#virginity lost

Warnings: smut, virginity taken, fluff

This story begins long, long ago in a kingdom far, far away. In a magnificent white castle on the side of a mountain lived the handsome virile King Bill of the Skarsgard legacy. His lush brown well croft hair, his thin well-maintained form, the very way he spoke made all the maidens in the land swoon. Bill, however, had eyes only for his Queen, the beautiful blue-eyed Genevieve.

Where Bill was dark and mysterious like the moon, Genevieve was as bright and strong as the sun. Her wavy blonde locks hung over her shoulders. Her sparkling eyes were endless pools. As soon as Bill had glimpsed the pale skin and shy smile of the visiting diplomat’s daughter, he knew he had to have her. He arranged to have the young woman accompany him on a forest ride, and he also arranged for the convenient loss of their chaperons.

Genevieve had looked lovely that day, dressed in a dark green dress that mimicked his emerald eyes. She looked around in confusion as their companions disappeared.

“Should we wait, my Lord,” she asked, her voice soft and melodious. She craned her head over her shoulder, reining in her white stallion.

Bill halted his horse and dismounted, “It will be fine, my lady.”

He held his arms out to help her off the horse. As she slid into his grasp, he felt the firm muscles of her body ripple beneath his touch. He pinned her against the broad, warm side of the animal as he claimed her mouth with his. She let out a gasp. Her lips widened just enough for him to sneak his tongue inside, swirling it gently around her warm, sweet depths. She gave a low moan as she leaned forward. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Her hands gripping his upper arms tightly.

“Genevieve,” he murmured into her hair. “I need you. I must have you.”

There was a pause and then she gave him a brief nod of her head. His hands fell to the laces on her bodice. He tugged the sides apart. Gerald shoved the bodice and what lied beneath down to her waist baring her breasts to the chill of the woodland air. Her nipples were a dark pink. They tightened to points under his gaze. They topped the creamy handfuls of pale mounds. As he raised his hands to cup her breasts, he devoured her lips again. He drank in the soft mewling cries of pleasure as he rubbed his thumbs across her nubs. Her hands twisted in his tunic as she pressed close to him.

“Please, my lord,” Genevieve gasped. Her body shifting against his. “I need… I want…”

“I know,” his voice was thick with desire. His manhood swelled in the confines of his trousers seeking to bury itself in Genevieve’s welcoming depths. He pulled away long enough to shove her dress off her smooth, slender hips. Her nudity revealed more pale white skin, shadowed only by a small triangle of hair where her thighs joined her body. She flushed as he held back. His eyes were memorizing every curve. Her hands fluttered around trying to cover her breasts and the soft folds of her womanly flesh. He captured them in his own hands.

“Let me look.” Bill purred.

Her hands dropped to her side, and Bill swiftly removed his clothing, spreading his cape out on the forest floor. He pulled her to him. Then lowered their naked bodies to the ground as he kissed her softly.

“Please, Highness, I have never…been with a man before,” Genevieve whispered.

He pressed soft kisses on her eyelids. The trembling of her body beneath him betrayed her nervousness. One of his hands dropped to those delicate, hair covered folds. He slipped a finger inside her tightness. He reveled in her hot wetness. She let out a sharp cry of alarm as her body stretched around this first invasion. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as her body stiffened.

He kissed her deeply as he slid his finger inside her, “It will be all right, Genevieve. You want me.” He dropped his mouth to her breasts and slid his finger in and out trying to accustom her to the sensation. His mouth traveled from one nipple to the other, kissing, sucking and nipping. His thumb reached up to stroke the small hard bulb. She drew in a deep breath, moaning in pleasure. Bill trailed soft kisses down her body, past the womanly curve of her belly, hovering over the deep pink flesh. He nudged her thighs apart as he kissed her softly. His tongue flickering out to tease the nub of nerves.

As he lapped at her sweet nectar, her voice sung her pleasure to the canopy of leaves, her cries matching the rhythm of her hips. He pulled away to slide his body between her thighs. He looked at her passion-flushed face. He felt the warm, moist heat radiating against his shaft. He longed to thrust deeply inside of her. To take her swiftly. To claim her completely and totally as his own.

“Genevieve, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will never lie to you. This first joining will hurt,” his desire was almost painful at this point. The head rubbing just at the entrance to her slick, ready opening. “Please, sweetie, tell me you understand.”

“I am ready, Bill,” Genevieve said. She lifted her legs tentatively around his waist. The small slight movement just enveloping the tip of his shaft. With a loud groan he lowered his lips to hers as he thrust deep inside breaking through her virginity in a single, fluid movement. He swallowed her initial cry. He held still until her body was ready to accept him. A small tear crept from her closed eyes down the side of her face.

“I am sorry my love,” Bill whispered hoarsely. Genevieve whimpered softly beneath him. She tried shifting to try and accommodate his presence inside her. Her eyes flew open. Her mouth was a perfect O of surprise.

“I feel so full,” Genevieve said as she shifted again gasping at the sensation. Gerald groaned. Each movement was torturous. Her tight, warm sheath clung to the length of his thick, hard shaft.

“Genevieve, don’t,” his voice was harsh with desperation. “I won’t be able to stop.” She gave him a slow, wanton smile as she wriggled her hips slightly.

Then, resting her hands on his shoulders, she said three words that were his undoing, “I want you.”

With another loud moan, Bill gripped her hips tightly in his hands. He raised over her, thrusting wildly. She met him thrust for thrust. The wild scent of their mating and their soft cries echoed through the woods. Their sounds of passion mingling with the bird calls. Finally, Bill shouted his release as he threw his head back and sealed their bodies together as he shot jet after jet of his seed into her waiting womb. His shaft slipped from her. He collapsed next to her on the ground.

“A warning,” Bill said as he still gasped from their exertions. “I will not wait long to have you again.”

She giggled and stroked his chest lightly. “Will it always be that way?”

“If I can help it, the pleasure, yes, the pain, no.”