Authors: Susan Fleming
Chapter 6
The Big Moment
King Henry gently rubbed the tip of his huge cock on Elizabeth's soaking wet vagina. She moaned, clawing his back. She was truly aroused, as much as he was, and wanted him inside of her.
“Do it,” said Elizabeth, “Do it my King, take me…”
The King began to thrust his enormous royal manhood into Elizabeth, gently as he could so as not to hurt her. Elizabeth screwed her eyes shut, her mouth semi open as if perpetually on the verge of screaming but holding back until the moment was just right, until she could feel his manhood filling her up and her scream would let him know just how he made her feel.
As the King put his cock ever deeper into Elizabeth's vagina, she felt it spreading open for him, shaping itself to offer the perfect sheathe for him to fit his cock into. She allowed herself to let out the tiniest of moans.
Elizabeth did not even feel her hymen break. The ecstasy was too great. Her King, her lover was inside her now, and that was all that mattered.
Once he reached the end of her, the King began to pull out. He then thrusted himself back in slightly more forcefully. Elizabeth once again allowed herself to let out another tiny moan.
However, the King saw this as a challenge. He would make her scream.
He aimed his cock for where he knew there was a specific point of great pleasure and thrust at it. Elizabeth looked at him, wide eyed, unable to comprehend the waves of pleasure that were now coursing through her body. As he felt his manhood thrusting against this point of extreme pleasure on the upper end of her vagina, she felt her legs turn to water, she felt her face grow hot, her vagina even hotter, she felt like she was floating, like she was outside herself, that him being inside was so formidable that there was no room left for self, only him, him and his royal manhood filling her eager vagina.
Elizabeth let it out, tentatively at first, as if she was testing the waters. A short scream, followed by a longer one. The longer one was a shriek, an uninhibited scream that truly showed that in this moment nothing mattered except the pleasure of this situation, the feel of him inside her.
Elizabeth began to rock back and forth, egging him on, wanting him to be the beast he truly was. “Don't hold back my King…” she said in a voice so meek and gentle that it drove the King over the edge.
He thrusted with abandon, like a bull let out of its cage. All the years of sexual frustration led to him utterly annihilating this girl's vagina from within, and she loved every single moment of it. She felt her vagina clench, and she said “Yes, YES my King, just like that my King, take me... TAKE ME!”
She felt hot liquid spurt out from her King's cock into her vagina. She knew what this was: his royal seed.
At the feel of his hot seed spilling into her, Elizabeth was driven over the edge a second time. She let a true scream rip through her again as the second orgasm to hit her in the last ten minutes tore her apart.
When it was done, her legs were shaking, as was the King who lay atop her, his head upon her breasts. They both gasped for air in unison, as one.
“My King…” she whispered in his ear, “My King... My handsome, wonderful King…”
King Henry looked up from her breasts. He could still feel his cock inside her, and the seed that had spilled out of it. “My Queen,” he said to Elizabeth.
She stared at him wide eyed.
“I have spilled my seed into you,” said Henry, “I have truly made you mine. I want to be yours also. I want you to be my Queen.”
“My... my King I am not worthy,” said Elizabeth.
King Henry placed upon her lips and said, “It is I who is not worthy of you, my Lady. Now, if you don't mind, I would take you again, for I am not yet fully satisfied.”
Chapter 7
The Announcement
The King took the woman that would be his Queen without relent. He found feelings that had been dormant for years within awakening within him. He turned his queen around and spanked her ass, raising it up to enter it as deeply as he could. “Yes my King, pull my hair! Pull my hair my king!”
King Henry did as she said, pull her head back and baring her beautiful neck. He flipped her around and began to lightly choke her, making her moan even louder as he thrust harder into her, deeper, faster. She gasped as he began to spill his seed into her again, gasped as it filled her up inside, feeling his royal seed make his cock even more slippery inside her, spilling out of her, such was the volume with which he ejaculated.
The size of his cock sent shivers down her spine. As waves of pleasure continued to surge through her veins, the Queen began to demand more and more. Her body began to convulse as his cock moved in and out of her tight little pussy. The corners of her lips turned into a smile and she began biting her lip in order to prevent herself from screaming just yet.
The King was unable to stop. He continued to thrust, his Queen urging him to do it harder, rougher. “Pull my hair again my King,” said Elizabeth, “Pull my hair and let us come to our climaxes together!”
The King turned Elizabeth until she was on her side and she stuck her backside out for him. Lying down behind her, the King pulled her hair, revealing her neck which he began to bite. Elizabeth gasped, loving the feeling of her hair being pulled, his teeth upon her neck, his cock inside her vagina, thrusting, pulling her apart with no mercy. She could feel his lips digging into her soft skin, and the pain only made her feel hornier.
They were both close. They could feel it within them. The King could feel his cock swelling with the oncoming climax and cried out, saying “My Queen! My seed, it is spilling into you once more!”
“Oh my King!” screamed Elizabeth, “Yes my King! Pull my hair as you spill your seed into me! Harder my King! M-my King! I... I…”
Elizabeth howled as the third orgasm of her life ripped through her like a ball of flame, exploding within her, turning her into a shrieking banshee, and such was the force of the climax that she began to shake uncontrollably.
