"Rejoice, For Your King has Been Impregnated!"
This was a 15-page ($45) commission I wrote for somebody a while back. Tell me what you think about the story, and make sure to message me if you would like a story of your own?
My royal bride had been quite beautiful. She was smaller than me, at least apparently. I had seen pictures of Princess Kelley before, and if anything they failed to do her justice. She had a very cute face with a small, sharp chin and adorably small nose. Her lips were huge and red (I assumed it was make-up, but I later found out that was about her natural color), and her skin was pale. Her hair was a beautiful auburn that trailed halfway down her shoulders, and she stood 5'4 in flats. Even in the heels she wore with her wedding dress, she was barely up to the nose of my own impressive 6' stature.
She had an impressive pair of breasts, which she proudly showed off in her fashionable but still skin-exposing wedding dress. They were at least a D-cup, and looked massive on her, but they were firm and perky and she bounce them around with pride. Her arms were partially exposed by her translucent lace gloves, showing off a decent little bit of muscle tone on her thin arms, which I can only assume was matched on the rest of her body. And...she had a cock. I was vaguely aware that my royal bride was t be a futa, but I had sort of avoided the question of mutual fertility for now...I had sort of assumed we would simply adopt.
She was eyeballing me from her tiny perch, nearly licking her lips every second as she eyeballed my body. I was wearing a fairly complete and regal suit, so I don't think she could actually see all that much of me, but what she did see impressed her. Maybe it was the blonde hair, maybe the handsome face, maybe my broad muscular torso. Maybe it was simply my station that she so admired. No matter the cause, she was looking at me with a definite lust throughout the entire ceremony.
The priest asked her if she would take my hand in marriage and she said in the most hauntingly musical voice that she would, her big doe eyes staring directly into mine as the priest declared us king and queen. I brought my hands up to bring her in, but she wrapped her arms around me first.
She had an impressive grip, and what was perhaps more impressive was the skill with which she pulled me in to kiss her. She grabbed my hair, sort of humiliating in the way she asserted control, but I was too horny to really say anything about it. She kissed like an angel, skilfully sucking and nibbling my lips as her long tongue explored my mouth. I was looking forward to expressing my sexual dominance through this kiss but she was doing a perfectly fine job of that for me.
Then she picked me up, both of her hands grasping my asscheeks as she walked from the altar and toward the bedchamber. I pulled away and she just gave me her beautiful smile, lighty shushing me as I heard the enormous applaud of the crowd who so appreciated the strength and beauty of their new queen. I told myself they loved her strength and not my humiliation, at least.
When the doors shut, all I could hear was the clack-clack of her heels against the hardwood as she carried my body. She tossed me onto the bed, easily clearing 6 feet with her single throw. I weigh over 200 lbs, so such a toss is impressive for such a sticklike woman, regardless of her toned arms. She merely giggled after that. "I always wanted to marry a handsome prince one day and you did great on the kiss, by the way, I love how you just leaned back and let it happen, that will be a very useful skill for you in our new life together. You see honeybunch, I love you, and when I love something, I make it my job to ensure that it is always taken care of."
A strange declaration of love but not an unwelcome one, nor apparently was it anything less than truthful. I opened my mouth to disagree with ehr on the power dynamic she had implied, but she took off her dress in one swift movement and walked toward him in only lingerie and heels.
Her garments were pink and lacy, hardly covering any of her awesome body at all. I saw her big bouncing breasts, they were so firm that they were supporting her bra as much as it supported breasts. Then her firm, tight 6-pack abs. She must work out, that was not something most people just had. Then...her bulge. I wasn't super excited about it, but it wasn't as bad as I had suspected. It was large, but i am no slouch myself.. Barely more than seven inches, and curved quite a bit. I was also bigger than her down there. Which was a definite relief.
"Now" she said sultrilly 'Lets see about making you happy" she walked a sexy strut to the bed before unzipping my pants and taking out my cock. She got on her knees and blew me, she knew exactly what she was doing. No way I was the first man she ever did this too, but she sucked and kissed with such incredible skill that I didn't care. Soon I was shooting my load down her throat and her delicious lips were making sure to milk every drop from me.
