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The Princess & the Pea

By: Fairywand



One upon a time, long long ago, in a land far far away from here, there lived a handsome young prince and his mother. In a castle, of course. Where else would a handsome young prince live? The old queen had one wish before she died – she wanted her handsome young son to marry a princess. But it had to be a real princess. No fakers need apply. The handsome young prince, of course, had an extra requirement of which his mother did not know – he wanted his princess, a real princess no fakers need apply, to be a darling little whore in bed. He obviously did not tell his mother this.

So time went on, and many many girls applied for the position of Real Princess, Queen to Be. Pretty girls, and not so pretty girls, gorgeous voluptuous girls and stunningly beautiful curvy girls. Their application forms told them that they would be put through a test, to prove that they were real princesses. Their application forms did not tell them about the personal test the prince would subject them to. Very few complained about that test. 

But none of them passed the Queen's test. And time and again the prince had to say a rather teary (and might I add – hard) goodbye to one of his little conquests. Nobody fitted the Queen's standards. The prince himself was not even sure what exactly these little tests of his mother entailed. He only knew about his method of grading – fucking to his heart's content. Strangely enough, most princess wannabe's seemed to favour the missionary position. The Prince wasn't sure why this was so. But he didn't mind too much. After all, a good free fuck is a good free fuck. Ok, so maybe not all of them were that good, but you get the idea.

Let's fast forward to a stormy dark night. The prince and his mother were at the dining room table, dining with candle light. Very romantic if it is with someone you have the hots for, not quite all that pleasant when it's your mother. Well, unless of course you're into that kind of thing. But this story is not about that.

Anyway, cold dark stormy night. And there's a knock at the door. So the servant goes to open the door, and he sees a bundle of coats and umbrella. The bundle lifts the cape, and the servant sees a pretty little face. Full, luscious lips, slightly upturned nose, big baby blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes. A doll of a girl? Woman? So this being the type of story this is, the servant does feel a tingle in his pants. But he is a professional servant, and although he does sometimes help himself to the Prince's leftovers, there is an unspoken rule that the Prince had to have them first before anybody else could touch them. Hmmm, a bit sexist, but there you go, that's how it worked. 

And the servant leads her through to the dining room. And to make a long story short, bet you know the original version anyway, the girl gets to spend the night in the castle. She claims to be a Real Princess, carriage broken, weather very bad, blah blah you know the story. What the original story don't tell you, however, is that the Prince's eyes lit up with delight at this beautiful creature. Especially more so when she took off her coats and revealed a curvy soft body, perky breasts, thin middle flaring into gentle hips, flowing down into sculpted legs. 

The servant gets to lead the girl to her room for the night, of course walking behind her so he can watch the swing of her hips and the curve of her butt pressing against the material of her dress, softly directing her to her room for the night. Escorted her into her room, and off he went to his room in the servant's quarters, preparing to spend a delightful night stroking and milking his now already very hard cock, dreaming lustful dreams about this girl. 

The Queen retires to her room, we don't want to know what she does, trust me, that's a whole story by itself. We are more interested in the Prince, racking his brains for a good excuse why he needs to go knock at the girl's door and wondering if she will notice the huge bulge in his pants. It wouldn't be quite appropriate to just knock and ask her do you want to fuck. Even if they are not real princesses, most women do not appreciate that approach. 

Taking a single white rose from the vase in the dining room, he walks down the passage to the girl's room. Knocking softly on her door. She opens the door, the soft candle light from inside the room making her light dressing gown almost see through, accentuating every curve of that delicious body. She smiles shyly, and the Prince hands her the rose. With which he also steps into the room . . . and gasp with horror. His mother (must have been her, who else could have such a sick sense of humour?) had the servants place not only one, but sixteen mattresses on the bed. This poses a bit of a problem – can't fuck a real-princess-want to-be on the couch, and how exactly does one get frolicking on top of sixteen mattresses? But the Prince being a horny little bugger anyway pulls the girl closer, pressing his body hard against her softness, finding her mouth with his own. Tracing the curve of her mouth with his tongue, her lips opening slightly, he kisses her with passion. His hands trailing along the length of her back, stopping to gently squeeze her butt. The girl shivers with delight, and rubs her crotch against his hard cock. The Prince lifts her long hair to the side and nuzzles her neck softly, his fingers now slipping the gown of her smooth shoulders, his tongue following the trail made by his hands. The girl moans with anticipation and shrugs her body out of the gown revealing a fully naked body. The Prince steps back, admiring her full round breasts, light pink nipples hard, gentle curve of her body, resting his eyes on that glorious honey pot yielding all the secrets of the universe, just a thin strip of hair visible on her mound. 

The Prince unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the side. He starts on his pants and the girl stops him, lightly pushing his hands to the side, she kneels in front of him. Light feather touches, teasing him, tracing the lines of his hard cock through the material. The Prince lets out a moan; he wants her to hurry up. She lets his beautiful hard cock jump free from its clothes prison, cradling his balls in her hands. Tracing a finger up and down the length of his shaft, wetting the tip of one finger, softly circling the tip of his cock. She places the tip of his manhood in her hot wet mouth, swirling her tongue down the length of his shaft, her delicate fingers rubbing up and down. The Prince grabs handfuls of her long silky hair and pushes the last bit of his cock into her mouth, delighting in the pleasant shivers it sends up his spine. Her head bobbing up and down on his cock, the Prince throws his head back and let out a long moan. 

The girl let his cock out her mouth with a slight pop, rubbing her body against his as she stands up. Her eyes are shining with desire. The Prince wets a finger and traces a line down her cheek, her neck. His hands lightly brush her breasts, she moans as she waits for him to squeeze those beautiful pink nipples. The Prince first twirls the one nipple then the other between his fingers. Stepping out of his pants, he picks her up and quickly carries her to the couch. (Well, what else? Do you expect two very horny people to climb sixteen mattresses and run the risk of falling off mid fuck?) Lying her down on her back, his mouth trails kisses down her body, till he finally settles his wet tongue on the smooth soft inside of her thigh. She pulls his head between her legs, not prepared to wait any longer, and he dips his tongue inside her cunt. Licking up her slit till the tip of his tongue teases her clit. Inserting one finger into her wetness, she throws her head back and lets out a groan of pleasure. Adding another finger, he sucks at her clit, making her body shiver with delight. Working her clit with his tongue, dipping two fingers into her now sopping wet cunt, he pushes her over to the side of ecstasy. Stifling a scream by biting into her arm, her body convulses, squirting juice all over the Prince's mouth and fingers. The Prince gently licks her clean while her body relaxes against the couch. 

Being very hard now, the Prince lifts himself over her delicate body and place the edge of his cock against the inviting opening of her still wet cunt. But she stops him, gently pushing him off her. The Prince is a bit confused. But she smiles and leads him to the back of the coach, where she drapes herself over the couch, exposing two very round tight buns; he can see her pussy still glistening with her own juices. And here our dear hero of the story, so used to princesses only fucking in missionary, totally looses control of his own lusts and desires. Roughly grabbing unto her hips, he guides his manhood into her wet pussy, plunging into her body. She slides a hand down to play with her clit, and the Prince holds on tight to her hips as he guides himself in and out of her, marvelling at her appreciative groans as to what he is doing to her body. The Prince can feel her body shudder with the first start of her orgasm, and he can feel his balls tightening with his own pleasures to come. A few more hard pushes from the Prince and the girl gives herself over to the orgasm rocking her body, her pussy clutching the Prince's cock, at which point his balls push up and out his cum into her, shooting that precious liquid deep into her wetness. 

And so they topple over unto the couch, where they spend the rest of the night telling each other their most erotic fantasies. 

********

The next morning at the breakfast table, the Queen politely inquires if the girl had a good night's sleep. Caught off guard a bit, the girl replies that she had hardly slept a wink. Eagerly the Queen asks if the girl was uncomfortable in her bed, to which the girl replies a hesitant yes. 

"Oh that is marvellous!" the Queen gushes.

The Prince and the girl and the servant look at each other in bewilderment. The Queen jumps up from the table: "Come, come, I want to show you all something!" and with that she leads them to the girl's room, where she proceeds to push all sixteen mattresses from the bed's base. 

"Look!" the Queen exclaims. "A pea! I placed a single pea under the bottom mattress. Only a real princess would be able to feel a pea through so many mattresses!" The Queen was beaming. 

And with that she gave the Now-A-Real-Princess and her handsome young son the Prince, her blessing to get married. 

So everybody ended up being very happy, even the servant, who would now have a constant stimulation for his fantasies in that little room of his in the servants' quarters. 

The Princess and the Pea



With apologies to Hans Christian Andersen...

Once upon a time, there was a prince named Edward who wanted to fall in love and marry. It would have to be with a real princess though, his parents decreed. 

They traveled around the whole world looking for her, but every time he met a princess there was always something amiss. There were plenty of princesses but not one of them was quite to his taste. Something was always the matter. They were too stupid, too bony or too vain. The Queen decided that they just weren't real princesses. So the prince returned home, very sad and lonely. 

One evening, a storm broke over the kingdom. The lightning flashed, the thunder roared, and the rain came down in bucketfuls. In the midst of this horrible storm, someone knocked on the castle door and Edward himself went to answer it. 

When he opened the door, Edward's eyes lit on a beautiful though bedraggled and thoroughly soaked and shaking maiden. Water ran down her hair and her clothes in streams. It flowed in through the heels of her shoes and out through the toes. Her clothes were so soaked that there was no clue as to how they had once looked but the way they clung to the womanly virtues of her body left Edward's mouth dry. Edward looked up into a face filled with intelligence and humor at her own predicament.

"Forgive me, my lord, for appearing before you in such a state. I am Marian, the lady in waiting for Princess Chandra. There is a tree down in the road at the bottom of the hill and she sent me to say she is going home. We will return again in a fortnight."

"They sent you up the hill in this storm?" Edward cried in outrage. "You could have been hurt or taken ill. Come in, we'll take care of you."

"But Princess Chandra will be waiting for me to return," she protested.

"I will send a foot soldier to tell them you will stay here until the weather clears." 

Edward took her by the hand and drew Marian further into the castle, rubbing her cold hand between his own very warm hands. He could think only of getting the cold and soaked clothes off of her and warming her.

"What have we here?" The Queen had arrived. In an instant, Edward knew what he must do.

"Mother, this is Princess Marian. Her carriage arrived at a tree down in the road so she sent it home after a groomsman escorted her to the door."

Marian started to protest but Prince Edward squeezed her hand. She looked up into his eyes and closed her mouth. The Queen swept forward.

"You poor brave dear, come in. We'll get you some dry, warm clothes then we'll sup together in front of a roaring fire and you will spend the night with us."

Marian was swept away with just a moment for a puzzled glance over her shoulder at Edward. It wasn't long though before they were all seated near a roaring fire and supping on a rich venison stew. 

She and Prince Edward spent the evening by the fire talking, laughing and playing draughts. The Queen was pleased at the comradery she saw between the two but she still thought it necessary to make sure this was a real princess.

"We'll find that out quickly enough," thought the old Queen, but she didn't say a word out loud. 

She hurried to the guest room and took all the bedclothes off the bed; then on the bare bedstead she put a pea. On top of the pea she had twenty mattresses laid; and on top of the twenty mattresses, twenty eiderdown quilts. That was the bed on which Marian found herself expected to sleep that night.

"Here you are, ma'am," the chambermaid said as she led Marian into the room and set the lamp on a table. The maid suppressed a smile at the joke she assumed the old Queen was playing. These royals certainly did the queerest things. There was no understanding it. 

"Will you be requiring anything else tonight?" she asked Marian.

"No," Marian said as she stared up at the ladder leading up the side of the mattresses. It looked very strange to her but perhaps this was an odd custom of this kingdom. She had heard they did things differently in other kingdoms. 

She decided to leave the lamp burning so she could see her way up the ladder, took off her robe and made her way to the top of the mattresses. Drowsily, Marian settled in and was soon asleep.

Marian sat up with a start. Something had woken her. She gave a little scream when a face appeared before her near the ladder.

"It's just me," Edward said reassuringly. He climbed the rest of the way up and onto the bed next to her. "I needed to talk to you."

Marian blushed a little at having a man on her bed and drew the blankets up. She had never met anyone who made her feel so... uncomfortable. The way he was looking at her made her tingle all over her body. When other men had looked at her that way it had made her uncomfortable but this was discomfort in a totally new and not unpleasant way. 

Edward lay down on his side, propped up on his elbow and smiled at her.

"Are you comfortable enough?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, thank you" she responded. 

Edward took Marian's hand in his and looked into her eyes. Marian shivered.

"Marian, I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the person I have been looking for and this evening has proven that. But my parents will not let me marry anyone who is not a princess. That is why I told my Mother that you were a Princess tonight."

"But Edward, she will eventually learn the truth," Marian pointed out. Edward just smiled.

"Not until it is too late. Tomorrow, I will ask you to marry me in front of everyone. If you consent, we will be married by the priest here at the castle. I will let nothing take you from me now that I have found you." 

Edward drew her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers then placed a kiss in the palm of her hand. Marian felt that she could hardly breath. She was drowning in his eyes.

"Will you marry me, Marian?"

"Yes Edward," she sighed. Edward leaned toward Marian and pressed his lips to hers. The tingles Marian had felt earlier were amplified, racing up and down her skin. She felt his tongue tracing her lips and opened her mouth to him when he pressed in. 

His tongue swirled around her own and she barely registered what his hands were doing until she felt them on her bare shoulders, caressing her flesh. Hunger for his touch flared to life in her chest and she pressed closer to him. 

Edward felt himself growing aroused. He knew that he should leave her to sleep through the night but another part of him couldn't bear the thought of leaving her. He just needed to touch her a little bit, be close to her. His fingers slid over her nightgown as he imagined the bare flesh underneath. 

What did it matter if their wedding night was tomorrow or tonight? He simply couldn't bear the thought of leaving her and he felt an the need to touch as much of her as possible. 

Edward pressed kisses down her neck and over her bare shoulders, the front of her gown yielding easily to his fingers until he could cup her full breasts in his hands. Kissing his way down her chest, Edward sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He heard her moan and felt her fingers sliding through his hair. 

An urgent need to press his naked body to hers rushed through Edward and he pushed at the covers to move them out of the way. He moved over her, covering her body with his, pushing her deeper into the yielding bed. 

Rising up, Edward quickly removed the barrier of their clothing and kissed her deeply. He spread kisses over her body, working his way down toward her moist core, flicking his tongue over her abdomen. Pulling her thighs open with his hands, he slid his tongue into her sweet nectar. 

Marian was startled. This was was what a man and woman do? This was nothing like what she'd seen the animals do. She'd occasionally heard moans coming from behind bedroom doors in the castle. This must be why, she thought, as she writhed under Edwards touch. Her muscles stiffened then shuddered in release.

Edward worked his way up Marian's body with tongue and touch then kissed her lips gently. 

"Are you well, my lady fair?" he asked between kisses, holding himself aloft over her.

"Very," she replied. She felt the head of his manhood pressing against her swollen nether lips. Fascinated, she looked down in the dim light to see his cock. It was lovely. She reached down and stroked her fingers over it. 

Edward moaned, "Oh yes, please, touch me."

Shyly, Marian did as requested, wrapping her fingers around his swollen prick to stroke him. She knew what was supposed to happen next and she'd heard from other maidens whispering that it would hurt, but only for a moment. 

Gently pulling him closer, Marian led him to the entrance of her womb. Edward pushed in as she guided him. She tried to relax. 

"Do it quickly," Marian whispered. "I think it will hurt less if you do."

Marian bit her lip at the pain as Edward thrust deeply into her then held still. She breathed lightly until the pain subsided and Edward began to stroke lightly in and out of her. 

Time seemed to stand still as Edward teased her with his cock, thrusting slowly for a time, then quickly. Marian felt her body tighten and release several times before Edward shuddered and poured his seed into her. 

Edward rained kisses on Marian's face and held her close as they dozed. They woke several times to pleasure each other. Marian wanted it to go on forever. During the night, the old queen decided to check on the princess, so she cracked the door of the bedchamber and listened. All she could hear was moaning and groaning and creaking as the maiden thrashed around on the bed. Satisfied that Marian wasn't getting a wink of sleep because of the pea, the queen returned to her own comfortable bed.

In the morning, the Queen asked the yawning Marian how she had slept.

"Oh, terribly. I'm horribly sore." Marian blushed and hurried on, "It must have been the walk in the rain."

Now the Queen was sure Marian was a real princess, since she must have felt the pea that was lying on the bedstead through twenty mattresses and twenty eiderdown quilts. Only a real princess could be so sensitive!

The Prince was allowed to marry Marian. The pea was exhibited in the royal museum; and you can go there and see it still today, if it hasn't been stolen.



The Princess and the Pea-Head



"Uh-huh," I commented, completely uninterested. 

"She's something of a sadist, which is kind of exciting. I mean, I don't like them too sadistic, but a little..." You continued on. I pulled out my nail file and began absently adjusting the length of my nails. You sat at the desk, still recounting your conversation from some internet dominatrix that I didn't give a shit about. I had made myself comfortable at the foot of the bed, doing my best to subtly discourage you from talking. 

"Yeah, it was pretty hot. She talked about calling me 'pet' while she fucks me." You recalled casually.

My eyes finally flickered up from my nails, focused on your face. You immediately grew nervous, trying to backtrack to the best of your ability. "Well, I mean, she brought it up! I wasn't about to tell her she couldn't call me that!" You tried to make excuses, but my gaze was unwavering. The ultimate side-eye. We had never been anything exclusive by any means. You were polyamorous and I just liked to keep myself entertained. Even so, I was the one who'd discovered all of your fucked up little kinks. Who teased you, made you hard, made you beg to cum over and over again. We had established that you were my pet, not there for your own pleasure, but to appreciate me in every way you could. 

The more I thought about some other girl calling you her pet, the more heated I grew. I crossed my legs, setting my nail file down and sending you a glare that could melt steel. You were half-wincing, knowing perfectly well that you had fucked up. It was obvious that you were expecting me to go off, to scream at you, to punish you. Instead, I said, "Interesting."

I think that disturbed you even more. 

"If she asked me to call her Princess, she'd be out of luck." You offered with a nervous smile, trying your best to get on my good side. Clearly, it wasn't working. 

"We'll see." I commented bluntly. I scooted back on the bed until my back rested against the headboard. I grabbed my phone from the side table and began idly texting. 

"Come on, don't be like that," You whined. You were beginning to realize that bragging about your new friend had gotten you into more trouble than you expected. "You know that you're the only one who can really press my buttons." 

"We'll see." I repeated. 

"Please, Princess, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." You were becoming guiltier by the second, like a dog with its tail between its legs. 

"By all means, go get pegged. Get your brains fucked out." I said calmly, my eyes back on you for a moment. "Just know that you've made your choice. If you want to be this girl's pet so badly, fine. Just know that you're done." I shrugged my shoulders, opening up a new game of Sudoku. 

"What do you mean, 'done'?" You asked after pausing for a moment. 

"You're done getting to fuck me. Last time was the last time. So please, enjoy being pegged, because you're certainly not getting any satisfaction from sticking your dick in me again." I fought the urge to look at your face, which I imagined to be somewhat shocked. Being denied was always something you fantasized about, but I don't think you expected me to make up my mind so suddenly.

"But-" You began, but I interrupted you quickly.

"Don't try to bargain. I've made up my mind." I waved my hand dismissively, not even bothering to glance up at you. 

There was a long silence. I imagine you tried to think of a solution to my decision at first, but eventually gave up. After a few minutes, you stood, and made your way to the bed. You sat on the edge, turning to face me. "Alexis." You said quietly, still deep in thought.

"Yes?" I asked nonchalantly, looking up at you as if you were asking the time. 

"I want to...Er, may I make it up to you? Please? I know it won't change anything, I just...I'm sorry." You apologized, and despite your gaze wavering once or twice, I could tell you were sincere. 

I sighed, clicking off my phone and setting it down. "Fine." I continued to be dismissive with you, yawning and stretching my arms over my head. You hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, delicately brushing your lips against my neck. Your hand rested against my hip, tightening slightly to grasp me. As your teeth began to drag across my neck, your fingers followed suit, tracing down my hip and settling on my thigh. I sat still and let you try your best to appease me, somewhat amused by your attempts of seduction. 

"I really am sorry, Alexis. I know I don't deserve to put my pathetic cock inside you." You apologized again. I muttered something inaudible, to which you replied, "What?"

"Princess," I repeated, making myself heard. "'I'm sorry, Princess.'" I corrected you, and you nodded.

"Yes, Princess. I'm sorry, Princess." You adjusted your apology, looking to me for approval, your fingers still tracing around my thigh. I rolled my eyes and pressed my hands against your shoulders, pushing you back. I shifted my thighs, my skirt dangerously close to exposing my panties.

"You said you wanted to make it up to me, right? Show me how sorry you are." I was giving you the chance to redeem yourself, and you were quick to accept it. Without wasting time, you lowered your body, getting into position near my thighs. Your hands quickly moved inside my skirt, tugging my panties from my hips and sliding them off of my legs. Though you were eager to continue, I made you pause. "You're already hard, aren't you?" I asked.

"F-fuck, yes. Very." You swallowed thickly. 

"Just wondering. I can't really tell by looking." I shrugged my shoulders, smirking a little. I knew that making you start and stop was driving you crazy, and it was just the right punishment. I allowed you to continue, and you spread my legs, hiking up my skirt so it was out of your way. "Take your time. Remember, this is your apology." I advised, watching you carefully. You nodded, lying on your stomach between my legs, calculating your next movements. After a moment of hesitation, you began kissing your way up my thighs, taking a moment every now and then to gently suckle on my skin. You drew closer and closer to my wet cunt, and I could feel your breathing get heavier. "Use your fingers. You don't get to taste me first." I demanded, and you frowned like a kid denied candy. 

Even so, you obliged, tracing your thumb around my cleanly-shaved pussy, marveling at how wet I was. You finally pressed your thumb against my clit, pulling back the hood a little, then rubbing it in slow, circular motions. "Put your fingers inside of me," I moaned softly, "I want you to feel how tight I am." Again, you obeyed, your two fingers facing pressure as they slipped inside of me. I could feel your breathing get heavy again, and I was sure your cock was throbbing. You arched your fingers inside of me, using the come-hither motion against my G-spot, and I tilted my head back and moaned. "I'm so glad I don't have to have your cock inside me anymore. Honestly, your fingers feel ten times better," I moaned again, my cunt walls squeezing around your fingers. You swallowed thickly, but said nothing and continued to finger-fuck me. After all, it'd be the closest you'd get to fucking me from now on. 

After a few minutes, I ordered you to lick your fingers clean. You eagerly removed your fingers, sucking them until they no longer tasted like me. "You taste so fucking good, Princess." You moaned, and I smirked. "Please, please may I eat you?" You asked, and after a moment of thought, I shook my head. You knew I wanted you to beg for it. "Please do what you want to me." You breathed, eyes locked on mine. "Use me, like I deserve. Use me to bring yourself pleasure, please, Princess. Use me like your fucktoy." I spread my legs again, a silent urge to continue. You didn't hesitate, and quickly dove between my thighs, eager to taste me right from the source. As soon as your tongue touched my cunt, we moaned in unison. You showed your appreciation, eating me as if I were your last meal. You alternated swirling your tongue around my clit and taking long, slow sucks on it. I gripped your hair and pushed your face further down, raising my hips slightly as an indication to tongue-fuck me. 

