Perverts 'R' Us

Mother's Twin

By Anonymous ( M/g, inc, rape, preteen )

The queen lay dying. The King was distraught, for he desperately loved his beautiful queen. Theirs was the kind of love that made lovers who lived each moment only for each other. For the King and Queen, all others existed outside the magical sphere that was their passion for one another. Even their young daughter was excluded from this charmed circle for each was incapable of loving or even really seeing any person other than their lover.

The entire Kingdom was melancholy at the anticipation of imminent loss. So great was the popularity of the Royal Couple that much of the Realm ground to a halt when news of the Queen's mortal illness became known. Tailors stopped sewing, carpenters put aside their tools, millstones ground to a halt and many a poor cow lowed miserably in the pasture, forgotten by a despondent milk maid.

It came to pass that before the Queen's final breath was spent she extracted from her grief-mad mate an oath. "Promise me my love, promise that if the time should come that you are desirous of a second marriage that your choice of spouse be a match for my beauty. Her hair must shine as gold, her cheeks blush as deeply and her lips curve as generously as mine own. Her finger must be as delicate, for my wedding ring must go to her and need no alteration." The King gave his word for he could not foresee a day where his heart could desire to have another. Moments later the life spark left her and the King had to be physically torn from her body 3 days later in order that she be laid to rest.

As the Kingdom plunged into mourning wailing could be heard far and wide. The King was inconsolable and all the court and council feared for his sanity and his Rule. All attention was focused on the King and no one seemed to even remember that the Queen was survived by her 6-year-old daughter. Only an elderly nursemaid attended the Princess Aleena, the very same maid who'd long since nursed the King and his Royal siblings. Even the nursemaid was possessed by the same melancholy as all the rest of the Kingdom. All seemed grief stricken, all with the exception of the young Princess. Aleena had barely known her mother and still barely knew her father. They had never visited her in the Nursery and had never called her to visit them. She only knew they were her parents by reference. She knew nothing of a family aside from her beloved Nanny and the girl who came to clean her apartments. She knew several of the servants in that part of the Palace but had never even seen the Royal Suite. She was allowed to play with the children of the courtier's but had no siblings and none of the children lived in the Palace. Hers was a lonely and solitary existence but she did not know it, for she knew no different. When her mother died it did not affect her for she did not know her mother and indeed had only glimpsed her once or twice in her entire life. For Aleena, life went on as it had except that Nanny seemed sad for a few months.

Three years passed and Aleena grew more beautiful as each day slipped by in the quiet contentment of a solitary childhood. Her hair ripened to a radiant gold, her cheeks flushed with rose and her lips curved in a perfect bow. Her silver eyes gleamed like liquid platinum and her limbs retained the same dainty grace they had always seemed to possess from her earliest days. Her private chamber was situated at the bottom of a graceful tower that was otherwise uninhabited. Beyond her chamber door lay a closed courtyard filled with overflowing greenery that bloomed in neglected profusion. The meeting of two of the outer walls of the castle formed this secret garden and its very position at the farthest flung corner of the Palace served to enhance Aleena's unintentional seclusion.

Providence alone knows how long the Princess might have remained a mercifully forgotten entity if certain events had not unfolded during the celebrations for the Christmas of Aleena's 9th year. As she stood in the deep shadows well to the side of the Royal Dais, gifts were presented to the King from various foreign Rulers. Halfway through the ceremony an emissary from the neighboring Kingdom presented to the assembly a gift from his Prince. The gift was intended for the Princess Aleena. A strange hush fell over the assembly as the visiting dignitary spoke her name.

Suddenly, curious eyes sought for the Princess none of them could ever remember seeing. Aleena wished to flee, indeed turned to do just that when her father's booming voice rang out and commanded her to come forth. Nanny's obedient hands pushed her reluctant form forward and Aleena emerged unsteadily into the bright light shed in a circle by the enormous candles that surrounded the dais. As she blinked in the light a gasp went up from the assembled court.

A sharp cry exploded from the throat of the King and Aleena became uncomfortably aware that something about her appearance was drawing an abnormal reaction from the gathering. Rustling whispers rose from the shocked mouths of the courtier's, but Aleena could not make out the words. The envoy from the neighboring Kingdom addressed the trembling Princess and presented her with a miniature golden spinning wheel and an equally tiny golden spindle.

He informed her that they were gifts from Prince Elric of the neighboring Kingdom. He elaborated that the young Prince, who was only 2 years her senior, had thought she might enjoy the novelties. She accepted the gifts, the first ever presented to her, with shaking hands and fled back to the shadows and the safety of Nanny's sheltering presence. The stares followed her and many eyes attempted to pierce the shadows in which she had concealed herself.

The King had collapsed back upon his throne and a hand was clasped to his stomach. Aleena was frightened by the strange reaction to her appearance. She had attended these Royal functions for the past few years and had never seen any person ever provoke such a reception, not from the court and especially not from the King. Nanny made her stand there for the remainder of the ceremony. The King took several minutes to regain any kind of composure but he alone did not turn to stare at the place where Aleena had fled. However, his very avoidance of looking to his left was pronounced and seemed bizarre. His manner was strained and his voice diminished for the remainder of the proceedings.

When at last the gifts were all presented, the King made his way from the Hall by way of a door to the right of the throne and Aleena was finally allowed to escape back to her quiet chambers.

After they returned, she asked Nanny in a shaky voice why everyone had been so startled by her appearance. Nanny sighed and answered, "It's on account of your mother, I suspect. They've not seen you this many years and forgot how much you resembled her."

