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The Princess Ch. 01

By: Surprise1997



More than anything, Jessica had always wanted to be an English Princess. That had been her burning desire since childhood. Now, at age 23, she was Her Royal Highness Princess Alfred of Wilshire. A lifetime of social climbing and positioning had paid off.

Her new husband, Prince Alfred, was a cousin of Her Majesty the Queen. A long time ago, he had been a high ranking member of the British Royal Family. At the time of his birth in 1944, he had been 11th in line for the throne. Time had passed him by. Now at age 76, his place in the line of succession had fallen to a distant 136th.

Cruel fate had dealt him the position of second son. His older brother had inherited the Dukedom of Wilshire. Upon the Duke's death two years ago, the title had past to his son Trevor who had fathered two children of his own. Therefore Prince Alfred's immediate family found themselves in an awkward position. The complex system governing British Royal titles made things less than agreeable to his branch of the family.

As the grandson of a King, Prince Alfred enjoyed the generic dignity of "Prince of the United Kingdom". This did not extend to his two sons. With no subsidiary titles, they were styled merely as "Lord". 

Despite his status as a "fringe Royal", Prince Alfred relished and enjoyed life. He liked drinking, traveling, gambling, and women. Indeed, the Prince's love of young women had destroyed his first marriage.

Unfortunately for Jessica, excessive drinking and advancing age had killed off his once formidable sex drive. He had failed to satisfy her during their honeymoon in Paris. This had left them both extremely frustrated and angry with each other.

With the help of medication Alfred had been able to consummate the marriage, but just barely. His two minute performances had left Jessica wanting. That had led to the incident which she now thought of longingly.

After only four weeks of marriage, Jessica was extremely lonely and bored. She sat in her dressing room sipping Jack Daniels. The fact that she was drinking at 10:00 o'clock in the morning made her angry. But she needed something to take the edge off of her bored and desperate mind.

Melton Hall was a beautiful and grand English country house. That was the problem. It was a house and not a castle. She longed to live in her brother's stately Wilshire Castle.

As daughter of the U.S. Consul General to London, she had met many members of the Royal Family prior to her introduction to Alfred. Jessica's elegant demeanor, and perfect manners, had endeared her to some members of the aristocracy. However, she was targeting Royals. Jessica had even attempted to entice Prince Harry before settling on the elderly Prince Alfred. 

The 51 year age difference between them angered most senior Royals. After the engagement was announced, the tabloids christened her "Jessie Gold Digger" and "The American Tramp". The mainstream media was less vulgar but still critical.

Jessica stood in front if the full length mirror. Her regal bearing gave her confidence. She liked how she looked in her country tweeds, and brown leather boots. Her long dark, black hair flowed evenly over her shoulders. The waist of the suit accentuated her perky tits and emphasized her hourglass figure. 

"You're a long way from Orlando Princess Alfred", she said to herself. Each day since the awful wedding, she had unsuccessfully tried to convince herself that she had arrived. While she loved her rank, she hated the title "Princess Alfred". She still didn't understand why Royal protocol prevented her from being called "Princess Jessica". 

The wedding had been a disaster. The couple had originally been slated to be married at Wilshire Chapel. The guest list included several junior members of the Royal Family.

Buckingham Palace, more accurately the Queen, had called off the Wilshire wedding and asked the couple to marry abroad. The negative media attention was too much for the family. The Palace wanted nothing to do with the affair. 

The low key civil ceremony took place in Vienna, followed by a week-long honeymoon in Paris. Jessica massaged her right breast as she thought of Paris. Thoughts of excitement and desire filled her mind as she recalled the amazing experience.

On the last day of their honeymoon, Alfred had left her alone so he could meet with his business partners. She was all alone in their Paris hotel suite. All of a sudden, feelings of depression and regret filled her mind. The media attention was painful. The thrill if being Royal was wearing off. She cringed as she thought of Alfred's old, portly body.

The Paris honeymoon suite seemed to be closing in on her. Sitting at the vanity mirror in her robe, she started crying. Her makeup ran into her eyes, temporarily impairing her vision. She fought to control the flow the tears. After several minutes, she felt a hand on her shoulder and thought it was Alfred.

"Is there a problem, Your Royal Highness?" asked a soft, feminine French voice. She turned to see a young, concerned looking blonde hotel maid standing over her. The girl curtsied. 

Jessica smiled unconvincingly. "I'm okay," she said -a statement that would've caused a lie detector needle to erratically jump up and down. The maid was 19 or 20 with piercing green eyes, milky white skin. Her petite, slightly chunky frame fit nicely into the conservative blue maid's uniform. 

The shiny blonde hair was pulled back into a bun. The maid's eyes moved down to Jessica's chest. Her robe had slipped open revealing her firm, perky tits. Her nipples hardened as the cool air hit her bare skin. Embarrassed, she quickly closed the bathrobe.

The maid's mouth dropped. She looked down at Jessica and checked out her bare legs. Her look of compassion turned to desire. "My name is Celine if there is anything I can do for Your Royal Highness," she said. It was a firm statement, not a question. Their eyes locked. Jessica felt butterflies in her stomach. The moisture between her legs made her blush.

A feeling if electricity passed between them. Jessica felt her hungry, deprived pussy getting wet. Her heart pounded through her chest. Her breasts felt very heavy as her breathing quickened. She opened her mouth to reply. Within one second, the maid bent down and threw her arms around Jessica. Their lips met in a clumsy kiss. She felt the maid's insistent tongue passionately probe the inside of her mouth.

Stunned, Jessica instinctively pulled back and slammed the chair against the vanity table. Several perfume bottles shattered on the floor. "What? No!" she protested without conviction. Her robe had fallen open again, this time completely. Her firm, naked body was exposed.

The maid dropped to her knees and dove between Jessica's open legs. She felt her tongue on her pussy lips. That did it and she let go of her inhibitions. Jessica arched her back giving the maid more access to her shaved pussy.

The eager maid plunged her tongue deep into Jessica's wet pussy. She expertly rubbed her throbbing clit as she savored her sweet juices. Her other hand reached under and squeezed Jessica's right ass cheek. "Oh! Fuck yes!" yelled Jessica as she lost herself.

The maid methodically worked her tongue in an out of Jessica's pussy. She grabbed the maid's head with both hands and violently pushed it into her crotch. Meanwhile, the young maid continued to rub Jessica's hard clit. Her other hand made its way from right ass cheek to Jessica's ass hole. She delicately worked her index finger inside and proceeded to slowly move it in and out. 

Jessica was in paradise. Far from being innocent, her past experiences were numerous. But this by far the most erotic experience of her life. Within a minute, she felt the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. She was out of control.

"Yeeahhhh!!" she screamed as her body trembled violently. Her animal moaning and cries of pleasure literally echoed off the walls. As she buckled, the back if her head smashed against the vanity table knocking over more makeup items.

She tightly held on to the maid's head throughout the mind numbing orgasm. Right at the end of her wave of pleasure, she felt her chair tipping to the right. Reflexively, her left arm grabbed the light vanity table. It wasn't bolted to the floor. Jessica succeeded in tipping it over as her chair fell to the side. The table crashed and flung the mirror onto the tiled floor. The sound of breaking glass filled the room.

Jessica and the maid landed next to, but clear of the table and glass. Disoriented, the maid disengaged Jessica and crawled on top of her. They both started giggling uncontrollably. "What was your name again?" asked Jessica.

"Hands on your head! Get off of her!" demanded a frantic male voice. Gun drawn and pointed, Sebastian Bowden approached the two girls. The maid, who had been on top of Jessica got up with her hands raised. 

Jessica noticed that her bun had come undone. Her beautiful, blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. The smart blue uniform was disheveled. Jessica's juices covered her innocent looking face. 

Jessica immediately recognized Sebastian Bowden. He was an American private body guard temporarily contracted to Prince Alfred's security detail. His fluency in French had landed him this assignment for Anson Security Ltd. Since Prince Alfred did not receive services from the Royal Protection Detail, he had to use a private firm.

"Everything's fine Sebastian. All good," said Jessica as she sprang to her feet. She was breathing heavily and her robe was open. Her pussy and inner thighs were drenched.

"Ma'am?" asked Sebastian with a stunned look. He lowered his gun. "My apologies. I heard yelling," he said. The fact that Jessica's naked body peaked out of the robe did not go unnoticed. He eyed both of them quizzically not wanting to offend the Princess. He blushed when he realized that he had walked in on something very private. He smiled from ear to ear.

Jessica was worried. She just knew this would get back to the Prince and destroy her marriage. Then she noticed the bulge in Bowden's pants. She had checked him out several times over the past week. He was about 6'1, in his early 30s, with a tanned complexion. He had a Mario Lopez look. His shoulders and arms looked big and muscular.

All of a sudden, Jessica felt that she had to see what was under his shirt. She was on fire and needed a stiff cock between her legs. Her body ached for more attention.

Feeling bold, she slowly slid off her robe. "Perhaps you can help me?" she asked with an innocent smile. Without waiting for a response she walked over to him and put her arms around his broad shoulders. They embraced and started kissing as the maid came up behind Jessica. She ran her delicate hands over Jessica's firm ass.

"May I help, Your Royal Highness?" asked the maid as she playfully tongued Jessica's ear. Jessica turned and pulled her into the embrace. She was happy to see that the maid had shed her uniform, bra, and panties. Her full, sumptuous tits felt so nice on her skin.

The three kissed and tongue played as Jessica and the maid pulled Bowden's clothes off. They each licked his nipples and chest. Then they relieved him of his holster, shirt, suit pants and boxers.

Jessica gasped when his thick 8 inch cock sprang out. 

They pushed him onto the bed and went to work in his dick. "It's mine!" declared Jessica as she took as much as she could in her mouth. It hurt the back of her throat and she gagged a little. That didn't stop her. She slid her head up and down while stroking the base.

"Ma'am, Your Royal..ahh!" moaned Sebastian. "That feels so nice". Jessica had never had such a huge cock in her mouth. Their eyes met and he gave her a cocky smile.

Meanwhile, the maid pushed in and started licking his balls. She playfully sucked and licked each testicle while meeting Jessica's mouth at the base. With her left hand, she reach over and stuck two fingers in Jessica's sopping wet pussy. 

"Mmmm," moaned Jessica, her mouth full of cock. The maid worked her fingers in and out. Reflexes caused her mouth to contract a bit. Her lower teeth nicked Sebastian's cock and he gasped in pain and pleasure. 

Jessica raised her head, bolted up and lustily said, "I want it! I need you to fuck me now Sebastian!" She slid up next to him. He quickly rolled on top of her and slowly stuck his 8 inches inside her tight pussy. "Fuck me!!" she demanded in her high pitched voice "I need this so badly!"

Jessica cried out in pleasure as he immediately hit her G-spot. She used her Kegels to squeeze his dick as he pumped it in and out. He latched on to her left tit as and violently twisted her nipple. 

This made her scream more as and she dug her sharp finger nails into his back, drawing blood. 

"Fuck! You crazy bitch!" exclaimed Sebastian. He caught himself and exclaimed, "I apologize Your Royal Highness!"

This upset the maid and she yelled, "C'est quoi ce bordel? (What the fuck?)". She violently slapped his ass. "Show respect to Her Royal Highness!" she demanded.

Sebastian cringed as the maid grabbed his rear and stuck a finger in his ass hole. He was surprised at how good it felt. "What the hell!" he protested as the maid leaned on his back to reach Jessica's mouth. "You sick bitch!"

They kissed passionately as Sebastian used his right hand to find the maid's ass. He felt her wet juices and stuck three fingers inside of her sopping pussy. She shrieked as his thumb found her ass hole. He violently worked her pussy and ass with his large fingers. 

In retaliation, her middle finger joined her index finger in his asshole. "Mother fucker!" screamed Sebastian. He felt his cock pulsate and grow bigger.

Beneath them, Jessica pushed back on Sebastian's cock as hard as she could. Her Kegels squeezed his throbbing member. She returned all of his thrusts. "Ohh!! Fuck! I'm going to come!" she screamed into their faces. Never had she had a cock so big inside of her. He was driving her crazy. 

"Come with me! Oh! Sebas .. Both of you come with me!" demanded Jessica. "Come with me!"

Sebastian pumped her pussy harder and quickened his pace as he finger fucked the maid. "Oh Damn!" he yelled. 

The maid had stopped fingering his ass and enthusiastically massaged his balls. He never wanted this to end and did his best to hold back.

While she preferred to have her face in pussy, the maid was loving every minute. The thick fingers up her pussy were satisfying and she was close. The look of ecstasy on Jessica's face sent her over the edge. "Oh Yess! Your Royal.. My sweet Princess!" she yelled.

"Fuucckkk! Fuck me!" screamed Jessica as the orgasm shook her body. Her nails left more claw marks on Sebastian's back as she screamed in ecstasy. She could feel his hot pre-cum shooting deep inside of her. He kept pounding her mercilessly as her eyes rolled back. He moaned loudly as his dick worked her pussy.

The maid turned her head to the left and buried her teeth in Sebastian's upper bicep. "Ahh! You bitch!" he screamed as he stuck four fingers into her pussy and fingered her with a vengeance. She moaned loudly as her juices spurted all over his hand.

"Ohh! I love it!" screamed the maid. Her mouth was red with blood from biting Sebastian. She licked her lips. "Fill her now!"

Sebastian furiously worked himself in and out of Jessica. "I'm going to cum!" he screamed. "Damn!" Her Kegels clamped his throbbing cock as he unloaded every last drop of cum. He shot his load deep inside of her hungry pussy. Her sopping wet, warm pussy felt so nice to him. He was spent, but reluctant to leave. 

Jessica looked into his eyes with true affection. Finally, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. She snuggled up to his shoulder.

The maid spooned Jessica and they all silently held each other. Each of them was momentarily wiped out. The maid's left hand stroked Jessica's hair. She found this extremely soothing.

Exhausted from days of not sleeping, Jessica drifted off to another world. 

When she awoke an hour later, Sebastian had gone. He had resumed his post outside the entrance to the suite. All was quiet.

The maid was standing over her. "I am glad you are awake, Your Royal Highness!" she said with a soothing voice. "You look so peaceful". Her hand cupped Jessica's face. She was back in uniform.

She'd cleaned up the broken glass. "I wanted to kiss you goodbye." she declared. All of a sudden, she bent and stuck her face in Jessica's crotch. She felt the maid's tongue hungrily probe her pussy and opened her legs wider. After lapping for a few seconds, she wordlessly crawled on top and started kissing Jessica.

The taste of Sebastian's cum and her own juices filled her mouth as the maid eagerly played with her tongue. When they finished kissing Jessica giggled. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" she asked. 

"I am Celine, the assistant housekeeper, at your service," purred the maid. "It is a great honor to meet you, Your Royal Highness," she said as her lips touched Jessica's forehead.

That had been the honeymoon. Now, a few weeks later, she was stuck at boring Melton Hall. Alfred had not touched her since the first few times. Three weeks had gone by since Sebastian and Celine. She wanted more. Thoughts of self-pity were interrupted by a dark thought. Jessica realized that she'd missed her period... 

PART 2 COMING SOON! 