Your tongue slipped inside me, stiffening into a make-shift toy. You closed your eyes and I quickly brought my hand down, slapping your cheek. "Keep your fucking eyes open." I said sternly, and you nodded, not lifting your head from between my legs. You began running your tongue up and down my slit, savoring my juices, your eyes fixed on mine. "You love tasting me, don't you? Because you're MY fucking pet. And I'm so kind, allowing you to touch me like this. Aren't I?" I cooed, to which you quickly nodded in response, refusing to take your tongue off of me. "Good boy." I smirked, licking my lips as I felt myself growing closer to orgasming. "I'm going to cum on your fucking face." I moaned, my breasts heaving as I watched you eat me out. You sucked eagerly at my clit, and I quickly came, tugging on your hair as my body trembled. "That's enough." I said after taking a moment to catch my breath, my cunt much too sensitive for you to continue. You sat up, your mouth still wet with my juices, and I smirked. "Take your cock out." 

You never looked so relieved in your life. In record speed, you unfastened your pants and exposed yourself. I smiled for a moment, the corners of my mouth twitching. I was struggling to hold back a laugh. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and let out a giggle. "Honestly, the more I look at it, the sadder it gets. I never could feel it, you know. I always just pretended to enjoy it." I said, glancing from your eyes to your cock. It twitched, and I smirked. "God, you're so pathetic. And the sick part is that you love it. You love being useless, you love knowing that you don't even deserve to be touched. You get off on it." I mocked you, and you moaned, your cock continuing to twitch.

"Y-yes, Princess. I'm worthless. I'm fucked up, I don't even deserve to taste you. F-fuck, I just...fuck." I could tell you were strained, just by the sound of your voice. You were on the verge of exploding, and I hadn't even touched you. 

"Do you want to cum?" I asked you softly, feigning an innocent voice. You responded with a weak nod, and I quickly slapped your cheek. "Use your fucking words, or I'll take them away."

"Yes Princess! Please, I want to cum so badly, I want to cum thinking about you." You nearly shouted, you were so desperate to stop talking and start cumming. I reached over and grabbed my panties, throwing them against your chest.

"Well, go on then. Jerk off." I smiled. "You're not fucking me, and I'm definitely not putting that in my mouth." I pointed to your smaller-than-average cock, turning my nose up at the thought. "So you get to use my panties. You should consider yourself lucky." 

"I do, I do. Thank you Princess, thank you for letting me use your panties." You immediately wrapped my soft panties around your cock, feeling that they were still wet. A pained moan escaped your lips as you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. "F-fuck, fuck." You whined, and I knew you were already close to cumming.

"I want you to imagine all the men I'm going to fuck. How they're going to stretch my tight little cunt out, and how you'll never get to feel me again. I want you to cum thinking about those huge fucking cocks that you'll never measure up to." I licked my lips as I spoke, watching you jerk your pathetic little cock into oblivion. You panted, rocking back and forth slightly as you began to spurt out ropes of cum. You made sure not to get any on me, and covered my panties with your hot, thick seed.

"T-thank you, thank you Princess, thank you for letting me cum. Thank you for letting me taste you. Thank you for choosing me to be your pet." You panted, your body still trembling a little from your orgasm. 

"You're welcome." I smiled. "But don't worry. Next time you won't have to imagine. Tomorrow, you're gonna watch my ex boyfriend fuck my brains out." I brushed my fingers against your cheek softly, giggling. "Then you'll finally get to see me enjoy sex."



The Princess & The Peasant



"I shall grant you three wishes, in exchange for my freedom." The pixie said to the peasant.

"I have but one wish, and should it be realized, I would forever be in your debt." The peasant said to his captive. 

"I give you three, and you only ask for one. You truly are one of a kind aren't you?" The pixie said in pure amazement. Never had she beheld a human that only wanted just one wish. 

"I am but a simple peasant, I have everything I could possibly want, except for one thing. The love of a princess. This one thing I have dreamt of all my life."

"Then it shall be yours. All you need to do is simply drink from the magic waterfall near Harthen cave. Do you know of the place?"

"Yes."

"Good, drink from that waterfall, wait three days, then she shall appear to you in a dream. Upon receiving this dream, immediately return to the waterfall, and she will be there waiting for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good because you only get one chance, screw it up, and well you get the idea."

And with that the peasant opened the cage and let the pixie go. 

"Was it worth the price you paid for me"

"Well... We shall see in three days. But just so you know, I would have released you anyways. Just wanted to know if the rumors where true," the peasant said, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, what rumors?"

"You know, of pixies granting wishes in exchange for their freedom."

"Well, you shall find out soon enough."

2

That night the peasant was lying on his straw bed, thinking about what the pixie had said. Thoughts of a princess running through his head. Black curly locks flowing in the wind, her bosom bouncing with every step. Her white dress billowing out, the light blue color of her bodice shimmering in the sun, clinging to her body. She was the woman he had dreamt about since he was a child. And now the time had finally come. He was going to finally get to meet his dream. 

What will she be like? Will she be nice, or cruel? Will she like kids? I want kids, he thought to himself as he looked through the window at the stars in the night sky.

Slowly he faded into that land best known by the night.

3

The days slowly drifted by, the peasant was in a perpetual daydream. Summer was starting to come in full force. The country side was lush and green, cattle grazing on the hill side, insects doing insect things. 

The peasant went about his daily chores, milking the cows, collecting eggs, feeding pigs. But he never once actually realized he was even moving. In his mind, he was at the waterfall, kissing the princess. Making love to her. Feeling their souls combine in a way that only true lovers ever experience.

In his fantasy the princess rode up on a white magnificent stallion, its mane fluttering in the wind. The peasant sat on the grass not ten feet from the waterfall. And he heard her approaching long before the horse appeared on the path. She was radiant, her creamy skin shimmering in the sunlight, eyes burning into his own, searching his soul. He fell instantly in love with her. She would forever hold his heart.

As she approached, he jumped to his feet. 

"Hello." He whispered in an almost inaudible voice. 

"Well hello there, and who might you be?"

"I am but a simple man, in awe of your beauty."

"Oh stop. You make me blush." The princess said giggling.

"I speak only the truth princess."

"Will you help me down?" She said, dropping her hand to his level.

He clasped it and gently grabbed her around her waist, helping her down.

"Why thank you, what a gentleman you are."

"Tis my turn to blush princess."

"No reason to be embarrassed around me. That's my job."

"You are more beautiful then a thousand sunsets," the peasant said completely awe struck by her presence.

"Really, you must stop with all the compliments. They will go straight to my head. I am already accused of having an ego the size of three kingdoms."

The peasant found it hard to believe that a creature such as this could be anything other then humble, gracious, and awe inspiring. 

"What a beautiful waterfall!" The princess exclaimed as she ran towards it.

The peasant ran after her.

Once she reached it she threw her hands in, cupping them to catch the water, and bringing them to her lips, drinking the water. The peasant noticed how luscious her lips were. Pouting, covered in raspberry juice to make them even redder. He wanted nothing more then to gently caress her lips with his own. For their tongues to touch. Their noses rubbing together. He could smell a sweet scent he couldn't place wafting from her. 

"Would you like a drink?" She said turning to him, her bosom heaving from the run to the waterfall. Trying to catch her breathe, finally catching it and drinking more water.

"No thank you ma'am. I drank my fill before your arrival." He said, unable to take his eyes off her face. 

"Awe you don't have to call me ma'am. That's so formal." She said giggling.

"Ok princess." He said, the hint of a smile crossing his face. 

"Your just as cute as you could possibly be." She said approaching him. "I bet your shy, aren't you?"

"Well maybe a little."

"Do you live around here?"

"Yes, I live a short distance up the trail, in a small farm."

"I would love to see it."

"Its nothing much princess, nothing like what your use to."

"Oh please! I'm sick of, as you say it, what I'm use to." She said smiling at him. "I want to experience more of what life has to offer then the pampering of maidens at the castle.

"And that's why I left. I'm a woman, and I need to feel like one."

"But princess won't you family worry about you?"

"They will, but I told my ladies in waiting to stall for me as long as possible. So are you going to show me your abode or not?"

"I would love to princess, but unfortunately I have to wait here for a merchant that should have been here hours ago. He refuses to go any farther up the path then this. He's not one for going out of his way. But if you wait until his arrival I'd be more then thrilled to take you to my home."

"Deal!" She said with excitement evident in her voice.

4 

They sat there by the waterfall talking. Sharing their pasts, their hopes for the future, their likes and their dislikes. They talked about kids, and family, about animals, and nature. About the true indication of a hero. She didn't believe that all knights were heroes, and that peasants had just as much courage as the best known knights. 

But mostly they shared their souls with each other. Before they knew it, the sun had started to set. And the princess declared that it was time for her to return to her castle, less the King send all the knights out in search of her.

The peasant was saddened to see her go. But he knew it was inevitable. As much as he wanted those hours to last a lifetime, it simply didn't work that way.

The peasant got up off the grass, and put his hand out to help the princess to her feet. She brushed herself off, and turned to look him in the eye.

"I've had the most wonderful day. Do you think we could do it again tomorrow?"

"I would like that!" He exclaimed, trying his hardest not to let the excitement he felt seep into his voice. 

"Good!" She said, and bent towards him, gently kissing him on the lips, "then I shall meet you here tomorrow midday."

"I shall be waiting fair princess." He said shocked from the kiss. He helped her mount her horse, and with that she bid him adieu.

5

They met like that for several weeks, each falling deeply in love with the other. Until one day they decided it was time to take their relationship to the next level.

It started like every other day when they met at midday near the waterfall. This day the peasant brought a picnic. He set it all up while he waited for her. 

She arrived at the same time she normally did, riding her white horse, wearing the prettiest dress the peasant had ever seen. It was red, with a white bodice. He helped her down like he normally did. And together they sat on the blanket and started eating the fried chicken he had brought. They talked and giggled, listened to the birds chirping, falling ever more in love.

Once lunch was over they each took turns watching their hands in the waterfall.

The princess in a playful mood, slung water at the peasant. He in turn cupped a handful from the pond under the waterfall and flung it at her. Giggling they kept it up until each was soaked, and each found themselves in the arms of the other. Their kissing, started out light, and quickly became passionate, and heavy. The princess ripped the shirt off the peasants back, never letting her mouth leave his.

The peasant then tried to remove her dress, and found it impossible. 

"You have to unbutton it from the back." The princess said in-between kisses.

Finally they broke from kissing long enough for him to help her off with her dress. And to his dismay he discovered she had on yet more layers to remove.

She stood there, in the open, with her corset, petticoats, and pantaloons on. 

She was quite a site to see. He had never been so turned on in his life.

Slowly he untied her corset, and helped her out of her petticoats. And before long, she was as naked as he was.

"Lets make love under the waterfall!" She said jumping under it, "Burr that's cold!" 

"I'll warm you up!" The peasant, said jumping in right after her.

They kissed each other, holding each other close as the water fell all around them, covering their bodies, making them feel more alive then ever.

The princess started kissing the peasants earlobe, nibbling on it. Then slowly started moving her way down his neck to his shoulder, where she proceeded to gently bite him. Biting a bit harder after a few seconds, pulling on his skin. His manhood, which had been stiff up until then, took on a new hardness previously unfelt by him. It poked her in the belly, and she giggled with excitement from the feeling. Finally her teeth released their grasp, and he held her tighter, feeling her chest pressing against his own. Water pouring down between them. He loved this woman, and wanted nothing more then to hold her for all of eternity.

He kissed her on her neck, driving her crazy with lust. Kissing his way down her chest to her breasts. Nibbling on her nipples, twisting them with his fingers, licking them with his tongue, feeling them grow in his mouth. She had the prettiest breasts he had ever seen. 

She was whimpering from the erotic feel of his mouth covering her nipple, his fingers twisting and rubbing the unoccupied one.

She wanted him in her, to feel the throbbing warmth of his shaft thrusting deep with in her womanhood. The pulse of his heart beating with in her. Their spirits combining into one.

"Lets go back to your home" She whispered.

"Ok lets."

"You know, there's something I've always wanted to try."

"Oh really?"

"Will you let me sit on your lap while we ride?"

"You mean what I think you mean?"

"Yes!"

With that they headed for the horse, he climbed up, and helped her on. The horse having only a blanket covering his back, made it easy for her to sit on the peasants lap.

She straddled him, sinking onto his manhood. Her wetness engulfing him. She hugged him tightly to her. Moaning in his ear. 

The horse started to walk down the path, with every step the peasants manhood was shoved into the princesses most private of parts.

"Faster!" She declared.

The peasant tapped the horses sides to get him to move faster. 

The thrusting increased, every gallop sending shivers up her back, sending him deeper into her. She bit down on his shoulder as an orgasm consumed her.

Finally they arrived at his farm, and managed to make it to the bed before completely tearing into each other.

"We forgot our clothes at the waterfall." He managed to sputter out once her lips finally left his own.

"That's ok, we'll get them later, the only thing I care about right now is having you."

Slowly she worked her way down his chest, gently biting here and there, nibbling on his nipples, kissing, pinching, licking, until she reached his engorged manhood. She took it in her hand and gently kissed the tip of it, taking the head into her mouth. She licked the tip with her tongue as she gently rubbed up and down the shaft. Her mouth working its way down farther and farther with each bob of her head. She felt complete power, complete lust, and complete love. His moaning drew her on further, his pleasure giving her pleasure. She brought him to the most exquisite orgasm of his adult life.

And as he lay there recovering from the experience he just had he whispered in a voice so soft that had she not been moving her way up his chest towards his face she'd never had heard it.

"I love you"

This one statement took her by complete and utter surprise. It filled her with excitement and hope.

"I love you too," She said kissing his chin, then his lips.

He held her in his arms enjoying the smoothness of her skin against his. The scent of her body filling his nose. Her warmth warming him.

After a few minutes of holding each other, he decided it was her turn. So he got up, and positioned himself over her. Slowly kissing his way down her chest, playing with her nipples, every twist eliciting another whimper from her. His tongue touching the tips, his lips caressing the sides, his hands rubbing the rest of her wonderful globes. 

His fingers tracing their way down her stomach, down her waist, further down, till they reached her inner thigh. His hands softly rubbing her soft skin between her thighs, his lips caressing them, her aroma causing him to become hard again. Her wetness apparent. Slowly he let his fingers caress the soft skin around her labia, her lips swelling with excitement. Her moans growing louder with every touch. His fingers circling her lips, his mouth kissing them, tasting her juices, his tongue softly tasting them. His fingers increasing in pressure, his tongue moving ever closer to her clit. She wanted him in the worst possible way.

His tongue started licking her lips, as his fingers found her clit and gently started rubbing it, clockwise, then counter clockwise, up and down, feeling it swell taking it in between his thump and forefinger, gently rubbing it, his lips kissing hers, her juices filling his mouth, his fingers on his other hand slowly poking into her. Moving and out slowly, then faster, then faster. One finger, then two, finally three. Filling her, kissing her, rubbing her, caressing her, her pleasure filling him with love. Her orgasm causing him to shiver with excitement.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, he had to have her once more. He climbed on top of her, and slowly entered her with his manhood. Her orgasm starting to subside.

He thrust with passion, pushing himself deep into her. Her kitten accepting him, throbbing for him, encasing him. She kissed his neck, bit his shoulder, moaned in his ear. In and out he thrust, feeling the wetness, the softness, the love emanating from her. They came in a blissful moment of mutual pleasure, and light surrounded them, filling the room, filling their eyes, filling their mind. And in that moment of ecstasy they were one, and would forever be in love. 

6

The peasant woke from his perpetual daydream on the third day. He had forgotten about what the pixie had said about the dream, had forgotten everything in fact except the waterfall, his daydream had consumed his days and nights. He went to the waterfall to meet his destiny. But when he arrived he was perplexed to find the pixie sitting on a stump near the path. 

"You know, I was going to let you come here and find out the truth for yourself, but I just couldn't do it." The pixie said.

The peasant looked at her wondering what she could possibly be talking about.

"What truth do you speak of fairy?"

"I'm a pixie! Not a fairy!"

"Sorry, Pixie," He said, "Now what's this truth you speak of?"

"Well, the truth is, pixie's don't really grant wishes. I led you to believe what you wanted, so you would release me. Your princess won't be coming."

The peasant looked at the pixie heartbroken. His whole world was turned up side down. He was so sure this was his future. And yet this tiny creature was telling him it was all a hoax. He couldn't do anything but lower his head in depression, turn around and follow the path home. 

The sun was setting and the air was starting to cool. He was almost to his farm when he heard a voice come from behind.

"Excuse me, but do I know you?" The voice of a young woman.

The peasant turned around, and his heart jumped out of his chest. For on a white horse sat a beautiful woman in a billowing white dress, with a blue bodice, hair flowing in the wind. She was in fact, his destiny.



The Princess and the Peasant Girl



Princess Charlotte searched for Thomas. He was her life long friend and it was unusual for her not to have seen him. He was the court composer at the castle so she had presumed he was busy practicing for the concert he was to play for her brother, the king. She pushed open the door of the great hall where his piano was but before she could get the chance to announce her presence she saw Thomas and a young maid, Helena, locked in a passionate embrace. Thomas' shirt was open as was Helena's, exposing her left breast. The princess stepped back. The sight of them together had made it all too real for her. She knew Thomas would never take her in that way although she longed for him inside her. She couldn't understand why he would choose a maid over her. Although Helena was very homely. She was slim and pretty and her skin was like milk. Princess Charlotte was alluring, darker than the maid. Her hair was ebony and her blue eyes like those of a cat. 

Disgruntled by her inability to take her life long friend to her bed she took a black cloak and covered her royal blue dress that was trimmed with black lace. The air outside was icy cold so she pulled the hood, covering the silver tiara that rested in her coal black curls.

As she traveled through town she kept her head down so no one would recognise her. She enjoyed being amongst her people and seeing closely what happened in the day to day lives of the peasants. The market stalls in the town square were bustling. The princess was drawn to a solitary quiet stall that was surrounded with barrels of apples. Behind the stall stood a young woman with thick blonde hair which caressed her shoulders and stretched passed her ample chest. 

"Some shiny red apples miss?" The peasant girl asked. The princess leaned over to pick one up and when she stood back up her hood slipped back revealing her blue feline eyes and her shining crown. The peasant girl was astounded. "Princess Charlotte!? Your highness you have wandered far from the palace," She said. 

"I needed to get away from the palace. Please make no fuss. I will take your apples," 

The peasant girl lifted her finger to her full pink lips. "It is our little secret, princess," Princess Charlotte smiled and lifted an apple. She bit into it and the peasant girl continued. "My name is Alana. It is a pleasure having your business," 

Charlotte smiled again. She found Alana quite endearing. She had been mostly surrounded by men for most of her life treating her as daughter, sister, friend. It was quite a change for her to have the company of another woman. As she began to pass Alana the coins for the apples their fingers touched and Alana drew hers softly over the princess' palm. "People are starting to stare," the peasant girl lowered her voice to a whisper. "If you like some peace and quiet you can come inside," The princess looked back over her shoulder and could see guards sent from the castle to find her. She couldn't face going back home to face Thomas and Helena, knowing what they had just done so she followed Alana to a nearby house where she resided. The house was small and Alana led her through to a drawing room which consisted of a sofa and a small wooden table. "Would you like some wine your highness?" Alana asked. Without waiting for an answer she disappeared into the kitchen leaving the princess to look around the humble surroundings. She returned quickly with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. Charlotte had a fondness for red wine so she accepted the glass gracefully. "I was in the crowd when your brother, King James, was crowned. I remember thinking to myself that you were very pretty," 

The princess blushed slightly. "Thank you,"

"If you don't mind my asking... why ware you so distressed?" 

"Has there ever been a man in your life you can't have? Do you know how frustrating that is?" 

Alana sipped her wine. "I have never known that" She explained. "My fondness lies with other women,"

A shock of fear and incitement shot through the princess' body. "I have never known that. It seems very... wrong," 

"It has never crossed your mind?" Alana asked. 

"I can't say the thought has never occurred," Charlotte was attracted to Alana. Her breasts were large and round and her figure full. 

"If you are frustrated by a man you can't have, why don't you have a woman. I can show you things your highness," Alana pulled her blouse open and revealed her bare breasts underneath. Their nipples were erect. "You like them don't you," 

The princess offered a wry smile. "If I want to see tits all I have to do is look in the mirror," 

The peasant girl laughed. "If you are not so shy then let me see them,"

Charlotte's snow white skin was beginning to flush as heat rushed to her face. She couldn't remove her eyes from Alana's large mounds. She pulled the long black velvet gloves from her hands and tugged the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled it down. Her own breasts were smaller than Alana's but round and firm. Alana reached out to touch them and immediately the nipples sprang to life. Charlotte's breathing became heavier. Alana pulled herself closer and the princess could feel her breasts against her own. "Are you a whore?" the princess asked. 

"No but you can make me one if you like princess," Alana said before reaching down under the princess' skirts and touching her genitals with one finger. She found them already moist. Alana leaned forward and whispered in Charlotte's ear. "Pull your knickers down,"

Charlotte laughed. "I give the orders where I am from,"

Alana stepped back. "Where are my manners?" she backed over to the sofa and sat herself down. She pulled her skirts up to reveal she was wearing no underwear. "So your highness, will you fuck me?" 

Charlotte went to Alana and went on her knees before her. She took one of her fingers and ran them softly along her thigh before inserting it into her tight space. Alana moaned with pleasure as the princess removed her fingers and inserted them again. She pushed inside the peasant girl softly at first. Alana smiled. She then pushed her fingers deeper as the juices soaked her whole finger. She pumped them inside faster and faster still until Alana began to buck her hips. "Oh your highness, will you fuck your whore?" 

Charlotte pulled her fingers out and licked them. She could taste the peasant girl on her and she enjoyed it so she put her head between Alana's legs and began to lick the rim of her pussy. Alana grabbed a fist full of Charlotte's hair and pushed her face closer. She began grinding against the princess' face until Charlotte finally inserted her tongue. "Oh yes, your highness, I am your whore," Alana cried. Charlotte tried to stand up but Alana pushed her face back down into her pussy with a strong hand. "Lick it!" she added. "Lick me!" Finally Alana pushed her back and stood up. "I want to pleasure you princess. When I saw you on the day of your brothers coronation I wanted to know what you sounded like as you were being fucked. I wanted to know if you were a squealing girl or a roaring animal. Will you let me find out? Can I do things to you Charlotte?" 

"It is, highness, to you," Charlotte barked but she took her clothes off and pulled her underwear off. Soon she was stood before another woman completely naked. "I want you to fuck me," 

Alana licked her lips in anticipation. "Get on all fours," she ordered. 

Princess Charlotte sprawled herself on the floor like the hounds at the palace during mating season. Alana came behind her, clutching her buttocks before reaching underneath and rubbing her clitoris. "Yes that feels so good!" 

"The little whore princess likes that does she?" Alana remarked before inserting her fingers inside. The princess began to writhe. "Yes!" she replied before emitting a small yelp of ecstasy as Alana inserted two fingers into her already wet pussy. The peasant girl continued to finger fuck the princess until she felt close to orgasm. The peasant girl removed her fingers. "No please don't stop. Fuck me! Make this little whore princess cum!"

"I want to fuck the princess good," Alana told her and pushed Charlotte round onto her back. She spread her legs and the princess' so their pussies were rubbing together. Alana began to grind against Charlotte emitting an intense groan as she did so. 

