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To Serve A Princess Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



The Princess stood in the mirror for a long while and observed her reflection in its polished face. The dress was beautiful, accenting her full breasts and bringing out the beauty of her hazel eyes but it couldn’t erase the sadness from them. These days were to be the last fun ones of her life because in a few weeks, she would have to wed Sir Roger Gaufrette, the most eligible of all the local bachelors. She should be happy; indeed, she should be jumping for joy to be honored to be offered for but she could not. Because she held a secret. A secret so dear that she could not even speak it.

Princess Rosebud liked girls.

“Are you ready to go to the market, my darling?” Her mother, Queen Rosamund swept in, breaking her thoughts.

“Yes, mother.”

“You must buy some things to take with you tomorrow. Oh, isn’t it so exciting!”

“Yes, mother.”

“Well, don’t dawdle! Let’s get going!”

Even in the carriage, her thoughts flew back to girls. There wasn’t just one thing she loved about girls. It was everything. Soft lips, full curves. She would sneak downstairs and watch the handmaidens wash themselves, nearly swooning as the soapy lather clung to tasty nipples and delicious thighs.

“Rosebud?”

“Wha – What?”

“I was talking to you.”

The Queen continued her talking, weaving tales of other royal weddings and how grand the Princess’s nuptials would be. Princess Rosebud’s heart sank as the burgeoning spring foliage sped by. She did not want to marry a man. She wanted a woman!

Thankfully, the market was bustling with activity. She begged her mother to be allowed to wander and since there was no threat of danger to her, the Queen agreed. So Princess Rosebud set off alone. She searched the kiosks, accepting congratulations on her upcoming marriage as she looked over the merchants’ wares. Then, she saw her.

Her skin was the color of milk chocolate, smooth and beautifully oiled with her sweat as she struggled to move a bale of hay. Her arms were muscled, but not overly so; her hips were slim, her breasts pushed nicely against a low cut top and the harem-style pants she wore showed the sleek muscles of her legs. But what caught and held Princess Rosebud’s attention was her face. The girl was breathtaking with kohl blackened eyes and pink lips. 

Their eyes met and a thrill coursed through her. The girl nodded in reverential acknowledgement and turned to move a heavy wooden drum. The princess moved closer, her mouth suddenly dry and her silk-clad pussy suddenly wet.

“Excuse me.”

The woman turned and deep brown eyes gazed into her hazel ones. “Yes?”

The princess just gasped at the deep sound of her voice. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps at the sexy timbre. “I – I …”

“Velvet!” A harsh voice intruded. “Have you moved that drum yet?”

“Almost!” The girl replied to her potbellied boss, who stood in the doorway of the store but her eyes did not leave those of the princess. 

“Well, get it done! I have more work for you inside!”

“Okay!” Velvet turned back to the beautiful girl standing before her with a deep sigh. “I must go.”

“No, please …” Rosebud heard herself plead. “I have need of a handmaiden.”

“Talk to Mrs. Morris just over there. She has several girls that might meet your needs.”

“But I want you.”

Those words spoke volumes about what was in Rosebud’s heart and the two women just stared at each other. Then Velvet’s eyes moved down to Rosebud’s pursed lips and the alabaster tops of her breasts, returning to her eyes. “But I am a laborer.”

“I don’t care.” Rosebud said, imagining her head dipping between those muscled legs and mmmm … “I need someone that can help protect me as well as aid me in my daily tasks.” And those hands. Nice firm fingers that would plunge into my wet slit … “And you certainly look strong enough.”

“Oh, that I am.” Velvet boasted, drawing close, whispering, “And that’s not all I’m good at.”

Heat flared between them, coloring Rosebud’s delicate features and making the sweat shine on Velvet’s skin. Her heart thundered in her ears as the tip of Velvet’s tongue lazily slid across her own lips, knowingly ensnaring her in the web of sexual tension. That tongue rimming my asshole … 

“Call your boss.” The princess took a deep breath to clear her mind and moved closer to Velvet. She couldn’t resist quickly running a fingertip across her own puckered nipple, a motion that the other woman did not miss. “You belong to me now.”

*****

Velvet hefted her pack on her back and crested the last hill. The castle arose like a white slab of granite, nestled between rolling verdant hills and flowering fruit trees. It looked like a dream and seemed very fitting for the dream her day had become. She felt her pussy twitch and gush a bit as she remembered the princess and her hazel eyes. Such a beautiful woman … and she wants me! She could hardly suppress her enthusiasm as she packed her things and left the store. Her boss had required that she finish her day of work and was begrudgingly happy for her good fortune but he didn’t know how she really felt. How she longed to kiss Rosebud’s fingertips. How she longed to taste the warm expanse of Rosebud’s mouth. How she longed to lick the downy hairs along the crease of Rosebud’s ass.

Now here she was, standing nearly upon the drawbridge with only a portcullis separating her and the woman that she had fallen in love with. Did she really say that? She paused, examining her thoughts. Yes, I am in love with her! As she continued across the bridge, she secretly hoped in her heart that Rosebud was in love with her, too.

Up above, Rosebud stood on the forward parapet, a single yellow rose clutched in her shaking hands. She had been standing outside for the last half hour, searching the landscape for Velvet’s figure. The Queen had not been happy with her daughter’s wishes, but could not fault her logic. Rosebud would be in a strange household, and while she would be assigned handmaidens and ladies-in-waiting, it would be prudent to have someone close that she could absolutely depend on. She had given tacit approval, demanding that the woman be brought to an audience with her and the King first.

Ah, there!

She saw Velvet’s form, trudging up the hill and disappearing under the apple trees. Her heart set to thumping uncontrollably again, the shaking in her hands intensified and she swallowed past a lump in her throat. It was several minutes before she saw Velvet again and the lump in her throat was joined with tears. She saw that Velvet had taken the time to assemble a bouquet of apple blossoms and was securing them with the leather thong she had used for her hair. The thick black hair swung free, crowning her glorious face. She could stand it no longer. She left the parapet at a full run, leaping down the stairs and startling chambermaids and guards alike.

Velvet approached the portcullis and spoke to the guard. Within moments, the heavy structure lifted upward and she strolled into the outer bailey, accompanied by a guard who escorted her into the downstairs solar with words that she would be attended to shortly. She dropped her pack in the corner and took in the burnished wood and jeweled stained glass opulence of the room.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

Gasping for breath, Rosebud stood frozen in the doorway, her heart leaping in joy. She knew by the look on Velvet’s face that the other woman was feeling the same thing she was. The door closed silently behind her and she forced her legs to move, propelling her toward the advancing woman. They met in the center of the room.

“Welcome.” Rosebud’s breathy voice rolled over Velvet like the rays of the warming sun. She saw, with great joy, that the princess was offering her the rose she had been holding and she thrust her fragrant bundle forward.

“For you, my princess.”

My princess! Rosebud melted inside as she heard the words and gasped loudly as their fingers met during the exchange of flowers. Her reaction was echoed by Velvet and the princess trembled as the chocolate brown fingers brazenly stroked her pale ones.

“I like that you called me that.” She whispered.

“But you are my princess.” Rosebud nodded dully. Perhaps she had read something in her words that really wasn’t there. Velvet’s fingertips stroked the sensitive skin between her thumb and index finger as she moved a little closer. “But I will make you my Rosebud and I will be your Velvet.”

Velvet felt the woman tremble at her words and she ached to press her lips against the woman’s soft palm to seal them but the heavy door squeaked open and their hands quickly separated. A guard stepped into the room, bowing to Rosebud.

“They will see Mistress Velvet now.”

“Thank you, Rolf.” Rosebud dismissed him with a nod of her head and turned back to Velvet. “Come on. You have to meet my parents.” She grabbed Velvet’s hand and paused when she felt the woman’s fingers intertwine with hers, pulling her to a halt.

“A kiss first.”

“We can’t keep the King and Queen waiting.”

“Please,” Velvet moved close, looking down into her hazel eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. “My princess.”

Their lips met and both women groaned, Velvet’s slightly rough lips pressed against the soft, perfumed ones of the princess. She pulled the woman’s body against hers with an arm around her waist while the other supported her back, the fingers stroking her neck and sliding into her hair at the base of her skull. She ran her tongue along the seam of Rosebud’s mouth and whimpered as it opened, the sweet softness extending inward as her tongue gently sought to merge. She crushed her against her, suddenly overheated and sucked the princess’s tongue into her mouth.

Rosebud had never felt so loved, so wanted. Her knees turned to water when Velvet sucked on her tongue and she pushed her pelvis against the other woman’s, wanting to feel their soft mounds rub together. A moment passed and she moaned into Velvet’s mouth as she felt the woman’s hand cup her twitching pussy through the gown. A finger searched for the crease and rubbed against her growing clit, eliciting another trembling moan. Suddenly, liquid heat flooded her pussy and she came violently, her mouth still attached to Velvet’s.

Velvet pulled back, holding her limp princess gently. She was amazed that the princess had cum so quickly and was happy that Rosebud trusted her enough to give herself over to that magic. “My Rosebud.” She murmured, kissing her ear. “We should not keep them waiting any longer.”

Rosebud nodded, taking deep breaths and trying to compose herself. She could barely look Velvet in the eyes because she was so embarrassed. How could she have cum so quickly? She must think that I’m a whore, she thought secretly. She clutched the bouquet of blossoms to her still spasming abdomen and said, “Follow me.”

Velvet watched her open the door and start down the hallway, confused at Rosebud’s sudden change. As she followed, she only hoped that she would have an opportunity to talk to her later.

*****

The audience with the King and Queen went smoothly. She was questioned about her past and work experience. King Simon was happy to find that she enjoyed playing chess and promised to be a worthy opponent while Queen Rosamund was overjoyed to find that she could cook. Velvet had promised to make a small raspberry bombe for the Queen’s afternoon tea in two days’ time. She was released into the temporary care of the seneschal, Sir Gordie, to be taught the machinations of castle life and subtleties of life at court.

Not surprisingly, Princess Rosebud had remained quiet during the audience and remained behind to speak with her parents once Sir Gordie was assigned as her escort. She avoided Velvet’s eyes as she departed from the chamber and worked her way through her parents’ tedious questions. In the end, both were well satisfied and it was agreed that Velvet would become Principal Lady-In-Waiting and would receive her own suite of rooms adjacent to those of the princess. She would also receive a handsome stipend and would be granted run of the property.

Inwardly, Rosebud sighed with relief, now knowing that Velvet was welcomed into the household but her stomach quivered as her thoughts flew back to the kiss in the solar. Velvet’s mouth was so warm and her tongue so gentle and dominant that it hadn’t taken long for her pussy to start gushing and even less time to reach a glorious climax. But she felt like such a whore! How could Velvet touch her again, without remembering that? And she couldn’t endure the disdain she felt sure that she’d see in Velvet’s dark eyes. She was no better than the animals in the field, fucking and not giving a damn who saw.

Gods, please help me! She prayed. I love her and I don’t want to lose her!

For the next several days, the princess avoided Velvet and it wasn’t too difficult. When Velvet wasn’t playing chess with the King, she was teaching Cook how to make hazelnut tarts or exploring the castle with Sir Gordie. Each night, she would knock on Rosebud’s door and each night, Rosebud would pretend that she was asleep, sobbing in agonized silence.

