The King and his Thief (Closed for cnuvenu)

[cnuveau]

William withdrew from her than re-laced his trousers. "Release her." he commanded of Richard as he was re-lacing his own.

Richard stepped forward and began to release Emma's shackles. As she was released she sat on the edge of the table for a moment gathering herself as she leaked William's and her fluids onto the table. William placed his hand on the side of her face then quickly caressed her cheek with his thumb before speaking. "You've done well. Return to the room and have the chambermaid draw you a bath. You shan't find the footman there anymore to bother you."

Turning to Richard "Let us go discuss what to do about Edward and Adrian." A part of him wanted Emma's council on the matter but he wasn't inclined to do that in front of Richard and she'd had yet another trying day thus far. They turned an exited his private chamber leaving her there sitting on the table.

 

[Ravishing]

Emma took a moment sitting there before she slid off the table. Feeling that wetness leaking down her inner thighs as she walks to the bathing room and encounters the chambermaid "The King wants you to draw a bath for me." Emma's voice demure.

A lift of a brow by the young women who instead of doing a Emma said. Strode past her nose in the air. Her thoughts: ~How dare that whore order me about.~ As she knocked then entered into the room the King and Richard were in.


Richard looked to his King. "So My Liege if I follow you. The female, Emma, tried to steal from you. But she's now your plaything. Under control of your father's Golden chain. She's since then found out Edward is working with Adrian the Smith who actually designed the old Kings, and now your armor among other things. And you believe they created a copy of his emerald stone gold ring. With Poison."

Richard looked to the door as the chambermaid entered. His brow furrowing.

"Beggin my pardon My King but that..... female... seems to think she can order me to run her a bath, in your chambers no doubt. Do I have the..."

It was perhaps then the King interrupted her and Richard watched the fall out from it.

Even as Emma began hauling her own water and hot stones to fill the tub.

 

[cnuveau]

“You should choose your next words carefully unless you want to help George muck the pig stalls.” He said with a sneer. “If she tells you it’s my wish, believe it! Am I clear? “. He was red face shouting at this point. Clearly frustrated by his staffs attitudes.

She scurried off presumably to do as she was told.

Turning back to Richard with a sigh. “That’s the theory at present. It’s hard to be sure yet. That’s why we need more information. And you need to watch Edward.”

Richard nodded and left the room.

 

[Ravishing]

She squeaked a, "Yes m'King!" Out at him and fled. Right back into his bathing chambers. She found Emma carrying a bucket of water and took it. Hurrying through the task, and the stones. Then she left.

Emma stripped off and climbed in. Yes the water was still warming but it helped her add it gradually warmed up. With all the work her poor pussy was doing she wondered if she asked, if the King would let her see the apothecary to get something she could rub there to ease the aches quicker.

Washing to be clean she lingered a moment longer in the water as it soothes her some.

Potentially it's as she's out of that bath the King might return...

 

[cnuveau]

William returned to find Emma finishing her bath. He hadn’t quite worked out what to do about Adrian the smith. He was obviously a critical person in the conspiracy and likely knew a great deal about the plans. Since he probably wasn’t as well connected within his inner circle he’d decided on a more direct approach with him. Then summoned a senior guard who arrived in short order.

“I need a new crest forged for my throne room.” He told him. It was typical for new kings to alter crests slightly to represent their reign. Since his coronation had just occurred the timing was plausible. “Fetch Adrian the smith and escort him to the throne room so we can work out the details.

 

[Ravishing]

Emma knew better than to ask, so he'd find her moving behind a dressing partition to dry herself. Rubbing her hair well with the towel where it got wet she then hid there while the King spoke to his guard.

The man arrived in the Kings bathing chamber and knelt briefly. Rising up he listened. "Of course my Majesty, right away." A bow of his head then he turned on heel leaving.

Making his way through the Castle to the Kings Smithy. He listened to the rhythmic fall of the hammer then entered. "Adrain the King seeks to summon you to his Throne room. For a discussion on the Kings Crest."

Adrian finished with two more hours with his hammer then stuffed the sword into the hot coals of the forge again. "Alright." The big man turned moving to a door and through it collecting what he needed into a satchel.

Mean while Emma finally stepped out nude from behind there and went to get into the longer white dress. As it fell down her form she returned to William stepping closer to him yet dropping to her knees beside him. Her head bowed. "My K..." She stopped a moment recalling her true current position. "My Master, may I be worthy of a moment of time?"

 

[cnuveau]

William eyed her naked form as she slipped into her dress. So perfect he thought to himself before it was covered again. As she kneeled before him asking for a moment he sought to take her hand and raise her back to her feet. "Of course, what is it?"

