1 comments/ 10224 views/ 7 favorites A Royal Spy By: Storm62 I really didn't know what category to post this in, I hope it's the right one. There isn't a lot o sex in this story, just the one scene. And I know the epilogue seems like the set up for another tale. Well, who knows? ****** I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes. Princess Emma was taking too much time. Although she was supposed to be inside the embassy room I was outside, the ladies lavatory, I knew she wasn't. And if she didn't reappear soon, other people, Security people, might begin to suspect something was up. Scratching my nose, I spoke into my wrist-mike. " Princess, you need to be back here now." "I am back. I just can't get this damn dress zipped up. Didn't I say it was the wrong choice?" I smiled to myself for a moment, not listening to the tirade about men not realising how hard it is to do up a ballgown in a confined space. "Slip out now and I'll do it up for you. It's safe; no ones about." I said quietly. The door opened and a red-faced Princess Emma eased out. I grasped the zip and pulled it up, covering the all-over cat suit she wore beneath. Emma pulled the long gloves back on and the suit was gone from sight. "Did you get it done?" I whispered as I took her arm and escorted her back towards the party. "No problem." She grinned, and passed a micro drive to me. "And our little bug is ready for activation any time soon." "Keep it down will you? This is supposed to be a covert operation." I hushed her. The problem was, Emma was always as effervescent as this after a mission, not that there had been many so far. As I led her back to the reception I thought back to the events that had led us here. *** I had become one of the royal protection squad after failing my physical re-evaluation as a secret agent. I had been badly injured on a mission, shot in the stomach and in the leg by my long-time nemesis, a man code-named 'Stardust'. The stomach wound had taken a long time to heal and the leg still wasn't as strong as it needed to be. I had been assigned to Princess Emma's detail as her personal bodyguard instead. I had tried to stay dispassionate but the princess's joy-de-vivre was infectious and I found myself talking to her more and more about my previous life. After bad weather forced us into a particularly long stopover somewhere, Emma became fascinated with the idea of being an agent. I told her it could never happen; there was no way she could go undercover for a start, there being literally thousands of pictures of her readily available. She just said that would make a perfect cover, as no one would believe she was a spy. I could see the sense in that, but talked it down. She looked so disappointed (a ploy I later discovered) that I offered to take her to our shooting range sometime. That was my first mistake. She badgered me until I gave in and arranged the visit. On the shooting range Emma proved to be an excellent shot with both handgun and rifle, but a bit erratic with any sort of automatic weapon. After that, whenever I visited the range for my monthly assessment, Emma came too, 'to keep her eye in.' I had the feeling that she had some long term plan, but didn't know what. Her next interest was unarmed combat. Once or twice a week the protection team met for a little training. Emma managed to get herself invited, and this time it wasn't my doing. She proved to have some natural talent in the art of self-defence. After that she began to look at our communications and other electrical devices. I had known she had an electronics degree, but didn't realise she had a natural aptitude for today's micro-electric devices. It had taken her six months, but Princess Emma had managed to get herself the basics of spy training. Her next step was to forward a proposal to the intelligence gathering section of MI6, again without my knowledge, outlining the advantages she had as a princess in gaining entry to certain sensitive areas and asking if there some way she could aid them. MI6 called me back and asked if she was serious. I looked through the document Emma had sent them and couldn't fault her reasoning, so I reluctantly had to concede she was serious and she did have a point, she could gain access to some places quite easily. The only thing I insisted on if the plan went ahead was that I, as a former agent and her current bodyguard, was to be her handler. *** That had been nearly a year ago. Emma and I had both received some more specific training for our new roles and then completed five or six easy missions to ease us in. Tonight had been our first operation on foreign soil but it had seemed to go well. Now all we had to do was get back to our embassy with the micro drive. As we returned to the reception I gave Princess Emma a little nudge. "Your Highness, you seem a little flushed." This was true, she was still a little red around the cheeks. "May I suggest we reluctantly leave?" I was playing, almost over-playing, the conscientious bodyguard. "I must say I do feel a little woozy. Perhaps I am a little jet-lagged?" Emma stumbled against me to emphasise the point. "Very well, call my car." The ambassador solicitously showed us out of the embassy to our car and we drove sedately away, leaving them none the wiser about our secret intrusion. *** Emma sighed with relief as the car began its journey and relaxed a little, something I couldn't do until we were safely back in the confines of the embassy. She chattered away, unconcerned by now about my lack of response, knowing I was still on the lookout for trouble, my original appointment. We were about halfway back