The King and his Thief (Closed for cnuvenu)

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The force of those thrusts had her slightly lowering her upper body, somewhat along that couch even as she felt him gripping her hips and driving perhaps faster into her, as that changed angle felt better again to him. A soft moan from her and a speeding up rocking back against him, and he felt this time the way those flutters of her inner muscles felt about his hard cock within as he fucked her. It certainly gave him a vital clue on how good sex was if the person who you were fucking was aroused by it and into it. The fact she'd clearly been railed hard, yet offered herself to him to, fairly much do the same thing, was perhaps puzzling to him.

For her, it was simply. Earlier she'd taken it because he told her by any means to get the info. So. Sex, and letting them use her worked. This, now, well she considered it more a duty to offer herself up for his clear needs. It was quite obvious to her he didn't have someone fulfilling that role, and she was -his- the chain made that much clear. A subtle difference between the two exchanges. One pair took her because they found her going along with it, The King, got the offering, because she was his. It seemed stupid to deny him his right. Even IF, she wasn't willingly his. Maybe it might help on some level. Either that, or she was too tired to care and him bedding her was a lesser evil than his advisors. He had a right to her, who was she to deny it?

Thus as he came he'd find she did, that pleasure of the moment perhaps the best he's ever felt sex feel even as she tiredly was gasping, and moaning through her leaking orgasm.

 

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Emma’s body responded to him in ways he’s never felt before. Even after the night she’d already had. William couldn’t hold back much longer. His face contorted leaving his mouth agape as he added his own seed to that which she’d already collected.

He stumbled backwards a few steps as she leaned then fell sideways and curled up into a ball on the sofa. A single drop of sweat trickled down his forehead as he laced up his trousers still breathing heavily.

Calling for his chamber maid he instructed her to draw a bath. While he waited her words ran through his mind. Adrian? How did he fit into all of this? If they wanted the ring to exploit it’s secrets how would he benefit? He was confused by the development.

Emma moved very little over the next 10 minutes. The chambermaid informed him his bath was ready so he quickly moved to bathroom submerging himself in the large claw foot tub to wash himself while his mind churned through the possibilities. Stepping out he called for the chambermaid to freshen the hot water as he stepped back into his sitting room to guide Emma in to bathe.

 

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Shivering at times due to the pleasure, which had improved her night. Emma found it rather ironic in its way. By the time he was bathed up, she had managed to sit. That meant the dress was stained perhaps as much as the King's couch from earlier when he'd fingered her. Never mind when they'd had sex on it. She felt a mess. It might be obvious why.

As she saw him returning, wrapped up in a rather kingly robe which he'd wrapped about himself. Emma managed to stand, then stumbled a little. With him moving beside her, Emma made herself remain steady as they crossed into that bathing chamber. She wasn't sure why he was moving with her to ensure she got there. Why would he give that much of a damn about someone he forcefully collared?

In the bathroom, she undid the back laces of the dress and lifted it up and over her head. It showed him lighter bruises to her thighs which were only just now coming up. The one about her left arm was far darker. Yet there was another set along her right ribs. A touch unsteady as she climbs into the tub and lets the refreshed hot water soak into that well-used body. A shiver through her as it had touched her pussy.

Did the King remain? Even as she lifted the soap and began scrubbing herself rather fast. Washing away the sins of the night. Once she'd washed most of herself she ducked under the water wetting her hair and washing it too. Her luxurious red locks turned darker while wet to the point she almost looked like trails of blood marked her pale flesh where the hair came to rest against her. Still with her legs to go and her sex, she rested for a moment.

 

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Edward left her there in the tub. Though she was his to command as he pleased he wasn't without pity. It was obvious she'd had a difficult night with the task he'd given her and what she had to endure to accomplish it. He thought he'd allow her the luxury of a quiet bath.

As she bathed, he paced his outer chamber thinking through his next steps. He was confident Emma had gotten all the information from Edward that she was going to get on her own. The question in his mind was would he have him seized so that William could interrogate him personally or let things play out and watch. Each option had it's own risks.

A knock came at the door as he was deep in thought. "Enter" he bellowed. The door slowly opened revealing the tentative seamstress on the other side. "My lord, here's the first batch of things requested. The necessities for now with the rest to follow as they're completed." He took the bundle of garments from her then closed the door behind her.

