Explicit Intimacy: Oral and Penetration

"Valerie, wake up. Your presence is requested at the king's chamber."

The sharp voice pierced through the quiet darkness of the staff quarters. Marnie, a fellow palace maid, stood over the small cot and shook Valerie's shoulder without mercy.

Valerie groaned, burying her face deeper into her thin pillow. "What? Why? It is way past midnight."

"I have no idea, but I envy you," Marnie said. She walked away, collapsed onto her own bed across the cramped room, and kicked off her work shoes. She peeled off her uniform jacket, sighing in relief.

Valerie sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and glaring at her roommate. "Why would you be envious? I am being summoned to see the king in the middle of the night. It is my day off. I am supposed to resume my normal shift at eight in the morning. What is there to envy about this?"

Marnie just waved a dismissive hand from her mattress. "Whatever. Just go see him. You cannot keep the king waiting. Run along."

Valerie dragged herself out of the warm sheets, shaking her head in sheer frustration. She shoved her bare feet into her stiff work shoes. She would give anything to just lay her head back down and ignore the summons. But she could not. Out of over a hundred palace workers, and at least thirty staff members dedicated specifically to the king's personal care, he always demanded her presence.

Why? Because she was a foreigner. He knew she had no family here, no local connections, and nowhere else to go. He knew she could not just quit her job and walk away. He was purposely targeting her for extra labor, piling on the overtime just to make her life a living hell.

"He is out to get me," she muttered under her breath, pulling her uniform top over her shoulders.

She left the staff quarters, bracing herself against the freezing night air. The walk to the main palace took ten long minutes. The royal estate was a sprawling, intimidating mansion boasting over fifty rooms, expansive gardens, multiple event centers, a massive throne room, and even a museum. Even after two years of working on the grounds, Valerie still got lost in the twisting corridors. She stuck strictly to the paths she knew, keeping her head down and her pace fast.

When she finally reached the heavy oak doors of the king's private suite, the towering bodyguard stationed outside gave her a flat, unamused look. "The king is in his inner chamber. He is heavily drunk."

Valerie understood the assignment immediately. She rushed to the nearby supply closet, grabbed a deep basin, filled it with fresh warm water, and snatched a stack of clean towels. The king had hosted several important dignitaries earlier in the evening. Of course he had drank himself into a messy stupor.

"Attending to a drunk king after midnight. My life is an absolute joke," she whispered to herself.

She pushed open the heavy bedroom door and immediately pinched her nose. The sharp, sour stench of vomit mixed with rich liquor assaulted her senses. King Dom lay half off the edge of his massive mattress. His arms dangled toward the floor, and he was murmuring incoherent words into the expensive rug.

"Your Majesty, I am here to help you clean up," she announced, walking briskly toward him and setting the basin on the nightstand.

King Dom lifted his heavy head, gave her a crooked, sloppy smile, and then dropped his face right back down against the mattress.

Valerie sighed. She got to work. She pulled off his leather shoes and peeled away his sticky socks. She tugged at his heavy royal robe, struggling to free his thick arms from the sleeves. His massive, muscular frame was sheer dead weight. Getting him off the edge of the bed and dragging him toward the bathroom was a brutal, exhausting task. Her muscles burned, and her breath hitched as she hauled him across the marble floor.

It took thirty agonizing minutes of intense physical struggle. She had to prop his heavy body against the cold bathroom tiles, wipe the vile vomit from his chin and chest with the damp towel, and try to keep him upright while he washed his face. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She cursed her terrible luck with every wipe of the cloth. Out of all the people he could call, he had to make her clean up his disgusting mess.

Once she got him situated in the bathroom to finish cleaning himself, Valerie rushed back into the bedroom. She stripped the soiled sheets off the mattress, tossed them into a hamper, and quickly remade the large bed with fresh, crisp linens.

King Dom stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later. The cold water had washed away the mess, and he looked slightly more sober, though the heavy glaze of alcohol still clouded his dark eyes. Valerie hurried over, wrapping her arm around his waist to guide him to the freshly made bed. She helped him sit down against the plush pillows.

"I will take my leave now, Your Majesty," she said, taking a step back toward the door.

Before she could turn away, his large hand shot out. He clamped his fingers around her wrist and yanked hard.

Valerie gasped as she lost her balance, tumbling forward onto the mattress right beside him. Before she could voice a protest or scramble away, King Dom leaned over and covered her mouth with his.

