The King and his Thief (Closed for cnuvenu)

Those firmer thrusts into Emma's pussy, her arching up repeatedly into him, lips parted, moans every few moments there. Before she managed to lift and hook her other leg over his shoulder. His weight on her spread her wider in some respects and it certainly gave him complete control to far more firmly fuck her. Another louder moan and shivering kisses to his shoulder. That squeezing of his cock increases as she whimpers, moans, and finally just writhes under him as she orgasms hard then.
 
Her writhing then ultimately her orgasm sent him careening towards his own. He pounded into her harder until he cried out and sent warm jets of cum bathing her pussy. He froze as the aftershocks worked their way through him then lowered her legs and laid beside her on the bearskin rug until finally they had to dress and have dinner.
 
Panting and moaning through his cum filling her, when he pulled free and lowered her legs, Emma shivered still, half curled into him there on that rug in front of his Throne.

It gave her time to consider the way it felt like how he was intimate with her had changed a little. Just enough that instead of fleeing her presence, he came soon after she did, and then at least this time stayed beside her a while.

Once he was standing, she lent in for a moment and, totally cleaned his cock with a slow suck of it. Rising to then help him put trousers back on, and button and lace him into them. She slipped on her dress, minus the bloomers which she used to, clean up a little. Holding those and her jar in hand. She drifted with him through the castle two steps beside him. Within his chambers for a far more private meal.

She asked for permission to take the ointment into that room he'd had dusted, aired out, and made up for her. Indeed it was put onto the armoire in there and she returns to settle onto a chair. A demure dip of her chin to him then. Before she actually looked at his meal. In light of everything each had learned.

"Master.... would you want me to make sure it's not poisoned?" She was only asking because in light of Edward perhaps by now being aware of Adrian vanishing for a while something could have been cooked up to... try and kill him a different way.
 
William looks down at his plate suspiciously then back at Emma. “ I don’t think that’d be necessary though I appreciate the offer. That’s already taken care of I’m the kitchen. If the conspiracy is that far reaching there won’t be much I can do to stop it.”
 
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Emma considered his words for a moment. "Master, If it happened, it'd only be them needing to get to one person. Not the cook herself. I've seen her. But the serving girls dash about."

Potentially as if on cue, one of said ladies of the kitchen came to knock and enter. "M'Lord, apologies from the Kitchen, fresh bread to go with your repaste." As she sweetly smiled at him, that dress of hers having been carefully adjusted to reveal more of her bust to his eyes. She put the plate down with it, beside his plate, with the butter and a knife. "Cook sends her truest apologies." A simpering tone. He'd slept with her from time to time. Usually every few months, she seemed to pull this routine of ensuring he noticed her, yet every time he slept with her he'd enjoyed it and thought she had.

That might really make him consider his enjoyment with Emma. He couldn't recall what was her name again; Ah Eliza, if her pussy gripped him tightly at any moment. He could recall her feeling slick and wet.

Whatever the case she didn't seem to even pay one speck of attention to Emma being there.
 
Williams eyes were drawn to Eliza’s breasts just as he was sure she’d intended. On previous nights he would have given that little cock gobbler what she was looking for but he was not so inclined after just taking Emma inn the throne room. He did, however, file away that it’d been a while since he’d taken her and she may be due soon.

Before she left he considered what Emma had been saying then asked Eliza to stay for another moment and taste his food. She was far more expendable at the moment.

She seemed to survive it fine so he sent her away and they ate.
 
Emma noted the way he admired those breasts. She got it. It wasn't like the other female was modest about the way she dressed. She'd totally bared a lot of that white flesh purposely. However, she also noticed the way the King made her feel like she was getting a treat. letting her taste his food. Without letting her know she was really checking for poison. It likely wouldn't occur to Eliza either!

Emma clearly kept her thoughts to herself. Finishing her meal before him, waiting till he was done. Passing the dishes off to whatever Guard happened to be unlucky enough to check on the King.

She then after a moment, spoke softly. "Master, I've noticed it's been a trying day for you." An observation mostly because she knew WHY it had been trying. "Do you wish for a small measure of something to drink? Something alcoholic? I could rub your shoulders?" Or do whatever else he asked of her.
 
He’d known he was less then discrete as he eyed Eliza’s breasts but they were there on display and he was a man after all. He wondered if that drifting of his attentions had bothered Emma.

William’s eyebrow raised at her offer. He did enjoy wine from time to time and a massage along with it sounded even better.

“That would be wonderful” he replied as he summoned the staff standing by and requested a bottle of wine be brought in.
 
Once the wine was brought there, in goblet and the bottle were left. Emma scooped up both, seeking to offer him the goblet, and moving with him back into his room. She waited till he got settled on that bed minus perhaps his shirt. Then she hopped up beside him, settling herself astride his hips and seeking to start at his lower back. Her hands are soft and warm as she rubs along those muscles, slowly working towards his spine. Then she uses her thumbs up along it.
 