She was wandering around in the upper bailey when Velvet grabbed her, pulled her into an empty chamber and shut the door.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“N-Nothing!” Rosebud stammered, rubbing her arm where Velvet’s leather gloves had chafed her.

“Bullshit! You’ve been avoiding me!”

“No, I haven’t. You’ve been busy!”

“Why haven’t you answered your door?”

“Because I was sleeping and didn’t hear your knock.”

“More bullshit! You weren’t sleeping if you heard me knocking!” Velvet marched over to where Rosebud stood staring out of the window. She wanted to put her hands out and embrace her, but her sensibilities told her to wait. She had to know why Rosebud was acting so strangely. “You welcomed me so warmly, just days ago, and now, you’re treating me like a leper.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Rosebud choked out before dissolving into tears. Velvet enfolded her in her arms, sitting on the window seat and drawing the princess into her lap.

“What has you so sad, my princess?” Velvet asked, stroking her hair.

For a long moment, Rosebud could not speak as she wept. “You think I’m a whore.”

“What?”

The princess sniffled, standing up and dabbing her eyes with a previously hidden handkerchief. “Because of what happened in the solar, you think I’m a whore.”

“Who said that? Did someone tell you that?”


“No.” She replied in a small voice. She went to the window and looked out again. “But I – I … so quickly … “

“Because you came so quickly?” Velvet moved behind her, inhaling the perfume of roses that wafted from her hair. “Are you kidding? I was flattered.”

Rosebud turned to Velvet, falling into her dark eyes. “Flattered?”

“Hell, yes! Do you know what a gift you gave me? To respond to me without restraint and to entrust me with your intimacy?” Velvet put her hands on Rosebud’s hips, moving her closer. “You made me so happy! I barely made it through the first day because all I could think about was making you cum again.”

Rosebud felt like crying again. She felt like such an idiot. She should have followed her instincts and listened to what her heart had been telling her. But she had ignored it. She was so afraid that Velvet wouldn’t want her that she couldn’t see how much Velvet did want her. She could see it now, shining brightly in those dark eyes. She leaned forward and pressed her open mouth to Velvet’s lips.

The contact was electric again. Velvet felt a lightning bolt travel down her spine where Rosebud’s hand lay and sizzle right into her pooling pussy. She reveled in the absolute softness of the princess’s mouth and gave her control of the kiss. She pressed Rosebud’s body more firmly against hers, one hand sliding up to trace the underside of one heavy breast before circling the nipple.

Rosebud moaned into Velvet’s mouth, feeling her nipple instantly harden under her ministrations. Velvet’s fingers crept up to the neckline of her dress and her warm fingers dipped down under the fabric to find her aureole, tugging the milky breast out. The princess could only gasp as Velvet’s questing mouth found her freed nipple and her body arched in Velvet’s hands as her lips pulled and suckled, her teeth raked and her tongue laved in earnest. She could only moan as her pussy answered in juices that threatened to run down her thighs. As if she had read her mind, one of Velvet’s hands moved downward, finding the hem of the dress and moving upward to the juncture between her legs.

Velvet enjoyed the feeling of the pebbly nipple on her tongue as her fingertips enjoyed the feel of Rosebud’s soft thighs, just above her stockings. She could imagine how that flesh would taste, soft and smooth, but what she hungered for lay just a tiny bit away. Her fingers met Rosebud’s panties and she moved them out of the way to slide her fingertips into the weeping slit. Rosebud shivered in her arms, her eyes glazed as she gave in to the passion she was feeling. Velvet continued to rub the slit, feeling the juices continue their leaking and she sunk her middle finger into that hot hole.

The effect was immediate. Rosebud’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her breath caught in her throat as an orgasm flashed through her. Velvet’s knowing finger moved in and out and she shook as the addition of a second finger brought on another orgasm. She couldn’t breathe and her heart sounded like a drum in her ears. Velvet began to suck her nipple hard in time with the fingers plunging in and out of her princess. Rosebud’s skin tingled continuously now and she felt a deeper heat gathering in her stomach, something that was building from the soles of her feet and traveling towards her pussy. Oh, Velvet … I want to scream your name! Oh, fuck me!

Velvet sensed that she was going to orgasm again and she replaced her two fingers with her thumb, sliding her slick middle finger right into Rosebud’s puckered asshole. She barely had time to clamp her mouth over Rosebud’s as the woman bucked in the throes of a huge orgasm. She sucked Rosebud’s soft tongue into her mouth as she gently slowed her movements down, bringing her beautiful princess down from the lofty peak of her climax.

Rosebud shuddered, not really feeling when Velvet’s digits were pulled from her still spasming pussy and asshole and let herself totally melt into the kiss she was sharing with her lover. I love you! She wanted to scream. I fucking love you!

Velvet finally pulled her lips from Rosebud’s sweet mouth, straightened the princess’s dress and adjusted her hair. Then she looked down into her eyes and the love she saw made her heart skip a beat. How she wished they were in a bed together, lying naked in the midst of crisp cotton sheets and warm fur.

“Rosebud! Rosebud, where are you?”

The Queen pushed the door open and surveyed the scene. Princess Rosebud was standing at the window, smiling as the spring breeze ruffled her flowing locks and her guardian, Velvet, stood near the door, bowing as the Queen moved into the room.

“I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Sorry, Mother. I wanted to show Velvet the old nursery and I got caught up in enjoying the lovely weather.”

“Well, come on. The milliner is here and he has several hats for you to pick from. You know we have to make up your trousseau!”

“Oh, Mother, must we?”

The queen did not like the way that her daughter rolled her eyes. “Yes,” She barked angrily. “We must! Now, come along.” She paused at the door to turn to Velvet. “Velvet?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Thank you for providing my Rosebud with some much-needed companionship.”

Velvet fought to hide her smile as she bowed. “It has been my pleasure, your majesty.”


To Serve A Princess Ch. 02



Dinner that evening was an event. Velvet had insisted on preparing the meal and the King, the Queen, the Princess and the Seneschal found themselves in culinary heaven. The first course was stuffed mushrooms that had been grilled over a smoky flame. The earthy mushrooms had been marinated in garlic-laden oil and fat chunks of sweet crabmeat swam in a creamy cheese filling. The queen couldn’t stop talking about how perfect they were.

Velvet watched as Rosebud put on a clandestine show for her, licking the juice from the rounded bottom of a mushroom cap, dipping the pink tip of her tongue into the filling to retrieve a chunk of crab and closing her eyes in ecstasy, reminding Velvet of what her face had looked like when she came.

Next came a delicious garden salad, loaded with sweet carrot curls, apple slices and garden greens. Again, Rosebud played the mischievous nymph, sucking on the tines of the fork and throwing her a knowing wink. Sir Gordie commented on how well the sweet apple slices matched with the tart, tangy vinaigrette.

The main entrees were next: a perfectly grilled haunch of young lamb, sizzling with rosemary and basil and a whole broiled red snapper that the Cook’s son, Jervis had caught, which was stuffed with sliced lemons and capers. Velvet had made pit-roasted baked potatoes, their fluffy innards riddled with sweet butter, corn on the cob and broccoli in a delicate white cheese sauce. The King had three plates, mostly of the lamb and belched with a silly grin on his face and to the horror of his lady wife, actually wiped his greasy chin on the sleeve of his shirt, then laughed about it.

This time, there was no show for Velvet knew that Rosebud’s favorite dish was roasted lamb. She just stood aside with a huge smile as the princess sliced into her portion and chewed with her eyes closed. When her hazel eyes found her, tears were brimming in them and she mouthed “thank you”.

To finish the dinner, Velvet decanted some icewine and served it with a savory cheese-crusted cherry pie. There was silence around the table as everyone dug into the dessert and contented sighs when the plates were empty.

Sir Gordie stood up, turning to Velvet, who was collecting the dirty plates. “That was, by far, the best dinner I have ever had, Miss Velvet. Thank you for inviting me to partake such a fantastic feast.” With a nod to the rest of the party, he took the main hallway to the outer parapet, heading for his nightly meeting with the guards.

“Wow!” The king said, patting his belly. “I’ve never heard Gordie say anything like that before!”

“Well, he’s never had our Velvet’s cooking before!” The queen smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Velvet, that was truly wonderful!”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Velvet bent to collect Rosebud’s plate. “And you, miss? Did you enjoy my pie?”

Rosebud nodded, sipping her wine. “I just adore cherries.” As her parents fussed over each other, she whispered, “And I haven’t had your pie yet.”

Velvet was suddenly glad that she had dark skin or else she would look as if she’d been out in the sun too long. She took Rosebud’s plate and threw her a sweet smirk as she whispered back, “I bet your pie’s sweeter.”

“Shall we have a sherry in the solar?” The queen queried and her husband and child agreed. Velvet bowed as they all stood and turned toward the kitchen. “Wait, Velvet, you must join us also.”

Rosebud graced Velvet with a brilliant smile, then turned to lead the way. As she stepped into the solar, she flushed, remembering their first kiss and went to the sideboard to serve the liquor while her overheated flesh cooled. Velvet took the tray from her and served first the King, then his wife, then the princess, reserving the last glass for herself. For the next hour, the foursome talked about politics and life and Rosebud was surprised to find that Velvet could hold a conversation with her father. He seemed impressed, too, to her delight. When her mother began to snore, the king declared the night over and Velvet moved to the Queen’s side.

“Ma’am?” The queen awoke with a snort. “We have finished our discussion. May I escort you to your chamber?”

“Yes, please.”

Rosebud watched Velvet escort her mother from the room and blushed when her father caught her. “You seem to get along quite well with Miss Velvet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you taking her with you after you are married?”

Despair washed anew over Rosebud but she did her best to mask it. “Yes, sir.”

“Roger may not permit it.”

“Why?”

“He may be …. “ The king pulled on his beard, searching for the proper word. “Jealous of your … friendship.”

Rosebud noticed the emphasis on the word friendship. “If he is jealous of my lady-in-waiting, then he is stupid.”

“He may be, but he is also very observant.” She sensed that he was giving her some kind of warning as he arose to go to bed. He gave her a warm hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Keep her close, Rose. If he has any hint of your closeness, he will surely seek to separate you.”

He turned away before she had a chance to search his eyes, but she now knew that she had been given a warning.

******

After dinner and discussion, she did not return to her rooms right away. She went to her favorite place, the western balcony, where at this time of the year, the moonlit air was fragranced with apple blossoms in full bloom just yards away. She felt Velvet’s presence long before her soft lips brushed against the nape of her neck.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.” Rosebud nodded. “Put your arms around me.”

“Not here, my princess. Too many eyes can spy. Let us repair to your rooms. I have a bath waiting.”

To say that it was a bath was an understatement. The second interior room had been converted to a shrine of sorts. Candles covered every available surface and the scent of rose petals permeated the air. Two thick towels rested on a chair nearby and one the seat of a chair was a square of unfolded satin, a bowl of white cream, a knife and a whetstone.

