Water Games (King Tamir smut)

I woke up naked on a cushioned bed.

Without a blanket on.

I wasn’t sure which was more alarming because I never slept naked, I never slept without covers, and I definitely didn’t sleep in strange cushion beds.

The cushions were cool except where I had been laying and I closed my eyes and struggled to remember what had happened.

"The bath’s ready for you, Your Highness," a soft voice spoke from nearby.

This had to be a dream, I thought to myself. There was no reason for someone to be saying that to someone like me.

I was dreaming and this was a terrible nightmare but soon I’d wake up in my own bed safe and dressed.

"Your Highness, His Majesty ordered me to take you to bathe," the voice said a little more urgently.

I opened my eyes and saw the maid trying her best not to stare at me.

I glanced down and saw a familiar head covering and suddenly I blushed bright red as the memories came flooding back.

She wasn’t calling me Your Highness because this was a dream.

She was calling me Your Highness because I’d slept with the king and become part of his harem.

I’d let myself become one of the king’s 100 wives.

I choked and coughed and the maid rushed over to pat my back frantically.

"Are you ill, Your Highness? Shall I call a doctor?" she asked in a panic.

I grabbed a cushion and covered myself.

It was bad enough the king had seen and touched me naked, worse that a maid had seen and touched me naked, but for a doctor to do it now, too…

I shook my head. “I’m fine,” I told her my voice still a bit hoarse and I winced trying not to think of why.

The maid pulled back and offered me a thin robe. “Then please wear this, Your Highness, and follow me to bathe. His Majesty doesn’t like his orders to be ignored, especially when it involves women,” she said blushing slightly.

I wondered if she had slept with him too at some point and was annoyed at how annoyed that thought made me.

"I don’t want to bathe," I said but I took the robe and put it on anyway because I felt cold and awkward naked.

"Your Highness, it’s His Majesty’s orders. Unless you’re really not ill?" the maid asked in concerned and then gasped. "Forgive me, Your Highness! It didn’t occur to me that in your condition you might have difficulty bathing! I’ll summon a doctor and the king right away—"

"No!" I interrupted as she turned to flee. "I’m fine, see?"

I stood up and stumbled slightly from stiff muscles but I quickly reached her and pulled her to a stop.

The last person I wanted to see right now was the king.

I couldn’t bear to face him or what we’d done.

"I’ll bathe," I said with a forced smile. "Where’s the bathroom?"

"The bath is this way, Your Highness," she said more calmly and I followed her out of the room and down a long hall before she stopped just before a large arch that served as a doorway. "Enjoy your bath."

She turned and left and I sighed in relief.

At least she wasn’t going to watch me bathe.

I stepped forward and peered into the archway and choked.

The entire room was made of marble and mosaic tiles and it wasn’t a bathroom at all. It was a bath the size of a room. A huge tub dominated most of the floor and around it were piles of cushions for relaxing.

But what shocked me most was the fact that the king was sitting calmly in the bathing pool (there was just no way I could call it a tub) naked as four female attendants bathed him.

"You slept in late," the king said cheerfully as his eyes locked on mine. "Seems I wore you out, my lady."

I winced at the blatant reminder of what we’d done. “What are you doing here?” I squeaked and then wanted to kick myself for my stupidity.

It was obvious what he was doing there in the bath and the four attendants washing him only made it more obvious.

"I’m taking a bath," he said and then his voice dropped to a near-purr, "with my new wife."

"And half the maids," I couldn’t resist pointing out irritably.

The king began laughing. “Jealous?” he asked. “If you say please, I’ll let you bathe me, too.”

"No!" I said forcefully stepping backwards. "Absolutely not!"

"I bet I could change your mind," he said as his voice dropped even lower.

I was annoyed at how red I turned at that reminder too. “No! I still remember how I lost the last bet I made with you!” I snapped and then wished I could take back the words.