when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. "Renton," I spoke to the driver, "be ready." "What's the matter?" Emma asked, sensing the change in my demeanour. "Nothing concrete; just a feeling. Make sure your seat belt is done up princess." As we passed an alleyway a blacked-out SUV shot out of it and rammed into our side just behind the front wheel, spinning us around and bouncing us off the wall of a building, leaving the car facing the SUV. Four men jumped out as another SUV pulled around it, another two men jumping from it. They were all armed. Renton and I pulled out our weapons in response. "OUT! Princess, get out!" I shouted, just in time. The six assailants opened fire, spraying the car with bullets. She scrambled out on the side away from them and then I dove onto top of her as the bullets zinged over our heads. Renton unluckily had been on the wrong side of the car and succumbed to the hail of fire. "Move!" I said, rolling off Emma and firing blindly under the car at the legs of our attackers while at the same time pushing her towards the building. "Inside!" I shouted as she looked back at me, unsure what to do. "What about you?" "I'll follow." I said, popping up and bringing down one of the gunmen with a couple of shots. Emma had got into the building, an old office of some kind, and was waiting as I dove through the door after her. "I wish I had a gun too." She shouted as several rounds pinged off the outside of the wall. "It might have been an idea in retrospect." I grinned before firing again. The surviving gunmen, now more cautious, were all crouching around our wrecked vehicle. Suddenly it exploded, wiping them out. Emma and I picked ourselves up and dusted ourselves down. "Fuel tank?" Emma asked. "I don't think so. I think Renton activated the self-destruct." I said sadly. "But I saw him go down." "So did I, but I still think it was him. Come on, let's go and have a look." "I don't know as I want to see." Emma was looking a little sickly now. "We need some answers princess." I said as kindly as I could. "About what?" "Were they after two spies or were they after one Princess?" "Oh, I see. All right come on then." We poked around the bodies of the gunmen, looking for clues. "Emma, does this guy look familiar?" I asked, pointing at one of the corpses. She came over and had a quick look, turning away quickly; he was not a pretty sight. "Wasn't he at the reception?" She replied, gulping down air. "One of the staff I think." I agreed. "That one over there has a remarkable similarity to our ambassador's equerry." She pointed. I trotted over and saw she was right. "So what do we think princess?" I said. "There seems to be some evidence of collusion," She replied, "but not who they were after." "I agree. That means it may not be safe for us to return to the embassy." I was uneasy; this had the hallmark of Stardust on it, but why? "So what will we do?" "Well, first, I'd like you to find any guns and ammo you can. I have to make a report. And I have to remember the correct code words." Emma set about her task as I scribbled a few notes on a piece of paper and then spoke to our man at the embassy by tweaking my comms system. I sent him the code words for 'man down', 'mission compromised' and 'going off grid'. The last thing I sent was 'implement plan active sigma gamma', a plan only a very few of us knew. I took off my comms and ground it under my heel. Emma came back and I did the same thing with hers too. She made no comment. The princess had found an assault rifle and a machine pistol undamaged in the explosion, with a reasonable amount of ammunition for both. I took the machine gun from her. "Hey! I wanted that." She exclaimed. "I'm sure you do, but I've seen you fire one, remember?" I grinned as her face fell. "That second SUV still running?" I added. "I doubt it. Part of our cars engine is embedded in it." "Then we walk." I shrugged and began to stride off away from the scene of carnage, Emma trotting to catch up. "Slow down a bit will you? It's hard to walk quickly in this dress and these shoes." Her first complaint since we started. "It is?" It hadn't occurred to me. "We'll have to do something about that then." "This spy suit thing is becoming a bit warm too." "Okay, okay." We were passing some houses now, one or two of which appeared to have no one home. "Come on then, over this wall." I crouched and held my hands together. Emma put her foot in them and I boosted her over the wall, scrambling up and over into the garden after her. "Stealing doesn't seem right for a princess." She said uncomfortably as I picked the lock of the rear door. "Needs must your highness." I grinned as I swung the door open. "Go and find some clothing that's more suitable while I gather up some supplies." "What sort of supplies?" She asked, puzzled. "Food and water, we're going to be on our own for at least two days. Now hurry up." She scampered off to look for something to wear. I looked around the kitchen. It was reasonably well appointed; the owners must have decent jobs. One of the first things I found was a set of car keys. I wondered if the car was in the garage and so picked them up. I found some bottled water and some energy bars, both perfect for my purpose, and then searched for some sort of holdall to carry it all in. I was about to give up when I spotted an old rucksack shoved to the back of one of the cupboards. I fished it out and began to put my ill-gotten bounty into it, wondering if the princess was going to be much longer. I saw a stack of envelopes and took the micro-drive out of my pocket and looked at it. I found a pen and wrote out the address of a drop box I'd used before on one of the