40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  Harmony considered climbing on the bed to nap. She sometimes slept naked. She decided against it though.

  She walked up and actually petted the wooden horse’s head. She felt the leather and knobs of the saddle. “That would be a bumpy ride.”

  Harmony tingled between her legs as she thought of mounting up.

  She narrowed her eyes and bent down to look underneath the saddle. “It appears you are female as well, old girl.”

  Harmony stood up and laughed at the wooden carrot in the wooden horse’s mouth despite her situation. She pulled at it and it popped loose. It had green ribbons looped at one end and was rounded instead of pointed at the tip.

  Her mouth dropped open. Harmony realized this was designed to be a hidden treasure. Unlike the ones she had hidden, this was carved and smoothed solely for a woman’s secret pleasure. She never knew such things were crafted on purpose. “Maybe in a kingdom of all women they are.”

  Harmony brushed the looped ribbons over her breasts and she shivered.

  The keys raddled in the door behind her and she startled. Harmony tried to cram the carrot toy back into the horse’s mouth. It fell to the floor with a clatter and she shook her hands in panic.

  Harmony thought about hiding herself behind the horse. The door rattled open and Harmony spun about to face it with her hands folded behind her back. It only occurred to her later that she was showing the new arrival everything.

  A man with a weathered, rugged face stared at her from the doorway across the room. He wore shiny, silver armor and a long cape of crushed velvet. In each curve and fold, the cape alternated from deep purple and crimson darkness. Black sword stitches marked the furred edges. His armor was sculpted to appear like naked muscle made of metal. There were even veins formed in the metal to stand out between the rippling metal muscles.

  Harmony stared at the cod piece and wondered.

  The man ran his fingers through his gray hair and adjusted his silver crown, but did not remove it. His hands and head were the only parts of his flesh showing.

  The same driver that escorted Harmony in held the door for the man she assumed was the king. He stepped in and the driver closed the door back leaving Harmony alone with the man.

  He spoke with a smooth tone that could have been that of a singer. He was at least as old as her father. Still, Harmony wanted to see what was below the armor that teased nakedness and manly muscle. “I welcome you to my kingdom. I am Girthton. You will soon be my wife and consort. I’ll introduce you to the concubines and other consorts. I have daughters, but they do not reside in the palace. They will be here for the wedding feast. Our union will avert a war and protect two kingdoms along their shared border. That is quite a feat for one trip to the church, don’t you think?”

  Harmony licked her lips and looked at the light reflected off the metal muscle. “How am I to address you?”

  He smiled. “My lord or sire will do.”

  “And how will you address me, my lord.”

  His smile wavered. “Any way I like.”

  “And how do you like, sire?”

  His smile returned full. “Harmony is a beautiful name. I would not mind saying it often.”

  “I would not mind hearing it, my lord.”

  “You seem to adjust well to our ways and your new station, Harmony. That makes me happy.”

  “I am adjusting, sire,” she said. “It is a bit drafty.”

  He laughed and approached across the floor where she stood by the horse. His rattling approach made her nervous, but she held her ground and stood tall.

  King Girthton looked down at the carrot on the floor and looked up at her face. “The horse appears to have dropped his carrot.”

  “Yes, my lord, he is a very naughty horse.”

  He smiled. “Naughty? Indeed. How should I discipline her?”

  Harmony noted he said “her.” There was something there about this man in his veiny armor surrounding himself miles deep in woman, but she could not wrap her mind around it all and its meaning. She determined to please him and stand out among the rest. She was overshadowed by brothers and sisters in her old kingdom. Now she was traded to secure a map to this strange ruler in his dark castle. She was used to making herself stand out even at the cost of her hide at times.

  “I was often spanked when I was naughty, sire.” Harmony confessed.

  “Is that so?”

  “It is.”

  ***

  He shook his head. “If it happened often, then you apparently did not learn your lesson well.”

  “Maybe, my lord, I just learned that I enjoyed a spanking from time to time.”

  The king tilted his head. He reached out and took hold of her hips. His fingers were coarse like her gloves, but warm. It made her tingle, but she stood firm as he held her.

  “There is no one else here to spank you now,” he said. “You may just have to behave.”

  “I’m naked, my lord. I can barely behave when fully clothed. Is there no one that can spank me when I need it … or want it?”

  “I deliver all punishments and pleasures in this kingdom.”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  He looked down at the carrot and back up at her as he held her hips. He pulled her against the cold metal of his armor. It was hard against the warm folds of her magic area. Her breasts cooled against his chest and her nipples bent against the metal. She drew in air and pressed against him harder.