When it was done, they lay next to each other, gasping, and then laughing at what they had shared.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the King stood up to put on his robe so that he may answer it.
When he opened the door, he saw his Prime Minister, Winston Chamberlain, standing before him.
“Winston!” said the King, with a bright smile on his face.
“Henry?” said the Prime Minister, almost unable to recognize his King. “Are... are you smiling?”
“Yes I am. I have found myself a bride!”
“Oh, wonderful!” said Winston, “Is it Lord Ashmont's daughter?”
“No,” said the King, “Come in and meet her for yourself.”
Winston entered the room to see Elizabeth sitting on the bed in a robe. At first, he was outraged at the thought of his King marrying a common girl, but after speaking to her he saw that she was a kind girl with a noble heart, someone that the commoners could come to love as their queen.
“If she makes you happy,” said Winston to the King, “That's all that matter. Now all we need is for you to get married and to have a baby!”
Henry gave Elizabeth a conspiratorial glance and they both laughed.
“Am I missing something?” asked Winston, confused.
“I spilled my seed within Elizabeth not once, not twice but thrice in the last two hours!” said the King, “I expect she will be pregnant by tonight!”
“Wonderful!” said Winston, his face brightening up considerably, “The people of the country will be so happy to hear it!”
A Mail Order Bride Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Susan Fleming
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Needing A Home
Chapter 2: Traveling Alone
Chapter 3: The Doctor Finally Shows
Chapter 4: Getting To Know Each Other
Chapter 5: The Marriage
Chapter 6: More to Love
Chapter 1
Needing A Home
Julie Hannahs was a nineteen year old girl who was the eldest in the long line of children between her Christian, God fearing parents. They lived in a small town in Montana in the middle of nowhere, and she was making the decision to leave because her family couldn't afford to feed her anymore. In the eighteen hundreds, there just weren't a lot of husband choices, and it was either marry the old rancher down the road who was like sixty, or look somewhere else.
The man had already buried three wives, and at least one was a suspicious death, there was no way Julie was going to marry him. She just couldn't bring herself to marry someone that old.
Instead, she'd found a paper from California. A paper that was looking for brides for men who'd moved down there for the gold rush, who hadn't had a chance to find women. Julie had sold everything she'd ever had, including her bible to respond to one of the ads via a telegram response. She was going today into their small town to find out of he'd replied back.
The man wasn't rich most likely though she didn't know for sure. She assumed a doctor made more than her family did who made just enough to survive. He was a doctor in a small mining town. He was in his late twenties, and was looking to settle down and have a wife and children. She imagined that the women there probably were the wrong kind of women if you wanted to settle down.
Working with animals on their small ranch in Montana, she wasn't exactly an idiot when it came to reproduction and mammals. Humans or otherwise. Her parents might have never told her exactly in detail the act of sex or childbirth, but she'd seen enough with their animals to get the gist and know what was expected of a wife.
She could do this. She could travel to find a husband, leave her family behind and become less of a burden on her already struggling family. There were currently nine children in the family ranging from two, to nineteen, and her mother was pregnant again. She just couldn't take food away from the other mouths to feed when she had options.
Julie just didn't want to marry the man down the road, she didn't care if he had money, and she couldn't bring herself to marry a man older than her grandfather. Feeling like she'd made the right decision, she rode her horse into town, and then tied it in front of the little communications office.
“Morning Julie,” Hank nodded when he saw her, pushing his glasses up his nose as they had a habit of always slipping down his face.
Julie smiled at him, “G'morning Hank. Did I get a response back yet?”
“Sure did! Let me go find it for you, I put it in the back so I wouldn't lose it,” he told her and disappeared through a wooden doorframe into the back of the building.
A few minutes later, he came back holding a piece of paper in his hand, and read it out loud to her.
Relief poured through her veins as she heard the good news. The doctor would accept her as a bride, and had sent some money for her travels, there was enough to get to Oregon by train, where the rest of the money for the trip would be waiting for her to finish the rest of her trip to California.
Excited, she told him to send the man a response and let him know she was coming. She went home to pack the few bits of clothing she had left, and say goodbye to her family. She knew they would be surprised, as she hadn't warned her parents of her plan, but they were planning her wedding to the rancher she didn't want to marry, and she was of an age where they couldn't force her to marry him.
She was vaguely worried they'd marry her seventeen year old sister off to him if she left, but she decided she'd tell her sister how to find her if she needed to leave home. Hopefully the good doctor wouldn't turn down family, and with young, strong men around, finding her sister a husband if needed wouldn't be that hard... she hoped.
When she got home she packed. She would miss her horse. She'd had it since it was a baby and wished she could bring it with her. Instead, she told one of her younger sisters to take good care of it, and it was her’s now. Feeling herself tear up, she tried to be strong.
Now she just had to break the news to her parents.
“Momma?” Julie called out to the barn, trying to find her mom. She was due any day now with the newest baby, but it didn't stop her mom from working all day long. Julie didn't want to be like that. She loved children and wanted a few, but she wanted to enjoy her life too, not work from sun up to sundown and never get to stop and actually enjoy looking at the stars or the blue skies.
