." Lizzette understood very well it was her duty to be compliant. She had always been a good girl. She had always done her duty.

"Good. What do you know of the various sexual acts?"

"I believe I know more than most. One of the girls at school showed us a secret book she had found hidden in her father's things. It contained descriptions and even drawings." Lizzette was now standing naked in front of Mistress Diana.

"Tell me exactly what you've seen or read."

"I have seen and read depictions of intercourse, in multiple positions, and both men and women using their mouths on each other, and buggery, and one drawing of a lady with two men, so I think I've seen quite a bit. I mean, I'm sure there are other things more... unusual. Is he, I mean is the King, interested in those things? Is that something I'm going to need to learn about?"

"That depends on what you mean by 'unusual,' but I think I can put your mind at ease then." She laughed. "He won't ask you to do anything you probably haven't seen or guessed at. You should find it enjoyable."

Lizzette looked relieved.

"Are you familiar at all with bondage?"

"You mean with whips and chains? Not too much, Mistress. I mean, I've read of things where people were blindfolded, or tied up, but that's about it."

"And what did you think of that. Please give me your honest opinion."

"I mean, I can see where it might be a little bit exciting... sometimes... perhaps."

"Would you rather be blindfolded, or tied, or would you rather be the person in control?"

"Honestly, sometimes I've fantasized about being blindfolded, and having somebody pleasure me, or like a guy just has his way with me, and I don't stop him. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, that's perfect. You may get to live out that particular fantasy. It should not surprise you to know that the King likes to be in control. And he generally likes his girls doe-eyed and submissive. He probably sensed that in you. I can see why he picked you."

"I do want to please him."

"That's good. You have a nice body, Lizzette. Nice breasts, perky and nicely sized, a firm behind, shapely legs, and you're petite. Alec likes petite. We're going to have to clean you up a little here..." She gestured toward Lizzette's crotch. Lizzette was not excessively hairy "down there," but she had not had time to trim before leaving to go with the King's men.

Mistress Diana knelt down in front of Lizzette. "Show me." Lizzette spread her lips gently to show her pink inner lips, her hooded clit, the opening to her vagina. "Very nice. You have a very nice pussy, Lizzette. I think Alec will be pleased."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You have said you are a virgin, and I believe you, but are you intact?"

Lizzette wondered if she would ask her to spread wider so she could check. Afraid of what that might bring, she had to confess. "No, Mistress."

"Well, at least that is something we needn't worry about. It will not concern the King, but I must ask, how?"

"My hairbrush, Mistress. I was thinking of a boy I like, and got carried away."

"Interesting. You may hold some promise after all. And who was this boy?"

"Just a farmer's son, Mistress, from my village."

"But you never fooled around with him?"

"He is very respectful, Mistress. He was waiting for me to turn 18, so he could go and speak with my father."

"And how old are you now?"

"Just 18 today."

"Ah. I see. Well you are young, and younger girls tend to be the most impressionable and receptive in these matters. Your youth will help you in this regard, and you have already touched the flame of passion. It would be best if you put that silly boy out of your mind. He is nothing to you now. You are the King's."

"Yes, Mistress." Lizzette told her what she knew she wanted to hear, but she did not know how she would be able to forget Rolf so easily. It seemed like it would be impossible to forget him.

"Make no mistake, child, the King will take from you what he needs. But it would be better if you were to give it willingly. And it would be best if you were to give it enthusiastically. Do you understand?"

"I think so, Mistress."

"You've said you're a virgin, and you said you didn't 'fool around,' but let us be blunt. Have you ever sucked a cock, Lizzette? Have you ever had your pussy eaten?"

"No, Mistress. I've never even kissed a boy."

"Not even a kiss? I don't believe you! Pretty girl like you? Don't lie to me child!"

"No Mistress, I swear it. My father sent me to an all girls school. I did kiss one of my girlfriends. We practiced a few times. I liked it, but I know I'm more attracted to boys."

"Kiss me." Mistress leaned in to kiss Lizzette on the lips, but Lizzette was trembling, cold, and frightened. She barely responded to Mistress Diana's kiss. "You'll have to get better at that, that's for sure. Not a good start, Lizzette."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm so cold, and I don't even know you."

"Very well. We will get you some clothes. You can start with this." She threw her a simple robe. It was the softest, plushest thing Lizzette had ever felt. "Henri will get you some food and get you situated. You and I will meet up again later."

Mistress Diana left the room, leaving the door open. A man then came and escorted Lizzette to her new quarters. She had a little time to herself to get settled. Her quarters were small, but very comfortable, certainly much nicer than the humble apartment above the shop where she grew up. Here she had a bed, a comfortable chair, a bathroom, and a window onto a beautiful courtyard, all her own. She also noticed a book on a table by the window.

She picked up the book and opened it. It was similar to the secret book her friend at school had shown her, but this one was finer. The drawings were more numerous, more detailed, and drawn with more skill. The text was finer too, both more learned and more poetic, but nonetheless quite explicit. She wondered in how many forms this secret, unspoken knowledge was kept, and treasured. It was clear she was meant to read and to learn, even in her hours away from Mistress Diana.

A servant came and asked what she wanted to eat, anything she desired! While waiting, and again thumbing through the book she at last had time to think. Quickly her thoughts turned to the boy she had once dreamed she might do those things with, those unspoken things in the book that secretly thrilled and excited her. His name was Rolf.