I sat back in bliss, admiring her cute hair and smiling face, but then she rose to her knees again.... "You are so beautiful" I began, then I saw it. Her panties were bulging, much more than they had been before she had started. I wasn't seeing her erection earlier, that was her flaccid penis. Erect, it easily outdid mine. "What!?" I stared at it as it strained the fabric of her underwear, leaving the front soaked
"Oh, don't play coy with me, your majesty" she giggled at the title she had used on me. "You know quite well that I am a futa, and you know quite well what that means. We are going to mate, and I am going to impregnate you. That doesn't mean you can never use your cock again, far from it...I actually liked blowing you...but that does mean I am going to have to make sure we interact in a way that can get you pregnant"
Me? Pregnant? No that...that wasn't going to happen 'Shut up, you crazy-" she gagged me with her hand. I reached up and grabbed her wrists but my arms weren't doing me any good, somehow she was withstanding my attempts to pull her off.
"Now now, dear and loving husband. It is our wedding night." she was so gentle and casually commanding with her voice, it was difficult for me to even want to ignore her. "Tonight is a time for love, not insults. If you said something rude to me, you could end up regretting it for the rest of our marriage. There will be time to voice concern in the future, but for now...you will be much happier if you just...let me show you a good time" and with that she tore my pants off.
I was moaning as she fidgeted with my hole, placing a finger inside of it "Hmmm...no, no, not ready yet" she said, before quickly tearing her own panties off and jamming them in my mouth, gagging me before she took off her bra to tie my hands behind my back. I was trying to fight back, but she was too fast. 'Can't have you removing it!' she said with an incredibly bright giggle.
She walked back to a dresser and grabbed a bottle of lube and a large buttplug 'just need ot train you a bit, and after that you should be a natural..." she began. I got up to run but she grabbed me and smashed me belly-first onto the bed and shoved a lubed finger right up my ass, her cock on my clothed belly as she did so, before jamming the plug in. my own penis was springing back to life from all the stimulation. She rubbed it "he'll get his due, don't worry, but for now let's just make sure I get mine. Sorry that I can't make love to you yet, but it would hurt"
It would hurt!? What about me not wanting her cock! I grunted into the panties, releasing more of their flavor into my mouth as she pulled her skirt up and started stroking her enormous cock at me. "Just a quick blowjob is all I need" and in a flash she tore the undies from my mouth and replaced them with the head of her cock.
It was big and hard, hard enough that when she said "Use your teeth" I found that if I tried to sink them in my jaw hurt before her cock. She was a strangler alright, angling my head from side to side, making sure she had a clear shot down my throat, and fucking me right down my gullet. She would occasionally choke me with her other hand, stroking my throat. I didn't understand why at first, but it slowly dawned upon me that she was jerking herself off through my neck!
"Nothing to be ashamed of, my love" she coo'ed at me. "You just don't have experience with my wonderful rod of pleasure. In time you will learn the ins and outs of it, and be able to satisfy me whenever I command!" She said that like I had no purpose in life beyond serving her. At that moment, choked on her cock, I started to wonder if that was a correct assessment.
Soon enough she started huffing in pleasure, my throat thoroughly stretched and abused by her relentless humping, and grabbed me firmly by the shoulders. She bit her lip and released a moan, before screaming out and letting herself fill me up! She shot glob after hot sticky glob, quickly filling my mouth up completely before the cum started spilling out from all directions!
The seed was a thick heavy cream and flew out of my mouth and nose as I was overfilled, eventually my bottom lip became the rim of a veritable waterfall of my wife's seed as she thrusted again and again to make sure that it had all left her system. She tore my coat off after that, reasoning "It's not really fit to wear in public anymore is it?" and with that she put me to bed, making me her little spoon
"I...I don't know what to say" I said aloud my wife had just raped my mouth and gotten her cum everywhere. I could taste it all night long, and my chest had to soak in it as we slept on the same bed where she had fucked my mouth and spilled her seed everywhere. She slept soundly, snoring at me sometimes, but always wrapping her arms right around my body.
She would, on occasion, hump me. The toy she'd put in my ass stopped hurting before too long, and her persistent humps eventually began to elicit a completely different response from me than I wanted them to, instead of violated they were starting to make me feel...alive. My cock sprang to life from the sensation.
Morning came and I looked down at her slender arm. Her erection and breasts were both pressing against my back, somehow each of them felt significantly bigger than they had been the night before. I yawned and tried to escape, but i found her arm was keeping me in place. It was ridiculous, surely, my limb was nearly three times as thick and much more muscular...so I grunted and strained against her, trying to ensure that I would break free, but it went the same as the last time. Her arm simply overpowered mine, no real struggle needed.
