The King and his Thief (Closed for cnuvenu)

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His eyes grew wide as she spoke. Very few people knew about the secrets of the ring. Who was after it?

He rose from the table and retrieved a small chest from his room. Setting it on the table he pulled a key from his pocket and opened it. In the chest she might see a number of pieces of jewelry including two rings like she described wedged into a silk fold. He plucked the shinier one from its perch then found a cloth to wrap it in.
“Fortunately, you had no chance at success. Here is the replica he wore at times when he felt it unsafe to wear the original. Take it to the meeting this evening and find out what you can. I will follow in the shadows until I lay eyes on the traitor.”

He set it on the table.

He finished his meal then pushed back from the table. “I have business to attend to. You can’t be roaming the castle like that. Wait here until your things arrive then get dressed and meet me in the throne room. A footman will stay behind and see after you then lead you there.”

With that he briskly walked toward the door and left.

 

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Emma gave a nod to him words. Accepting the replica from where it had been left on the table she held it. Using her other hand to finally eat some food. Replaying it in her mind. She was to do whatever was necessary. No matter what.

That could literally mean a lot of things. Including things she'd never done a lot of. A drop of the hand holding that wrapped up ring to touch the chain under the shirt. Damnable thing. It was as good as a noose about her neck. At least it wasn't visible. Even as she thought it she felt that chain shift criss crossing her form until it rests around her neck, lariat style. A loop about her throat two inches of space then an immovable clasp and then the length of chain flowing over the Kings nights shirt she wore.

Now any who'd been alive under the old king's reign would understand that chain of gold and its meaning. Emma finally reached up touching it and softly cursing.

 

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William sat on his throne eying the array of advisors before him suspiciously. He now knew until he learned more he couldn’t trust any of them. It was an impossible situation. Their council was critical to ruling his kingdom but he couldn’t be sure they weren’t intentionally leading him astray. He needed to get to this resolved. And fast!

It had been 2 hours since he’d left Emma in his room. He expected her things had arrived by now and she would have arrived by now. Where was she? At least he knew he could trust her. Funny, he thought to himself. The only person he could trust right now was the person who tried to rob him the night before.
Dusk couldn’t get here soon enough.

 

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While the King might have thought it should only take a small while. The men he sent on it, kept being waylaid by whores. Very pretty, very willing whores! A touch here, a blush there, a kiss to lips. It took the two men to lower down on the King's soldiers' rank to make it through that Tavern/Brothel. Especially since the higher up in its winding passages of rooms they went, the more insistent the whores were. Until one decided to fend three of them off and ended up with one hell of a tale for his officer. The other finally scrambled up a thin twisty out of the way set of stairs. Fought his way valiantly through the crap up there to find a single corner where there was some bedding and a sack, with a few scant pieces of clothing that looked boyish with some of it, and girlish and fluttery with the other. Out of it all he chose the -best- of it that didn't have holes or patches or worse yet didn't smell like its owner rolled in something.

Finally, some hour and 45 minutes later the two were seen rushing for the Castle. It took them 10 minutes of rushing to get to the King's chambers and pass the sack to the Footman. Who took it graciously and thanked them on behalf of his Majesty. It was then the footman turned to her and dropped the sack at her foot. "Your things." He stated, stepped back and purposely stood staring at her. He didn't trust her one wit. Not in his King's rooms!

Emmaline glanced down at it and seemed to realise some things had been left behind. Dammit. She gave a sigh and drank the juice in short order. Rising there was a move to the sofa as she poured the contents onto it. Frowned a little as she poked about on what was there, then finally picked out the red dress with its laces at the bodice, and back laces that she could self-tie, pairing it with an underbust corset of a darker red, and the only stockings she owned of black with a thinner pair of black boots. Stripping out of the king's night shirt she dropped it onto the other end of the sofa, then stepped out of those bloomers. She exchanged them for a shorter pair which were more girlish. These she slipped on, then on with the stockings and her garter belt which she clipped to the stockings. Lifting the dress up and on she adjusted both sets of laces, then wriggled her underbust corset on, adjusting it and then turning it about carefully. The darker red brocade curves up under the swells of each breast in a half-cup style. Adding to the bodice effect the dress needed.