Rolf was the most beautiful of all the boys in her village. He had a tangled tousle of golden curls falling around his ears. His smile cut straight to her heart. Walking by the brook, he had asked if he could kiss her. Although she wanted to, she refused, saying she wanted her first kiss to be with the boy she was to marry. That put Rolf off a bit, but it did not scare him away. He asked if he might touch her lips instead with his finger, and this she allowed.

Even now, just remembering the touch of his finger on her lips was enough to make her wet. That first touch had sent a thrill through her that she felt in her pussy then, and still felt today. Up until this day, a future with Rolf was all she dreamed of, all she desired, to build a happy home and to bear him strong children who would be as beautiful as he.

Once, while Rolf sat quietly just looking at her she noticed that his pants held a strange bulge in the crotch. She knew what that must be. She knew she was the cause of it. Even then she had wanted to see and touch it.

But now it seemed she would not see or touch it. Rather she would see and touch the King's. The King was a tall, strong man, and likely his was larger than Rolf's. The King was handsome enough, especially for an older man, but he was older even than her father. Rolf was near her same age, only a few months older. It saddened her to think that Rolf now would not be her first.

Would Rolf even still want her after she'd been spoiled, after she was returned? She knew the King could not keep her against her will for more than a year. Lizzette was resolved that a year would be all the King would have. She would do her duty, but no more. Rolf had been planning to ask her father for her hand, but would he still? Rolf could have any of the girls in the village her age, even some who were older. They all secretly talked about him. They all lusted after him. Would he wait for her for a year? Just waiting until she was 18 had been so hard for him.

Lizzette felt certain that Madeleine, the dressmaker's daughter, would pursue Rolf very hard. Madeleine was very beautiful, in Lizzette's opinion even more beautiful than herself. It seemed very unlikely that Rolf would be able to resist her. Madeleine could also provide Rolf with a warm home and beautiful children, and earn him the envy of all the other boys.

It was true there was no disgrace in being a woman returned by the King. These women were said to be prized as wives because of the skills they had acquired. Some were also known to have sold themselves and become wealthy, making a business of providing men with the favors they had learned in exchange for money.

But that was not Lizzette's dream. She wanted Rolf. Lizzette wanted love. But now it seemed as if that was not to be. Rolf couldn't help but see her differently now. She wanted the sweet boy who had given her the flower behind the woodshed, who had walked with her five miles out of his way just to share in her company. Lizzette was greatly saddened by losing Rolf. She felt almost certain she had lost him, but still she held out a sliver of hope.

Two hours later, after what she had to admit was the most delicious meal of her whole life, actually prepared by the King's servants and delivered to her room, Lizzette began The Program.

Mistress Diana commenced her instruction. "The life of a King can be a lonely one. Courtesans provide a moment of comfort and relief from the burdens of the crown. For King Alec, perhaps his most favored relief is for his courtesans to provide him pleasure with their mouths. It's important you know that right up front. It will be critical that you master this skill. Fortunately, I can teach you exactly how he prefers it."

"This..." she held up a dildo, "is the King's penis. This is an exact replica of his penis. I molded it myself."

The dildo looked impossibly large to Lizzette. She was trying to imagine it inside her mouth or her vagina, and the thought was a little frightening.

"Don't be frightened. I assure you it will fit. We will practice how to make it fit, in your pussy and in your mouth. The King is a well-endowed man, but there are men with larger cocks. I happen to think his, however, is the perfect size. Large enough to be thrilling, but not too large to take into your mouth, even into your throat. And as cocks go, it is exceptionally well-proportioned. Of course this replica doesn't quite do justice to the real thing, but I can assure you it is, when you see it, and touch it, and taste it, quite beautiful. It may sound silly to say it now, but you must come to love this penis, adore this penis. You must be devoted to this penis. Your job is to make it feel good. This penis makes you feel good. By making this penis feel good, you are making the King feel good, and you are fulfilling your purpose. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You know you have made the penis feel good when he gives you his seed. This is the most precious, the most wonderful substance in all the land. It is the royal seed. It is the very essence of the King, the thing that creates new life for the nation, and if you are lucky, perhaps even for you too. This is why your position as concubine is so special. His seed is the most unique, the most private, the most precious gift he has to give, and he wants to give it to you. That is how lucky you are. He wants to give you, a silly, insignificant little peasant girl, the gift of his seed.

But you must earn it. You must be worthy. And you show you are worthy by giving him pleasure. At first, the taste might shock you, because you have never in your life tasted anything so pure and so true, but love it you must. And love it you will. For it is the taste of life, the life force of the King and the life force of this nation. You are honored to receive it."

"Yes, Mistress."

Diana and Lizzette practiced with the dildo. They practiced how to hold it, how to touch and caress it. "A blowjob is a performance. Done right, a blowjob is also an act of love. Treat the penis as if it were the entire man in miniature. If you would make love to the man, make love to the penis. Use it to show how you love him. Tease, seduce, entice. Lips, tongue, eyes, palms, fingers, face, use all in combination." Diana demonstrated. Lizzette repeated. Diana coached. Lizzette practiced. Mistress Diana had asked that she bring the book, and they referred to it. They critiqued. Diana got Lizzette to try in front of the mirror and to repeat, again and again until she got it right.