"What is your name again?" princess Charlotte asked. 

"Alana," explained the peasant girl. 

"Whatever... " The princess said. "Just fuck me," 

Alana bucked her hips, pounding her pussy against Charlotte's, feeling their juices. "You really are a little slut aren't you? Maybe in the palace you give the orders but here little sluts are treated accordingly," Alana leaned forward rubbing their pussies together, pumping the princess and grabbed Charlotte's tits. The princess had often brought men from the boats and those subservient to her into her chambers. Each time she fantasised about Thomas filling her. There was something about feeling the peasant girl's breasts against her that she found quite exciting. 

She looked at the peasant girl with wanting eyes as she pumped her so hard her tits were bouncing with the movements. "Little sluts have to beg for it," 

Alana groaned. Charlotte raised herself slightly so she could touch the peasant girls hardened nipples. "Please give it to me!" she gasped. 

As Alana leaned her head back, her long hair flowing down her back, she moaned. She grunted and from what seemed like nowhere Charlotte felt it build up and her pussy throbbed. "Oh god! I have never been fucked like this!" she exclaimed before having an howling orgasm. 

"Yes, Yes," cried Alana as she came too. 

Charlotte laid back and caught her breath while Alana went down on her and cleaned the essence of sex with her tongue. When she was finished she sat up and gathered her clothes. As she put her skirts back on and covered her breasts with her blouse Alana asked. "Are you leaving?" Charlotte took a couple of her gold coins from her coin purse and threw them at Alana's feet. "I am no prostitute, your highness," said the peasant girl. 

"You could have fooled me," the princess replied and she turned to leave. 

"You can never go back slut! I know how much of a whore you are! I have heard you beg me to fuck you. You will come back and I will make you pay!" the peasant girl called after the princess.



The Princess & the Penis



edited by abashed-dreamer

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The four handmaidens laid out the beautiful gown. It had just this morning arrived from Italy. Six seamstresses had worked four weeks to prepare the velvet gown to the Princess's specifications. The details in gold and pearls alone were worth a King's ransom. The handmaidens oooh'd and ahh'd over the lovely dress. One of the maids said, "The Prince will think you an angel for sure, your highness."

Being the spoiled naughty girl that she was, the Princess said, "I don't like the color. And what is that lace at the collar? I didn't ask for that. Those Italian peasants know nothing of fine work. And what do I care what the Prince thinks!?" Princess Maura picked at the priceless gown like it was a piece of dirty laundry.

"Maura," said the Princess's Nanny. "You will behave and not talk about the Prince that way. Prince Ennis is to be your husband and you will treat him with the utmost respect. You will wear the dress and be happy with it. We've no time to have another made. Now put it on for the fitting."

"Oh, Nanny Gail! But…"

"Shush girl! Put on the dress."

"Humph!" is all the Princess had to say as her handmaidens dressed her. The dress was nearly perfect. It did need to be taken out in the bust. The Princess had blossomed into quite a woman in the last twelve months. She would be eighteen on the morrow and she was going to see her husband to be, Prince Ennis for only the second time in her life. They would be married in four days. Her father, the King, had finally tired of her stalling and insisted she marry the Prince or take herself off to a nunnery.

"Are we done?" Maura asked impatiently.

"Yes, you are excused for your morning ride." Nanny directed the maids to dress her in her riding habit. As the Princess was dressed, Nanny tried to appeal to her good judgement. "Stay with your guards this time, Princess. Your marriage to the Prince of our rival kingdom to the North is not looked on favorably by many of your subjects. You could be a target for foul play." 

"I just want to go for a nice quiet ride." With that, the nasty Princess picked up her gloves and riding crop and started for the door. "And I don't care about politics or that stuffy old Prince Ennis!" She got out the door before her nanny could lecture her again.

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Gawain McConnell, also known as Our Hero, liked to think of himself as a jack-of-all-trades. The fact that the "trades" he knew ran to the illegal did not in anyway dim his high opinion of himself. Wanted in several principalities, including the current one, he still felt he did a service to the community by teaching travelers to be more careful on the road. He was a thief, but never used deadly force. Travelers could certainly run into worse than he. And if they ran into him first, they might well consider their purse to be small payment for the important lesson they learned in travel safety.

He was patting himself on his back for the fat purses he had taken that day and the fine horse and saddle he had "acquired" to carry him to the next town. Suddenly he heard a storm of hoof beats. He pulled his horse into a thicket and waited for the riders to pass. He had no wish to run into the Prince's guard.

A horse and rider were soon in view, hellbent for leather, coming towards him on the road. The rider was a woman! And a fine horsemen for one of such diminutive size. Just behind her he could see three other riders, almost at her heels. Gawain thought he might have to be noble and save the damsel. But she was increasing her lead and by no means looked in distress. By the time she made the bend in the road, she was a good 15 lengths ahead of them.

As soon as she rounded the corner, she steered her horse into the brush and dismounted. She hid as the other riders sped past. When they were out of sight around the next turn, she walked her horse out of the brush and back onto the road. "Stay with the guard, Maura. You're too young to be on your own, Maura. Marry old Ennis, Maura," she said mockingly. "That'll teach them. They can't tell me what to do!" With that she pulled herself back onto her mount and was off, laughing.

"What a spoiled little bitch," Our Hero mumbled to himself. "But she did fill out that dress nicely!" With that he was on his way again; in the opposite direction from the "little bitch".

That evening, just at dusk, it started to rain. Gawain sought the shelter of an abandoned barn, as it was still an hour or so before the next town. It was a large building with a stone foundation and loft. It looked recently used. The roof was still intact, and most the boards, in place. He started to open the door, when he heard angry voices from within.

Gawain took just a minute to find a way to get into the loft without being seen. He cautiously crept across the loft in the direction of the voices. When he neared an opening in the floor of the loft, he got down on his stomach and inched toward it to get a view of the scene below.

It was the petite horsewoman from earlier in the day! She no longer had the upper hand, however. Two rather rough looking characters had her tied to the front of one of the stalls. The "voices" he had heard were mostly her. She was yelling and cursing non-stop. The two men were settled around a small fire on the floor of the barn trying to finish their dinner. 

"My father, the King, will have you both flogged, drawn and quartered. And then he'll kill you!!" She went on and on like that, not making much sense. The men paid little attention to her. During one of her breathers, they started to talk.

"Bobby, can't we gag the bitch? She gittin' a might tiresome."

"Nah. Let her yell. Ya see, the Lord said I was not to 'urt her. Not even to have any fun wit' her. But in my way a' thinkin' all bets are off if I'm provoked. And she's getting' mighty close ta pervokin' me."

"You asses!! You have no idea who you're dealing with. When my father has you on the rack I will come and spit on you! You are nothing to me!" 

Gawain thought he had not seen a dumber woman, Princess or not. The bully in charge, Bobby, had just said if she shut up she'd be safe, a little while longer at least. But no, she had to keep on. He moved around the opening in the loft, hoping he could catch her eye.

Sure enough, as she took a deep breath, presumably to start yelling again, she looked up and saw Gawain. He motioned for her to be quiet. He should have known it was useless. Some people are just beyond help.

"Pigs! You're both pigs!!" She screamed with such force it caused the chief bully to spill from the flask he was just lifting.

"That does it, woman." He stood up and walked over to her. He started to un-button her clothes.

"You're takin' your sweet time!"

"Hey! No need ta get the Lord's ire up. We can 'ave plenty 'a fun 'at 'e'll never see. We just gotta keep her clothes clean."

"Hands off me, barbarians, the Kings men are already here. There's one in the loft ready to kill you both!"

Gawain thought he should just kill her and put them all out their misery. He jumped to his feet and looked around the loft. Against one wall was a large low wooden crate. He opened the hinged lid and crawled inside. There was enough room for four people, if they were stacked right. He hoped that, in the dim light, and with their minds on something else, they would not trouble to look in the box.

"Jax, go check the loft. She's probably lyin', but better safe than sorry."

Gawain heard Jax climb to the loft. He could also hear that damned woman continue to curse. The footsteps seemed to cover part of the loft, then they turned and went back down the stairs. When Gawain heard both male voices back on the floor of the barn, he quietly got out of the box and returned to the opening. He stayed out of sight of the Princess.

"There's nobody up there. She's just tryin' to distract us."

"We'll not be distracted anymore." The bully finished removing all the clothes he could with her still tied up. He did finally get tired of her yelling and stuck a dirty rag in her mouth. He secured it in place with a leather strap.

"Jax! Give me your belt. He made a loop with the belt and put it around her neck – making an effective leash. "OK release her hands and get the rest of her clothes off." 

It was a struggle, but Jax got the rest of her clothes off. Bobby had pretty good leverage with the leash. And he could pull it tight enough to cut off her air and that quieted her down.

Jax pulled a large wooden crate into the center of the barn. "Get up on the box. Get on all fours, bitch. Jax, it's your lucky day. I'm gonna let our little bitch here service you first." Jax eagerly started to expose himself. "Be still!" Bobby pressed his point home with a swat to her ass.

Gawain weighed his options. While he would do what he could to save the Princess's life, she had given him no reason to risk his life to prevent her being raped. He decided his best course of action was to enjoy the view and wait for the right moment to act.

And so the scene unfolded with the Princess on her hands and knees on a wooden crate. She was naked except for the "leash" which Bobby held firmly and tautly, pulling her head back to face Jax's crotch. Jax moved into position pushing his rigid cock into her not-too-eager mouth. Jax made up for the Princess's lack of conviction by grabbing her ears and using them to aid in his pummeling of her mouth. Bobby stayed busy keeping the leash taut without strangling her. As he freed his own dick, he stopped occasionally to spank her bare ass.

Just as Jax was to have his release, the doors of the barn burst open. The sudden interruption caused Jax to pull out of the Princess's mouth. She was spared a meal of Jax-cream and instead got a Jax-facial, as he spurted his jiz on her regal countenance. The Princess, with her mouth available again, immediately started to yell.

Bobby dropped the leash when he heard the door crash open. He nearly dropped his load when he turned and saw his Lord, the man who had paid him to kidnap the Princess and instructed him not to touch her standing in the doorway. He stuttered a greeting. "Prince Ennis! What a surprise!" The Prince dropped a large bundle he was carrying and walked toward the trio; there was a large mastiff at his side.

Gawain was shocked as well. Bobby had good reason to look like someone had just put his head on the block. Having spent most of his youth in the North, Gawain knew of the infamous Prince Ennis. He was known as Ennis the Punisher by his "friends". His enemies, most the residents of the North, knew him as Ennis the Penis. Prince Ennis was not a nice man.

The Princess was oblivious to the entrance of the Prince as her ears had been covered when he arrived, and she was facing away from the door. Her yelling had prevented her from hearing Bobby's feeble greeting. She only turned around when she noticed the look of terror in Jax's face. She rose up off her hands and turned to see her fiancé stride toward her. 

"Prince Ennis! You've come to save me!"

"You really are a stupid little slut," was all the Prince said before he backhanded her, sending her flying off the crate. She landed in a heap on the floor, unconscious.

Bobby had moved to stand next to Jax. And a sorry sight they were. Both men stood petrified in fear. Jax still had his breeches down around his ankles, his cock now limp. Bobby with his cock limp and exposed. The prince walked over to where his dog was sniffing the remains of the two kidnappers' dinner. Both of the plates had been sitting near the fire. The Prince picked up both plates, his leather gloves, protecting his hands from the heat. He walked deliberately over to the men and dumped the hot contents on their exposed genitals.

Both men screamed in pain and fell to the floor, clutching their privates. The Prince, as casual as you please, had a seat on the crate and waited for the two men to stop writhing. The large dog looked on intently, still interested in the scraps that were now tangled in the men's genitalia.

When the men were capable of listening, the Prince calmly said, "Stand up, you two imbeciles." They reluctantly compiled. "Bull! Stay!" The Prince had to command his dog not to go foraging for food in the men's crotches. If it were possible the two unfortunate victims now looked even more afraid.

The Prince stood and paced in front of the two men. He was a good head taller than either of them, making him imposing under any circumstances. But in their current condition, he looked absolutely overpowering. "It seems I interrupted your taking your pleasure. Although I expressly forbade you to do it, I certainly don't want to get in the way what is possibly the only joy in your lives. The question is how to proceed?" The Prince had to pause again to think and to rein in Bull, as the dog as started to creep toward the men. 

"Ah, I think I know a way to make everyone happy. But I've really no time for discussion so let me explain the terms. If you do not do as I tell you, Bull will eat you balls." Bull licked his lips. The two men grasped at their precious sacs and they knew they were screwed no matter what showed in their faces.

"Jax get on your knees." Jax did as he was told, keeping his eyes on Bull.

"Robert use his mouth to get your little cock hard." Bobby didn't really care how he got through this, he just wanted to get his pants closed and out of the Prince's range of fire. If it meant fucking Jax, he would. He shoved his tool into Jax'x mouth. As the action began to heat up Bull, apparently a passionate animal, mounted the kneeling Jax and was nearly successful in penetrating his tight ass.

When the Prince could see Bobby was hard, he pushed Bull off of Jax. Jax started to wretch and tried to cover his balls with one hand. He was still worried that Bull would go for his meat flavored sac.

"Now, Robert, mount your jackass partner like the pig that you are." Both men started to protest, but cut their pleas short as Bull growled. Our Hero, still watching the proceedings, could see that Bobby was not a small man. He was sorry to see that Jax did not take it like man, indeed, he pretty much squealed like a pig. He could see that if a fight were to ensue, Jax would probably be out of the picture.

Bobby rammed his rod into Jax with no mercy. He wasn't about to let concern for his friend interfere with his self-preservation. And this wasn't so bad; Jax did have a nice tight ass. Bobby grunted in effort as he reamed Jax and came in short order. He continued to pump the poor man until he was limp, just to be sure he was in full compliance with the Prince's orders. 

When Bobby pulled out, Jax crawled into the corner of the stall, and that is the last Our Hero saw of him. Bobby quickly put his package back in his breeches and composed himself. He needed to find a weapon, as the Prince was known for only being satisfied when those that disobeyed him were dead.

The Prince's anger at his two servants seemed to be appeased for the time being. Now he turned his attention on his fiancée. "I want the lovely Princess trussed for my use. Get a rope over that rafter." He went on to direct the Princess's hands to be tied to the rope. She was then hoisted up so that her feet were nearly a foot off the ground. This put her waist just below the Prince's waist. He had Bobby put a large crate below her legs, so that kneeling on the crate, her face was level with the Prince's. Her arms were slack but still held above her head.

The Prince removed his leather gloves and approached the Princess. Her eyes fluttered and she started to come around. The Prince put his hands on either side of her chest and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned as her eyes opened.

"My Prince!" She said, half questioning, half grateful. "You've come to save me?".

"Yes, my fine Princess. But it seems you've been a naughty girl." The Prince talked as if trying to entice a wild animal or convince a two year old to come down out of a tree. He ran his hands slowly down her sides and back up again. He pinched her tender nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ow! Oh! My Prince. It wasn't me. It was those awful men. They made me do things. Nasty, awful things!" She sucked in her breath as his hand ran down her sides and his thumbs teased across to her navel.

"I imagine they were terrible, nasty things. Something a good girl like you wouldn't like at all." The Prince ran his hand down to her thighs and around to between her legs. He bent his head down and gently sucked on her breast. He loved the feel of a virgin in his hands. Her soft skin, her eager sighs – soon she would be his forever.

"Ah. No. No. Not at all.'' Her no's sounded very much like "yes, yes, please don't stop". Her head fell back.

The Prince stopped suckling at her breasts. "They didn't actually … penetrate you did they?"

"Oh No. Oh yesss." She said as his mouth was on her breast again and his deft fingers started to play at her clit. Her head was thrown back and lolling from side to side.

"I must be sure, don't you think, my lovely?"

"Well…yes. Yesss." The Princess moaned again as his hands navigated south.

The Prince rudely pushed a finger into her cunt. "Why yes; your maidenhead is still in place."

The Princesses head snapped upright. "How dare you! Of course. I will be married a virgin! I am no common slut. I am a Princess!"

The Prince said nothing. He kissed her on the lips, gently parting them and probing slightly into her mouth. He then took his kisses down her body, lingering on her neck. When he got to her breast, he took a great deal of it in his mouth and sucked and kneaded it with his tongue. His hand had gone back to her clit. His free hand was at her back holding her against him.

It wasn't long before her head jerked and she started to moan. The Prince was really quite skilled. He would drive her to within a hair of her climax and then back off. Soon her moans were more urgent. He lifted his head and taunted her. "Is there something you want Princess? Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes, please. Please."

Please what, dear Princess?

"I want…. I need….,"

The Prince slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. Only about two inches deep. He moved them in and out, very slowly; rubbing her clit as her did so. When he inserted a third finger, she moaned and ground against his hand. "Yes, yes. Please give me more. More inside of me."

The Prince released the Princess and stood back. She looked at him in shock and frustration at the sudden halt. The Prince again teased. "Tsk Tsk. What a naughty little Princess. Why, you are no more than a common slut. Asking a man to fill you, to put it in you. I could hardly marry you now." He paused as she gasped and sputtered. "But I can certainly accommodate you."

The tone of the final comment had the Princess's full attention. She watched in silence as the Prince reached for the scabbard at his side and withdrew a large dagger. The handle looked like ivory. It was large, straight and long. The handle must have measured nine inches, about the same length as the blade of the dagger.

The Princess shuddered as the Prince walked back to her. He held the dagger in his fist so that four inches of the ridged ivory handle stuck out the top of this fist and the blade stuck out the other side. He rubbed the smooth top of the handle over her swollen clit, and she sucked in her breath. "Such a hot little slut, my lovely." As she opened her mouth to protest the Prince pushed the handle of the dagger into her cunt with enough force to break through her maidenhead.

The Princess screamed and started to curse. "You evil bastard! Get your filthy hands of me! My father will not allow you to marry me now. I will tell him how cruel you are. I will tell him you are a pervert!"




The Princess and the Penis



Let us say, for the sake of brevity, you have just read a very well written, emotionally involved tale wherein a prince or knight has overcome a dragon or other seemingly impossible task and has now arrived to claim his reward: a night with the king's (young, virgin) daughter.

The heavy wooden door slammed behind him. She couldn't make out more than an outline, though her handmaids had sworn he was one of the most attractive suitors to date. 

"Princess!" He declared loudly into the chamber. "Step forth so I may look up on you. I have heard far and wide of your beauty."

"Have you, kind sir, ever heard of a princess who was not beautiful?" she retorted

"Ah, sassy I see." He remarked, "I shall make quick work of your quick wit. Please, step forth." 

No response from the darkness. He could make out the shape of a large bed, laden with fancy pillows and animal skins. A small window to the right of the bed was also visible, the last hints of daylight fading in the sky. But he could not see the princess, he knew she was there, her father, the king, had promised she would be and the king's word is law.

"Princess," he tried again, "let's cut to the chase. I went out on a ridiculous quest, defeated an undefeatable foe, came back against all odds and now I want my reward and that reward is your sweet, sweet..."

She cut him off, "my sweet, sweet what, sir? You've not even looked upon my face, how would thou knowest if I am sweet, sweet anything?"

"Please, princess, step into the light of my candle so that I may decide for myself." Still no response. "Look, this will happen. You can step into the light, let me whisper some sweet nothings in your ear and then give yourself to me, or I can chase you around in the darkness and take you. Either way, you are mine."

She chuckled.

"Just remember, when I'm piercing your maidenhead with my sword, you chose this." He stepped towards the bed, hoping his eyes would find any movement, he'd worked too hard and too long to give up on the very hearth of actualization. 

There it was, a slight glimmer of something, just below the window. He moved quickly towards it. He thrust his hand into the darkness. His hand came up against flesh. Soft and silken. He pulled her wrist upwards and held the candle to her face.

The light glimmered in her gentle, gray eyes; her mouth, sweet pink lips, pulled into a defiant grin. Long, blond hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall. A slight nose and a blush in her cheeks. He could feel himself growing aroused as she slowly licked her lips.

"You caught me." She stated, staring him down. "What next?"

He drew his hand up and slapped her across the face. "You do not speak to me like that. You call me sir."

Her eyes maintained their glimmer as she purred demurely, "you caught me, sir. What next?"

"You will remove your garments. I wish to look upon my reward."

"My body is to you a reward, you have fought hard for it. Would you not like to savor your just desserts, sir?"

He was confused, he was certain he should be in control, yet this princess seemed his mental match. "You will slowly remove your garments," he stated, attempting to regain control.

For the first time since their meeting, the princess did as she was told. Slipping her garments to the cold, stone floor.

The moon now came through the window, the light from behind made her hair glow. Her breasts were pert and young, not saggy like the bar wenches he normally rode. Her body had curves that could inspire fine poetry, but this evening the only thing they were inspiring was his desire to feel himself inside of her.

"Now it's your turn, sir." The princess cooed at him. 

"My turn for what?" 

"Your turn to remove your garments, sir." Now he was even more confused, he'd planned to be in control, perhaps even take this princess without her consent, but here she was playing mind games with him. He wanted to throw her down on the bed and thrust himself into her, but something about this princess made him want to play the game.

He removed his garments as well. His chest broad and hairy, shoulders muscular, torso marred with signs of battle. A well-trimmed beard covered his chin and his bright, blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Does this please you, princess?" he found himself asking.

"Very much," she responded, taking a long look up and down her hero. Her eyes stopped on his massive erection. It was the first time she'd ever seen a naked man. He watched as her eyes grew big, staring intently at his manhood.

"Don't worry, it'll fit." He grinned as he pushed her backwards onto the bed. "Now," he said, "this is more like it." He ran his fingers, rough from his travels, across her body. She could feel her skin responding, raising up with little goosebumps. As his hands crept lower and lower she felt a response she'd not experienced before. A gentle tingle between her legs. She was not exactly certain of what would transpire, but she knew it had something to do with what was between her legs, a dark, velvety secret that smelled of honey. She'd done a bit of exploring with her fingers, she knew it felt very good if she stroked it, but it was for her future man, she knew, so she left it mostly alone.

His fingers traveled across her breasts, tracing a line deeper and deeper down her stomach, closer and closer to the place she now felt fire. The closer his hands got, the more her body responded, raising her hips, moaning a bit. 

"Ah, now you want to play along, princess?" He murmured in her ear, "all in good time, sweet thing, all in good time." He kissed her collarbone and her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples between his fingers and watching as they became erect. He sucked on one, biting just a bit and flicking with his tongue. She moaned again. He was ready for his reward.

He sat up, she followed suit. "Princess, I want your mouth on my cock." The princess looked confused.

"I did not know what to expect, but I thought it involved something other than my mouth." She responded innocently. He took her head and guided her over his member, then slowly he pushed her head downwards. Her ruby lips parted and hungrily she took him in, licking and sucking. A natural born cock sucker. She bobbed her head with accuracy, tasting his manhood, her nose buried in his deep bush. 

"Stop now." He commanded. 

She looked lost, "was I not good for you?" 

"Oh no, too good if you know what I mean." She did not. "Now it is your turn, princess." She laid back on the bed and he began covering her in kisses, leisurely making his way downwards, towards that special place that felt like it might explode. He spread her legs and his tongue made its first foray, tasting her sweet juices. His whiskers tickled her thighs and she giggled, giggled and wiggled, pressing her cunt against his mouth. He traced her outer lips, giving special attention to her clit, he loved feeling her shiver as he hit the right spot. She wasn't sure what was happening, all she knew was that she had never felt like this before, that her body was possessed and the only thing she could think of was the pleasure between her legs. She felt something building inside of herself, a wave of pleasure she could not stop, she screamed as her toes curled and her hips raised even higher, smashing down upon his whiskered face.

