Conquering the Queen - Part 1

The cruelest king in the world had finally found himself a wife.

King Casimir, the ruler of the Nagelian Empire, was notorious for being cold, calculating, and unfeeling. No one would have ever thought that he would take a wife. And he wouldn't have thought so either - but he was in desperate need of an heir. He was still young yet, but with the persistent threat of the neighboring empire, he knew that it was time.

Yet, all of the women he'd seen in his life had bored him. His attendants had shown him many beautiful women, but they all were the same to him - perfectly well-bred beings, obedient, willing to fulfill his commands in exchange for power of their own.

But then his attendants had brought in you.

You were just a librarian. You'd been working in the castle for some time until they'd laid off staff due to reordering operations. You were overlooked most of the time, but no one denied you had a certain determined spark to you. That was why you had willingly, brazenly volunteered yourself to be a concubine of King Casimir. You were determined to keep your access to the library, and keep feeding your beloved parents and siblings, no matter what it took.

King Casimir had been intrigued. There you were, no lavish jewels, no exquisite clothing. But he'd seen that look in your eyes and he'd found himself utterly sucked in. Captivated. And before he'd realized it, he felt a bulge growing in his pants. He'd wanted you. He had to have you. You were going to be the mother of his children. You, and no one else.

He'd shocked the entire empire when he'd selected you not just as a concubine, but as his bride. There were whispers of indignation, rumors of deceit. But he didn't give a damn about them.

No. Not when he was there watching you as you walked down the long procession wearing a beautiful wedding dress. Your chin was high, and you had undeniable poise. And seeing you in the wedding dress, a low neckline with a perfectly tailored bodice that accentuated the luscious curve of your breasts - he found his cock aching, ready to take you to bed already.

The wedding procession was almost too slow for him. You said your vows, you had your dance, you did all of the things befitting of a royal wedding. It couldn't go fast enough for him.

When he finally found himself with you in the bedroom, ready for the first night, he practically was ready to rip off your clothing.

But even better - you weren't like what he'd expected. You didn't display any feigned modesty or resistance. You looked at him with those eyes of yours, and you smirked at him, as if daring him to touch you. This made him almost cum on the spot. He practically ripped the bodice off of you, freeing your perky breasts. He took your nipples in his mouth and savored the juicy feel of your peaks in his tongue.

That night, as he fucked you, he was startled to realize that pleasuring you brought him great joy. He, the cruelest king! Pleasuring a woman! But he loved how you moaned as he lapped up your sweet pussy juices, the look on your face as you came.

And when he could finally put his large cock in your sopping slit, he never realized how much he needed this in his life. He pumped his dick in and out of your lush mound, each thrust a wave of euphoria until he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm coming, my sweet-!" he said, breathless.

Watching his seed dripping out from your cunt was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. You looked up at him, your own cheeks flushed. And right then, he was shocked to realize that he didn't want to stop there. He wanted to keep going until he was sure he'd put a baby in you.

And so, on the first night of your marriage, you and the king stayed up until the early hours of dawn, your pussy full of his semen and both of you desperate to be merged fully and completely with one another.