envelopes, shoved the drive into it and sealed it. I franked it and stuffed it into my pocket. Hopefully we'd pass a post box. It was a desperate plan, but it might just work. *** Emma reappeared wearing jeans and t-shirt with a pair of sneakers, carrying a bag with her dress and what she insisted on calling her 'spy suit' in it. In her other hand she was carrying an automatic pistol. She looked different but I couldn't put my finger on why. "What's that for?" I asked, pointing at the gun. "Well, you've got two guns, and I found this and thought it might be useful." "I suppose we can always use an extra weapon." I sighed. "Will you be comfortable in those?" I indicated the clothes she had on. "Comfortable enough. Couldn't find any underwear that would fit though." She grinned at the look of discomfort that crossed my face. I realised now what was different about her. Before she had looked like a princess, despite the spy suit under her ballgown, but now she looked like anyone else. And she still looked damned attractive too. I put that thought aside. "You might need some sort of jacket, it'll get cold at night." "Thought of that." She said and grabbed the denim jacket that had been hanging on the coat hooks by the back door. She slipped it on and then tucked the pistol into the waistband of her jeans before picking up the bag with her gear in it. "We'll need to lose that somewhere." I said. "We'll pass some sort of trash bin sometime soon." Emma smirked. For an amateur she often had some good ideas. "Come on, let's get walking." "Let's see what's in the garage first." I said, dangling the keys and then walking to the door into the garage. *** The car was almost perfect, nicely non-descript but capable of running away if necessary. We piled in and drove carefully out of the garage and were soon on our way, pausing only to drop the bag with the princess's clothes into a large refuse bin someway down the road. "Are you going to let me in on your plan?" The princess asked after a while. "We head toward the airport." I said. "And catch a plane?" "And find another car. Then we head for the coast." "Why the coast?" "Because in thirty six hours your tracking device will activate and the naval helicopter on board the frigate off-shore will be able to find you." "You mean, 'find us'. And what tracking device? You smashed the only one I had, in the comms." She was genuinely puzzled. "You have an emergency tracker implanted..." I sighed, not wishing to tell her where, but knowing she'd nag at me until she found out. " It's in your left arm. One of the injections you got before travelling wasn't an inoculation." "But why?" She looked at me open mouthed. "Because you are a Princess. Captured spies are usually left to fend for themselves; no rescue. But I wouldn't let that happen to you. So I devised an emergency plan with the rest of our team. If I implemented it, whoever heard the call sign would get to the frigate and turn on your tracker and then come and get you within thirty six hours." I couldn't look at Emma in the face while I told her this. She went silent for a while, and then spoke again. "You make it sound as if I'll be on my own when this rescue occurs." "It may be that you are. If I have to, I'll stay behind to let you escape. It's my job remember? And if that time comes I want no arguments from you, promise?" "I promise." She said, a little unenthusiastically. *** The surroundings were changing; we had been driving through residential areas but they were giving way to the tourist zone around the airport. I slowed the car slightly and began to take an interest in what the shops were selling. "What are you looking for?" Emma asked, noticing this. "You can't be looking for souvenirs." "We need a map of the country." I told her, continuing my scan. "Why? The car has a built-in sat-nav." "Which won't be much use when we change cars." "Good point." She went silent for a while, peering at the shops as we passed. She suddenly pointed. "Just here." I pulled up and Emma jumped out, snatched a map from a rack and hopped smartly back in. I sped away quickly. Emma was grinning hugely. "Just like 'Bonnie and Clyde'." She giggled. "Let's hope not; they got killed at the end." I grinned back. "And we don't want that do we?" She laughed out loud, seemingly oblivious to the hazards we might be facing. Her mood was infectious and I smiled as I concentrated on the driving. Then I caught sight of something in the rear-view mirror. "SHIT!" I swore for the first time in the princess's presence. "What is it?" "A police car. And it appears to be interested in us. One of our crimes is coming back to haunt us." "Could we stop and try and bluff it out?" "In a stolen car? Not really." "Didn't think so." She paused. "What then?" "Tighten your seatbelt, I'm going to lose them." "Can you do that?" "Let's find out." I jerked the wheel savagely to one side, and threw the car down a side street, my foot to the floor. The tyres squealed in protest as I made a second high speed turn into a back alley. Emma peered around behind at our pursuers. "I think it's working, they're losing ground." My only response was a grunt of acknowledgement. I made several more sharp turns and we lost sight of the following police car. I slowed down again, now looking for somewhere to dump this car and for a replacement. *** We left the car in a side street full of warehouses between two waste containers with the keys in the ignition. "Why?" Princess Emma asked. "Hopefully someone else will steal it and muddy our trail." I told her. "Oh, I see." She didn't sound convinced. "What do we do now?" She asked. "We take a look in some of these