She lay panting and now he knew it was time to make his final assault. To take her maidenhead. He rolled her onto her stomach, then bent her legs under her. "I want you to stay in this position, princess. I am going to take my reward now."

He took her hips in his hands, placed the tip of his cock at the opening to her, now sopping wet, pussy and, in one fell swoop pressed himself deep inside her. He felt her maidenhead give way as he thrust as deeply as possible. She squirmed, pressing back on him as he hit against her cervix. Slowly at first he began making deep, powerful thrusts. The princess was bucking and moaning, deep throaty sounds that sounded almost animal like. Over and over he assaulted her chamber, and every time she pressed harder back against this siege. 

Suddenly, he felt her muscles contract around his cock, he felt her body go tight then limp as she whimpered softly into the darkness, collapsing beneath him. This was enough for him, his own body erupted, sending his seed deep into her womb.

Together they lay in the darkness, panting, out of breath. 

"So, that was it, huh?" she asked.

"Not if I didn't fuck the sassy out of you." He responded, kissing her, holding her down and preparing to remount his assault.



The Princess and the Penis



Once upon a time there was a prince named Cedric who lived in a faraway land in a castle in the middle of the woods. He desperately wanted to marry, but his mother the queen insisted that he marry a real princess. He met few women in his isolated part of the world, and those that he met did not meet his mother's standard.

One evening there was a dreadful storm, with thunder and wind and pouring rain. In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the door of the castle. There stood a woman dressed in a cape, soaked to the skin. The servant who answered the door let her in and asked her what her business was. The woman declared that she was a princess, and that she sought shelter from the storm.

The queen was summoned, and she looked at the woman eagerly.

'Are you really a princess?' she asked the woman.

'I am, your majesty. My name is Princess Miranda.'

The queen looked at her. She was certainly beautiful, with long dark hair, big brown eyes and full, pink lips. She called for her son.

Down the stairs came Prince Cedric, and he was stunned at what he saw. Miranda was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He introduced himself and they looked at each other; the attraction was obvious. 

The queen saw that her son liked Miranda, and decided to give her a chance. But before she could allow them to marry, she had to prove that Miranda really was a princess. So while Miranda bathed and changed her clothes, the queen went into the guest bedroom, took off the bed clothes and placed a pea on the bedstead. Then she piled ten feather mattresses on top of the pea. 

In the morning, the queen knocked on Miranda's door and bustled into the room without waiting for a reply.

'Well, how did you sleep, my dear?' she asked excitedly.

'Oh, not very well I'm afraid. I was lying on something hard all night.'

The queen gasped and called for Cedric, who was listening just outside the door.

When he arrived in the room, his mother took his hand and looked at him with tears in her eyes. 

'My dear son, she is a princess!'

Cedric's eyes lit up and he went to the bed, where Miranda was now sitting up, and kissed her smooth white hand. 

'Miranda, I loved you from the moment I saw you and I knew you were the one for me. Will you marry me?'

Miranda smiled and, gazing lovingly into his eyes, said, 'Of course.'

The queen clapped her hands with delight and declared, 'You shall be married this very day!' as she bustled out of the room.

Now alone with his betrothed, Cedric leaned forward and kissed her gently on her soft, pink lips.

'I knew you'd pass my mother's silly test,' he said.

'What test?' asked Miranda.

'Why, the test of the pea! She placed a pea under all those mattresses to see if it would keep you awake. Only a real princess would be sensitive enough to feel it, you see.'

'But I didn't feel a pea,' said Miranda.

'But... I don't understand. You said you were lying on something hard all night.'

Miranda smiled shyly. 'Oh... but that wasn't a pea.'

'What then?' asked Cedric, confused.

'If I tell you, you must promise to keep it a secret. Especially from your mother. And you must promise to still love me, and to marry me regardless.'

'Of course, my dear Miranda,' replied Cedric. 'I don't even care if you are a princess. It's only my mother who cares.'

'Alright. I'll show you, then.'

She smiled and placed a kiss on Cedric's lips. Then she lowered the coverlet, which she had pulled up under her arms; Cedric gazed in wonder at her breasts, which heaved at her silky night-dress. Seeing his wide eyes, Miranda bit her lip coquettishly and said, 'Tonight, my love, is our wedding night, and you shall touch my body all you wish.'

Cedric gulped. He was, of course, a virgin.

Miranda lowered the coverlet further, revealing her slim, smooth legs. 'You promise not to tell anyone about my secret?'

'I promise,' said Cedric.

With no further ado, she began pulling up her night-dress. Cedric's eyes opened even wider. It was now halfway up her thighs, and she paused. Looking up at him to gauge his reaction, she pulled it up all the way. There, in between her legs, there nestled a long, smooth penis, with a glossy pink head. It was still slightly engorged.

'This is what was keeping me awake, you see. It was hard all night!'

'But... but... what is it?' stammered Cedric, not able to take his eyes from it.

Miranda laughed. 'Oh, you silly. It's a penis. Just like yours!'

Now Cedric had lived a very sheltered life. His father, the king, had died when he was a boy, and he had grown up in the isolated castle with just his mother and two elderly male servants; he had never seen a naked woman before, and he had never learnt about the facts of life. So he had no idea that Miranda was, in fact, a special kind of woman.

'Well?' said Miranda. 'Do you like it?'

Cedric had been staring at Miranda's secret, but now he wrenched his eyes away and looked her in the eyes.

'My dear Miranda, I love it. It's so much longer than mine!'

Miranda smiled. 'Well, tonight you can do whatever you like to it. You can touch it and play with it and even put it in your mouth if you like.'

'Should you like that?'

'Oh yes, very much.'

'Then I shall do it gladly,' said Cedric. 

Miranda pulled her night-dress down over her penis and pulled up the coverlet again. She reached out her hands to Cedric, who took them. 'Oh, my dear prince, I'm so happy that you like my secret,' she said. 'We shall have such fun together tonight. There's another thing, a very special thing, that I should like to do to you with my cock.'

'Your... cock?' 

She laughed again. 'It's another name for the penis.'

'Yes, I see... Your cock. You're going to do a special thing to me with your cock. Well, I can hardly wait!'

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After the wedding – a simple affair held that afternoon in the chapel of the castle – the happy couple ate a lavish dinner with the queen. When they had finished dessert, the queen looked at them warmly and smiled. 

'My dears, I'm so happy that you found each other. Tonight is a very special night for you!' she said, with a twinkle in her eye. Then she became wistful: 'I remember my wedding night with your dear departed father, Cedric... Well, anyway. I wish you both the best.'

So saying, she got up from her chair and kissed them both on the forehead, before bidding them good night and heading up to her room.

'Well, my darling wife,' said Cedric. 'It's time for us to go to bed and do all of those special things you were telling me about.'

Moments later, they stood facing each other in the bedroom. The pile of mattresses had been cleared leaving just one in the four-poster bed; fresh roses had been placed in vases around the room and candles had been lit. Cedric looked at his bride. She wore a simple dress of pure white silk which clung to her ample bosom and curvy hips. Underneath her veil, her dark hair fell in curls over her shoulders.

'You are beautiful,' he said, reaching out his hands to her. She took them and looked back at him. 

'And you are very handsome in that velvet jacket.'

They smiled at each other, and he drew her towards him and kissed her on the lips. Initially he kept his lips clasped together, but when she opened her soft, moist lips in a passionate kiss he followed suit, their warm mouths meeting. They kissed long and deep, her soft body pressed against his.

They paused, and Cedric looked down into her eyes. 'The curious thing is,' he said, 'that even though your cock is very big, I can't see it through your dress.'

She smiled. 'That's because I've hidden it away. Don't forget it's a secret, just for the two of us!'

'Of course,' he replied.

'Now would you like to see it again?'

'Oh yes,' he grinned.

She had him help her with her dress, undoing the clasps at the back. Then, facing him again, she slipped her dress down over her breasts. She undid her lacy bra, releasing the perfect white globes of her breasts with their perky pink nipples. Then she slipped the dress down further, over her hips and down to her ankles, before stepping out of it. She stood before him now dressed only in a veil, a pair of lacy knickers, a wedding garter and a pair of white heels. In the candlelight, her smooth, curvy body with her narrow waist and slim legs looked divine.

Now she toyed with her knickers flirtatiously, teasing him by starting to pull them down, then pulling them up again. 

'Oh, please show me your lovely cock, my darling Miranda,' he pleaded.

At that, she pulled her knickers down over her ankles and stepped out of them, revealing a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. She parted her legs slightly, and reaching in between them she pulled out her package, which had been tucked away. 

'May I touch it?' asked Cedric, and she nodded.

He reached down and took her long, thick member in his hand. 'It's warm,' he said, looking up at her excitedly. 'And I can feel it getting harder.' 

'If you move your hand up and down it'll get harder still,' said Miranda.

She guided his hand, and he slowly began jerking her off. 

'My, it's getting bigger and bigger!' he exclaimed.

By now she was almost fully erect, her girth filling his hand. 

'Why don't you go and sit on the edge of the bed?' she said. 

He did as she asked, and looked at her in all her glory: at her slim legs, made even longer by her heels, at her full, round breasts, and – best of all – at her erection, which stood hard and proud. She walked towards him, her cock swaying slightly as she did so. He was now at eye level with her big secret. He knew what to do with it now, gripping it and running his hand up and down the shaft and over the swollen pink head.

'Would you like to try putting it in your mouth?' asked Miranda.

'Certainly, my love.'

He bent down and took the head between his lips, but then did nothing. She laughed lightly. 'Oh Cedric, you have so much to learn. You have to suck! That's better... Now, move your head up and down. No, keep on sucking while you move. Good, that's it. Breathe through your nose. OK, now hold my penis around the base with one hand. Good... that feels good, Cedric. Now try to take more of my cock in your mouth... That's it... a bit more... deeper... deeper...'

By now he was chugging noisily on her cock, slurping his way up and down, taking most of the eight-inch length into his novice mouth.

'Mmmm...,' she intoned, running her hands through his hair and pushing his head further down onto her long hard dick.

'Wait,' she said. 

He paused. 'What is it, my love? Did I do something wrong?'

'Oh, no Cedric, you were sucking my cock very well indeed. But I'd like to do something else to you now.'

'Is it the special thing you talked about before?' he asked, his eyes lighting up.

'It is, my darling. Stand up and pull down your breeches.' He did so, but did not remove his underpants. She laughed again. 'Take everything off!' He pulled them down, revealing his own penis, which was only five inches long but which was jutting out in his excitement. 

He looked down. 'See, my penis is hard just like yours!'

'Yes, my darling. And later, I'll suck your penis like you sucked mine. But first of all, I want you to turn round and bend over the bed.'

With his white breeches still round his ankles, he bent over, his round white bottom pointing towards her. She knew his asshole would be very tight indeed, so earlier in the day she'd concealed some goose fat in a jar under the bed; she got it out, and smeared the fat liberally round his virgin anus and on her thick, hard cock.

'Are you ready?' asked Miranda.

'Oh yes,' said Cedric, his voice muffled by the bedclothes.

She placed the tip of her cock on the pink ring of his asshole and, bracing her hips, she pushed. As she'd expected, there was some resistance, and she decided to loosen him up first with her fingers. She dipped her fingers in the goose fat and slid in one, then two; she heard a muffled 'I say!' from Cedric. Once she'd slid her two fingers inside him up to the knuckle, she thought she'd try her cock again. There was still some resistance, but this time his anus spread to allow her entry, and she fed in the swollen head.

'Aah!' cried Cedric.

'Don't worry, my darling, it'll hurt at first but soon you'll start enjoying it.'

'Yes, my dear,' he said through gritted teeth.

Gradually she slid some more of her shaft into his back passage, then started thrusting gently into him, going deeper with every thrust.

'Does it feel good, my love?' she asked as she pumped into him.

'Mmm yes my dear, your cock feels very big inside me!'

Gripping his hips, her thrusts became more and more vigorous, and now she was slamming her huge cock into him, her tits bouncing as she reamed him, desperate to inject him with her hot cum, and she ignored his cries now, fucking him furiously, burying her throbbing cock up to the balls with every stroke, and now she could feel her orgasm coming and she gripped his hair, pulling his head back as she unleashed wad after wad of hot spunk inside him. Withdrawing from his ass, she squeezed the last few drops of cum from the tip of her cock onto his butt cheeks. 

'It's your turn now,' she said. 'Turn round and sit on the edge of the bed.'

Gingerly he got up and sat, his small cock still sticking up.

As she expertly teased into to its full hardness, she smiled at him and said, 'I hope you're not too sore.'

'A little, my dear. Your penis is awfully big! It was very tight inside me, wasn't it?'

'It felt very good though. And it won't hurt so much the next time. We'll have to practise every day!'

'I should like that very much,' said Cedric.

As they finished speaking, she realised that his prick was gushing onto her hand; she squeezed him dry, then licked her hand clean of the warm salty spunk.

'Well, Cedric,' she said after she'd kissed him with lips which tasted of his cum, 'I feel certain that we're going to live happily ever after!'



The Princess and the Penis



Once upon a time in a land far away in a gorgeous castle, there lives Princess Lily. Princess Lily led a good life with the people of her kingdom. During the day she spent her time with the children making them laugh and giggle. But during the night she spent her time in the dungeon of the castle. Now this isn't your typical dungeon. This is a BDSM dungeon. She spent her nights being a sub to the best dom in the kingdom. He is known as Ryder. He is very to himself. He only talks in the dungeon and when he has to. 

One day he was walking through the corridors of Princess Lily's castle when he ran into her. Literally. She gives a little ump of protest. He looks down at her from bus towering frame and a smile begins on his face. She blushes a furious pink and looks away to her feet. He slowly raises his arm and shucks her under her chin. He looks into her eyes and says with passion underlying in his eyes, "One hour. The tower." A knowing look shows with excitement peeking through. She nods quickly and turns to run the other direction. He catches her on the arm and twists and yanks her to his body. 

"'Till later," he says, with his lips a breaths worth away from hers. He presses his lips to hers for a kiss of the century. He presses his hands to her back and brings her closer to him. Her arms snake up his torso to his neck and wraps around it. He pushes her to the closest wall and presses her into it so she is sandwiched between him and the wall. He comes up for air and looks at her. 

She opens her eyes with heavy lids and replies, "'Till later." 

The hour passes much to slow for the princess as she waits in the tower for Ryder. The anticipation of what is about to happen is driving her mad with lust. However the hour comes and goes along with a second. Starting to get discouraged slightly, she begins to dress. Suddenly the familiar knock on the heavy wooden door that she knows can only be one person, Ryder. She calls for him to enter and the door slowly creeps open and the massive silhouette labors into the dark room. The skin showing through the tattered rags that were once clothes was glistening with sweat and the muscles rippled with strength on each movement. In her sexy lingerie she runs over to help him to the bed so that he can rest and pulls him out of his tattered rags so he could cool off. 

After sitting for a minute or two he begins telling the story of how he defeated a legion of bandits trying to kidnap her. He paused a moment to take a shaky breath as he had cracked a few ribs in the fight. Lily then laid him back on the bed to massage the stress and tension out of his sculpted muscles. Getting lighter as she neared his groin. Then adding pressure when her hands where within inches of the shaft right on the calves. At this Ryder began to become erect, only to be left high and dry by the teasing as Lily moved to his powerful neck and shoulders as she striped herself of the undergarments. Then slowly down his chest dangling her full firm DD breasts in front of his face. Ryder took the opportunity and flicked each erect nipple with his tongue. This shattered her will to resist the pleasures that he brought her every time they were alone. She reached below his waist, grabbed his stiff member with both hands and began the slow pleasurable rhythm she had used many times before as she crawled onto the bed over Ryder's head and waited with her moist womanhood poised above his face leaking the delicious aroma of love and desire. 

Ryder took the invitation to tease as he snapped both her wrists in his large fist and kissed and lightly nibbled the princess' clit. He then reached under the bed, grab the handcuffs that the both knew were there and threw them on Lily's wrists. Grabbing the chain he forced her to the wall that was strewn with toys of pleasurable torture. Ryder then proceeded to hang her by the arms on the lone hook set so she could just touch the ground flat foot and grabbed the largest of three iron dildos and forced the smooth, un-lubed metal into her ass. Lily screamed in ecstasy and pain as the large, cold rod was forced in and out of her puckering hole. Then, shoving the dildo as deep as he could Ryder let it sit, stretching the tiny opening to a massive 4 inch diameter as he began to fondle her tits. The fondling then led to groping then to gripping. Having Ryder so forcefully play with her breasts was turning Lily on greatly. So much in fact she was begging for her lovers thick cock. 

Ryder suddenly heard voices outside the room and immediately gagged the princess, then continued the rough foreplay. Then, shackling her ankles, he hoisted her legs up to a hook that was hanging from the ceiling in order to get a better angle at the royal vagina. Writhing in pleasure the princess was rattling the chains loudly fortunately the room was often filled with screams of pain and rattling chains and so nobody suspected the screams of pleasure. The muffling of the gag not only helped hide the truth about what was going on inside but also helped with Ryder's energy as he begun to stroke his long cock against her pussy lips. Finally, after an agonizing yet arousing half hour of teasing on both sides, Ryder snapped and dove in "head" first, causing the princess yet another exhausting orgasm. 

They fucked and fucked until Ryder reached his release giving Lily her greatest orgasm of the night. Ryder then unhooked Lily and removed the chains before laying her down on the bed to sleep as he washed himself and left. 

The next few days were fairly uneventful for the princess as Ryder had left town for business. At the end of the weekend, Lily was coming up to the stables to check on her horses, when she noticed the familiar shape of her lover in the doorway. She could see he was talking to someone inside the long stout building but couldn't see who. So she crept up to him as best she could, but he turned before she got close enough to surprise him. Ryder ran over, picked her up and carried her inside the stables where she saw the most pure white stallion that had ever existed. It seemed to have the perfect light on its lush coat even though the sun had almost set. She was dumbstruck as she had never seen such a beautiful horse in her life. Ryder told her it was a gift to be used only for pleasure and never for work. 

As the horse turned to face the princess she noticed right away what was so special about the horse. A lone pearly horn stuck straight out of its head about a foot and a half long and dead center, an inch above its eyes of chocolate. Still wondering about the pleasure advice, Lily looked under the creatures belly and immediately understood as she saw the massive dual penises. She reached out in curiosity and felt each one individually then together. Each one weighed close to five pounds and was warm to the touch as both penises grew in length and girth. Ryder patted the unicorn's nose and nodded. To this the beast spoke to Lily telling her to strip and turn around on her hands and knees. 

As she turned, Lily felt the firm yet spongy head of each penis on a hole, one on her vagina and the other on her anus. Then, in a quick thrust she felt so full, but no more than she could take without pain. As the unicorn pumped and thrusted, she felt herself stretching around the dual cocks. With eyes clenched shut in pure ecstasy, Lily failed to see Ryder approaching from the front with pants at his ankles and a strong erection in front until she smelled his manhood's musky odor and felt the tip on her lips. 

She drew the penis into her mouth and began to suck and bob her head as Ryder thrust into her mouth. In no time at all, Lily had worked Ryder's penis into her throat and began moaning and humming bringing him beyond any pleasure he had ever felt, causing him to shoot streams of hot cum down into the princess' stomach. The feeling was incredible for Lily, and with all the cocks inside her she exploded. Her orgasm hit like a freight train and she rode the waves of pleasure till she passed out from joy and exhaustion. As soon as Ryder felt her go limp he pulled out and the unicorn followed suit. Ryder checked for a pulse and found it steady and strong but a little fast due to the exercise of the good fucking they gave her.



The Princess & the Penis



The Prince was undaunted. He slowly moved the ivory in and out and held her still with a twist of her nipples. She just kept yelling, apparently not at all excited by ivory dildos. 

Bobby had taken the opportunity, as the Prince's attention was on the Princess, to move toward the door. He was backing toward the door when he tripped over the large bundle that the Prince had dropped when we arrived. Bobby loudly fell to the ground. 

The Prince and Gawain's attention were now on the bundle on the ground. It moved. It wiggled and soon a woman emerged. The woman eventually stood, requiring some degree of agility, as her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were bound as well. Then she saw the young woman, naked, hanging from a rope and she screamed. Gawain had to give her some credit, as most women he knew would fainted dead away.

The Princess didn't miss a beat. "Who's the bitch in the bag!?"

The Prince moved toward the new arrival. He walked over to Bobby and pulled him up by his shirt. "Planning on going somewhere? I don't think so. Loosen the slut's ropes." Bobby looked between the two women apparently trying to decide which slut. He finally decided on the Princess. 

Gawain noticed that whenever the Prince and Bobby's attention would move away from her, the new woman would work at the ropes on her feet, wriggling to try and loosen them. Unlike the Princess, this woman knew the value of silence.

The Prince had Bobby lower the Princess so that her head was nearly on the crate upon which she kneeled. He had Bobby tie her wrists to knees, so her face was against the wooden crate and her ass was up in the air, and quite exposed. He threw a pint of ale on her face and let Bull lick her face clean. The combination of cum and ale seemed to be to his liking. The Princess had gotten way too much of Bull's tongue before she realized that keeping still and her mouth shut was the best approach.

The Prince thought it was time his fiancee learned the whole story. "My dear Princess. Let me introduce Millie." He stopped for effect and for the first time Bobby and Gawain (from above), looked at the two women. They were almost identical. 

"Imagine my surprise," the Prince continued. "On a visit to Madame Rose's whorehouse, I find her newest girl is a dead ringer for my lovely Princess." He laughed at a joke only he understood. He had a really nasty laugh. It made Gawain want to wretch. 

He went on. "And that is when my brilliant plan came to me. With a Princess look alike I could have everything I wanted. I would drive the King into a frenzy that would have him sending troops to the North. And I would have the virgin Princess to do with as I will."

"Please, Sir. Please let me go. I see you have another girl. I don't need me." Millie pleaded with the Prince. 

Gawain looked carefully at Millie. He thought there was a slight resemblance between her and the bitchy Princess. But surely Millie was much more the beauty. He'd take her quiet strength over the naughty Princess any day. Millie was a damsel worth saving. He was sure the Prince had more evil in mind and decided it was time to act. As the Prince detailed his plans to the Princess, Gawain searched the loft for supplies and waited for the right moment. 

"No, No, my sweet little whore. You are integral to my plan." The Prince turned back to the Princess. He could not resist tormenting the young woman. He ran his over her rear and between her ass cheeks as he talked. He was quite surprised to see the Princess was not so bothered by his attention to her ass. He continued to explain his brilliant plan.

"I can see you still don't understand. Bobby will be taking you, my Princess slut, back to my castle. Millie will be found dead on the road back to your father's palace. She will be found in your riding habit, clearly murdered by the barbarians of the far North." Bobby noticed for the first time that Millie was wearing an identical outfit to the one the Princess had arrived in.

"The King, grief stricken by the death of this only daughter will be consoled by me. I will swear to avenge you with the help of the King's troops. Of course I will use the troops for my own gain. And," The Prince pinched the Princess's ass for effect. "And I will have the Princess to do with as I will. And I will…I will introduce you to pain and pleasure like you never knew." The Prince laughed his ugly laugh, obviously pleased that he had impressed everyone with his cunning.

