The King's Whore

The year is 1513 and my parents have sold me to the treasury. Dicks. A debt owed, a debt paid. I now belong to His Majesty and I don't know what to do as I sit atop this gaudy silk bedding. The Mahogany four-poster bed is my prison, until he comes...

It happens roughly after the sun sets, he doesn't knock; just appears with his guard. At first I was apprehensive, but he didn't fuck me on our first night. His Majesty ensured that I was comfortable, but there was an undeniable spark between us. He would wear his white chemise and his breeches would be loosened. He looked like a very expensive stable boy. It was the only reference I could conjure as I never did leave the farm, until recently.

King Aaron was majestic, one of a kind. I'd hear tales of victory from my Papa, raving about how he used his bare hands when he was without weapons. Tore flesh from his mouth and spat it out onto his enemies. King Aaron was dangerous, a beautifully vicious creature set to rule over the Kingdom of Aanchal.

I was falling in love with him. His large green eyes were the same as mine. His Majesty towered over me, his caramel complexion compared him to a cheetah. His movements languid. Markings enveloped his entire body. I had never mustered the courage to ask him about them, afraid I might see the vicious creature appear when he would share my bed. Laying on his chest two nights ago after he'd taken me from the bottom, I traced the markings, enchanted by his composure. His soft breaths meant he was relaxed. His large arms, taut with muscles were not tensed. I moved my hand down to the soft tuft of hair on his chest, slightly greyed from his age.

Tonight, there was a different air to him. The candles dotted around the room flickered to a still, they were afraid of him. I sat up, speechless. His perfect complexion was now marred with dried blood, unbeknownst to me if it was his or his enemies'. I wanted to reach for him, care for him. Nurse him better. However, something stopped me.

"Come here," his voice held dominance.

"Yes, Your Highness." A lump formed in my throat. I was scared of him.

"Good girl," his voice was a low grumble. My insides quivered at his regal, deep voice.

He pushed my hair back and proceeded to kiss me on my mouth. I obliged happily. His mouth soft, I gave in when he asked me to deepen the kiss. It felt raw, and honest. His large, cut hands gripped my cheeks. I was entranced by this creature.

Breaking away from the kiss, I asked, "Who did this to you?" Hoping he would allow me further access into his life aside from being his midnight conquest.

"My little bird, I have enemies and it's best that you know nothing. You're my sanctuary. Let me get lost in you." Aaron kissed me again. Wrapping my arms around him to deepen the kiss. If it was a sanctuary he needed tonight, I'd happily oblige.

My experience was limited to the King, he had shown me what to do, how to feel and then some. I knew I had to use everything he had taught me to provide some semblance of relief for him. I pulled him towards the bed, continuing to mingle our tongues together, he was always dominating. However, tonight I was in control of his pleasure. Breaking the kiss, I began kissing down his veined throat. Feeling his pulse uncontrollably beating from excitement; I hoped.

A deep groan escaped his lips and his reflexes kicked in. Grabbing my neck, he pushed me on the bed. My legs involuntarily opened to his dominance. He stroked his beard as he thought about what to do to me. His sharp nose taking excessive breaths as his cock hardened under the breeches. The King loosened his breeches, removing them completely. His chemise was next, which made me gasp as it displayed the slashes which had deeply cut into his skin. Blood drying.

"Don't. Remember you're my sanctuary. Lift your neglige." His instructions were statute. I obliged. I lifted my white neglige to reveal my brown, hard nipples. My slim waist which had King Aaron's mark embossed on the lower left-side of my abdomen. A cheetah which was his family's crest. Told you, I belonged to the King. He would always look at me with love and adoration. Climbing on top of me, he kissed his mark and then proceeded to kiss my abdomen. Leaving little balls of fire in his is wake. I lay there, helpless as the pleasure overtook my entire being. I knew his cock was desperate for attention, so I petulantly tugged on his brown locks to push him onto his back. He laughed as he placed one last kiss under my left breast.

"You're such a giver, my little bird. Made for my pleasure," his voice low and playful.

"Anything for you," I obliged.

Climbing on top of him, I let his eyes burn through my skin. Something had changed within him, eyes increased in luminosity; his green eyes were now golden pools of lava. I couldn't look away even if I tried. What happened to my Aaron, the nation's King Aaron? He shook his head and the curse had disappeared. His forest green eyes returned and his grip loosened around my waist. Realising what had just happened, he flipped me so I was no longer in-control.

Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself and entered me. The strength in which he did, caused me to scream. This was a disassociated Aaron, although his cock kept growing larger inside of me, I was sure he was in the midst of some kind of transformation. There were myths of royal members being Shiphtars. They were born with a genetic mutation where they could morph into their protectors. Aaron came from a Cheetah bloodline, so it was no surprise; but inside of me?

His cock elongated within me, causing me writhe uncomfortably underneath him. His already nine inches now felt like twelve and still growing. His cock became veinier, rougher. This added further tingles down my spine as the new texture was heady. I felt myself cry out again as he grew again inside of me. He looked down, the haze disappearing from his aura. His length returning to the human size. Aaron realised what had happened and kissed me on the mouth, murmuring sweet apologies.

"My little bird, forgive me. I'm not myself. You're beautiful. Forgive me." His words eased the pain he had caused me body, my soul.

His face nuzzled in my neck, his thrusts were gentle and fulfilling. The small licks and kisses reigniting my desire for him again. This time, my cry was from pleasure. Aaron lifted off me, so he could watch me. His strokes long and slow. Hands groped my supple breasts and I opened my eyes from the ecstasy to see him immersed in my body, creating a dome. A sacred space for our rapture. Pinching my nipples to excrete another cry from me, we were back to our normal routine.

His Majesty's hand found my neck and pressed slightly, leaving me breathless. My pussy was soaked from his gentleness. The first time he was this soft, this loving was when I lost my virginity to him. However, his soft strokes had stopped and he looked down at my waist, eyes wide. My mark glowed, the cheetah moving around in circles, as if circling its prey. The mark had never radiated, let alone moved. What had this meant?

The sex felt powerful, different. New. He began moving inside of me again, the rhythm becoming quicker, desperate. He flipped me to the side, our bodies now facing the large gilt mirror. The amber flickers of the candles swaying to the rhythm of our dance. My neck tilted back, so Aaron's face could be seen through my long, golden brown tresses. We looked like a renaissance painting. Together we moved in unison, his large marred hands finding my breasts and grasping them tightly to exude further pleasure from my soul.

"You're a vision, my little bird," he grunted.

Further cries expelled from my throat as I could feel my rapture coming to an end. However, he was not finished. He pulled out of my soaking pussy and he sat on the edge of the large bed. "Sit on my lap, face the mirror. I want you to see what I see when you come undone, birdy," he whispered.

As he re-entered me I gasped, realigning myself with his size and girth. Bouncing on his cock was new, he offered me back some control of my pleasure. I decided to start whining my waist slowly, letting my waist work on his cock. I wanted him to feel what I could do to him. I leaned my body against his body, tilted my head back and let my hips fuck his cock to a rhythm he enjoyed. Grunts of elation filled the room and I knew I had him at my beck and call.

Pulling on my hair he ensured I was now looking directly into the large mirror, the fire in the corner raging like our lust for each other. "You're going to watch. Open your eyes and watch, " he had instructed.

This time he had met my hips and pushed into my dripping cunt, allowing me to simply stare at the scene in the mirror. His cock pistoning in and out me, legs wide and nipples hard. He reached his hand around my waist and began rubbing my clit; making me close my eyes involuntarily. Aaron used his other hand and pulled my hair again, jerking my eyes open.

"Watch," he ordered.

I was screaming his name. It wouldn't surprise me if the guards could hear us on the other side of the castle. A burn pulsated through me and I knew I was close to my end. Moreover, Aaron was also there too as his thrusts were also now quick and rapid. Groans and moans left his lips. I was proud to know that I did this to him.

"Set yourself free my little bird. Release," his voice breathless, impatient.

It was all he needed to say for me to quiver. The orgasm ripped through me. I burned blisteringly hot. My eyes barely open, I saw the pink in my cheeks, sweat coursing down my neck and chest. My legs vibrating as I tried my best to keep them open. But then, I saw him. Dark brown spots enveloped his skin as the sharp teeth began growing. His head was tilted back so I couldn't see him shift. His cock pulsating inside of me with his release. However his groan was not one of a man, but it was a roar from his lineage, Cheetah.

I watched in awe as the man I was falling in love with was now changing before my eyes. As I closed my eyes enjoying the orgasm filling me, his thrusts were slowing and his grip on me softening. I opened my eyes to see King Aaron back to himself. The mirror reflecting back two satiated humans.

"Your Majesty, I think you're a Shiphtar," were my final words as he pushed me off him and walked out of the room.