surrounding buildings. With any luck we should be able to find another vehicle of some sort." I replied. It took us about half an hour and five of the buildings before we found what I was looking for; a battered-looking pick-up with the keys behind the sun visor. "Perfect!" I clapped my hands. "An old workhorse nobody will look twice at." "If you say so." Emma seemed dubious; it wasn't the sort of thing she'd travelled in. "Won't it be missed though?" "Not until tomorrow from the look of things." "Why do you say that?" "Because it's now late afternoon and the place has the air of somewhere that work has finished for the day." I explained. Emma looked around, taking in the way everything looked as if it had been tidied away. "I see what you mean. I should have spotted that. Sorry." "You saw what I meant quickly enough. Impressive for someone who's never done any manual labour." "I wouldn't have thought a secret agent did a lot of manual labour either." She grinned. "An undercover agent has to work in all sorts of places as part of their cover." I laughed. "And I meant what I said as a compliment, not an accusation." "Sorry." She laughed back. "Again." *** We had got out of he city and were heading along the highway towards the coast. Princess Emma chattered away, more or less to herself, as I was concentrating on not drawing attention to us. After a while she fell silent and I looked across to check she was okay; she was in fact sleeping. 'Good', I thought, ' she needs the rest'. Frankly I needed sleep sometime soon as well, but I wouldn't pull over for two reasons: Time and distance. We needed them both. There was a third reason; I felt that one of us should be awake at all times, on the alert, so I carried on driving. An hour later and I found myself starting to nod off so I gave in to the inevitable and pulled into a rest stop. The place was already packed with lorries, vans and cars but I managed to find somewhere to park. I turned off the engine and slid over towards Emma, laying her head on my shoulder. Our proximity would provide her with some warmth through what was left of the night. Despite my misgivings, I knew I couldn't keep going and needed some sleep, at least a couple of hours. I dropped off within minutes. *** When I awoke it was still dark, so I hadn't slept for more than a couple of hours, and I found that Princess Emma had changed her position. She was now snuggled up across my chest; and my hand was resting on her butt! I quickly pulled it away and then tried to extricate myself from her embrace without disturbing her. This worked for all of five seconds. Emma sat up and yawned, her eyes as bright as ever. She smiled. A Royal Spy "Want me to drive for a while?" She asked. "I mean, you look like you need more sleep." She added while stretching her arms. I considered her offer for a moment: Although I knew I could manage on the sleep I'd got, it wouldn't do any harm to let the princess drive. Plus it would give the chance to work out a route with the map. "Okay then your highness," I said, "just remember to keep it steady and don't bring attention to us." "No problem." She smiled. "And what's with this 'highness' stuff? There's just the two of us and we're on the run." "Can't help it." I smiled back as we switched places. "All right then. Which way are we heading?" Emma asked, starting the pick-up. "Just follow the highway for now, until we can find a less conspicuous route." "Sure thing." She replied, pulling out onto the road. "And your Highness?" "Now what?" "I'm sorry about my hand." "Your hand? What about your hand?" She seemed puzzled. "On your bottom." "I really didn't notice." She gave me a devilish grin. "In any case, you have absolutely no idea what I got up to while you were asleep." "Sleeping as well, I hope." I was sure she was pulling my leg. "Maybe. Maybe not." She raised her eyebrows at me. I looked at her in astonishment, suddenly not so sure of my convictions. Emma burst out laughing. "Oh, the look on your face!" She giggled. "Very funny." I said, blushing deeply. "Ha, ha. Watch were we're going." "Yes...DAD!" She was still smirking. "I never realised what a prude you are." "Only when it comes to someone who I'm supposed to be protecting, I assure you." I said, still reddening at an alarming rate. "That's sweet of you, but you never talked to my bodyguard at university. I was a BAAAAD girl!" Again she smirked, looking across at me. "I prefer not to know such things thank you." I said, crossing my arms primly. *** We drove on for a while, the sky lightening, the not-entirely comfortable silence broken by the occasional snigger from Emma. Then ahead of us, some distance down the highway, there suddenly seemed to be a lot of brake lights going on. I suddenly knew there was a roadblock ahead. "The hunt is on." I murmured to myself. "Take the next right immediately." I told Emma. She did as she was told and I pulled out the map, glad that the rising sun enabled me to read it. "We'll head for that road instead." I told the princess, pointing on the map. She nodded after a quick glance and began to make her way down the minor road. After ten minutes of wending our way down the lanes it was fully light. "I hope they don't get a chopper up." I muttered. "We have a more pressing problem." Emma said, slowing down and then pointing where we were headed. Another roadblock was being formed. "SHIT!" I exclaimed. "Someone out there knows how I think. And I bet its Stardust." "Who the hell is Stardust?" Emma asked. "An enemy agent; my arch-rival; the guy who nearly killed me." I told her. "If it is him out there, it was me he was after and not you. Sorry your