"Do I so look like my mother?" The idea seemed fantastic to the Princess who could not really remember much of the Queen, other than the fact that she had been accorded the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom and perhaps the world.

"Indeed child, but for those sliver eyes, you could be her very self shrunk down to miniature size."

Aleena digested this news with mixed feelings. On the one hand it felt good to be told she looked like a woman who was so beautiful, but on the other hand, she hadn't liked the staring and the whispering that her appearance had generated. She spent the next hour or so in front of her mirror trying to see what the courtiers had seen. She looked perfectly ordinary to her own inexperienced eyes. Her eyes were the same silver they had been this morning and her hair the same golden color: the shape of her face and the curve of her lips had not been altered. She removed her gown and looked at her slender figure with its faintly curved waist, slender hips and pertly rounded buttocks. Her chest was still mainly flat with two puffy pink nipples crowning the barest of fleshy bumps.

She sighed and slipped her gown back on. Nanny said she was growing up but she didn't see it except that her legs had lengthened over the past two years. Otherwise she looked much the same to her own eyes. She returned to the room that served as her school room and gathered up the tiny golden gifts that had come to her from a far away land and a thoughtful Royal boy.

When the summons arrived later that evening, Aleena felt panic rise in her. She was to present herself to the Royal chambers in exactly 2 hours. She did not know why her father should suddenly call for her when he had never done so in the entirety of her life.

Her eyes sought Nanny's in desperation as the messenger left. "Oh Nanny! What shall I do? Why is my father calling for me now, with no notice? I thought if he summoned someone it was with many days or weeks to prepare!"

Nanny shrugged apprehensive shoulders. "I know not child, but he is the King and all must obey his will and command. Just mind your manners and don't shame me. Remember he is both your Father and your Sovereign. All obedience and devotion are owed to him."

A badly shaking Princess stood before the doors to the Royal Suite at the appointed time. The guards stared as she was ushered past them. Eyes darting everywhere at once, Aleena followed the Seneschal to where the King awaited her arrival. They passed through several rooms, each more richly appointed than the one before. Her own rooms were well furnished but shabby and somewhat neglected as they'd been decorated with whatever Nanny and Aleena could scrounge from the Royal storerooms. All before her was splendid and shining and she had no more experience of such magnificence than the daughter of a country squire might possess. She was too young and guileless to hide her reactions and so she stared all around her like the veriest country bumpkin.

Finally they came to a room smaller than the grand apartments they had thus far traversed. It was smaller but no less sumptuously appointed. A plush velvet couch of Royal Purple stood against one gilt papered wall and various scrolling wooden chairs were gathered round as if ready for a small party of conversation. A magnificent desk of dark inlaid wood stood gleaming against the opposite wall and before it sat the King. She was escorted forward and sank into the deepest of curtsies at his feet. She heard footsteps retreating and a door closing with a snap. Her breathing became labored as her anxiety increased with each moment that passed. Thick fingers grasped her chin and tilted her face upward. She looked into the face of her father and King for the very first time in her life. Her heart stopped for a long moment then began beating weakly under the strangely intense gleam in his deep blue eyes.

He didn't speak for a long time and so she did not either, awaiting his command. His eyes roamed over her face intently and his breathing became ragged. His fingers under her chin tugged and she rose to her small height of just over 4 feet. That strangely intent stare roamed over her entire body and seemed to burn her through her clothes. A large, long fingered hand reached out to trail over her cheek and down the soft line of her jaw. She felt his hands begin to tremble and her own shaking increased. He did not speak as his hand caressed her throat, skimmed across her chest and curved around her tiny waist. The hand tugged her closer and her feet stumbled awkwardly forward. She felt that burningly hot hand slide down over her hip before curving round behind her to cup and measure her buttocks. Her terrified shaking increased at this exploration of her person. No one had ever touched her like that. No man had ever touched her at all, not even in passing. He seemed so very large looming over her cowering form. She dared not look at him. Finally he spoke, but it seemed he did not speak to her for his words were soft, distracted as if he spoke only to himself.

"A match, she said to find her match. Surely this is she, the one my beloved meant. A copy, a perfect copy in miniature."

The strange words echoed what Nanny had said about Aleena's mother and they emboldened the Princess to ask, "My mother?" His eyes whipped to hers. He seemed shocked to hear her speak and Aleena froze, thinking that she had displeased him.

Finally he nodded. "Yes, her, your…mother. You could be her twin." "Nanny said my eyes are different." Aleena swallowed hard.

"Is that so?" The King's eyes had never left hers. He nodded. "Yes her eyes were the crystal blue of a mountain stream. Yours, my God, they shine like platinum!" He sat back down in the sumptuous chair he had vacated when his hands had been drawn to her body. He continued to stare at her with a strange hungry gaze. "How old are you child?"

She looked down at her feet. It seemed wrong somehow that he should not know her age himself. "I am nine summers old." He sucked in his breath loudly before letting it out with a hiss. Her eyes were drawn upwards again. His mouth twisted and his eyes were narrowed.

He muttered, as if to some unknown challenger, "Am I not the King? Is she not my daughter? Who will dare to challenge me? I will do as I like, yes, I will for it is only My Word that is law. What is law for others is not law for me."

His eyes swung back to hers. "Come here child. Closer, yes that's it." His hands wrapped around her slight waist and brought her body to stand between his thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His fingers burned through the thin silk of her gown and the thinner linen of her under-shift. They seemed to brand her with his heat.