The Princess and her Captor



Nearing the stroke of midnight, I slipped out the back door of the party seemingly unnoticed. I knew that if I was not home by 12:30 my husband was going to kill me. I did not see the man standing there nor did I hear his footsteps behind me. I was walking rather rapidly though. It must have been my own heartbeat drumming in my chest that prevented me from hearing or seeing anything else that was going on around me. 

Just as I was about to run down the narrow street towards home, a pair of strong thick arms encased my rib cage. We escaped into the darkness together. I awoke to the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of cigar smoke. As I opened my eyes I realized there was something binding them from sight. I tried moving my arms and my legs to no avail. I was restrained with cuffs spread eagle to the posts of the bed. All I could do was mumble slightly over the gag that was in my mouth. 

“I see you have awoken my beauty. I have prepared a most delicious treat for you my dear.” The voice sounded strangely familiar yet too deep and raspy to be anyone that came to mind at the moment. I tried once again to struggle free from the bind that I was in, but unfortunately I could not move. The steel handcuffs were tight and it only hurt worse when I struggled. My captor reached up and carefully removed the bind from my eyes. Still, I could not see a thing. He came to me and straddled my hips.

I could not see his face for the mask that was covering it. But I could then see the cigar in his mouth. Taking a huge puff from it, he casually blew it across my face. Asking me if I liked it. I tried to tell him that no I did not, but of course I could not speak, so I mumbled no as best as I could and then shook my head from side to side. “The pretty little princess doesn’t like my smoke? Ah, poor baby.” He said while exhaling yet another puff into my face. “If you would just learn not to be naughty, my little princess, you would not have to endure this. But you have chosen to be naughty little girl and deserve to be punished.” The heavy smoke from the cigar never left my nostrils. Over and over again he blew his torrid smoke towards my face. Grabbing an ashtray and placing upon my breasts he put the remainder of the cigar out and placed it aside for later use.

Thoughts were running rapid through my head as I tried concentrating on where I knew this man from and what I had done to him to cause him to want to do things like this to me. Every thing about him seemed very familiar but in my dazed state of mind, I just could not put a finger on it. Suddenly I felt a cold steel metal blade against my throat. His voice whispering in my ear, “If you try to escape me, I know how to use this and I am not afraid to do so.” I could feel my heart drumming in my chest and my breath quickening at the threat. And yet oddly enough I was very aroused.

He then took me from the bed, silently undoing the handcuffs that had bound me. Though he did not remove the gag from my mouth. He then stood me behind a chair and began to tie each of my ankles around the back legs of it. Bending me over, he tied my arms to the front of the chair. I felt the hard wood pressing into my chest and realized that I was fully nude. My D cup breasts hung over the chair. He began to fondle them. Touching them and playing with the nipples, twisting them with his powerful fingers. Gradually the grip got harder and harder until I wanted to scream in agony, but I dared not to mutter a single complaint. 

My nipples were so hard when he was done, that I the slightest touch to them would most likely drive me to a mind-blowing orgasm. Then I heard him moving about he room, when his footsteps stopped, it sounded as though blinds were raised and curtains were being thrown back. I could see light reflected throughout the room. It was not a bright light, but a very dim one in fact.

“You like being the object of all men’s desires, don’t you? Well, my darling you can have your wish.” With that said, he then raised the window. “Now, if you were to utter the slightest scream it would most probably be heard.” He said this as he came back to me and lay the knife upon the chair for me to see. “This is a reminder of what could happen if you so much as try.”

He walked behind me and gently began rubbing my ass. His hands felt so loving and kind. I almost could not believe that this man had now twice threatened to kill me. I glanced down at the knife and closed my eyes. After tonight I made a vow to myself that I would never do the things that I had been doing behind my husbands back. You see, for months now, I had been running an online business and catering to bachelor parties and such. I had given them all that they requested and even slept with several of them on numerous occasions. But never would I let a single one of them have my ass. I always told my husband one thing or another to get me out of the house and always came back when I was supposed to be home. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine anything of this nature to ever happen to me.

While my thoughts drifted away from me, I forgot about the man that I was now totally powerless to. Until I felt the sting of a whip on my ass. Over and over again he spanked me harder and harder. I could feel the wind caressing the whelps it left. Oddly I never thought that I would enjoy something of this nature, but I could feel the juices from my cunt slowly dripping down my legs. “The princess likes this does she? I can smell the mustiness of your cunt honey.” He began spanking me harder and harder. My clit began to spasm with each stinging whack to my ass. I was on the verge of coming. Of course, he realized this and stopped. 

I whimpered under my breath. He heard me and said, “Oh, you just expected me to let you have pleasure? No, my dear the pain must come before the gratification.” Tears were now beginning to streak down my checks, my nipples harder than rocks and my cunt felt like it was on fire and ready to burst. I had never been so turned on in my entire life and I hated it. I hated him for not letting me have the release that I so desperately craved. 

He returned to the bed to retrieve his cigar. Lighting it up he began to walk around me blowing smoke all over my body and into my face and nostrils. When I would try and fight him, try to turn away, he would grab me by the hair forcing me to inhale his smoke. But then something strange happened. Before he put out the cigar, I found myself willingly turning my head to inhale the smoke from his mouth. Several times our lips touched and my body would light up. Tingling sensations flowing all over me.

If he realized I liked it, he didn’t stop until it was done and my whole body was on fire. I was certain that he did realize how much he was turning me on, or else he would have stopped that as well. After replacing the ashtray, he walked behind me once more and I felt the hard, sting of leather on my ass. This time it was not a whip. I could tell that it was a very thick leather paddle. And I wanted him to do it harder. Eventually he did. And my cunt began overflowing with juices, my nipples got tighter and harder, and I could feel the whelps burning on my ass.

He laid the paddle aside, still behind me. His hands began caressing the tender flesh. Flames coursed through my entire body. Licking at my nipples and my harden clit. I heard the zipper of his pants and felt the hardness of his cock. He carefully began rubbing it across the wetness he had created on my cunt. Back and forth and then teasing the entrance until I could no longer stand it. I was moaning and moving my ass in rhythm with his hardness. His fingers began to explore where no one had ever gone before. I felt them teasing and taunting me. He shoved his finger up into my hot cunt to get it wet and then slowly entered it into my ass. It hurt and burned so very much but I silently begged for more. His cock was slipping in and out of hot pussy now, only a few strokes though. I was so close to coming. Tears welled up in my eyes when he removed his finger from my ass and his cock from my tight cunt. 

But then he grabbed me by the hips and I could feel his cock at the entrance of my virgin ass. “Just remember darling, the pain must come before the pleasure.” With that, he slammed his cock into my ass. Immediately tears fell from my eyes and my hot, wet cunt began to pulsate. The pain was almost unbearable. I could hardly breath. He fucked my ass harder and harder until I nearly passed out. Over and over his cock invaded me taking the one gift that I had never given to any other man. My whole body was convulsing around his fat cock. My mind went blank and I felt very faint from the tremendous pain and pleasure that I was experiencing. I felt him beginning to throb. He rammed his cock so far into my ass that everything inside burned and tingled. I forgot where I was or whom I was with but not how good it felt. Slowly, he withdrew from me and put his cock away. He began to untie the bonds on my wrists and ankles. And made me promise not to scream for help when he took the gag from my mouth. 

“You must go home now princess, I am sure your daddy will be waiting for you.” But how will I get home when I don’t even know where I am? He then took me by the hand and again blindfolded me assuring me that this was a must. We walked for what seemed like a very long while in complete silence. Once we reached our destination, he gently touched my lips. Bending over he kissed them very softly and asked if I had enjoyed the night. I was hardly able to speak but muttered a barely audible, “Yes.” He walked behind me and removed the blindfold from my eyes. “Do not turn around and try to see me princess. Just walk home.” And I did. Although, the temptation to see my captor, was almost too much to bear. 

When I arrived home, my dear husband was laying in his chair with a book to his face. I walked over to him and my tears began to fall. I kissed him gently on the cheek. He stood up, taking me into his arms and asked, “Where have you been angel? What is wrong with you my love?”

“I have had a rough night. I would rather talk about it some other time. “

He pulled slightly away from me and brought his hand under my chin. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, and lips. And asked that I please tell him what happened. I disagreed for a moment but then realized this was as good a time as ever to tell him. So, I told him everything. Detail by detail I told him of all the things that had happened and what I had done. And how ashamed I felt because of it. I begged him not to leave me several times. Not one time did he agree or disagree with me, just gently caressed my face and asked me to go on. So, I told him of my captor and what had happened to me. I told him how much I had not wanted to enjoy the things that he was doing to me, but that I did enjoy everything.

I was now uncontrollably sobbing against his shoulder as he gently folded me into his arms and let me cry for a few moments. Then, he took my hand and led me to the computer where he pulled up the sight that I had created along with several of the e-mails from various men requesting different things. These e-mails were ones that I had responded to and carried forth with. He knew, he knew about everything. 

“I followed you to every single one of these parties. I saw what you did and whom you did it with. I watched as you fucked, sucked, and took all their abuse just to earn a few dollars. And I love you for it but it’s over my darling. I won’t have my wife doing this anymore.”

In a deep, raspy voice he said, “You have been a naughty princess. I bet you didn’t know that I like to smoke cigars, did you?” A shocked and puzzled look sprang to my face. With that he grabbed me by the hair and bent me over onto his lap and spanked me with his bare hands as I cried out in painful delight. 

Wicked Angel

01/20/03



The Princess & Her Family



CHAPTER 1: THE WEDDING

Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far away, lived a beautiful Princess. The Princess, Jennifer, lived a happy and carefree life until her tenth birthday, when she was told that she had been betrothed to Prince Igor, the heir to the throne of a neighboring kingdom. The arrangement was for them to be married on her eighteenth birthday. She had only met the Prince once and she thought him to be unruly, bratty, effeminate and fat.

As the days slipped by, she forgot about her betrothal and slowly resumed her happy and carefree life, playing games and dolls with her maids in waiting. One of the maids, later destined to become a lady in waiting, was her cousin, Celeste. Celeste was the illegitimate child of Jennifer's mother's spinster cousin and only two weeks older than Jennifer herself.

The years passed and Jennifer grew to be a beautiful young lady, tall and slender, with flashing blue eyes, long golden hair and a free spirit. One thing that many people in the Kingdom remarked upon was how much Jennifer, The King's only child and Celeste, her friend, looked alike. These remarks were always made in private and never where The King or any of his agents could hear. They were, as far as anyone knew, only distant cousins, but the resemblance was far stronger than one would expect from two girls with such a remote relationship. The girls shared everything and were much closer than Princess and servant; they were also best friends and confidants.

Suddenly, the day came for Jennifer's wedding. Although she had only met Igor the one time when they were children, she had seen a portrait of him recently and people she knew told her that he was still fat and sloppy. She begged and pleaded with her father not to force her to go through with this, but political reasons made it necessary that this wedding unite two neighboring Kingdoms, as had his wedding to Jennifer's mother almost nineteen years ago.

The day of the wedding dawned bright and sunny. Jennifer looked stunning in the most elaborate bridal gown one could imagine. Her friend and cousin, Celeste, who was also her maid of honor, was just as breathtaking in her own way. The arrangement was that the bride would not see Igor until he took her hand from her father at the altar in the church.

Imagine her dismay when she first laid eyes on Igor. In her three-inch high shoes, she was almost six inches taller than his five foot, four inches. What he lacked in height, he made up for it in girth. At three hundred pounds, he was far more than double her one hundred and twenty five. He was obviously intoxicated and was being physically supported by his best man; a six-foot tall, dark eyed, handsome devil she later learned was Vlad.

By the time the ceremony was over, the Princess was in tears and the Prince was asleep or passed out in the arms of his best man and a couple of the stronger ushers. She tried to retire to her quarters but her father insisted that she make at least a brief appearance at the elaborate reception. With Celeste as support, she steeled herself for this tortuous ordeal. Thankfully, Igor had not regained consciousness on the way to the party and was still out cold in his own quarters. She forced herself to smile and soon found she was having a good time, dancing and cavorting with the reception guests, most of which were her friends. 

Finally, the party was over and it was time to go to the bridal chamber. Although Jennifer was technically a virgin, her father, had seen to it that she had a little education in the matters of sex. The books of the day were not very accurate, poorly written, and barely scratched the surface of matrimonial duties. The Princess and Celeste had done some very minor experimenting along those lines on their own. She really had no idea what to expect and had great tribulations about being in the matrimonial bed with Igor. She finally convinced Celeste to go as far as the bedchamber with her.

They paused outside the door when they heard the murmur of voices from within. Jennifer cautiously eased the door open. Through the crack, the two girls could see that Igor was sideways to them, nude, on his hands and knees on the bed. Standing behind him, also nude, was Vlad, his page. Vlad's penis was in the Prince's rectum and he was sliding it in and out to the accompaniment of Igor's groans. Each withdrawal brought an intake of breath and each thrust a grunt.

Despite her meager sex education, Jennifer had never seen anyone actually having sexual intercourse much less two men having anal sex. At first the girls were mortified but as they watched, became intrigued by the activity. Once when she was young, Jennifer had caught her father in a compromising situation with one of the chambermaids but she hadn't really seen anything. Celeste giggled, and afraid they would be caught Jennifer softly closed the door.

Back in the Princess's bedroom, the two girls talked about what they had seen in nervous whispers.

Jennifer was excited when she said, "I know that the books say the man puts his thing in you to make a baby but I didn't know he put it there. That looks like it would hurt."

"That's not where he puts it silly; it goes in the front where you pee."

"How do you know that? The books just say he puts it in you"

Now, Celeste was excited. "I once caught Tom, the stable boy doing it to Betty, one of the kitchen maids. She was laying on her back on a bale of hay. Her dress was up and he was moving his thing in and out of her. They saw me but didn't stop. Betty looked like she was enjoying it a lot. She kept telling him it felt good."

"Ooh, I think I might like that too. I know it feels good when I put my finger in there and rub." 

"Yes, I know. I like that too. Just thinking about it now makes mine tingle like it did when I saw Tom and Betty."

Jennifer was shy when she asked, "Can I see yours? Mine feels very strange, like I wet myself a little."

"I will show you mine if I can see yours."

"Okay. Ooh, yours is so very pink. There is something oozing out of it. Do you like it when I touch it like that? Oh, it is all wet. Why did you jump? I want you to do that to me."

Celeste was squirming. "Ooh, that feels so good, it makes me warm all over. I wish we had something to put inside like we were making a baby. Keep doing that to me and I will do it to you in a minute."

Jennifer was alarmed at her friend's reaction. "Did I hurt you? Why are you jerking up and down like that with your eyes closed? There is a lot of something wet and slippery coming out of you there."

Celeste was almost panting when she said, "My goodness, I don't know what happened. The strangest feeling came over me. It felt so good. It was a feeling of peace and tranquility. It was so soothing, almost like I was asleep in a warm bath. I almost swooned." 

Jennifer recalled one passage from her book. "I think you had an orgasm. I read about it. I want to get one too."

"It happened when you were rubbing me, I think it would be even better if we had something like a mans thing to put inside of you like Tom did and it says they do in the books. Mary called Tom's thing a cock. You keep rubbing yourself and I will run down to the kitchen and get a cucumber."

