The Challenge of Lasting - The King

The King stomped forwards slowly, with the Princess gripping her body around before glaring and letting go, standing fiercely to stride high and raising her hands to the court, covered in cum and her womanhood filled with the littlest spread of white hero spunk sticking to her thighs with the mess the man had made dwarfing it with sticking out thick ropes. She motioned to the court, stepping towards the tyrant. "Let all bear witness to the so soft King! Whatever happens here today, my child shall be that of a hero! My body shall not allow any less."

The King grunted. He backhanded her across the face, making those not **** gasp and her fly to the floor, before he stepped forward as she crawled back and he finally stepped on her ankle, just enough to stop like a wounded animal, before slowly moving forward and grabbing her other ankle.

He dragged her back her whole body nothing for his hand, and moved to sit on her thighs, trapping her. She tried to leave, and trying got her his hand patting resting against her ample behind, the thick meat jiggling and spilling over the sides like the most God-given sex-making arousing thicknesses of meat to just slightly spill over but not so much as to then again disgust as with nothing. He groped and felt, before-

SPANK

Groping again and rubbing. The Princess kicked feet and whined, before the King spanked her again, making her feet cross and toes curl as he rubbed it again.

"See....?" He coaxed. "Doesn't that feel good....? Doesn't it feel so much better to give in... to do s you're told. Your body knows it. Your body melted at the sight of me. It melted around me I could feel it. You're a candle, little Princess. You're a candle to my warmth and my body is hotter than the sun-!"

He spanked her and she wailed, before he rubbed it again.

He groped and finally pulled back her hair making her gasp, as none had ever dare even touch it beyond to make her braids before. He whispered to her. "Look around you Princess. You'll be admiring me in the shiny mirror's of your halls soon enough. So look around while you still can. While your eyes aren't slurring from the feel of me, and blinded by your body's perfect fit to my manhood and it's need."

SPANK

And he slowly pulled his penis to full length out up over the behind, to slap against the ass and jiggle it. He pat it down against to show the full length, making some women gasp and cry out 'Me! Me! Oh God ME! ME NEXT SIR! ME KING GANONDORF!'

The man laughed and groped, spreading the behind to show off the pinkness inside, just a little covered in white but already slicking to the thighs and drying.

He moaned and slowly pressed a thumb up against the rarer hole, making the Princess gasp a hole of her mouth and blink as she clung to nothing and moaned against herself.

"See? The boy didn't even consider such a thing. But not to worry Princess. That's not really why I'm doing this, is it?"

The Princess glared up at him.

He grinned. "Say it."

She shook her head.

"Well that is an answer. You know that's not why I'm doing this. You know why I'm doing this, don't you Princess?"

The Princess glared with knife-eyes, daggers, ****. She nodded.

He grinned. "That's right. To give you little Princes and Princesses all in that tiny little womb of yours, which we're going to just slightly fatten up to give you nice, healthy, Gerudain babies. So... by all means resist. Or try to make me cum. I'll give you that. Perhaps you're tired out from and won't perform your best, that'll be why I'd last so long. But... I'll still win. You know that. Don't you? Somewhere in your heart?"

She gulped.

She looked down. She whispered. "I hate you..."

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "We'll see what you'll tell your subjects about me when I'm inside you and shoving. With more inches than any man has ever had. With more thickness than any hole has ever known. Well, except for that one of yours of course."

He gently took her throat and then pat her face with small mocking pats.

He smiled. "Do not worry your worship. I shall make this... good."

SPANK

He moved his penis back, and began to slowly, achingly slide up the length of the pinkness, but not inside. Simply sliding to tease. Slapping the thickness of it to fully intrude and impede on her skin's virtue, and inside the rawest of places the boy hadn't even thought to touch. He slowly slid his manhood slapping against her length of vulva up the clitoris the boy had not even considered, before sliding back over with the pressure and hardness only he could ****.

Her eyes popped open and the sensation of the clitoral stimulation was clearly doing something to her, because her eyes went that drunk of being fully throated and she whispered.

"Oh no..."

He grinned and began sliding back to the tip, rubbing it back and forth on the clitoris before sliding it forward, pressing his entire hips into the clit to press in and beyond to rub it on the hood as she gripped and clung her nails into floor.

"The Princess needs something to cling to."

The soldier ran for the throne and with others, pulled it close. It was within grasp.

She had hands grasping and seemed not to notice, her hands then clinging to the small sheets hanging from the finery of the throne, the small dangling sheet of silk from the bottom of it where her calves had lain just seemingly moments before.

Now the man threatened her womanhood and honor and need and everything with long, slow strokes. Sliding up and down slowly up her clit to then slide down and then slowly press against the outside of the pink and then slide up and down the sensitive parts inside, before occasionally moving to threaten the hole and prod. He slowly pressed in, enjoyed her gasps and clings, before slowly moving back.

"Y- you're evil!" She gasped.

He laughed.

"I'm more than that..." He said.

He did this for a while, before slowly making his way to press against her hole, and began to move a hand up to slide up her abs and then to her tit, tugging on the nipple and slapping it before tugging on the other, slapping them both and then making her body jump and quiver.

Finally, he began to prod, shoving the thick head of his cock against her tight pink pussy lips, the hole began stretching out to take his form, and he pushed.

And pushed. And pushed.

And pushed.

And slowly stretched her mouth open and her eyebrows up into an expression the boy had never induced in her. And he slide his thick meaty penis inside of her wet, smaller-cum-covered vagina and pushed into the hole, a too-big cock sliding into the impudent pussy of the fighting Princess as he moved a hand to pull her hair back and make her gasp yet again, disciplining with a-

SPANK

As he slowly **** his inches inside of her.

Her face began to cry just a little tear and then sniffle as her body kept wracking, and she moved to grip and then try to breathe, but something was happening to her. He grinned.

"Feel that? Princess... that's called an orgasm." He laughed only at her. "If he were a real man you'd have had one with him. Perhaps your body likes me more... no matter what your mouth likes to protest..."

SPANK

And he slowly ran fingers down her back to then trace back up, before moving around to tug on the nipple over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over as he slid thick penis inside of her.

And her body began wracking and she knew what was coming. Revealing a sluttier secretive side to herself that she hadn't shown to anyone before. He knew. After all, who would even dare question if the Princess had experienced orgasms before?

He moved lips to her ear. "Aaaaahhhhh I see... you've felt this before. Just not with him. Not at his best. Not with lives at stake. And your body did not make you feel the same with all of Hyrule at it's need... some heroes... oh well!"

SPANK

And he began to slowly thrust past the head, beginning to shove his shaft with the tiniest bit of speed up for himself, all control, all fine. And with the faster unexpected thrust of his cock, she bucked.

Her hips bucked and she moved a finger to bite, and tried to stifle it, but her body quivered. Her body wracked and began shaking as he fucked inside, shoving in with a consistent pace and then reaching in most of his shaft. He left it there for her to cum on, before slowly dragging it back to make her feel something again. To further insult her body with a better than her lover.

"See how your Princess orgasms! See how her body responds to true power..."

He slowly shushed her. "Good girl." He whispered, knowing even at his most cruel that good connexions were important to ensure the greatest of memories of orgasm among women, remembering his concubines who had written letters to him just before this battle **** this silly war and return to them for more. "Who's a good little whore for Daddy? That's right. Sssssshhhhhhhhhh... good girl. Good girl. Good girl."

He slowly shoved inside and back, beginning the first of his slowest fucks and sliding back to see her delightfully clingy pussy dragging that pink ring of need back, her body so desperately hugging it's first real cock and then welcoming and begging for more of it's form.

SPANK