highness." "Surely you can out-think him?" She said. "I'm not sure I can; the bastard had got to the point where he seemed to be able to predict my next move before I knew it myself." A thought hit me. Stardust knew ME. "Princess, we need to do something unexpected, what do you suggest?" "Me?" Emma looked surprised. "Stardust doesn't know you, he can't anticipate you. So I ask again; what shall we do?" I said patiently. Emma took a deep breath. "Let me see the map a minute." She asked. I passed it over, pointing out where we were. She looked at it for a minute or so and then pointed. "We'll head here." She said. "Your reasoning?" I said, peering to see where she was indicating. "It's an old airfield, lots of room for whatever happens." "It's a hundred miles inland." I countered. "Which is well within our navy helicopters range." "I meant that the ships captain might not be prepared to authorise such a deep incursion." I said. "We can't worry about that; all we can do is avoid capture for the next twenty four hours." "There may be one thing I can do: I can give myself up. They are only after me." I said quietly. "You can't know that." Emma snapped. "But I do." I said. "But I don't! So we'll keep that as a last resort, thank you." She snapped again. "Princess..." I began to try to convince her. "NO!" She shouted. "You wanted unexpected, that's what you got. I say splitting up is the final option. Got that?" "Yes ma'am." I said meekly as she rammed the truck into gear and set off straight across the countryside. *** Princess Emma followed the most direct route I could find on what was essentially a road map, except we weren't using roads. We skirted around fields, forded streams and followed farm tracks with occasional forays onto back roads. The old pick-up took it all in it's stride; keeping going even when I seriously doubted it would make certain obstacles. Just after noon we found ourselves alongside a razorwire-topped fence plastered with warnings to keep out. "So, how do we get in?" Emma asked. "There has to be some gates somewhere." I shrugged. "We're getting low on fuel to just cruise around looking." "Then we make our own entrance." I said, getting out and examining the fence. It looked old and rusty, particularly around the fence posts. I went back to Emma's side of the truck. "I reckon we can break through." She looked dubious. "Want me to do it?" I asked. "Just tell me where to aim." She said, setting her shoulders. "Come at it at an angle, hit it about here." I pointed. The princess backed up to get a run at it, then slammed the truck into gear and charged the fence. It gave some, but still held. "Again." I called out. She reversed and then shot forward again. The fence parted a little at the point of impact. "Once more and you should be through." I yelled. For a third time Emma backed up and then rammed the pick-up at the small gap. It surged through, the fence links parting before it. Just as it cleared the collapsing barrier the truck finally died. A sniff told me that we had damaged the fuel system. "Either the tank or the line has gone." I told the princess who was leaving her seat. "At least she got us here." She said, patting the bonnet with an affection I'd rarely seen from a woman toward a vehicle. "She did." I agreed. "C'mon, lets grab our stuff and find somewhere to hole up until its dark." "Why when its dark?" "Because if they do send a helicopter for us, it'll be safer in the dark." "Still with the negative thoughts." The princess sighed, picking up what was left of our meagre supplies and the rifle. I slung the machine pistol over my shoulder. "Lets see if we can find a building of some sort." I said, pushing my way through the head-high grass to where one of the runways would be. *** Before we reached the long expanse of concrete there came the sound of a helicopter overhead. Emma was about to run onto the runway when I stopped her. "It's not ours." I said. "How can you tell?" She asked. "The engine note, added to the fact it's moving slowly. Stardust has cottoned on to our ploy." "You don't know that." She groaned. "Princess, that chopper is hovering over where we left the truck." "So?" "By now it will have been reported as stolen. He'll add two and two together and at the very least, dispatch someone to check out the pick-up." I was sure of this. "So he's finally coming for us?" She sounded worried for the first time. "I'm afraid so." The helicopter sound moved away so we ventured onto the runway. As we walked along it princess Emma seemed to be deep in thought. I let her ponder, hoping that she was beginning to realise the seriousness of our situation and wouldn't argue when the time came for her to leave me behind. After twenty minutes we came to the main part of the old airfield, all crumbling buildings and overgrown pathways, and by mutual consent, headed for the old control tower. From the outside it looked vandalised, but inside it looked as if it was used as some sort of clubhouse. "Someone is living here?" Emma asked, looking at the furnishings around the lower level. "More likely it's where the racers hang out if it's too wet to race." I replied. "Racers?" "Your highness, out there are three linked, straight and wide roads; I'm pretty sure all sorts of people who like to drive fast will have noticed that." I smiled. "I see." She grinned; the serious face she'd been wearing for most of the day disappearing. "Some of those chairs look comfortable." She switched tack on me. "Depends on what you have in mind I suppose." I replied, thrown by the change. "Actually, what I was thinking was..." She stopped, blushing a deep red. "Out with it now princess." I