Celeste was back in just a couple of minutes. In the meantime Jennifer had continued to rub furiously. "I couldn't find a cucumber but look at this sausage! It looks a little like the cock Vlad was sticking in Igor except smaller. Do you want me to put it in you?"

Jennifer laid back and let her friend tend to her. "Oh yes. MM that feels good. Slide it back and forth. Oh yes, like that! Oh my goodness, I feel so strange Oh, don't stop! Oh, now I feel like what you said. Oh, it's so nice. OH MY GOODNESS, DON'T STOP!"


So Princess Jennifer had her first climax on her wedding night, but not with her husband. (Although he may have had one too.) Celeste seldom stayed overnight with The Princess, but that night they slept in each other's arms and at some time during the night, Jennifer woke Celeste and had her use the sausage again. When Jennifer used it on Celeste she was so enthralled by what she was doing, she had her nose within inches of the sausage, watching it slip in and out.

CHARTER 2 A BRIGHT, SUNNY DAY

Both girls slept very late the next day and were finally awakened by Cook at mid morning for breakfast. Nothing was said about the Princess being in her own bedchamber rather than in the bridal suite with her husband. Alone, the two girls had a good, private giggle when no one was looking and Celeste put one of the breakfast sausages in her mouth and slipped it in and out in the same manner they had done it to each other the night before.

After breakfast, they had Cook fix a picnic basket (making sure there was some sausages) and had her son, Tom, the stable groom, prepare a team of horses and an open carriage for a ride in the countryside. The girls didn't object when The King insisted they take Tom as the driver. Again her father said nothing about the obvious absence of The Prince.

Tom was, as were many people in the Kingdom, handsome, tall and blond, with blue eyes. He was Cook's eldest son and less than a year older than The Princess and her friend. Cook had been with The Kings family for a long time. Since she had never been married, there was much speculation as to who was Tom's father.

With the two girls in the back and Tom in the drivers seat, they set off on their afternoon adventure. They followed a little used road down a beautiful wooded glen beside a small brook. They soon came upon a small glade where the brook widened out and made a pond. The Princess bade Tom to stop and said to him, "Spread our blanket there in that little clearing and prepare the lunch. When you finish, please leave us alone. We want some privacy. I want to swim and I didn't bring a bathing costume."

Tom, being the dutiful servant, did as he was told, but, also being a virile young man, came back and hid in the bushes to watch these two nymphs undress and frolic in the water.

While they were swimming, Celeste whispered to Jennifer, "Tom is watching us from behind that bush. I am going to get out of the water and give him an eyeful."

Jennifer watched as her beautiful cousin climbed out of the swimming hole and began to parade around as if to air dry herself. Sensing that Tom couldn't see anything but the stunning girl in front of him, Jennifer, still nude, slowly made her way down the pond until she was out of his field of vision behind some bushes. She inched her way through the undergrowth until she was at a point a little to one side and behind him.

She was surprised to see that his trousers were down around his ankles. His manhood was stiff and straight and he had his hand clamped around it. She watched mesmerized while he jerked it up and down, his eyes glued on Celeste. The Princess had the same strange feelings between her legs that she had the night before when the two girls used the sausage. She was fascinated when his strokes slowed and with a grunt, stringy squirts of white milky stuff came out of the end of his tool. She had read about this in the books but didn't understand how he could do it if it wasn't inside a woman.

"Tom, are you alright?' She called as she hurried to him. Then louder, "Come quick Celeste, Tom has hurt himself and his baby making juice has all leaked out!"

Celeste, sensing the urgency in her friend's voice, came running, still completely nude. When she got there, she found her cousin on her knees, cradling Tom's sensitive organ in her hands. "Look, it spilled all over the ground. See it there? There is a little left, coming out of the end of his sausage. Poor Tom. With all of his baby juice gone he won't be able to have children."

Tom spoke for the first time. "It will be alright Your Highness, I can make more." He just stood there grinning, enjoying the attention from the two nude maidens and the feel of their exploring hands on him.

Neither girl had ever seen a mans unit up close so Celeste joined Jennifer on her knees and said, "Let me feel it. Oh, it's much bigger than our sausage and smoother too." To Tom, "Since you don't have any juice now and you cant make a baby, will you do us like I saw you doing Betty, the kitchen maid?"

"The King wouldn't like it if I did that to The Princess."

"Nonsense, let me worry about that, besides we won't tell anyone. Lets go over to the blanket so we can lie down. I want you to do Celeste first so I can watch."

So, Tom stepped out of his trousers and, with Jennifer leading him by the hand, obediently followed this beautiful pair of damsels to the blanket they had spread earlier for their lunch.

Celeste looked perplexed, "You will have to tell us what to do; we have never done this before."

Following Tom's instructions, She lay on her back with her legs spread in a 'surrender' position. Although Tom was not as sharp as many of the subjects in the kingdom, he was the most virile of The King's lackeys and had much experience in deflowering the young castle wenches. He took a place between her legs and slowly and carefully entered her, stopping when she indicated some discomfort.

Jennifer watched, mouth agape as she saw Tom's huge utensil disappear into her friends slit. She couldn't believe Celeste could accommodate the massive thing Tom was sticking in her. Celeste was moaning, not in pain, but in pleasure. Bit by bit, Tom began to slide himself in and out of the servant. Jennifer couldn't help it, she had to rub herself. She found that a copious amount of moisture had accumulated in her sensitive spot, so much that it was oozing down her leg. Tom was now moving rapidly in and out of Celeste to the accompaniment of her sighs of satisfaction. Faster and faster he drove. 

Celeste's cries were almost a continuous purr of contentment when The Princess, who's finger was trying to match Toms cadence, felt the same exotic sensation that she had with the sausage the night before coming over her. Both girls were almost screaming in ecstasy and Tom was grunting like a pig. Within seconds of each other, all three reached the plateau of pleasure they were seeking, Celeste first, then The Princess and finally, with a mighty thrust, Tom.

Tom, too spent to do anything else, rolled on his back, almost unconscious after the culmination of his efforts. Celeste was lost in a stupor like trance, the result of almost too much satisfaction. Jennifer, gathering herself together after the conclusion of her own self-gratification, glanced over at him. "Oh my goodness Tom, what is happening to you? Your poor thing is melting away. It is only half the size it was just a few minutes ago."

"It will come back but it will take some time. In the meantime I must rest for a few minutes."

"Oh, poo. I wanted you to do it to me so I could feel good like Celeste does. How long before it grows back?"

Tom's candle wasn't always lit, but today he could sense an opportunity to ingratiate himself with, at least this member of, the royal family. "It may take a while but in the meantime, I will show you another way that is very pleasing to many of the ladies in the castle."

The princess looked at her Maid of Honor, still nude, curled into a fetal position, and snoring ever so lightly. "Is it has good as what you did to Celeste?"

"Lay back, let me do my thing and you be the judge. Many say it is better."

So The Princess lay back, resting her head on her sleeping friends thigh. Tom took a place above her, kissing her breasts, her stomach and worked his way down to her "sweet spot." When his tongue touched her in just the right place she heaved a sigh that left her almost breathless. Within moments the movement of his gifted mouth had her on the verge of ecstasy. His tongue was sliding in and out of her with almost the same rhythm he had used driving himself into Celeste. At the outward end of each stroke he flicked over the swollen piece of her flesh that was so aware of his presence between her legs. She tried to hold back the tide of delight that threatened to engulf her, but Tom's insistent tongue continued to probe, thrust and twist into her depths. Soon the rapture of carnal bliss was not to be denied and with a low animal growl she rewarded Tom with her first climax with a man. Each lash of his tongue was a new experience for one who could count her total sexual awareness in a matter of hours. 

"Oh my goodness Tom. That felt really good. Thank you so much."

"You are very welcome Your Majesty. You taste very good," but, he thought to himself, "A little like sausage."

The Princess, like her maid in waiting and her seducer was soon asleep with the warm afternoon sun bathing their nubile bodies. 

CHAPTER 3 MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CASTLE

The King was not feeling well and would retire to his quarters; at least that was what he told his court. They understood, he was 'not well' quite often in the late afternoon, especially when his wife, The Queen went riding or to visit her mother. The only question was which member of his staff would attend to his need today. What many in the castle didn't understand was, with all the young maidens in his entourage, why he often chose his cook to attend him.

Cook was less than a year younger than The King and had been with him since long before he married and became King. Her mother had been the royal cook and Cook went with him as part of his staff when he established his own household. She was a pleasant enough woman, almost handsome, definitely striking, but no one would ever have called her pretty. Like the King, she was tall, slim, blond and blue eyed.

This afternoon, Cook brought his tea with scones, double cream and strawberry jam. When she arrived, he was standing in front of the basin, nude from the waist up, washing his face. "Would sire like me to bath him?" This was a chore she often did (and enjoyed.)

"Yes Anne, I think I would like that. Please join me for tea and then you can take care of me." They passed the time with small talk while they consumed the afternoon repast. When finished, the King disrobed, as he had many times, and lay down on his stomach while Anne prepared an ewer of warm water from the pot simmering on the hearth. When she was ready, she slipped off her apron, housedress, petticoats and everything but her knickers.

With the proficiency of one who had done this many times before, she skillfully laved his back with the warm soapy water. Slowly and luxuriously she worked her way down his royal body until the lukewarm liquid ran in rivulets between his legs. She was pleased when he showed his acceptance of her ministrations by sighing softly and opening his legs slightly. Her hand deftly went there and caressed his anus and testicles. Now, he opened his legs wider and raised his pelvis a little to give her hand access to his penis.

"Oh my, Anne, you know just what to do. Let me turn over so you can do it right."

He turned over and her soft hands continued their magic on his privates until, at his urging, she dipped her head to put her mouth around the bell end of his royal lance. As she worked, his hands were busy untying the laces that held her bodice and bloomers. Soon, she was as bare as he was. With the understanding of mergers that dated back to the time they were teenagers, she climbed up on the bed and slowly settled her opening onto his waiting, rigid phallus. 

She began to rock back and forth in a slow, fluid movement that she knew would soon lure him into the land of rapture. As much as she wanted to please her lord and master, she was also aware that it heightened it for him when she had a climax too. Soon, she was conscious of the sense of urgency building deep within herself and could feel the same from him. Each movement of his manhood against her button brought her closer to the culmination of their union. Finally, there was no denying the feeling of exhilaration that was about to overtake her. She redoubled her efforts to cause her lover to feel as she did and knew she had succeeded when, with a whoop, he shoved his pelvis hard against her and she could feel royal seed being pumped deep into her vagina. Her release matched his in both timing and intensity. 




The Princess & Her Family



Slowly, she sagged down onto his chest, her soft breasts against his torso and her head on his shoulder. She waited for the tell tale snore that would tell her that her mission was finished and she was dismissed. When it came, she slowly dismounted and cleansed herself. Using more warm water she washed the shiny liquids from his limpid penis. Assured he was still asleep, she again took him between her lips. This time, it was a small, limp, piece of meat, not much bigger than his thumb. She nursed like a child would a breast, sucking and rolling it around in her mouth. Gradually, she could tell it was swelling but The King remained in a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he shoved his hips hard against her face and she again was the recipient of squirt after squirt of regal semen. He hadn't awakened but there was a smile of contentment on his face. Once more she knew her place in the royal household was as secure as it had been ever since she had born him his son, on the eve of his wedding some almost 19 years ago.

CHAPTER 4 AND THEN THE QUEEN…

"That no good son of a bitch is screwing every woman in the kingdom! He's probably with that whore, Anne, his cook. I wouldn't eat anything she made; it would probably have his cum spread all over it. He got me pregnant on our wedding day then I found out he was fucking Cook and had knocked up my cousin, Cecile. That was the last time I let him get between my legs. I hope he gets the pox and his cock shrivels up and rots off!" She softened a little and continued, "Besides, I like the way you make love to me."

Eric, her footman, raised his head from its customary place between her legs, her liquid glistening on his lips, "Yes Mum."

'Don't stop to talk! I can't cum if you don't keep eating my pussy and I need to get that done before you fuck me."

The Queen was also blond and blue eyed and although very tall, was far from slim. Her 5 foot 9 inch frame carried almost 200 lbs of womanhood. She was stronger than most men and had severely injured one of her servants when, in the throes of passion, she squeezed his head between her massive thighs.

"Oh, I think I am going to cum. Keep doing it like that. Oh yes now! Oh god, don't pull away."

The poor servant was in danger of suffocating but maintained his post and finally brought the old hen to orgasm. He was not really ready when she stuck her behind high in the air and said, "Ok, ram your pole up my ass, and be quick about it, I feel pretty good and don't want to lose this edge. What the hell is happening? Your cock isn't even hard. Get the hell out of here and send me someone with a good stiff prick."

Although The Queen maintained an entourage of some seven or eight young men, she had long since learned that they might not necessarily be ready when she was. To ensure a constant supply of what she needed, she also maintained a group of four or five maidens who had the job of keeping the young men "ready."

The Queen settled back on the divan and started fingering herself before she said, "Send in both Gretchen and Sigmund." She knew they liked each other and often enjoyed watching them have sex. 

Gretchen was a run-of-the-mill blond, blue-eyed, beauty, but Sigmund was an outsider. He was an enormous athlete, olive skinned with very dark eyes and massive amounts of black hair all over his body.

"There you are, the beauty and the beast! Come Sigmund, I need your rigid pole in my hole. You can help too, Gretchen. Let me taste your delicate nectar while your lover services me from behind."

Obediently, Gretchen pulled up the hem of her dress to expose her bare gash, already oozing liquid from Sigmund's earlier administrations. (Nobody in The Queen's party wore underclothes while traveling with her. One never knew when they would be called upon to render a service or perform a sexual deed.) She took a place on the sofa with The Queen kneeling between her legs. The old girls ass was high in the air.

Sigmund, the always-ready squire, approached her colossal mounds from the rear. "Pardon me mum, but where should I put it?"

"Oh shit, any where you like but hurry or I will lose the feeling. Oh no, maybe it would be better in my puss; I forgot how big you are."

So now there was a sexual daisy chain spread out on the divan. Gretchen with her legs wide open and The Queen's head between them, lapping at the sap seeping out of her, The Queen with her bottom high in the air and Sigmund, plugged as far into her as possible. Each person was grunting and groaning in cadence with the efforts they were expending or receiving. 

Swarthy Sigmund was sweating profusely as he rammed himself into the old monarch, time after time. Queen Olga grunted each time the tool was driven into her box and each thrust was transmitted to her tongue which was caressing Gretchen's pearl. Fifteen minutes into the ordeal, Gretchen had cum so many times that she was jerking and whimpering lethargically and Olga was rapidly nearing her second. Sigmund, with the perseverance of a horse, continued his attack on the regal ass, but his climax was within sight. Finally, with a mighty shove he emptied the juice of his commoner's loins deep into the royal pussy. Each pulse of his hot seed was like a tonic to the old girl and she was able to match him with her third orgasm of the morning.

Gretchen was staggering out of the bedchamber when The Queen called to her, "Send Hans in, he has a soft tongue and I need to be cleaned up." To Sigmund, "I see your brother, Vlad, has taken a position with Prince Igor. That must be pretty dull for someone that got as much pleasure from the ladies as he did."