He ran his hands all over her now, fingers probing through the loose fabric of her gown measuring her contours. His hands easily spanned her waist before he dropped one hand to cup and squeeze each buttock in turn, kneading them and bringing her closer still. His other hand slid down her belly to probe the place where her torso split into two thin shapely legs. Aleena felt his hand push between her thighs wedging the loose fabric into her cleft. He forced the fabric between the lips and pushed a finger into the folds of silk and skin. She tried to pull away at this intrusion and a whimper of fear escaped her lips. He let her go, taking his hands away all at once. She stumbled backwards away from him and his eyes followed hotly.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat. "You may return to your apartments, child. I will call when I desire your presence again."

Aleena fled. Dashing past astonished guards and rushing down the echoing halls her legs carried her with the speed of terror back to the security of her private sanctuary. Nanny said little as she helped the Princess to bed. She asked no questions, saying only, "What passes between you and your father must stay between you. Carry no tales, even to me." Aleena nodded, already unwilling to talk about those strange terrifying moments when the King's hot hands had explored her body.

As she lay in bed, it seemed she could still feel him touching her, probing her secrets. She reached her hand down between her legs to the place where he had tried to put his fingers through her gown. She felt up and down the buttery soft smooth skin and tentatively slipped her fingers within the folds there. The skin there was silkier, the outer skin more velvety. She probed the area feeling the hole she peed from and then the slightly larger hole below that. She'd always wondered why there were two holes. The second one didn't seem to serve any purpose. Why would the King want to feel her there? She'd sensed a mounting urgency to his movements as he had forced his fingers between those folds. What was it he was searching for? Was it the second hole? Her fingers drifted upwards. Could it be the little button on top?

She rubbed the button and felt a strange tingling there. It felt good so she kept stroking it while she pondered her father's strange actions. He'd never even seen her before, why touch her all over like that? Even Nanny didn't touch down there, not even when she bathed Aleena; she just swiped it with a cloth. The confused little girl eventually gave up trying to figure out what happened. After all, what did it matter? He was the King and he could do whatever pleased him.

Two nights later, the King called for his daughter again. Nanny roused the child from her slumber and hurriedly dressed her and combed her long golden hair. Her only reply to Aleena's sleepy inquiry was, "It's the King's command."

The drowsy Princess was ushered to the same richly furnished chamber as before and once again the King was seated at the intricately carved desk. However, this time he appeared to be wearing a rich soft robe, belted tightly at his trim waist with a golden cord. Soft slippers adorned his feet and his long rich black hair flowed freely over his shoulders and down his back. Aleena had only seen her father a few times before in her life but always before he had been richly arrayed in many layers of robes and tunics with elaborately tooled shoes and fabulous gems. This simple attire revealed his true appearance to her.

She examined him cautiously as she approached him once more. His face was chiseled and well tanned, his eyes a deep dark blue. He appeared to have a powerful build with broad shoulders and a wide chest. His hands were large with long thick fingers and his calves bulged powerfully beneath the parted hem of his robe. Aleena was both startled and alarmed to note that he appeared to wear little or nothing beneath that robe. His legs were clearly bare below the knee and his wrists were also unadorned where they met his sleeves. Her eyes flew to his chest and noted the small wedge of bare flesh above the place where the two sides of the garment met. The intimate sight of these small exposures set her limbs to shaking and her stomach to roiling as her fears of two days before suddenly overwhelmed her former drowsiness.

He beckoned to her with one powerful hand and she approached him. His eyes were glued to her face and that strange, intense light glowed in their terrible depths. She fell to her knees and he chuckled. She felt him wrap his hands around her upper arms and lift her easily to her feet. She met his eyes and a cold terror coiled down her spine. He was smiling at her. It was the strangest expression she'd ever seen on another human face. His lips curled up at the edges like anyone else's but it was the hot, intense gleam in those eyes that frightened her. She'd never seen such a look.

His hands dragged her forward as he spread his thighs wide. His robe parted and she glimpsed tan, hair-roughened skin. She dragged her eyes away as he pulled her in between his legs and wedged her tightly against his crotch. Aleena didn't want to look into his eyes again but she didn't want to look down either. Her eyes settled instead on the base of his throat.

The King's hands slid down her arms to her waist and then lower. He placed one hand under her buttocks and pulled her up onto her toes, tilting her crotch up towards him. His free hand began rubbing her belly in circles and occasionally slipping between her legs before sliding up again. He spoke not a word but growled strangely as his hands caressed her. He slid his hand up her back to her waist and jerked her tight up against his chest. He leaned back and lifted her from the floor. He set her sideways across his lap and his mouth descended to hers.

Aleena's gasp of shock was swallowed as his lips covered hers. His tongue slid inside her mouth immediately and began to explore the hot moist interior. She squirmed a little on his lap but his grip on her merely tightened. He ravaged her mouth for eons, sucking on her tongue, stroking it with his own, swirling it around and probing beneath it. He sipped the saliva from her mouth and nipped her lips with strong white teeth. The Princess lay stiff in his arms, shocked and frightened by this strange invasion.

She felt one hand slide down her body and grasp a handful of her silk gown. He began to tug the garment upward and soon she was exposed to the waist. His mouth continued its attack as his hands caressed the creamy velvet skin of her thighs. She clamped her legs together and he growled into her mouth. He lifted his head a fraction and his voice rasped. "Spread your legs for me honey, come on, open up." Her terror mounting she did as she was told and suddenly his thick fingers were parting the folds of puffy soft skin and slipping into the silken interior. He growled again and released her mouth. He forced her legs wider and pulled open her bare pussy lips. He gasped heavily and brought a finger to her the tight hole nestled inside.