“It seems that I have been remiss in my duties, my lady. I was informed by your Queen Mother that one of my duties was to attend your bath.” Velvet flicked the lock closed, ensuring them the utmost privacy. Her breath, hot and sensual, was welcome as it caressed her neck and shoulders. “I intend to set that right.”

Rosebud closed her eyes and leaned back against Velvet’s strong body, trembling as her lover’s fingers traced the veins in her neck, following the path with her warm, moist lips. Whenever Velvet touched her, her heart leaped in her breast, her nipples hardened to painful points and a wet warmth began to ooze from her pussy. And it wasn’t just physical. She felt as if Velvet was hypnotizing her with her attentions; she forgot about the impending nuptials, she forgot about the warning her father gave her and blissfully fell head-over-heels into a world of perfect love. 

She felt cool air touch her skin as Velvet loosened the buttons of her gown, then sighed as Velvet’s fingers encircled her fat, puffy nipples. She was turned around and the fingers were immediately replaced by Velvet’s eager tongue, which swirled around each nipple until they were hard. She was so enraptured that she didn’t feel Velvet’s fingers unhooking the soaked silken panties and drawing them to the floor. But she did feel Velvet’s lips sliding from her tingling breasts to just above her navel.

Velvet tried to spend as much time as she could kissing her way down to Rosebud’s furry patch. She so wanted to lick the princess clean but she resisted. Not yet. The exciting scent of her musk filled her nostrils and her mouth watered at the chance to taste her sweet juices but she arose quickly, her eyes sweeping over Rosebud’s naked body.

“Into the tub.”

Rosebud pouted for a moment, hoping for the feel of Velvet’s tongue on her clit, but stepped into the steaming tub and settled against the back. Then the most amazing thing happened. For the next twenty minutes, Velvet spoke to her as if she were a suitor. She asked questions about Rosebud’s hopes and dreams and shared her own. They compared their past relationships and past sexual experiences and the entire time, Velvet gently rubbed the back of her hand, feeding the sexual tension and keeping the physical connection alive and sparking. Rosebud thought that she had never had such a wonderful bath as this.

Velvet felt Rosebud’s pulse beating beneath her fingertips as she unloaded her painful past: the mother that died when she was a child and the father that didn’t want her. Being shuffled from home to home and escaping molestation by running away and surviving on scraps stolen from dogs. Her first real relationship with a woman led to her birth as a laborer and when the woman decided to rent her out as a sexual laborer, she left. 

She had worked steadily on her own terms, looking for love and keeping to herself. She was afraid to open herself to the princess but her heart told her that Rosebud was the one. But she was aware of the wedding and wondered where that would leave her. She didn’t want to leave Rosebud, but she was afraid that once she made love to her, she would never be able to leave. This girl was in her blood and Velvet found that she wanted her almost more than air.

“Okay. Time to scrub.”

Very methodically, Velvet scrubbed every inch of Rosebud’s body, purposely ignoring her pussy. The princess’s skin glowed warmly in the candlelight and Velvet allowed her hands to memorize every inch of her body. Last, she washed her hair, wrapping it in a towel as Rosebud stepped out.

“Now sit in that chair.”

Toweling her hair, she sat in the bare wood chair and paused as she saw the knife and whetstone. “What’s that for?”

“Shaving, of course.”

Now she really stopped, again looking at the gleaming knife. “Shaving what?”

Velvet ignored the question as she poured hot water into a bowl and put a small cloth into it. She felt Rosebud’s eyes on her as she set the bowl on the floor at her feet and wetted the whetstone. The knife’s blade reflected the low light as she drew it across the stone, sharpening it. Rosebud cleared her throat.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Hm?”

“What are you intending to shave?”

“I’ll show you without speaking.” Velvet leaned forward and flattening her tongue, she licked Rosebud’s hairy slit from bottom to top.

After she recovered from the assault, Rosebud spoke. “Really? You’re gonna shave my pussy?”

“Mm-hmm.” She checked the knife’s sharpness and satisfied, she pushed Rosebud’s knees apart and grabbing her hips, slid her forward until her pussy was on display for Velvet. “Now, try to relax.”

“Do I get a reward if I do?”

Velvet felt her heart swell with love when she looked up into the woman’s mischievous smile. “Yes.”

It took a while but Rosebud managed to keep her squirming to a minimum and it was the most exquisite torture that she had ever been subjected to. Velvet coated her furry pussy with the cream and very deftly proceeded to shave it bald. The torture came when Velvet had to grip her pussy lips to shave them clean. She could feel the roughness of her skin as she stroked and teased. By the time the hot cloth went on, her pussy was drenched. She tried to steady her breathing as she watched Velvet clean the knife and put it away.

“Did I do good?”

Fire flamed in Velvet’s chest as she turned her attentions to the princess. “Yes.” She rubbed the fruit oil into her shaven skin as she spoke, smiling as Rosebud moaned. “Let’s get you into bed.”

Rosebud felt herself trembling as she laid back against the cool sheets. The beautiful black woman moved about the room, dousing the candles until only a tall trio remained at the side of the bed. 

“Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes.”

Velvet knelt at the end of the bed and sucked her right pinky toe into her mouth, her tongue playfully flicking in and out of the valley between. Rosebud closed her eyes and gasped loudly, feeling electrical currents bury themselves into her creaming pussy. “And have you been a good girl?”

“Yes.” Velvet immediately removed her mouth and Rosebud moaned. “No, I haven’t been a good girl.”

Velvet’s mouth slid wetly down her instep, then rotated around to her ankle. Rosebud bit her bottom lip, her innards quaking as she imagined that she felt every nuance of Velvet’s articulate tongue as it moved to the inside of her right leg, slowly dragging up the calf. Oh, Gods! She felt her pussy clench and a flood of warm wetness flowed from her slit and trickled down the crack in her ass. Velvet, please put your mouth on me.

Rosebud felt teeth nibbling the sensitive inside of her kneecap, then the broad brushstroke of Velvet’s warm tongue and the tingling electricity streaked through her again. “And what have you done, you bad girl?”

Velvet’s mouth moved upwards, inching closer to that beautiful shaved mound. Rosebud’s thighs were soft and warm, smooth on her cheeks as she paused to rub against them. The woman groaned softly. She nibbled on both sides, taking a moment to slide her tongue into the creases on either side of her pussy and pressing kisses against her belly.

“I – “ Rosebud held her breath as Velvet lightly blew against her fevered pussy lips. “I’ve masturbated almost five times every day since you’ve been here.”

Velvet paused and smiled, running her fingertips over Rosebud’s soft thigh flesh. “And what could have made you want to fuck yourself almost five times a day?”

“You.”

Velvet knew that Rosebud was ready. She positioned herself so that with one movement, she could reach from Rosebud’s swollen clit to her winking asshole. With a reverence borne of love, she began the assault. The fat fleshy pud of Rosebud’s pussy was her first target. She placed open-lipped kisses against the now-smooth flesh, pausing to suck and lick. The princess alternately gasped and moaned. Kissing the insides of her tasty thighs, she stuck her tongue out, turning it into a point and ran it slowly down Rosebud’s humid slit.

“I kept imagining that you were licking my pussy …” Rosebud’s voice cracked as Velvet’s tongue stroked again and again. “Just like you are now.” Velvet used her fingers to pull the cum-glued lips apart and the princess nearly screamed as her drenched pussy was swabbed by Velvet’s warm, wet tongue. Suddenly, she floated away again, lifted by the sensual lickings of her lover’s tongue. She felt it probe every nook and cranny, sliding up to flick her blood-filled clit, then moving down to part her thick lips and delve inside to scoop up her sweet cream. 

Over and over, Velvet laved Rosebud’s slit, glorying in the taste of her feminine musk as well as enjoying the slickness of her shaven pussy. She lost herself in eating her lover’s pussy, drinking in the copious nectar and stabbing Rosebud’s winking asshole. It only took a few minutes before her sweet princess was cumming and cumming hard. Rosebud buried her face in her pillow to release a scream as her pussy spasmed and gushed over Velvet’s mouth and chin. Velvet drank it all down, holding the princess’s pussy tightly against her mouth as she sucked.

Rosebud sank into the pillows, panting and exhausted. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be shouting and her skin was tingling as if a million centipedes were traveling across it. “Oh, Velvet. Is this what it’s like to be bad?”

Velvet chuckled, using the wet cloth to clean her face and dousing the candles. “Yes.” She leaned down and captured Rosebud’s pouty lips in a deep kiss. “And that’s not even the worst punishment.” She pulled the covers over the princess, tucking her in and smiling as she curled up sleepily. “Now go to sleep.”

“What about you? You didn’t cum.”

“I didn’t?” Velvet knew better. She rubbed her slick, fat pussy lips through her pants, sighing as she felt wetness spreading against the crotch. She smoothed the hair away from Rosebud’s forehead and planted a soft kiss there. “I came without even touching myself, love. Now sleep.”

She paused at the door, gazing at the moonlit features of the sated and dozing princess. “I love you, Rosebud. Sleep well.”



To Serve A Princess Ch. 03



The morning broke brilliantly across the countryside, striping Rosebud's face with beveled shadows. She stretched and grinned as she moved her fingers down to her sticky pussy, remembering the touch of Velvet's tongue. She wished that she could turn over and see Velvet sleeping next to her, that she could rub her face in her soft black hair, that she could feel the chocolate skin ripple beneath her fingers.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts and she called, "Come in."

Queen Rosamund swept in, Velvet hovering behind her. "Good morning, dearest." She kissed her daughter's forehead, perching herself on the edge of the bed. "I have some exciting news!"

"What?"

"Sir Roger is bringing his parents for a visit. He and Lord and Lady Gaufrette are due this afternoon and will be staying for a few days."

No wonder Velvet won't look at me. Rosebud's chest tightened as her eyes flicked to her lover, then back to her mother. "That's great."

"I thought you'd think so." The queen arose, smiling broadly and turning to Velvet. "Velvet, make sure that she's properly attired to meet her futures. I think the royal blue velvet will do."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, the seneschal is waiting for you so get her dressed and report to the yards."

"Yes, ma'am."

Velvet bowed and watched the queen's departure from the corner of her eye, then bent to Rosebud and roughly pressed her lips against her mouth. She felt the princess gasp and moaned as the woman's fingers sought out her slit in the pants.

"I've come to a decision."

"What?"

"I'm going to run away."

"Rosebud, you can't do that!" She fought the urge to tell her that she would go with her. But Rosebud was not made of the same hearty stock as she was; she would not be able to last long in the open fields and Velvet could not subject her fragile sweetness to that. "You have to stay here and make the best of it."

"And what's the best of it?"

"A man who loves you and a secure future."

Rosebud noticed that Velvet's eyes didn't connect with hers as she presented the argument. "You don't believe that crap!"

"It's not my duty to believe in court politics, princess." Velvet moved in for another soft kiss. "It's my job to love you."

"That's not fair, Velvet." Rosebud pushed the covers aside and strode to the window, not caring that she was naked to the world. "You don't have the same responsibilities that I do."

Velvet thought for a moment. "No, I don't. I just have to watch the woman that I love marry a man that will never love her as much as I do." Her eyes met those of the princess as she headed toward the second chamber. "I'll wait outside while you dress."