But there was a problem. Lizzette had only met the King that one time. She had only seen him for a few minutes, at most. On the other hand there was Rolf, the boy she knew and fancied, the boy who fancied her, the boy who had been about to ask her father for her hand. While Lizzette had been practicing and Diana had been coaching, Lizzette had not been able to stop her thoughts from drifting toward Rolf. The dildo was supposed to be the King's penis, but in her mind as she practiced it had been Rolf she'd been providing pleasure for.

After a while, it all became too much for her and she broke down. "Is this only about duty? Is this only about performance? What about love? Because I was selected, does that mean I must resign myself to a life without love? Am I only a vessel for his pleasure? What of my own?"

"Dear child, the King is a kind and generous lover. He delights in giving pleasure to his partner, just as he delights in receiving. But do not be deceived. This is not a meeting of equals. Yours is to serve. His is to be served. You are called to a higher purpose. It is time to put away childish notions. Your duty, and your joy, must be to serve your King. Your satisfaction must ultimately lie in a job well done, a duty born with grace and carried out with joy and enthusiasm. Focus on the giving. Giving is its own reward. You may receive, but anything you do receive is fortune. It is a gift. It is not something owed to you."

Lizzette heard Mistress Diana's words, but they didn't sit right with her. It felt wrong, and the feeling gnawed at her. She hadn't quite realized how taken she had been with notions of giving herself up for love. There was a conflict within her. She could completely resign herself to the thought of being taken. That was in fact her reality. It was no violation of her notions of love to allow herself to be taken. It was honorable. She knew she had no choice in the matter. And if she were to be taken, then to have it happen at the hands of one such as the King was something of a thrill. She was still a good girl. She was simply doing her duty, and if it excited her, well that could be her secret. But to participate actively, as Mistress was suggesting, that seemed somehow too far, too much. How could she give herself so completely with no promise of love?

These thoughts consumed her as she lay in bed the night after first practice. The next day, Lizzette's performance in their practice sessions, at first promising, began to fall off. Her heart was no longer in it. Diana noticed. She tried to push and encourage her to give more, but it seemed to no avail.

On the third day after her arrival, the King, anxious and eager to sample Lizzette's charms, inquired with Mistress Diana as to her progress. "How is our little bakery girl?"

"She did quite well at first, but seems to have hit a barrier. She's not progressing. She is not yet ready."

"I am disappointed to hear that, Diana. You know I rely on you."

"Yes, sire. You know I always endeavor to do my best for you. And I think we will get there with this one, but it is proving more difficult than I hoped. Perhaps a witnessing..."

"You could tell I was hoping for her tonight, couldn't you?"

"Yes. I do believe I know you well."

"You do. You do. Sometimes like no other. A witnessing it is, then. With Stephania?"

"Yes. I agree Stephania would be best."

"See that she reports to my chambers this evening around 9:00, wearing only the collar and the cuffs."

"As you wish, sire."

Mistress Diana went to prepare Lizzette.

"You have been summoned to the King's quarters this evening at 9:00. I told him I did not think you were ready. But he is most eager for you, and he has a plan he thinks will help."

"What is it? Will he take me this evening?"

"He will do what he wants. He is the King. I suggest you do as you are told, and try to remember what we have worked on."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You are to wear only these." She gave Lizzette a binding that wrapped around her wrists and a collar with a short leash.

Lizzette's eyes got big. "Only this?"

"Yes, only this." Diana showed her how to put them on. "You may wear your robe as you walk through the corridors, of course, but upon entering the room, you must remove it."

"Yes, Mistress."

Diana could see that Lizzette was afraid, but fear, at this point, would probably be good for the girl. She offered no consolation.

Diana turned to leave. "I will return at 8:55 to escort you." Then she was gone.

Lizzette had no appetite, even though the dinner hour was approaching. She had nothing to do but sit alone in her room for three more hours and think of what was to come. The book depicted images and thoughts of women rapturously pleasing their men, and sometimes being pleased by them. Always the women seemed to her completely in love with their partners, as Lizzette imagined herself to be in love with Rolf, as Lizzette did not imagine she was with the King, despite her sincere desire to do her duty as best she could make herself do it.

Mistress Diana came to pick her up and deliver Lizzette to the King's chambers as promised. Her only words when picking her up were "It is time." They walked in silence. When they reached the King's chambers she said, "remember to do as you are told," before she knocked, and then quickly turned to walk away before the door opened.

It was the King himself who opened the door. He too was wearing a robe. The light inside was warm. There was a large fireplace and Lizzette could see that the fire supplied much of the light, but there were lamps as well. "Please come in."

Lizzette entered, trembling.

"There is no need to fear, my child. Please remind me, what is your name?"

"I am called Lizzette, sire."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Make I take your robe, Lizzette."

"Yes, sire," and as she removed it, Lizzette noticed there was another woman in the room, a strikingly beautiful almond-skinned woman with long dark hair reclining on the very large 4-posted canopy bed. She looked to be a few years older than Lizzette, but not so many. By age they could have been sisters. Her beauty was exotic, as if from some far off land. She was wearing black lingerie, a one-piece lace-patterned bodice with matching, thigh-high stockings.

Lizzette handed her robe to the King, who draped it over one arm while he eyed her body up and down. She saw his nostrils flare and his pupils widen. She knew her body was igniting fires of lust within him. Yes, he was the King, but standing this close, and with him clad so simply, for the first time she could also see him as just a man, a powerfully built, well-muscled older man. His hair was greying at the temples, but he still had a strong jaw, handsome features, and pale grey eyes that seemed to see right through her. His presence felt incredibly... male. The King was a man among men. There could be no doubt. She felt a tingle between her legs as her brain registered that she was standing before him completely nude.