Aleena cried out when he forced that finger inside her. She squirmed and whimpered and tried to jerk away. He pulled his finger away and lifted her small form in his powerful arms. A few steps and he lowered her to the couch and stripped away her gown and the thin shift that was her only underwear. His hands dropped to the golden cord around his waist and loosened it. He parted the front of his robe and then shrugged it off, never taking his eyes from her totally exposed flesh.

Aleena stifled a scream when the King removed his robe and stood before her naked. She'd never seen a naked adult of any gender and had never seen a naked male of any age. Her father's well muscled body towered over her menacingly and the sight of the enormous…. thing…. that stuck out from between his legs like a club made her curl up in a terrified ball of quivering flesh. He knelt down beside the couch and grasped her by the ankles. He pulled her legs down and straightened out her body. Then he forced her knees wide and dropped his head between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her secret flesh and then his warm wet tongue. It snaked its way into the same hole his finger had been inside just moments earlier.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her breathing as the hot wet worm of his tongue probed her opening. He dragged his mouth over her clit and circled it with teeth and tongue. He nipped at the tiny nub and licked and sucked her succulent virgin girl flesh. His tongue swirled round and round it, his teeth grazed the sensitive pearl and tugged insistently at the tiny protrusion. A moan escaped Aleena as the strange wonderful sensations radiated from her pussy to the rest of her body. She writhed in his hands and began pushing her hips up to grind his mouth down on her body more firmly.

He chuckled and continued to devour her baby cunt. After long minutes of the exquisite torture, the Princess began to feel a strange tightness building in her belly. She sobbed in ecstasy as the sensation built and her clit throbbed in her father's mouth. Finally the tension snapped and she felt her body convulse with almost unbearable pleasure. The King dropped his mouth lower and began eagerly sucking at his child's love hole. He lapped up her scant discharge and sat back on his knees wiping at his damp face with his large hands.

Trembling and sobbing softly, Aleena lay as he'd left her. Her legs were spread obscenely wide and her glistening bald pussy lay exposed. He stared at her with eyes that were still as hungry as they had been earlier. She looked up at him and he stared into her silvery eyes. A large hand lifted to her cheek and caressed the fragile bones. "Aleena," she started as he spoke her name for the very first time, "Do you know what is happening? Do you realize what you are?" She shook her head dazedly. "You are even lovelier than she was, did you know that?" Aleena again shook her head. "It's true. I never thought it could be. I never in my wildest dreams thought anyone could ever be more beautiful than she was. You look so much like her, so very, very much like her and yet though no flaw existed in her, your beauty is greater, it is her loveliness enhanced and refined."

He pulled his daughter to him, crushing her slight body against his broad chest. "I have to have you! They tried to dissuade me, but they cannot. I must have you! I will have you Aleena; do you hear me? You will be mine. You must belong to me and to no other!"

He was hurting her. His powerful hands crushing her chest and shoulders as he pressed her too tightly to him. She whimpered in fear but he seemed unable to hear her distress. His voice ranted loudly but she could no longer make out the words. She was smothering against his skin. She began to struggle weakly. He eased her away from his chest only to fasten his mouth to hers once again.

She was crying again, scared by his raving, which made little sense to her 9-year-old ears. What did he mean he "had to have her"? He was her father and the King, what could he possibly want that anyone would speak against? He frightened her with his intensity, his strength and the strange passion that gripped him so powerfully. The way he held her and touched her, their nude bodies rubbing together and the way he kept attacking her with his mouth, these things all filled her with terror and confusion. She shook all over wanting desperately to escape him. The moistness between her legs made her uncomfortable and the sensations she had felt when he put his mouth on her mound scared her. It seemed she had no control over her body and that made her want to run away and hide.

Finally he broke off the kiss, tearing his mouth from hers with a groan. He held her to him more gently and rocked her body with his. His lips against her golden hair he whispered, "I know they say it's wrong, that it is against God's law, but I don't care. She said I must find someone as lovely as her and you are the only one…the only one I want…I have to have you…." His hands roamed over her skin gently, down her back and over her buttocks, tracing and kneading those small soft half globes. He lifted her to his lap as he sat on the couch. He faced her away from him and settled her sweet ass cheeks over his enormous erection. She felt his swollen, hard rod nestle in the crack between her buttocks and his hands settle on her waist.

He began to pump his hips back and forth, rubbing himself in that warm groove. He thrust against her for several minutes, groaning and grunting the whole time. Finally she heard his breathing go ragged and his thrusts became jerky and uncoordinated. Suddenly she felt his thing jerk and something hot, wet and slimy squirted against her soft skin. He shouted aloud at the same moment and pulled her up against his chest tightly. He sucked on the side of her neck and shuddered deeply. After several minutes he released her and she rolled off his lap. She stood before him with that gooey slime running down her legs. He looked up and smiled. "That's royal cum darling, the finest in the land." Aleena didn't know what cum was but she guessed it meant the slime oozing coldly down her legs. "Go child, go back to bed. I will call for you anon." Aleena grabbed her shift and wriggled into it. She didn't bother with the gown but darted from the room and ran like the wind all the way back to her room. Nanny was waiting and had a bath ready for her. Aleena was too grateful to question how Nanny knew she'd need one, she just sank into it and scrubbed her skin until it felt raw, but no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't wash away the memory of his touch.

Nearly a week passed. Aleena remained secluded in her room, unaware of the horrified whispers that echoed through the Palace corridors. Nanny never said a word about the rumors, the gossip or the thundering denouncements that echoed from every pulpit in the Kingdom. The old woman had raised many a Royal child and kept her currant charge in ignorance of the scandal storm her first public appearance had sparked off. The child had enough to deal with.