  “Did you use the carrot, Harmony? Did you start without me?”

  “No, my lord.”

  He turned her around away from him. In the mirrors she could see lines of moisture on his armor marking where her flesh had touched it. He bent her over the saddle. She let her breasts rest on the leather and she quivered. Harmony held the knob of the saddle and the wood of the horse’s back.

  “You understand how the carrot is used.”

  “I do, my lord.”

  “May I touch you?”

  “Please, my lord.”

  His fingers traced over the curves of her buttocks and even down between. She shivered and moaned.

  “Have you used objects like it before?”

  “Yes, my lord.” She spoke between deep inhales. “I hid things to play with inside myself, but nothing crafted like the carrot.”

  “Have you ever had another man inside you, Harmony? Did you ever start without me?”

  “No, my lord. You are my first, I swear it.”

  “But you thought about it before?”

  “Often, sire.” She breathed.

  He stopped stroking and clutched one cheek of her buttock. She gasped.

  He said, “Did you think about using the carrot?”

  “I stroked my breasts with the soft ribbons, my lord, before you arrived. Then, I tried to put it back before you knew.”

  “I think that calls for a spanking,” he said. “Do you agree?”

  “Yes, my lord, spank me.”

  He drew his hand back and brought it to her right buttock with a clap. It was not nearly as hard as she had spanked herself earlier. But he did it again and again. She could see herself bent over in the mirrors. She could see her one naked bottom as he drew back and reddened it for her. Being able to watch it all made her feel warm through her middle.

  “I was told you touched yourself in the carriage ride over here. Is that true?”

  Harmony’s mouth dropped open. The driver had told on her. That made her feel the glorious swirl of anger, naughtiness, and excitement. “It is true. I did?”

  He spanked her again and she said, “Yes, sire, thank you.”

  “What did you think about while you did it?”

  She swallowed and said, “I thought about my father’s captain and how I always wanted to see below his cod piece, but never got the chance.”

  She watched in the mirror expecting this to bring the harder spanking she was waiting for. Instead he leaned over her back close to her ear. The cool metal soothed her warm buttocks. He whispered. “May
I tie your hands, Harmony.”

  “Anything you wish, my lord. I am yours.”

  He pulled up a leather strap from the saddle. She put her wrists together without being asked. He wrapped them in the leather and tied them off tight. She liked the feel of the leather and wanted to feel it across her bare buttocks.

  He said, “Is that too tight?”

  “It is perfect, sire.”

  Instead of spanking her, he walked around the other side of the wooden horse. He unlatched the cod piece and dropped it to the floor with a clatter. His shaft hung out straight. It was bigger and longer than the carrot. He looked to be at least as hard. Age had not softened him. His balls hung down smooth below.

  “Will you take me into your mouth, Harmony?”

  She licked her lips and leaned over, but could not reach even with his impressive length. “I can’t reach, sire.”

  “If you want to, you will find a way.”

  She smiled and grabbed the horn of the saddle with both hands. She pulled herself up off the floor and leaned over. She slid her mouth down over him and bobbed her head.

  “Less teeth.” He commanded.

  She folded her lips over and obeyed.

  He reached over and spanked her once and then twice.

  In the mirrors she could see her own raised bottom, she saw herself sucking him, and she saw his fingers crawl down to enter her magic area just as she had done to herself moments ago. Seeing it made it more intense. She took her mouth off and licked along the sides of his shaft. She reached down with her bound hands and raised his balls to lick them too.

  She wasn’t sure if this was right, but he moaned, so she kept going.

  He spanked her once as he slid his fingers up and down between her folds over the saddle.

  She licked the head of his shaft and then said, “There is a button …”

  He laughed. “I know the spot.”

  The king twirled over the right spot in ways she had never felt before. She took him back into her mouth and pumped up and down.

  He groaned and said, “I want to be inside you.”

  “Yes, my lord, please.”

  ***

  He walked back around the horse with his shaft out and his armor rattling. He pulled her back toward him a little, but still left her bound and over the saddle with her feet off the floor. He slid inside until his hips met her buttocks.

  Harmony moaned.

  He huffed. “Is this good?”

  “Very good, sire.”

  He thrust into her creaking the horse and rattling his armor with his rhythm. He reached under and stroked her magic button at the same time. Harmony screamed out with a sudden orgasm. She was worried he would stop, but he thrust into her harder. She watched in the mirrors.