He chuckled and moved to the mosaic tiled edge and reclined against it and I tried not to notice how small feminine hands slipped over his very toned body.

"I’m glad," the king said but his smile was playful and teasing. "I would hate to think you would forget so easily."

"I-I’m not bathing with you!" I shouted. "I don’t care what we did! Especially not when you have women touching you all over like that!"

I finally pulled my eyes away from the king and the hands that rubbed soap and oil all over him and his own now blatant erection but I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.

Worse, I both hated the image and somehow was drawn to it and I didn’t know why.

"Don’t be jealous," the king said soothingly. "They’re willing to bathe you, too."

"That’s not the issue!" I snapped as he suddenly clapped his hands.

All four women pulled away and locked eyes with me and I suddenly realized what the king meant.

"Oh no! No, no, no! No way am I letting them touch me too!" I squealed loudly, shrinking back. "No way, Jose! No!"

I turned on my heels as I heard the splashing of water but I didn’t waste time looking back.

I ran out in the hall but couldn’t remember what way I came from and hesitated for a moment before blindly picking a direction as I heard feet pitter against the tile.

The hesitation cost me and just moments after I left the bathing pool, two of the women had reached out and yanked me to a halt.

The other two reached me moments later and between the four of them they dragged me back to the bathing room.

"Don’t worry," the king purred as his eyes locked on me again. "They’ll take care of you."

"I don’t want to be taken care of!" I shrieked.

My robe was suddenly untied by one of the women—I didn’t know which, all of them looked similar with black hair and dark eyes and tanned skin—and my body was completely exposed not only to the king but to the four women.

As my robe fell to the ground they pushed me towards the pull and nudged me in as I toppled into the water.

It seemed I was getting a bath whether I wanted one or not.

They followed me into the water and two of them immediately restrained my arms.

My pleading looks at the king had little effect as he watched and I realized that he was enjoying this, as if we were fulfilling some fantasy of his.

I felt oiled hands glide over my flesh and I closed my eyes trying my best to get it over with so I would be left alone.

It was just a bath. I could cope.

Somehow.

But a few moments later I felt a blatant caress on my breast.

My hands flew open expecting to see the king bathing and groping me but he hadn’t moved an inch.

I choked at the realization that the women were fondling me.

"N-no!" I hollered as a hand teased my breast and I struggled to break the grip. "S-stop! This isn’t bathing, Tamir!"

In my panic, I dropped the king’s title and his face lit up with glee.

"What an interesting reaction," he mused. "I can’t wait to see how else you react."

"What?! Something’s wrong with you!" I was about to scream more but a caress on my nipple cut me off and I swallowed my words in shock.

The caresses immediately went from light touches on my breast to full on touches as my nipples were gently rolled as they hardened under the sensations and my stomach and hips were caressed.

I gasped as one hand suddenly slipped between my legs and began stroking my clit and though I wanted to lean out of the touch, my body leaned into it anyway.

The king watched with burning eyes as I moaned at the sensations, unwillingly feeling the heat starting to pulse through me.

Despite my moaning protests the hands didn’t stop and my nipples and clit were teased and rolled over and over again.

I felt fingers prodding suddenly at my opening as one of the girls dropped further into the water next to me.

"No!" I protested twisting to get away. "Not there! Stop!"

"We’re just ensuring you’re clean everywhere inside and out, Your Highness," one of the girls behind me murmured.

"I’m clean!" I screamed pleadingly. "Very clean! Stop!"

"Shh, it’s just a bath, little one," the king said soothingly but he didn’t move or have them stop.

"T-this isn’t a bath and you know it!" I wailed ashamed at how much my body enjoyed it.

Two fingers suddenly pushed into me and I whimpered as my hips bucked hating how hot my body felt and how wet I was getting.

Another set of fingers moved to cup my ass as one finger rubbed my back entrance and I bucked again.

"Please, no, no, not there, please," I begged.

