Chapter Tags: nerves, mentions of murder, threats, virgin!reader, first time, dub-con, very very naive reader, blowjob, forced voyeurism, major pain during sex, cum inside, a hint of breeding kink, John being a grade A asshole
Chapter WC: 3310
The King’s Blessing Masterlist
Your POV
You can’t stop pacing the space in front of your bed as you await whatever is about to happen. Why would John want to talk to Dean privately? Why would he send you to your sleeping chambers in order to do so? Your heart is thudding in your chest because somewhere deep inside you, you just know that he’s found out. He knows that you bled last week and became a woman. What if he’s so upset by the deceit that he sends you home? Or worse, what if he sentences you to death? What if he hangs you on the gallows for being a liar and a traitor?
Your hands are shaking as you head towards your wine. You’ve never been much for wine, but you feel you need something to calm your nerves as you await your fate. You know it can only end badly, whatever it is because that would be God’s punishment for a sin with this much weight. It would be your own fault, and anything that might happen to Dean will be your fault too. The only reason he kept your secret was to save you. What if John is hurting Dean right now? Torturing him for betraying his own father like that? You can’t bear the thought. You should go to Dean’s chambers, and tell John it was all your fault, accept whatever punishment the king sees fit for your wrongdoings.
You lift the glass of wine you’ve managed to pour to your lips and ignore the heavy, bitter taste as you gulp down as much as you can stomach, placing the glass back down clumsily and hearing it clatter against the stone top. You’re about to pour yourself some more, but your chamber doors burst open and give you such a fright that you drop the glass to the floor as it shatters into a hundred pieces.
The king is quick to enter your chambers, and you’re just as quick to curtsey and address him, even though your voice is extremely shaky and you just want to cry or throw up at his feet. As you rise back to your full height, you notice that Dean is behind him, hesitantly making his way into your chambers.
“Close the doors, son, no one else needs to see this.”
Your eyes widen as you wonder what this might be, and watch as Dean slowly closes the doors, hardly able to look you in the eye.
“I hear congratulations are in order, little lady,” the king smirks slightly, beginning to remove his outer coat of leather armour. “You finally became a woman,” he clarifies.
You look over at your beloved and watch him look down at his feet, shuffling them on the floor.
“I can’t deny I’m a little disappointed to find out you didn’t want to share your good news with me,” King John continues.
“Your Majesty,” you begin, licking your lips, intent on explaining yourself. Though, you’re not sure what you can say, really. The truth is only going to upset him more, and another lie will only make things worse. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away,” you settle on instead. Because you are sorry, now that you’re probably going to die, and Dean might very well do too.
“There’s no need to be sorry, darlin’,” John soothes, shaking his head. “This is a good thing, right?”
You’re confused for a second. You could’ve sworn that John was angry with you moments ago, and rightfully so. Why is he suddenly being so kind and understanding? You just nod your head in response to his question, and John smiles.
“You finally get to marry Dean after all this time, I bet you’re both very excited about that.”
“We are, your majesty,” you confirm, still feeling a little on edge that this conversation is going so well.
“That’s great, I for one am very happy to have someone like you joining our family,” he continues to smile, and you realise he’s still removing items of clothing or weapons and belts. “But of course,” he adds, as you continue to watch him undressing with a sense of unease building up stronger and stronger inside you. “You can’t get married until you have my blessing.”
That’s when you realise what’s happening. Why the king is continuing to undress, why Dean won’t even look in your direction, just down at his feet as he stands there, shuffling from side to side, and why until now, none of this seemed anything like how you thought it would happen. You swallow thickly, trying to keep the wine inside you as you start to regret even gulping so much down in the first place, and you stare at your king as you realise you’re barely even breathing.
“This doesn’t have to be difficult unless you make it so,” John tells you, undoing another belt and throwing it to the floor. This one loosens his trousers enough that they sag, and he pushes them down his legs.
You daren’t look, because you’re not sure you want to know what he looks like underneath his clothes. You just try to take some deep breaths. Like the king told you, if you don’t make this difficult, it doesn’t have to be. And maybe if you just go along with it and do as you’re told, it’ll be over quicker. All you have to do is give him your innocence, right? You just have to lie with him once, and hopefully, it’ll only take a couple of minutes.
“Turn around,” John orders, and you do as you’re told, not wanting to put up any kind of fight.
You squeeze your eyes shut tightly now that the king can’t see your face, and you feel your dress begin to loosen around your frame as he undoes the ribbon at the back of your corset.
“I want you to remove all your clothes, and once you’re fully naked, I want you to lie on the bed with your legs spread. Can you do that for me, little lady?” the king asks softly, softer than you’ve heard him speak before.
“Yes, your majesty,” you choke out. You swallow hard and then dare to ask the only question currently on your mind. “What happens then?”
“Then I’ll bless you,” he explains, though it isn’t really an explanation at all.
“How?” you continue to pry.