Nanny was aware of the King's unnatural desire for his child, but the habit of obedience was so deeply entrenched in her soul that she was outraged by the censure of the Kingdom. God made Kings, and Kings were answerable only to God. As his subjects they had no right to question his actions no matter how bizarre they might seem. She felt sorry that the quiet and lovely Princess was called upon to be the focus of her father's lustful attentions, especially at such a young age, but there was naught she felt she could do about it. She just hoped he would remember she was a child and a small one at that.

Why, had she been a commoner, she would not be of marriageable age for another 3 years and most girls didn't marry until they were 13 or 14. However, the King could do as he liked and his daughter was bound by the laws of both God and Man to obey her father and King. He had announced his intention to marry his daughter on the eve of her 10th birthday. That was still 6 months away however, and judging by the way the child had returned from her second visit to her father, he wasn't going to wait to have his virgin bride.

Nanny sighed and smoothed out the silken gown she had prepared for Aleena. It was of the thinnest sheerest silk that could be produced by the finest of the Royal weavers. It was pale pink and so sheer that it seemed more like a gossamer veil than an actual gown. Aleena would wear this the next time she was called. The King had commanded it. Nanny stroked the soft fabric and fought back tears. There was no way he would not hurt the child, she was so tiny and he was a giant of a man. He stood over 6'3" and was powerfully muscled. Nanny had not seen him naked since he was 12, but even at that age, he had been well hung for such a young man. Now as an adult, she had no doubts he would prove far to large for the delicate child, no matter how gentle he tried to be.

Tears ran down the old woman's face for she had no doubt that he intended this to be the child's true wedding garment. He would consummate the bond before the priest would ever preside over the nuptials. He would not wait; she had seen the obsessed lust in his eyes as he gazed at his daughter. She had seen the semen on the child's legs when she had returned the week before. He would finish it that night and Aleena's childhood would be torn from her with abrupt finality. Nanny could not ready the child for what was to come although she had tried. She had sat the girl down and explained what men did to women in the night. Aleena had listened intently and absorbed all Nanny could tell her, but the old woman knew that the words could never prepare the child for the real experience.

The messenger departed and Nanny turned to summon the Princess from her bed. She roused the sleepy child and swiftly brushed out her soft golden hair before helping the girl into the pink silk gown. Aleena shivered as the cool silk slid over her naked skin. Nanny reminded her of the conversation they had had earlier and she began to tremble even as she nodded at the old woman's words. She understood what her father meant to do but the thought of him putting his flesh into hers frightened her terribly. She had no choice however, and she knew it. He was father and King. His word was law and she must submit to his desires.

Nanny ushered the Princess through the abandoned halls of the Palace, reaching the Royal Chamber at the specified hour of midnight. The child's fair ivory skin shone clearly through the gossamer garment she wore and every line of her fragile form was clearly visible. She wanted to hug the girl to her, knowing she would never be the same quietly happy child that she had once been. Instead, she nodded to the guards on duty who opened the doors for Aleena and she watched the child reluctantly disappear behind them, looking back at Nanny with tears in her lovely silver eyes as the doors closed behind her.

Aleena saw her father as soon as she entered the small chamber with the couch where he had made her feel so strange the week before. He was standing by a door on the far side of the room, his hands already loosening the golden cord at his waist as he beheld the beautiful child revealed to him in the sheer pink silk. "Come child, come with me. I have been waiting for this night, this time that will make you mine forever." The Princess felt her steps dragging as she approached her father. His robe was open, his tan skin faintly dusted with black hair that arrowed down his flat stomach and pointed to the swelling flesh beneath. Nanny had called it a cock and she had described in detail what the King would do with it. It looked enormous to the child's wide eyes. How could he possibly fit that in her little pussy hole? She shuddered as she reached his side. He took her by the hand and led her through the door to the room beyond.

A huge bed dominated the chamber, hung with rich fabrics and draped with the softest of furs and silk. The King led his child to the bed and lifted her onto it. He lay beside her and began to stroke her body through the thin silk of her dress. His mouth licked at her tiny stiff nipples and left round wet spots over each. He slid his tongue down her body while his hands pulled the hem of the pink gown upward. He slipped it off over her head and pursued the same path down her body with his mouth. This time he spread her legs and began to lick the soft bare lips of her pussy, worming his tongue in between and finding her clit. She began to wriggle under his tongue, those strange pleasurable tingles starting to shoot through her pussy and belly. He lapped at her with his broad tongue until she was shuddering and whimpering with pleasure. He lavished his saliva on her, smearing it around her tiny hole. He continued to lick and swirl his tongue in her hot little cunt until Aleena screamed with a shuddering and intense orgasm.

While she was still shaking in pleasure, the King got to his knees and pulled her legs wide and pushed her knees back to her shoulders. He brought his thick cock to her tiny opening and began to push forward. She was wet from his mouth and her spend but his cock could not breach the opening easily. He growled deep in his throat and pushed harder. As her tight flesh refused to yield to him, his anger grew. He forced her legs wider and pressed them back harder trying to lever her open. He grasped his heavy penis in one hand and held it in place while he forced the head inside the tight grip of her girl slit.