"I really don't know mum, I saw him at the wedding yesterday but we didn't get a chance to talk."

"If you bump into him, ask him to drop by and see me. I may have a position for him. I see Hans is here. Thank you Sigmund, that will be all and close the door when you leave. Tell everybody else they are excused until this afternoon. Come Hans, I have a nice little job for you…"

EPILOGUE TEN MONTHS LATER

Less than one year after the wedding, Prince Igor choked to death on something or other. He was alone in his chambers with Vlad at the time. Fortunately, he left behind an heir to the throne of the combined kingdoms, a beautiful blue-eyed, blond, baby boy. There was a rumor that he must have been very generous with his seed because The Princess's lady in waiting, Celeste, produced a baby girl the same week and she was a spitting image of the new, baby prince. 

Queen Olga retired in seclusion to a far corner of the kingdom where it was whispered she gave birth a dark eyed, olive-skinned, bear-like child.

Although The King surrounded himself with a bevy of young maidens, Anne, the cook, continued to serve him. She took him his tea almost every day at four, shooed out the competition and usually stayed with him until early evening. She put on a little weight but was still a handsome woman. For a while, The King made frequent visits to The Queen's cousin, but as time passed, traveled less and less, preferring to stay at home in his own castle and well away from The Queen.

Jennifer, The Princess, and Celeste, her lady in waiting, became even closer friends, sharing everything. They established their own apartment in the castle and engaged a staff of strapping young men and beautiful women with Tom, the ex-stable boy, as Major Domo.

Vlad, the brother of Sigmund, found a position with The Queens cousin, Celeste's mother.

Gretchen and Sigmund left The Queen's employ and went on the road staging 'adult' shows. In just a few months they became so popular that they retired and bought a villa in the south from which Gretchen ran the most successful brothel in The Kingdom.

The King never did get the pox and nothing fell off.

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The Princess and her Knight



Hi, all. This is a bit cut from my November writing month submission, where I wrote 50K words in 30 days or less. The Princess has recovered from her curse and is working to restore her land, and while she does, she takes a single night to herself and her love. I tried to add some exposition so I hope it makes sense.

-E



Nathan and I scurried for the docks. I was grateful that we had evaded the guard, but we needed to be on our way. We had found the last piece of the artifact we were looking for, and this was what was going to, if not restore me to my kingdom, at least help me cleanse the evil out of it. The former I would have to do on my own. Someday. Eventually. Soon. 

I found that while I was anxious to get the job done, sometimes I thought it didn't matter how long it took, however, as long as Nathan and I were together. I had come to rely on him even more than I had when I was still a Princess and he my knight. 

But then, he had more than proved his worth, had my Sir Borridan, and many times over. He had kept the dream of Aldain when even I had given up hope. In his mind I would always be his Princess and he would always be my knight – he had never stopped serving me, and was my silent guardian and protector. More than that, he was the man I unconsciously leaned on and looked to for guidance, both moral and otherwise. 

Here we were, in the winter lands, evading the guards with the last piece of an artifact that I needed. The rich collector who owned it had refused to sell it or trade it or even consider such a thing. I had been surprised when Nathan himself had suggested we steal it, but then it was an artifact of a God, and I had been specifically instructed to recover it and gain this God's favor. 

As agreed upon, the explosion – our distraction - had taken place down at the better end of the docks, and we made it to the poorer end easily. There, our other companions had left a small sailboat tied up for us to take. With just the two of us, we could not make sail easily on a larger boat, and plus this one would be quiet. I didn't intend to go far from shore, anyway. 

We climbed in and made sail. Nathan had done some sailing in his time, and my family – the royal family - had had a yacht, so I had a little experience. Off we went. We didn't want to go far at night so we sailed out until we were well up the shore, and then lowered anchor to wait until morning. I slept first, wrapped in our blankets and cloaks, and then Nathan awoke me to get some sleep. 

In the morning we had a small breakfast of our stores and began to continue up the coast. All went well, however, around midday, the clouds began to darken.

"There wasn't supposed to be a storm," I said, looking at them anxiously. "I supposed we'd better head for shore."

"I agree." We made for shore, but the wind began to pick up, and then the rain came. And oh my, did it come. It started as a drizzle, then built up to proper rain, then went right to a downpour, combined with sleet. I knew Nathan would have preferred me inside the little hold area, but he didn't say anything because there was no way he would have been able to sail the little boat by itself. We fought desperately, trying to maintain control. There was no chance ever of making it to shore; we fought just to stay aloft.

All for naught. 

We sailed, hoping for the best, but it became dark, and we could hardly see our hands in front of our face. To our shock and horror, we realized we had no idea where we were.

Nathan was screaming something at me but I could hardly hear it, over the whipping of the winds and the rain. He pointed, and I looked, and saw what he was trying to tell me. The eddies had formed into a whirlpool, and we were already caught in the periphery.

We fought doubly now, trying to get out, but to no avail. We didn't even have a chance. I tried and tried, but suddenly, Nathan gripped me from behind. He pulled me against him and shouted right in my ear.

"The ship is going down!"

I looked at him, and then back at the water. Indeed, we were beginning that long, lazy spin that signified we were going down.

"We have to get in the hold, it's our only chance!"

"Won't we drown?"

"There's a chance! But less than getting flung off the boat!" And indeed, our spin was picking up speed.

He kept his arm around me and half-helped, half-carried me down into the hold, closing the door behind us. The boat was a good one and did not flood, and we huddled here, in each other's arms, feeling the boat spin. I began to feel nauseous, and barely managed to keep it down.

Faster and faster we went, and I suddenly lost my footing and went down with a scream. I hit my head. Everything went dark.

Consciousness came slowly. I shifted, and moaned – my body was sore and bruised all over. Obviously I had taken a thumping. I was warm, though, and very comfortable. 

I opened my eyes, not sure what to expect. I found I was still in the hold of the little ship, It was upright, but I could sense we were not moving – not even the little movements it would make when tethered up to a dock.

Across from me there had been a fire made in the little metal stove, and it was casting a warm glow all over the room. I shifted, and realized I was wrapped in blankets, and my wounds had been tended to. And I was naked.

I sat up, carefully, keeping the blankets wrapped around me. I called out. "Nathan?"

I heard a noise outside, and then the hold door was opened. Cold air blew in, and Nathan climbed in quickly. He was wrapped in his parka and scarves, and as he climbed down he closed the door behind him. He came right over to me. 

"Leila? How are you feeling?"

I looked at him, unsure. "Um. Other than being naked, I guess I'm fine."

He looked genuinely embarrassed and for a moment I caught a glimpse of the young man he might have once been. "I'm really sorry about that. Your clothes were soaked through and I didn't want you to catch cold. I didn't look, I promise."

I smiled. "It's all right, really. Thank you. So...we didn't drown?" 

"Seems not. I think we're on an island somewhere, I don't really know. After you hit your head, the boat sprang a leak and I was kept busy bailing, but eventually we washed up on this rock. The boat's no good, and there's no wood to fix it – I already went out to look."

"And you? Are you hurt?"

"Minor cuts and bruises. Let me look at that head of yours. I wrapped it already, but it really knocked the sense out of you."

He checked my head again, and I was very conscious of my bare shoulder, the blanket slowly slipping down it. His eyes never strayed though, of course. 

"You look all right. Are you hungry?"

I nodded, eagerly. "Starving."

"I made some stew with the supplies we had." He lifted a pot off the stove, and scooped some stew into a bowl. He also brought over a big chunk of bread. I took it, and ate it eagerly, struggling to keep the blankets wrapped around me while I ate. It was just average stew at best, but right now it was the best food I had ever tasted.

"Mm. Thank you. I feel so much better. Aren't you hungry?"

"I already ate. Do you want to get dressed?"

I nodded. "Then what?" 

"There's a path through the ice. I figured we could follow it and find where it leads."

"Fair enough. I'll be out in a moment, then."

"I hung your clothes in this room; they should be just about dry by now. I'll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything."

And he slipped back outside. I was loath to go out at the least but I knew we had to move on and try and figure out how to get off this island. I wrapped myself warmly and followed him out.

Indeed, we were on an icy island. Nathan had pitched a tent right outside the boat, and was squatting in the opening, keeping an eye out. Protecting me, as always. He stood when he saw me.

"Let me break camp, and then over there, by the ice wall, there's a deceptive entrance. You can't see it until you get right up to it."

"I'll help." Together we took down the tent and packed it away, in the boat for now, and packed what gear we could carry. 

"All right, I'm ready," I said, and Nathan nodded. "Let's go then." Hesitantly, I took his gloved hand in my own. He looked it at but said nothing and just gripped my hand, We walked toward the ice wall, together, and he found the entrance easily enough. It led to a small narrow path, that wound between cliffs. We began to follow it down. "I didn't go very far down it. I thought I had better keep an eye on you."

"Thank you."

"I'm hoping, though, that it opens up onto a clearing with at least a few trees, where we can collect some wood."

"Seriously. Do you know how to repair boats?"

"Not much. A little. And I am not sure where we are, either."

"Still, we have to try. I have the vase pieces with me, by the way."

He nodded. "Good."

We walked on, in silence. It was bitterly cold, but nothing attacked us on the way at least, and we just held hands as we went.

Soon the terrain began to become rougher and we soon realized we were ascending a slope. Sometimes we had to actually climb. It was hard in our furs, but we did so.

I became aware of something odd. I felt as though we were being drawn, but I didn't feel like it was a bad thing. Like something was calling me, with love and tenderness, and when Nathan suggested a break, I didn't want to stop.

"No, we should keep going. Don't you feel it?"

He shook his head. "No, feel what?"

"Like...a call. A song, maybe."

"I don't hear anything."

"Something wants us here."

"Is it dangerous?"

"I don't think so. Come on."

And we continued up.

By and by we came to a flat plateau, not huge, maybe about sixty feet wide, and we headed across it. When we came to the opposite side and looked down into a valley, we gasped.

Below us was a crystalline forest of utter beauty. Trees encased in ice, seeming to have been frozen in the full bloom of spring, boughs bent with their weight but not swaying, a river running through it, fully frozen. It was stunningly beautiful and yet very barren.

Just below us there was a path into the valley, iced over, but much easier than the path we had just trekked.

"Nathan, it's so beautiful."

"It is. I wonder what caused it?"

"Let's go find out." Holding his hand still, I began to make my way down the path. Occasionally my feet slipped, but Nathan's grip never wavered, and he caught me each time.

It was indeed much easier than coming up, and without much trouble, we reached the bottom.

We were in a glittering ice forest, and as I turned slowly, I pointed. "Nathan, look!" A little distance away there was a frozen deer, caught just in the act of raising its head. I went over and touched it with wonder – it looked so real and so lifelike, but it never moved.

Around another tree we found a badger, half poking out of its hole, and later, some squirrels, halfway up a tree. As you walked you could almost imagine them begin to chatter and run up the rest of the way up the tree.

We continued walking forward, hand in hand, seeing many other crystal animals, plants, trees. We soon came to the banks of the crystal river. I tried to walk on it, but it was much too slippery, and after nearly spilling three times, decided to walk on the bank again with Nathan.

We hardly talked; we were so entranced by the beauty of this silent forest. In the trees we even saw tiny birds, just frozen on the branches. We just followed the river instinctively.

Soon it began to open up into a clearing. In the center of it was a large ice tree, an oak, and in front of it was a pedestal.

"Be careful, Leila," said Nathan, as we came forward. But I felt no danger.

"I think it's safe here, Nathan."

I walked up to the pedestal and looked at it. On it was a series of drawings, and in the center, a round slot as if something belonged there. In the slot, standing improbably on end, was something I recognized immediately.

It was the last piece of my vase.

"Nathan! I told you we had been brought here. Look. Should I put the other pieces in?"

He was standing right by me now, hand on his sword hilt. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"I think so. I really do."

He hesitated, then nodded, once.

I withdrew the other pieces from my bag, and brought one forward. I turned it this way and that, pressing it against the other piece, until it suddenly snapped into place, and I do mean snapped. When I looked now I saw no hint of a seam. 

"I see. It was waiting for us." Quickly I applied all of the rest of the pieces, and each one snapped into place just so. I held up the last one. "Ready, Nathan?"

"I am."

I put the last piece into place, and it snapped home. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, there was a rumbling. I backed away from the pedestal, and Nathan pulled me behind him, drawing his sword.

The rumbling grew louder and louder, and suddenly there was a sound as though a thousand glasses were shattering at once. I screamed, and covered my ears, but it was already over, and above it all, I heard a high, tinkling, pleased laugh.

In front of us the oak began to shudder, and suddenly, I saw a splash of green – some of the leaves had broken out of their icy shell. More and more burst through, and it was almost like a wave of green spreading through the whole tree, then the trunk began to turn brown.

"Leila, look," said Nathan, and I looked where he was looking.

All around us the ice and glass was melting and shattering. Green was spreading, and even more so, growing. The grass began to grow up all around us, lush and vibrant, and I began to hear birds sing.

I reached out and put my hand on Nathan's sword arm, lowering it. I shook my head at him kindly, and he sheathed it. "We healed it, Nathan, it's coming back to life."

Off in the distance, we suddenly heard a roar. We both looked at each other.

"The river!" We said simultaneously. It was indeed the river, broken free of its bonds.

We heard that giggling laugh again, only it was much closer, and I turned back to the oak. To my utter shock, a small door opened at the bottom. Out stepped a young lady, and I was shocked to see she was completely naked. Oh, she wore a necklace, and some jewelry around her ankles and arms and on her hair was a lovely piece, seemingly made solely of vines and flowers, but beyond that she wore nothing.

I began to notice that it was indeed getting very warm here. I removed my hat and scarf, and smiled at the lady, who smiled back at me. She came forwards right to me, and to my embarrassment, put her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

She held me at arm's length, and spoke. "Welcome, daughter." Her voice was musical, maybe like some kind of birdsong, and it pleased me to hear it. Next to me I could even feel Nathan relax.

"I have been waiting for you a long time, child."

"I think I felt you, on the island."

She laughed again. "I have been waiting for you much longer than that. I have been waiting since your transformation. I have been hoping you would find the strength to combat the darkness that has fallen over your land, and it seems you have. Welcome to your other home, child."

I looked around. Now all was green and lush, and there was hardly a sign of that icy land. I opened my coat, feeling rather warm. "I'm sorry, I don't know where to begin. My home? You've been waiting for me? Who are you?"

She laughed, and raised her arms, and birds flew from all sides and landed on her arms. "I? Why, I am your goddess. You have been seeking me, have you not? I am the Lady Gaia, and I am the mother of all creation, and you accepted me as such when you brought the vase here."

"Lady Gaia?" I made to kneel. Lady Gaia was none other than the Earth Mother! 

She stopped me. "There is no need for a daughter to kneel before her mother, child."

"I am grateful, Lady Gaia...mother."

"So you accept me, child? Will you take me to your people? I will champion them, and I will cleanse the taint in your temple. It is He that I was brought to fight, anyway. He is shadow, and the end of all things, and my opposite."

"Of course I will accept you, Mother, if you will help me."

"Your companion is wary but even you feel safe here, do you not, my son?"