William let out a groan as her hands worked across her back. Her touch brought back memories of the young lady he'd courted as a young man. A time in his life where he'd allowed himself to entertain romantic feelings. A time long before the responsibilities of the kingdom were heaped onto him. They'd courted for quite some time until she mysteriously vanished never to be heard from again. He allowed the memory of his heartbreak to wash over him for a moment before pushing it from his mind.

"mmmmm, yes, right there." he cooed as she continued to work his lower back.
 
Emma slowly began using her palms to rub deeper at that spot, sweeping them out slowly. Then she began working then upwards, moving further up his back. Until she began on his shoulders. Finding those terms spots she aimed to slowly work it out of his back.
 
The tension in Williams shoulders released as his cheek rested against the pillow. He groaned under her touch. His hands slipped down by his sides caressing Emma's calves as she straddled him.
 
As she began on his neck finally she really worked her thumbs into it then swept down his spine. "Master. Do you want your front massaged too? Or your legs?"
 
"Mmmmm, yes, that'd be nice." he said quietly. She lifted slightly allowing him to roll beneath her until he was on his back. His hands coming to rest on her bare thighs just beneath the hem of her dress.
 
Slowly she aims to massage his chest. Of course sitting this way, she was right astride his crotch. Each time she worked her hands against him, it slightly moved her to jiggle against his crotch.
 
His cock hardened as her weight continued to shift on it. Undoubtedly noticed by Emma as she straddled him here. His hands pressed deeper under her dress until they landed on her hips.
 
A subtle part of her lips as she felt his hands there on her hips, a breathy little sweet sound from her. A pause of her hands on his chest, and a look into those eyes of his. "Would, you wish me to massage your thighs and legs now?"
 
First she got off him then she unlaced him and worked those trousers and his underwear down his legs. She also removed his socks. Then she started at his ankle on the leg further from her. Working her way up with slow movements of her hands. When she reached the thigh she was careful to avoid his cock. Even as she got him to part his legs. Working on that inner thigh.
 
Her hands working up his inner thighs had caused William’s cock to harden in anticipation of her touch. She stopped teasingly close to touching it then moved her hands away. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as she started to work her hands back down his thigh.

Finally he decided to be less subtle. He lifted his head up and began to speak. “I’m noticing some other stiffness I’d like you to take care of.” As he finished his eyes directed hers toward his hard cock pressed against the stomach.
 
Emma was just about to move her hands to work on that last leg. Finger's a hair's breadth from touching his ankle when he spoke. He might well see the moment the golden chain took control out of her hands. Smoothly she took hold of her dress, pulled it up, and dropped the white silk to the floor. It left Emma gloriously nude there, as she put a knee to the bed, levering herself up and onto it.

A crawl up him, her between those thighs. Before her head dips, red hair cascades curtain-like to shroud him from seeing what she is doing. Before he feels warm breath, then a lick of a tongue, a slide of lips against that harder flesh of the head of his cock. Before she sucked it in her mouth, maneuvering the angle of her head to end up with his cock straight up and down, and sliding in smooth motion down the back of her throat and into it before lips glide to then wrap about the base.

In one single movement, it was fully engulfed within her mouth and throat. A soft little sound brought him a vibration along it before she began sucking and pulling back some. Her hands rested neatly on either side of his hips. As Emma began bobbing her head up and down, only drawing back just far enough the head popped into her mouth before moments later lips were back about the base.
 
William reached down played with Emma’s tits as she bobbed on his cock. He pinched and teased her nipples causing then to stiffen.

After a few moments though, he decided he wanted to see her ride him. With his hands under her arms he pulled her toward him urging her to straddle him take him inside her.
 
Emma made sweet if muffled sound as she felt him pinching and teasing her nipples. It also began making her rather wet.

He'd find it easy to pull her up. Emma's movements graceful as she ends up astride him. One hand slipping between even as she flicked her head that hair flowing up and over and behind her again.

Allowing him to see her breasts jiggle as she fit the tip of his cock between her labia then a moan as she began pushing down.

Her lips parting, as she drew in a deeper breath, as she let half his cock slide in her wet warm pussy. Pulled back to just the tip and head. Then a hard sink down until their bodies were fully joined, every inch of his cock stuffed inside her.

A louder moan from her then a small adjustment her hands either side of his shoulders as she purposely offers those breasts and nipples for his mouth or hands. A second of feeling her grind down them she began bouncing her self on him, each bounce made her gasp or moan or her breasts to jiggle.
 
William wasted no time cupping and caressing her breasts as she leaned down into him. He was captivated watching her body as she rode him. He pinched and teased her nipples as she moan impaling herself on his cock.

“Yeah, that’s what I needed.” He said as he release one of her breasts, lowered his hand and gave her ass a hard smack leaving a faint outline of his hand.
 
The slap coaxed a jerk of her hips harder onto his cock, and drew a moan from Emma's soft lips, which she licked. While still riding her King firmly. A few more firm strokes in and out of that soaked wet pussy and he felt her moving to pick up speed as those inner walls began twitching against the length within her, filling her time and time again. Emma's orgasm was building it would seem.
 
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