Aleena grunted in pain as he first tried to breach her and failed, but when he succeeded in lodging the tip of his cock inside her a pained scream was forced from her lips. She panted in pain while he paused there for a moment, his eyes wild and fierce. He growled under his breath, "I will fuck you Aleena, all the way! Your mine now, mine forever!" Her pussy tore as he forced his thickness into her inch by slow inch. She tried to twist away but his hands held her hips still and forced her body up to meet his invading member. Tears streamed from her eyes as his cock forced her inner walls to accept his penetration. His cock gouged her tender flesh and the blood from this trauma helped ease his passage deeper into her body. He slowly pushed through her hymen and the gradual tearing of the taut membrane brought fresh whimpers of anguish from the violated Princess.

He felt the end of her tunnel against the blunt tip of his cock and he stopped pushing. He looked down at their joined bodies and realized that barely more than half his length was able to penetrate the child. He grunted as he slid his cock back, feeling her vice like pussy grip him as he dragged it out of the tight glove. He withdrew almost to the tip then forced his way back inside the sobbing child's cunt. He reveled in her tiny size, the way her bald pussy lips stretched obscenely around his mighty cock staff. He began to thrust back and forth within his daughter; her virgin's blood easing his passage and heightening his pleasure.

As he humped the girl he slid a finger to her clit and began to massage her there. Soon her groans of pain were pierced here and there with a whimper of pleasure. Aleena couldn't understand what was happening. Her clit was pulsing with pleasurable tingles while her pussy was in agony with her father's thick meat piercing her. She struggled with the conflicting sensations her mind confused and frightened. Her belly tightened in an orgasm and she cried out in shocked pleasure even as her father shoved harder into her and something else tore. She screamed in pain even as her pussy contracted in pleasure. He was plunging deeper inside her body now and all Aleena could feel was pain as his thrusts increased in speed and depth. It seemed an eternity of being covered and pierced and filled with his flesh passed before he began to jerk and buck in uncoordinated abandon.

He screamed, "I'm gonna cum in you little girl! Your Daddy's Cumming! Take it! Take it all! Take Daddy's cream!" He jammed deep inside her and she felt something hot splashing her insides while he bucked and screamed incoherently above her. He lifted her off the bed, still impaled on his cock and lay down on his back with her cradled to his chest. She lay on him, sobbing in pain and terror while his hands roamed all over her soft little body.

He whispered in her ear, "You're not my daughter any more Aleena, now you're my wife. The priest may have refused to join us until your birthday, but you are mine regardless. My baby girl, lover, wife!" Aleena shook her head in shock at his words. Nanny had told her he would "fuck" her this night, but had said nothing about becoming his wife! "I'm not old enough yet!"

She didn't realize she had spoken aloud until her father's hands pulled her roughly from his chest and held her away from him. He growled at her, "You're my fucking wife now little girl! Accept it, you have no choice. Your mother told me what to look for in my new bride and I know she meant you!" His cock was swelling inside her again and he pushed her firmly down on it and groaned. She gasped as his stiffening flesh rubbed against the raw walls of her sore cunt. His hands forced her to rise and fall on his thick staff. He pulled her forward and ground his hips up into hers until she sank all the way down his cock and his soft balls nestled in the crack of her ass. He rotated his hips, grinding his pubic bone into her clit and widening her tortured passage. His fingers rubbed her sensitive nub as he fucked up into her slowly. Aleena's cunt seemed to go numb and much of the pain began to recede as her pleasure rose. She whimpered as her clit twitched under his attention.

Soon she was moaning and writhing against him, her body greedy for the touch that was forcing the pain away with intolerable pleasure. She screamed again, this time in ecstasy as she came once again for her father. He chuckled low in his throat as his hands continued to force her to slide up and down his fuck-stick. "That's it baby, cum for Daddy! Cum little girl, yeah, oh yeah, that's it my slut!" Soon he was shuddering with his own release. When he was spent he pushed the girl off his lap and she yelped as the suction from his cock pulling out of her cum filled pussy sent a thrill of pain up her belly. She lay on her side beside him on the bed panting in confusion and pain. Her raw pussy throbbed painfully even as her clit was pulsing with the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

"You'll stay here with me from now on, Aleena. You'll live here as my wife, and I'll have you whenever I want, is that clear?" Aleena managed a feeble "yes" in response. He turned to her again and rose over her. He parted her thighs and stared at her parted pussy lips. The puffy pink flesh was coated with blood and cum, the mixture oozing down her thighs and pooling underneath her. He leaned forward and began to lap it up from her legs before licking his way back to her torn and painful pussy. He gently licked all around the lips of her bald cuntlet before sinking his mouth lower and gently sucking his fluids from her hole.

He flicked his tongue against her clit and Aleena was startled to feel pleasure from the touch. She had thought herself to sore to feel anything good but the King proved her wrong when she shuddered and moaned while he tongued her to yet another orgasm. When he was done lapping up the remainder of her pussy cream and his cum he settled on the bed and pulled her against his chest. He cradled her there while he fell asleep and Aleena remained awake for hours listening to him breathing in the dim room. His hands roamed over her even while he slept and the soft touch and the burning pain in her pussy kept the Princess awake until dawn.

The King awoke with a smile and a hard-on. His daughter-wife slept against his erection and he savored the warmth of her sweet buttocks curved around his hardened maleness. He sighed in satisfaction as he remembered the hours he'd spent so pleasurably transforming his daughter into his wife. He knew he had hurt her, but it had been necessary. Her body must become accustomed to its mate and there really was no easy way to do it. He'd made sure she had had some enjoyment from the encounter and he felt she had been amply compensated for her pain with the pleasure he had bestowed upon her. He was eager to be inside his lover once again and he gently rolled her over as she slept and parted her thighs.