Nathan bowed. "Forgive me, Mother, but the safety of our Princess is paramount."

She regarded him. "Yes, it is, above all. Have you taken care of her properly, Sir Knight?"

"I believe I have done so to the best of my ability."

She simply smiled at him and arched her eyebrow. "You have taken care of her physically, shared her burdens with her, let her lean on you, yes. But what of her heart?"

He wouldn't glance at me, and looked straight into the Mother's eyes. "I am sorry, I'm not sure what you mean."

Gaia looked back at me, and smiled, a secret, womanly smile, and I smiled back. "Well. That is for the two of you to determine."

She grew serious. "You must return, and take my favor with you. This you must place on the altar in your temple which will heal. Getting there will be a chore, but I will send you someone who can help you."

"Very well, Mother, when do we begin?"

She smiled. "I cannot give you much, yet, to help you, I send you on a task, and you are ready to lift up sword and go immediately. You will be my champion. There are a couple of things we need to do, however. First, aren't you warm?"

"Very, Mother."

"Please, remove your warm things. It is warm here, the sun shines now, and all lives."

I did so, shucking my coat and my layers off. Underneath it all, I wore a simple dress. For the moment I just lay my things aside. And it was really warm, wonderfully warm.

"Now, my princess, there is one gift I can give you." She came forward and put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed my forehead. I felt a glow all through me. 

"Now. Take off your shoes." I did so, and stepped out of them. As I put my foot down, I was startled to see a brief bloom of flowers under my feet. I put the other one down, and the same thing happened to me.

"You are now my avatar, child."

I walked a few steps, and wherever I walked, there was that brief bloom of flowers under my feet, which remained growing. The grass was already lush and I was adding to it. I turned and looked at her questioningly.

"This particular effect will only take place in two places – here, and once you heal your temple, there. However, once the temple is in place again, you will have the power to make plants and trees bloom at the touch of your hand. You will use this to restore your land." She looked sad for a moment. "You will need it."

I bowed to her. "Thank you, Mother."

"Now. There is one more thing. You should be getting back. But I can grant you something you have not had for a long time – a single night's rest, with good food and care. I think you both need it. I will inform your friends you are safe and will return shortly, and they will wait for you." She turned and sang a single, high clear note, and suddenly, through the woods, we saw a building appear. 

"Go there, child. You will find everything you need to rest and recover for the journey ahead, your journey is still long." She embraced me again, kissed my forehead, and then turned and embraced Nathan as well, and kissed him on the forehead. I suppose I might have felt some jealousy, a beautiful naked woman kissing my knight, but I instinctively felt it was a motherly kiss. I gathered up my fallen things, and, taking Nathan's hand, I walked barefoot toward the house.

"That is a little odd," he muttered, softly, gesturing to my feet. I looked down, and it was still happening – flowers blooming under my feet.

"Are you ok with it?"

"Of course I am. Somehow I feel we've come to the right place, as you said, that she is kind and loves us."

We both looked back over her shoulders. She had seated herself on a mossy green chair that had somehow risen out of the ground, and was petting a deer. She glanced up at us and smiled.




The Princess and her Knight



"I agree with you. I feel she cares for us, as well. And I admit I could use a night's rest. We never stop, do we? I forget sometimes how hard I push you all."

"No harder than you push yourself."

We came up to the house then, and it was a large, white building. The doors were wide open, and we walked up the steps together and went inside.

Inside, it was opened right up to one large room, and I gasped. One whole side was a massive bed, laid out on the floor, with blankets and pillows heaped all over it – it looked incredibly comfortable. That was to my left. To my right there was a table, heaped over with more than enough food for both of us. Straight ahead was a large rectangular pool, smelling fresh and clean, with herbs floating on the top of it.

Off to the side was a tiny room, which upon closer observation turned out to be a small room just for changing and for other private ablations. It held an abundance of towels and robes, combs and brushes, lotions, and other things to pamper oneself.

The pool turned out to be actually two pools in one. Most of it was only about two feet deep, perfect for sitting in, but off to one side was a circular section that was more like five feet deep. It would be wonderful to stand in. I dipped a finger in and found that the water was actually quite hot – like a hotspring! 

"Where do we start, Leila?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's eat. Take off your warm things."

He obeyed; we washed our hands, and soon enough, sat down to eat. There was no meat anywhere on the table, but it was a delicious meal, with cheese, bread, nuts, berries, and sauces, all mixed together to form treats and soup and all kinds of foods. We were both very hungry and ate our fill.

After, we sat back. I smiled at Nathan. "I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to that pool of water."

"So am I. Do you want to go first...?"

I gave him a look. "What are you going to do, sit on the side and sulk? Come in with me."

He hesitated. "I don't have anything to wear."

"There are towels. Wrap one around yourself, you big dolt."

Nathan's eyes met mine and he seemed on the verge of saying something, but instead just nodded. "I admit, it sounds very nice. Very well. I'll be back."

He got up and went into the small changing room. It was only a few moments before he came out, a thick heavy towel wrapped around his waist, reaching his knees, and nothing else.

I couldn't help it; I stared. I had been wondering so long what he looked like under the shirt and here he was.

He was a large man – you couldn't tell, the way he dressed, but I could see it now. He was muscular and strong. His belly was very flat and cut nicely, and he had a light sprinkling of hair all over, leading down a trail into the towel. It was a little lighter on his chest than the hair on his head, almost golden colored. His shoulders were broad and wide, and his legs; powerful, as were his arms. I could just see the shelf of his hip bone, and the beginnings of the hollow that is so charming in a man at his upper thigh, hinting toward something lower. 

I think my mouth was open for he chuckled a bit. "See something green?" I blushed scarlet.

"Um. Just that you are very handsome, Nathan."

"Why thank you, my lady," he made an exaggerated bow.

"Yes, um, I'll go next."

I went into the little room and shut the door behind me, and leaned against it and took a deep breath. 

There were long towels for me, too, and I stripped down and then took one of the long towels and wrapped it around myself, covering myself from just under the shoulders to about mid-thigh. I put my hair up, took a deep breath, and came out.

Nathan was already sitting in the shallower part of the pool, with his back to me, and I took a moment to admire that long sloping back, and the strong shoulders. I walked over to the pool, and stepped in. It was indeed hot, and I yelped, and he laughed. 

"Go slow, I had to."

I eased myself into the water slowly, right next to him. The water felt wonderful and I swear every muscle groaned in relief.

When I could finally sit, I shifted right against him. I took his arm and put it around me, and leaned against his chest, pressing my cheek against his skin, feeling his heartbeat. He looked down in surprise. I closed my eyes.

"Leila?"

"Yes, Nathan?"

His arm came around me and held me tightly all of a sudden. "Nothing. Forget I said anything."

For a long time, we just sat there, letting the water warm us. 

As time passed, the water did not cool at all, and it felt just divine, I have to say. (Upon consideration I realized of course it was divine. How droll.) I was the first one to move. I slipped my hand over his chest, feeling the smooth, wet skin under my fingertips. Surprised by my own boldness, I ran my fingers across his nipple, feeling his body stiffen underneath me. I could feel his breath coming in short gasps, and suddenly I wanted him more than ever. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted his body against me, and I wanted him inside me.

I shifted my position, half turning to face him, and looked up into his face. He looked back at me, his eyes full of emotion, his lips slightly parted, and I reached up and kissed his mouth. No dry innocent kiss this time. I let my lips meet his, and let my tongue slide inside his mouth. I felt a jolt as our tongues touched, and my hands tightened on his shoulders. His arms came around me, and pulled me close suddenly, and he kissed me fiercely, gripping my body against his. 

He was the first one to break off the kiss, looking away. "Highness...." His voice trailed off, and I cupped his face and turned it toward me.

"Why did you stop?" I murmured.

"We can't do this. It's not right. You're promised to someone else."

"And if I wasn't promised to someone else? You still wouldn't? Don't you want to kiss me?"

He groaned. "It's not that. You're the princess, and I'm just a knight."

I lifted my body and seated myself boldly in his lap, and turned his face until his eyes met mine. They were shimmering with desire and frustrated want, and I felt myself go hot all over again.

"You're my knight, aren't you? Aren't you supposed to want what I want? Besides, none of that matters." I put my arms around him again and put my mouth close to his ear. 

"I want you, here and now. I want you to remind me I'm alive, Nathan, please. I've been lonely and scared for so long."

He turned and looked at me again, and I could see the last bit of restraint starting to slip. I knew what the other thing he was thinking about was, though.

"Nathan, I want to tell you a secret – a very closely guarded secret. Listen to me."

"Yes?"

I smiled shyly. "I know what you're worried about, at least one of the things. And Nathan..." I pressed my forehead against his and, looking right into those gray eyes I loved so much, gave him an impish smile. "I'm not a virgin," I whispered.

He could not have looked more stunned if I had slapped him. I took the time to shift again. I was still sitting in his lap, but I was now sitting facing him, with my legs on either side of his hips. I knew the towel was hiked up high enough that he could have seen my nude sex if I had leaned back just a little, but I didn't care. When I moved, I had felt that his cock was hard underneath me, under the towel, and that was all I wanted to know – he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

"You're not?!"

I smiled, and mischievously ran my hands up his chest, feeling both of us shiver. "I'm not. So where's the harm? And I am a girl who knows what she wants, and I want you."

"But...who? When?"

I looked at him archly. "I may be naïve, Nathan, but I know a woman doesn't speak of her sexual exploits with one man to another." But his face still looked serious, so I relented a little. "It was my violin teacher. It was before you showed up in my life, so you couldn't have stopped me even if you wanted to. That was the only man...though not the only time."

He was giving me a somewhat sour and amused look. "I guess I should have been assigned to you a long time ago."

I looked at him coyly. "If only you had, Nathan, I promise you I never would have slept with my violin teacher. Heavens! Not when there was a much better option right in front of me."

"What?" he said, but I had leaned forward and kissed his mouth again, and this time he kissed me back without hesitation. "The violin teacher. You are a most improper young lady," he murmured into my mouth in disbelief, and shook his head. "I'll show you."

His hands went up my body then, from my waist to my shoulders, running over them, touching them, into my hair, where he wrapped it around his fingers and pulled gently, enough to lean my head back. His hot mouth dropped to my throat and I felt his warm wet tongue trace down it. I moaned; I wanted him so badly. 

His knees came up and he leaned me gently against them, and tugged at my towel where it was tucked neatly. It came open without trouble, and I blushed as he laid it open, revealing my nude body to his hungry eyes.

"I always thought you were beautiful, Leila, but I had no idea." His hands tentatively came up, and touched my belly, my shoulders, before finally slipping down to my breasts. I watched him through half-lidded eyes as he cupped them, filling his hands with them, and suddenly he squeezed and I moaned.

I put my own hands over his. "And if I told you how long I've wanted you, Nathan..." I sat up again, keeping his hands on my breasts, and kissed him again and again. "Love me, Nathan, for a little while, make me forget where I am and what I've been through."

I shifted to my knees and dropped my hands to his towel, tugging it open, and letting it drop into the water. His cock sprang free, and I timidly dropped my hands to it. He was fully erect, and oh god I wanted it in me. I didn't hesitate any longer, but moved my wet sex over him and pressed him against me. I was tight – it had been a damn long time since I had had a man in me, but he was very hard and I was very wet, and he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed down.

I felt him enter me, and I cried out softly. "Nathan!" I said, and pushed myself further down onto him, working him into me, feeling him open me up, until his hips pressed against mine and he was fully engulfed in me.

He took me back in his arms, and his mouth met mine again, and as he kissed me, he began to work in and out of me. All I could think was I had finally gotten what I wanted years ago, Nathan's hard cock inside me, his arms around me, his large hands exploring my body, and his tongue in my mouth.

I felt him shift, and lift me in his arms, just enough for him to switch to his knees, and he laid me back in the water. He kept an arm around me, holding my head just above the water, and began to really fuck me, hard, and I felt years of pent-up passion in him as well. The water buoyed us both and I clung on for dear life as he pounded me, and without warning it all became too much for me and I cried out with my first orgasm. 

I knew he wouldn't last much longer either, not with the pace he was setting, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed up, grinding into him. He groaned, and suddenly I felt him lose all control, and spill into me. He thrust into me three or four more times, then, without ever losing his grip on me, sat back on his knees so I was in his lap again, and then stretched out his legs. He leaned against the side of the pool; I leaned in his arms, both of us sweaty and disheveled, but still so warm and cozy, his cock slowly slipping out of me.

I became aware of him kissing the top of my head, stroking my back. He chuckled. "That was fast and furious."

I looked up at him through my lashes. "I think we both wanted it very much."

"I admit, have been thinking about you for a long time, my sweet." A thrill went through me.

"I think I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you." He kissed me again, and then there was silence for a bit. He spoke again.

"What we just did was very, very wrong."

"I know it was."

"We didn't even use anything, my sweet. What happens if you're with child?"

I kissed his nose fondly. "It won't happen."

"Why not? Is there something I should know?"

I nodded. "Some time ago, when I changed back to human, I asked Hannah about it. She told me the halflings have ways – certain herbs you can take, that ensures it never happens. I asked her to make me up a batch."

"Why? Were you expecting this?" He arched an eyebrow. 

I shook my head. "Not quite." I hesitated. "But it's not pleasant, so I'll just say it quickly. Back in my human shape, I was afraid of being captured, or something worse happening to me –basically, rape. I thought about it at length, and decided that if it happened, I would go on and deal with it, but I wasn't going to bear someone's child."

He stroked my hair. "Poor thing. You've been through so much." He kissed me again, a long, loving kiss, and it was in that moment that I realized I loved this man, and had done so for a long time. I sat back and looked at him.

"What are you staring at this time?" he said, and I stroked his face.

"Nathan? What were to happen if I didn't marry Camden?"

He considered. "I don't know, what do you think would happen?"

"Do you think his father would withdraw his support?"

"Probably not. Duke van Stratton has always been superbly loyal."

"I don't need to tell him right away, either."

"Why? Do you have someone else in mind?"

I looked down. "There might be someone else, actually. Someone else I'd rather marry."

He looked at me and cocked his head. Realization dawned on his face. "Surely you don't mean..." I leaned forward and kissed him again. 

"Let's not talk about it now. Just love me, would you?"

He smiled again. "I can do that." He lifted me in his arms again, and stood up out of the pool. Standing me up next to the pool, he picked up one of the dry towels, and began to wipe me down.

"You really are very beautiful, my princess."

"And you handsome, my knight." I looked at him through my eyelashes, admiring the long, sloping, muscular legs, the broad chest, the cock that had so recently been in me, already erect again, ready to be in me again. 

He knelt by my legs and gently pushed them apart, and wiped between my legs. I could feel his semen seeping out of me, and I blushed out of both shyness and arousal. I wanted him again too. 

"Close your eyes, dearest." I did so, and I felt him kiss my mound, and then felt his hand slip between my legs. He rubbed against my slit, and then slowly began to work a finger inside. His thumb went to my clit, and began to stroke it, in long, gentle strokes.

"Guide me, Leila," I heard him whisper. "Tell me what you want." 