Rosebud watched her leave and felt her heart sink. Oh, Gods! What can I do?

King Simon was just setting the chess pieces into place when Velvet came striding into the room. He enjoyed the attentions of the lovely black woman but noticed that she was not her happy self this morning. And he thought that he knew why. He placed the final black rooks on their squares and leaned back in his chair. She approached and bowed, awaiting his command.

"Good morning, your majesty."

"Good morning, Velvet. Have a seat."

"Thank you, your majesty."

The game began. The king watched as his daughter's lady-in-waiting played as if she were asleep. She made rudimentary errors and sacrificed too many pieces, resulting in the fastest loss she'd incurred since she'd been in residence. "Another game?" She nodded dully and the king arose, stretching his limbs. "Let's take a walk in the arbor. I'd like to see the new improvements you've made."

"Yes, sir." Velvet took his arm and they strolled the sunlit property, the king listening intently as Velvet outlined the improvements that she and Sir Gordie had made to the arbor. As they walked, the king observed the young woman, sensing an inner intelligence and a guarded countenance. "Do you like what we've done, sire?"

"Do you love my daughter, Velvet?"

She froze in her tracks, her emotive eyes suddenly evasive. "Of course, your majesty. I love Rosebud as if she were my own sister."

"Don't fuck with me, Velvet." He plucked a thick bunch of blossoms from a tree, shaking the bees off. "I'm asking as Simon, not as your king."

Velvet took a deep breath. "Yes, sir."

"Is that a yes to me as your king or a yes to my question?"

"A yes to both, sire."

"I thought so." He sniffed the flowers, rubbing pollen from the tip of his nose. "You know that she is my only heir?"

"Yes, sire, but I wasn't thinking about that."

"I know you weren't." King Simon walked into the next grouping of apple trees. "But as the king, I have to think about everything." He paused, turning to Velvet. "I'm only interested in her happiness."

"Yes, sir."

"But we have to have an heir." He turned around and headed back towards the castle. "You understand?"

Velvet paused. "Yes, sire ..." She nodded, despair furrowing her brow. "I understand."

Late afternoon brought the cries of the bridge guard, announcing the arrival of Lord and Lady Gaufrette and the bridegroom, Sir Roger. Velvet watched their approach, marveling at the beauty of the shiny black carriage with four appointed horses wearing gold-tipped leather bits. Sir Roger followed behind on a cream-colored charger, his formal leather armor gleaming in the waning sunlight.

King Simon and Queen Rosamund waited in the courtyard, gaily welcoming their counterparts while Rosebud hung back, eyeing her intended as he slid down and embraced her warmly.

"Did you miss me?"

Rosebud laughed as Roger swung her in a circle. "Hmm, I didn't know that you were gone."

"You minx!" He bent her backwards and leaned in for a kiss. His lips met the cool skin of her cheek and she smiled into his face. "And no kiss for your future husband?"

"Not until we speak the words. Would you besmirch my virtue?"

"No." He answered easily, setting her down. "I'm only too glad to hear that it still exists."

The joyous group moved into the castle and out of Velvet's sight. She stood for a moment, contemplating the state of her life before heading inside to meet the new arrivals.

"Ah, here she is!" The king's voice rang through the hall as she descended the stairs into the main hall. "Lord Gaufrette, Lady Gaufrette, may I introduce Velvet. Sir Roger, this is Rosebud's principal lady-in-waiting, Velvet."

She bowed deeply, her heart wrenching in knots as she saw Roger pressing kisses to Rosebud's hands. "Glad to meet you."

Sir Roger sat in the king's chair and pulled Rosebud onto his lap. "Get us some wine, Velvet."

Her face hot with anger, Velvet did as she was told. She stood by and mechanically answered the rude warrior's requests, even at the sake of her own pride, grinding her teeth whenever she saw him touching the princess. Sir Roger insisted on her service for dinner but she was able to disappear with the king's winked blessing and joined the seneschal on his nightly rounds. 

Roger seemed to be peeved that he could no longer bend her to his will, but did not let his anger impose on the hospitality of the king and queen. He kept pouring his charm on the princess, happy in the knowledge that he would soon have two women to fuck.

Velvet conducted the rounds with the Sir Gordie, taking in as much information as she could, asking questions and making suggestions when she felt necessary. The seneschal was fast becoming one of her best friends and she was pleased to note that he treated her as an equal. Hours later, as she made her way to her bed, she noticed that Rosebud's outer door was open. Roger's voice caught her ear.

"Come on, darling. We are to be married soon. What's the harm?"

"I do not wish to say my vows with a blemish on my soul. I intend to remain a virgin until that time."

Through the crack in the door, Velvet saw Roger move closer to the princess. "You are my property, dear Princess. I can do whatever I want with you. Now strip off that gown and let's get started."

"Princess?" Rosebud's features flooded with relief when Velvet strode into the room. "It's late and I saw that your door was open. Are you ill?"

"No," Roger snarled. "She's not ill. You may leave."

"I cannot leave, sir. I am bound to the princess's service by the king and queen and I take my vows of service very seriously." Velvet moved between them, gently herding the trembling princess toward her bed. "It is much past the princess's bedtime and if she is to be hostess to you and your family, she must get her rest."

"I will put her to bed." Roger growled with a smile, his teeth gritted. "You are not needed here."

"Sorry, sir, but I cannot allow you to do that. Rosebud is not yet your ladywife and until such time, it would be improper." Velvet bent to tuck Rosebud into bed. "I will escort you out, sir."

Sir Roger threw a look tinged with hatred at his soon-to-be bride and turning on his heel, stalked out of the rooms, slamming the outer door as he left. Velvet quickly threw the lock and returned to Rosebud's side. She ran her fingers across her forehead and cheek, wiping tears away as she went. "Are you all right?" Rosebud nodded. "Why did you let him in?"

"I heard a knock at the door and I thought it was you."

"Oh, my darling." Velvet captured Rosebud's quivering mouth with her own, willing the love that she felt to be transferred in that kiss. "I would have died had anything happened to you." She rubbed her nose against Rosebud's soft skin. "Now, get to sleep."

"I wish you could hold me until I fell asleep."

Velvet arose, checked the locks on the doors and doused the lights. "That, I can do, my love." She shucked off her boots and put her arms around the princess. She didn't trust herself to lay alongside Rosebud's alluring warmth and so she remained atop the covers instead, contented to be able to hold her love and chase the bad dreams away while she slept.

An hour later, Sir Roger still could not sleep. No matter how much whiskey he imbibed, he could not release the image of sweet, palpable fear in Rosebud's angelic face. He imagined what her face would have looked like had he gotten his way. Grimy and streaked with tears, his handprint etched in flaming red on her cheek, sobs constricting her throat as he ruthlessly shoved his penis down it. That's what he wanted. He wouldn't have deflowered her tonight. He was only concerned with his own pleasure and having his penis in her mouth would have taken care of that. Rotten bitch!

His thoughts turned to the princess's intrusive lady-in-waiting. Her chocolate skin and muscles made his penis twitch. She would be a worthy adversary and would become a welcome mistress. He would make her angry enough to fight him, then he would take her by force, reveling in her utter humiliation. Oh, yes. He gave his rock-hard penis a squeeze, dreaming of her submission, of plunging into her chocolate maw, of her blood on the sheets and the sweet taste of her tears on his victorious tongue.

Oh, yes! You will both get your day!

When Rosebud awoke, the space next to her was warm but empty. She sighed, thinking about how wonderful it had been to sleep within Velvet's protective embrace and her fingers brushed her nipple, sending tingles down her spine. Mmmm ... She imagined Velvet's thoughtful fingertips rubbing her heated flesh, the work-roughened pads stroking and pinching until the nubs tented the gossamer silk of her nightgown. Then Velvet would move to the other breast, making sure to give equal time to both, keeping Rosebud's toes curled tightly as a welcome heat began to roar in her belly.

Rosebud raised her right breast to her mouth, her eager lips suckling on her own nipple, drawing the hard bud in and swirling with her tongue as her fingers pinched her other nipple. A deeper tingle rushed through her and sweet pussy honey began to drench her slit. Oh, Velvet. Yes, suck my nipples! She let her teeth rake along the hard pebble, moaning in delight, mimicking her lover's firm touch. Her body quaked as the sensations began to build and she fought to keep quiet.

Her left hand stole down her flat stomach, pausing to encircle her belly button and continued downward. Her fingers spanned soft, shaved flesh and she remembered what Velvet had done to her. She sucked a hard nipple into her mouth as she pressed against her engorged clit, her body arching as pleasure flooded her senses. Pussy cream seeped from her as she spread the fat lips open, searching for and finding the hot, wet hole. 

Biting back a cry of passion, she slipped a finger, then two inside the warm heat of her dripping pussy. Oh, Velvet! She imagined what it would feel like to rub her pussy against Velvet's, their clits grinding against each other, their mouths fervently pressed together as they shared inhalation and exhalation. She lightly bit her nipple and gasped, her juices now sliding down her palm. Velvet, my love! Velvet's strong body would respond to hers, holding her hostage as she rode them both to ecstasy.

She squeezed her nipple painfully, her breath coming in short gasps as the warmth in her stomach flamed into a volcanic eruption. Her breasts tingled, her nipples tightened even harder and her pussy walls rippled as a breathtaking climax moved through her. Her fingers wiggled, heightening her pleasure as the muscles held them captive and gave herself over to the sensations, gasping for air and stifling another moan.

It took a few moments before she returned to herself and withdrew her drenched fingers from her trembling pussy, her eyes closed as she imagined Velvet's sex-sweaty weight on top of her, her fingers wrapped in her soft, black hair and Velvet's warm breath against her neck. Oh, Velvet. Soon. I have to have you soon!

Licking her fingers as Velvet had done, she stretched, smiled and arose to dress and head down for breakfast.

The wedding was to take place in three weeks and the remainder of the Gaufrette's visit kept Sir Roger busy with nuptial details and legalities. Banns were posted and the castle began its metamorphosis from ordinary royal estate to exceptional royal estate. Velvet kept herself away from Sir Roger, except to escort Princess Rosebud to her rooms and to make sure that she was comfortably and safely settled in each evening.

Velvet found that most of her time was spent in the company of Sir Gordie, tending the stables or attending conferences on the security measures involved with the wedding. Velvet spoke polite goodbyes to Lord and Lady Gaufrette and graciously accepted their compliments on the service she provided the princess and looked forward to the pleasure of her company during and after the wedding. Lady Gaufrette's emphasis on the word after had drawn her attention but she made not outward notice of it, graciously accepting the confidence that they had verbally placed in her.

When Sir Roger sought to say goodbye to the staff that had served him, he pointedly requested that Velvet be brought forward so that he could compliment her face-to-face. Velvet and King Simon knew that his intentions were otherwise and she had been allowed to slip out to inspect the new weapons that had arrived from the smithy. 

King Simon never spoke with the young woman but he had noticed that Roger's attentions were becoming more and more violent. He did not give a voice to his fears, in case his daughter actually loved the scoundrel but he remained observant. He watched the spoiled, only child of the Gaufrette household as he commandeered the royal household, treated the servants like animals and manhandled his daughter, barely reining his baser instincts back as he fondled Rosebud at every opportunity.

