68. We need his seed.

King Arthur grew more agitated as the days turned into  weeks and then months yet she still had disappeared into thin air and was yet to be found. He wondered if Clover was indeed doing a good job of looking for her properly but then he quickly shook his head. Clover was his only and trusted friend, he also had no reason to deceive him. He was the only one who didn't try to talk him out of it when he told him that he would like to make Winifred his wife and Luna. He had even gone out of his way to comfort Arthur and had brought up some form of entertainment that he believed he would like and will  divert his mind from the unfortunate circumstances surrounding Winifred.

When Alice walked into room to announce, Arthur was already feeling lightheaded, almost like he was drunk and when a girl walked into his room, he knew he had seen her somewhere before. It was at the garden some nights ago where she was walking alone and had been so bold to approach him, due to her confidence, he spoke to her and enjoyed her company even. She had said her name was Arabella. She was a sweet, simple girl who spoke shyly, and her eyes dipped down in deference to him. She was a sweet girl.

Arabella looked around the room shyly at first before deciding to summon courage and be free so she asked if the king would like a neck message to relieve his tension. Arthur who was already feeling some type of way was touched by her kindness and smiled at the girl. He nodded. Since Winifred had gone missing again, he had not taken woman to bed despite them throwing themselves at him at every turn, a lot of the royals had even used their daughters daughters beg him wanting to gift them to him but he had refused. He didn't want a harem of women like his father. He was wholly and completely entranced with Winifred and could bed no other woman.

When the girl offered to massage him, he was touched. She was a young child who he was sure would marry soon and he thought about making sure that she found a good match. Her small hands kneaded into his neck and he closed his eyes.

“Your hands are heaven, Arabella,” he said. “Thank you, your highness,” she replied, happy and surprised that the king remembered her name.. Her voice was soft and melodious.

“You look and sound like youhave many troubles, your highness?” She added.

“Yes, I do” he sighed heavily.

“I am truly sorry for your pain,” she whispered into his ear. The room was silent and her little hands eased his flesh. “Would you like me to dance for you?” she asked shyly.  Arthur smiled kindly, intoxicated. He didn't wnat any dance but he also didn’t want to hurt the young girl’s feelings, so he nodded. “Please do,” he said.

He called on one of his maids to get him the palace singer and he appeared in minutes.  He began to strum his instrument as Arabella performed the sensual movements of the belly dance. As her hips moved, she could feel his eyes upon her. Arthur swallowed slowly as his cock expanded. He watched the young girl go through her movements in a sensual haze, her hips undulating. He felt a little ill. The incense was suffocating in the room and he suddenly couldn’t distinguish between fantasy and reality. He wanted her blonde hair falling all around them and those brown eyes dark with passion as he took her.

He wanted to see her ripe with his son and watch her as she moved. He saw the girl dancing and wondered where Winifred had learned the belly Dance. He had never seen her dance it before. “You may leave,” he told the singer.

“Come here,” he beckoned Arabella to him. He lay upon the pillows, watching her dance. As she came to him, her body honey coloures and slim, he shook his head. What was this? Who was she? Where was Winifred? He was confused,  this was Winiifred a second ago..

Arabella joined him on the mound of pillows, smiling and willing. “My King?” she asked. Her voice was small. She moved the gown her thighs and placed his hand on her thigh. “Arabella?” he said. He heard the question in his voice. The emerald green eyes weren’t green but brown and her hair wasn’t golden. What was this? He shook his head as the girl played her part as she had been told to do. She moved the gown up over her body and lay naked underneath him. “My King, I’m yours. Take me,” she said. The room was spinning and his head felt fuzzy.

Why did Winifred look so different, he wondered. But he missed her so. She meant everything to him. “Winifred,” he murmured as he pressed the girl’s legs apart and mounted her. He heard her cry out in pleasure as he slid into her. Then, he blacked out.

********

“The drug was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, not make him unconscious,” Arabella's father yelled at his eldest son. Arabella washed the moist from her thighs as the two men bickered. “The deed is done, though,” her stepbrother said. “She has been penetrated.” “Yes, but can't you see that he hasn't spilled his seed in her yet?" her father questioned harshly. “Without that, she is just another sex girl. We need his seed.” Her stepbrother nodded in agreement. “It will be done, don't worry." he said.

******

That night, Arabella lay in bed. She was groggy and tired. She wondered absently how she was to get the King's seed in her to be fruitful and give him a child.

“Arabella,” she heard someone whisper. “Yes, brother?” she asked. She sat up in bed. He had entered her room so quietly that she had not even heard him. “You did well,” he said as he smiled. “Yes, I did try but, he didn't spill in me so it's futile,” she replied. He smiled and undressed slowly as Arabella started to wonder what he was doing.

"Take off your clothes,  sister." He said and Arabella was shocked, "why? I'm not going going do that." She said.

"You either do as I say or you become another one of the King's whore only." He snapped and she did as he told her.

She now stood nude in the lamplight except for her black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs. Her stepbrother rolled the stockings down and Arabella stepped out of her stockings. She held her arms across her breasts. Her stepbrother turned her around slowly for inspection, a frown on her face.

He stepped closer. “That’s right, my little sex kitten. You want it don’t you?”

Arabella who already knew where this was going decided to throw whatever restraint and pretense she was showcasing and embrace the moment, she had missed him so much afterall,“all the time,” she agreed, licking her lips.

“I’m going to have one last taste of that beautiful pussy of yours.”

“Do it.” She urged him, lowering to her elbows on the bed before drawing her hand round to the front. She then began circling my clit at a maddening pace.

His fingers closed around her throat, tilting her head up by the jaw. Kissing her. Really kissing her. Taking the kisses from her mouth. Nipping, sucking, stolen things that made her reach for him. She wrapped her hands around his neck to pull him deeper. To taste more of him. He indulged her for just a moment before chuckling against her lips.

“Alright, desperate girl, alright. Open your legs. Let me see you.” It was like her thighs fell open of her own accord, she was so eager for him. He hummed again.

“Desperate and messy. I can see how wet you are from here, you act like you don't miss me but here you are, ever ready."

There was no warning when he slid not one, but two fingers inside her. That was okay. She didn’t need one. She was sopping, dripping. He usually did this to help her along, to fuck her open, to ready the way for his cock. But even he makes a slightly surprised sound at how easily his fingers find their way inside her. How deep, so quickly.

“How long have you been wet like this?”

“All day,” she whispered.

"Did the king do a bad job?" He asked again to which she only nodded this time. He made a tutting noise. “Poor thing. Be quiet and let me help.”

Arabella had gotten  this version of his help before. He played with her vagina like it was just that: a plaything. A toy. Like it was something that existed to fascinate him. "Listen to you,” he said, voice dark and devilish. “Can you hear yourself whimpering? Begging?” She nodded her head. As if she could have focused on anything other than the feelings of his fingers moving inside her.

Without warning, he suddenly slid into her, tears leaked from her eyes and her mouth fell open, wetting the fabric underneath her cheek. He thrusted into her so harsh and hard and just kept going, like he knew she could take more. Driving into her, each thrust like kindling. Making the fire burn on longer and longer when it was meant to have burned out. Until she was left gasping, begging, giving a slurred plea for mercy.

With quiet grunts, he ejaculated into her while she ground out a hot, tight orgasm, she then fell back on the bed bruised and battered but fully satiated.

“Cheer up, my little sister,” her stepbrother told her as he dressed. “To all the world, you now carry the next Alpha King of the lycan kingdom in your belly, congratulations."