I put my hand over his, obediently, and moved his hand to the position I liked best, and encouraged him to stroke there. He did, rubbing the underside of my clit, making my knees weaken with the pleasure. His finger was now fully engulfed inside of me, and he slowly began to add a second one.

"Nathan..." I whispered, not sure what it was I was asking for, but I needn't have worried. He lifted my left leg over his shoulder, and shifted until he was directly underneath me. Then I felt his hot breath on my sex, and his sweet mouth gently kissed my clit, and I moaned.

I felt his tongue begin to explore my folds, and stroke my clit, and his fingers worked inside of me, grinding back and forth, until I began to move against him on my own. His other hand supported me, and it was a good thing, or I might have fallen in the pool.

I felt his other hand work around behind me, and a finger paused at the opening to my backside, as if asking permission. All I said was "please..." and he began to work a finger in there, too.

I was now moving against his wet mouth, as he finger-fucked me, loving me with his talented fingers and mouth and hands, and my own hands went to his hair, and curled in it, and I felt myself building. Nathan's face was pressed against my sex, and his tongue bathed me in warm wetness. The vision came to me, suddenly, of him riding his horse, those long legs pumping, and his back so straight and erect, and suddenly I realized again just who it was with his mouth on my clit and fingers in my ass and pussy, and I came, again, screaming his name.

He caught me as I began to fall, and pulled me down into his arms, and kissed my mouth. I tasted myself on his beard and skin, and I was immediately breathless with desire again. I couldn't get enough of this man, it seemed. 

"You are a very bad girl, Princess; seducing your own knight," He whispered, chuckling, into my ear.

"I never thought of it like that. As if a knight was all I wanted. All I thought of was you, Nathan," I responded, as he picked me up in his arms. 

He carried me to the bed and laid me amongst the pillows and the blankets, and cupped my chin. I pulled him down to me and kissed him again. 

"I always used to watch you, Nathan. I was attracted to you from the start. I think I wanted you and didn't know it. Nathan...I think I'm in love with you."

He looked down at me, concern on his face. "Leiliana?"

"I am, Nathan. I need to know if you could possibly feel the same."

He kissed me. "Leliana, my princess, I have long since committed my whole life to you. I would have given up anything for you. Don't you know; you've always had my heart?"

I looked at him with love in my eyes. "Do you mean it, Nathan?"

"Of course, dear heart. I love you."

Then that was that. I cupped his face. "Then I will not marry Camden. I want you to marry me, Nathan, and I will make you king."

"Me?" His face broke into a rueful smile. "You've gone insane. Are you sure?"

"I don't want to be the rest of my life without love, Nathan. I know that now, after all that I've been through. I want my life to be full of love, every moment of it, and I want our children to know how in love we are. I know this is backwards, but Sir Nathan Borridan, will you obey your future queen in this?"

He was looking at me, troubled. "There will be talk. The nobles will have things to say."

"I don't care. I need a working king, anyway. Camden doesn't know anything about it, and moreover, he doesn't know me. I'll persuade them or I'll hide it from them and run roughshod over them if I have to."

He looked into my eyes for a long moment, my knight's serious gray eyes seemingly looking into my very soul, examining me closely. Then, he smiled, and my heart nearly stopped at the love in that gaze. He kissed me again. 

"I am at my lady's service."

"Let me be at your service this time, Nathan."

"Hmm?"

I let my eyes flick down to his erect cock and back up to his face. I gave him my best doe-eyed look, and pushed him back, making him roll over, until he was on his back. I kissed his mouth, and then put my finger on his lips.

"If I told you something, Nathan, would you forever lord it over me?"

He laughed. "You're to be my queen. I think you can lord whatever you want over me."

"Except in the bedroom." I smiled at him. "I think you'll win, there."

"I might, at that. What is it that you wanted to tell me?"

I sat back, across his upper thighs, and let my gaze roam over his body. "I have wondered what you looked like naked a long, long time."

"Oh yes?"

"Oh, yes. I used to watch you when you were jousting, and then I'd go back and dream in my bed, thinking of you." I was running my hands over his chest now, sometimes letting him feel my nails, sometimes dipping into the dark mat of his pubic hair. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked blissfully content.

"Did you ever think of me that way, Nathan?" I bent down and kissed the tip of his erect penis, making him start a little.




The Princess and her Knight



"At this point, I am wondering if any answer is the right answer."

"Oh, I don't know." I wrapped my hand around his cock, still wet from being inside me and from the pool, and began to stroke him. "The right answer is of course, you always thought of me, but never did anything inappropriate."

He opened his eyes to look at me. "Then I guess I can't give you the right answer."

"Oh no?" I gave him an innocent look, still stroking him, slowly, and gently.

"You are a sly minx.."

"Is it because you didn't think of me, or because you never did anything inappropriate?"

He laughed. "How do I win that one? I certainly wasn't supposed to think of you in that manner."

I paused in my stroking. "Of course not. But tell the truth. Did you ever think of me like that, even for a moment, and wonder?"

He opened his eyes again. His face was serious and scolding, but I thought I saw a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. "You were just a girl...and prescribed to the dictums of formality...but I admit I found you very graceful and beautiful nonetheless. Other than that, if I had thought of you again, I probably would have thought you were far too young for me."

I laughed at him. "Oh, you're such a cradlerobber, you. Going with a girl ten years younger than you."

His eyes were closed again, as I stroked him. "More like eleven. Doesn't that bother you? That I'm practically an old man?"

"Old man? This doesn't make you seem like an old man." And with that I put my mouth over his cock. He groaned, and arched his back, sliding it more fully into my mouth, as I took it eagerly. 

He put his hand on the back of my head, and guided my head, at first gently. Then I felt him push my head, a little harder than I had anticipated, and suddenly he thrust upwards with his hips.

I gagged a little but managed to gain control of it again and angle my head just right. It was a good thing, for he hesitated only a moment to make sure I had it, and then began to work my head up and down on his shaft. I didn't mind. I loved him, and I wanted him to be happy, and I relaxed my neck and let him control my head.

He groaned when he felt me give control over to him, and gripped my head in both hands, and, with care but lustfully all the same, began to fuck my face in earnest.

No one had ever treated me like this. Certainly not my poor violinist lover, and I doubted Camden would have ever had the courage to do such a thing. And I loved feeling cock penetrate to the back of my throat, sometimes going just a little too far, filling my mouth as if I was a common tavern wench instead of his future queen.

It took him a little longer this time, but he was still as eager as a teenager. "Leila..." he moaned, and tried to get me to take my mouth off him. I refused, and buried him deep inside me again, and he couldn't take it anymore, and I felt him fill my mouth with his come. 

I had never done this before – the violinist certainly had not ever considered coming in my mouth, and I probably wouldn't have let him. But for Nathan...

I sat up, wiping my mouth. Not all of it had made it down my throat, and I smiled at him, and he pulled me down into his arms. I went to him eagerly to be petted. 

"You didn't have to do that." He murmured, stroking my hair, and tangling his fingers up in it. He kissed the top of my head.

"Was it all right?" I whispered and he smiled down at me.

"What makes you think it wasn't?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I've never done that before."

"Oh? And here I thought you were just so experienced."

I sensed he was teasing me, and I pouted. "I can't help it."

"Shh. You did wonderfully." And he lifted me to him and kissed my mouth. I kissed him back, and we lay in each other's arms for some time.

"Nathan."

"Yes, my love?" I caught my breath at the term of endearment.

"Say that again, please."

"Yes?" he smiled, and winked at me. "All right, don't get mad. " He kissed the back of my hand affectionately, and looking straight into my eyes, repeated, "My love?"

I tilted my head back and just took a deep breath. "I don't mean to sound maudlin but I was lonely for so long and hurting so badly I didn't even realize it, and I love hearing that. I could hear you say it a thousand times."

"Maybe I will, at that, if you are going to force me to marry you."

I sat up, looking down at him archly. "Force you? Well, I am the queen, or will be anyway. I can force someone else to marry me, and keep you as my lover, if you prefer?"

"The scandal!" He laughed at me. "The queen's paramour the head of her knights."

"Can you imagine? Everyone would talk. Camden would be humiliated."

He glanced at me sideways. "Is Camden the one you would marry?"

"I don't know, I just always assumed he would be my husband one day."

"Do you love him at all?"

"Heavens, no!"

"Hmm. Then why did you choose him, may I ask?"

I traced my fingers across his chest, blushing slightly as I noted marks from my own nails. I was lost for a moment in admiring my handsome knight, and he cleared his throat to get my attention.

"Is there some flaw you find in me, my lady, that you look so closely?"

"Not at all, Nathan. Sorry. I was just admiring your fine chin."

"My...chin?"

"Yes. Those noble boys, so many of them had no chin whatsoever. Um, why did I choose Camden. That is a difficult question, with a deceptively simple answer: I didn't."

"Hmm?"

"I knew I had to get married, and provide an heir to the kingdom, so I went to mother, and listed a number of noblemen I would be willing to marry, and asked her for her choice. So you see, she chose for me."

"The exigencies of rank."

"Exactly. Or so I thought. But...I have been through so much, Nathan, so much terror and shame and pain and darkness, I will never let anyone get in the way of first my kingdom's happiness, and secondly, my own."

I looked up into Nathan's eyes. "I love you, you know this, and have for a long time. But I also think you'd make a fine king. Why? Because like myself, you put Aldain before everything. Camden has his own business interests."

I sighed. "Ah well. How did we get into such a serious topic with only one night to our name?"

"It's my fault. Do forgive me."

"Absolutely not."

"Oh?"

I slipped into his arms again. "I'll only forgive you if you make me forget."

We made love off and on through the night, like teenagers. It was easy to forget the man in my arms was approaching forty, as he had as much or more stamina than I did. In between we lay in each other's arms and talked, or ate some of the things off the table, or went back into the water. I never wanted the night to end. Unfortunately, of course it had to.

Day dawned and I was sprawled across his body, eyes open, reflexively looking at the ceiling. He had finally fallen asleep about an hour ago, and I had been listening to his slow breathing and thinking about my future. And his, of course.

I stretched my body, and felt him stir underneath me. I rolled over and kissed both his eyelids. He opened those serious gray eyes and looked at me for a long moment, then hugged me tightly. "Is it morning?"

I nodded. "It is. And unfortunately we must get ready to go."

"Perhaps we'd better." But he held me for a moment longer before we both got out of bed. I stood, and winced.

"Are you all right?"

I looked at him through my lashes. "I'm sore." 

"I admit; I'm a little worn out myself."

I grinned at him. "You dog. I have so much sympathy for you. Come on, let's wash." I started towards the water but had barely made it two steps before he came up behind me and caught me up in his arms. He kissed me, hard, and our bodies intertwined before he lifted me in his arms.

"Come on, sweetheart." He carried me to the deeper pool, and lowered me into it. With a cloth and bath soaps, he washed me with his own hands, and then dried me on the sides, while I let him pamper me. It was almost like old times, except it certainly wouldn't have been a man doing this back then but one of my servant girls. He then dressed me from the skin out, pausing to kiss bits of skin before they were covered up, making me shiver.

He dressed himself after, while I packed up our gear, and soon enough, we were ready to go out again. Hand in hand, we walked back to the oak where we had seen Lady Gaia.

She was there again, waiting for us, sitting in the grass just like a girl. I had never even heard of a goddess that was so casual. She patted the grass next to her, and I came over and sat with her. She looked at me for a long moment, and then laughed, and I blushed scarlet.

"Nathan, my child, come sit next to us, as well," she said, patting the other side of her. She smiled at both of us. "I'm glad you had a wonderful night, my children. I hope there will be many more in the future."

"Now. I promised you some things. This is for you, my daughter," and so saying, she removed a bundle of flowers from her hair and put it into my hands. "When you return to the shrine, you must place this on the altar, once you defeat the guardians. They will not wither or diminish."

"Of course, Mother." I carefully put the flowers away in my pack.

"And this is for you, my son." She handed him a packet, carefully wrapped. "In this are seeds. These can be used for one of two things. One is to create further shrines, for I presume you would want to, in your other towns, daughter?"

I nodded, and she continued. 

"The other purpose I am not allowed to tell you, Nathan Borridan, but you will know when the time is right."

"And if I don't?" His voice was grave and serious, back to the Sir Knight I had always known.

"Then you shall not succeed. But fear not, I think you will know."

She stood, and we did also. "Now children. Let me bless you. Come to me." We each came to her, and she kissed us each on the forehead. "Do not be ashamed or embarrassed of the time you have shared. You are my children and here all is natural. I promised you a friend to help you, and he is here, waiting for you."

She turned, and waved a hand, and out of the woods stepped a person that was soon to be our very good ally.

He was tall and very slim indeed, almost lithe, with flowing golden hair and an innocent, sweet face. I realized he was elven, and as he came forward he moved with the lithe grace of their people.

I bowed, and he bowed in return. "Hello," he said cheerfully. "My name is Jordan. Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Leliana," I said, responding in kind to his casualness. "And this is Nathan." I bowed as well.

He continued, "I'm here to take you back to your friends, and I am also here to serve you for sometime. Mother says you need me."

"I thank you for that very much, but may I ask, how do you intend to take us back to our friends?"

"Oh." He looked around, and whistled shrilly. I heard an answering call – a griffon. And through the woods lumbered one of the massive birds.

Oh, but this was a special one, though. This was a gold griffon, with gold-colored feathers. Most of the commercial ones you saw were silver feathered. 

She ran right over to Jordan, and nuzzled him – you haven't seen anything until you've seen a slim elf being nuzzled, read knocked about, by a griffon - and then looked at us and squawked suspiciously. 

"Her name is Elizia. Elizia, these are our new friends." She came over to examine us, turning her head one way and then the other to look at us with both eyes. She was massive – think elephant sized. 

Finally she decided that we were acceptable, and gently squeezed my head with her beak. Her breath smelled...well, not bad actually. 

Jordan laughed. "Just push her off if she's a bother. Well? Are you ready to go?"

I turned back to Mother Gaia, who smiled and hugged me. "There is nothing to say, child. Be well, and conquer, and triumph. You have my blessings now and forever." She also hugged Nathan, and sent the two of us off. We climbed up on Elizia's back. There was a harness tied on to her, and Jordan helped us get into it. Nathan and I had both ridden on griffons before, but I had only done it maybe twice, so I was a little unfamiliar with it.

"All set back there? Everyone comfortable?" I nodded, and waved to Mother Gaia, and the griffon ran down some length of land before lifting off.

"It'll be cold again soon, hopefully you have some warm clothes."

I moved forward to sit near Jordan, squeezing Nathan's hand as I did so. "Do you often visit that island?"

He flashed a brief smile over his shoulder at me. "What island?"

"Huh?" I looked over the side of the griffon, and indeed, I saw nothing beneath me, just rolling waves and ocean. "Good heavens. Where did it go?"

"Mother just makes it appear when it needs to. So I'm told.. .I'm to take you to your friends. They're in the village of Aspen, just up the road, and they've been told you'll be back soon. They're well."

"Thank you for the news, Jordan. So – how did you end up here? Do you often do things for the Mother?"

He shook his head. "We elves are close to her but not that close. I had a dream, and so did Elizia, I think, that I had to fly here. Elizia was particularly anxious."

"Well, we certainly appreciate it. So...how long are you going to be with us?"