He woke her with his tongue on her clit and she roused with a surprised cry. When she was shuddering in ecstasy he mounted her swiftly and pushed his swollen flesh into hers once more. Aleena gasped in pain from his possession but moaned in pleasure when he stroked her clit in time with his gentle thrusts. When he had spilled his seed in her womb once again he held her to him and slipped a narrow golden ring upon the middle finger of her left hand. He whispered, "This was your mother's, she wanted me to give it to you when you took her place as my wife." Aleena trembled against her father and stared in wonder at the softly shining ring.

Weeks passed and scandal rocked the Kingdom as it became known that the King had moved his daughter and intended wife into his own chambers. Shocked and titillated speculation was rife and uncontrollable and the King's councilors became more and more frantic as it seemed the mood of the nation was turning against their once adored sovereign. However, the King was deaf to their pleas that he set aside his incestuous obsession and marry a candidate more acceptable to the populace. He would usually reply to their blandishments with a contemptuous sneer and a comment that he ruled his Kingdom, not the rabble. Still the ministers of state worried. Months passed and in desperation their thoughts turned to the Princess. If the King could not be reasoned with, they would try to dissuade the girl.

Aleena was startled when her father's councilor's approached her. She was seated in the Queen's garden when they quietly filed in one late summer morning. They told her of their concerns and asked her to try to persuade the King to set her aside. The confused child didn't understand much of their lofty words and flowery speeches but she did comprehend that they wanted her to try to change the King's mind about marrying her. She was reluctant to defy the King but she also wasn't sure she wanted to marry him. She agreed to try to talk to her father. The councilors departed satisfied that they had maneuvered the child the way they wanted.

That evening Aleena attempted to talk to her father about the impending wedding. He brushed her words aside with a chuckle and picked her up in his arms for a passionate kiss. The Princess was becoming accustomed to his use of her body and often found herself reluctantly enjoying his caresses. While it no longer hurt as much when he slid his large cock into her tight pussy, it still stretched her uncomfortably. However she writhed in dazed pleasure when he used his mouth or fingers on her moist girl flesh and was even starting to enjoy pleasuring him with her mouth. She got a strange thrill of power when he shook and shouted in ecstasy from what she did to him with her tongue and lips.

When the councilors approached the Princess to ask about her progress she told them that the King had ignored her pleas. So they proposed a plan to the girl so that she might halt or at least stall the swiftly approaching wedding. She agreed to the plan though she had little hope of it succeeding. A scant month before the planned nuptials the Princess made a formal request of the King. She said, "It is my right as a Royal Princess of the Realm to set a task for the suitor to my hand, is it not?" The King, amused, granted that indeed, by tradition she did have that right. The diminutive child then demanded that before she would marry him, her father must obtain for her a golden dress that shone as brightly as the sun, a silver gown with the same luminous glow as the moon and a third garment that captured the fire and sparkle of the stars twinkling in the night sky.

The King agreed and summoned the finest tailors in 10 Kingdoms at a tremendous expense. By the week before the wedding, the three glowing gowns were presented to the Princess as her betrothal gift. Following the plan of the councilors, the Princess made a second demand. This time she commanded her future husband to provide her with a cloak made from the furs of all the animals in the entire Kingdom. The King grew grim at this demand but agreed to furnish the cloak before the wedding morn. He gathered all the hunters in the land and rode out with them personally. On the morning before the wedding a shimmering cloak made of thousands of tiny pieces of fur was presented to the Princess.

Princess Aleena, rather than feeling dismay at the success of her father, found herself deeply touched by the lengths he had gone to in order to please her. It was true that he was gentle with her and seemed to so delight in her presence; the girl had found herself turning to her father more and more as the months had passed. He had continued to gently make love to her each night and she had become an eager participant in their love play. She had grown in the last 6 months and now when her father laid her on their bed, she begged him to fill her with his cock. Her heart melted and yielded completely to her father/husband when he draped the soft cloak of all-fur around her slender shoulders that morning before the wedding. She took his hand and told him softly, "I love you daddy. I want to be your wife, more than anything in the world."

The King felt his heart swell in his chest as he heard the words from his daughter that he had longed for since the moment he had beheld her trembling form in the dimly lit Great Hall the Christmas before. The deeply happy King sighed in contentment that night as he held his lovely daughter's small slender body in his arms. In the morning she would become his in the sight of the entire world and no one could ever take her away from him.

However, the frantic ministers of state had other plans. When the King managed to foil their hopes of setting him an impossible task for his betrothal, they decided to take more direct action. As Aleena prepared herself for the ceremony a gang of masked men burst into her chambers and spirited her far away from the castle. They held her prisoner for years in a grim and desolate keep in a land far from the borders of her father's realm. She had only the possessions she had been wearing on her person when they abducted her.

As a sentimental gesture she had placed the miniature golden spindle and spinning wheel gifted to her by that foreign prince into a dainty pouch tied to her waist and on her left hand she wore the slender golden band her father had bestowed upon her the morning after he had made her his. As she had grown she had moved the delicate band to her third finger and often gazed on it longingly, thinking of her lost lover. She slept at night under the fur cloak her father had given her the day before she was taken from him. It had been around her shoulders when the men had dragged her from the Royal bedchamber.

The Princess passed the days in a comfortable suite of rooms that she was never allowed to leave. One day she looked in the mirror and was startled by the changes time had made to her appearance. Grown tall and slender, her once shallow curves had deepened and her breasts had blossomed into small graceful mounds. Her face had sharpened, the bones more prominent beneath the ivory smooth skin. Her pale golden hair had deepened to a ripe, honey-gold but her silvery eyes remained the same. She was gowned in a plain linen kirtle and surcoat and thought with a regretful sigh that she more resembled the daughter of a merchant or prosperous farmer than the princess she truly was. She was unsure of precisely how much time had passed but knew it could be measured in years rather than months. She was never acquainted with the identity of her abductors, or even the name of the land in which she now dwelled. However, there grew in Aleena the determination to escape from her prison by some means and return to the land of her birth.