Now, a smart, good little Princess would have known this was no time to be impertinent. But our Princess was naughty and none too bright. "You evil man! You bastard! You will never get away with it. My Nanny will know that this….whore….isn't me! Your plan will be foiled."

"And who my dear, do you think helped me get your matching riding habit? Why it was your dear Nanny. Nanny Gail has been in my employ for years. I wanted to have you clean for me. I wanted a virgin for my dungeon. Nanny Gail made sure of that."

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The Princess screamed and twisted. "You have no shame! Employing a woman to aid you. You cowardly bastard!"

Now that was a mistake. The Prince did not like to be called a coward. He turned on the Princess and soon she was to be subject to a new kind of humiliation.

Meanwhile Our Hero had found a length of rope. Millie had wriggled her feet free from the rope, and moved toward the door. At this moment she was under the loft. While Bobby and the Prince worked on the Princess, Gawain lowered a rope around Millie. She kept quiet and still as Gawain lifted the petite woman into the loft.

The Prince grabbed the Princess by both cheeks, pinching hard. "Now Princess, please yell for me. Yell all you like. I want to hear it. I want to hear each second of your pain. And if anything other than a yell of pain or a scream for mercy comes out of your mouth, I will ram the other end of my dagger into your nasty cunt of yours and leave you on the road for your father to find."

The Prince pushed his large middle finger into the Princess's ass. The Princess groaned and moaned, but did not scream. The Prince was frustrated by this and pumped her ass with his finger. The Princess then started to moan in obvious pleasure. Her sounds of pleasure increased as the Prince, frustrated by the lack of painful pleas, started to spank her lovely white ass. 

When he finally stopped to try another tack he turned and saw that Millie was gone. He bellowed at Bobby. "Find the whore or it's your head!"

"We've got to hide!" Gawain grabbed Millie around the waist and jumped into the large box he had hidden in earlier. He landed on the bottom, Millie on the top. Our Hero was quite pleased with the arrangement.

"Thank you so much, fine sir, for saving me." Millie whispered in his ear, rather breathy. Gawain found her voice sexy and intoxicating. His cock -- up and down all night watching the Princess's "adventures" -- was coming to life again. 

"It was truly my pleasure." Gawain shifted his position causing Millie's face to fall onto his. He took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her very inviting lips. Then his hands were in her hair and soon she was rubbing her pelvis against Gawain's erection. 

"You are truly a brave and very…" She moved against him again, and he moaned in response. "A very needy man. Mayhaps I can help you with that?"

Gawain didn't need her to draw a map. He reached down and tore through all three layers of Millie's outfit. He then loosened her bodice. As her breasts spilled out, he caught one with his mouth. She reacted by straddling his legs and trying to move her pussy into position. Gawain started to untie her hands that were still behind her back. "Please don't" she whispered in his year. 

"Oh, yes." He whispered, as he quietly thanked Saint Brigid for his good fortune. He fingered his willing captive's clit until she shuddered and whispered in his ear. "Please take me. Please, kind sir, fuck me now!"

Our hero obliged by lifting her hips and lowering her onto his rod. She deftly moved her hips against him and with a little thrusting on his part they managed to use the tight space quite effectively. They both came in short' order, and then listened carefully to the situation outside their crate.

Bobby had searched outside and then up in the loft. Millie was nowhere to be found. He was not looking particularly hard. He was primarily looking for a weapon. He knew whether he found Millie or not, the Prince would likely kill him. He had to strike first.

After Bobby went to search, The Prince had taken the crop to her highness again. He undid the front of his breeches, and his cock was free and getting harder with each strike. He whipped her until she could only whimper in exhaustion. His free hand went to his cock. She was sweating despite the cold. The Prince stopped to admire his work. He ran a finger over her sweating back and brought it to his nose. "The smell of fear," he said and enjoyed the aroma as if it were a fine wine. He approached her ass and rubbed the head of his cock against. "Perhaps I'll take your other hole tonight as well."

"Oh yes!" Came her cry. The Prince was taken back, then excited by the Princess's surprising plea. But despite her apparent compliance, the Prince still found her voice very annoying. He'd rather hear her screaming.

"So my little slut is as a bitch after all. Perhaps I should let Bull have you."

The Princess was at her wits end. She had been handled and inticed all night and hadn't climaxed. "You cruel bastard. Just give it to me! If you can't satisfy me with your cock then be creative, damn you!"

The Princess could obviously not see the Prince's rod which had gotten quite hard during the whipping. He refused to give her the satisfaction of what she wanted and instead of his mighty cock, rammed the riding crop into her ass. She screamed, but once the initial shock was over she started moaning and moving her ass, hoping for more action. The Prince had had enough. He left the crop sticking out of her ass and came up behind her. He was a large man. Prince Ennis, the Penis, had come to his name honestly. He was hung like a horse.

With no preparation, he plunged his huge rod into her young cunt. Once in position, he moved in and out of her slick hole. She groaned and made a gurgling sound, as she finally got her orgasm. Just before the Prince released he pulled out of her. He shot his cum over her back, thinking she did not deserve his regal cum inside of her. 

Bull had been watching intently. As soon as the Prince finished, the big dog jumped up on the crate. He started licking the poor girl's backside. He seemed to have developed a taste for semen. As the dog moved toward her head, he seemed to get other ideas. The Prince watched his dog try to mount the Princess. The Prince nearly let him. But decided she would not get any more pleasure from him tonight.

When Bull had finished cleaning her back, the Prince hoisted the Princess back into position. As the Prince hoisted, Bobby attacked. Bobby had a long sword and the Prince merely his dagger. The Prince used the screaming Princess for a shield but in the end, Bobby got the upper had.

Gawain and Millie heard the fight start. They got out of the crate and climbed out of the loft. By the time they got into the barn again, the Prince was dead. "He was not a nice man," was all Millie had to say. Bobby was gone. The Princess hung from her rope. She was bruised and battered, and it looked like one of the men may have used her for a shield. But none of her wounds were life threatening. She was yelling incoherently.

Millie and Gawain stuffed a rag in her mouth and secured it. They got her down and wrapped her in a blanket. They thought it best not to hang around. The King's guards were bound to be along eventually. They slung the Princess over the saddle of one of the horses. Gawain and Millie got on the other horse. Millie, being the modest sort, had managed to arrange her torn skirts so that very little of her legs showed.

They left the barn and road away from the Princess's kingdom. Gawain said if they were going to gain anything out of this, they had to handle it carefully, and they couldn't count on the Princess's cooperation. While they rode, he hatched a plan. He also managed to rearrange Millie's skirts so that her bare bottom rubbed against his crotch. They stopped twice during the night to satisfy each other's passions.

After their second trip to the woods, back on the horse, Gawain explained his plan. "It's really very simple. We just need to act quickly. We'll stash the Princess at my friend Peter's house. Then we'll lure the Nanny away with a letter from Prince Ennis. You will show up at the palace and be a stand-in for the Princess. Help yourself to her jewels and anything else in the palace. In two days we ought to be able to get enough loot to allow us to live comfortably the rest of our days." Millie agreed it was worth a try.

"This is my friend Peter." Gawain introduced the sole resident of the small shack they arrived at. "We worked together in the North when we were both just boys. He's very bright and a better pickpocket you'll never find. He's deaf. I thought he'd get along fabulously with our yelling Princess. He and I worked out a sign language of our own. I'll explain things to him."

He continued in sign language. "I need you to keep this woman for four days. Tend to her wounds and keep her healthy. Don't treat her too special. Bread and water will be OK. Keep her tied up. In four days release her; point her toward the kingdom to the south. Then meet us at our hide-a-way in the West." Millie watched with fascination, as the two men seemed to communicate with just the use of their hands. Finally there was a gesture she recognized. 

Gawain laughed. "Yes," he said in sign language. "You can fuck her as much as you like. But beware, she has claws."

Our Hero left the Princess in the capable hands of Peter. He wondered how long it would take her to figure out that Peter was deaf.

The plan worked flawlessly. The Nanny read the note and was on her way to the kingdom to the North in no time. Millie stepped in for the Princess with no effort. The birthday celebration was canceled due to the Princess's distress over the disappearance of her fiancé, the Prince. The birthday presents had arrived, despite the cancellation. Millie and Gawain sent couriers to the North with horse-loads of loot. After three days they joined the shipment of jewels to the West, and were counting their take when Peter arrived.

"So," Gawain asked Peter in sign language. "How did it go? Did you get the Princess pointed in the right direction?"

"Not exactly." Answered Peter. "What happened?" Gawain wondered, as he knew his friend wouldn't hurt her.

Peter explained; Gawain translated to Millie. "The woman was difficult for the first few hours. But then when she saw I was not going to hurt her, she calmed down. It didn't take her long to express her gratitude for my kindness." Peter smiled. "She was very, very grateful. When I untied her on the last day. She wouldn't leave. I tried to explain, but she'd have none of it. Finally, I bedded her, yet again. When she was asleep, I sneaked out."

All three of them laughed. Then they looked down at the gold and jewels that would insure they would live comfortably and they laughed harder. 

During dinner, Peter said there was one other thing. He tried to explain. "The woman …she only liked to fuck one way. From the rear – like a dog. And in her…." Peter blushed and wouldn't finish. Then he made an 'o' with one hand, and poked the middle of it with the index finger of the other hand.

"What's he saying?" asked Millie?

"That's the sign for 'asshole'" chuckled Gawain.

They all wondered at the peculiarities of the ruling class. Then they planned for their retirement on the coast and knew they would live very happily ever after.

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- V 



The Princess and the Pirate Queen



Liselle T'Loak froze at the sound of stomping, muffled footsteps beyond her bedroom door. It was enough for her to tell her mother was not only home, but not happy. It had not happened often, but frequently enough for Liselle to tell that her mother was distressed about something. And when Aria got distressed she never got depressed or cried. She got angry. And any examples of her remaining calm and saving face for her troops, the public or whoever had pissed her off so much were exhausted by the time she got home. She didn't need to do that here after all. Anything she had bottled up and hidden from anybody who would see her as being weak to get emotional or distressed by something was set free when she entered her own palace. Afterlife was for her image, but this is where Aria truly was herself.

Liselle clasped the collar of dress she was trying on around her throat to secure it before leaving her room, where she found Aria already muttering and pacing about the main living room. Aria swore a couple of times more loudly before using her biotics to send an innocent and expensive vase shattering against the wall, some of its wayward shards tearing up some canvas on a nearby painting that was, until that moment, just as valuable. Liselle stood there and waited, and it took another couple of lengths of the room before Aria looked up and saw her daughter waiting there. She stopped with a loud sigh, hands on her hips as she looked briefly at the floor before meeting Liselle's eyes with a frustrated scowl. Liselle could tell it was not directed at her, but merely the result from her mother's frustrated demeanor.

"Liselle. Good. You're home," Aria stated firmly. "That saves me sending somebody for you."

"Why?" Liselle queried, the two horizontal curves of violet above each eye becoming angled as she frowned. "What happened?"

"Best you not know," Aria said, clearly sick of talking about the matter long ago and not wanting to deal with it again. "All you need to know is one thing." Aria paused briefly and gave Liselle a very serious glare. "Don't. Leave. The house."

"What? But I was planning on going out to-"

"All plans are off!" Aria interrupted firmly. "You are staying here. There is no room for discussion on the matter."

"For how long?" Liselle said with frustration.

"Until I say otherwise," Aria stated, crossing her arms unwaveringly. "You need anything, I will organize it. No friends though. And no outside calls. And when I say 'need' I mean 'need' too. No mere wants or frivolities. You come to me and I'll determine if it's necessary or not. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Liselle nodded. "Except for the why of it all?"

"I already said it's best that you didn't know," Aria repeated. "Let's just say that somebody has fucked with me, and seem to be going out of their way to continue doing so. And until I can remove them, nowhere is safe and nobody is to be trusted."

"No jobs for me then?" Liselle asked straightforwardly.

"Can't risk it," Aria said with a sigh and a shake of her head. "You're too closely linked to me. Your stranded here until it blows over." A pause. "Or up." Another pause and a sigh. "Don't worry, I will compensate you for any work you'll be missing out on," Aria finished, trying to sound reassuring.

"If it's so dangerous, what about you?" Liselle queried, crossing her arms. While Liselle was concerned for her mother's safety, the way she said it sounded more like she knew Aria wasn't going to trap herself in the same manner and it wasn't fair that her mother didn't apply the same restrictions on herself.

"I must continue on as if everything is normal," Aria said firmly. "It would show weakness to not. I doubt they will be so bold as to make any moves at Afterlife anyway. Even if they did, they'd fail."

"Can I at least call the girls and tell them I won't be there tonight?" Liselle huffed.

"No direct calls," Aria stated firmly. "Text-based Extranet message and that's it. After that, no external communications. Understood?"

Liselle just nodded and Aria returned one, then stomped off again, muttering once more with frustration.

For the next five days Liselle was stranded in her own home, while Aria left early in the morning and returned late in the evening. Liselle soon became restless, sick of watching vids and playing video games. They had a personal gym, but even working out wasn't helping. Liselle needed somebody to talk to and interact with. All of Aria's men who were guarding the place were doing so from outside and they were forbidden from interacting with Liselle by Aria's strict orders. The only other person inside was their long-serving asari maid Melayna that cleaned the place and served Liselle any food she might want, but she too had told Liselle on the first day that Aria had instructed her to not speak with Liselle and only do her duties. Even when her mother returned from work, Aria mostly ignored Liselle and pored over datapads and other information in her office.

It was on the night of that fifth day when things changed for Liselle. Aria came home, later than normal, and looking more frustrated and exhausted than usual. Liselle hadn't noticed the latter though, blinded by her own frustrations. She couldn't take any more, and the fact that she'd been holding onto the rant she was planning for so long because her mother was so late back only made it worse. Before Aria could even catch her breath after entering the house, Liselle stormed up to her and did what few dared to do: yelled at Aria T'Loak.

"It's about fucking time you got back! You need to tell me what the fuck is going on now, mother! Because, by the Goddess, I am fucking sick of being cooped up in this fucking house with nobody to talk to and nothing to do for a reason I don't even fucking know!"

Liselle's answer came a few seconds later as a firm slap across the face, strong enough to send the younger T'Loak reeling and stumbling. She managed to stabilize herself before falling and looked at Aria with wide-eyed shock. Aria's blue eyes seemed to burn back at Liselle, her mouth beneath them an emotionless line. Aria's show of dominance and strength didn't last though as she let out a frustrated sigh and her once proud, tall stance loosened and her whole body seemed to sag.

"By the Goddess, Liselle," Aria muttered. "Now's not the time. I've don't far too much today to fix everything and yet get nowhere to put up with your unappreciative prattle."

Aria walked past Liselle before her daughter could respond, straight to the bar behind her to get herself a drink. She'd already had plenty that day, her domain of Afterlife meaning she had easily access to the stuff. Yet it still hadn't been enough. Liselle just watched Aria silently as she downed a quick shot and her mother looked at her with a creased brow. Aria sighed and snagged another shot glass from the counter between two fingers and flicked it to her daughter, who caught it more as a reflex than anything else.

"Come on. Join me," Aria said, then she let out a small laugh as Liselle carefully approached. "You say we never spend enough time doing stuff together."

Liselle looked into her mother's eyes and saw at least some of her mother's strength remained, even if she seemed at the end of her rope. Liselle placed the shot glass face-up on the counter and slid it back over to her mother, nodding after Aria stopped it. Aria smiled again and dribbled some liquid into it, then sent it back across the counter into Liselle's waiting hand. Liselle smiled briefly as thanks to her mother, then downed the shot.

"I'm surprised if you're as frustrated as you say that you didn't raid this stuff already," Aria smirked, pouring another for herself.

"Are you kidding," Liselle said, slightly raspy from the shot she'd just taken. She slid the glass back once Aria had finished pouring her second. "You'd have killed me."

"No," Aria said, filling another for Liselle. "I'd have just thrown you outside and let my enemies do it for me." She flashed a sinister, yet playful, grin. "That way they'd be doing me a favor and I'd have less blood to clean off my clothing."

Liselle laughed, catching her returning shot. She downed it, shook her head then let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, mother."

"Damn fucking right you are!" Aria snapped back, the base of the bottle in her hand thundering down upon the bench. "If you had any idea what I'm out there doing to make sure this shit doesn't get worse and keeping your pretty purple ass from harm, you wouldn't be so fucking impudent!"

"But I don't know," Liselle defended, cracks of frustration rippling across her words. "That's the biggest problem. I'm stuck here in the dark. Alone. Bored. Confused. Angry. Horny. Frustrated."

"I'm not telling you," Aria stated in that manner that said the matter was closed. That didn't hinder Liselle this time though.

"Why not!"

"Because you're too much like me!" Aria snapped back, leaning forward on the counter to stare her daughter directly in the eyes.

Liselle just blinked at her mother, and Aria sighed in frustration and leaned back again. She poured herself another shot and knocked it back.

"You can stay here now because I've ordered you do," Aria stated plainly. "Because you know what I'll do if you disobey me. That's all well and good when that's all it is and you know nothing else. But as soon as you get even a morsel of what's going on, you'll start sniffing out the scent and try and get to the bottom of it all. Because that's what I'd do."

"Wh-what's wrong with that?" Liselle said. "You complimented me. In the highest way."

"Stop sucking up," Aria stated. "It's beneath you."

Liselle lowered her head, shamed by her mother's comment. Aria cleared her throat and continued. "You're young, that's what's wrong. Inexperienced. You aren't ready for conflict in this scale yet. I wouldn't have been when I was your age either."

Liselle's brow twisted in thought and she gave a small nod. "I think I understand."

"Good," Aria said, and she threw another shot back. "Deal with the inconvenience. You'll grow stronger for it. You think these last five days are frustrating for you? You think you're the only one sacrificing your life for this?"

"No," Liselle responded, starting to feel guilty.

"Damn fucking right you're not!" Aria said firmly. "I've lost men over this. Seven good men today alone. So don't you tell about 'sacrifice' until you know it."

"Sorry. I won't," Liselle said, shrinking back.

"And I'm not just talking about these past few days," Aria said. "You've got it easy. You can afford to normally go out with your friends every week. You can just have fun in your time off. You can get laid without it being a liability." Aria paused and looked directly at Liselle. "Running Omega doesn't afford as much freedom as you may think."

"Why is getting laid a liability for you?" Liselle asked. "You're the Queen of Omega. You could have anybody you wanted."

"I can only afford to get close to so many," Aria stated with clear frustration. "Anybody who I get close to is somebody that can be used against me, and somebody that can be put at risk. It causes problems for me, and problems for them. That's why I've tended to only get involved with anybody who can take care of themselves." Aria swallowed back another shot. "And why it's been such a long time since I have."

Aria reached forward and grabbed Liselle's glass then started to fill it. She smirked at her daughter. "So you're not the only one that's been horny."

Liselle blushed, then almost missed the glass when Aria slid it back. She raised it to her lips and slid the liquid down her throat slower this time, watching as Aria winced and rubbed her neck and shoulders with a pained expression.

"Did you get hurt?" Liselle asked after finishing the drink.

"Not really," Aria answered. "Just tense as fuck lately. Shoulders and neck feel like they've been squeezed in a krogan's armpit."

"Take a seat," Liselle said. "I'll give you a shoulder rub."

"It's okay. I'll be fine."

"Mother," Liselle said firmly. "You're stressed tighter than a virgin maiden. You need to relax. Besides, it'll finally give me something to do. And some contact with another person for the first time in five days. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me."

"Well, if it'll make you stop your bitching," Aria said with a smirk.

Liselle couldn't help but smile and she jerked her head towards one of the living room chairs. "Take a seat."

Aria took a final shot and planted the glass on the bench before heading towards the chair. She removed her short, white jacket and tossed it on another nearby chair before sitting down, where Liselle took her place behind her and placed her hands upon her mother's shoulders. She began to try and knead them in her palms, but immediately grunted in frustration. "Mother, you need to relax. Loosen your shoulders."

"I am," Aria stated bluntly.

"Then you're tenser than I thought," Liselle told her. "Try to clear your mind of everything that's pissed you off lately."

Aria snorted. "Won't be much left in there then," she stated sarcastically.

"Mother," Liselle chided.

"Okay, fine," Aria huffed. "Since when did I take orders from you?"

"My home, my rules," Liselle stated flatly.

"Your home?" Aria threw back with dismay.

"I've been the one shackled to it for the past five days," Liselle countered.

"I thought you said you'd stop bitching about that if I cooperated?"

"You said that actually," Liselle leaned down to whisper beside her mother's head. "I never agreed that I would."

Aria laughed, a smile coming to her lips. "We'll make a Pirate Queen out of you yet, Princess."

Liselle stopped massaging her mother's shoulders. Aria frowned and turned her head to look back at Liselle. Her daughter had this thoughtful look on her face.

"What? Why did you stop?" Aria asked.

"Sorry, it's just that... that you haven't called me that for a long time," Liselle said.

"Princess?" Aria asked. Liselle nodded and Aria shrugged and turned back around. "It makes sense. I'm the Queen of Omega and you're my daughter. You're technically the Princess of Omega."

Liselle resumed rubbing Aria's shoulders and Aria let out a sigh and then opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "But I did used to call you that when you were little. I'd almost forgotten. It's been so long."

"That's better," Liselle said. "You're loosening up."

Aria closed her eyes and smiled again. "Just thinking of better days. You know, Tev-"

Aria cut herself off, realizing that she almost let something slip as she lost herself in the moment. "One of my former lovers used to do this for me way back. She was good at it too."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Liselle said.

"This is nice," Aria admitted, and she let out a pleasant sigh. "If only all my problems were as easy to get rid of. I'd just sent you off to massage everybody and it would be all better."

Liselle laughed. "You'd hate that," she told her mother.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you thrive on conflict and challenge. If you didn't, you'd be somewhere else."

"True. But sometimes it just becomes a bit much," Aria said, her mellow attitude beginning to crack already. Liselle could feel her tensing up again.

"Okay, back to pleasant thoughts," Liselle said quickly, squeezing either side of the base of her mother's neck harder to make her point. "No more business for today. Only pleasure."

"Maybe I should get you to work in one of my pleasure lounges," Aria quipped back. "I've been grooming you for the wrong job."

"Huh?" Liselle asked. Aria chuckled.

"The way you just said 'no more business, only pleasure' just then," Aria clarified. "Very sexy. Just like one of the girls who work there."

Liselle blushed. "Th-thanks," she answered, partially taking the compliment seriously and partially feeling awkward about it and not sure how serious it was meant to be.

"If I wasn't so cautious about everything, I'd get a couple of them around to tend to our needs," Aria said rather flippantly.

"Mother!" Liselle said, blushing even more.

"Oh, don't act like a prude, Liselle," Aria chided, though laughing as she did. "I know you're far from one. Let's be frank here, you said you were lonely and horny earlier. I said that I've been feeling the same way. Practically speaking, it'd solve our problems for at least one night. But like I said, I can't trust anybody at the moment, so we'll just have to go lonely and horny for a while longer."

"Well, I'm not lonely any more," Liselle leaned down to tell her mother, and she gave her a peck on the cheek before standing back up and resuming her work.

"Thanks, Princess," Aria said back, unusually warm and caring for the Queen of Omega. "This is nice. I guess it solves one problem, if not the other."