 

[Ravishing]

Seeing his offered hand she slipped her own into it. Rising carefully. "...Master." The word was used again since he hadn't told her not to. At least here, and now she'd use it. "Adrian, more, restrained me. He's stronger than Edward." Which is understandable. "So, he was there, watching, and enjoying watching what Edward did. That's why there are marks. His hands. That strength." Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic in restaining her so Edward could fuck her again, however, he'd wanted to.

"I, know there's an apothecary. I wish I might be given leave to see her. I, need an ointment to rub, certain places to heal the aches I feel." She was obviously embarrassed to ask for it, and needing to explain it to him. But he did know his Apothicary could do wonders with what she made from things one didn't want to know what went into it. But merely wanted to know it would work.

A pause then, "Perhaps also something to stop, me ending up with child?" She knew from rumour, illegitimate princes and princesses had in his Father's Reign, been sent far away, sometimes the Mother sent with them if it was potentially the last one she might conceive, but oft, the child was sent to distant places to be raised without knowing where they'd been born. Emma perhaps rightly didn't want to go through it herself. Especially if there'd be no clue of who Fathered what she might carry.

 

[cnuveau]

He listened as she spoke. Her requests seemed very reasonable and necessary. A part of him felt bad she needed to request this at all and this angered him a little. He was not one to abuse his playthings but he'd witnessed Edward offering her no such consideration along with now knowing that Adrian assisted.

"Very well." He replied "but before you go, perhaps you'd like to assist me with something I need to do." He then instructed her to finish dressing then go to his private chamber where Richard had chained her and wait for him there. He noticed a nervous look came over her face then quickly assured her she'd meet no harm in doing this.

With that he left for the throne room to await Adrian's arrival.

He didn't have to wait long. Within a few moments Adrian was led in then left with William. "Ahhh, Adrian, there you are. Thank you for coming" he started out. "I wanted to discuss with you my plans for a new crest. Follow me, if you will, I'd like to show you some of my ideas." William led him back to his private chamber where Emma should now be waiting. As the door swung open Adrian entered first. His face going pale as he saw Emma standing there then seconds later the cold steel of the kings blade against the back of his neck.

William walked him forward, his sword poised at the back of his neck until he reached the table where Emma had been restrained earlier then ordered him to lay face down on it.

Turning to Emma "Perhaps you'd like to return Adrian's favor and restrain him for me." he said with a wry grin.

 

[Ravishing]

Reassured she still found herself pacing his floors. Looking at that table. Knowing just how it could be manipulated. She was almost certain he wasn't about to restrain her on it again. Almost. As he entered with Adrian preceding him she got to witness the way the Smith actually paled at the sight of her.

It also let William see the way in which Emma raised that chin a little and unflinchingly met Adrian's eyes, even as she saw the King's blade cross over the much more muscled man's throat. A blade Adrian knew could slice a dropped piece of hair in half. Because he, himself, made sure it was just that sharp, always.

As her King told her to restrain him she quietly moved forth. Seeking to first take up the part which had a mithral chain on enchanted collar tucked up underneath and fit it about Adrian's throat. It, kept the bigger man from moving, even as she quietly then went about fitting his wrists into the manacles which were to the sides to hold them extended out. To ensure Adrian then couldn't use his legs, she reached under a part of it lifting away a bar of metal with leather straps enchanted on it. She fitted each about his ankles and that put his legs about 3 ft apart. It totally restrained Adrian there in a manner even with his muscles he knew he could not escape from.

Emma then stepped back away from her work, giving a quiet look to the King. She'd done as asked. Adrian was now vulnerable and held, what's more, the Smith knew it.

 

[cnuveau]

William nodded his approval at her quick work. The large man whimpered on the table pleading with the King not to kill him. William ignored him for a moment as he thought through his next moves. "Anything else you'd like to say or do before I get started Emmaline? She's not very fond of you Adrian, in case you hadn't noticed." He was grinning broadly and enjoying the thought of allowing her some taste of revenge.

 

[Ravishing]

Emma was quiet for a moment there before she drew in a slow breath. There was a tension in her, and her hands formed into fists for a moment. Moving to the King she dropped to crouch and looked up at him, "..I, wish permission to leave him with one mark." She raised her arm pushing the sleeve back which then showed the darker bruise on her flesh. Now the King could see the hand that made it left a virtual handprint bruise there against her pale skin. "One mark to remind him, he should not leave marks on others."

She could have potentially asked for so much at that moment. But, technically that had been Adrian's transgressions against her. Bruising her.