"Lizzette you are a vision. The perfect vision of loveliness." His words sounded as if they came from his heart. The sound of his voice, low and confident, was oddly soothing in this her moment of vulnerability. "Isn't she lovely, Stephania?" He directed the question toward the woman on the bed as he took hold of the lead that Lizzette offered, and walked her over toward the reclining woman.

"Yes, sire. She is quite a beauty."

"Thank..." Lizzette started to say, before she was cut off by the King.

"Lizzette, this is Stephania, one of my most favored courtesans. Tonight we will show you how she and I like to relax and enjoy ourselves. You will watch, and learn. Please do not speak unless we first speak to you. Just nod your head if you understand."

Lizzette nodded in the affirmative. The collar around her neck, and the strap connected to it held by the King, even though they seemed to be made of the finest soft leather, helped to reinforce that her position in this situation demanded obedience.

"You will kneel here." The King gestured toward the corner of the bed, up on the mattress and facing in. "Please do so now."

Lizzette climbed onto the bed and knelt, as she was instructed.

"Now place your hands behind your back."

Lizzette did so.

"I will tie you here, not so tightly as to cause pain, but securely enough so that this is where you will remain." She felt the King bind her wrists together behind her, around the bedpost. Then he took the strap from her collar and tied it to the post as well. She could lean forward just far enough that her upper back no longer touched the post, or back to slightly rest against it. The enforced posture had the effect of pushing her breasts out and keeping her head held high.

The King brought his large hand up to Lizzette's face with his palm on her cheek. His fingers extended along her neck and behind her ear. He ran his thumb across her lips. Then turning her face towards him, he kissed her. She felt the kiss run all through her. It surprised her how strongly she felt it. She barely thought to try and kiss him back before he pulled away. Then his hand softly cupped and gently squeezed her breasts, first one then the other, before tracing a path down between her legs.

Lizzette spread her legs for him as she knelt there, as much as she could without disturbing her balance, and the King ran his finger along the lips of her pussy, and then pushed gently inside, but only as far as his first knuckle. She was wet for him. She liked the feeling. She felt her muscles trying to clench around him. The KIng withdrew his finger and brought it to his lips. Then he smiled, turned, and walked around to the opposite side of the bed.

The bed was quite large. It was immediately clear to Lizzette that the King and Stephania could do all kinds of things on that bed and never come close to touching her, all the while that she, very clearly, would have a very close view of whatever they might do. And also it was clear that if they wished to touch her, she would be utterly powerless to resist. Her bindings seemed quite secure.

Lizzette wondered what her father would say if he could see her. He had wanted her to make them proud. Is this what he had in mind? Had he any idea what sort of things the King might demand of her? Probably he had. He was not naive. But it felt wrong to be tied. Was she not supposed to be giving herself willingly, even enthusiastically as Mistress Diana had instructed? But her enthusiasm had been feigned. Mistress Diana had seen that. Lizzette had been imagining she was with Rolf. Even though she didn't admit it, Mistress Diana had seen it, or sensed it.

And what of Rolf? What would Rolf think if he could see her? Would he admire her body? It seemed certain that he would. But what would he think of her being tied naked at the mercy of the King and his courtesan? Would he be ashamed and horrified by what seemed to be her imminent violation? Would he like her tied and submissive? In either case, she had trouble imagining that the Rolf she knew would have any idea how to deal with the situation. He was just a simple peasant boy. This world must surely be beyond his ability to truly comprehend.

King Alec and Stephania had turned down the layers of bedding. Only the sheets were now exposed. Stephania reclined against a stack of pillows. She smiled beguilingly, and ran her fingers along the inside of her thighs up to the edge of where her bodice began, only an inch or so away from what it still concealed, at least to Lizzette's eyes, where Lizzette knew it would feel very good if the exotic beauty were to let her fingers touch. With her other hand she traced the swell of her cleavage, which seemed surprisingly ample for a thin girl. It was all a show for the King. Lizzette envied Stephania's confidence in such a moment.

King Alec looked at Stephania, and she looked at him. They did not look at Lizzette, who looked back and forth at them both. Then King Alec removed his robe and Lizzette's eyes were immediately drawn to his organ, his penis, his cock. Cock seemed like the right word now. It was fully engorged and stood out from his body, and slightly upwards, every bit as large as the dildo she had practiced on, possibly even larger, and it was thick. Only in drawings, never in person had she seen such a thing. She could not take her eyes off it.

Stephania curled her body around to stretch out on the bed, laying on her stomach, and raising her head to first kiss his cockhead, and then take him into her mouth, without use of hands. Then slowly, she sank all the way down his shaft until it was all inside her. She did not gag. Lizzette had no idea how that was possible. Then soon, Stephania backed off and took a breath as she brought up her hands to play with King Alec's balls and to gently stroke his shaft as her lips played up and down his length, taking him in, sucking, and sliding him back out, again and again.

The KIng looked on in what could only be described as obvious appreciation, and then closed his eyes, no doubt to enjoy the sensations rolling through his strong body. Lizzette noticed that Stephania's movements were feline, graceful. He had the strength, yet it was obvious that he was at her mercy as she delivered to him the pleasure he so obviously desired.