For some reason that statement sent Liselle's mind swimming with thoughts she'd never even entertained before. Her own brain seemed to ask itself "why can't it?" and Liselle looked down at her mother as if though new eyes for the first time. Her mother was an attractive asari, she always knew that, but now she was looking at her as a sexual being. One she already cared about and she knew was longing for intimate contact with another, the type of which she likely hadn't had for years. Or if she had, with nobody meaningful or that she could make a deep connection with. Aria had told her that she'd limited such relationships due to not wanting to endanger anybody that got close to her, but Liselle was already close to her as it was. Why not her then? Because she was Aria's daughter was the obvious answer, but like her mother Liselle always had a fascination with the forbidden and illegal. Like her mother it gave her a thrill to go against the grain, play with the prohibited and dance with danger. She was already longing for some sexual attention herself, and now the thought of doing something so taboo and illicit with her own mother was starting to turn her on. The chance of success was low, but that seemed to make it even more appealing for her to try. A distant voice in her head seemed to tell her she was crazy and ask her why she was even considering this, but as she mentally pictured herself in her naked mother's arms it was drowned out by ever growing louder cries asking her to forge on.

"Why can't it?" Liselle found herself saying, as she voiced the question that first entered her head to begin these thoughts.

"Huh?" Aria asked, not even sure what Liselle was talking about. Her daughter had been lost in thought and silently rubbing her shoulders for over a minute since she'd last spoken.

Liselle let go of Aria's shoulders and sidled around the chair, giving her mother a look she'd never seen Liselle give her before. It was a stare of direct intent and desire, and it made Aria uncomfortable in a way she rarely had been before. Aria's eyes widened as her daughter lifted one leg up and over her own lap and Liselle proceeded to straddle herself across her lap. With that same, unblinking stare of hunger in her eyes, Liselle pulled her upper half closer to Aria until their faces were only a few inches apart. "Why can't it?" Liselle asked again, her voice dripping sexuality.

"Liselle, what's gotten into you?" Aria asked with a frown.

"Nothing yet," Liselle replied with a confident smile, and she slowly began to move her body in a circular writing motion. "But perhaps in the very near future, that can change."

Aria's eyes widened even more as Liselle's hands landed upon her upper chest, her fingers meeting at the top buckle that fastened Aria's top at the base of her throat. "I was thinking something like... some fingers," Liselle purred, and she squeezed the fastener to pop it loose. Liselle's fingers traveled down to the middle fastener. "Specifically, your fingers," she said as she unclipped it. Her fingers traveled to the last buckle, right between Aria's breasts. Liselle leaned even closer, and Aria could feel her breath puff against her lips as she spoke. "Or your tongue," Liselle breathed huskily, and the last one clicked apart.




The Princess and the Pirate Queen



"Liselle, stop!" Aria said firmly, frowning at her daughter.

"Why?" Liselle replied playfully, her fingertips already beginning to snake their way under Aria's loosened top.

"Because I'm your mother!" Aria stated staunchly.

"And?" Liselle asked, tracing the curves of her mother's breasts even more.

"And you're my daughter!" Aria said, almost yelling now.

"An obvious conclusion to draw, mother," Liselle playfully mocked.

"This is so wrong, Liselle!" Aria chided.

"Oh, is the big bad Queen of Omega worried about doing something wrong?" Liselle said in a tone that was both play-mocking and sensual teasing at the same time. "Are you worried about being naughty, mother?"

Aria's eyes widened. For one of the few times in her life, she was frozen by indecision. She had no idea how to deal with this. It was too much, too fast. It was a complete blindside from one of the last people she expected. Liselle leaned even closer, pressing her forehead against Aria's and stroking her cheek with one hand, all the while still writhing sexily on her mother's lap.

"No, you like being naughty, don't you mother?" Liselle purred against her mother's lips. "You thrive on doing the forbidden and illicit, don't you mother? It turns you on to be... bad. To do things that are considered... taboo."

Aria's eyes met her daughter's, and Liselle could see just enough of her mother's usually unwavering resolve flicker in that moment. Liselle couldn't help but smile, letting out a satisfied moan soon afterwards.

"I'm the same, mother," Liselle said. "I get the same kick out of illicit thoughts and feelings. I like being naughty too. It turns me on, and I'm already so horny. Just like you are. And there aren't many things more naughty than a mother and daughter doing... things to each other. Sexual things. Dirty, sweaty, naked, pleasurable things."

By this point Liselle was full-on massaging her mother's breasts in her palms. Squeezing, kneading and twisting them between her fingers under her mother's loosened top. Aria still seemed paralyzed by what was happening, but Liselle could see her gradually slipping as if she had her mother under a spell.

"Maybe I'm being too naughty," Liselle said with a fake pout. "Perhaps you should spank me, mother?"

Liselle stopped playing with one of her mother's boobs so she could take Aria's hand and place it on her behind. Aria looked from the hand back up to Liselle and her daughter leaned her head back a little and bit her bottom lip, eyes still smoldering with desire. "Go on, mother," Liselle said. "Spank me."

Aria didn't do anything for a few seconds, but Liselle was patient and watched. Then, albeit reluctantly, Aria slowly removed her hand, then brought it down on her daughter's bottom. Liselle let out a playful yelp with the first one and gave her mother an encouraging smile. Aria brought her hand down again, a little harder this time. Liselle yelped and then let out a little moan of approval. "Again," she hissed down at Aria. Aria complied, even harder again, a very audible slapping sound echoing briefly around them. Liselle moaned and leaned in closer. "Again," she told Aria slowly, her face closing in to Aria's as the word eased out of her lips, ending with an almost hiss to it. Liselle could see Aria's corruption growing with each slap, and sure enough another one came. Liselle groaned again, pressing her forehead against her mother's.

"Again," she purred, licking her lips afterwards.

Aria slapped her again, the strength remaining pretty consistent now. Their noses bumped and for a split second the tips of their upper lips met. Liselle moaned even more, then in her huskiest voice yet said, "again." Liselle saw the very edges of Aria's lips curl upwards ever so slightly and she felt her mother's hand bear down upon her rear. At the same moment this time, their lips met, mashing together. Liselle moaned into her mother's mouth, then felt Aria slide her tongue between her teeth and into her own. Liselle reciprocated and she felt Aria's slapping hand squeeze her bottom while another wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer. Liselle and Aria made out for almost a minute before the older T'Loak broke the kiss and the two panted for air for a while, their foreheads still pressed together.

"This is so wrong, Liselle," Aria breathed.

"I know," Liselle replied, blushing.

"We shouldn't do this," Aria stated, shaking her head.

"I know," Liselle repeated with a nod.

"You're grounded for seducing me," Aria stated.

"Huh?" Liselle exclaimed. Aria couldn't be serious, could she? Liselle was almost 100 years old. She hadn't been grounded for decades.

"Yes," Aria said firmly, and Liselle felt her mother's arms wrap around her waist. Aria stood up, still holding Liselle, and the younger T'Loak wrapped her legs around her mother's hips to help keep herself up as a reflex. "As punishment, you're restricted to my room for the rest of the night."

"But I-" Liselle started, and then a playful smile came to her face at it hit her. "Your room?"

"That's right," Aria said, already beginning to carry Liselle there. She now had a hungry look in her eyes too.

"Please don't spank me any more, mother," Liselle falsely pleaded, stroking her mother's cheek and drawing their faces closer.

"Aria T'Loak makes no promises that she can't keep," Aria said, and she pulled Liselle closer for another kiss. The kiss lasted until Aria threw Liselle onto her bed, where the younger T'Loak giggled, then began blushing upon noticing that her mother was beginning to disrobe. Liselle watched with fascination, at the same time making an effort to pose herself appealingly for her mother on the bed. Aria too blushed as she looked down at Liselle.

"I never thought I'd be taking my clothes off for my own daughter," she said with dismay.

"How much does it turn you on?" Liselle asked alluringly. Aria returned a sexy smirk.

"In a moment, you'll get to see first hand," Aria told her. "But I believe I still have at least two wishes of yours to fulfill first. I wouldn't want to hear rumors that Aria T'Loak didn't take proper care of her daughter."

A now naked Aria crawled onto the bed, prowling towards her daughter. Now Liselle was on the back foot and she didn't feel as dominant and confident any more. "Wha-what do you mean?" she asked, getting flustered.

"I believe you wanted my fingers inside you," Aria stated, reaching forward and unclasping the first fastener on Liselle's dress. "Followed up with my tongue."

Liselle's eyes flared and Aria chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, as her fingers already worked at the next two clasps. Liselle moaned in pleasure as Aria pulled away and began licking and sucking at her throat, while her hands parted open Liselle's garment to expose her daughter's breasts. Aria played with them, first with her hands, then with her lips and tongue as she worked her way down Liselle's smooth, violet torso. Liselle's hands roamed down from the back of Aria's crest folds over her mother's fully exposed back, then she wrapped her legs up around her mother's hips and waist. Aria's lips left Liselle's bosom as she once more came into Liselle's view and instigated another kiss with her daughter. Liselle gasped as she felt her mother's fingertips tickle their way down her stomach and slide down the front of her panties. Liselle had to break the kiss to moan loudly as she felt Aria's fingers slide between her moist azure folds and begin to work away inside her.

"Oh Mother!" Liselle said, throwing her head back. "By the Goddess!"

Liselle moaned again, then felt a twinge of something touch her mind. She looked at Aria who gave her a loving stare.

"Join with me, Liselle," Aria said.

"Really?" Liselle asked between gasps, a tear rolling down one cheek. "I just thought we'd... let off some steam for each other, but..."

"Please, Liselle," Aria said, leaning closer. "I want you to."

Aria drew Liselle into another kiss, and Liselle opened her mind to her mother. Both became one, their very souls intertwining and merging until there was almost nothing to separate the mother from the daughter. Time seemed to slow, and everything became a haze except for them. Aria removed her fingers from Liselle and shifted positions. Liselle didn't even need to observe what her mother was doing, their connection was so close and deep now. She moved and shifted too, preparing herself as Aria swung her leg over the other side of Liselle's head until her slick sex was above Liselle's face. In perfect unison, Aria lowered her face and hips down towards Liselle, while Liselle craned her head upwards. At almost the exact same moment, both tongues met their respective targets, and both asari felt the pleasure not only starting to course through them individually, but the other's pleasure as well. Mother tasted daughter as daughter tasted mother, both sets of tongues plowing into the other's blue creases to give the other pleasure, and then in turn both sharing the experiences with each other through the meld. It didn't take long before they both reached their peak, twitching and jolting in each other's arms and minds before collapsing in a sweaty, near exhausted heap atop each other.

The mental connection slipped away between them, and Aria twisted around and crawled up to spoon with Liselle. Aria kissed Liselle on the back of the neck, just at the base of her crest. Liselle giggled and flopped her head back to look at her mother. Their lips met again for a few soft pecks and Aria pulled Liselle closer, her hands wandering across her daughter's bare skin.

"Thank you," Aria whispered. "I needed that."

"So did I," Liselle admitted.

"I never expected anything like that," Aria said with genuine shock. "Have you... seen me as desirable for..."

Aria trailed off and Liselle chuckled. "No. It really was one of those 'in the moment' type things." She paused. "I mean, I always thought you were attractive, but... not like that. Not until tonight."

"Why then?" Aria asked. "Not that I'm complaining now, but..."

"I just think we both needed it," Liselle admitted. "And there was nobody or nowhere else to go. We already love and trust each other." Another pause, followed by a blush. "Plus I... I kind of get off on forbidden, naughty things, like I said. When it started to dawn on me, it was... it was hard to ignore."

"You are your mother's daughter," Aria purred. "I might have to give you some more training though."

"What kind of training?" Liselle asked, turning over to face her mother as her voice and stare grew salacious once more.

"More of the same," Aria admitted, stroking Liselle's cheek. "When we've both recuperated a little."

"Sounds like fun," Liselle hissed, her hand roaming across her mother's body. "It feels good to be one of the only people who can break the one rule of Omega and get away with it."

"Don't be so cocky," Aria said with a smirk. "There will be punishment for that. My little Princess."

Liselle squealed as a hand came down upon her rear again with a nasty slap. She laughed and pulled Aria down on top of her to recommence another deep kiss, and their second session of the evening.



The Princess and the Pool Boy



As requested, I showed up at Princess' house in the morning. I was wearing my black jeans with motorcycle boots, a t-shirt, and a leather collar with an O-ring on the front. A messenger bag rested on one hip. I opened it, looked inside, and smiled. Buckling it back closed, I rang Princess' doorbell.

There is a tense gap between ringing the doorbell and the moment when the girl answers the door. If you ask me, that's one of the most nerve wracking parts. Suddenly, I became sensitive to every piece of lint on my shirt, every scuff on my boots. Was my breath bad? Did I look clean? Did I miss anywhere while shaving? I considered putting my ---

the door opened and my attention shifted. High heels, shapely legs, short skirt, slinky top, gorgeous, beautiful, "Hello Princess." My jaw dropped. She looked hot - absolutely mouth. watering. Hot.

Princess giggled. "Come on in." Those eyes lingered for just a second, teasing, then turning away as she walked in. I followed in rapt attention.

Tea water was about to boil, and she set me to pouring her a cup. I stood next to the teapot, waiting for it to boil. As I waited, a million phantom fantasies played through my head, pulsing with the immediacy of the royalty in the next room. Finally, the water came to a boil and the tea kettle moaned out high and shrill, dismissing the nymphs and succubi.

Princess sat on the couch, painting her nails. When the water was poured, and the lemon sliced, I returned to the living room and stood next to her with the tea tray. "I'll have some when it cools down," she said, looking slightly annoyed that I was waiting for her to take it.

"Just hold it until I'm ready." She gestured for me to take a spot on the floor. I kneeled next to her, holding the tray.

"You look especially beautiful today, Princess," I said.

"Thank you!" she smiled. "In about half an hour, I'm leaving for a modeling shoot. That's why I'm so made-up. Did you bring what I asked of you?"

"Yes Princess," I said.

"Good, go fetch it."

I set down the tea tray and stood up. "I think it would be cute if you crawled to get it," said Princess. She snickered as I lowered myself to all fours and crawled over to where I had left my messenger bag. I retrieved the sheaf of papers from within.

It was a story I had written for her, entitled "The Princess and the Pool Boy." I had written it specifically for her, and was quite proud of it. There were things in that story which would have made the Marquis de Sade blush.

I handed it to Princess and picked the tea-tray back up. Princess idly flipped through the story as she sipped her tea. "This is sufficient," she said, tossing the stapled script on the couch next to her.

"You aren't going to read it?" I asked, hopeful.

"No silly boy, it's reading for the train ride. I'm almost ready to go. There's just one thing I need your help with."

"What's that, Princess?"

"As you know, slavetoy, there's a certain, well, Glow that a woman has... I'd like you to help me get it."

My skin tingled, electric. Her scent suddenly seemed to be all about. "Of course, Princess," I said, breathlessly. "I'd be happy to help."

She smiled sweetly. "I thought you'd agree." She stood up, and reached up under her skirt, slowly pulling down her panties. She stepped out of them and sat back down on the couch. "Now it's your turn," she said.

"To take my panties off?" I smirked.

"No, you silly boy," she giggled. Then, apprehensively, "You're not wearing panties, are you?"

"No Princess." We both giggled.

"I mean your clothes. I like you as my servant, but I like it better when you're more ... compromised."

I nodded, blushing. Article by article, I stripped off my clothes. Kneeling, I hesitated at my boxers.

"Come on, those too," said Princess. I pulled off my boxers, revealing a healthy erection. My cock bobbed in the air, and I blushed more, embarassed at my nudity. Making matters worse, Princess giggled harder, I covered up my cock with my hands and she shook her head. "Hands behind your back, darlin'." With a whimper, I posed for her as she inspected me.

"Well then, it's almost time for my train," Princess said. She leaned forward on the couch and grabbed my collar, pulling me in towards her. I lowered my face towards her pussy, only to have me grab my hair and pull my face away. She gave me three quick slaps in the face, holding my face still so I couldn't turn away.

"Bad boy - don't just dive in. A girl needs foreplay!" she instructed, giggling. I appologized and began to kiss her calves, slowly kissing up her legs. Princess blew on her tea and sipped it as I worked my way towards her already dripping sex.

I've heard whisper that I am very talented when it comes to pleasing a woman. Knowing that I had to make this performance a good one, I payed extra-close attention to her needs. Slowly at first, then as her breath quickened, panted, gasped, I slowly quickened the tempo. I alternated between lots of attention and barely any at all - first fucking her with my tongue, then only teasing her with it. Sucking on her clit, then blowing on it. With metronomic focus, I tried my hardest to increase her desire while I satisfied her.

I knew I had found the right formula as Princess' thighs began to squeeze my head. I had realized she was close to cumming, and rogue that I am, tried to make her wait for it. But my gorgeous Princess would not be toyed with - she grabbed my hair again and pressed my face into her, screaming as she rode my mouth into orgasm. In the back of my mind, I thought of a watched tea-pot, finally boiling.

Suddenly sensitive in the post-ecstatic twilight, Princess pulled my head away, panting.

"That," she said between breaths, "was a Good Job."

I smiled conceitedly, licking my lips. "Thank you, Princess." At her gesture, I climbed up on the couch next to her, cuddling her as she came down. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her body against mine. After she had recovered, her face had a certain flush to it, an angelic glow.

"I got what I wanted," she whispered. "It's too bad there's no time for me to help you out with your--" she looked down at my still turgid prick, "--situation." I nodded.

"But," said Princess, a mischevious smirk on her face as she stood up, "If you clean the kitchen and bathroom, mop and vaccuum..." she picked up the pile of my clothes. "Then you can have these back."

Princess locked my clothes into a chest and put the key in her purse with the story I had written.

"If you do a good job, and this story is worth reading, maybe, just maybe, you'll get a bit of attention. Not necessarily good attention, but attention nonetheless."

"Yes Princess," I said, slouching down on the couch.

"One last thing," she said, pulling out her lipstick. She took my cock in her hand, the breath running out of me. She wrote her name on my prick with the lipstick. "No touching. Or I'll know."

She gave me a peck on the lips as she left, locking the door behind her.



The Princess and the Protector



The air in the Bronze Sword Tavern was hot and humid and smelt heavily of ale and sweat. There was a constant loud buzz as the occupants of the overfilled room engaged in their alcohol-fueled conversations. The patrons were a mix of sailors, soldiers and independent adventurers. The tavern was in the middle of the city, which made it not only one of the busiest places to eat, but also the one with the most diverse patronage. There was a reason the sailors, soldiers and adventurers tended to stay in the bars of their own districts; they rarely ever got along. If a patron came to the Bronze Sword Tavern it was for the refreshment of food and ale, and the excitement of an inevitable fight.

The rowdiness of the tavern was exactly why Perin L'reias was sitting at a table in the far corner of the large, crowded room. Perin looked up at the male in front of him and was pleased to see that the man was sweating. The man hadn't given his name, and Perin hadn't expected him to. They were there on business, and the man's line of work it was best if identities were kept hidden.

"So how long do you think this will take?" Perin asked in a deep voice that was at odds with his slender yet athletic build. 

The man looked at Perin in what he assumed was supposed to be a cool and confident manner, but with sweat beading down his pale face and slicking his black hair to his forehead it was incredibly unconvincing.

"It will be done within three weeks if the price is right." The man said. It was obvious by his accent that he was from the West. The man lingered a little too long over his i's and his r's sounded strange to Perin.

Perin was from deep in the Southern reaches of the kingdom. Down South it was sweltering hot and unbearably humid. Therefore the temperature in the room wasn't foreign to Perin, the only thing bothering him was the stale stench of ale and too many people with poor hygiene practices. These people in the Middle Kingdom were a lot bulkier than his people; men with more muscles than brains, and skin as pale as fresh milk. Perin's own people had a deep olive complexion and were built lithe and athletic in order to survive their climate. 

"Three weeks is too long." Perin stated firmly. Surrounded by so many people from the Middle Kingdom, he could hear that his voice was much deeper and more fluid than those around him.

"Any quicker is impossible." 

"For you perhaps, but I have no doubts that there are others that could get the job done quicker." Perin said, gently fingering the food on his plate with distaste. 

"Others?" The man snorted indignantly. "There are no others better than me."

"Yet you state that three weeks is the best you can do?" Perin pushed his plate away and gave the sweating Westerner a piercing glare.

"You want to talk time yet you have not talked price." The man said with a grimace.

"I have not yet heard anything impressive enough to warrant talk of a payment." Perin said with a bored shrug. The man's eyes flickered with anger and Perin was exceptionally pleased. The hot tavern combined with the typical Western inability to hide emotions meant that this man was as easy to read a child's book. He was good, Perin would give him that, but he fell far too easily into the habits of his culture. 

"What you ask for is very complicated." The man told him through gritted teeth.

"If you think so then perhaps this is not the job for you." Perin told him, allowing a hint of derision slither into his tone.

"Two weeks." The man conceded angrily.

"One."

"One and a half, and the pay had better be bloody good." The man said through gritted teeth.

One and a half weeks was good. Much better than Perin had dared to hope for. To be honest the man's original quote of three weeks was on par with his expectations. However, Perin had heard that this man was the best, and he was hoping he could better it.

"Name your price."

The glint in the man's watery blue eyes told Perin that this was very close to being a done deal. As long as he could effectively negotiate price he and his Charge might just be able to achieve their goal before the end of the month.

~*~

Liliene sighed and slumped back in her seat as she watched the exchange from the other side of the crowded tavern. She had told Perin that it would be best if she negotiated this particular contract, but he had adamantly refused. What if she had been recognized? It was dangerous enough that she had to be here in the first place, but putting his Princess at extra risk was something that her Guardian was loathe to do.

Liliene pulled her cloak a little tighter around her despite the heat of the tavern and smiled as she watched Perin negotiating with the Western male. If she were the one striking the deal she would have had a firm contract with nothing but a light batting of her eyelashes and a flash of gold. Perin, however, seemed to have a bit of a harder time. The man was intimidated by him, but he hid it reasonably well. 

Perin was attractive by almost anyone's standards; he had just enough muscle to add an erotic edge to his body, but not so much that he was weighed down by bulk. His jet black hair was smooth and tied back with a thick brown strap, his cerulean eyes were the colour of the exotic Southern oceans and thoroughly at odds with his dark complexion. His eyes were startling, and even Liliene with her confidence and commanding nature often found herself falling uncontrollably into their depths. 

The man and Perin seemed to be close to striking a deal. The man, it seemed, was eager to be out of the crowded room and the stench inside of it. He was sweating profusely, and Liliene could only imagine that he was wondering what kind of creature Perin was to be able to remain perspiration free. Liliene watched as Perin's long slender fingers traced the outline of some shapes on the table, the man watching with as much interest as he would if he were studying a masterpiece.

Their plan, of course, was a masterpiece. A few weeks ago they had left their home city of Heliose in the southern tropics to travel to Linkentrop in the East to negotiate a marriage contract for Liliene. Their party had been attacked and Liliene and Perin had been the only ones kept alive. It hadn't taken long for the pair to realize that the ambush was set by Liliene's twin brother, Caris the High Prince of the South. After their parents had died, the twins were both in line to inherit the throne. At their birth the midwives had claimed that Liliene was pulled from her mother first, but Caris was always the louder one- it was his raspy cries that had first filled the spacious room of the palace. It was Caris's lungs who filled with air and life while the midwives worked hard to bring Liliene back from death's doorstep.