Eventually I started groaning, and with that she woke up "WHats wrong, my darling husband?" she said, tightening her grip even more. She flexed her pubic muscles too from the feel of her cock slapping against my backside "Do you need something?" she asked, slowly humping against my back. She kissed my neck in a most tender and sensual fashion, a manner that made me lean back and moan against my will, basking in her lips
"Oh, I know my love...it is me. I am sorry I didn't take you last night" she grabbed the base of the toy she had inserted and began to slowly pull it out. I howled and my new wife kissed me a few more times "I know, lover. It's a new sensation, but one I know you will come to love in time"
The toy was barely even out by the time she put her cockhead inside of me. At that point I was struggling as hard as I could, but she wrapped her arms around my upper body and her legs around my lower "Oh, you know I love you. You know I want a family with you, you are mine to make into a happy man...but I need to make love to you first"
"Shut up, you crazy bitch!" I shouted at her, her tiny, soft limbs overpowering mine with a force I couldn't understand, pressing me into an uncomfortable position.
"Oh husband, you will forgive me in time. You will love me and our new baby so much once I can finally make you see the pleasure and virtue of your new way of life" she thrusted and, four or five inches of cock went inside of me "I'm sorry I have to show you like this. I only rape you because I love you, dear" she monologues, a hand now keeping my mouth firmly shut as I tried my best to curse her out. She slid in further "You must understand how bullheaded and uselessly antagonistic males can be. I know you are only like that because you are lonely, insecure, and feel unloved. But I will fix all of that. I love you, dearest husband, more than you could ever know. Probably more than a male is capable of even feeling. And you will know what that means, and how intense my passion is...with time" she thrusted in the rest of her prodigious length and made sure I felt it, swinging it around inside of me as she slowly started bucking in and out.
She moved with a slow rhythm that made me gasp through her dainty hand-gag, she made me feel things inside of me I didn't even know that I could. My prostate was certainly burning with an insanely intense pleasure as she provided me with such a rich and exquisite experience. I writhe in her grip through, I wasn't ready for this kind of love.
She gave a sexual performance that was as long-lasting as it was honest, making sure she took her time to get me from every angle and declare her love as she did so. I can't even say how long we were locked together like that, but it felt like forever. I had tuckered myself out in a vain attempt to resist but before too long, and at that opportunity she craned my head around and made it to meet with hers before she started to kiss my lips quite passionately.
And then the seed sprung form her loins, shot after shot. Just as her member felt like it was bigger, so too did her seed feel like it was more bountiful. I could feel my body filling with it, my belly even expanding to accommodate the assault of gooey liquid as she fucked me again and again, makings sure every clump found its way inside of me.
After she was done with that, she got up. My new wife lifted my body from the bed, and cum was pouring from my ass like I was some kind of mishandled teapot. I left a white trail as she carried me to the bathroom and ran us a bath, setting me into the enormous tub before she started rubbing down my limbs "My husband has a very handsome body. I am lucky to have a man who takes care of himself" she said, her hands tracking up and down my legs.
I didn't respond verbally, but I blushed at the sweetness. She giggled at me "What, nothing nice to say about your wife?" and she jiggled her enormous chest at me...yes they had certainly grown since the previous night.
"My new wife is...very firm-willed" I said, suddenly finding humor in my situation. I had been emasculated and raped but this woman was like a drug, she had an aspect to her that made it impossible to hate her and she knew it.
She leaned in and kissed the top of my head, her breasts poking me in the face. They were incredibly firm and soft at the same time "thank you, my love...I am only strong-willed because I know I have a family now. And I am set on ensuring that my family will always be happy" and she started sniffing me, her hands were like steel wrapped in silk as she began to rub up and down my shoulders and upper arms, spreading the thin, delightful soap everywhere.
"So, our first full day of our marriage has begun quite delightfully, at least if I do say so myself" my new wife mused, taking her hands down to my pecs and really digging in "MMM, I'm glad I married a man with such an enormously adorable chest" she squeezed down on me and made me reel a bit in pain "I will make sure that I always keep these nice and tender, maybe even dressing them in a fancy brassiere or corset..."
"What?" was all I could say, my bath time suddenly becoming strangely nightmarish again. She was so easily dominating me that I could hardly even keep up. She apparently saw the confusion on my face and decided to grab my hands and place them on her bountiful bosom letting me feel her up. I was a bit calmer 'anyway,. You have a nice set of breasts" I Looked at them, impressed with their size and firmness. They were definitely bigger than they were last night "But I...what I have on my chest is muscle. Hard pectorals for real exercise"
She just giggled and pinched my cheek "Boys can't exercise, not for real" was all she said. She kept bathing me, swirling soap around, evgen rubbing me down with her soapy tits so that I had a new sensation to cleanliness. Her chest made for a good pair of loofahs, I must say, and I would always be willing to try that again. After the bath she left me alone, her enormous cock now hanging longer than my erection as she reminded me that we would have a wonderful day to spend together as man and wife.