After watching for a time, Lizzette thought again briefly of Rolf. But she could not imagine Rolf as King Alec seemed, strong and powerful, and at the same time confident enough to give himself over to his partner and not be threatened. She tried again to picture herself sucking Rolf like Stephania was taking in Alec, but she couldn't do it. The images and the feelings no longer came to her like they did before. She felt guilt over this, but as she watched, Rolf disappeared from her mind. There was only Alec and Stephania.

As Lizzette watched, Alec and Stephania moved around into other positions. Clearly, they knew each other's bodies quite well. He laid her on her side and held her breasts as he thrust into her from behind. Lizzette could see their faces. Occasionally, each of them glanced at her and smiled as they continued to enjoy each other. Stephania rode Alec while he was on his back, thrusting up into her for a time, and then relaxing as she moved up and down, and back and forth, her breasts swaying hypnotically.

Lizzette was struck by their easy communication, without words, with only a glance and a touch, they seemed to be completely in sync with one another. How many times had they done this, she wondered? How many times does it take to know your lover so well that you don't even have to talk? It was beautiful the way they worked together for each other.

Stephania got on her back and the King crawled between her legs. He used his mouth on her and she was overcome, crying out and shaking, so violently Lizzette couldn't help but wonder if she was possessed, but when it became clear she was not, Lizette couldn't help but wonder if it might be possible for she herself to someday experience such an orgasm. Then Stephania drew up her legs, and Alec entered her again, and pounded away as she moaned and writhed.

After a few minutes of passionate fucking, the King suddenly withdrew, and rolled onto his back, his head propped up against the pillows. Without words, Stephania crawled between his legs and began to suck him. They looked into each other's eyes. A smile was on the King's face as he enjoyed the sight and sensation of her. Then the King looked over at Lizzette. He tapped Stephania on the shoulder and she stopped sucking him. The King sat up, and then rose to stand on the bed, his massive cock jutting out hard in front of him. He then moved closer to stand in front of and over Lizzette.

Lizzette could see the skin of his cock was stretched tight. It was shiny from Stephania's mouth. Did he want her to now suck it too, as Stephania had done? Was this the moment? Lizzette was frightened. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She wet her lips in anticipation and strained against her collar as it grew nearer and nearer to her mouth.

"Relax child. You have nothing to fear here. You have only to feel." His voice was so surprisingly calm and confident. She found it soothed her. His eyes were calm, steady and kind.

The King grabbed his cock with one hand, and lifted Lizzette's chin gently with the other, and then he laid his cock across her face, and held it there. She inhaled his musk. She could feel his balls below her chin, the warm shaft along her cheek, the head up past her eye to rest above her temple. The King used his hand to hold it tight against her. She could feel it throbbing. Every beat was the strength of his heart, the heat of his desire, the pulse of the entire country, beating for her.

"Feel it, Lizzette. Feel my need for you."

Lizzette whimpered. She was overcome. He pulled away, then slapped his hard, heavy cock across her cheek, then again across her slightly open lips, then a third time across her other cheek.

"Now watch." He moved away from her and back over to Stephania, who was laying on her back, legs spread wide, with her finger on her pussy where she'd been touching herself as their little drama had played out. Now it was Stephania's turn again. The King dropped to his knees and took up position, lining himself up to re-enter her. He did so with one thrust, causing Stephania to cry out in pain and pleasure. They resumed fucking.

Lizzette's feelings were a mess. She felt relief he had not put it in her mouth and demanded her service. It seemed so large that it still frightened her, and she was unsure of her abilities to perform at the level he desired. Lizzette also felt disappointment. She realized there was a part of her that wanted it, to know what it would feel like, and taste like, a part of her that even craved him.

Lizzette watched the powerful muscles of his ass clenching and unclenching with each mighty thrust as he pounded into Stephania's tiny frame. She could feel the vibrations through the bed. She squirmed as she knelt, trying to feel them more. It felt wrong to see this, something so private between lovers, but she also knew that soon it would be her in Stephania's place, feeling what Stephania was now feeling. Perhaps that would even be tonight! Maybe the cock held against her face had only been a tease, a preview of things to come.

Lizzette's own pussy was quite wet now and she ached to give herself relief. She squirmed against her restraints, but to no avail. All she could do was watch them, and feel them, and hear the squelching noises of their union, and smell the earthy odor of their sweat and arousal.

At last, as if through their hidden form of communication, Alec pulled out of Stephania and scrambled around to kneel beside her head, with his cock stretched out long in front of and over her face. Stephania's face was turned slightly toward him. She grasped his cock and opened her mouth. It was clear she was waiting to receive him. Alec grabbed the headboard for stability as he could tell the moment was near. She stretched her tongue out to meet him, and tickled the underside of his cockhead. An enormous stream burst out of him, and into her. She continued to move her hand to slightly milk him as he continued to spill his seed into her mouth, onto her lips.

Stephania received him eagerly, hungrily. As the flow of white seed began to subside Lizzette could see Stephania lean forward to latch on. Her cheeks hollowed out and her throat expanded and contracted as she continued to suck and swallow to take all of him. She gazed up at him adoringly, clearly happy to have received him so well. She wore the evidence like a badge of honor, with pride and satisfaction. Pearly white trails dripped down her chin, falling onto her neck and breasts.