Then, one day, he noticed a glance, a quick furtive look exchanged between the women and realized that his suspicions were correct. His daughter, the princess was in love with her lady-in-waiting, Velvet. But this relationship might not be accepted in royal circles and with no heir, it would not last. These thoughts occupied his mind as he sent his futures off.

Queen Rosamund was saying her goodbyes and accepting the hand kiss of Sir Roger while her mind was wandering. When Sir Roger Gaufrette had asked for her daughter's hand in marriage, her heart soared. Not only was he handsome, but he was wealthy. However, she had seen things that had changed her mind about the marriage. 

Before the visit, her lovely daughter was a vibrant as the cluster of jewels at her throat. Rosebud had been pampered and fussed over, true, but the girl was far from a prissy, arrogant child. She loved the land and her people and it was hard to keep her from the companionship of a good book. But when she had met Velvet, she had changed ... for the better. Rosamund watched as the black woman's soul seeped into her daughter. If it was possible, she became even more sensitive to people's feelings. She smiled without a reason and she teased everyone without measure.

All that merriment had come to a halt when Sir Roger had arrived. Rosamund had suddenly become withdrawn and mousy, choosing to retreat to the solitary comfort of her rooms instead of mingling with her soon-to-be parents and bridegroom. Then she witnessed something that she wished she hadn't. Rosebud had gone to the kitchen to request a special pepper relish that Sir Roger loved. Roger had magnanimously offered to accompany her.

In the hallway outside the kitchen, Queen Rosamund had seen Sir Roger grab her daughter, fling her against the wall and hump against her like a crazed animal. She hid her face behind her hands, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. He mercilessly pounded Rosebud into the wall, forcing his will upon her as he sought his climax. He stiffened, obviously cumming in his pants and released her, not caring that she may have fallen to the floor. "Thanks." The queen had heard him say. "Now get my relish."

Could she have been mistaken in trying to increase the wealth of her lineage by choosing Sir Roger? Could she have been mistaken in ignoring the obvious signs of Rosebud's disinterest in the opposite of her sex? Could she have been ... mistaken?

As soon as the Gaufrettes departed, King Simon turned to his lady love and touched her cheek. "I fear that we have made a mistake, my darling."

"Oh, Simon." With a gasp of pain, Rosamund collapsed into her husband's arms, her tears wetting his shoulder. "I think so, too, but how do we fix it?" 



To Serve A Princess Ch. 04



The days sped by and Princess Rosebud thought that if she didn’t have Velvet, she would fly apart. Her father kept Velvet busy with preparations for the wedding and Sir Gordie needed her to help with the security details. She felt as if she were dying, as if it was only a matter of time before she would be attending a funeral – her own. Oh, Velvet. Only six days until I marry …

“Princess?” Sir Gordie stood at the top of the stairs. “Please excuse the intrusion but your father and mother would like to speak with you.”

“Thanks, Gordie.”

She found them on the west lawn, nuzzling each other like newlyweds among the blossoms of spring. The sight of their love brought a smile to her lips and for a moment, she imagined that it was Velvet holding her hands and tucking a pear blossom behind her ear.

“Ah, Rose!” King Simon released his wife, who promptly turned two shades of pink but continued to giggle. “Come join us.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Enjoying the gifts of spring, my dear.” He laughed, touching the rosy cheek of his suddenly shy queen. “We were thinking that since you’ll be getting married in a few days, it might be nice for you to have a few days to yourself. Don’t you think so?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“So I took the liberty of having the sister estate cleaned and stocked.” Rosebud felt her body go numb. The sister estate was a smaller version of the royal manse and was only a half-day of travel away. She had always hoped that she would inherit the property but to spend time in its halls was a gift beyond compare. “Your things have been packed and you leave at once.”

“Oh, thank you, Father!” She sprang into his arms.

King Simon held her close, so that his whisper was for her ear only. “Velvet will meet you there later.” His daughter pulled back and surveyed his face. “I can only give you four days. Beyond that, you will have to solve the puzzle for yourself.”

Rosebud hugged him again, closing her eyes against the tears. “Thank you, Father.”

******

The sister estate was absolutely beautiful. Its wood gleamed like the sun and the sweet smell of flowers refreshed its dusty hallways. Sir Gordie helped Rosebud with her baggage and left after making sure that the guards he had brought had their orders. Finally, she was alone. She wandered about the place, her mind racing. Four days. Four days with Velvet. She paused in the master bedroom, her hands stroking the gauzy mosquito netting.

Yes! That’s it! She would prepare the castle as if it was their wedding night. There would be a sumptuous meal, a hot bath and candles in the bedroom. And I will finally be able to taste Velvet’s sweet pussy! Brimming with excitement, she skipped down the stairs, happier than she had been in days.

*****

Velvet could barely think as she urged the horse toward the castle. She could barely believe what Gordie had told her this morning. The princess will be spending four days at the Sister Estate. He had stated this as he pressed a bag of gold coins into her hand. The king and queen expect you to provide protection for her. She had stared at the bag, her heart in turmoil. So what should I do with this? Gordie had smiled at her question. It’s usually customary to exchange gifts on the honeymoon.

A honeymoon. She felt like crying at his words. So she had finished her work and after a trip into town, found herself here, gazing upon a castle lit up like a Christmas firework. She crossed the bridge, nodding at the guard and received a few words of instruction from Gordie’s man, Mervin. They were here at Gordie’s request to provide protection and under no circumstances, save attack, would they enter the castle. After receiving her thanks, the portcullis was lowered, her horse led away and she grabbed her bags, heading into the entryway.

A vision in white met her in the main hall. Wearing a diaphanous gown trimmed with baby blue ribbon, Princess Rosebud stood waiting, a circlet of daisies on her head. Velvet forgot to breathe as the woman moved toward her, her pink lips moistened by an even pinker tongue.

“You’re finally here.” Her voice was soft, warm and low, caressing Velvet’s soul. “Did you miss me?”

Velvet had no words. She dropped her bags and swept Rosebud into her arms, her mouth finding Rosebud’s in a sweet marriage. For long moments, they remained like that, spellbound by the touch of each other’s hands and mouths since it had been so long. “My Princess.” She whispered into Rosebud’s soft hair, then pressed kisses across her forehead and cheeks.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this.” Rosebud breathed into her mouth, leaning in to suck Velvet’s tongue into her mouth. “I want to fuck you all night long.”

“Oh, I do, too.” Velvet answered, kissing her over and over again. “But first … “ Velvet dropped to her knees, fumbling in her pocket. “Rosebud, I have been alone a long time and I thought that I would never find love. I made a vow to myself that I would give myself to the woman that I fell in love with.” The princess’s eyes grew bright with tears. “And that woman is you. With you, I don’t have to hide who I am. I can be who I want to be. I can trust you with my fears and share my dreams with you.” She took a breath. “I know that you are getting married and that my part in your life will diminish but I want you to know … “ She felt her throat ache as tears pricked her eyes. “I want you to know that I will always love you. Will you do me the great honor of becoming my bride?”

Tears blurred Rosebud’s eyes as she looked down at Velvet. “Nothing would make me happier.” She closed her eyes and sighed in happiness as the cool gold band slid onto her pinky. Velvet had known that a regular ring would draw attention so she had thoughtfully chosen a gold pinky ring, festooned with sapphires and diamonds. “As I give myself to you as your bride, so do I take you as my husband.” She removed the daisy circlet from her head and placed it on Velvet. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

Velvet arose and kissed her bride, a sweet, deep kiss that melted her innards with its gentle innocence. My bride. The thought made her pull Rosebud even closer. My Rosebud, my bride.

Rosebud had prepared the honeymoon dinner: grilled beef steaks with mushrooms and wild onions, parslied carrots and spinach salad and she smiled with satisfaction as Velvet finished nearly two plates. The hot bath the princess had prepared melted the soreness from Velvet’s muscles and gave Rosebud time to ready the bridal suite. When Velvet emerged from the bath, the princess wrapped her in a silk robe, forcing herself to refrain from touching her magnificent chocolate body. She wanted their first joining to be perfection and nothing less.

Now, as they sat before the roaring fire in the main hall, Velvet sipped the almond-flavored liqueur, the warmth spreading through her belly and coupling with the sexual tension she was already feeling. At this angle, the firelight clearly delineated Rosebud’s gorgeous form and her pendulous, large-nippled breasts caught and held her attention. So did the love in her hazel eyes. God, I love you! She thought, reaching over to touch her hand.

Rosebud found herself staring at her beautiful lover, her eyes moving over her lightly clothed figure. She had never seen Velvet like this and her mouth was watering as she imagined her lips around her fat, dark nipples. Finally, she could wait no longer and reached for the tie holding the robe closed. The white silk fell away, revealing the objects of her desire and an unending expanse of brown skin. 

“Oh, Velvet.” Her voice shook as a dark chocolate nipple hardened under her fingertips. “I want you so much.”

Velvet welcomed the tingle of her touch with a soft moan. She had always imagined this: finding a beautiful woman that would love her. She imagined the touches, the smells, the tastes, the sounds, but this was so much more. She could never have imagined the trust that she saw in Rosebud’s eyes, nor the desire that flared deeply within, matching her own. She arose and jerked the princess to her feet, smothering her mouth with a punishing kiss that took their breaths away, then swung Rosebud into her arms and mounted the stairs.

Rosebud’s heart thundered in her ears as she felt Velvet lift her. It was so romantic, something that she had never expected from Velvet. She wrapped her arms around Velvet’s neck, nuzzling the soft skin there and pressing kisses against the flesh. Velvet paused to lean down and nibble on her plump bottom lip and before setting her down in the bedroom.

“Oh!”

Candles covered every surface in the bedroom and surrounded the four-poster king-sized bed with buttery light. A fire roaring in the fireplace lent warmth and the floor and turned down bedsheets were littered with rose petals, their fragrance permeating the air. Velvet gave her lover a squeeze as she realized how much work Rosebud had put into this. 

“This is our bridal suite.” Rosebud whispered, not wanting to break the mood. The glow from the warm flames backlighted her lush figure, her eyes lighted from within. “I want you to make me your bride.” She pulled her robe open, the movement catching and holding Velvet’s eyes. ”I want you to take my virginity.” The soft fabric rippled and buckled as it slid off her shoulders, slipped over her buttocks and pooled at her feet. “I want you to put your mark on me and make me yours.” She parted the thin curtains and lay back on the bed, her thick brown hair fanning out around her face as she raised the pinky ring to her lips, pressing a long kiss against the golden band. “I want you to make us one.”

Velvet couldn’t think but she knew that it was the fastest she’d ever undressed before. Within the spanse of a few seconds, she was pressing her naked body against Rosebud’s, her mouth gently devouring as they both moaned. The princess’s breasts pushed against her, the tender mounds now capped with hard nubs. She wrenched her mouth away to pull one into her mouth, teasing her writhing body until Rosebud pushed her back.