 

[cnuveau]

"Very well." he said. Her request seemed quite modest to him. He'd likely have taken it a bit further but she'd demonstrated herself to be more level headed than him anyway. "Do what you'd like then be off to your other errands while I have a conversation with him." With that he stepped back and allowed her that small taste of vengeance.

 

[Ravishing]

A moment in which she dipped her chin low, and inclined her head to him. Her eyes closed for a moment as she rose to stand. "Thank you, Master." She moved then, seeking to step up to Adrian. There was a cross of her arm over her chest, elbow bent as she seemed to partly crouch to line it up. A resounding swing and knuckle impacting backhand rocks Adrian in that collar which keeps his head from moving too much. The corner of his mouth split and that jaw section closer to his chin would heavily bruise.

Indeed Adrian in that moment gained a new appreciation for the fact some females might well be able to defend themselves. "Is there something I need to bring to her?" Her being his apothecary, "To ensure they believe I have been given leave?" Now, the King himself knew the older woman who was that apothecary had some kind of second sight, and the woman was renowned for knowing the truth of words said to her, and also gleaning in the same moment why he or she was there and what they needed.

Of course, the fact the King had let his, play thing hit him, Adrian now feared exactly what his King might do to him.

 

[cnuveau]

Williams eyes widened for just a moment as she struck Adrian with the kind of force he hadn't expected. A soft laugh to himself before she asked about the apothecary. "No, I trust you won't find any difficulties with her." he said all the while eyeing Adrian. She gave a quick curtsey then left to seek her out.

"Now Adrian, I'm sure by now your feeble mind has pieced together what what is about." He started with a sneer as Adrian lay silent on the table. He raised his sword placing it against his rather large ass then continued. "Now would be a good time to start talking."

Faced with the threat of being sodomized by the cold steel of the king's sword Adrian gave up what he knew easily. He'd confirmed that, if fact, a plot had been hatched to poison William but he didn't know who else might be involved outside of Edward. By his telling, they'd forced his assistance by threatening him and his family. By the end of his rambling explanation he was sobbing and begging for his life.

William stood quietly for a moment considering his next actions given what he's heard. He could appreciate the difficult situation he was in as a lowly smith being coerced by far more powerful people. He also knew had he himself done more to engender his loyalty maybe he'd have chosen a different path what faced with the situation. In the end he decided to release him and have him report back on what he knew. Adrian now knew the threat from the King was far worse than anyone else and he was willing to trust he wouldn't cross him again.

As he released him Adrian thanked him profusely. As he was walking toward the door William stopped him "If I find you've lifted a single finger to harm Emma I won't hesitate with my blade again."

With that he returned to the throne room for his afternoon council.

 

[Ravishing]

His afternoon was filled with not only his advisors. But a few men sought his council regarding some stolen sheep and other livestock. It is that either one was telling the truth that he hadn't known he'd stolen anything. Due to finding them lost and wandering many many fields from where they should have been. It could mean the barbarians to the east were up to their usual tricks. Breaking fences and stealing some, while letting the rest roam free.

Halfway through this, he'd note Emma's form enter the Throne Room, and drift like a whisper unseen through and among those present. Despite her looks and the way that dress provocatively clung to her curves, few seemed to actually realise she was there. Right up until she ended up sitting on the bearskin rug at the King's feet. Beside her a small jar, gripped by one hand. Her red hair tickled against his hand which was idle on his thigh.

Apparently, her time with the apothecary had gone well, and she'd gotten what was needed. It was then a messenger came huffing and puffing as he ran in through the double doors. The man stopped a moment, panting then straightened. "My King, I bring word. King and Queen Thaine from the Southern Lands of Summerland send a word in advance that they'll be here in a week, to visit. For it is that time of the year again where the treaty must be negotiated."

 

[cnuveau]

William hated the petty disputes people sought to draw him into about livestock and such but it was part of the job so he did his best to act like he cared and come up with the most equitable solution he could. His eyes were glazing over when he saw Emma enter and move through the crowd toward him. He couldn't help but eye her curves as she moved. She seemed less tentative and more at ease then previously. As she sat he passed his finger through her hair subtly just wanting to feel her in that moment.

Thaine's arrival next week was unwelcome news. Though his father usually handled the negotiations he'd been present for them and King Thaine had always truck him as a pompous ass. He always took far more than he gave in these negotiations and it bothered him that his father had let him get away with it. He'd have to put those feelings aside though and actually spend some time with them as peers to get a true sense of the man though.