Stephania was sublime, definitely a woman whose skills were to be respected and admired. Lizzette could see why she was perhaps the King's favorite. Stephania was to be envied! The King was relaxed like she had never seen him before. All his burdens were removed. He smiled at Stephania. It was clear that he was happy, happy like she had never seen him. And then he looked over to Lizzette! He smiled again. The smile was for her. That smile said he believed in her. This is what he wanted and he was confident that she, Lizzette, could provide it. Lizzette could do this like Stephania... and Stephania was clearly a goddess, a goddess of sex, at least.

"Stephania, offer poor Lizzette a taste, won't you?"

Stephania smiled, rose to crawl over to Lizzette, and kissed her, gathering what she could of the King's remaining seed, and sharing it with their kiss. Their tongues twirled together. Then Stephania withdrew, leaving Lizzette to try to savor the taste. It was strange, slightly salty, unlike anything she had known before. Lizzette only knew that she wanted more.

The King looked on approvingly. "What do you think, child?"

"I would like more, sire." Instantly he struck her. The back of his hand flying to her face as if to knock the words out of her mouth.

"Impudence!" he thundered. "Yours is not to request. Yours is simply to receive."

Lizzette was not injured, but she was shocked. She did not fully understand how she had transgressed. She bowed her head, as best she could while under restraint. "I am sorry, sire. I did not mean to offend."

"Stephania, how should we punish such impudence?" Then before Stephania could answer, "I think I know..." The King got off the bed and stepped behind Lizzette to untie her.

Lizzette felt certain that she was about to be taken. She had not wanted it this way, but if it was to be, then it would be. She tried to prepare her mind for what was to come. She felt her wrists and her neck being freed, but still she dared not move.

The King grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed, on her back. Stephania had to jump back to get out of the way. His right hand then pushed down on Lizzette's chest, while his left hand reached for her pussy. It found her still wet.

"Hold her arms," he said to Stephania, who grabbed Lizzette's arms by the wrist and lifted them above her head, then pushed down with her weight to hold them there. Lizzette could look up and see Stephania's breasts, round, full, and hanging above and behind her, her nipples jutting out like little pegs.

Lizzette did not struggle. She felt herself writhing to meet the King's fingers. They dug into her pussy and wiggled there. Soon one, and then two were inside her, thrusting and wiggling roughly, rapidly, seemingly touching every part of her. The sensations built, and quickly began to take her over. The King's right hand moved from her chest to her throat. He held her there firmly, his fingers behind, and his thumb pressing down. He did not choke her, but she knew that he could. She did not resist.

The King's fingers fucked Lizzette's pussy with abandon. He was rough with her, and Lizzette was surprised at how quickly she was feeling the effect. The intensity surprised her. When touching herself, sometimes she thought she had been carried away, but it was never anything close to this. The feeling kept building, and building. His thumb found her clit, and suddenly it was so much more! Through tear-filled eyes, she looked up at him in shock and wonder. He looked down at her. He was not angry. He knew what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it, almost laughing at how helpless she was as the intense feelings overtook her and his hand worked her relentlessly.

Lizzette's whole body was wracked by uncontrollable spasms. She gasped in wide-eyed shock and amazement at the forces that were overwhelming her, surging through her every nerve. The King withdrew his sopping fingers from her pussy, and removed his hand from her throat. Stephania released her arms, and still Lizzette continued to shake uncontrollably. She couldn't speak. She could only ride it out as the spasms, slowly, gradually, eventually subsided. She slumped like a wet dishrag, completely wrung out, and tried to catch her breath, a quivering lump of jelly.

She looked up at him in wonder. She expected to see hard cruelty in his eyes, but instead she saw... kindness. It was there for only a moment before she saw him steel himself as he turned to speak to Stephania.

"Leave her," he said. "Let us go find a bottle of wine and some bread."

The King drew back and Stephania got off the bed to join him. They both put on their robes and walked toward the back corner of the room, where there was a door that led someplace Lizzette did not know.

"Please be gone when we return," he said to Lizzette, and they closed the door behind them, leaving her alone.

Lizzette lay there for some time, uncertain of what had just happened. She needed a little time for it all to sink in. Then eventually, fearful of being found there when they came back, she gathered her robe and left to return to her quarters.

Later that night, with all that had happened safely behind her, Lizzette reflected on the evening's experience. That feeling he had given her, it was indescribable, electric, and shockingly wonderful, all-consuming. He had known what he was doing to her, both in making her watch, and then later in contriving an excuse to be angry and finger-fucking her. He wanted her to have that kind of orgasm, in exactly that way. The whole evening, all of it, might have gone exactly as the King desired. And one thing was certain, in at least one respect it had worked. That orgasm was mind-shattering! She had been completely and utterly helpless as she came for him. And yet she wanted that feeling again! She had to have it again!

Those things the King did with Stephania, it was right to do these things with your husband. It would be right if she did them with Rolf, a boy whom she loved and cared for. That is what she was raised to believe. That was what her mother had told her, and that it was wrong to be forced to do these things, to have no choice. There'd been no mention of the droit de seigneur in her home growing up. She only knew of it from the girls at school. And still it seemed so unlikely that it might ever fall upon her. When she grew older, and men paid more attention to her, the possibility still seemed remote. Her path never crossed the King's, and she was not yet of age. Then he walked into their shop, and on the very day before she came of age, too. It was as if fate were intervening.