  He pulled out of her suddenly and backed away.

  “Get down here.”

  She dismounted, but the leather strap pulled taut. He untied her quickly.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She obeyed.

  “Pick up the carrot.”

  Harmony crawled and retrieved it and then returned to the king on her knees.

  “Moisten it in your mouth the way you sucked on me. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

  She slid the wood between her teeth and sucked it in and out of her mouth. King Girthton stroked himself next to her face as he watched. His face reddened and he blasted out hot, sticky cream onto her mouth and over the length of the wooden shaft. The last bits landed in strings across her knuckles.

  He released his shrinking shaft. “Now. Use it on yourself, please.”

  She took the carrot from her mouth. “Yes, my lord.”

  Harmony brushed the ribbons on her breasts and then pressed the carrot with his juices between her folds below that were already primed from his pounding. As she pumped pleasure into herself with him watching, she licked the stickiness off her knuckles.

  He took a deep breath and shook inside his armor. “Name anything you want.”

  Harmony thought about clothes, freedom to walk the castle, or a bath even. But then she said, “Is the driver that brought me here still outside the door?”

  King Girthton smiled. “She is.”

  “Can I have here come in and do whatever I tell her the way you did with me while you watch?”

  He took a step back. “Driver?”

  The door opened behind him as Harmony continued sliding the sticky carrot in and out.

  “Yes, my lord,” the driver said from the door.

  “You are needed. Close the door behind you.”

  She obeyed.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 37

  “Edward, you are King now. You must marry. It will give the people confidence in you,” Edwards mother insisted.

  “Mother, I will not marry simply to please people. I am the King. It is not necessary,” Edward had endured years of his mother and father trying to convince him to marry. That was before he became King. Now that his father was ill and Edward was the King of England he did not see a reason for them to continue with this incessant talk about marriage.

  “Edward, your father is ill and this is no longer an option. You must marry. If you cannot choose a bride, your father and I will make this choice.” It was an unusual tone that Edward heard in his mother’s voice. She appeared genuinely concerned.

  “Mother, I would marry if there ever was a woman that could keep me interested for longer than a moment. The women are all afraid of me, my station in life, and my title. They will not come near me.”

  It was true. Since Edward had become King the only women interested in him were wealthy young women who were trying to get their family ahead in society. They could not hold a conversation and would agree with everything he said. Although that was appealing at first, Edward grew bored very quickly with that docile attitude.

  “There are plenty of suitable women. Find one by the end of spring or we will have the family from Italy bring their daughter to marry you.” At this statement, Edwards’s mother turned and left the room.

  Edward knew exactly which family his mother was referring to and he was not about to marry that pig of a women ever. She outweighed him and could probably eat twice as much as he did in one meal.

  “Rogers! Rogers! I need to think. Can we go walk the market?” Edward beckoned to his guard.

  “Sir, you know there will be many people. I cannot guarantee your safety alone. Let me bring the other guards.” Rogers was getting concerned for King Edward and the amount of time he wanted to spend acting like a commoner. It was not safe for him.

  “No. Bring me some clothing and I will go in disguise.”

  “As you wish.” Rogers knew there was no use fighting with Edward. He was the King and as such, it was required for Rogers to do what he was told.

  ***

  The market was Edward’s favorite place to go, especially when he dressed as a regular citizen. Edward enjoyed watching the people and seeing what their normal life was like. Most of them appeared so happy, it was difficult for Edward to imagine every feeling that happy.

  As Edward and Rogers made their way through the market, Edward kept his eye out for a woman that might catch his eye. Perhaps he would be able to find a woman that he wanted to marry before his parents forced him. Although, they couldn’t exactly force him; since he was King, but Edward did want to make them happy. Edward wanted them to be proud and see he could lead the country as well as his father did.

  “Excuse you sir.” A young woman said as Edward ran right into her while he was not paying attention.

  “Yes my lady. I apologize.”

  “Yeah. Well stop looking at the sky and look at your feet next time.” The young woman grumbled at Edward. She had dropped some potatoes that she was carrying and Rogers started helping her gather them up.

  “Thank you.” The young woman said to Rogers and smiled. “It’s nice to know there are gentleman still aro
und.” She said as she looked at Edward and walked away.

  Edward had been caught up in how beautiful the girl was. His jaw remained open and he stared intensively at her as she walked away. Her dark brown hair was long and luscious, her deep brown eyes had been as large as a newborn fawn. Edward closed his eyes for a moment and imbedded the picture of her into his brain.