I went to the gymnasium and began exercising. The king was always supposed to be skilled with sword and axe, and while the last few monarchs before me had been lax on that policy, reasoning that it had no application in the modern world, I was always big on sport. I wore athletic shorts and not much else when I exercised, hacking through dummies with practice swords and making mincemeat of a million imagined opponents. Before too long I heard a comment "You really are something else"
I looked behind me, and there was my wife in a fancy cocktail dress, standing in heels with resplendent jewelry on her fingers "What Are you doing here?" I asked, catching my breath. She bounced up to me, smiling as she looked all around my body, purring at the various crevices and curves
"Oh, just seeing what my new husband does to impress me...this is all to impress me, isn't it? I mean obviously you are okay with that sword, but you would never stand a chance against a modern soldier. Not to mention your skills would be useless against any woman..."
"Silence!" I commanded, surprising myself with my roughness, but she had been quite condescending. "I have won 12 tourneys and placed in the finals of 20 more with my skills and strength! Do not presume to talk of superiority, woman!"
"Oh honey I'm not just idly talking" she said as she lifted a practice sword and started swinging it "I mean it's great that you have a hobby that you enjoy doing, but I have a sneaking feeling that you have only ever practiced against dummies and against other men. Never against someone really tough. Like a woman. Like, say, me.
"I would find no challenge is someone like you" I replied with venom. She was holding her sword like an amateur, but she began idly swinging it, and with each stroke gained a more confident handle on it, like she was suddenly transforming herself into an expert
"Is that so, husband? Then how about we make a little wager. Let's have ourselves a sparring match, and the loser has to give the winner a blowjob" she licked her big, luscious, pouty, carnivorous pink lips after she finished that sentence. I looked up, remembering how wonderful they had been the last night
"You have yourself a deal!" I said with gusto, approaching her and holding sword aloft. I considered going easy on her, but after all she had done I did not think that would be the right way to handle things. Instead I approached with full speed and maximum effort, hoping desperately to overwhelm and humiliate her beyond any semblance of fight before something serious happened.
Sparring went an unexpected direction. Which is to say, she completely avoided all of my first few swings without even using her sword, instead just sidestepping them and ducking around. After that she smiled at me and struck my sword with hers with such force that I found mine popping out of my hand. I backed up, humiliated. I knew how to hold a sword, that wasn't supposed to happen! Not unless it was hit with so much force that...no, no way she could do that. The woman just laughed, flexing her pecs so her tits jiggled at me "I guess we know who the real champion is"
"Shut up" I said, a bit meek and she threw her sword at me handle first, she smiled "Let's make this something resembling interesting. Attack me, armed as you are, and see if you can do any better."
I walked around, trying to sense her movements and prepare for how she would react to me, closely watching every little thing she did, how she seemed to mck me every way she moves. Her heels did nothing to slow her down, loudly clicking against the dojo floor as she moved her body gracefully. "Who trained you in swordplay?"
She giggled into her hand, dainty as ever in her mannerisms "I've never done this before, but it seems fun. I especially like kicking my husband's big squishy butt...although he may get a bit down in the dumps from all this..." and with that I came back with a vengeance, attacking as a blur against a much faster blur, every blow of mine failing to connect, the cacophony of her heels against the hard floor filled my ear as she completely evaded my sisual range. Suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my shorts, and then a pull!
She was holding me in the air by them, I screeched and held my genitals with both hands, dropping my sword. She responded by giving me a firm had to the backside 'well, looks like my husband is the champion...of getting spanked and wedgied!' she laughed at that, carrying me back to our bedchamber "come now, we must teach you our proper place, and get you ready for our baby"
I was humiliated and disoriented as she took me back there, my genitals and crack hurting from the wedgie as she peppered my cheeks sporadically with slaps, hard enough that some degree of pain would seep into the muscles and leave me with a deeper soreness, but one that I somehow had come to enjoy over a lack of sensation.
When we got in she threw me on the bed again and steps out of her dress. No underwear this time, and a cock that was dangling and wobbling at perhaps 3/4ths mast and despite the semi-hardness at least 14 inches long. The incredible member was looking nearly as big as her thigh and much, much deadlier "So, to really make me a good, virile wife while keeping you a nice fertile husband, we have to complete a few rituals"
"Rituals?" I was too terrified to really stand up against her, beginning to come to terms with her superior strength and sexual prowess.