The footman, she'd forgotten when dressing was there, and she found him watching her most intently as he'd seen -everything- for a moment there. A vague frown before she nodded to him. "I'm ready." It was then he made a motion for her to follow him along and through and into the Throne room. Thus, ten minutes late due to two men, she finally entered. She looked at least respectable as a peasant girl might, even if she stood out majorly in that siren red dress that accentuated those curves of hers. That golden chain in lariat necklace form stood out just as much, as she demurely crossed through the room. Two guardsmen seeking to halt her about 5ft from the throne, one grabbing her upper arm roughly. "An' who do you think you are to approach the King."

 

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Williams eyes moved to Emma as she entered the throne room. The red dress seemed like an odd choice for the daytime but it certainly accentuated her curves beautifully. Her breasts though concealed in her leathers were now quite prominently displayed and he couldn’t take his eyes from them as she strode towards him..

The footman walked several paces in front of her and made it to the King first. He leaned in whispering. “Her things fit in a single bag. Very little suitable to wear.” William nodded and as he looked up noticed her being grabbed by a guard.

“Let her pass!” Williams voice boomed. The guard nervously released her arm as she stood frozen. “That will be all. Leave us.” He instructed before directing the footman to summon the seamstress. “Come to me” he said looking at Emma.

As she came near he grasped her wrist pulling her onto his lap as the last of his court exited the room. His hands roamed her breasts. “You look stunning. They retrieved all your things?” He whispered as a hand moved to gather the dresses fabric until it found the soft fabric of her garter belt. His finger traced up it passing inside her bloomers until he was stroking her pussy.

 

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Emma had looked up at that guard in question, her lips sealed, yet the sudden deeper breath drawn had made her breasts quiver. Here was the last place she wanted to be, and it showed for a moment on that face. Released she stood frozen until he bit her to come to him. Then Emmaline slowly walked to him, unable to not obey it due to the lariat about her throat. No doubt as he pulled her up onto his lap, he'd note the way that chain dips down between those breasts. As his hands roamed first her breasts, and he complimented her on the dress, she nodded softly to him, auburn hair spilling over the arm of his throne. "Yes, there wasn't much they deemed in good enough repair to bring." She'd never had any keepsakes from her parents, that had all been taken and sold off to repay the debt accrued in those two years.

As his hand trailed up her thigh, Emma shivered a little. More so again as his fingers slip under the looser very short bloomers worn, and as he stroked her pussy, there was a subtle spread of those thighs. Her upper body reclined between his shoulder and the arm of that chair. A soft little whimper left her lips as he stroked her again. Something he might easily be able to note. While even those who threw themselves at him had let him fuck them. They'd not been responsive like Emma seemed to be in his hands. Even if it had been plain on her face she hadn't wanted to be here, the chain forced loyalty to him. It did nothing though to cause the way she got wet even as he stroked her.

 

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William loved the way her body responded to him even though he realized it was likely the lariat that drew her to him. He dipped his finger into her wetness causing another soft whimper as he kneaded her breasts roughly through her dress with is other hand.

A knock on the door echoed through the cavernous throne room causing him to withdraw his hand from her bloomers though he continued to grope her breasts. "Enter" he bellowed. The guard announced the seamstress's arrival and he allowed her to enter. As she approached he lifted Emma from his lap leaving her standing beside him.

He wasn't entirely certain what he should be asking for since he was raised with no sisters and had no real sense for women's style outside of what drew his eye and desire. He turned to Emma, "You're to tell her everything you'll need for clothing. Mind that you'll be accompanying me to royal events in addition to day to day activities." Turning to the seamstress. "You'll provide her what she wishes and see to it that anything you feel is forgotten is provided as well." With that he leaned back into his throne as the seamstress produced a measuring tape from her pocket and motioned for Emma to step forward.

