Things get out of hand

"Get dressed Sara." It is almost impossible to think when there is a naked teenager with perky pink breasts and big green eyes staring up at you sweetly from your bed. "You should leave. Now."

"Aren't you going to punish me, Your Majesty?" Her attempt to cover herself actually only accentuates her nakedness and as you breath in you become aware of the earthy sent of her arousal. "I've been very naughty; how will I ever learn if you don't teach me?" She gives a little squeak when you snatch her by the upper arm and pull her to her feet. This petite young noblewoman, is so slender that she weighs almost nothing and you drag her easily from the bed.

"Get dressed, Girl." You growl, "I don't have time for this!" Instead of cowering timidly, the shy young maiden turns on you with the fire of a cornered mountain cat.

"I'm not a girl, Sire!" She twists against you until her round breasts are pressed against your chest and standing on her tiptoes her face can press into the bare skin of your throat. "I'm old enough to be sold as a ****." She reminds you. "If I'm old enough to be used to buy my city's future, then I'm certainly old enough to please a king."

"Sara, you have to stop this..." Even to your own ears the words lack conviction. Sara senses your weakness and she presses even closer.

"I'm still a virgin, Sire, but I know what men want." Her fingertips touch your lips experimentally sending sparks of fire into your heart. "I know why Mara and I were chosen, Your Majesty," you let her speak as you try to figure out how you can extricate yourself from this situation, "I've seen the way men look at us even when we're in our full robes and veils." Now both her arms are wrapped around your neck and she lifts her lips until you can feel the warmth of her breath on your chin. "Lord Darius insisted that we strip completely for his inspection. He made us take off our clothes until we were completely naked - just like this so his grasping hands could touch us everywhere. I was so embarrassed." You try to pull away, but somehow you can't break free and your weakness allows Sara to keep pressing her ****. "I could see his penis get all hard like yours," she rubs her belly against your erection through your tunic and she adds innocently, "but his thingy wasn't this big."

You silence her. Your mouth covers her soft little lips so she can no longer speak. Not that this solves your problem, but at least she's not talking about that bastard Darius anymore. Not that you are much better than the weasel from the besieged city because your hands are roaming over Sara's soft skin just like his had. Nothing from the banter you've heard in the barracks, ribald songs in the bar, or scholarly studies you've read have prepared you for how good it feels to have a naked woman in your arms as you plunder her mouth. Sara's little gasp of surprise when your tongue slips between her lips confirms that she has even less experience with this than you.

"Yes, Sire ... Oh by the goddess, I want this so much." Any reservation you may have had about having to **** these pretty young sisters are rapidly fading. Darius may like **** young girls as they struggle and beg, but this is much better as far as you are concerned. You try not to think about Alexia, you'll have to figure that one out later. All you want now is to finally see what you've been missing all these years. Soon, you are as naked as Sara and you lay her down on your bed and climb between her soft white thighs. Her pubic hair has been completely shaved and when you brush the soft mound Sara answers your unspoken question.

"Darius, had his slaves prepare us." She explains, "he said that a King would expect us to be completely bare ... Is that what you wanted?" It certainly wasn't what you expected, but then again you have so little experience with women that almost anything would have been a revelation. Moving upwards, you reach her round breasts and pause long enough to suckle on the puckered pink tips. The way her back arches upwards suggests that this is something that may be worth returning to, but for now you want more. You may not have any first hand experience, but you certainly know enough about the basic mechanics of the act and your manhood is certainly hard enough to get the job done. The only thing that concerns you is the relative size of your swollen manhood and Sara's untouched sex.

A tentative bump with the purple head against her softness sends a wave of pleasure shooting through your body, but in no way does it breach her tight slit. After two more equally unsuccessful attempts, you reach down with with your hand to push the throbbing tool between her blossoming petals. This time when you push, the swollen knob stretches her open and suddenly the head of your cock is encased in tight heat. Sara's whimper makes you pause momentarily, but unless she actually asks you to stop, you are going to finish what you've started.

Almost immediately your advance is met by a tightening ring of resistance; if you are going to stop, now is the time to do it.