It was not a slow or gentle kiss. It was aggressive, wet, and demanding. Valerie shoved her hands against his hard chest, trying to push his heavy body off, but his grip on her was ironclad. The scent of mint and lingering liquor filled her nose. She knew she needed to stop this. He was intoxicated. He was not in his right mind.

But it had been so long since anyone had touched her. The years of celibacy and crippling loneliness flared up the moment his tongue swept past her lips. The fight drained out of her muscles. The annoyance and exhaustion from just minutes ago evaporated, replaced by a sudden, intense spike of blind lust. She melted against the mattress, surrendering to his dominant hold.

Feeling her body yield, he deepened the kiss. His large hands moved fast, grabbing the hem of her uniform top and yanking it over her head. He snapped the front clasp of her bra, tossing the restrictive fabric onto the floor.

Valerie whimpered as his mouth left her lips. She wanted that kiss back, but a second later, his hot mouth clamped down on her bare breast. He took her stiff nipple between his lips, sucking hard, and grazing his teeth against the sensitive peak.

A loud moan ripped from Valerie's throat. She slapped her own hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, her back arching off the mattress as sharp pleasure shot straight to her core. His skilled tongue flicked and twisted around her nipple, pulling and sucking with a hungry, wet rhythm.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered against her wet skin, giving the swollen nub a light bite.

"Yes," she moaned into her palm.

His hand slid down her stomach and wedged between her thighs. She spread her legs for him instinctively. He slipped his fingers beneath the cotton of her panties, finding her bare pussy lips. She jolted as his thumb rubbed right over her clitoris. Then, he pushed one thick finger deep inside her wet vagina.

All her remaining sense of reason vanished the second he added a second finger, stretching her open and thrusting in and out.

"You are so wet. I want to taste you. You want that, don't you?" he muttered, his voice thick with lust.

Valerie shook her head in frantic agreement. She bit down on her hand to keep her screams locked away. The friction of his fingers pumping inside her pussy was driving her insane.

He withdrew his hand and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs and throwing them aside. He leaned down between her spread thighs. He blew a soft breath of air against her swollen pussy lips, making her shiver, before pressing his mouth right against her wet folds.

Valerie cried out, lifting her hips off the bed. "Please," she begged, her frustration and horniness peaking as he teased the sensitive flesh with just the tip of his nose and lips.

"Because you asked nicely," he said, flashing a wicked, mischievous smile.

He used his thumbs to part her pussy lips wide, exposing her clitoris, and dove in. He ate her out with ravenous, wet strokes. His tongue lashed against her clitoris, lapping up her dripping juices. Valerie threw her head back and screamed with reckless abandonment. She no longer cared if the guards outside the door heard her. The pleasure was too raw, too consuming.

When he finally pulled his mouth away, she whined at the loss. She opened her eyes, ready to demand he go back, but saw him standing beside the bed. He stripped off his robe, revealing his naked, muscular body and his hard, throbbing penis.

He crawled right back over her, pressing his body weight into her soft curves. He kissed her deeply, and she tasted her own slick juices on his tongue. It was a heavenly, dirty sensation that she had missed for years. The consequences of sleeping with the king did not matter anymore.

"I want to be inside you," he groaned against her swollen lips.

"Please," she moaned back, her hips twitching with need.

He pushed her thighs wider apart and positioned himself right between her legs. He reached down, rubbed his fingers over her soaked pussy one last time, and coated his own skin with her slickness. Valerie watched him, her chest heaving, silently praying for him to just thrust into her already.

"Open for me," he commanded, his voice dark and rough.

She obeyed without a single thought of resistance, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. He claimed her mouth in another punishing kiss and guided the blunt head of his penis to her wet entrance. With one powerful shove, he buried himself deep inside her vagina.

Valerie gasped into his mouth. He filled her to the hilt, stretching her tight walls. He did not wait. He began thrusting in and out, setting a relentless, pounding pace. The wet friction drove her straight into a world of pure, animalistic pleasure. She clawed at his back, doing her best to tilt her hips and match his brutal rhythm.

He grabbed the backs of her knees, lifting her legs higher, and drove his cock even deeper into her tight pussy, hitting sensitive spots deep inside that had never been touched before. She threw her head back, her mind blanking out from the sheer intensity. She opened for him, giving herself fully to him.