He stepped into the bathing chamber noting her submerged under the water. His eyes drank in the beauty of her form submerged. Her red locks floating just beneath the water wisps of which floated across her breasts. As he placed the clothing on the bench by the tub her head emerged from the tub. She gasped slightly, startled by his presence.

"Some clothing." he said as he turned to leave.

 

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With her hair completed, she was about to rise out of the water anyway. Beginning to and startled he was there, she gasped. "..thankyou. I'm also bathed." Rising to stand water trickled down her and she stepped out onto the mat looking for a towel. Finding it closer to where he needed to leave, she bit her bottom lip. "..My King, may I ask for the towel?" She was fully expecting to be told to get her own there. Of course, her being freshly clean and nude, and wanting a towel. Did give him the option to touch her in a different setting.

 

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William grabbed the towel and turned to toss it in her direction then stopped as his eyes met hers. Holding an end in each of his outstretched arms he stepped forward and wrapped it around her shoulders before turning to leave abruptly.

William wasn't prone to displays of affection. In his role, showing anything but a hard exterior was inviting trouble and he'd long since weened himself from such shows. He found himself wanting to wrap his arms around her along with the towel in that moment though and that unsettled him.

Closing the door behind him he retreated to his desk to go through the documents left for him to review.

 

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It surprised her that he put the towel over her shoulders. Not that she let that be seen. He did hear a, "Thank you." As he all but seemed to flee being near her. Once the door shut she moved to dry herself and her hair. Then she went looking to see what had been made. It was the white shorter dress, the longer white dress, its matching undergarments and the thick white robe. First, she put the shorter white dress on, forgoing the idea of underwear, she decided they should be fresh for the morning.

Then wrapping herself up in the thick white robe, she put on socks that had been included to keep her feet warm and held the rest of the garments as she left his bathing room. Her red hair is damp and drapes about her shoulders and down her back. The other clothing moved to fold and found somewhere to stash it in a neat pile.

Collecting up her hairbrush she carefully brushed it while looking over to him with those documents. Indecision on her face as she watched him sorting through things. She almost wanted to ask what she'd be tasked with tomorrow, but given he was the King, and she was collared, she didn't feel it wise to bother him. However, by then he was sitting and looked tense. She would end up putting the brush down and moving up behind him. Keeping her eyes averted to where she couldn't see the paperwork, she began to massage his shoulders. Reasoning it out to herself in the following manner. If he was pleased with her, perhaps it all might be easier tomorrow.

 

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Edward scarcely noticed Emma enter the room. He was staring down the the documents but found himself unable to focus. His mind was consumed by thoughts of what to do with Edward. He jumped a little as her hands touched his shoulders.

“If you were me what would you do with Edward? I’m inclined to have him seized and tortured to find out what else he’s up to but another part of me thinks I should just have him watched.” The question was more thinking out loud to himself rather than expecting her council but part of him did want to hear her thoughts since she’d talked to him first hand.

 

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Emma found his shoulders incredibly tense, so as she listened to his words she worked to release than tension. Then he posed a question to her. "I, honestly believe there's more to it. That there's a reason they needed that ring back. I believe I'd have him watched, and also see if answers can be gotten from Adrian too. Given he works as a smith, maybe the fake ring, was tampered with?" She was just voicing her thoughts on what she knew her Father might have thought about it all. Or what she herself would suspect as a thief about it. Tampering with it potentially for poison, the moment she thought it, she said it. "Potentially because it was altered to hold poison. The King's paranoia driven up by careful words, so he'd put the other ring on, which had already been counterfeited?"

 

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He listened as she reasoned it all out. She made sense. He’d expected her to recommend seizing Edward and torturing him primarily as payback for his treatment of her. The fact she didn’t demonstrated a level of calculation he hadn’t quite expected.

“Very well then.” In his mind he started thinking through who he could have keep a close watch on Edward. Quickly he came to the conclusion there was no one he could rule out as being suspect. He couldn’t very well send Emma without raising suspicion.

“Tomorrow I need you to find out if my Senior financial advisor can be trusted or if he’s in on it. If I can trust him I can have him keep an eye on Edward. You will go to him once our briefing is done and propose a move against me and see whether he agrees. If he comes to tell me of your proposal I’ll know he can be trusted. You’ll do this for me?” He asked sandwiching her hand between his and his shoulder while turning to look her in the eye.

 

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With her hand pinned between his shoulder and the chair, she couldn't exactly avoid letting him look at her face. Asked if she'd go to him, she felt that lariat's need to obey his words rising through her. "Yes." She would, mostly because she was driven to fulfil his wish for her to go to him.