said. "Don't leave me hanging." "I want you to make love to me." She said in a rush. "WHAT!? You're kidding again, right?" I was genuinely astonished. "No. I mean it." She said calmly. "I know with the way things are going we could end up dead soon, so I want to make love for what might be the last time." "Princess Emma, your highness, I...I can't." I stammered. Her forthrightness had me flabbergasted. "What's the matter? Don't you find me attractive?" She asked as she slipped off her jacket to reveal her erect nipples clearly defined beneath her t-shirt. "You are incredibly attractive, but it's my job to protect you, not corrupt you." I tried to explain my confused feelings. "You never even thought about making love to me?" She asked slyly, her forefinger running along her lower lip. "To be honest, I suppose I have." Now it was my turn to blush. "Like I said, you are a beautiful young woman. "Thank you for the compliment." "But that doesn't mean I should make love to you." In response Emma pulled her shirt off over her head, uncovering her breasts in all their glory. "And there is nothing I can do to change your mind?" She said innocently but at the same time licking her lips and running her hands over her exposed bosom. I had been tortured before and managed to resist, but this was too much, especially since I actually wanted to give in. I swore softly and pulled the princess to me, kissing her hard on the mouth. She responded by slipping my shirt and jacket from my shoulders and then dropping her hands down and undoing my trousers. I reciprocated, snapping open her jeans and easing them from her hips. She stepped out of them and stood before me, naked and unashamed, her pubic hair trimmed into a neat strip. "Why have I been resisting this?" I whispered, admiring her lithe body. The princess stepped toward me and put her hand into my boxers. "That feels promising. Let's have a look." She said. My underwear joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. My cock, which had been hardening since Emma started stripping, became rock hard as she crouched down and kissed it on the tip. "You shouldn't be crouching before me your highness." I gasped. "How else can I do this?" She replied and then took my member between her soft lips. I groaned as she took it deeper into her mouth. "Just getting you ready." The princess said, sitting back on her heels. "More of that will be too much." I muttered. "Sit down." She replied, pushing me gently onto one of the wide arms of one of the chairs. She stood and then straddled my lap before carefully lowering herself onto my raging boner, the folds of her pussy enveloping it. She sighed in satisfaction. "Happy now?" I asked flippantly. "I will be soon. Are you saying you aren't?" She smirked back. "I've had less pleasant missions as an agent." I grinned. Emma slowly began to ride me, moving up and down on my dick, her hands resting on my shoulders. A little tentatively I placed my hands on her bucking hips. "You can go higher up than that you know." Emma breathed. Even more tentatively I ran my hands up her sides to cup her breasts. "That's more like it." She whispered. Her tits felt soft and pliant beneath my hands. I leant forward and snagged one of the bouncing orbs with my mouth, gently suckling on the hard nipple. "Oh yes." Emma cried out. "You're better at this than you let on aren't you?" "I was a secret agent; we have a reputation to keep up." I grinned, releasing her teat. "Less talking." Emma said, beginning to pant, her pace quickening. "Highness, Emma, I'm gonna cum soon." I gasped. "I said less talking." She panted out, bouncing ever faster. "Em!" I cried urgently, not wanting to impregnate her. She ignored me and then suddenly it was too late, I was shooting my load into her cunt. She kept going for a few moments after my climax, by cock still twitching inside her, until she orgasmed with a cry of utter joy. She wrapped her arms around me and we held each other as we recovered. "You shouldn't have let me cum inside you." I admonished gently. "I like the feeling." She giggled before kissing me on the forehead. "But thank you for the thought." "But what if...?" I began. "Then I'll send a strongly worded letter to my pill manufacturer." She laughed. I shook my head. I was having a hard job thinking of the princess as promiscuous despite just having sex with her. Emma shook her hips slightly. "You're still hard in there. Want to go again?" She asked. "Ought we?" "I can't think of a good reason why not." She grinned. "I tell you what: Do me from behind, animal style." "I think you mean 'Doggy Style'." I corrected. "That's right! Do me doggy style." She laughed. "If it pleases your highness." I laughed back. Princess Emma stood up and stepped away, motioning for me to move. I did as I was told. Emma knelt on the seat of the vacated armchair, shaking her bottom in my direction. The movement of her firm, milky buttocks entranced me. "Come on then, double-o something." She grinned over her shoulder. I snapped out of my reverie and moved into position behind her, resting my hands on her hips once more. I hesitated for a moment, and then, figuring I may as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb, I slid myself into her sweet snatch again. "Your thing feels longer in this position." Emma commented in surprise. "Penetration is deeper from this angle." I explained as I sank deeper in. "That's soooo goood." Emma moaned as I began to pump my cock into her. "So good." She repeated in a hoarse whisper. I increased my pace until I was hammering away quite quickly into her pussy. The princess was making little squeaks of enjoyment with every