Liliene, under counsel from her parents most trusted advisors, had agreed to negotiate a marriage contract with the Westerners in order to create a powerful alliance that her brother couldn't hope to match, thereby solidifying her claim to the throne. There were four other rulers in the land, but there was only one Princess. Her brother would have guessed at her plans as soon as she announced her trip, if some pretty little spy hadn't gotten around to telling him even before that. Despite the sibling rivalry, Liliene would never consider harming her brother. Clearly, Caris didn't feel the same. 

Liliene and Perin's assailants had been little more than hired thugs. They had seriously underestimated Perin's strength due to his lack of extreme muscles, and one night her Guardian had broken free of his bonds and slain all but one of their kidnappers. That night he had questioned the final one until he had gotten everything he needed and done away with him too. The goal of the attack had been to capture Liliene and return her to Heliose, so that she could be married to some minor noble and sent away from court. It was for this reason that Perin planned to do the complete opposite. They had to get to Linkentrop, and they had to do it as quickly as possible. Liliene needed to arrange a marriage and then return home, showing Caris who was really more fit to be ruler. 

Liliene had suggested to Perin that they drag the last kidnapper back to Heliose with them to expose Caris's deeds. After seeing his treachery he would surely be exiled. If they continued with the marriage contract they would still have him in a position of power. However, Perin was utterly convinced that it would be better to keep the High Prince around; it was easier to keep track of an enemy that you could see than one that was far from view.

As Liliene watched Perin negotiate the contract with the Westerner she couldn't help but think, again, that it would be great to forgo the marriage contract all together. She had no desire to marry some Eastern prince, as powerful as he was. She much preferred her own people to the pale and beefy sorts that the green pastures of the East bred.

Watching Perin winding this Western smuggler around his fingers was something that made her appreciate him that little bit more. Perin had been assigned as Liliene's Guardian from the moment he learned to wield a sword. Of course he had been in training at the time under the watchful eye of a seasoned warrior, but she had grown up knowing that he would be around her for as long as either one of them would live. She had watched Perin go from a ham-fisted child to one of her country's most adept warriors. 

Perin had always taken his duty seriously, most of the time Liliene thought he took it far too seriously. He had always been distantly polite to her, ever the professional. Liliene, however, had spent most of her teenage years trying to steal his attention and catch him off guard. She was attracted to him, no matter how hard she tried to deny it, it was the truth. There had been one or two very rare occasions where Perin had let his determination waver, and those moments were emblazoned into her mind- the feeling of his lips on hers, the way he looked at her when he thought she wouldn't notice, a touch that lingered just a little too long.

The last week had been torture for Liliene. After freeing themselves from the clutches of her brother's paid minions they had spent a week traveling to the Central Kingdom so that they could find a fare to the East. Along the way they had kept off the roads, travelling up and down the Palisade Mountains through the dense forest that surrounded them. The days were crisp in the Central Kingdom but the nights were bitterly cold. That had meant that Perin had broken the boundaries of their official relationship and slept close to her out of necessity. It had been a long while since Liliene had taken a lover to her bed, and the feeling of his hot and warm body against hers, his strong arms wrapped around her protectively, was more than she could handle. She had tried to get his attention on multiple occasions, murmuring that there were much more efficient ways to warm up a sleeping roll than to just cuddle, but he had ignored her. 

The look of pure concentration and determination on Perin's face as he negotiated the deal with the smuggler was intoxicating. Liliene could get lost in his eyes easily on a normal occasion, but when they were so full of passion it was impossible not to drown in the cerulean oceans. They would be spending the night in this city, at an inn on the outskirts of town. To appear less suspicious Perin had claimed that the two were husband and wife, so naturally they had been given a room with only one bed. Liliene knew that he would sleep on the floor, but she would much prefer that they continue the charade and play the role of a married couple inside of their room as well as outside.

With a mischevious half smile Liliene closed her eyes for a moment and whispered the words of a spell that she had learned as a child. It was called the Ghost Hand. In her younger years she had used it to tickle her brother when he had been at his weapon practice, or to tug on her tutor's beard when his lecture digressed from its topic. This time though, she focused her energy on Perin's upper thigh. The mischevious smile turned to a grin of triumph when she noticed his legs tense under the table when the Ghost Hand made contact.

For all intents and purposes Perin would feel as though he had a real hand on his thigh, and Liliene would also be able to feel him as though it were her own corporeal hand doing the touching. The spell didn't create a fake hand as such; instead it broke the limitations of her physical form and allow her to touch things over a long distance. 

Liliene had a theory that if she could arouse Perin enough, he would be able to get over his infernally irritating sense of duty and actually enjoy her affection. His unguarded moments had proven that to her. However, it had been difficult for Liliene to find a situation where this was possible. Whilst they were prisoners he was never within her line of sight, and whilst they were traveling to this stinking city all of his concentration had been on keeping her safe. Even waking in the morning, with his erection pressed into her arse, hadn't convinced him to allow himself a respite from his duties. Every time she had said or done something to encourage him to stray, he had pulled himself away or ignored her comments. Now, though, Perin was in the perfect position to be subject to her will.

Liliene's ghost fingers traced soft circles on Perin's firm thighs as he spoke to the smuggler. She watched with satisfaction as his hand clenched on the rough wooden table top. She knew that if she had tried this at any other time he would have reprimanded her harshly for two reasons; her magic was not to be used for such pointless endeavors, nor was it appropriate for her to be soliciting him in such a manner. But as Perin sat in the middle of a crowded tavern, negotiating a very dangerous journey for them, she knew he would never risk turning to glare at her. His duty to keep her safe would come first- he would never risk looking at her and showing any sign that they were connected. 

The knowledge that she had a small amount of time left to get his blood hot enough made Liliene edge her ghost fingers further up his thighs. Her index and middle fingers slowly walked towards his inner thigh and she watched as his eyes widened , figuring out her intent. 

~*~

Perin's entire body tensed as he felt the phantom fingers stroking the thick fabric of his pants along the crotch seam line. It was a mix of shock and anger that made his blood turn cold. It was Liliene, it had to be. He wanted to yell at her, to tell her that this wasn't the time for her games, but he wouldn't risk looking at her just in case the smuggler noticed. He couldn't afford to give away her position. 

She was good, he had to give her that. The Princess had chosen the perfect time to further her pursuit of him. He couldn't respond, and they both knew that. And his only way of getting away from her assault would be to get out of her line of sight. As Liliene's ghost fingers gently stroked the bulge of his testicles through his pants he gritted his teeth in determination.

"A separate passage would be safer." The Smuggler said for the third time. Perin shook his head.

"No, we have to go together." Perin insisted.

"Your ships would only be a few hours apart."

"A few hours that I cannot afford."

"In the span of a week and a half, two hours is but a breath." The smuggler said with a shrug.

"You want me to trust my wife in the hands of your bribed smugglers?" Perin laughed. His mirth was cut short when Liliene's Ghost Hand gave his soft manhood a squeeze. It took all of Perin's concentration not to jump in surprise. 

"It would be riskier for you to both travel to together. If we are audited by the Border troops then it will be easier to explain the presence of a whore on one ship and a Southern sailor on another than a Southern couple travelling together." The Smuggler said through gritted teeth. Though he had taken care to keep his voice to a low whisper it still held a lot of anger. 

"My wife is not a whore." Perin said irritable, despite the fact that Liliene's Ghost Hand was now gently stroking his manhood and proving her wantonness. 

"Nor are you a sailor. But while you are on one of my ships you had best learn to pretend to be what I tell you to be." The Smuggler said.

Perin would have been angry at the man for his insolence, but the feeling of Liliene's spelled hand stroking his length distracted him. Right now he was ready to tell the man that he was welcome to have Liliene on a separate ship if he thought he could handle her, but he reigned in his disapproval of her methods and decided that the best plan of action would be to wrap up this conversation and get Liliene to a place where he could give her a severe tongue lashing.

"One ship." Perin managed to demand, even though the blood was leaving his brain and rushing to his cock. It was getting harder and harder to ignore Liliene's spell. It had been a long time since he had felt a woman's hand stroking him so artfully. 

"An extra ten gold for the added risk to my crew." The Smuggler said, disgruntled.

"Five." Perin negotiated. At this rate he and Liliene would be hard pressed to get to Linkentrop at all. Getting past the border undetected was one thing, but they still needed to get to the capital city of the East. 

"Nine."

"Six-" Perin's sentence ended in a sharp intake of breath as Liliene gave his swelling cock a hard squeeze.

"Eight." Her entire palm wrapped around his girth.

"Seven." He managed to splutter as she begun to stroke him.

"Eight."

"Seven." He bartered, barely able to concentrate as her hand sped up. It was bad enough that he had to sleep with her for the past week, but this was just plain torture.

"Eight, nothing less." 

"Fine, eight, but you will find another role for my wife besides a whore. I will not have her spoken of that way." Perin said.

Perin understood the need for pretense, especially considering how dire their circumstances had become, but he would never have it said that Princess Liliene was a whore- even if it were just for a disguise. Even if she were a stubborn, rebellious wench at times it was his job to ensure that she be treated with respect. As the pace of her phantom stroked sped up and Perin's breath came faster he realized that he had to protect her not only from her brother but from herself.

"If you have luggage that will be extra." The Smuggler said, wiping his sweating face on his sleeve. At first the man had been extremely nervous, but the business talk seemed to mollify him somewhat- this man was clearly more comfortable when talking about his trade. 

"We have nothing but the clothes on our back and one small pack each." Perin said. 

"Very well. I will talk to my men and meet you back her tomorrow evening." The Smuggler told him with a grim now.

"Sounds good." Perin managed to hiss through carefully controlled breaths. The Smuggler finally seemed to notice Perin's loss of composure and looked at him curiously.

"Are you well?" The man asked suspiciously "We won't take on sick people- I'll not risk the health of my crews." 

Perin wanted to strangle Liliene.

"I'm fine." Perin snapped. Despite his reassurance the man seemed to notice the small beads of sweat that now dotted his hairline. The feeling of Liliene's ghost hand on his erection was scratching an itch that he had been suffering from for a long time. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to drag her into the nearest dark alley and do the job properly. He wouldn't though. He couldn't- he was her Guardian and she was his Princess. Even thinking of her in that manner was an affront to his vows.

"Very well, I will see you tomorrow. Same place, same time... Except I want a corner table tomorrow." The Smuggler said before getting to his feet and pushing his way through the wall of bodies to get to the door. 




The Princess and the Protector



The sudden absence of the man meant that there was very little distraction from Liliene's ministrations. In between some strokes she would stop and pay attention to the head of his erection, her fingers tracing circles on him through the thick fabric of his pants, before coming back to stroke him harder and faster. Perin had to bite back a groan as he felt his balls tighten eagerly, desperately wanting release. He wanted to let her do this almost as badly as he wanted to reprimand her for her rash behavior. For a moment, he forgot their plan. He was so distracted by Liliene's Ghost Hand that he couldn't quite remember the signal he was meant to give her. He was tempted to look over at her, he wanted to see what was going on behind those deep brown eyes of hers, but he knew that it was too dangerous. 

It took a few minutes for Perin to break through the lust-induced fog in his mind and remember to scratch his nose. That was the signal they had arranged. Liliene's hand immediately stopped moving, but lingered over his throbbing erection hesitantly. For a tense moment he thought that she would ignore his signal, however, her Ghost Hand gave his cock one last squeeze before his lap felt painfully empty. 

Perin was too distracted by his painful erection to bother looking up to see what other mischief Liliene would cause. However, a few moments later there was a loud roar at bar and one of the sailors turned and punched an adventurer hard in the mouth. The adventurer's friends cried out in anger before jumping on the sailor. The sailor's mates decided to join in the scuffle and in an instant the relative order of the tavern turned into utter chaos. As the fight escalated people either got off their seats to dive into the brawl or high tailed it towards the door. 

Finally, Perin saw the deep brown wool of Liliene's travelling cloak rise from a table on the other side of the room and make for the door. With an almost single-minded determination he followed her from the Tavern, desperate to ensure safety- if only so that he could yell at her for her foolishness. 

~*~

Liliene could hear Perin's footsteps echoing through the night as she made her way through the maze of cobblestone streets to get back to their Inn. Her heart was beating fast and her face was flushed from the stunt she had pulled. She had done it with the sole purpose of getting his attention, but unsurprisingly the feel of his cock in her hand, even through the fuzzy perception of the Ghost Hand, had made her core throb as it became slick with her desire.

As Liliene walked she could hear Perin pick up his pace. It wasn't long before he was walking beside her, his entire body tensed, his fists clenched angrily by his side. She snuck a look at him out of the corner of her eyes but he was looking forward, his deep blue eyes glaring off into the night. She reached out and tried to grasp his hand in her own but he snatched it away.

"We are meant to be husband and wife." She hissed, so low that she wondered if he would hear it.

"We are not at the inn yet." He snapped. Liliene rolled her eyes but kept her hands to herself.

Unlike the buildings in the middle of the city which were stout structures made of stone, the Inn on the outskirts was made of ageing wood. The structure towered two stories above the other low-lying buildings, and was always busy. It was the place where most travelers stayed on their first night in the city- the place closest to the town gates, yet far enough from the centre of town to avoid the late-night noise

It wasn't until they were able to make out the words handing on the rickety wooden sign above the door of the Inn that Perin shortened his stride and stepped closer to her. This time when Liliene took his hand in hers he didn't pull away, but he also didn't grasp hers properly. His fingers just sat in hers limply like a dead fish. Liliene figured that it was better than nothing.

It was well into the night when they walked into the Inn, but the owner was still bustling around the bar as they did so. He looked up at them and gave them a polite nod before continuing to sweep the floors. Perin and Liliene walked through the open doorway and towards the stairs. Their room was on the second floor, and it took them hardly any time to reach it. Perin jammed the key into the lock angrily and opened the door. The room was wood paneled, with one small window opposite the door, and a rough bed against the wall. There was one table with short candle and a rough wooden chair. 

"Perin-" Liliene begun, but stopped abruptly when Perin pushed her into the room none-too-gently. 

"Wait." He orderede, turning to lock the door behind them before turning back to her, his eyes alight with anger. "What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"Perin, relax! It was just a bit of harmless fun." Liliene said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"A bit of fun? Princess, I was negotiating with a smuggler to get us passage to the East! For the last week and a half have been hunted- they want to kill you! Nothing we do here is for fun!" Perin said, slipping his leather gloves off his hand.

Liliene rolled her eyes and pulled her hood down, allowing her smooth sheet of raven hair to cascade from its folds. Her fingers tingled as she remembered how it felt to hold his rigid cock. She looked up at him and her perfectly manicured black eyebrows furrowed.

"And you think this tension between us is helpful?" Liliene asked, her hands balling into fists. Perin's posture became rigid and he glared at her.

"There is no tension between us." He growled defensively, his voice forced and unconvincing. Liliene laughed.

"You kissed me a month ago." She said matter-of-factly.

"It was an accident. A mistake. I have apologized for that." Perin said bitterly, looking away from her and crossing his arms over his chest.

"What about the other morning when I woke to feel you pressed against my back?" Liliene asked, raising her eyebrow questioningly.

"It was a cold night, we had no choice but to be close." He said with a jerky shrug.

"Yes, but the cold doesn't explain the heat that I felt." Liliene said evasively, knowing that Perin would know exactly what she meant.

"I couldn't help that!" Perin said through gritted teeth. "Ask any male- I wake up like that more often than not." His high cheek bones flushed a deep red and Liliene smiled. It made him look terribly endearing.

"Yes, so I've heard, but when you pressed it against me what was I to think?" Liliene asked, stepping closer to him.

"Your Highness, I am going to sleep. We have a long day on the morrow and an even longer night following that. You'd best get some rest." Perin turned from her quickly and went to his pack that was in the corner of the room. He shrugged off his nondescript brown travelling cloak and undid his sword belt. When he leant over to untie his boots Liliene stepped up behind him and placed her hand on his lower back, feeling the heat of his skin through the rough spun tunic.

"I've seen you watching me when you think that I'm not looking." Liliene whispered. Perin's body froze beneath her touch. "I don't see why you are so adamantly against accepting my affection."

For a few moments Liliene believed that Perin would just ignore her. Much to her surprise he straightened up and turned to face her, his stunning blue eyes dancing with emotion.

"I made a vow to keep you safe from harm." Perin's voice was strangled.

"That is your reason?" She asked with a laugh "I know you made a vow Perin, but think about this realistically- can you possibly hope to keep me from every harm? What if I stub my toe when I leave this room? What if I fall of my horse whilst riding?"

"The ambush was different! I was supposed to protect you and instead we got captured!"

"We were overwhelmed." Liliene said soothingly "You did the best you could and both you and I are alive to tell the tale." Perin's blue eyes darted away from hers and she knew he wasn't convinced by her platitudes. "But Perin, that doesn't explain why you don't want me."

"Don't want you?" Perin said, eyes going wide. "Oh for the love of-" He stopped, shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment. He took a couple of deep breaths before his eyelids fluttered open and she was caught in the torrent of his entrancing eyes. "It isn't that I don't want you," he said, voice resigned "it's that I can't want you."

"Why?" Liliene demanded "Why can't you want me?" Perin looked at her as though she had slapped him.

"Why? You ask why? Where do you want me to start?" Perin asked angrily. "You are my Princess and I am nothing but your Guardian! Your parents were the King and Queen and mine were naught but peasants. Guardians are not allowed to take lovers."

"When I am Queen I can change that." Liliene said, unable to look away from his stormy blue eyes.

"When you are Queen you will be married to the King of the East!" Perin returned. Liliene's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "This trip wasn't a holiday! You and I both know that the party was escorting you to arrange a marriage! You know this yet you ask me why I can't want you?" His voice was pained and his eyes desperate.

"Perin..." Liliene whispered, reaching out and cupping his cheek in her hand. He closed his eyes for a moment and leant into her touch. When he opened his eyes again he let out a heavy sigh and took a step away from her, her heart ached at the distance.

"Liliene, please don't make this any harder." Perin said. 

Liliene's eyes stung as reality hit her hard. She had known that she would be going to arrange a marriage, but her mind had blocked it from her heart. She didn't want to marry a Easterner. She didn't want to marry for power. She certainly didn't want to marry just to spite her brother. 

The Princess had spent the past ten years in her Guardian's company. He had been there to protect her from harm, to counsel her when she was concerned, and to support her through her toughest hours. He was everything she wanted in a husband; smart, fierce, loyal and strong. When she looked into his eyes now she could see her own longing mirrored in his eyes.

When Liliene's lips fell against Perin's a bolt of hot desire sizzled through her entire body. In an instant he wrapped his arms around her and she melted into him. Her tongue ran impatiently along his lips and they parted, eagerly allowing her access his mouth. His kiss was just as hungry as hers as his arms tightened around her. 

Liliene pulled her lips away from his and rested her forehead against his chin. Her chest was heaving, her breaths rapid and irregular.

"I want you." The words rolled of his tongue and crashed down upon her like a tidal wave. Years of waiting and needing exploded inside of her and her entire body burnt with the need to feel him inside of her.

Liliene placed her hands on Perin's firm chest and pushed him back against the closed door. He let out a gasp of shock but she cut it off when her lips slammed against his. Her hands traveled down his chest, skimming over his stomach and thighs to grasp the hem of his tunic. When she had a hold of the fabric she pulled it up desperately. They broke their kiss for just long enough to get the tunic over his head, before resuming with the same desperation and intensity. 

When Perin's hands came up to unclasp her cloak Liliene moaned into his mouth. His hands slipped under the fabric and then pushed it off her shoulders, the cloak pooling on the ground behind her gracefully. His deft fingers then slid to the laces of her leather corset, he plucked at them for a few moments before the item was loose enough for him to slide down over her hips. Next, his fingers slipped under her shirt and lifted it over her head. 

The next time that they broke their kiss they weren't so eager to resume it. Instead, Perin looked down at Liliene's exposed breasts in awe. Slowly, carefully, he reached up to take her glorious mounds in his hands, allowing her aroused nipples to bite into his palms tantalizingly. Liliene smiled up at him, loving the way that his eyes were filled with awe. 

"You're beautiful." He whispered. His hands moved lower over her pert breasts and he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Liliene moaned as she leant forward, eagerly pressing her naked torso against his. His skin felt like molten gold against her own, his chest burning her body with pure desire. 

Liliene kissed Perin again, this time more slowly, as her hands memorized the planes of his back and chest. When she reached the waistband of his breeches she tugged at them impatiently and he groaned, leaning his head back against the door. She could feel his erection pressed against her lower stomach and pushed her body harder against his. His fingers pinched at her nipples almost painfully and she cried out. 

Carefully, Liliene pulled away from Perin and took his hands in hers. As she led to the bed all she could think about was the way it had felt when her Ghost Hand had taken his length and stroked it. She knew that the Ghost Hand spell was often very realistic, but she wanted to feel it for certain. Liliene put her hands firmly on Perin's shoulders and guided him to sit on the bed, and then to lie down. When he was lying before her, his chest heaving with desire, his erection tenting his pants, she smiled and crawled onto the bed, straddling his upper thighs eagerly.

Liliene looked into Perin's eyes and was caught in them as her fingers pulled at the laces on his breeches. As she did so, she couldn't help but brush against his length, every time she made contact he sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth and her womanhood flushed with the fluid of her arousal. Finally, the laces were loose enough for her to pull his pants down over his hips.

Liliene had seen Perin half naked before. There were many times where the heat of their home land had meant that he trained without his shirt. She had always admired his body, perfectly toned without being too bulky, lithe and graceful yet undoubtedly strong. As she had watched the sweat dripping down his sculpted chest she had imagined that is he was laboring over her rather than his training. However, when she pulled his breeches down she was now able to admire him on a whole new level. He was stunning. He was the perfect length, his deep brown skin peeling slightly back to reveal a pinkish brown tip that was already moist with his precum. 

Unable to restrain herself, Liliene leant forward and pressed her lips against his sensitive tip. Perin gasped and one hand shot down to tangle in her hair. Spurred on by his reaction, Liliene flicked her tongue out to taste him and moaned her appreciation. She eagerly eased his cock into her mouth, desperate to have the first of his seed coat her tongue. She took him in as far as she dared before she pulled away until she was barely holding onto him. Her tongue swirled over his exposed tip and his body stiffened underneath her as his hand gripped the back of her head tighter. 

It didn't take Liliene long to find a rhythm that had Perin bucking his hips and panting desperately. The more she sucked, the more she was rewarded by the taste of his seed eagerly leaking into her mouth. Her entire core was flooded with desire and the need to feel him inside of her was becoming overwhelming. 

Unwilling to wait any longer, Liliene reluctantly pulled her mouth of Perin and rolled off the bed. She got to her feet and quickly shed her boots and pants, eager to feel his hot skin pressed against her own. As soon as she removed her last item of clothing she noticed that he was watching her with such intensity that it made her blush. His eyes studied every part of her, drinking her in, consuming her with utter need and desperation. Eager to avoid wasting another moment, she crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist and slowly lowering herself down so that she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into her dripping folds. 

~*~

Perin groaned as he felt Liliene's hot wet womanhood pressing down on him. When she had taken him in her mouth it had been amazing, but he was sure that it would pale in comparison to being able to slide inside of her. After a few moments Liliene begun to grind her hips against him slowly, teasingly, and he took the opportunity to reach up and once more fondle her glorious breasts.