He turned and looked back at me, briefly. "Until you regain your kingdom, your majesty, and reestablish the shrine of Gaia."

"Uh. Really? For that long?"

"Yes. I may not be available to you all the time or at all missions, but as much as possible, you have Elizia and myself."

Silence for a moment, then he turned again and smiled at me kindly. "I know, it's a lot to take in. Listen, Elizia knows the route, so why don't you curl up and get some sleep? You'll feel better after a few hour's rest, and both of you look a little tired. We have plenty of time to talk about it."

"Are you sure you'll be all right?"

He nodded. "Please."

I went back to Nathan, and looked up at him. "He says he's going to stay until I am Princess again."

"I know. I heard him. Are you ok with that?"

I nodded. "I am. We shall have to find some way of rewarding him when we succeed." I moved up against him, and he shook out a blanket and wrapped it around both of us, and he held me close in his arms. I leaned against him, feeling his warm body, and wishing we could go back to the room and go back to making love. For I still didn't feel I had enough of him.

"What are you thinking about, love?"

I smiled to myself. "Just thinking of what Hannah and the others are going to say when they see us. Do you think they'll know?"

He shrugged. "Can you hide it?"

"From Hannah? No way."

"Then I guess they will. Does it bother you? They'll talk no matter what. It always happens in small groups like this."

I thought about it for a moment. "No, I don't think it will bother me. You?"

He kissed the top of my head. "I only worry about you, Leila. Whatever works for you works for me."

"I'm a little nervous."

"It'll be all right. Now try and get some sleep.

"Ok." And indeed, I curled up and fell asleep. No doubt about it, I was indeed very tired. 



The Princess and Her Majesty



My first submission! A story inspired by and written for a... special, special someone. It involves Daddy Dom/little play, a bit of heavier bondage, and other such stuff... so if that's not your thing, feel free to look the other way. Otherwise, enjoy~

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"Rise and shine, lil' bit; Daddy brought you something." 

She stirred slowly at first, then was upright almost a microsecond later. She was always a heavier sleeper, which I allowed because it was cute. But then she began to realize when Daddy spoke it was best to wake up as soon as possible... something very "yummy" or very "owwie" was going to happen when that happened. Sometimes (usually) both, but that is another story. She rubbed sleep and dream-dust from one eye with her hand while the other clung tightly to her favorite stuffie in case she needed its encouragement for later. The eye she wasn't rubbing looked up at me expectantly, all full of questions and a bit of that childish wonder I'd come to expect and enjoy. She was such an innocent, harmless, sweet-looking thing. You'd never expect she was such a lust-driven cunt under all that princess. 

Unless you were looking for it. And I always looked for it. 

"Got you a new toy..." I explained, petting her head gently with a smile on my face. "It's down in the basement. Let's get you dressed and let Daddy show you what he got you, hmm?" 

She nodded, a bit confused still but lacking the wherewithal or the requisite vim to question. Setting her little stuffie to the side, she stood gingerly on legs she didn't quite trust after last night, then raised her arms so her nightgown could be removed. 

"Good girl," I said softly, giving her a little kiss on the forehead before slipping the slip off and over. She stood before me in nothing but her little princess panties, managing a sleepy little half-smile and, more impressively, managing to not cover her ample bosom - obedience to her new station overriding older lessons of 'modesty'. I found myself in familiar territory at that intersection where marveling at how adorable she was met simultaneously with the inexorable urge to pin her down, squeeze the air from her throat, and use her mouth like a fleshlight... but I restrained myself for now. There would be time for that after her present. I got her into one of her favorite 'little' dresses, not giving her the option of a bra, then moved her along towards the door with a little swat on the bum. She giggled, gave a little twirl for me in her pretty polka-dot dress, then headed along with me down the stairs. I could tell she was curious about what her gift was, but she knew I wouldn't spoil the surprise. So she reached for my hand with a hopeful little look on her face, leaned into my shoulder when I let her take it, and smiled as she followed me down into the basement. 

I think when I told my little princess I'd gotten her a toy, she expected an actual "toy" - I'd taken all of her 'big girl' toys away, and instructed her she was not to cum for about 70 hours now. Knowing how ravenous she was, I expected she was probably aching to cum and was envisioing something along the lines of a good hour or so with a Hitachi between her thighs so she could wash away her knowledge of the English language in a flood of her own juices until her words were reduced to "Daddy", "please", an assortment of swear-words, and "thank you". She was close... but not quite right. I had something else in mind... something that she might not have considered me capable of. 

Her new toy had, in addition to other nifty little features, a pulse. 

This toy in particular wasn't one I'd discovered myself; it had come to me. It was a friend of friend, a submissive-minded male, and a 'fan' of what he'd seen and heard princess was capable of doing to its kind. It'd sought me out, begged me for an audience with her... and it occurred to me I'd not indulged my little girl's sadist nature in quite some time. I'd acquiesced to the toy's requests after some thought, and shortly after I'd begun her edging regimen, I'd brought the toy to the basement while she'd slept and began preparing it for her as her reward once she saw it through to the end. It occurred to me, I explained as she marveled at the toy's chastity belt and tied-off testes, that I'd not once anticipated what I'd do to it if she'd failed or disappointed me. I'd gone into this enterprise with a presumption of her obedience. 

She looked both stunned and proud, then stared at how Daddy had prepared her gift - already tied up on its back, blindfolded, and gagged, and of course in agony already from being denied as long as she had. I'd left it down here with erotic audio playing on repeat, enough to make its desperate inferior sex organs strain their restraints as it thrashed about for release. It may have even cried. So now, it was swollen and ripe for my little princess. Her giddiness was palpable in her every motion and the creeping grin across her face, and when she saw me affix a strap-on across the mouth of her new plaything she couldn't suppress a slight squeal of joy. She skipped across the room to me, gripped my hand in both of hers, and kissed the back of my knuckles before looking up at me with such wonder and delight and malice it warmed the dark pit where my heart allegedly was. 

"May I play with it now, Daddy?" she asked in a sweet, sweet little voice. "Pretty please?" 

"Not yet, sweets..." I responded, kneeling over the toy with a smirk of my own. I removed its blindfold, allowing it to see the spire of synthetic cock jutting from its face like the Eiffel Tower. It blinked and squirmed about a bit in its restraints, then looked at myself then at my princess in confusion. 

"I did say you would pleasure my princess with your mouth..." I said to it slowly, gripping it by the hair and yanking it up a bit. "I never said I'd let your pathetic lips or tongue anywhere near her. Did you honestly, somewhere in that thick little skull, believe I'd be that merciful to the likes of you?" My spit collided with its face, and it let out a slight groan of discomfort and understandable beta-male frustration. "You're unworthy of touching my precious little whore. You're a goddamn toy, understand? You're here for her to use until she's bored of you, or until she breaks you, whichever comes first. And should either occur, little Ken-doll..." I slapped it, hard, then dragged its face closer to mine to make sure it knew I was quite deadly serious. "I will discard you like the condom your father should've used the night you were conceived. Now, are we clear?" It nodded, as best it could - yanking it up the way I did put pressure on the ropes around its neck, and moving its head made things much worse. 

Good. 

I stepped back from it, looked at my little girl, and lightly stroked her hair. "I think it's warmed up now..." I whispered to her, rubbing her under her chin a bit as I continued speaking. "Have fun, princess ." 

I turned on the sound system, playing a bit of Marilyn Manson for ambiance. It gave my sweet little princess something to dance to, and set the mood quite nicely as she began to serpentine her body towards her toy while Sweet Dreams blared in surround-sound quality. I could tell by the gleam in her eyes as she approached him and began to slide her dress up sensually that princess has been exchanged for her more dominant persona, whom I'd affectionately dubbed "Her Highness". 

I'd almost felt sorry for it. But now... well, it'd been so long since I'd seen Her Highness at work. It was exciting to say the least. 

"You should show a bit more gratitude, Ken-doll..." she teased, stepping over to it and placing one of her dainty bare feet onto the fucktoy's neck. "Daddy doesn't like to share me. This is the closest He's let another man come to me... especially betas like you." The grin on her face began to spread as she pressed down harder, watching the silly little doll begin to struggle for breath. "He's very possessive... but then, you can't blame Him, can you?" She stood over it and slapped her own ass, giggling as she let it see up her skirt and even knelt a bit to give a better view. "Daddy gets all of me, all to Himself... whenever He wants..." she twirled a bit in her dress, making sure to stomp the damn toy's chest as she did before leaning down to wiggle her breasts in his face. "Now, doesn't that sound like a dream come true, little dolly?" It nodded vigorously, the dildo on its face flopping along like something out of a cartoon. 

Her Highness giggled happily, then gripped it under her chin. "That was rhetorical, silly. I know you'd do anything to fuck me. If that puny thing you call a cock wasn't so secured, it would probably be getting all hard just thinking about the idea of maybe touching me one day... Mmm, if it weren't so sad, it'd be kinda cute." she slipped one of her breasts from her dress and began to knead it in her palm slowly yet roughly, imitating the method I used on her as best she could from memory. "I bet if I took these litte restraints off and rubbed this mini-cock juuuuust a little bit..." she paused, stepping hard on the forced-chaste toy's bound shaft and getting an obvious thrill from its pain, "Mmm... I bet you'd cum all over my toes in seconds." 

Watching Her Highness working on this little toy was better than I'd remembered. Baby girl was more than good: she was an artisan. She was meticulous and exact... Every motion, every step, every word even was so concise and perfectly executed that if I weren't such a heartless bastard, I might have actually felt bad for the poor little Ken-doll. She had the poor thing shivering, all whimpers and desperation as it struggled away hopelessly for some sort of relief. When she asked it if it thought she was pretty, and it eagerly nodded in the affirmative, she smiled, said "That's what I thought," and then straddled over it and rode the toy in its mouth reverse cowgirl so as not to allow the pathetic toy to see her face. 

The level of pride I felt watching that assured me that I am indeed a sick fuck, perhaps even sicker than I realize at times. 

I sat back and watched as she rode her toy, occasionally mocking and slapping around its bound up cock or reaching behind her to slap it's face and order it to move it's head and fuck her better with the mounted dildo. It strained against the ropes, eagerly choking itself to give her pleasure. Quite the spectacle. But soon enough, I got up from my chair. There's only so long I could hear her moans of pleasure, after all, and remain a bystander; partially because it was important to remind my little girl of her place when she got all juiced up like this. Besides that, I may be working on parts of my personality but there is one thing I've yet to get over: I don't always play well with others. 

She looked to me in the midst of tormenting the doll's left nut and smiled up at me, body glistening with sweat as she continued to ride her toy. "Daddy ~" she cooed out sweetly, Her Highness receding into the depths of her psyche and my little princess reappearing, "Thank you, Daddy. I likes this toy a lot!" 

"You're quite welcome, little girl..." I said, one hand idly stroking myself through my shorts while the other petted her head. "You look so pretty riding that thing... You've been such a good little slut for me, haven't you sweets?" 

She nodded enthusiastically, moving her head to nibble and suckle at my index and middle fingers a bit before I pulled my hand away. "I'm Daddy's good little slut..." she groaned out, rubbing her lips with her own fingers. "I'm such a fuckin' whore for you, Daddy. So please... Please, Daddy..!" 

The poor toy whimpered softly beneath her. It was as good as a real toy at this point - perfect. 

"Please what, pretty little princess? Use your words..." 

"Please, Daddy, let me cum on this toy! Please, please, please..." 

I didn't need to respond with words; I simply gave her a simple sign by pulling my hardened cock free and placing it to her lips. She knew one condition under which she was allowed orgasm almost always was with Daddy's cock in her mouth. She kissed the head lovingly and looked up at me with something like adoration. 

"Thank you, Daddy." 

She said it like a prayer, then opened herself to me. And like a good girl, she waited oh so patiently until I began slow-fucking her face to touch her clit and ride the toy a bit faster. I encouraged her often, but still pulled her hair and gagged her on my cock and reminded her she was a fuckhole. She needed Daddy to make it hurt. And make it hurt I did. 

I let my princess cum twice on the toy's face, her juices dipping down the dildo as she continued to eagerly slurp and suckle my shaft until she was rewarded with a thick heavy load across her face. She thanked me quite vigorously, then stood up with caution as she'd cum rather hard after all the edging and denial. She looked so pretty while shaking like that, I decided to take my phone and add a few pictures of her to our "private" collection. She grinned and posed for the camera a bit, one hand between her thighs as the other slid some of the cum I'd painted her face with to her lips so she could enjoy being Daddy's little cam-cunt again. She asked for permission to cum again and take pictures for daddy of her on her toy... And I wasn't inclined to say no. The toy whined in agony as we began our little photo shoot, my little darling nursing my cock back to full alert while fucking herself eagerly on the plastic shaft and looking up at me with such an adorable combination of sweetness and sluttiness I soon tired of just her throat and yanking her off the toy with a snarl and putting her on all fours with her dripping slit right in eye level range of the hapless doll. 

"Torture it while I destroy you, little fuckdoll..." I ordered her with a slap to her ass, and she agreed with a moan and a little wiggle. It was difficult, I imagine, to play the ruthless role of "Her Highness" while being Daddy's good little cock sleeve... But she did beautifully. I gripped her hair and throat as I hammered her ravenous snatched with bestial fury, and she thanked me repeatedly (when I allowed her to breathe, that is). I made sure to make her announce to her Ken-doll when Daddy made her cum, and went out of my way to give her 3 in a row, lips and tongue and fingers involved until her nectar coated the toy's face perfectly. She squealed so pretty when I began licking her clit from behind: she knew this meant she was a very, very good girl, and thus thanked me rather vocally and repeatedly with each orgasm. When I was satisfied the toy got the message, I fucked her cunt again and rubbed her clit. Words were getting harder to come by, but she managed a "Daddy... Please..." until I yanked her hair and demanded she speak up and use her words. 

"Cum in me, Daddy..." she begged, whimpers and whines the best she could do at this point. "Please... Make the stupid doll watch Your precious cum pour in Your little fuckin' slut..." 

How could I possibly say no to that? 

Her juices mixed with mine and drained onto her plaything, which of course made us both laugh a bit, then I told her to go upstairs and get cleaned up to start her day. She thanked me a bit more, licked my shaft clean, and skipped back upstairs with a grin. It wasn't until she was done that I cut the toy free, tossed it a rag to clean it's face, and ordered it to be dressed and gone in 10 minutes. "If she asks for you again, I'll let you know," I told it, leaving the key to the chastity belt on the floor next to it. "I'll send you some pictures of your degradation to jack and weep to, for your time. Now, get the fuck outta here." 

I headed up the stairs myself, humming a bit as I did. Quite the way to start my Monday morning off. Maybe Tuesday I'd come up with something even more fun. For now though... It was time to get some sleep. Princess would be tired but soon she'd be wiggles and pleading again. I'd need to be ready for that.



The Princess and I



Her limbs were twisted under the sheets. Her lips parted as a soft sigh left a whispering mist over the cold night air. Her head turned slightly as a moan escaped from her throat which had echoed in the small room. Her legs parted while her fingers grabbed the coverlet as her hips lifted. 