 

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Draped over William like she was a shawl covering his lap, she was still trying to catch her breath from the brief feel of that finger inside her, even as she found herself needing to stand. Thankfully, Emma, these days was made of sterner stuff than she'd been the previous times she'd been in this castle in her youth.

The words William spoke to her filtered in through a haze of feelings that still stroked her despite his hands being nowhere near her. A nod then. Those dark eyes look at the woman with her tape. She'd done this sort of thing once upon a time. Gotten clothing fitted for herself. "I'll need formal underwear, in white, black, red and skin tone colourings. For everyday autumn/winter longer gowns with front laces and back half laces, the mid-back is to be exposed in all. A mix of lighter airy designs, with a slit along one side to mid-thigh at least. To go over these and turn every day into more formal, I'll need a thicker layering of fabrics that button over the mid to lower bust, flow along my arms, and flare out over my hips and down. Almost a jacket-like outer dress but it must come down to nearly the floor, same with the dresses under it, which can be easily undone if your King wishes. I'll also need three shorter dresses, sleeveless with a scoop neck that's laced up from midway to the neckline and hits about at my knee. In white, red and black. And if he permits a thicker white robe that I can wear when it's cold within his chambers?"

As she had spoken the seamstress had gone about getting her full measurements. Pausing every so often to note it all down. Emma however looked to her King. "Do my ideas, please?" She knew he'd want the final say. But she'd designed everything based on things she'd once glimpsed playthings of his Father wearing, the one time her Father had brought her to a banquet.

 

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William sat impressed as she decisively communicated her wishes. There wasn't a hint of hesitation or doubt in her demands. His previous mistresses had been painfully awkward and indecisive in these moments and it pleased him that he didn't need to suffer through that. It was as if she was born to royalty and was accustomed to being catered to though he knew that not to be the case.

The seamstress finished the measurements and after a brief curtsy left them. "Now where were we?" he said with a smile as he unlaced his trousers. "Yes, you were about show your appreciation to your king by wrapping those beautiful lips around his cock."

 

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One assumes he gave some ascent to her wishes there in clothing. Before allowing the seamstress to dismiss herself and depart after a curtsey. Standing there still she relaxed those shoulders and listened to his words. Emma could hear his, not so much, want, or need, as lust within her King's tone.

Turning she got to see him unlacing those trousers, and due to the chain about her neck, that lariat of gold and its magic. She found herself pulled by it in slow steps in front of him. Then she dropped to her knees there on that bear rug which sat before his throne.

A delicate yet calloused hand which was still likely far softer than it had any right to be, slipped into his underwear and withdrew his cock. A part of her lips as she brought her mouth up and opened it. Taking the head into that warm wet mouth and sucking on it slowly. That hand still there stroking along slow but firmly. At least he definitely smelt better than most.

 

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William's head rested against the back of the throne as she took him in her mouth. He'd always enjoyed the privilege of bending women to his will. A privilege he'd exercised countless times up to this point but something felt different with Emma. Perhaps the obligation dictated by the lariat left him wondering would she be so compliant had it not been for that. He suspected not and this thought gnawed at the back of his mind as she kneeled there pleasuring him.

The slow strokes of her warm mouth and the occasional pass of her tongue across the head produced throaty moans from deep within him as his fingers played in that auburn hair. His breaths came quicker as his hips bucked into her. With a loud groan his hands gripped the arms of his throne as shockwaves passed through his body culminating in his thick cum filling her mouth.

A deep exhale came from him as she lifted her head from his lap. The satisfaction he'd been accustomed to was somehow missing though. Replaced by a feeling of empty gratification.

