After that, he wasted no more words and swiftly pinned Baobhan Sith against his throne, positioning her from behind.
Her maid attire was disheveled, and her breasts were exposed as his hands firmly grasped them. Her smooth, delicate back was on full display before his eyes. His already erect cock, hard and throbbing with anticipation, grew even more rigid and longer at the sight of her erotic form.
Without any hesitation, he pierced her hymen from behind, and blood dripped down from the violent entry.
Her pussy, already conveniently wet, allowed him to slide in easily. Sith gritted her teeth in pain as King Uther's relentless thrusts plunged deeper into her vagina.
He never slowed down, not even once, nor did he give her time to adjust.
His thrusts were filled with the impatience of a teenager and the pent-up desires of someone who had abstained for far too long, now demanding release the moment he laid eyes on a woman's exposed pussy.
His movements were so forceful that the pain was nearly unbearable. Yet, fortunately for her, that sensation was fleeting, quickly replaced by waves of pleasure as his thrusts repeatedly struck her deepest spots, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
She didn't want this; she didn't like this, yet her body betrayed her as she moaned uncontrollably, like a whore in heat.
Her voice grew louder and harder to suppress as she writhed beneath this lecherous king, who was fucking her in the most degrading position imaginable.
He lifted her leg upward, then positioned her thigh on his shoulder, exposing her pussy completely for his eager gaze.
Sith, overwhelmed by embarrassment, buried her face into the throne, not wanting this pervert to witness her lewd expression.
But would Uther relinquish such an opportunity?
No, he would never.
He firmly grasped her head, turning it toward him, and kissed her fervently.
His thrusts continued, becoming even more relentless and faster, driving her to the brink of madness.
King Uther's persistent rhythm pushed her to an unconscious climax, her squirting fluids mixing with the hardness of his cock.
Breathing heavily, she gazed at King Uther with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Can you let go of me now, you pervert?"
"No," he responded with a wicked grin, "you shall call me king. Disobedient maids must be punished."
With that, he shoved his cock into her mouth, forcing her head down and using her throat as his release, climaxing deep within her.
Afterward, he lifted the maid's skirt, admiring her fully exposed buttocks.
With a sly grin, he slapped her ass before adjusting his pants and settling himself to the right side of the throne, allowing Sith to sit on the throne instead.
"It seems we have come to an agreement, Baobhan Sith," he praised, his voice laced with satisfaction.
"Don't expect me to tell you who sent me, you pervert," she snorted disdainfully, her eyes burning with defiance.
Afterward, she quickly adjusted her disheveled dress, meticulously ensuring that her exposed breast and buttock were fully covered from this lecherous king's burning gaze.
The mere thought of his beastly desire he have against her sent a shiver of fear down her spine.
His erect cock, throbbing with intent, seemed eager to devour her once more.
She was certain he would, as his gaze made no effort to hide the lust he harbored for her.
When he noticed that her body was now fully covered, a flicker of irritation crossed his face, and he voiced his displeasure.
"You shouldn't have done that in the first place," he muttered, clearly upset.
She merely huffed in response, too lazy and uninterested to dignify his words with an answer.
"It seems you're not eager to work for me again, Baobhan Sith," Uther cast her a disappointed look, his tone laden with a subtle threat.
"You can leave tomorrow if that's what you want."
"No, please don't. You can look at them as much as you want," Sith suddenly pleaded, her previous defiance crumbling in an instant.
Without a moment's hesitation, she tore down her maid dress, letting the fabric fall to the floor and exposing her naked form once again in front of the lecherous king.
Her face burned with shame under the intensity of his gaze, but she endured the humiliation for the sake of the queen.
With determined eyes, she met his stare directly, resisting the overwhelming urge to cover her naked body with her trembling hands.
When she saw the lecherous king nodding in satisfaction, a wave of immense relief washed over her.
"Since you have no objections to submitting to me, from this day onward, you will stay by my side to please me and fight for me," King Uther declared, his voice carrying an air of finality. "And in return, I will provide you with certain information that I know will please Morgan. Don't look at me like that—I've known from the very beginning that she was the one who sent you. If it had been anyone else, I would have killed you long ago."
His voice softened, yet there was still an undercurrent of power as he continued, "Now, come here, Sith. I want to look at your face more closely."
She obeyed without hesitation, her spirit seemingly broken, as she settled into his lap.
Her gaze was filled with a mixture of depression and defeat, her secrets laid bare before King Uther. From this moment on, she was at his mercy.
However, this time, he didn't lewdly grope her as she feared.
Instead, he gently stroked her hair and whispered softly into her ear.
"I can be a gentle lover and treat you well, but there must be no more secrets between us. You know very well that what I despise most are rats and traitors. I know Morgan would never betray me, but you, sharing my information with her without my knowledge, is akin to betrayal. Tell me, Sith, if you were in my position, what would you do when faced with betrayal?"
"I would kill them," Sith replied coldly, her voice steady, though her heart raced with dread.
"Yes, I'm glad you understand," Uther said with a sinister smile.
He began to stroke her ears, and despite herself, she shuddered in pleasure.
It was her most sensitive spot, and the sensation of his touch ignited a fire deep within her, setting her body ablaze with an uncontrollable heat.
"Not there, King Uther, ah..." she moaned in a mixture of shame and unwilling arousal as she felt herself getting wet from his touch.
Yet, to her surprise, Uther didn't mock her.
Instead, he continued to play with her ears tenderly.
Her eyes grew hazy, and her expression became drunk with the pleasure he was coaxing from her unwilling body.
When the moment was ripe, King Uther kissed her softly, a stark contrast to the brutish force he had previously displayed.
This time, his kiss was gentle and accommodating, allowing her to adapt, and she hesitantly kissed him back, though her movements were awkward and unsure.
Her kiss was clumsy and inexperienced, but that didn't matter to Uther.
He didn't force himself into her mouth as he had before, instead allowing nature to take its course as they kissed each other passionately.