“Were you not taught how a man lies with a woman?” John asks. He doesn’t seem annoyed by the idea of you not understanding, so you don’t hesitate to shake your head.
“Mother only told me that my prince would help me and show me what is expected of me,” you explain nervously, daring to glance over your shoulder in Dean’s direction. His head is still bowed, his eyes still fixed on his feet.
“Well, then allow me to show you,” John replies smoothly. “That way we can ensure that you please my son to the best of your abilities on your upcoming wedding night. Now, continue to undress, I don’t have all day, I’m a busy man.”
You return to undressing, feeling your dress growing looser and looser around your frame, and eventually, you let it fall from your body completely, so you’re left in your undergarments. To your knowledge, no man has ever seen you naked before, and the thought of removing your final few layers of clothing is extremely daunting. But you do it, knowing there’s no way out now, and the sooner you remove the clothing, the sooner this will be over and you can marry Dean and pretend this never even happened.
As you’d previously been instructed, you instantly made your way over to the bed, climbing onto it and lying in the centre, opening your legs and pretending you don’t notice the way John is staring at you. You wonder if he enjoys this part of his duties as king, or if he only does it because he has to, but the small smirk playing on his lips seems to give you the answer, and it’s one you didn’t want. You don’t want the king to take some kind of pleasure from this. While you want to please your king and serve him in any way he wants, this is the only way you wish he didn’t. You had always been told that this was saved for marriage, that this was only to happen between a man and his wife, and you’re not anyone’s wife yet, let alone betrothed to the king. It just doesn’t feel right. But maybe God has talked to the king; you should imagine if God talked to anyone it would be someone as important as the man standing over you. Maybe this is what God wants the king to do. So who are you to deny that?
You take some deep breaths, having no idea what’s about to happen next, but knowing that whatever it is, you probably won’t like it if it’s not with Dean.
“Look at her, son,” John grins, “you are a lucky man, aren’t you?”
Dean remains silent, not looking at you like he’d been instructed to by his father, and you wonder why he’s even here. Did John make him come? Do all men have to be present for the blessing of their future wives?
“C’mon, you don’t want a sneak peek of your future queen?” John taunts. “Suit yourself,” he adds when he’s met with more silence. “Guess I’ll just enjoy her alone.”
You feel John’s hands on your legs, slowly coasting up them to your thighs, forcing you to spread them a little wider as the smirk on his face deepens. His fingers don’t stop until they’re touching you between the legs, in a place no one has ever touched you before, and it feels strange. There’s that pulsing again, like when Dean kissed you, only it doesn’t feel as good as then.
“Definitely a virgin, not that I had any doubts,” he tells you with a wide grin. The king holds out his hand and you slowly take it as he helps you to sit up. You wonder if that’s all; if he’s finished blessing you now and he’s going to leave. Maybe the whole ordeal is over. “Let me show you one of my son’s favourite ways to be serviced.”
He helps you off of the bed and encourages you onto your knees at his feet, and you look up at him through your lashes, confused by the position you’ve found yourself in.
“Now all you have to do is open your mouth, and when I give you my cock, you’re going to suck it, okay?”
“Father, no, please,” Dean’s voice sounds out for the first time since he arrived, and while you can’t see him, you can hear the desperation in his voice. You don’t want to upset Dean, but you’re not sure what other choice you have right now.
“Shut up, son, let me do my job.”
John turns his attention back to you and smirks, lifting his shirt to reveal what the shirt tails had been hiding. He’s fairly long and thick, more so than you imagined one being, though you’d only ever seen drawings of them in history books about Ancient Greece before now. The king’s is fuller too, and it looks hard and almost painful, but he doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort with it.
“Open your mouth,” John orders once again, and so you slowly do as you’re told, watching as he steps forward and places a hand on the back of your head.
The way that his cock stretches your lips hurts as he pushes his way inside, and you realise you have to open your mouth wider than you’d thought to fit him in. It makes you gag when he presses against the back of your throat, and your attempt to retreat fails because his hand keeps your head still. You remember what he’d said about sucking on it once it was in your mouth, so you try your best to do so, hearing him moan softly once you begin.
“That’s it… you’re a natural, Dean’s gonna love you.” You can hear the shuffling of feet next, followed by John’s voice again. “Where are you going? Get back here. Don’t piss me off, son.” The shuffling stops and John’s attention is once more on you. “Atta girl, don’t stop, there we go.”
You make no efforts to do anything more than suck, but John thrusts his hips, moving himself in and out of your mouth and you wonder how long this takes and if this is the blessing. Is this really how Dean is going to impregnate you?
But when John pulls back, you realise he’s not done with you. He pulls you back to your feet by your hand and turns you away from him so you’re facing your bed once more. He manipulates you into position, his hand pressing down on your back so you’re bending over the edge of the bed, your stomach and breasts pressing into the mattress beneath you, and you turn your head and realise you’ve got a good view of Dean from here. Still, the prince doesn’t look in your direction, in fact, it’s like he’s trying to look anywhere but, and while you are ashamed of being in this kind of position with the king, a big part of you is hoping that Dean looks your way because you could really do with something steady and comforting right now, and you know those green eyes of his would be that for you.