"Kiss every inch of it" she whispered in my ear,jerking off as she got close. I felt her breath and it had the effects of an aphrodisiac, making me want nothing more than to obey and pleasure her, even my own sexual pleasure starting to become a distant priority in the face of her commands. She backed away again, presenting her fully erect 18" cock to me. It was frighteningly huge, at least in my opinion.
I did what she said, my head bobbing down, I began to kiss, starting at the base. She moaned, and then reached into the nightstand, pulling out a lipstick "Wait...so we can keep track of where you kissed" I didn't want to, but she held my head and applied it, telling me to make a "MWAH" before starting again.
It was an interesting experience to kiss every inch of her, making sure that I covered as much cock as humanly possible. When the marks began to fade she'd apply another coat,and I would go right back to kissing her cock. Her chest was big and milky, actually leaking fluid from her nipples as she played with them, looking down at me with a big smile as I met with her cock. "Good, we've set up a nice, innocent, romantic relationship between you two...now french kiss her." I didn't like her talking of her cock as if it were a person, but her speech did arouse me.
I started rubbing my tongue across every inch, tasting the sweet lipstick (she at least though to use an edible, flavored brand) and smearing it all over her genitalia. I was getting much more into it than I expected I could, my tongue eagerly attempting to cover whatever it could. She stroked my shoulders "Yes, yes, keep kissing her, kiss her...she loves you so much, baby boy...just like I do..." and with that she started bucking her hips
She grabbed my head and placed it on front of her cock, telling me to make out. My lips wrapped around the head and I shoved my tongue down the urethra, feeling myself being let inside, and following up with everything i could manage to give that hungry, hungry hole. She pulled me off and had me kiss one side and rubbed the other with her hand till she convulsed. Her hardened member shot like a goddamn cannon, spurt after spurt squeezing out of it at speeds I would have considered impossible if I didn't see them for myself
The wall was absolutely covered with her thick, salty cum. She giggled "Now, husband...the next step of your training...eat it all up!" she pushed me into it. I looked at the cum then looked at her. She slapped her thigh, threatening a spanking, and I found myself obeying her wish. It was a large meal, consuming it took a lot out of me, but I was able to do it. My once flat and fit belly became just a bit distended from the quantity, but somehow it didn't exactly hurt. I was just as full as I ever was in my life.
The rest of the day she spent close to me, kissing me, fondling me, playing with my chest and butt, generally being a tease. I felt her cock brush against me on occasion, and each time it felt more of a monstrosity than the last. When we finally retired, she smothered me in her heavy, HH tits, holding my head in her cleavage until I passed out. When I woke up, I was staring at a rod that was a yard in length!
She waved it at me "You can see I'm just about at maximum size" she said, snaking her cock around my chest, leaving a trail of precum "But i have one more major step in the regiment" she placed her cockhead against mine "The next step of your fertility training" she said with a smile lost somewhere between loving and seductive "Is docking!"
And with that she took my cock inside of hers and began pounding away at me, fucking with wild abandon as she filled herself with my cream. I wanted to penetrate her, but...like this...it was strange. And she wasn't the only one getting something up the urethra, I definitely felt her fluid seeping down into mine, and after about twenty minutes a sharp pain formed in my balls. 'Oh, that" she said as I screamed "Don't worry, just...transforming you"
The docking went on until I come, finding my orgasm completely dry. She placed me on my side and went to sleep. But in the morning she was on me again.
I was being fucked HARD by my wife's enormous cock, her superior strength meaning I Was little more than a fleshlight in her hands, being rocked up and down as she placed her cock as deep into me as she possibly could. I had multiple orgasms during the ride, but none of them produced any output, my cock just sort of convulsed repeatedly.
After that she came in my ass. My belly filling up completely as more and more hot, sticky cum ended up inside of me. My body had become stretchier, as I knew when she put the solid gallons of cum in my belly and then plugged me up. She fucked me every night that week, having me piss on strips on occasion, while she socially dominated me. She would even wear masculine clothes and dress me even more feminine on occasion.
The belly bulge never went away, she just kept refilling it again and again, until one day the strip I peed on trend blue. She hugged me tightly and screamed in my ear "Oh, this is wonderful, husband! We're pregnant! You are going to have such a beautiful baby for the two of us!"