She had been raised as a loyal subject of the King's, as a patriotic citizen, proud of her land and her people. She had always been taught that it was right to serve the King, and to do her duty. If the King required this of her, then this she must do. Even her own father, who surely had some idea what might be in store for her, had raised no objection when the King's men had come to claim her in his name.

Lizzette knew the King did not love her as Rolf did. He only wanted her body. And yet it seemed, from everything Mistress Diana had told her, from everything she had witnessed with Stephania, that he demanded more than her submission. He demanded her adoration too. Yet he had been so rough with her, at first kind, and then almost cold and unfeeling. But she never felt unsafe. He had taken control of her body. There was nothing she could do. And then the sensations he had given her... It was difficult.

After a while, and after resuming her training the next day with Mistress Diana, it occurred to Lizzette that perhaps she could adore the King not the way any girl might adore her lover, as she imagined she might adore Rolf, but rather she should think of the King as a sort of stand in for all men, for the very idea of maleness itself. She felt overwhelming maleness whenever she was in his presence. It didn't have to be the King whom she loved, as a woman might love a man. She could simply love the King's cock and what that cock could do for her, how a hard, throbbing, wonderfully warm cock could make her feel. That, it seemed, was what Mistress Diana had been trying to tell her.

The King came to visit her training session.

"Diana, please allow me a brief word with your pupil."

"Certainly, sire," and Diana withdrew to the other side of the room to give them space in which to speak.

The King got straight to the point. "How do you feel about your service to me, Lizzette?" There was kindness in his eyes as he asked the question.

Lizzette opened her heart and replied truthfully. "You may do with me as you wish, sire."

"Ah. Sweet Lizzette." The King placed his hand against the side of her face and held it there. "I'm afraid I must ask more. I ask you to choose. Stay or go. The choice is yours. But you must give me your answer before the end of this day." The tone of his voice was not demanding, it was full of patience and understanding. Then he released her and walked over to speak with Mistress Diana.

Lizzette had felt his hand pressing against her face and could not help but remember how the night before he had pressed his cock to her in exactly that same way. She well remembered the feel of it. He no doubt wished her to remember as even now she felt herself growing wet. And now he was presenting an ultimatum. She must choose.

To return was tempting, but to be returned so soon would also be to invite disgrace. It would be assumed that she was unsuitable, that some defect had been discovered that made the King no longer want her service. People would make the most lurid and horrific assumptions. Suspicion would follow her all the rest of her days. To return was no option. Even Rolf himself might doubt her, and even if he did not, she could not have him live under the shadow of suspicions surrounding her.

She knew she must stay. But more than that, she realized she wanted to stay. The glimpse she'd had of the power of sexual delights was certainly enticing. It was exciting. She was wet in anticipation. But also there was the King, and the thought that somehow she might reach him, truly reach him and help him not only as a whore might, but also as a trusted confidant, as he trusted Stephania, as he trusted Mistress Diana, maybe even more. She had to try. The opportunity presented itself and she knew that if she failed to try, it would be something she would forever regret.

Lizzette knew she had been frightened that previous night because it was all so new to her. She would not be frightened again. Even rough as he was, even striking her as he did, she knew he would not hurt her. What had happened that night was a game, a show for her benefit. She felt sure of this. In hindsight, it actually seemed somewhat stupid to her that he had done as he had. An honest appeal to her heart would have worked better.

Just the display with Stephania, coupled with Lizzette's own curiosity, and the kindness in his eyes, was enough to make her desire him. Now she did not even fear him. She saw through him. After all, he was just a man. Even he, even the King had flaws, and she had been close enough to see him as he truly was.

She could still love and crave his cock. His cock was sex itself, and sex was fantastic. She knew that now. By staying, she could still take pride in serving her country and doing her duty. But she didn't have to love the King only as some almighty symbol. Because he had let her in, let her see behind the curtain, she could also love him as a man.

Lizzette recalled how her own father, in her last words to her, had told her to "do us proud." It was if he had given her permission to unleash her inner whore, that part of herself that was to be given to only a husband, and even then, only when one was truly in love.

She walked over to where the King was standing next to Mistress Diana. "Sire, I have your answer." Lizette spread out her dress and bent down low in a formal curtsy. She looked up at him with clear eyes. He must know this was her full intent. "I am yours," she said looking straight at him, and then looked down to the floor and held her position as she awaited his response.

To the King she was certainly a very pretty peasant girl, but strangely he also felt, especially with her, like she was more. She was fresh, and sweet and pure. She glowed with beauty. Just looking at her he could drink her in and feel young again. The purity of her devotion touched him. It was not just that she was one of his subjects offering her service, it was almost as if she was all them, and at the same time none at all, just a girl offering her heart to a boy. He could love her, and provide for her, and care for her. She would provide him with pleasure, out of duty and out of love, and he would return it in kind, in duty and in love.

"I am pleased." He bent down to lift her by the chin. As soon as she was standing, he kissed her. In the kiss she felt his power, and also his true passion for her, and she returned it, committing herself fully. He kissed down her chin to her neck, and planted more kisses as he inhaled her and held her tightly. Lizzette relaxed and let herself be taken. She let his passion flow into her. She felt it. She welcomed it.