One day an unexpected opportunity to do just that presented itself. The taciturn old lady who had apparently been assigned to look after her had failed to secure the door properly behind her one morning after delivering the Princess's breakfast. Aleena, perceiving her chance had come, swiftly gathered her few possessions and slipped from her rooms. Muffled by the fur cloak she scurried on silent feet down the halls following the smell of cooking food. This route led her to the large keep kitchen. During the hustle and bustle of the morning meal, the harried staff did not notice the golden girl in the grayish cloak who flitted through the shadows to the kitchen door and out into the misty gray morning.

Lost but free, the Princess made her way across the land. The fur cloak grew dirty and tattered but Aleena would not give it up and tied it round her limbs with pieces of string. She worked her way closer to her father's land little by little taking direction from strangers along the way and growing more ragged and dirty as each day passed. Finally months later she stood once more on the lands ruled by her father. She slowly made her way back to the palace but when she arrived, no one believed her story. They laughed at the pathetic dirty fur covered creature that she appeared to be. However, they were not unkind people and they allowed the poor mad creature a place in the kitchens to work as the lowliest of the scullery drudges.

That same evening, Aleena listened closely to the talk among the kitchen servants and discovered which dish was intended for the King's personal consumption. When no one was looking she slipped the tiny golden spindle onto the King's plate. That evening when the King found the tiny trinket he was deeply puzzled. Something about the tiny thing tugged at his memories but he was unable to fathom why. He shook his head and sank back into the apathy that had consumed him since his beloved Aleena had disappeared on their wedding morn. The entire Kingdom had been shocked and saddened at the loss of the beautiful little girl. While they hadn't endorsed the marriage of the King and his daughter, no one had wished the child ill. When years passed with no sign of the Princess despite the worldwide search the King had instigated, it was assumed that the girl must have perished. The King's ministers had lately been begging him to marry once more and produce an heir, as his own child was gone and only the week before the King had reluctantly agreed.

Down in the kitchens, Aleena learned of all that had passed since her abduction. She also learned that she had been gone for over 4 years. She wondered if her father ever missed her and despaired at the news that he was planning to wed soon. A week passed before the newest Royal scullery drudge was able to locate the dishes intended for the King's table once more. This time she slipped the tiny golden spinning wheel into the King's soup and crossed her fingers hoping something might come of it. When the King discovered the golden ornament residing at the bottom of his appetizer he roared for the Royal chef to be brought to him. He shook the tiny dripping thing at the man and demanded to know who was playing tricks. A deep need to know who had slipped the thing into his dinner over rode his melancholy and he ordered the chef to find out where it had come from.

The terrified Royal chef interrogated every occupant of the kitchen until someone admitted that they had seen the poor mad girl lurking near the Royal tray before it was taken to the dining hall. All the servant's eyes turned to the bundle of furry rags. The chef questioned Aleena and she admitted to slipping the golden spinning wheel into the King's soup. The chef cuffed her and swore before locking her in the well room while he reported to the King. Aleena took the opportunity to wash the filth from her body and while she could do little about her dirty clothes, her skin shone ivory smooth and her golden hair glimmered. When she heard the booted feet approaching she quickly raised the tattered hood of the all-fur cloak once again, hiding her appearance.

Armed men dragged her before the King. Now that the moment had come to reveal herself to her father, Aleena found herself trembling with fear. What if he did not recognize her? What if he too thought she was a mad foundling and banished her from his presence or had her beaten for her temerity? When her father first addressed her she was so consumed by her fears that she did not hear him immediately. A rough hand shoved her and she was flung to the floor at the foot of the throne. Her clean white hands came out from under the cloak to cushion the fall. The King, annoyed at the mute and filthy creature before him glanced down at the hands spread on the floor at his feet. His eye was caught by the gleam of gold on the third finger of the left hand. His shocked eyes recognized his late wife's wedding ring, which he had placed on his daughter's finger 4 long years before. Rage filled him, as he perceived this creature had something to do with his beloved Aleena's destruction. He launched himself off the throne and grabbed the tiny thing by the scruff of the neck. He shook it and roared angrily at it, "How came you by my daughter's ring? Answer me you piece of filth or I'll beat it out of you!"

Aleena, taken aback by the King's enraged action could only sputter as the neck of the cloak cut into her throat from his grasp on her. He shook her and she gurgled wordlessly struggling to free herself of his rough grasp. Her struggles loosened the hood covering her head and as it slid away revealing the glowing golden hair beneath it a gasp rose from the gathering. A sharp cry rose from the King as he quickly loosened his hold upon her and scrambled to push the disordered golden hair from her face. As her luminous silver eyes met his gaze he cried out again and crushed her to his chest sobbing his great joy. "My beloved! My Aleena!" Tears of relief filled the Princess's eyes as she was held tightly by the man whom she had labored so long and hard to reach. He kissed her then, deeply, and passionately and she knew that his love for her remained as strong as hers for him.

They were married 2 weeks later and the people were so relieved to have their Princess back that they welcomed the wedding with joyous hearts. The ministers of state were so relieved to have the King married at all that they bowed their heads to the inevitable. The fact that the people no longer objected to the union meant that they had nothing to fear. The King and his Princess naturally lived happily ever after in incestuous joy.

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