His turning to half-face her also let him see that she'd put on the shorter white dress which even in candlelight was somewhat see-through. Potentially his seamstress had worked out these dresses were more intended for her to have something to wear while in his chambers with him, OR, if he was feeling like showing her off, to have her wear as he pleased. The longer for when he actually deemed it necessary for her to show less skin. The thick white robe, while it covers her arms, and shoulders was left open at the moment. Allowing him to see how that scoop neck of the dress with its delicate laces had definitely been designed for him to gain easy access to her hidden charms there. While the just above-knee-length shortness of it wouldn't get in the way of him sliding hands up her thighs and such.

Dressed as she was, she'd certainly be an eye-catching distraction for his Senior Financial Advisor. Finally, she seemed to speak. "You wish for me to propose a move against you, am I allowed free reign in what I say to, sell the idea I want to move against you? Or is there something you would have me say?"

 

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As he turned, he did indeed notice her form in that new dress. He pulled her around the chair and into his lap.

A perplexed look then fell over his face as he realized the folly of his logic. His fingers absent mindedly caressed her breasts as he began to verbalize his dilemma. "Anyone who knows the power of the lariat will know you were incapable of plotting against me. Perhaps if it were hidden in some way but why would I have removed it? Now more than ever I need the assurance of it to know there is at least one person I can trust." He paused as he drifted off in thought.

 

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As he tugged her about and into his lap there, she found herself most definitely looking into that perplexed expression, with his hand absently caressing her breast, that nipple hardened up under his palm. "When it was first on me, it was round my waist, so no one who saw me in your lap would assume it was anything but willing. I believe if you wish it to. It can return to such a location and be hidden under my clothing." She quieted a moment collecting her thoughts for a second.

"Any with Edward, and now Edward and Adrian, already knew I was willing to steal from you. Capitalising on that idea. If it's hidden they might think I have used my wiles to get into bed with you and become a sort of pretty plaything, for my own reasons. It's no secret my Father died on campaign under your Father's banner. It..." She paused, and seemed to shudder as the Lariat made her continue, after reminding her she couldn't withhold anything from him. "...is why I did it. He said he'd pay me. I, stupidly, in desperation never asked how." It would seem the payment Edward had, had in mind. Had not cost him a cent, and had been him getting to screw Emma.

"Not all of your advisors might talk to each other. Men, like having secrets. They like plots. Of course, they also like pretty little things to touch. Those against you might well fall for the same thing. If I seek to go to them, over time; it will spread out so nothing is suspected. Whimpering about wanting out of the mess I'm in. Those who return to you and tell you of my thoughts would be loyal. Those who, seek to question me regarding what I might do in payment for a rescue ... aren't loyal. If they seek to steal someone away from their King, they'll do worse to you without batting a lash about it."

She knew she was offering herself up as bait, but the lariat controlled that need to obey. It did, but it didn't force her to offer him up plans for trying to work out who was loyal, and who was not. Was there the potential that Emma, despite being there under his thumb, in some way, deep down, wanted to actually help him discover who was against him, who was with him? That it's forced loyalty, was now mixed with that once loyalty her Father had perhaps drummed into her? Be loyal to the King above and beyond the Kingdom itself.

 

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“You really are quite cunning and brilliant. I’m glad you’re on my side.” He said as he patted her thigh.

“So, we’re all set then”. He did worry about putting her in harms way too often given what happened with Edward but at this point he had no real choice and she seemed to know how to handle herself quite capably.

“I’m tired of looking at this work. There is really nothing of importance for this evening. We should get some sleep. If you’d rather, you can sleep on the bed at the foot. It may be more comfortable and theirs enough room and I had a blanket and pillow left for you there.” His offer, though meager was very out of character for him. He was accustomed to being in his bed alone and never allowed any of his wenches to sleep with him. He much preferred having the bed to himself.

With that he began to snuff the candles.

 

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Emma left his lap easily, padding on sock-covered feet about the room, snuffing out candles as she went till it got to the last. With it there she waited then for him to get into bed, and settled. It was then, and only then she snuffed it out. Moving to collect the blanket laid there and the pillow she put it to the side he didn't prefer to sleep on, at the bottom of the bed, climbing onto it quieter and far more stealthy than he might realise she didn't at all shake the bed, curling up under the robe, and the blanket then she rather easily succumbed to sleep's embrace.