"We have to ensure you’re clean, Your Highness," the girl said.

"Please stop!" I wanted to protest more but I was getting closer and closer and panting too much to scream against it.

The finger teased my entrance and slowly pushed halfway inside as fingers rubbed my clit and began pumping inside of my other entrance and I couldn’t stop my wail.

"Please!" I begged and didn’t know if it was for them to stop or keep going.

My hips rolled against the fingers pumping inside me as my clit and nipples were rolled and rubbed.

I was so close now.

"Please," I begged again.

"Do you want them to stop?" the king asked huskily.

"P-please," I whimpered as the finger on my clit pulled away leaving me achingly on the verge.

"Do you want them to stop?" the king repeated as I rolled my hips desperately.

"N-no!" I gasped as my clit was lightly stroked sending me higher without allowing me to come.

"Good girl," the king purred and nodded.

Suddenly my clit was tugged at the same time a third finger slipped inside me and I screamed, bucking my hips and then freezing as I came.

The king just watched as I sagged in the women’s arms.

"Leave us," he finally said.

The women slowly dropped my limp body against the rim of the pool and I dropped into the hot water with a whimper.

They then left the water and one of them slowly picked up my discarded robe before they bowed and left.

No one said anything for a few moments.

"Why?" I finally asked when I’d somewhat recovered my breath, trying to figure out why he’d subject me to that kind of humiliation.

He moved closer and gave me a small smile. “You were jealous,” he responded, “but you wouldn’t admit it. I like it when you’re open with what you want. If you’re not open, I’ll have to tempt and tease you until you are.”

My eyes widened. “I-I wasn’t—” I protested but he suddenly moved closer and tugged me into a slow kiss, pressing and rolling his lips slowly against mine.

"Shh," he murmured and caressed my breast slowly as I cried out into his kiss, my body still hot and tender from before.

He then pulled me into his lap and pressed himself against me, capturing my protests with a nipping, licking kiss as he pushed himself inside me.

His hands moved to cup my hips and he moved my body up and down on his erection as he thrusted.

I buried my head in his neck, gasping and panting at the sensations and heat.

I could feel him rubbing against my tender flesh with each thrust and my body immediately reacted and heated further.

"God, he’s good." I whimpered at the sensations knowing it wouldn’t be long before I came again.

"Thank you, my dear," he responded with a teasing nip on my ear. "I try."

I blushed when I realized I’d mentioned the words out loud.

He moved me quicker now as he began pounding into me, gritting his teeth as I clenched and writhed around him.

I was so close, so hot, and I dug my nails and hands into his back whimpering in need.

"I have you," he murmured into my ear. "Relax and come for me, little one. Give me everything you have."

One of his hands left my hip as he tugged me hard down onto hip and suddenly rolled my clit and tugged it.

I screamed and bit down on his shoulder feeling the pleasure pulse through me.

He groaned as I milked him and moments later he was moaning my name as he began spurting into me.

I lay against his chest limply as we both struggled to catch our breaths.

"Your Majesty, it’s almost time for your meeting with the ambassador," a familiar voice called out from the entry way.

I glanced up and blushed bright red at Ivan’s expressionless face, knowing he knew what we’d just done if he hadn’t heard us moments before.

I squirmed trying to get up but the king wouldn’t release me.

"I’ll be there in a moment, Ivan," the king replied smoothly.

Ivan bowed and left as the king lifted my chin and gently kissed my lips.

"I have to go," he replied reluctantly, "but I’ll visit your room later. Relax for now, my dear, and enjoy the hot water. I don’t want you getting stiff."

He gently placed me next to him on the built-in seating of the pool and he rose, leaving the pool and pulling a robe off a rack and wrapping it around him.

"Enjoy your bath, little one," he said giving me an affectionate smile before leaving.

I slouched into the water, torn between berating myself for allowing all of that to happen again—and looking forward to tonight when he did it again.

26.04.13
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