Ignoring the look of confusion on Velvet’s face, the princess leaped on her with a fury borne of passion. She left no inch of Velvet’s body untouched, either by mouth, tongue or hands as she claimed her lover’s body, driving Velvet crazy with need as she specifically ignored her tingling nipples and throbbing pussy. Rosebud delighted in the sounds that she made, the breathy catches in her throat when her lips came near her inflamed pussy lips and the long, low moans when she licked underside of the brown globes of her breasts. 

Rosebud teasingly kissed around one of Velvet’s fat, puffy nipples, her eyes connecting with those of her lover’s. “Tonight, we fulfill my fantasy.” With those spoken words, her tender mouth swooped down on Velvet’s nipple, drawing a cry from the woman as electric tingles raced from nipple to pussy. She did not relent in her passionate assault, drawing the nipples into hard peaks and rubbing her teeth along the edges.

Velvet couldn’t breathe as the sensations rolled through her body. All her hopes and dreams were coming true and the feeling was overwhelming. She closed her eyes and gave in to her feelings, her pussy pumping out cream that coated her slit and dripped down to her asshole. But Rosebud’s attention to her breasts stopped and she panted in anticipation as the soft lips made a trail down her stomach to her freshly shaved pussy. She watched breathlessly as Rosebud raised her legs back and bent down to drink from Velvet’s pulsing well.

The world spun away. Velvet could feel Rosebud’s tongue, tracing the edges of her inflamed sex and waves upon waves of pleasure broke across her skin like a refreshing ocean swell. A deep, long moan erupted from her throat, surprising her with its intensity. Her tongue moved up and down her slit, flicking over her clit before traveling down to the gushing hole. 

“Oh, Rose!” Velvet gasped, trembling as her body arched upward. Rosebud took the opportunity to pull her lover closer, to slide her hands under her buttocks and bury her face in Velvet’s juicy slit.

“Cum for me, baby.” Rosebud whispered, using a finger to massage Velvet’s swollen clit while her tongue repeatedly speared her hole. She heard Velvet’s breathing coming faster and faster and it made her skin flush as she realized that her ministrations were the cause. “Cum for your bride.” She plunged her tongue in again and sucked the inner lips into her mouth at the same time.

“Oh, baby!” Velvet’s broken cry echoed through the bedroom. She knew that she had never climaxed like this before and that it could only have happened because of the love she felt. Her pussy muscles clenched over and over, pumping sweet cream onto Rosebud’s waiting tongue. It was several long minutes before she was able to come to her senses and the first thing she saw was Rosebud’s beautiful face, her eyes silvery with tears. “That was beautiful. I’m so glad I waited.”

“I’m glad I could be your first.”

“First …” Velvet pulled Rosebud down for a long kiss, thrilled to taste her own pussy on her lover’s lips. “And last.”

*****

Four days sped by for the inseparable twosome. They spent most of their time in the big bed, licking, sucking and fucking their way from daybreak to daybreak. As each day passed, Velvet saw shadows marring Rosebud’s ethereal beauty but she could do nothing to help because she had shadows of her own. In only a few days’ time, Rosebud would be the bride of a man; a man who would brutally take her virginity, plant his seed and toss her aside like a withered husk. 

And there was nothing Velvet could do about it. So she made love to Rosebud as if each time were the last, taking extra time to explore her throbbing pussy, to hold her close when they slept, to put every ounce of emotion in every touch and kiss. She held Rosebud’s gaze when she came, silently willing the sweet memories to become permanently embedded in her lover’s mind so that when she was under Sir Roger, she could recall their moments. She spoke of her love constantly and did not leave her alone during silent moments, even when she knew Rosebud’s thoughts were on the nuptials.

The morning of the fourth day broke and Velvet opened her eyes, tears slipping silently down the sides of her face as she held Rosebud close. Somehow, the princess sensed her despair because she reached up and cupped Velvet’s face with her small hands. “Please don’t cry.” She moved up and over Velvet, pressing her entire length against her. “We will always be together.”

Her words made Velvet cry harder and she struggled to swallow past the huge lump in her throat. “I don’t know if I can do this. You are my princess, not his!”

“I know, baby, and that’s all that counts. He can take my body but he can’t take my heart.” The electric feeling of their rock-hard nipples rubbing together drew a groan from Velvet. “That belongs to you.” She pressed her open mouth across Velvet’s neck and collarbones, ending with a deep, searing kiss that made her already wet pussy even wetter. “Now, let’s make love one last time before we have to leave.”

Velvet decided that since Rosebud had dedicated their first time to her pleasure, she would focus this last session on the princess. She made no move to push her off; instead, she grabbed her ass and ground her mound against Rosebud’s. A deep groan resonated through them both, their clits grinding as she rotated her hips and did it again and again. The princess kept her mouth glued to her, their tongues stroking and battling alternately as their ardor flamed into life.

Rosebud shivered as Velvet reached between them and gently pinched her clit. Her nipples tightened immediately as her body responded to her lover’s knowing touch and allowed Velvet to roll her off and onto her back. First, she felt the cool air move across her back as Velvet removed the sheet, then the wet heat of her tongue as she laved every inch of Rosebud’s back. Just when she thought that she could no longer stand it, Velvet pulled her up onto her knees, pushing her legs apart. “I want you to pretend that I’m him.”

“I can’t.”

Velvet ran her hands over Rosebud’s back, culminating with a slow run down the inside of her pussy-juiced thighs and almost back to her wet slit. “Open up for me.”

Rosebud complied, reaching under to pinch her own nipples as Velvet slid a thick, rough thumb into her juicy pussy. She groaned, pinching a little harder, her hips moving with their own rhythm as she accepted Velvet’s thumb like a penis. Another deep twinge made her pussy clench when Velvet’s tongue began to lave her ass in flat-tongued strokes, moving down her cleft to her pink pucker. Oh, Gods! Velvet made her stop for a moment while she lubricated two fingers in Rosebud’s pussy, then re-inserted her thumb.

Rosebud braced herself for the anal assault but was pleasantly surprised when Velvet’s roaming tongue breached the ring of her asshole, loudly moaning her obvious pleasure. The two lubricated fingers found a home on either side of her engorged clit, stroking and pulling in tempo with her thumb. It was all too much and she could not hold back any longer. Her orgasm drenched Velvet’s thumb in thick cream and her anal ring pulsed around her tongue, but Velvet did not stop. Rosebud counted a total of six orgasms, each more intense than the previous one, before she collapsed, completely sated and exhausted.

Velvet pulled her up into the circle of her arms and held her while she recovered, murmuring soft words of love. She hadn’t cum but she wasn’t concerned. She wanted to make it the best for Rosebud. When she felt the princess’s fingers sliding into her hole, she moaned and came immediately and allowed her to bring her to two more tooth-grinding climaxes, her eyes filled with tears.

“We should get packed.” Velvet said at length, not wanting to dislodge the princess from her resting place. “Gordie will be here to collect us soon.”

Slowly, Rosebud nodded and watched as Velvet pulled herself out of her embrace, heading to get fresh water so they could wash up. “Rosebud,” Their eyes met as Velvet paused in the doorway. “Don’t ever forget that I will always love you.”

“I won’t.” She forced a smile, feeling stronger than she had in a long time. “It’s what is keeping me sane.”

*****

King Simon and Queen Rosamund welcomed them back to the castle with a small feast, held in Velvet’s honor. The king presented her with a jewel-studded ring that bore the family crest in honor of her service and the queen gave her packets of seeds so that she could begin the garden that she had always wanted. The seeds came from a family friend in France and were of a quality not seen at the local market. Velvet accepted the gifts with great respect and ate the meal of Cornish hen and rice pilaf with relish. It was only after the royal family had sought their beds that evening that Sir Gordie found her alone on the west parapet, with a gift of his own.

“Velvet?”

She hastily wiped her face and cleared her throat. “Yes, Gordie?”

The usually straitlaced, military man with the impeccably groomed goatee sat on the wall, looking out across the dark verdant landscape, his clear blue eyes searching for something. “I respect you.”

“What?”

He turned to her, his gaze sincere. “You went after what you wanted and you were honest about your feelings. I respect that.”

Velvet turned away, tears burning her eyes again. “I don’t deserve your respect. If I had been a better person, I would not have confused her by wooing her.”

“You haven’t confused her.” He paused, his eyes again searching the darkness. “Rose has always known what she wanted and it has never been a man. The queen has always known, but chose to ignore it, thinking that it was a stage. But Rose never grew out of it.”




To Serve A Princess Ch. 05



Lord and Lady Gaufrette, escorted by their son, Sir Roger, arrived the next day and the Lady Gaufrette gushed over how beautiful the castle looked, now that it had been dressed for the wedding. Sir Roger made his polite welcomes and immediately went looking for Velvet. He found her in the near field, attaching a new door to the smokehouse.

“Hello, Velvet.” Her skin crawled when she heard the rasp of his voice. “Did you forget me?”

She turned to Roger, mallet still in hand. “Why, hello, Sir Roger.” She gave the requisite bow. “Welcome back. Did you have a good trip?”

“Yeah.” He leered, his hard eyes sweeping her from head to toe. “I thought about you the whole way here.”

“That’s nice, but you should be thinking about your bride.”

Roger closed the space between them so fast that she had scant time to react. His iron-strong fingers gouged the flesh of her wrist and her fingers opened involuntarily, the mallet bouncing harmlessly in the dirt. “I am thinking about her. AND you.” His teeth flashed as he spoke, lips curled back in anger. “You see, I plan on fucking you after I fuck her.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, if you don’t, I’ll make sure that she pays.”

Velvet felt the blood drain from her face, her breath caught in her throat. “You wouldn’t dare!” She hissed.

“You don’t think so? Why don’t you ask some of the girls around here? They can tell you what happens when someone refuses my charms.” He wrenched her arm, making her grunt in pain. “You want to stay with your precious princess, you’ll fuck me, wherever, whenever and however I want.”

“Sir Roger!” The warrior released her arm at the sound of Sir Gordie’s sharp voice. Gordie’s eyes flew to hers and she gave a small nod, then returned to bore into Roger’s. “Is there a problem?”

“Naw, Gord. Just a little … “ He sneered at her, adjusting his now-tight crotch. “Misunderstanding.” He turned, heading for the stable. “I’ve got to check on our horses. See you later.”

Gordie waited until he was far enough away before grabbing her arm and wincing at the purpled marks that were already arising. “That piece of shit! If he thinks that he can come into my castle and hurt my friends … ”

“Gordie!” Velvet exclaimed, unable to hide her amusement. “You cussed!”

“I did?”

“Yes, you did!”

As soon as she began to laugh, he reluctantly joined in and with moments, the dark, evil feelings had passed and she returned to her job. Sir Gordie watched as Sir Roger left the stable, heading for the castle and hoped that he could protect his princess and his friend.

******

There were no more quiet nights after that. Rosebud’s rooms were filled with wedding presents and an endless parade of wedding participants marched through, leaving the wedding gown, stockings, veils and the like in their wake. Rosebud was extremely grateful to Velvet, who doggedly stayed with her as Roger insisted that he be present at any and all fittings that concerned the wedding. After all, he said, it was his wedding, too!

Velvet knew better, especially after she was a little late for a scheduled fitting of stockings and found the princess backed into a corner, his hands quickly moving upward under her dress. He had been purple with anger, but was unable to dislodge Velvet from Rosebud’s side and had grudgingly acknowledged her presence from then on.