She awoke as his footman first twitched the door to enter. Rising off the end of that bed, and folding the blanket up, putting it onto the pillow and removing herself out of the way to settle onto a footstool there. Thus he heard "It's Morning my Liege." The exact same tone he heard every morning. "The cooks already got your breakfast set, and something too for your..." He blinked and seemed to look to Emma then, his Footman did, "..her." Bustling off to withdraw out the King's clothing and setting it to the side on the bed. "The Seneschal, wishes to know if he needs to air out the adjoining room your Father had for his plaything to put yours in there?" Apparently, his 'closer' staff were befuddled on why the King had kept her close these two nights.

 

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William didn't much like the footman's tone but let it slide for now. He actually felt a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought of it. He'd never really ventured into it but it was a good idea. He was sure Emma would be more comfortable having her own space even though he kind of liked the idea of her on his bed the night before.

"Yes, please do. And have her things setup in there along with anything else brought by the seamstress." With that he dressed. On his way out he turned to Emma. "Please join me for breakfast when you're ready."

 

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While his footmen bustled off opening up a new doorway, Emma rose and went to follow the King. However a minor clear of a throat once the King was out of ear shot made her stop and pause looking back. The footman motioned to her belongings. Which had Emma gathering them up both the sack with her few things and the white dress and underwear.

As the footman watched her put the things down onto the only couch he'd dusted, he spoke low. "Now just stay bent over my pretty." She felt her dress lifted, her legs spread a little more, even as the footman sat himself down on a very low stool scooted back and brought his head up between her thighs, putting his mouth right on her sex. So she was 'astride' his face. He was determined to have a little taste test for himself!

 

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George
As the Kings personal footman George believed his personal access to the king defined his worth. He’d watched with resentment as this women inserted herself so easily into his life. His contempt for her was difficult for him to hide and honestly didn’t feel he needed to.

As she went to move her things he saw his opportunity to put her in her place and also get a taste of what must be a sweet little pussy.

As he had her freeze bending over he pulled the footstool forward, took two handfuls of those beautiful cheeks and drove his tongue into her. Her hips wriggled as tiny moans came from her. He could feel her wetness building on his tongue. “This whore loves this” he thought as he drove first one then a second finger into her. Her legs spread wider as he pressed his face harder into her. He was preparing to unlace his trousers when he heard the King clear his throat.

William

William was eager to go over the plan with Emma before going to the throne room. He grew impatient when she hadn’t returned from dropping her clothes in her room do he decided to see what was keeping her.

He stood in the door watching for a moment as his footman had his face buried between her legs. He cleared his throat forcefully drawing the doorman’s attention as he pulled his face and noted the stern look on his Kings face. He quickly scurried off apologizing the entire way.

His tone earlier was annoying. Overstepping to taste the Kings property was a step to far. He’d be mucking pig stalls by lunchtime.

As Emma lifter her self from the sofa he motioned toward the table. “Shall we?”

 

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Emma heard the throat clear, even as she had felt that second finger slide home deeply. A shiver as the footman was gone, and hints of waryness on her face as she managed to draw in a few deeper breaths trying to contain her arousal. Had she been able to argue against it, she would have. William did however receive an Emma who demurely kept her eyes off his face. Her cheeks flushed both with a delicate sense of shame about the arousal which had hit her; and embarrassment that it happened so easily. Thus her voice soft trembling, "Yes.."

Once she was in that secondary room she went to the chair and stood beside it, waiting until William seated himself. Then and only then she sought to sit down there on the cushion, her dress just long enough to cover her most intimate places as she sat down. "If.. I could have stopped .. him I would have." She muttered softly. If his thoughts strayed to the lariat about her throat, he'd witness the way it seemed to alter itself and flow about and under that dress presumably looping about her waist. Clearly, even to her, William touching her was one thing. His staff is something else entirely. However, even William could recall his Father at times passing off various 'playthings', to value members of the household and staff for a night here and there, as a show of loyalty by them, a reward of something chosen by the King himself.

 

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William only offered a brief nod as she spoke. He knew she wasn’t in much of a position to fend off the footman. He was bothered more by his brazenness. It was, in fact, not uncommon for William to offer his playthings to those close to him. Taking them without his permission was, however, something else entirely. He probably would have let it pass had it not been for his smug tone earlier in the morning.