The hour was drawing late and he'd had enough. He dismissed everyone and as the last of them filtered out he let out a sigh before pulling Emma up to his lap. "Was she able to get you what you needed?" he asked as his hand slid between her thighs.

 

[Ravishing]

Emma rose with grace, jar in hand, as she ended up settled across the King's lap there. Feeling his fingers slide up between her thighs, he'd feel her relax, those thighs parting willingly for him.

Lifting the jar. "I was given this, Master. While, I could apply it outside easily enough, and I can feel it even working against the bruise on my arm. I, couldn't get it, in as far as the ache is." A rather delicate flush of colour rose up on her cheeks then, and the King might easily realise why.

Applying it deeper inside was something he could, oh so easily do with his longer fingers. With the slickness of the ointment, there could well be a glide of more of his hand into her, if he was inclined to try and rub it deep within. All in the effort to soothe those aches. It'd be an interesting part of caring for his playthings needs and well-being.

 

[cnuveau]

William knew what she was getting at and was perfectly happy to help her since he'd already planned on having his fingers in her soon anyway. She opened the jar and he took a dipped two fingers in then spread it evenly across them with his thumb before lifting her dress up her legs. Emma pulled her bloomers aside and slid them into her easily as a little whimper came from her. She wrapped an arm around his neck and spread her legs wider as he worked his fingers deep into her noticing the slickness of the balm combined with her own building wetness eased the way nicely.

 

[Ravishing]

A bite to her lower lip as she had pulled her delicate bloomers to the side, as his fingers slickly slid inside her, there was a sudden wide part of her thighs. One draped over his knees, the other up over the arm of his throne.

An arm up about his neck, she found herself slowly squirming against those fingers as he stroked them into her slowly deeper. A soft moan, an increase in wetness and the slow rocking. Emma was certainly enjoying it, and William had all the leeway in the world to work out how deep he wanted to try stroking into her.

With them alone in the throne room, he knew he had about an hour there of time between now and when dinner would be served. All the time in the world to ensure he got her all fixed up, and more than enough if he wanted to drag her off to screw.

 

[cnuveau]

He pressed his fingers in deep making sure to probe the walls and spread the balm liberally inside her. As he pressed firmly against the front wall a sharp gasp then a moan as she gripped his wrist holding him there for a moment. His fingers responding to the unspoken request to work there longer. She squirmed in his lap as he felt like he'd gotten all he could with his fingers.

He sat up withdrawing her fingers from her then guided her legs to the floor. As she stood in front of him he gathered her dress then lifted it over her head before laying it across the arm of his throne. He then slid her bloomers down past her hips then let them fall to the floor. His trousers soon followed Taking the jar from her, he opened it then dipped her fingers in. Without further direction she wrapped those fingers around his cock and coated. Guiding her down on the bearskin rug at the foot of his throne he positioned himself between her legs then slide into her.

 

[Ravishing]

A squirm, an arch, a grip of her hand on his shoulder, softer panting sounds as he pretty much stroked at her g-spot with his fingers. Then as he withdrew them. Initially, she figured him done. Until he made her stand, took the dress off her draping it over his throne, then stripped off her bloomers, and she moved them. With his trousers vanishing and his taking of the jar.

Emma watched him dip her fingers into it, and she found herself liberally coating his cock in the ointment. Given it was made to be used internally like this, nothing of it would make his cock itch. Guided to lay down, she found herself willingly spreading those thighs wide for him.

The stroke of his cock into her pussy with that ointment went deep enough that he felt himself bottom out within her as she moans and arched up into him. A squirm and slow lift of one leg up over his shoulder, the one closer to the throne, since the logistics of sex there seemed to need for her to do this to make it easier.

if he hadn't been brushing her cervix, he'd realise he was certainly impacting there now. Emma panting needfully as she looks up into his eyes. Yes, sex with his plaything was certainly enticing to experience.

 

[cnuveau]

He drove deep into her but not in his typical forceful manner. No, this was slower, more sensual at least for now. Seeking to actually allow the balm to work rather than to inflict more trauma on her. He gripped her leg tight to his chest as he worked into her.

 

[Ravishing]

Since it was slower, he got to really feel the moment that balm had eased those aches, as she began really squirming up into his slower thrusts, soft delighted little moans out of her, and hands that clutched him to her. That angle with her leg up, likely feeling very, very nice to him there. Then she actually kissed his shoulder, soft, slow. Those inner muscles started to flutter at times about his cock inside her, squeezing it.

 

[cnuveau]

As he felt her responding he began to take her much more firmly. Driving harder into her as she squeezed around him. She responded like no woman he’d known before driving his desire to new heights. His hand kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples as she moaned beneath him.