“You might wanna hold on, little lady,” John informs you, as you feel him bending over you from behind, standing between your open legs.
You’re not too sure what he means until you feel the indescribable pressure between your legs, shortly followed by an intense burning pain that makes you scream. Instinctively, your hands fist at the linen on the bed, balling it in your fists as your face screws up. The pressure doesn’t stop and neither does the pain, and you think you might pass out. But the king doesn’t pay your wails of pain any mind, his large hand grabbing your waist and keeping you steady as you uncontrollably writhe beneath him. You can’t stop yourself from attempting to scramble away in a desperate bid for relief, but there’s no use because there’s no escape.
This doesn’t feel like a blessing, it feels like torture.
“Sh sh sh, it’s okay, princess,” John coos, stroking your hair with his free hand. “It won’t hurt for long, just relax. Let me in, c’mon.”
You try to soothe yourself and ease your heavy breathing, but as soon as John moves some more, the pain is back and you once again scream out and flinch away.
“Hey hey hey,” John once again tries to soothe you. “It hurts more the more you struggle. Just let me in,” he orders once again.
You don’t know how to let him in and you wish you did if it meant this pain would end, but it’s no use, it feels like you’re being split in two. John stays still, and after a moment or two you’re able to regulate your breathing, and you realise the pain is now a dull throb between your legs instead. It’s better, but nowhere near ideal.
“Not a virgin anymore,” John comments with a chuckle, and then he starts to move again, slowly, thankfully, like he’s finally showing you some mercy.
The slow and soft thrusts don’t last too long, though, as he starts to pick up the pace and brutality far sooner than you’d have liked, but you try your best to not make a fuss as you bury your face into the bed and attempt to muffle your cries of pain. But he doesn’t slow and he doesn’t ease, if anything he gets faster and harder until your whole body feels used and numb and you lie there and wait for it to be over, your brain nearly shutting off and floating away. You find yourself at the lakeside in your mind’s eye, with Dean by your side.
At the thought of Dean, you turn your head, your eyes landing on him to see he’s still staring at the floor, his hands clenched into fists at his side, and every time his father grunts or moans, they only seem to clench tighter, so tight his knuckles are pure white.
“Fuck, you’re better than I thought you’d be,” John gasps. “Said it before and I’ll say it again, son, you’re a lucky man. Best cunt in this entire kingdom.” Dean’s entire body turns away, but unlike before the king doesn’t scold him for it. Maybe John hasn’t noticed. “So good, in fact,” the king continues. “I might just grace you with a reward.” He’s talking to you now, but you don’t respond, even if that is rude of you to do. Thanks to your dry, hoarse throat, you’re not sure you could, even if you knew what to say. You certainly don’t want to thank him.
“If we’re lucky, Dean won’t even have to do any hard work. There’ll be a baby in that belly before the month’s end.”
So this is how you make a baby. You truly hope it’s not this painful every time, and Dean shows you more mercy than his father. And more than anything, you hope that the king isn’t the one to give you a child. It would be a bastard, and the only children you ever want to carry are Dean’s.
John stops, and you let out a breath of relief as you figure out that it must be over, and sure enough, John releases your body and unfolds himself from over you. You daren’t move, though, as you hear him moving around behind you, and then you feel something warm and wet between your legs and pray that you’ve not bled again, especially not over the new king.
“And now, little lady, you have been blessed. May your life with your future husband and the children you may bear be happy and healthy and prosperous.”
He says it like a mantra, and as you look over your shoulder at him, you can see his eyes are between your legs, and there’s still a smirk playing on his lips.
“Dean, why don’t you help your beloved clean up?”
Mostly dressed now, the king turns to leave your chambers, but before he can reach the door, Dean finally moves from his position, standing in his father’s way and raising his head to look the king straight in the eyes. There’s a hard look on his face, and even from where you’re laying you can see Dean’s jaw is clenched tight and his eyes are narrowed. There’s even more conviction on his face than there had been during that sword duel they had.
“Move,” John orders, but Dean doesn’t budge.
“She is mine,” Dean growls at his father.
John scoffs, reaching up to place his hand on Dean’s shoulder, patting it a few times. “You should be thanking me, now your bride is ready for you.”
But Dean doesn’t look grateful, if anything, his father’s comment only seems to have upset the prince even more.
“Listen to me, boy,” John grunts, his tone not so friendly anymore. “You’re lucky that you’re not both hanging from the gallows for going against me and my ruling. Do you understand me?” John threatens, making Dean back down just a little, his face starting to soften. “Now move, I’m a busy man with a wedding to plan. That is if you do want to marry your beloved now I’ve made my mark on her?”
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