A King's Lust

Being a king is a gift only a handful of people through history have ever enjoyed. My father always reminded me that I was his first born and thus he had gifted me the throne but it wasn't until he laid in his bed, dying, that realized it was not his gift to give. I could have, just as easily, been born to two serfs that toiled and instead of inhetiting a crown, I would have inherited a plow and a debt. The gold that surrounded my father and the piles of expensive jade and frankensence that rich men had sent to ease his suffering could not help him breathe, nor could the twenty healers and wisemen that he paid to heal him. A peasant might have had his children and his wife close to his bedside as he took his final breath but my father... He died surrounded by sycophants... Finally, sfter 25 years, the crown fell to me. I realized as I sat upon the throne for the first time and looked out upon the people in my court that I wasn't loved, either.

I had council, as my father had when he was newly coronated, that were more unloving people, vying for power. I however, had seen something so much brighter just a year before. Her name was Analais. Her hair was dark and fell to her shoulder. Her eyes were brighter than any nobleman's I had ever seen and her smile seemed to fill the room with warmth and a subtle light. She was a hand servant to my younger sister and if it werent for her dress, she might have been confused for a princess as well. I had caught her eyes several times starting on the day that she poured my wine and the wordless exchange always left me feeling light and happy. My father, the crass, cruel king he was, eventually caught us exchanging smiles and asked if I would have her. Her face had turned a deeper crimson than the wine she had poured for me. I refused my father's offer and then he grunted. "You probably wouldn't even know where to stick it." He said, scoldingly​. Of course, i had known where to stick it as I was to be present during my father's last 2 bedding ceremonies after his weddings. Analais had disappeared, embarassed, and I felt a pain as I had not properly defended her honor... Even if she was low born, she deserved respect.

It was only a few months later that my father sent my sister to marry the prince-regent of a neighboring kingdom because the prince's brother, the current king, laid dying. Since that evening I had not laid eyes on Analais but I had thought about her often. As I sat in my court, the many nobles pledging fealty to their new king, I thought only of her. After the court was closed and the sun shined directly through the western windows, I retired to my bedchamber. During the day it had been changed from a room meant for a prince to one meant for a king. The chains hung sround my neck and the crown on my head seemed to heavy a burden to bare any more, not to mention the hot robes. I was exhausted and began to reach my hands to my head before my door began to creak open. In walked 3 hand maidens, each more beautiful than the last, lead by madame Jirry, the head of housekeepers. She waved at them and smiled. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that they were mine and asked if i had any requests. I did. Analais. The madame huffed and muttered about the kitchen and then left. The three beautiful women kneeled in front of me and when I waved them to their feet, they began to remove my crown and one by one remove the chains about my neck. They were almost complete with their task when the madame walked back in. Beside her was Analais. At first I was lost in the thought that the castle was large enough for two people to go months without seeing each other but then, as I looked her over, I realized it was a trick. My father, the night my sister was shipped away, must have ordered Analais to the kitchen in order to punish what he had seen as insolence. She was still wearing an apron that was soiled and her hands were that of a worker and not of a handservant. The Madame smiled at Analais but Analais seemed to be afraid.

"You three... Madame... Leave us" I ordered as I stood to my feet. They did as I said and left the room, leaving only me and the woman who had haunted me for months. "Analais... I am sorry for the way you have been treated... I am the king now... I would like to make you my personal hand maiden..."

Analais finally looked up to me and I could see what I instantly recognized as shame.

"What is wrong, girl?" I asked as my mind raced.

"I... I am not fit to be in the king's chambers looking like this, m'lord" she stammered as she looked back down to her apron.

I had seen my father once hit a girl with the back of his hand for having a single drop of wine stain her dress. I was not like my father. "It does not bother me, girl... You have always been most kind to me and a persons dress reveals so much less than that" I said, to reassure her. She wasn't. So I changed my plan of attack.

"Come and finish undressing me... My first day at court was long and I would like a bath."

Analais sheepishly approached me and began to remove the rest of the chains that hung upon my neck. Her hands smelled of fresh herbs and olive oil which, for some reason, comforted me far more than the perfumes that the other three were wearing. When she had removed the last chain she began to unclasp my cloak and then unsinge my robe. Soon it dropped to the floor and revealed me. Analais blushed as I had not seen her do since the night my father insulted her. Blood had flooded my face as well. Not since my early teen years had I been unable to control my lust when a hand maiden disrobed me. I could feel my heart beating and my manhood throbbed in time with it. Silence cloaked the room for several seconds before I realized that it was my turn, as king, to speak.

"If you are ashamed to be dressed in your clothes... Perhaps you should remove them as well?" I said, my heart not slowing. I instantly regretted what i had said, though, as her dress hit the floor, the regret faded. Her body was pale and beautiful like fine china. Her hips were full and her breasts were large and plush, something I had not realized in all the time I had been around her.

"There, m'lord... Does it please you?" She said, her voice quaking. It did please me.

"Yes, girl..." My father had warned me against complementing 'the help' but I could not help it. "You are beautiful... Your body... Is... Amazing..." I said as my ahnd moved to grope her breast. I could feel her nipple harden in my hand. Her brwathing seemed more deliberate, now, and she bit her lip as my hand kneeded.

I spoke again as I removed my hand from her person. "Would you draw me a bath, Analais?"

She continued to bite her lip for a second and then nodded. "Yes, m'lord" she said as she turned around. I watched her butt the entire time that she walked from my bedside into the bathing chamber. Finally, as her beautiful pale frame disappeared through the door, I willed myself to follow her.