stroke, as she pushed back against them. She came rapidly this time, her body arching as she climaxed. I stopped my motion. "No. Don't. Stop." The princess gasped out. "Let. Me Turn. Over." I stepped away and she flipped onto her back, allowing me to look down into her gorgeous but flushed face. She looked back up at me, regaining her composure. "I want more of your spy semen inside me." She said with her eyes sparkling. I plunged my dick back into her wet and willing pussy once more, resuming my rhythmic pounding. Emma wrapped her legs behind my back, pulling me in as deep as possible. Again she made the little noises as I thrust in. At the same time I found myself mesmerised by the way her breasts jiggled at the end of each stroke. I continued to stare as I moved in and out, just watching, lost in the moment. I was about to cum when Emma beat me to it. With a loud pleasure-induced moan she spasmed in orgasm. The clenching of her muscles tipped me over the edge and once more I was filling her pussy with my seed. "Thank you." Princess Emma gasped. "That was just what I needed." "No, thank YOU sweet Emma." I panted in return. I glanced outside; it was getting dark. "Princess, I think we should prepare to defend ourselves. It won't be long until Stardust and his men arrive." I said, getting up from her and starting to pull my clothes back on. "Oh well, back to reality I suppose." Emma sighed, half-heartedly copying me. "I suggest you take the rifle up to the roof of the tower and try to pick off one or two of them when you see them." "How will I be able to tell if they're the enemy or not?" "I'm sure you can tell the good guys from the baddies." I patted her on the shoulder. "Maybe." She conceded. "This might not be the best time to mention this, but I've never actually fired a weapon at a living target before." She looked at me apologetically. The past twenty-four hours had made me come to forget she wasn't an out-and-out agent. "Just do what you can. Scare them at least." I said as comfortingly as I was able. I knew it was unlikely that we'd both survive this, the odds were against us, but I hoped that the worst that happened to her was that she was captured. "And princess?" "Yes?" "If our chopper does come to the rescue, don't hesitate or wait for me; make for it at once." "But..." "No 'buts'. You already promised me, remember?" "All right. WHEN the helicopter arrives I'll go straight to it." She said reluctantly, and then picked up the rifle before going upstairs. When she had gone I made a decision that I felt guilty about: I would move from the tower and try to catch our attackers in a crossfire. It was a good idea, but it did mean leaving Emma on her own, something I was loathe to do. However, our needs outweighed my personal dislike, so I scampered across to another building and settled down to wait for the firefight I was sure would come. *** About half an hour later I heard two or three vehicles somewhere close amongst the jumble of structures. There was a burble of voices and the clatter of military equipment being readied. Emma must have heard it too, and been able to see them, as a shot rang out. I heard the panic that one shot caused, (obviously these were not top-line troops,) and began to make my way towards the noise. I peered around a corner and spied two trucks and a jeep parked, with soldiers milling around them. I fired a burst at the fuel tank of the nearest truck. Surprisingly it burst into flames. Someone had been careless, I mused, also thinking that the flames would aid the princess, outlining some targets for her. The enemy seemed to be completely unnerved, firing in random directions, running around to no purpose and shouting incomprehensively. In the middle of all this confusion I spotted one figure standing calmly, trying to restore some sort of order: Stardust. I raised my machine pistol and fired. He must have felt my eyes on him because he dived for cover just as I squeezed the trigger, the bullets missing by inches. I swore under my breath and went to hunt him down. I crept around the mayhem, dispatching two enemy soldiers that I surprised, but unable to find my nemesis. I heard the sound of our Navy helicopter approaching and then landing. I hoped Emma had heard it and was doing as I'd told her and making her way towards it. I briefly thought about doing the same thing myself, but I wanted Stardust; I wanted to find out what he knew, and how he knew it. I cautiously rounded a corner and found myself face-to-face with the man for the first time since he'd nearly killed me two years ago. "Agent Alpha, how nice to run into you again." He drawled. "I wish I could say the same." I snarled back. "If you could lie like me, you could." He smiled his dangerous smile. "And now, will you surrender?" He cocked his head to one side. "Particularly as it seems you've missed your ride." I heard what he did: The sound of the helicopter taking off again. "You know I won't Stardust." I told him. "Such a prosaic codename you've given me; much more inventive than that which I came up with for you." He laughed at a private joke. "Why are you still after me? I retired." I asked in exasperation. A Royal Spy "It seemed to me that you had not. After every one of your 'royal visits' there was some sort of security leak. I just assumed that you were dabbling until you were fit again. I was beginning to miss our schemes." "Coincidence." I snorted. "Once or twice maybe. But not this often. And you are too good to retire permanently." Stardust lit a cigarette and blew smoke toward me. I sighed to myself. At least he hadn't discovered princess Emma's involvement. She was in the