Suddenly, Alec released his hold on her. He brought his hands to the neckline of her dress, and then with one brazen demand, he ripped it straight down the middle, all the way to her waist. She had only a simple slip underneath it, and he grasped and ripped that too, and spread the two halves so that her breasts were exposed. Then he dropped to his knees and dove in between them, pressing his face against her chest, and rolled it there, back and forth, up and down, kissing and moaning as if he wanted his head to be inside her.

Mistress Diana, witnessing this sudden outburst, quietly removed herself and left the room.

After crushing his head against her breasts, Alec lifted Lizette in one motion, and carried her over to the bed that was there for practice and instruction. He threw her onto it and tore what remained of her clothing fully apart, so he could release her entirely. Still fully clothed himself, Alec buried his face between Lizzette's legs, and feasted on her.

As she lay with his face buried between her legs, although the onslaught had seemed sudden, Lizzette realized she was ready. She had been wet since he'd touched her face. She had given herself permission, remembering her father's words, and now she was letting it out. The King had touched her inner desire, and now he would see it, and have the benefit of it all. She rolled into the sensations his lips and tongue were providing. With each ragged breath, she felt herself falling with him into the flaming pit of raw desire.

To the KIng, everything about this girl was enticing, intoxicating. She was fresh, and perfect, and pure. He wanted all of her, and he was willing to give her all of him in order to get it. He felt himself flowing into what she needed. He helped her to look for it, searching, searching, closer and closer until... there! He heard the catch in her cries, he felt the sudden jolt and shudder. He rode it with her all the long, long while until she could at last relax.

Both knew they were just getting started. The King stood and removed his clothes while Lizzette recovered her bearings and watched him dreamily. At last naked, his erection raging, he stepped forward to where her head lay on the bed. She grabbed ahold of her prize and kissed it lovingly, all along the head and shaft. Her kisses grew increasingly lustful as she gazed up at him in appreciation.

The King looked down adoringly at the wondrous beauty he beheld. He stroked her hair and the side of her face as she showered him with her affection. Her tongue danced across the spot under the tip that Mistress Diana had showed her. She took him into her mouth and began to suck while her tongue continued to tease. The King sighed and closed his eyes.

Lizzette wondered if he was getting close. She wanted him to give himself to her, and was resolved to take it all if he did, not to flinch and not to lose a drop. She pleaded for it with her eyes. But the King pulled out and away.

At first, Lizzette did not understand, but in an instant, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed before parting them, and she knew. He would take her at last. And she was glad of it. She was happy to give. She felt his hard shaft and head rubbing against her lips, against her clit, back and forth. She was very wet. She looked into his eyes. When would he put it in? And then she felt it, beginning to press against her. She wanted him inside her. She wanted it more than anything.

The King pressed and pushed forward, slowly at first, so as not to hurt her, and then he was in. She gasped. Her eyes hesitated only a moment before begging him to continue. Steadily and relentlessly, he pushed in, until she had it all. She squeezed him all around, and he could not ever recall a feeling that was more sublime. She felt a wonderful fullness, and the pleasure started to build as he drove in, and withdrew, only to drive in, again and again.

With Alec moving inside her, Lizzette felt complete. Almost as good as the sensations from what felt like her core, or maybe it was even better, was the look on his face. She could see that he adored her. He was giving to her, and she was receiving him. He was offering, and she was welcoming. At a deep level, she felt fulfilled. This, with Alec, was what she was meant for.

Alec leaned over to gently suckle and tease her nipples with his tongue. She felt a connection to her pussy as he did this, that felt so nice, but his cock came out, and she wanted it back in. Soon it was back. They both loved that moment of entry. Alec massaged her breasts and nipples with his hands while his cock took care of her pussy. Her skin felt incredibly soft, wondrously soft. It thrilled him. She was so perfect. He felt he could have her a thousand times and still want more. Then he moved one large hand up to lightly but firmly grasp her throat. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to thrust more earnestly, then with increasing urgency.

His urgency excited hers. She reached up to caress his face. They stared into each other's eyes. He was her King. And also, he was her man. She saw his face crunch. She felt him surge, and then she felt the flood as he released himself into her. She closed her eyes to feel it. She was so close, and with the last desperate thrust, she joined him, quivering. When she opened her eyes, she saw him smiling down at her, and she returned his smile and shared in his satisfaction. He bent down to kiss her, and they shared it, not as King and concubine, but as man and woman.

Yes there was a part of her that was still in awe of his power. He was older, yes, but still a magnificent specimen of a man. It thrilled her that his attention was falling on her, was given to her and her alone there in that moment.

This was the King, and yet also in her presence, just a man. And she had the privilege of being this close. The most powerful man in all the land was allowing HER, a poor peasant girl, to be by his side, to see behind the mask and the robes and all the trappings. And even without them he was still magnificent. And she, Lizzette, was now the woman behind the man. Her heart was full of love for this man.

She loved him because he had let her see him as a man. To the world, and to anyone else in it, he will still be her King. She knows that as a King, he is strong and good. She will do everything in her power to help him be the best King he can be. But in her bed he does not have to be King. In her bed he will simply be her man. And she will be his woman.

Mistress Diana had been wrong, although she was close. It wasn't adoration the King wanted, it was acceptance. It wasn't worship, it was love. Just like any man, just like any woman, the King simply wanted love. She could give him that love.

She knew they would have many, many more times together. Perhaps she will one day bear him a son and heir. Any child she, a simple peasant girl, might have together would have a chance at greatness. No mother could ask more. She smiled at the thought. She had love, a King, and the stuff of dreams.