He ate for a moment then spoke. “So as I excuse the advisors I’m going to send you out too. Follow him and seek to get him alone then make your proposal.”

His eyes were drawn to the hem of that dress sitting high on that thigh. Seeing George with his face firmly planted in her ass stirred his own desire but there wasn’t time for him to enjoy her properly just now. They finished breakfast then proceeded to the throne room where his advisors would be assembling by now.

Hours passed as they, in turn, briefed him on events of importance. When they finished he dismissed them being sure they heard him dismiss Emma as well. He watched them leave and mused about the results of this test.

 

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Emma found herself using that ability to blend in shadow as she took to following the Senior Financial Adviser through the castle. The man was only about 35. He'd enjoyed a good ride in power under the King. She finally saw him duck through the kitchens, speaking lightly with the cook about matters of importance.

Emma killed time by sitting out of the way. Knees drawn up to her chest. So she was surprised to look up finding her quarry standing in front of her. He bid her to rise and then told her to follow him.

Once they were in his rooms she acted like a damsel needing rescue. Years against her ladies unmoved him as he watched her. Finally she proposed the plan at him. "I need help away from the King. He's horrible to me. It's not at all what I wanted." As she threw herself against him.

A voice that sounded sympathetic to her plight and arms which held her. She was surprised when she found herself in light restraints and a chain hooked to a collar about her throat. Surprised more so as she was led off through back passages which led them to arriving at the Kings private chamber of the throne room. Emma found herself lifted and spread and restraints holding her knees apart. It was then the advisor went to the King and told him what Emma said then said what he'd done and where he'd left her.

At least they had their answer.

 

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William listened in relief as Richard explained Emma's pleas with him and what he'd done with her. He motioned for Richard to follow him. As they made their way back to his private chamber he began to explain the gambit.

Richard was shocked to learn of Edwards treachery and promised to help keep an eye on him to help uncover his ultimate intent. "Perhaps I can offer you a token of my gratitude for your loyalty" He said as he pushed the door open to find Emma prone on a table and restrained. Wooden arms extended from the base of the table in a V shape to which her legs were secured. Her head draped off the other side.

As William approached the table he unlaced his trousers then ran his finger up her thigh. "You've performed your task well." He said to Emma causing her body to shudder as moaned through an orgasm that racked her body. Her pussy was still convulsing from it as William drove his cock into her causing her to moan. Richard moved swiftly to the other side of the table before lowering his own trousers and feeding his still limp cock into her moaning mouth. Her hands worked against the restraints as she felt him hardening in her mouth while William drove hard into her.

Richard reached forward and began roughly groping her breasts as he thrust deeper into her mouth.

 

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Still feeling that orgasm rolling through herself, Even as William thrust deep into her that moan being then what Richard took advantage of.

It was obvious William was slowly enjoying this, even as perhaps William spread her legs wider then came to grip her as fucked her pussy.

Emma sucked Richards flaccid cock fully in her mouth, softly sucking on it as she felt his hands griping her breasts. That cock in her mouth growing hard and pushing deeper, then deeper again. William got to see the bulge of that heads progress down her throat before Richard began to fuck her mouth.

He gave her firm thrusts to drive her back into Williams cock as the King might thrust. Richard groaning as he pulled back some letting Emma breathe only to make her take that while cock as he fucked her throat for a handful of thrusts.

William could however feel how soaked Emma was inside and those inner muscles working to squeeze Williams cock in time to his thrusts.

 

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Emma's body started to quake again as another orgasm rolled through her. William thrust deep into her as she tightened around him while she moaned around Richards cock lodged deep in her throat. Her muscles contracting around his cock coaxing a groan from William as he released inside her while thrusting into her rapidly.

She continued to moan around Richards cock, her vocal chords producing a vibration that quickly sent him over the edge as well. He gripped her breasts tightly as he flooded her mouth with his seed then stumbled backward gasping as he placed his hands on his knees.

 

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Emma shudders in those restraints as she orgasms while William got his strokes in a she covered his cock in cum. His filling her pussy deeply. Richards first load went straight down her throat the rest she sucked him softer and swallowed it. When Richard pulled away there was finally a loud moan from Emma.

Richard actually gave her a puzzle look on hearing the sound, beefcake he gave a questioning look at his King. Aware William might not explain why his collared female made those sounds.

Emma meanwhile panted still with that loose collar and chain Richard her put on her, on her. Still likely with William buried deep.