clear. Without warning Stardust shot me in the foot. I collapsed to the ground, dropping the machine pistol as I did so. "I don't want you running off again." Stardust said. "After all, we have so much to talk about." "I'll never give in to you, you bastard." I said through clenched teeth. "We will see." He smirked. "Pick him up." He said airily to some soldiers who had finally turned up. "Take him to the control tower." I was half-dragged, half-carried to the open space in front of the tower where Stardust's forces had been regrouping. They were laughing and chattering as if they had beaten off an army. I smiled to myself, standing on my good foot, knowing that they had scattered in panic from one brave young woman. Stardust saw the smile and came over to me. "I don't like the look of that. What are you up too?" He demanded. "Nothing, sorry." I grinned insanely; a grin that slipped when I heard the helicopter returning. A searchlight beam raked over us, blinding us, illuminating stardust and his men. A mechanical voice boomed out. "I am authorised to give you all the chance to run away." It said, followed by a short burst of heavy machine gun fire. The troops scattered, terrified by the noise, the light, and the prospect of being shot from the air. However Stardust grabbed me, holding a pistol to my head. "What is happening?" He snarled in my ear. "Actually, I have no idea. They were supposed to leave without me." I smirked at his discomfort. The chopper set down, the searchlight still on us. A slim figure stepped into the beam. "You okay lover?" The figure called in the female voice I had come to know so well over the past year. "Lover?" Stardust inquired. "Codename." I lied. "I've been better sweetness." I called back. "Why are you back here? The pilot was supposed to take you straight out." "I persuaded her otherwise." Came the smug answer. "Now you, Starburst or whatever, release him or I'll put a bullet between your eyes." Emma demanded. "In the dark? I really doubt that." Stardust was in disbelief that someone who didn't play to his rules was undoing his carefully crafted plan. "Wanna bet?" I asked. He was unnerved I could tell. "Yes!" "You'll lose." "So will you Agent Alpha." "I'll risk it. I've seen her shoot." He threw back his head to laugh. Emma fired. I jerked away. He fired. The last thing I heard as blackness engulfed me was Emma's anguished cry of 'NO!'. *** EPILOGUE After three weeks in hospital I was being discharged. I had already made what I expected to be my last reports as an agent and as Princess Emma's personal bodyguard. I had become to well know as an agent and my charge had been put into extreme peril on my last escort duty. I'd also heard that HQ weren't too impressed with me posting them the stolen micro-drives, despite them arriving before either Emma or I had returned. I was moodily waiting outside the hospital for the lift I had been told was coming for me and wondering if I'd get one more chance to see the princess. Apparently she had spent two days at my bedside in the ships sick bay waiting for me to regain consciousness before she had been airlifted home. I wanted the opportunity to apologise and also to thank her for coming back for me. To say I was surprised when an Aston Martin DB9 screeched to a halt in front of me and a grinning Emma jumped out of the drivers seat was an understatement. "Hi there! Like the wheels?" She laughed. I stood dumbstruck for several seconds until I found my voice. "YOU'RE my lift?" I finally asked. "Yep!" "And you're on your own?" "Two for two. My temporary bodyguard was supposed to be here, but I gave him the slip easily. Your training." "Why have you given your bodyguard the slip?" "Because I wanted to talk to you alone, and he doesn't have a very high clearance. In any case, I can look after myself these days." Emma grinned again. "I would beg to differ, and I can't agree with your reasoning, But I am glad to see you, your highness." I stepped forward and put my arms around her. We hugged for a while and then she surprised me again by kissing me. "Get in the car." She smiled. "There is something I want to ask you." My curiosity piqued, I did as I was told and Emma pulled away as if she was starting some sort of race. After a couple of minutes of hairy driving I asked what was up and she slowed to a more sedate pace. "Okay, here it is. During my debriefing it was obvious that you and I, but particularly you, couldn't operate as agents any more, but the original idea still held good. So they asked me to set up a new department, Royal Intelligence, or RI. I have a number of relatives who would be interested in taking my role as a spy. I want you to train them and their handlers." "You're serious?" I was incredulous. "I am." "And both agencies are okay with me being part of this?" "I reminded them that you are one of the best. I said it would be up to you, but I wanted you on my team." She was deadly serious. "Then I'm in princess. I was wondering what a washed up spy could do next." I smiled for the first time since Stardust had grazed my temple with his dying shot. "Good." Emma laughed. "Because there is part of our last foray together that I want to recreate." A smirk crossed her face. "On a daily basis." "Oh yes." I said mildly, but guessing what she meant. "Or nightly if that suits you better." Her grin was so wide now I thought the top of her head would come off. "Am I right in assuming that this activity has nothing at all to do with breaking and entering, stealing cars, or off-road driving?" I asked innocently. "Damn right!" She giggled. "Sounds like the sort of job I was looking for." I grinned. "When do I start?"