“Yes Julie, I'm in here honey.” Her mom was mucking out a stall, one of their cows was about to give birth and her mother was preparing the labor stall.
“Momma, I have something to tell you,” Julie started to say when her mom stopped and leaned on the pitchfork.
“You're leaving us,” Her mom asked her bluntly.
Julie was surprised, “How did you know?”
“There's no secrets in this town Julie, and Hank has a big mouth. Your Poppa and I knew you were talking to a man in California to be his bride. I'm assuming you two came to an agreement?” her mom asked her.
“Yes, we did. I'll be leaving in the morning,” Julie told her, “You're not mad?”
“Julie, honey we love you, but you leaving gives us more food to feed the rest of the mouths we have, and the new ones to come. I wish you the best of luck, and hope you send me letters and telegrams sometimes, but I want you happy and want more for you than struggling to find enough food to eat.” Her mom set the pitch fork down and hugged her daughter, then stiffened.
“Are you okay mom?” Julie asked her when she realized her mom wasn't hugging her back after a minute.
“My water just broke, I guess your new brother or sister has decided to make its arrival before you leave so you can meet them. Go get your father.” Her mom hobbled back to the house leaving Julie to locate her dad.
Chapter 2
Traveling Alone
Julie sat on the train and looked out the window watching the scenery pass by. The greenness of the trees and beautiful crystal blue water left her in awe. She'd never been on a train before, but she was enjoying herself.
She'd been given enough money for first class tickets, but she hadn't needed something that fancy, and instead had gotten coach and saved some of the money. When she reached Oregon she planned on adding a few things to her wardrobe so she wouldn't appear to be so penniless and threadbare when she arrived to her husband-to-be in California.
She clutched the telegram to her chest. He had described himself. Dark hair, blue eyes, tall in stature. She was excited, it would be a nice contrast to her short self. She had long blond hair, that when she wore it down went to her waist and green eyes.
Her dresses from back home weren't exactly fancy, and she looked like a dirt poor woman compared to most of the women on the train she was riding with. It had made her decide she needed to get at least one or two generic dresses from a store before finishing her trip so she could at least walk off the train and look a little less farm-girl like.
Having made the decision to do this, she was hoping she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life. How did she know he wouldn't hurt her? Once she was his wife, he could do anything he wanted to her, she would think a doctor would be an honorable guy, but you never knew.
Trying to force herself not to be scared, she went to sleep early in the evening and was woken up the next morning when they arrived in Oregon. Just three more days and she'd be in California. The evening train would leave tonight, giving her the day to go shopping at the small town they stopped in.
She got off the train and they pulled her luggage and stored it for the train when it arrived tonight. She went into the small town and tried to pick up a few essentials and a couple of dresses.
Julie walked into the little town store and saw the prettiest little pink dress she'd ever seen in her life. The ruffles around the skirt and lace and buttons on the chest were beautiful and it was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen.
“How much?” she asked the shopkeeper.
“Five dollars,” he told her and didn't look up from the book he was reading.
“I can afford three dollars,” she told him and then stared at it, feeling upset, she couldn't spend all the money she had on one dress. But she really wanted it. For once in her life, she wanted to buy something for her, something that made her feel beautiful in. She deserved it. She also wanted to look nice for the man she was about to meet.
The man looked up at her and looked her head to toe and then at the dress she was holding.
“Fine, give me the three dollars and just don't tell my wife. She made it,” he told her and then took her money, wrapping the dress up in brown paper.
“Thank you so much!” she told him, clutching the package, thanking the good lord for the kindness of others.
She wandered around the town and found a couple more cheap dresses, but the pink one was the one she planned on changing into for when she got off the train to meet him.
Marshal Masters. She was excited to meet him, she was looking forward to the rest of her trip. She got back to the train that night, and boarded, her ticket had been in her pocket, unwilling to risk losing it.
She slept most of the night, waiting until morning to slip into the pink dress. She finally changed into the dress when they announced they were a couple hours from the train station, and about to reach their final destination.
When the train came to a lurching stop, she anxiously collected her things and got off and stood in the pickup area, waiting for her luggage and to find Marshal. Slowly, everyone who got off the train with her had disappeared and it was just her standing there, confused.
She sat on the bench, alone, waiting for hours. Finally one of the people from the train station came outside and asked her if she needed help.
“I was waiting for someone,” she told him, wondering why the doctor had stood her up. She was angry. She traveled all this way, just to have him be a no-show. She didn't have enough money to get back home, what would she do now?
“I can take you into town to the local hotel, it's better than sitting here all night, come on, I have my buggy out back,” the man told her and grabbed her luggage for her.
“Thank you, I suppose I should have expected that it was a possibility I'd get here and he'd stand me up, but I didn't think he would,” Julie admitted as she climbed into the seat next to him.
The man took her into town and stopped in front of the local hotel, which wasn't much of a hotel. It was a four bedroom house with a plump older lady who offered food and extended stays for twelve dollars a month.