 

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It may not have been something she might have done, but she was forced to obey. Emma did it very well. She could have given him minimal effort to get him off. But instead she heard his breathing picking up she moved to take him deeper, while her hand still stroked some of what wasn't in her mouth. As she felt him jerk and that cock began to throb right before her mouth was filled with his cum. She had the clear choice to pull away, but, didn't because she was assuming the lariat would keep her there. Thus she swallowed it all and then slowly pulled back. That curtain of red framed that pale face as she looked up at him, still kneeling there in front.

Although not asked to, he was still her King. Thus he felt her hands seeking to tuck his cock away within those trousers and button him up. Straightening his clothing, while the front laces of her dress remained open, from where he'd undone it to cup and grope her breasts. Finally there a look up at him, silently.

Just for him to hear a firm knocking. "Majesty?" It was one of those advisors he so replied on there seeking to see if his Majesty would give the word to let them all in. He had of course shooed them all out like errant children. "Might we have time with you again?"

 

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William paused for a moment a their request seeking to ensure they were both put back together. Directing Emma to stand by his side he called out granting them access to re-enter. As they filed in he scanned her face looking for some sign of recognition in case her contact was among the advisors filtering in. Satisfied she was unmoved by any such recognition he turned is attention towards the advisors.

The first spoke of upheaval in the outer reaches of his kingdom. He directed soldiers be dispatched to quell the upheaval and identify the instigators to be dealt with. The others spoke of more mundane details related to the operation of things. He dealt with the issues as they came as the afternoon wore on. It was nearing dusk and he knew he had other things to attend to so he dismissed them then returned to his chambers with Emma.

"You should dress as he'd expect you to." he said as he retrieved more common clothes to change into so he would be less noticeable moving about the town.

 

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As the day wore on, she'd ended up sitting on that bearskin rug, but there was poise to that frame even still. Something her Father had ingrained into her the moment he'd been knighted. Shoulder's straight, chin even, eyes straight ahead.

She hadn't recognised someone there in this grouping as the one she needed to later meet. Emma rose when he shooed them all away and followed him silently. Back in his room, she knew he was right. But given they were to meet in the alleyway behind the biggest brothel. Emma knew she'd blend best in this red dress. She'd look like any other whore standing out there. Which is what she needed.

"I am dressed as he'd expect this time. He told me to blend with the whores of the Grey Dove brothel. This is more typical of them. Just minus..." She took a moment to remove the stockings and leave them neatly folded. Before removing the underbust half corset and leaving it behind. It left her breasts unheld by anything and thus they gave nice subtle bounces as she moved about putting her boots back on her feet.

Taking a moment to collect the ring wrapped in cloth there. "Do I have your leave to go? Since I need to get into place well before he might show, he thinks I've been waiting. Provided the others haven't told him that I'm under your thumb." She tucked the golden lariat under the dress's higher back and it did stand out less turned the other way.

 

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“Yes, be off. I’ll be following close behind.” He led her to the castle door then let her slip further away before he began to follow. He pulled his hood up over his head to avoid detection as they moved through the streets and alleyways.

She came to a stop in an alleyway and he assumed she’d arrived at the designated meeting place. Moving in the shadows he took up a position behind some discarded ale barrels and waited for his arrival.

He watched her as she casually leaned against the wall lacking any outward signs of nervousness. So poised he thought.

 

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Some ten minutes later a hand tapped her shoulder, notably she didn't jump but did turn. He witnessed her be tugged into that alcove. He could really only see her even as he tried to look. Clearly some kind of conversation took place before he witnessed her shoved to her knees, then a hand knotted into those long locks, driving her to give him a blow job right there.

He had told her to do what ever it took to get information. However it didn't take long for him to witness her held tight potentially as her mouth was filled. Finally releasing her hair which let her pull back. He clearly then heard his secondary financial advisor speak. "Now lift that skirt and let me claim my right... right between those lovely thighs..." leaning over a barrel as he now got visual confirmation of who it was. Right as the fellow shoved himself in her. "Now give me the ring, and keep quiet I'm not paying for something I can take for free, and your pretty little ass would never be believed." Those grunts breaking up his words as he spoke.