The walk home from the Tavern had been tense; not only because Perin was angry with Liliene, but also because he had been unable to rid himself of the erection she had caused. Even though he knew it was wrong, he had wanted her ever since he had begun wanting women. They spent so much time together, and were so close to one another, that being with her only felt natural. Except for when it came to sex; he had resigned himself to the knowledge that he would never be able to be with his Princess in that way. It was that resignation that had kept him safe from her charms for the last year or so, and his inner acceptance that his role as her Guardian was far more important than his ill-conceived desire for her.

Perin's breath caught in his throat as Liliene raised her hips away and positioned herself so that his tip was pressed lightly against her entrance. The look in her pretty brown eyes was one of determination, a look that he had seen in her eyes so many times that he had come to believe it was one of the few looks she was capable of. That look brought all of his concerns crashing back down upon him.

"Liliene..." He started. Now that his sensibilities had returned he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't risk ruining their relationship or putting her in danger just so that he could get off. He was about to continue his protest, to tell her that they should stop, when she looked down at him, rolled her eyes, and took sheathed his entire length within herself in one quick movement.

The way that Liliene cried out as she fell down upon him was enough to drive his momentary panic from his mind and reawaken his lust. Everything else in his mind faded away into nothingness as his entire consciousness focused on how amazing it felt to be enveloped deep within her core. She was deliciously wet and tight and the way she moved her hips was hypnotic. Every now and again she would moan a little and her core would tighten around him, coaxing his seed a little further and further each time. As she rode him he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Time blurred for Perin as his long denied wish came true. Liliene looked glorious in the throes of her passion. Her high cheekbones were coloured with an alluring shade of red, her eyes were closed and her rose red lips slight parted as she moaned in desire. As she gyrated her hips her breasts bounced slightly and her black hair fell forward to hide just enough of her skin so that Perin was left in a constant state of wanting to see more of her. 

The only thing that Perin could keep track of was the way that his cock responded to Liliene. It hadn't taken long for him to reach a point where he could easily spill his side within her. However, after waiting so long for this moment he had no inclination to let it end so soon. 

Liliene's cries intensified, and her core squeezed him with more frequency and intensity. Within a few moments her hands were pressed against his bare chest, her fingernails digging painfully into his skin as she threw her head back and screamed out in rapture. Her womanhood squeezed him with such intensity that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to distract him from the pleasure so that he wouldn't come inside her.

When Liliene's cries finally subsided and she collapsed against him, Perin took the opportunity to pepper a trail of kisses along the sensuous curves of her neck and shoulder. After giving her a moment to catch her breath he wrapped his arms around her back and rolled over so that she was now beneath him, her legs spread wide beside his hips and his cock deep within her. Her mouth was open in a perfect circle of surprise and he grinned. She wasn't the only one that could take control.




The Princess and the Protector



Perin wasted no time, nor did he give Liliene a chance to recover from her orgasm. He thrust in and out of her with an intensity that made his heart pound against his ribcage painfully. As his pelvis slammed against her sensitive clitoris she cried out loudly and raked her fingernails down his back. The light gouging should have hurt Perin, but instead it intensified his pleasure. Knowing that it was his manhood that was making her reaction so carnal was extremely arousing. 

Much to Perin's delight Liliene's womanhood began to clamp down around him again as her cries became louder and louder. She buried her face against his neck and nipped at the tight corded musles playfully as he continued to pound into her. When her cries reached a fever pitch Perin completely and utterly lost control of himself and allowed his entire being to be swept away by a tidal wave of desire. All Perin could feel was the breathtaking sensation of her inner muscles squeezing and milking him as he exploded deep within her, filling her with his hot seed. The knowledge that he was coming inside of her made his heart soar and intensified the relief that he felt.

~*~

Liliene regained awareness off the world slowly. 

When she and Perin had climaxed together everything except for their coupling had ceased to exist. Now, everything was slowly filtering back into her consciousness; the dark wooden room around them, the muted light filtering in through the flimsy curtains, the fact that she had finally bedded Perin.

Perin was even more wonderful than she had imagined. He had filled her and fulfilled her in such a way that left her quite astounded. He had fit perfectly inside of her, everything he did intensified her pleasure tenfold. He was not like her other lovers that had fumbled around foolishly in a misguided attempt to please her; Perin's attention had been exactly what she needed.

When she looked up at him she saw the fogginess of his desire slowly slipping out of his mesmerizing blue eyes. She reached up to caress his cheek and smiled at him.

"Perin, that was amazing." She told him softly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly before he pulled himself out of her and fell backwards onto the bed.

Liliene rolled onto her side and scooted up the bed so that she could rest her head on Perin's chest. She looked up at him and she could see the tumultuous sea of his eyes slowly equalizing towards the normality of his guarded expression. 

"Perin, I-" Instead of waiting for her to finish he leant forward and pressed his lips against her softly in a gentle silencing gesture. He didn't want to talk about it, Liliene guessed that he would probably need a bit of time to think about what had just happened, to process the fact that he had broken the traditions of his position.

Liliene knew it would be difficult for him to comprehend and come to terms with. She did feel slightly guilty, but as his seed slowly oozed out of her core she knew that she would never regret it. She just hoped that he felt the same way.

~*~

Author's Note: Hello and thanks for reading. This was originally intended to be a one shot but I ended up writing it in such a way that there is room for expansion either before or after this part. If there is any interest in reading more about Perin and Liliene let me know and I'll see what I can do! Constructive criticism and complimentary comments are welcome ( and appreciated) as are votes.



The Princess and the Protocol Droid



Note: Scraping or Gua Sha is an ancient Chinese medical treatment to discharge coldness and release negative energies. It can also break up pockets of lactic acid in the body that cause tension and pain. The treatment often causes large purple red bruises on the patient which are temporary. Often scraping is done using a coin, bone spoon or even the cut edge of an animal horn.

I have taken liberties with the story line following the Battle of Endor. For those Star Wars aficionados, please do not expect my descriptions to be canon.

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Leia stretched her lean but petite body, waking slowly under the satin sheets she insisted upon. Han cared nothing about such luxuries but gave in to her indulgences. Her hand slid across the bed to Han's spot. Upon finding it cold and empty, called out sleepily, "C3P0, has Han left?"

The golden droid snapped to attention where he waited patiently in the corner to do his mistress' bidding. "Oh my, yes, Mistress Leia. He left quite some time ago. Master Chewbacca and Master Han were called to a briefing by the Republic Army's general. I do believe they will be soon going out on a mission to the Outer Rim." Han had not officially joined the Republic Army since the foundation of the New Republic, but worked for them both as a diplomat at times and also as a mercenary. His days as a smuggler during the Imperial reign served him well now in a mercenary role. The Millennium Falcon, now completely overhauled and updated compliments of the New Republic, had become one of the most feared ships in the galaxy.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she demanded, annoyed.

"Master Han gave me strict orders to let you sleep as long as you wanted." the droid responded, wobbling to the bed on stiff legs. "He said you had a long day training at the Temple yesterday and wasn't expected to be back there today." Upon Leia's grunt, he continued, "He also said you worked out for several hours last night."

Leia had taken part in a grueling training session with her brother Luke yesterday. He had completed his Jedi training long before she even accepted she was Force sensitive as well. While she had no interest in becoming a full Jedi, Luke, after much convincing on his part, began training her in the ways of the Force. Her duties as Minister of State of the New Republic were essentially diplomatic, but the Jedi training kept her physically fit, an attribute she took great pride in, as well as helped her focus her mind during negotiations with ambassadors of worlds who had been sympathetic to the Empire.

Her arms and legs ached and her back was riddled with knots. Not only did Luke put her through the paces yesterday afternoon, Han showed no mercy in their "work out" last night. Han's emissions, mixed with her own, clung dried to Leia's inner thighs and fine hairs on her mound. Her inner core still throbbed dully.

Although Han had refined somewhat upon his new roles in the Republic and as a Princess' husband, he continued to maintain his rough, smuggler persona in private. Perhaps weary of checking his words and actions during the day in his diplomatic role, at night often Han spoke and acted unedited. This was especially true in the bedroom, where he delighted in taking an aggressive role to Leia's softer side. Last night was no different. No sooner than Leia donned her sheer silk chemise and brushed her long chestnut hair before a much needed sleep, Han appeared, loud, slightly dirty, and still clothed in his standard "uniform" of dark denim pants, white wrinkled cotton shirt and bantha leather vest. 

"I hope you didn't meet the ambassador to Garsala in that." Leia quipped, much more acidly than she anticipated -- a habit she had tried in vain to break.

Wordlessly, he swept her into his arms, carried her across the room, and unceremoniously plopped her on the bed before covering her petite frame with his larger muscled one, pinning her arms to her side with calloused hands. Leia was stronger than she appeared, thanks to years of playing the tomboy as a child, fighting Imperial forces and her recent Jedi training. She could easily use her toned body and the Force to push Han off her if she wished. 

What she desperately needed was sleep, but one heavy forceful kiss from Han revived her enough that pushing him off her was the last thing on her mind. She allowed him to take control of her, forcing his tongue in to her mouth. He pulled away before she could respond, "Watch it, Princess," he growled, running a hand down her side almost savagely.

Leia's body responded by rising to meet Han's touch as much as the weight of his body would allow. He grinned wildly, groping the edge of her chemise near the bust line. He pulled at the fabric hard, snapping the thin straps at the shoulders. "Nerf-herder!" Leia exclaimed, pushing Han off at last. "This is the third gown you've destroyed this month."

"If you wouldn't spend so much of Daddy's money (meaning the late Senator Bail Organa) on trivial things like silk nighties and satin sheets....." Han started. Leia covered his mouth with hers, not letting him finish his sentence.

Han responded by pinching a perfectly pert, hard nipple painfully before spreading Leia's legs apart with his own denim clad legs. His fingers found her now damp pussy and plunged inside without warning. Leia gasped at the invasion to her nether regions and gave up control again as Han pumped three fingers mercilessly in her wanting cunt. His thumb found her clit poking out of its hood, waiting eagerly for attentions. Han circled her clit with his thumb, teasing it roughly. He was in no mood to take things slowly tonight. He wanted Leia. He needed her, and after her acidic remarks about his clothing choices, he wanted to take her forcibly.

He looked down at this Princess, first in command to the ruler of the New Republic, below him with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her breath raspy and uneven, her long hair fanned out underneath her. She was a beautiful sight. She could infuriate him one moment and melt him another. The passion he felt for her was only slightly edged out by the love he felt for her. The mother of his future children, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. 

He searched her face for signs of fear and distrust. While he might want to take her forcibly, there was no pleasure in doing so if she wasn't agreeable. Finding only passion and desire on her face, he continued his savage attentions on her pussy and clit. She would come soon; he knew and when she did he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her before she could come out of her orgasmic high.

Stopping, he stood to unzip and remove his pants, frenzied with desire. Leia whined at the removal of his hand from her aching cunt. "Han...." she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed to find his fingers. Pants removed, hard cock jerking wildly against first his leg, then hers, Han pushed three fingers back into Leia and found her clit with his thumb once more, fucking her harshly with his hand. She groaned in satisfaction and gripped the arm he supported himself on. She felt pre-cum from Han's dick dribble onto her thigh, smearing into her smooth, pale skin. Leia groaned again, nearing her orgasm, needing release. 

Han removed his fingers from her wet hole to concentrate solely on her clit, pinching, pulling, rubbing furiously. The button hardened even more under his thumb and forefinger, poking out and standing tall. She tried to replace his fingers in her cunt with her own, but he stopped her. "Not tonight," he growled.

Instead, Leia began begging, "Han, yes, please. Harder. Rub harder." Bristled at her words (how dare she tell him what to do), driven by her words, he attacked her clit with further gusto. She screamed suddenly, digging her fingernails into his shoulder, striking a scar from battles past. Her hips rose unconsciously, her toes curled. Lights exploded in her brain and before her orgasm completely washed over her, she felt Han's cock push its way inside her sopping pussy. He showed no mercy by thrusting in to the hilt, before pulling out and thrusting in again.

Their lovemaking, for lack of a better word, went on in this manner for several hours until both spent, they collapsed on the bed, Han still inside Leia, his arms wrapped lovingly around her, and slept.

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Rousing herself, stripping out of her torn chemise and padding naked across the room to the water closet, she called to C3P0 on the way, "Could you please set up the massage table and retrieve the tauntaun horn? I am in desperate need of Gua Sha this morning."

"But Mistress Leia, I do believe you should wait another day or two. Your bruises haven't healed from the last treatment," he protested anxiously.

"Just do it." Leia snapped.

"Oh dear," the droid muttered, while carrying out her request.

By the time Leia emerged from the water closet, C3P0 had set up the massage table, covered it with another satin sheet and was preparing the herbal oils used in the Gua Sha treatment. He was, however, still muttering to himself about the abuse Leia was subjecting her body to. "Turn on the heat lamp and do not be gentle," Leia ordered as she arranged herself, face down, on the table.

If droids could sigh, C3P0 certainly would have out of frustration and reluctance. Nonetheless, he (it?) spread the oils on the princess' back and set to work scraping her with the edge of the tauntaun horn as firmly as he dared. Starting at her neckline, he worked his way down her back slowly watching bruises flare up on her creamy skin. "Ahhhh...." Leia gasped in pain, "Harder right there. Oh, what a knot!" Tears welled in her eyes, but she ordered again "Harder!" when CP30 began to scrape more delicately. 

"But mistress," the droid protested, "Oh, dear. I can see the pain you're in."

"Harder!" she insisted. Truth was, although she was near tears, Leia enjoyed the pain. To call her a pain-slut would be going a bit too far, but the pain of Gua Sha caused her to tingle all over. The droid doubled his efforts, causing Leia to winch visibly.

C3P0 scraped, Leia winched and groaned in pain until her back was covered in one giant bruise and she was almost trance-like. Once he completed the treatment, C3P0 stood at his mistress' side at attention, muttering to himself, waiting further instructions. "Threepio," she whispered, "massage more oil on the most bruised spots." She paused. "No arguments."

The massage nearly sent Leia in orbit from the pain. It was exquisite. She almost told the droid so, but caught herself, lest it lead to further protests and conversation. Instead she basked in the pain, letting it consume her entire body. Not surprisingly Leia slowly began to feel a familiar warmth and dampness between her legs. When the droid's hands reached her waist and the last of the bruises, she rasped quietly, "Farther." Without argument (for once), C3P0 applied oil to her round butt cheeks and began to massage slowly.

A small groan escaped Leia's lips. She knew she needed to dismiss him so she could relieve herself of the tension that grew between her legs. Unless.....

"A little deeper between the thighs." she ordered, hoping he wouldn't balk. The golden droid simply worked his metallic fingers between her thighs, massaging carefully in unfamiliar territory. Leia vaguely wondered if he had ever served her mother Padme in this manner. A question she would never know the answer to, as C3P0's memory had been wiped when she was just a baby. Although it intrigued her, she put the question out of her mind and concentrated on the hands kneading her flesh.

One metal finger brushed the outer edge of her pussy, causing her to spread her legs slightly. C3P0 balked the movement. She took the opportunity to turn onto her back, moaning at the pain when she did. Her chest rose and fell at her heavy breathing waiting to see what the droid would do. He simply stood, programmed to be at the ready for her bidding. "The inside of my thighs, please, Threepio." she said. He balked for a moment before fulfilling her request, dripping oil from the bottle onto her thighs before slipping two hands between her legs. He still avoided her pussy, and Leia didn't know how long she could hold off, especially now that lying on her back was putting constant pressure on her fresh bruises. The pain from the bruises sent shock waves through her body.

She bent each knee so that her soles of her feet were resting on the soft table. Suddenly confused, C3P0 stopped, his mind trying to determine the best course of action. Leia spread her legs, revealing her cunt, wet and throbbing. "Mistress..." C3P0 protested, unsure of what her actions implied.

She reached between her legs and stroked her shaven out lips. "These need massaged," she said.

"Mistress," the droid protested again, "I do believe that is something...perhaps...won't Master Han...." for once he was at a loss for words.

The princess took one of C3P0's hands, now slick from the massage oil, and placed it where hers had been. "Your orders are to serve me." She replied, growing anxious. "I know you have seen me 'massage' myself here. I know you look if you have not been dismissed from the room." Indeed, Leia and Han were often remiss in dismissing C3P0 before acting on their desire. And unbeknownst to Leia, Han had on occasion requested the droid record their love making session. Hey, something had to keep him company on his long voyages to the Outer Rim.

Reluctantly, his metallic fingers began to stroke her lips just as he had seen her do a moment ago. Leia moaned softly at his touch. "Threepio, you will help me cum this morning. No discussion. Do as you've seen Han and me do." She ordered more acidly than intended.

Again, C3P0 would have sighed had he been able to. He was frustrated, confused and intrigued at the request. Not since he could remember, had a mistress (or master) asked such a thing. "Oh dear," he whispered to himself, hoping his mistress did not hear. He looked at her spread before him. Her hair was hanging off one side of the table. Her milky breasts rose and fell unevenly with her already ragged breath. Pink nipples were hard and puckered. Under his fingers her pussy slowly leaked fluid onto the satin covered table below. The fine dark chestnut hairs above her cunt were still matted with dried semen and her juices from last night's session with Master Han. He had watched as Master Han, roughly pushed 3 fingers into her cunt, fucking her with them before bringing her screaming orgasm. Is that what she wanted of him? His lit eyes flashed off briefly as if to blink.

The golden droid decided move more slowly than Master Han had last night, choosing a relaxed pace he had seen his mistress use when alone. Standing at her right side, back to the door, he angled himself so that his right hand could stroke her as if she were stroking herself. His left hand moved jerkily for a moment seeking a place to rest before settling near her right shoulder. 

C3P0 started at the skin between Leia's two holes and with three fingers carefully stroked upward toward her clit. He balked a moment when Leia moaned low and loud. Caressing her again in the same manner, the droid began to relax, a vague, hazy recollection of having done this before in a different life-time threatening to bubble to the surface of his memory chip. He brushed the thought off as a fault of years of receiving second-hand parts for his numerous repairs. Perhaps a chip long used for another droid contained that memory, he rationed. Although he also used the memory to help guide him in this seemingly new task.

Leia moaned softly under C3P0's touch, but longed for him to part her lips and dip a metallic finger inside her. She chose not to push the droid further, lest he balk completely. Fingers now pinched her outer lips together, pulling upward at the same time, trapping her clit between folds of flesh. She raised her hips at the sensation, groaning in appreciation. The droid certainly had been watching when she pleasured herself. Finally, slowly, he released her and wiggling his fingers slightly parted her lips to expose her most private of places. His index finger curled around the edge of one lip, his third finger around the edge of the other, while the middle finger slid just inside the inner lips. Moisture coated that finger as he drug it cautiously up her slit to find her button forcing its way out of its hood.

A gasp escaped Leia as the metallic finger touched her clit for the first time. C3P0 no longer balked at the noises his mistress made beneath him. The sensations he was causing her seemed distantly familiar as he began to fall into his role increasingly more comfortably. Again he stroked his middle finger up the slit in her pussy to find her swelling clit again. He repeated this action a third time and would have a fourth if Leia hadn't hazily instructed him, "I need a finger inside me."

So instead of stroking upward, C3P0 followed her instruction and slid a finger inside Leia's now dripping tunnel. His fingers were stubby with only one joint, but he managed to find a depth that pleased her. Sliding the finger in and out cautiously he finally became confident enough in his actions to insert another finger and yet a third. He rested the palm of her hand in her the fine mass of chestnut hair just above her clit. The feeling of his fingers in her pussy, the pressure of his hand pushing down on her clit and the pain of the fresh bruises on her back as she rose to meet his hands sent her into a frenzy. "Rub my clit," she ordered breathlessly.

The golden droid reached between her legs with his free left hand, contorting his body to do so, and easily found her clit, now standing erect poking out of its hood. A single metal digit massaged her clit, first delicately, then with increasing pressure. The princess' hips rose to meet the thrusts of his fingers in her cunt. She moaned huskily in her passion, feeling a warmth start at her clit and spread through her body. She knew she was close to cumming and vaguely hoped she didn't frighten the poor droid when she did so. Her mind teetered on the edge between consciousness and insanity as C3P0's finger on her clit rubbed harder and faster.

"Almost...." she seemed to hiss through gritted teeth, "almost there..." C3P0 didn't know why, but this spurred him to double his efforts in her pussy and on her clit. Leia's brain exploded with brightly colored lights, her toes curled, the bruises on her back screamed in pain, the muscles in her legs tensed into rocks, a long high scream escaped her lips. A wave of release washed over her as her body spasmed and shuddered repeatedly.

Unbeknownst to the droid and the princess, the smuggler, returned from his meeting with the Republic Army's general hoping to find his wife still snuggled warmly in bed. He longed to touch her again this morning, perhaps this time more gently than last night. He opened the door to their bedroom just as Leia had ordered C3P0 to make her cum in that haughty acidic tone. That tone always managed to bristle and excite Han at the same time. It brought him back to the time they first met in the prison sector of the Death Star. She'd haughtily huffed they hadn't done a very good job in rescuing her as he'd led a whole platoon of Storm Troopers down a dead end hallway. Truth was, he fell in love with her as she blasted a hole in the side of the wall to escape. Used to the slaves at Jabba's Palace and submissive dancers in seedy cantinas on Tattooine, no woman before had talked to him with that much boldness.

Upon hearing Leia's request to C3P0, Han had to stop himself from striding across the floor to tend to Leia's needs instead. His curiosity had been piqued and his desire awakened. Would the droid comply with her orders? He'd heard of protocol droids that had been programmed for such needs, but he did not think C3P0 had been given such programming. Leia lay on the massage table, legs bent and spread, exposing herself to the droid. Her long chestnut hair, still mussed from a night of lovemaking and sleep hung draped over the edge of the table.




The Princess and the Protocol Droid



The droid paused just enough Han had to catch himself from entering the room. Then slowly, C3P0 began caressing his wife's pussy. Han suppressed a low groan, not wanting to interrupt what was about to unfold. The sight of Leia using the droid as nothing more than an oversized sex toy made his cock grow with excitement. When Han heard Leia order the droid to insert a metallic finger inside her obviously dripping pussy, he could no longer contain himself. He quietly unzipped his standard dark denim pants and released his hard cock. Supporting himself with one hand on the door frame, he slowly stroked his cock with the other, spreading the already forming pre-cum across the head. As the princess -- his princess - requested C3P0 rub her clit, Han struggled to keep his orgasm from rising before they were finished.

Leia's moans filled the room, exciting him and frustrating him more. His strokes became longer and faster and his mind sought pictures of paint drying to hold off the inevitable. When she screamed, he knew she had cum, and hard. He dropped all pretext of staying hidden. Han strode across the room in mock anger yelling at the droid along the way, "Get away from my wife, you oversized can opener." Shoving C3P0 roughly away from the massage table and Leia, "Get out of here now before I send you to the scrap heap."

C3P0, went scurrying from the room as swiftly as his stiff legs could carrying, calling, in his confusion and fright for his best droid friend, "R2D2, where are you? Oh my! Artoo? Where could he be?" (Truth was, R2D2 was galaxies away on a mission for the New Republic with Captain Wedge Antilles.)

"So Princess, last night wasn't enough for you?" Han sneered, still stroking his cock and pulling her hips to the edge of the massage table. He slid his cock into her easily causing her to interrupt the indignant insult of "Nerf-herder!" with loud satisfied groan. A few hard thrusts in her slick tight tunnel was all it took before he released himself deep inside her.

Leia's last thought before she wrapped her legs lustily around her smuggler's ass was secretly shared by Han. Looking at C3P0's hastily retreating back she mused, "I must have alterations made to that droid."