The day of the wedding, the castle was bursting at the seams with villagers, merchants and other royal members who had been invited to share in the joy of the king and queen at the marriage of their only child, Princess Rosebud. The only people who didn’t feel joy were sitting in the tiny upper solar, their fingers intertwined as they silently gazed at each other.

Rosebud noticed the pains that Velvet had taken to be beautiful on the day of her marriage. She was wearing a pale yellow skirt dress with a brightly colored shawl that covered her shoulders. Her thick black hair had been curled and lay in luxurious waves around her face. The queen had done her make-up and the effect took Rosebud’s breath away. The only thing that had remained the same was her eyes. Those gorgeous dark brown eyes melted at the sight of her and Rosebud’s heart felt warmed. I can do this. She chanted inwardly. As long as I can always see me in your eyes, I can do this.

Velvet didn’t let Rosebud know that she HATED the dress. She had wanted to wear pants, as she always had, but Queen Rosamund stated that pants were not part of wedding protocol and once she set her mind, it could not be turned. But when she had seen the look in Rosebud’s eyes when she’d come into the solar, she forgot about protocol. Rosebud was wearing her gown and she looked as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale book. That thought was tempered by the reality that she was soon to be another’s bride.

Neither woman spoke. Their souls spoke to each other as their fingers stroked and mouths touched. Rosebud’s heart quaked as she felt Velvet’s tongue search and find hers, lovingly wrapping it in hers. Velvet imagined that there was music and she was squiring her bride around the dance floor. Rosebud moved close, melting into the strong arms of her lover, swallowing back tears that threatened to fall and ruin her make-up. 

They moved together to the unheard music of their hearts, pausing only for small kisses and meaningful touches, content that what was precious between them would remain so.

Three knocks rang on the door, followed by two more and Sir Gordie stepped into the room, closely followed by Queen Rosamund and Lady Gaufrette. Velvet maintained her security position beside the door.

“Oh, my dear, you look stunning!” Gaufrette moved around the young woman, casting her eye upon the gown. “I believe that I will be hearing the pitter-patter of little footsteps soon!” She winked and Rosebud looked away, turning to smile at her mother.

“Are you ready?”

The princess smiled. “As ready as I will ever be.”

Lady Gaufrette frowned but pulled a small box out of her pocket. “This is for you.” She added, “From Roger, of course.”

Rosebud accepted the present and opened it, knowing that Lady Gaufrette had purchased it, not Sir Roger. Nestled on a bed of white sheep’s wool lay a bride’s brooch, fashioned of gold and diamonds. Lady Gaufrette pinned it on Rosebud’s breast with a smile of satisfaction from the queen. “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue! This is the new part.”

“Thank you, Lady Gaufrette.” She kissed her cheek respectfully.

“And here’s something old and something borrowed.” The queen motioned to Velvet who was holding a box that she had received from Sir Gordie. Inside was a breathtaking jeweled tiara. Everyone in the room gasped at its beauty. “This is my first tiara, handed down from my grandmother from her mother before her. It belongs to you now.” She watched as her daughter knelt to receive the ornament. “It is very old and it is only borrowed because as queen, you must pass it down to your son or daughter for the next generation.”

Mother and daughter shared a moment of tears before Queen Rosamund straightened, dabbing her eyes. “I think we should get going, your majesty.”

The queen heeded Gordie’s wise words and after kissing her daughter, quickly headed out of the door, followed by Lady Gaufrette and the seneschal. Velvet grabbed her hands, squeezing gently. “Are you really ready?”

Rosebud smiled, her eyes meeting Velvet’s. “You know, no one asked me if I had something blue.” She uncovered her right hand. Velvet saw the ring that she had given her, their wedding ring and remembered that it had sapphires in it. Rosebud lifted it to her mouth and tenderly pressed a kiss to it before replacing her glove.

“I love you, my princess.”

“And I love you.” Rosebud took a deep breath. “Now let’s get this over with.”

*****

The wedding went off without a hitch. Sir Roger swaggered out of the chapel with his new bride on his arm, sneering evilly at Velvet who remained stone-faced as she served her princess. King Simon took Roger aside and had some terse fatherly words with him while the queen convinced herself that her daughter was verbally well-versed in art of male-female intimacy. When both were satisfied, both sets of parents bade their newlywed children goodnight.

Velvet escorted Rosebud to her rooms to dress and prepare for her wedding night while the men toasted Roger in the hall below. Again, no words were spoken. The wedding gown was removed and a nightgown was donned. The make-up was mostly removed and the hair was released, cascading onto her shoulders. Rosebud watched her lady-in-waiting moving as if she were in a trance, attending to the care of her wedding gown and laying out lacy undergarments for the wedding night.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Sir Roger came stumbling in, accompanied with several drunken compatriots. “Time to seal the bargain!” Someone shouted out and the others crowed in agreement.

Sir Roger turned to his new bride who arose at his entrance, then turned his inebriated eyes to Velvet, licking his lips. “Your services are no longer needed this evening.”

Velvet turned to the princess and bowed low, remaining there for several moments out of deference to Rosebud. When she arose, Rosebud’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Strength in our love.”

The princess heard the whisper and returned a nod. Roger finished the last of the ale presented from his friends and after chasing them out, gleefully slammed the door in her face.

******

It was midnight when Sir Gordie found her in the stable. She found excuses to remain outside, not caring to hear Rosebud’s cries as Roger pierced her veil of womanhood. He stood back and watched as she cleaned each stall, shoveling out the soiled mess and replacing it with fresh hay. The animals enjoyed her presence and seemed to be calm around her, but none understood the tears that coursed down her cheeks. But Gordie did.

“Velvet, what are you doing here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m cleaning the god-damned stable!”

“Come away.”

“No.”

He grabbed her arms, gently wrenching the shovel out of her hands. “Come away, love. It’s late and you’ll need your rest tomorrow.”

She nodded in defeat. “I can’t sleep, Gordie. I don’t want to hear them.” Velvet paused. “Let me jump in the pond to clean up and I challenge you to get me drunk.”

Gordie smiled. “I’ve never met a challenge that I haven’t won.”

*****

“Why do we have to go there? I own five castles!”

“My father said that it was my choice and my choice is the Sister Estate.”

“I’m your husband and I make the decisions.”

“Not when you’re married to a princess, you don’t!”

Velvet heard the raised voices and winced at the ache in her head. It was bad enough that she’d lost Gordie’s bet and now her head felt like someone had hit her with a mallet without having to add the din of raised voices. She quickly realized that one of them belonged to Princess Rosebud and after hurriedly pulling on some clothes, she stood near the partially opened door.

“Listen, you little whore, don’t think that your precious daddy can protect you once we reach my castle. You don’t ever tell me what to do.” He had Rosebud by the neck of her nightgown, twisting the material so that it was tightening around her neck.

Velvet cleared her throat, giving them time to separate. “Good morning, your majesties.” She swept into the room, ignoring Roger’s withering glare and threw the drapes open, welcoming the bright rays of the sun. “May I help you dress for the journey?”

“You may help by getting the fuck out of here.”

Velvet continued to ignore him, heading for the bed. The pristine sheets were smeared with blood and she had to force herself to do her duty, pushing aside the fact that it represented Rosebud’s deflowering. She yanked the sheet from the bed and hung it outside the window, declaring to the world that the princess had been a virgin and that she was one no longer. Roger looked arrogant and Rosebud appeared embarrassed.

“Would you like me to choose a dress for you, princess?”

Rosebud turned to her lover and Velvet was struck by the anguish in her eyes. She wondered if he had beat her as he took out his long pent-up passions on her but she still looked like she was trying to hold her head up, not allowing his boorish behavior to get to her. The problem, Velvet knew, would be once they left King Simon’s protection. It was Roger’s right as husband to command his wife and a choice he could make would be to beat her. Roger had already proved that he had a propensity for that so there was no doubt. Velvet hoped she could protect Rosebud.

“Yes. I will go and wash up now.”

Roger grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the tallboy. “You owe me a fuck.” He growled, his forearm pressing against her neck. She felt him reach around and jerk her pants down, then fumble with his own. A sharp pain ripped through her loins as he sank his penis into her unprepared asshole. Her scream of pain was choked off in her throat and she grabbed the furniture, fighting to hold on while he viciously raped her. 

Thankfully, he didn’t last long. With a series of grunts, he flooded her anal cavity with his seed and quickly pulled out, tending to his clothing. Velvet bit back tears as she yanked her pants up and went through the motions of choosing Rosebud’s traveling dress, her asshole pulsing in pain.

“That was great, Velvet.” He smirked. “Next time, I’m going to pound that pussy.”

Velvet closed her eyes and fought a wave of nausea down, then pulling the mask back in place, chose clothing for her princess.

******

When they reached the Sister Estate, Sir Roger immediately took control, ordering guards around and disgusting Rosebud’s attendants by dragging her into the kitchen for a quick fuck. The princess was too ashamed to look anyone in the eye and retreated to her room, choosing to spend the hours in forced solitude. Velvet attended Rosebud and learned that there was a secret door in the princess’s chamber, allowing her to evade Roger.

Sir Gordie kept her busy and out of sight as much as possible, leaving the security of the estate in her hands before he had to return to the Main Estate. However, neither of them knew that Sir Roger was extremely angry at not being able to find her and had decided to drink himself into a stupor. When the sun set and the guards went to their appointed positions, he launched himself on a mission to find her. And find her, he did.

“Ah-ha!”

The combination of the door slamming open and his growl caused her to scream. In the midst of bathing, she snatched a towel up to cover her bare breasts and turned to face him.

“I knew if I waited long enough, you’d come back here.” He staggered over to her bed, fumbling with his pants and freeing his semi-hard penis. “You owe me another fuck. In fact, you owe me two. Get over here and suck my dick.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I said, no.”

“Fucking bitch! I’ll show you!” He scrambled across the bed and grabbed her hair. Velvet screamed again. “I own you!”

“Roger! Stop!”

Sir Roger whirled, smiling drunkenly at his bride. “Come to join the party, my dear? Oh, no. You don’t want to join the party, do you? You just don’t want me here at all!” He laughed at the look of horror on Rosebud’s face. “What’s wrong? Didn’t think I’d find out about your trysts?”

“Roger, leave Velvet alone! She’s just protecting me!”

“I suppose she’s just protecting you when she’s sucking on your pussy.” He laughed at the expression on their faces. “Well, I’ll keep your secret. Only if Velvet lets me pound her pussy.”

“No, Roger. I’m your wife. You can’t touch her.”

“I can and I will!”

For Velvet, the world went black.



To Serve A Princess Ch. 06



The sun sparkled off the pond, giving the illusion of warmth when as far as she could see, snow covered the landscape. She wished that she could go out and play in it but her father had said that it was impossible. She stamped her feet and roared at him, but he didn’t budge from his decision. What was worse, he didn’t say why she couldn’t go out. She had been cooped up in the castle for nearly ten months and with Christmas only three days away, she had not had an opportunity to visit the market and select gifts. Her father didn’t care.