 

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William watched as Edward bent Emma over and thrust into her. He never really trusted him and now had confirmation that his instincts were correct. He’d always been loyal to his father though so until now he’d never had a reason to dismiss him.

For a moment he wanted to exit his hiding place and do away with him here and now but thought better of it in case the treachery ran deeper. No he needed him alive to be interrogated.

Before Edward had even finished ravaging Emma, William slipped away and back to the castle to await her return and hear what she’d learned from him.

 

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He found himself with a good 45 minutes to kill. Before he finally heard a knock on his door. For him to hear one of the Guardsmen there. "Majesty? Are you really wanting to be disturbed?"

If he opened the door he was greeted to the sight of Emmaline there in that red dress. Her lips looked bruised, her knees were definitely red and one arm there was a red mark around the wrist. She wasn't bleeding anywhere he could see. But she'd definitely returned to him in a state that said Edward had used her well.

 

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“I am.” He said as he made his way to the door. “She’s to be allowed in at any time.” He found her there looking well used and he led her in guiding her to the sofa. He poured her a glass of water and handed it to her then allowed her to collect herself before asking what she’d learned.

 

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The guardsmen made note of that answer and let his King take her. Carefully Emma moved with him and sat, gingerly. Accepting the water she drank a sip swirled it in her mouth then swallowed it. Then she drank half of it down. Holding it between her hands.

Whatever it takes. Those words rang in her ears.

Finally she seemed composed enough. "Edward let slip that someone called Adrian would love getting his hand on the ring."

She took another sip. "He's got dark red grey hair, with a beard, works as a smith I believe... said it was some of his best work. Making a replica of it... he was there too.."

Of course the moment she finished there was a flicker across her face and a low moan, as that pleasure sweeping through her, making her shudder. As Emma orgasmed hard managing to put the glass down.

 

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William watched as Emma’s orgasm washed over her. He’d been with many women but never had he seen wrapped in such ecstasy.

For the moment he forgot about the information she shared. His attention was fully focused on her right now. He slid his hand up her thigh and beneath her now damp bloomers. His fingers traced across her wet folds producing another shiver from her before he plunged them into her. He was driven to see her cum like that again. No, to make her come like that again.

 

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As his fingers were pushed in Emma moaned, a slow spread of her thighs. One foot found the coffee table and lifted pressing there. Another slow shudder through her, as she felt her King work his fingers deeper. Then he seemed to tug at her bloomers pulling fingers from her he roughly tugged her bloomers off her, and tossed them to the floor, a push of his fingers back into her now he could see it.

 

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William could hear her wetness as he plunged his fingers into her and she moaned. He could now see her wetness soaking his hand as her hips bucked against it.

She cried out again as she grasped his wrist then pulled his fingers from her. He watched as her pussy convulsed then squirted out steam after stream soaking the sofa and the coffee table. He watched mesmerized as she gasped for breaths and her body shook uncontrollably.

He sat there slack jawed as she sunk into the sofa and tried to gather herself. His cock was so hard it ached but he felt like after Edward and now this she was in no shape to be ravaged again.

 

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Emma saw he was hard, it was fairly impossible to miss. She rolled over to her hands and knees and simply offered herself to him. That still winking pussy on perfect display. While he might think she'd had enough, Emma couldnt say why she offered herself up for the King to totally use. Perhaps because he was her King. And he'd proven already it was his right to fuck her. Thus after a moment she used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. And waited.

 

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William was certainly surprised when she rolled over offering herself to him. He didn’t hesitate or question it though. Unlacing his trousers he let them fall to the floor the pushed down is underclothes and guided his cock into her. She was as wet as she’d ever felt and he slid in easily.

Gripping her hips he began driving into her. Her body rocked forward by the force of each thrust. His hips clapped loudly against her ass as he groaned.