Princess Rosebud couldn’t understand why she had been locked up in the Sister Estate like a prisoner. She figured that it was the least she would be able to do since the love of her life and the person she married had both died. Oh, Velvet. When she tried to remember what had happened that night, all she could recall was Roger grabbing her love and a bright-bladed knife swishing past her face, burying itself in her husband. Other than that, everything was a blur. When she awoke, Sir Gordie’s men had locked her in her room and the king had later broken the bad news to her.

My dear, Velvet is dead.

After all these months, the words still hurt and she did nothing to stop the tears from overflowing her hazel eyes and streaking her cheeks. Why? She asked. Why did my Velvet have to die?

The princess went back to her windowless room and did as she had nearly every day – cried herself to sleep.

******

A knock awakened her a few hours later and she sat up, sleepily rubbed her eyes. Sir Gordie stood in the doorway, looking happier than she’d ever seen him. 

“Good evening, princess. The king requests your company in the hall.”

She nodded and yawned, stretching as she swung her feet off the bed and took his arm. “I haven’t seen much of you, Gordie. How are the improvements going?”

“Swimmingly, your majesty. We expect to move you to the new wing this evening.”

“Wow, so soon?” She smiled. “Will I have a window? I’d like to be able to see Velvet’s grave.”

“That will be up to the king.”

King Simon sat at his usual place at the head of the table, his plump wife, Queen Rosamund, at his side. But instead of scowling over a sheaf of text or quaffing a mug of ale, he was bouncing a baby. A golden-haired baby that squealed in delight.

“Don’t shake him too much, Simon. He needs his brains for adulthood.”

“Oh, he’s fine, my darling.” He made a funny face and laughed. “Aren’t you, little Simon?”

King Simon and Queen Rosamund’s eyes met hers, then slid to the fourth member of the group, who was still wrapped in a heavy black cloak. The person stood and the cloak fell to the floor.

“V-Velvet?”

“Hello, “ Velvet bowed deeply. “My princess.”

Rosebud didn’t know who moved first but suddenly she was in Velvet’s arms, sobbing loudly as she pressed her ear to her lover’s heart. Velvet held her tightly, smoothing her hair and cooing words of love to her as the king, queen and seneschal looked on with smiles. “Oh, please don’t tell me this is a dream.”

“No, it’s not a dream, princess.” Velvet pulled back, gazing into the hazel eyes that he had missed so much. “I’m here.”

“But Gordie told me that you were dead!”

Sir Gordie stepped forward. “I’m sorry for misleading you, princess, but it was very important if our plan was to succeed.”

“Our plan?” She asked incredulous. “You had a plan and didn’t tell me?”

“We couldn’t tell you because Gordie knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep you away.” Velvet took her hand and led her to the end of the table, where King Simon cooed to the baby. “My love, I would like you to meet, Simon Alexander.”

Rosebud bent to smooth the fair hairs on the baby’s head and received a happy gurgle. “He’s very beautiful, but I don’t understand.”

“Your father said that you had to have an heir. We knew from Sir Roger’s previous conquests that he was barren. No seed that he ever sowed came to fruition and we felt that it would be the same for you.” Rosebud’s hand involuntarily drifted to her stomach, happy that she had not been sown with that demon’s seed. “If you were to reign happily, an heir had to be found.”

“Enter Simon Alexander.” Velvet grinned at Gordie who hefted the child up and handed him to Velvet. Rosebud’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two.

“You … and Gordie?”

“It was Gordie’s plan.” Velvet held little Simon close. “He noticed that he looked a lot like Sir Roger and thought that his progeny would not be questioned. So it was decided that he would impregnate you and with an heir, Roger could be moved out of the picture.”

“But we couldn’t seem to get you alone for that to happen, so Velvet volunteered. That’s why we had to tell you that she was dead, so no one would come looking for her until she had safely given birth and little Simon was under the King’s protection.” Gordie paused. “We never intended to kill Sir Roger, but when he tried to kill Velvet … “

“You killed him!”

“Of course!” Gordie exclaimed. “Did you honestly think that I would let you stay in the castle with him without my protection? Velvet was with child and could not perform up to her usual standards, so I pretended to leave, then snuck back in.”

It was all too much to handle. Rosebud sat heavily in a chair, raising a shaking hand to her mouth. “All this time … “ She murmured. “All this time, I thought you were dead.”

Velvet handed the baby to Queen Rosamund and knelt at the princess’s feet. “I know, baby, but it was worth it. Everyone in the kingdom saw that Roger took your virginity and they all think that you’ve had a bad pregnancy, hence the fact that they haven’t seen you in almost a year. Your parents plan to hold a ball for you in two months’ time to re-introduce you and to celebrate the birth of Prince Simon. No one can refute him.” Velvet looked to the king who nodded. “Finally, the best news is that your father has settled Sister Estate fully upon you and we can live here – together – until the end of our days.”

Velvet’s words pierced the veil of confusion in Rosebud’s head. “We?”

“Yes.” The queen spoke up, her face radiant as she tenderly cradled her grandson. “You and Velvet.” She paused. “I have ignored the fact that you weren’t interested in boys for a long time and … “ Her voice cracked. “I want you to be happy. Velvet so obviously loves you and I’ve never seen you happier so … “

“We can make this our home and raise our son.” Velvet’s eyes filled with tears. “No more hiding and no more lies. Just us and the people who love and care for us.”

Rosebud reached down and drew her hand across Velvet’s cheek. “Oh, Velvet.”

“Wait, there’s one more thing.” Velvet reached in her pocket and drew out the pinky ring she’d given Rosebud long ago, except that it had been enlarged to fit over her third finger and more diamonds had been added to it. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes!” She trembled as the cool band slid over her finger and embraced her lover, afraid to let her go. “Oh, Velvet, I love you!”

“I love you, too, my princess.” Velvet held Rosebud tenderly, her heart filled with love and hope.

“Well, now that that’s all settled, can we eat?”

Everyone laughed at King Simon’s words but all felt as hungry as he did. During the meal of trout in garlic butter, baby carrots and crispy green beans, Rosebud listened to her lover explain what had transpired while Velvet held little Simon to her breast to nurse. She and Sir Gordie had had sex to create the baby, with the seneschal very surprised to find that he was her first. Gordie had been pleased that Velvet would offer this to her, but he felt that he was her friend and protector and it made him love her all the more.

After she missed her monthly, they knew that his seed had taken and he contacted the royal doctor, Harnstett and Lord Thorpe, who lived five days’ travel away. Then before Velvet could leave, Roger had anally assaulted her, requiring her to be seen by the doctor. 

Rosebud cried as she learned of the assault, upset that Velvet had not shared the pain with her. “Why did you not tell me?”

“You were being assaulted as well, love, only you were his bride. How could I add to your burden?”

The room was momentarily silent as Rosebud sobbed. Gordie continued with storytelling. He had returned to the castle and had hidden, watching as Sir Roger became more and more drunk. He followed him when he went into Velvet’s room, bursting in on her while she was dressing and ordering sex. When Roger had grabbed Velvet, Gordie acted before he could think. He buried his knife in Roger’s back. 

Velvet had fainted and Rosebud had gone into shock. First, he took Velvet to another room, undressed her and visually made sure that she was okay. He then put Rosebud in her bed and locked her door. Then, he checked Roger. He was still alive, though bleeding profusely and swore at Gordie.

“Then I did something else.”

All eyes were on his, but he only looked at his king, as if warning him that the next words might require forgiveness. King Simon gave him a nod of understanding.

“I fucked him.”

A collective “What?” burst from everyone’s lips, half-smiles playing on everyone’s faces.

However, the always well-mannered, straitlaced military man wasn’t laughing. His face remained serious. “He was lying there, calling me every name in the book and a few that I hadn’t heard before. And I thought about what he did to Velvet and I got angry.” He wiped a shaking hand across his face as he paused. “So I yanked his pants down and shoved my … my penis into his ass. And … and … “ Rosebud rubbed his back as he struggled to speak his emotions for the first time in his life. “And I LIKED IT!”

King Simon sat back in his chair. “So now you’ve figured out what we’ve only guessed.”

“Sir?”

The king smiled into Gordie’s confused features. “The queen and I have always thought that you might be partial to men, but we would never dream of saying anything to you.”

The seneschal hung his head, hiding his tears. “I’m so ashamed.”

“Don’t be.” Rosebud said softly. “I’ve always loved women and I was lucky enough to not only find Velvet but to have family that supports my decision. You are part of our family, Gordie. We love and support you no matter what.”

Sir Gordie raised his eyes and looked around the table, overwhelmed at the love, respect and acceptance he saw in everyone’s eyes. For the first time in his 28 years of life, he broke down and cried like a baby, knowing that he had truly found his home.

*****

Little Simon Alexander snuggled into his bed, his belly full and a fresh diaper on his bottom. Rosebud paused for a moment to lovingly touch the infant, amazed that he was hers, that every day she would watch him learn and grow with Velvet at her side. Velvet came behind her and embraced her.

“Oh, Velvet, he’s so perfect. I can’t believe that he’s ours.”

“I hope you’ll still feel that way when he wakes up in a few hours, crying for his milk.”

“I’ll always feel the same way about him. I love him dearly. He represents the sacrifice that you made for me and he’s a part of two people that I love dearly.” Rosebud turned to her, gently stroking her cheeks. “I love you.”

Velvet pulled her in and kissed her, quivering inside as she felt Rosebud’s gentle tongue swirling in her mouth. She led her into the bedroom and both undressed, their mouths still locked together in passion and fell on the bed. Velvet couldn’t wait; it had been too long since she’d tasted Rosebud’s juicy pussy. She kissed her way down the princess’s body, moving between her legs.

“Turn around. I want to taste you, too.”

Velvet moved above her, straddling Rosebud’s head and without hesitation, Rosebud pulled her wet cunt down to her waiting mouth. Velvet’s pussy was so sweet and she couldn’t stop the tears that ran down her cheeks. She pushed her tongue up into the hole and felt Velvet’s hum of appreciation radiate through her body. She ran her tongue all over the smooth skin, then slid inside, rubbing over her hidden clit. She pulled the fat pud back and finding the nubbin, she put her lips around it and sucked gently. It took only moments before Velvet was moaning in the throes of a climax and still fewer moments before Rosebud moved to begin again.

Rosebud’s dripping hole became the focus of Velvet’s attention. She moved her tongue up and down her tasty slit, her teeth nibbling at her clit and her lips on sucking her outer and inner lips. “Oh, Velvet.” She smiled at the reaction, and fattened her tongue, leisurely moving it in and out of her love canal, her fingers stroking her clit roughly. She exploded in Velvet’s mouth, screaming out her joy as she made love with her real husband.

An hour later, Velvet and Rosebud lay together, the aftershocks of orgasms still racking their bodies. The princess laid her head on Velvet’s heated skin, her arm across her stomach and Velvet pulled her closer, wrapping her arms around her lover. She felt Rosebud’s breathing become smooth and deep and knew that the woman had fallen asleep. Only then did she allow her tears to fall; tears of happiness that cleansed her soul.

“Sleep well, my princess.” She whispered, drifting off to sleep. “You’ve made all of my dreams come true.”