The heavy coverlet shifted down and her other hand had sneaked up to caress her young breast with nipples budding hard through her thin chemise. Her cheeks pinked with deep flush as she moaned aloud and then gasped. Her eyes snapped opened and sleepily she closed her eyes as waves of pleasure singed her nerves and she groaned as her body shivered in delight. Her eyes drifted down and saw her legs were wide and her hips lifted over a hard silhouette under the sheets.

She felt her body creamed more as warm flesh moved over over her heated flesh carrying wet heat trailing over her flesh and her ear picked at the sound of suckling muffled by the sheet. She whimpered as the warmth breath stroke the sensitized flesh and small bites stung her pleasurably and then something sneaked up underneath her chemise and found her pebbled breast and rubbed and milked her sensuously. The feelings were too much for her. More of her cream coated her skin and the head between her legs lapped at them greedily as the wicked tongue continued to torment her and then it stopped and left her breathless with sweet agony. Two fingers were now probing the nether hole and enter her with such slowness that she could feel herself wet even more. Then the figure turn her to her stomach and she waited as the man unbuttoned her chemise and kissed her bare creamy shoulder. Her skirt was lifted up and his hand spread her buttocks open and she moaned at the felt of a hardened flesh probed her nether opening and she braced herself.

The sound of rapid knocks on the heavy door woke Princess Anya from her dream and she groaned as the sound of the doors unlocking made her sat up straight and glared at the morning handmaidens who had come carrying several newly ironed gowns, a breakfast tray and hot water for her bath. She waited for them to make the chamber welcoming for the early traces of dawn and she watched them like a hawk until they left the chamber. As soon as the door closed, she heard the lock being placed and she slumped back to her bed with a groan.

Clever of her parents to held her like a prisoner of war so that she could not attempt to run away again from the horrid arranged wedding in the next two days. Her people were already in the hype of welcoming the groom from a country that was at the edge of her own. 

Unfortunately, she had dreaded that fact ever since she remembered the time she was being forced to make friend with a very terrible boy prince who had teased her mercilessly about everything about her and how she had cried and try to hit him for saying bad words until they got into a very huge fight until the kings had them both of carted away from each other. In the end, her parents had her punished by locking her in a room for trying to bite the fingers off of the kid who was to be her future husband.

The fact had even the most unpleasant forthcoming when she had attempt to countless arguments about her marriage in which had range from a yelling charade to actual rebellion by refusing to act like a lady and taking up horse riding and sword fighting and ten years later, her parents was at their their ends by keeping her locked away until her impending marriage. 

***

"You are a princess, Anya. Behave like one for God's sakes!" Her father roared until the great hall echoed and the servants instinctively cower in fear except for the woman in a boy's garb who was gripping tightly on the hilt of the short sword at her side while keeping her posture regal even when facing an angry monarch who was panting hard as if in pain.

"Calm down before you cause yourself another attack." The queen at his right went to her husband's side as if to calm him with her presence but turn to her daughter with a kindly gesture, "Young lady, you should listen to your father."

Anya gasped in disbelief. "Mother! He's forcing me to marry someone I've known within seconds to want to kill."

"That was only one time, my child. First impression those ten years ago could not mean anything." Her mother shook her head daintily as she sat on the smaller chair that complement her as a queen while the king look at his daughter in another bouts of disapproval. "Prince Alexei is a great King better than even his father. And you will marry him as promised!"Her father words caused a backlash as his daughter snorted and cursed under her breath which was unfortunately in the hearing range of her parents who erupted into another bouts of disapproval.

"Well, I'm sorry!" Anya huffed to silence her parents. "But it's not just because he's a good king, by default, he is a good husband and the concept is positively medieval!"

"Bah!" Her father sat back on his seat and rubbed his temple. "I shouldn't had brought these two to meet together early."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have agreed to a betrothal at the first place," Anya muttered as she crossed her arms in defence.

Her mother was now quite worried with her father's tired frame and stood at his side and now look at her sternly. "Anya, go to your room."

"Mother!"

"Give your father a peace of mind. Your wedding is still coming in the next eight days whether you like it or not. And dress yourself to resemble a woman." 

With that, Anya gasped and stalked toward the great door in anger. Even as the servants were eyeing her every steps, her mind was racing to find a solution to this benevolent fate. But her eyes caught a glimpsed of delivery cart down at the side of the labyrinth garden to the kitchen at the other wing of the castle. And an idea came into her with a grin.

***

Later that evening, when the horse cart carrying several baskets of old food went out of the boundary of the castle into the villager's town, Princess Anya gripped her knack sack with her as she waited for the cart to pass by the thickest of the night crowd, she slipped out of the moving cart and kept her cloak hiding her face as she went through the crowd celebrating the incoming wedding (which she was adamantly trying to escape from) and saw the huge master of horse's stable and buy herself a strong horse. 

"But the night is coming, my lord. It's dangerous in the woods!" The young boy counts the coins in his hand as she checked the horse for any hidden injury and anything that hinder her from her journey. "Couldn't you wait for the next morn' to come?"

"I haven't got time," Anya lifted herself on the horse and leaned to take the reign but the stable boy caught a glimpse of her face and with a gasp he accidently let go of the silver coins in his grasp. Seeing that he had seen her face, Anya flicked a gold coin to his way to silence him and immediately send the horse into a steady gallop to the main drawbridge at the edge of the town before her father's men could sniff out her latest escapade.

***

Leon was lounging against the warm side of his horse and the fire he had made at his side. Looking up to the sky musing in his own world as he felt in tuned with the nature around him. Even as the night grew later, he was kept awake by an impending restlessness that waits by the end of his destination. As his eyes began to grow drowsy, a splash of something caught his ears and his head swivel to the lake he had purposely set his camp nearby. Curiosity clawed into his conscience as his instinct kept nudging to the direction of the lake. He wonders if he had luck to find an animal to roast that night or another set of stale bread and cheese.

Soon his footsteps carried himself to the edge and then he kept himself hidden as he saw a lithe form of a goddess streaked through the waters as if she was a water creature herself. Her skin glistened as the moonlight cast a glow on the water droplets making her appear even more ethereal by every second. She stopped in the middle of the lake to float freely before sinking and diving toward the clearing where she had kept her clothing which was conveniently, where he had hidden behind the tall shades of the heavy greens that had grown at the side of the lake.

With her back toward him, the beauty had tried to comb her wet hair with her fingers and then reached down to pick her dry tunic and then all the time Leon devoured the naked goddess rear as she bend down to reach for another item at the ground. His mouth watered as her wet breasts jiggled as she sort through her sack and her thigh were slightly widened to reveal the shadow between her legs. His hardened cock almost burst through his trousers as she bend down to her knee and seem to be whispering something as her hand was searching something in her sack. The sight was all that broke him as in second he was on top of her and trying to disarm her as she fight under him to reach the sword she had kept nearby.

"Unhand me!" She hissed as her body was pinned down to the ground and her arms were crossed to her front and was gripped by a strong hand and the one behind her was chuckling as he kept her pinned still.

"Hmm... should have known better than to be naked and alone in the forest, woman." He inhaled her scent and licked her neck as he listened to her harboured breathing. "This forest is crawling with most of the land's dreadful beasts. Surely, you are not that stupid enough to be such a delicious morsel for those hungry beasts." With his free hand he sneaked between her buttock and she cried out when he found her cunt. "Ah... a fresh pussy." His finger explored her even more fully and tried to finger her but he hesitate as he found her tight against his single finger. All the while of his exploring, she was cursing as violently as she was trashing until she realized that it was futile as he had dominant her so thoroughly,

"Virgin." He whispers against her ears with a hint of a growl of satisfaction and she gasped when he began fingering her clit until she flushed as she felt desire began to burn as he build them with a skilful hand. "My, my... aren't I lucky."

Then without warning he pulled himself off her but kept her face down while he licked his wet fingers with a smacked and undoing his belt. Then he turned her around to bind her hands and effectively silenced her attack with her feet as he inspects his finding. And pleased with what he's found. Anya nearly bites her tongue to control her verbal lashing to the man who was staring at her so lustfully. But her reaction to him was even shocking, his eyes were sparkling gray and now was narrowed into heated gaze which made her feeling butterflies between her legs, His face was like from a carve marble statue of ancient warlocks even his broad shoulder bespoke of his display of masculine arrogance. By successfully putting her in such submissive way, her inside was screaming to slaughter him as he inspects her body with more appreciative eye.

"What's your name woman?"

She glared at him with murder in her eyes and kept her mouth firmly shut. With a laugh, he grabbed her sack and tied the edge of the string to her leg as he lifted her as if she weights nothing and carried her to the camp. 

***

With both of her wrist were bound to a heavy branch on the ground, she was spread naked on a blanket as the man had stroke the fire even more brightly. She should feel cold but the horses that were on both of her side were keeping her warm as the man by the fire began to undress to his leather trouser. She gulped at the hard tattooed muscle on his back and when he turned to watch her watching him, he smiled as he began to unfasten his breeches. Her eyes began to grow even wider when she caught the sight of an erect cock and she began to struggle at her binding as he shed the last of his clothing and strode toward her. "Never seen a cock before? Well, you shouldn't have shouted obscenities when you didn't have one inside of you yet."

Her mind was in turbulence as he knelt and sat between of her thigh and grasped her both of her breasts in his palm. "Yes, these puppies are made for sucking." She whimpered as he kneads her breast slowly and then traced her flat stomach and down to the downy dark curls between her legs and he spread her wide open.

"What are you going to do with me?"

With a smirk, he bends down and began to assault her virgin pussy with his tongue. She screamed as he suckled her clit until she creamed and he bend down enough to suck and tongue her tight hole. The intense shock combined with her fear and anticipation heightened the pleasure he had forced onto her and made her scream out her climax as the man thrust his tongue against her entrance. When he finally lifted his face from his feast, she was already arching her back and her eyes were rolled back to her skull and her mouth were wide open gasping for more air.

"Your name, little one."

With a small peek and a confused facade, she whispered her name and then he laughed out loud.

"Well, have I done something to the Gods to receive a virgin princess in this side of the world? Well, not much of a virgin when I'm done with you." He growled as he shifted his cock to rub against her pussy and she moaned even as she was crying in her humiliation as her leg was wide open and he lifted his hip high enough that his blood engorged thick cock was waiting to claim her virginity.

"Please don't, my lord. You won't fit. Oh please..." She whispers as the man lowered himself and entered her slowly.

She gasped when his cock began sank into her and then she cried fully when he penetrated halfway and caught her scream with his kiss when he sank fully into her. Heaven was all he could think off when he was inside of her. He could stay longer if it hadn't for his innate desire to stroke her with his cock. But he waited and sensed that she began to feel less tense as he rubbed her clit rhythmically until she moaned. 

He lifted his head and caught her chin and both of them stared into each other as he began to fuck her slowly.

"Finally, a virgin princess no more." He growled with satisfaction as she moaned when he began to suckle her breast and doing more wicked things to her body that she had felt her resistance were slowly dissipates as he claim her thoroughly. Through the night, he had untied her and had taken consideration of her first time with his full attention with wildest imagination as he could think off.

***

Anya woke up feeling slight sore (as Leon had been so considerate and put a balm to the pussy he had claimed so thoroughly) but she was extremely content with everything. Warm rays of sunlight had bathed her naked skin and she never had felt at peace than the feeling of soaking the Mother Nature at its zenith. A steady rhythm of a heart beat echoed into her subconscious until she realize she was pillowing against a broad shoulder and that one of her breast was cupped by a strong hand and another had laid between her thigh. Never had she blushed and felt being a woman as strongly at this moment by the hand of a man. "Good Morning," a roughened sound came from the top of her head and immediately she flushed in bashfulness as he rubbed her nipple with the pad of his fingers and he groaned as he felt her wetness between her thighs.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." He whispered when he saw the hint of pink cheeks before she duck her head from his gaze. "Ah! My lusty princess!" He lifted her so that she lay on top of him with her head under his chin. "Now, what should we do with the girl whose going to be married within four days?" With a shock she almost clipped his head when she looked at him fearfully. He laid a hand on her cheek and rubbed her lovingly that she ached for more. "Please, don't take me back," She whispers softly against his caressing fingers. His cock was already wide awake for her administration as she lowered her pussy to his cock. Exactly the way he had teaches her the night before. "Keep me, use me. All of me for you."

She began to plead as she humped his cock and then fucked him fully until he reached the inside of her womb. "Where it belongs," she echoed her thoughts as she arched her head upward and enjoying herself with his cock while he watches in satisfaction. Several more thrust and then several hard grind, he carried her with his cock inside of her and made his horse say on its heel and he lifted her long enough to lay her front on the side of his obedient horse and he began to fuck her from behind.

All the while, she begged him to take her away and all the while, he didn't even say a word about keeping her from himself.

*** By afternoon, they had taken a long ride together and for hours they rode together in companionable silence until night had blanket the land. For the night, they had taken their horses out of the forest for a ride to a village several hours ride from where he had encamped and for safety sake, he made her disguised in her boy garb and made her kept her head low so that the soldiers won't recognize her as a princess. 

Nevertheless, they kept their cover so well that the tavern where they had stopped was accepting that the two of them were brothers so that they could rent a room for themselves. However, soon the room was being filled with voices of a woman's moans and a man's roar of claiming his possession. That night, their loving was as fierce as if it was their last. By every thrust he had brought into her, her heart was slowly beginning to accept him as her mate. She had begged and cried out for his love but he was silent and as intent on taking her to heaven and back. 

***

The early dawn was already casting the light across the room and also the occupant in the queen bed in the middle of the room. The room was in a mess as pieces of clothing and soil sheet covered the floor while the sound of flesh and the creak of the bed hinted that neither of the. A moan caught at the back of her throat as she twisted and turn against the incoming madness that threatened to consume her within its flames. She bury her head into the pillow as she gritted her teeth as she arched her body and stifled her sobs as she felt the slivers of climax under her skin. The wet heat was leaking from her burning pussy and she whimpered as tiny shivers escaping from her skin. 

Her pussy ached dimly as it was battered by the continual cock thrusting that was intended to torture her into insanity. She gasped and pants as a finger sneaked into her aching folds and fondled her clit while another hand was cupping her breasts and playing them until her hardened nipple bud ached painfully.

Suddenly his cock thrust into her even harder that nearly threatened her head to bump unceremoniously against the headboard but his arms kept her still as he stared to fuck her even more ferociously and with a burst against her senses she screamed as pleasure bombarded her senses leaving her panting and moaning as shivers cast an unsteady glow against her heaving skin. Dimly she felt hot liquid heat overflow around the cock that was still fitted snugly inside her. But the tears from their intense loving were still flowing from her cheeks as she lay on the pillow while he strokes her hair.

"Leon, you are going let them take me back." The sorrowful musing nearly broke his heart as he paused to kiss her wet cheek. 

"How long have you've known?"

She stiffened and closed her eyes in utter denial. She had known from the moment she saw the guards in the village that he had taken her back to the town that was at the border of her kingdom. He had planned to send her back all along. "How could you! If you show your face to me again, I'll have you hanged."

She threatened but the threat was not as strong enough to shield her from feeling so helpless and unloved. Her body shook from soul wrenching sobs that he seen it as a sign to leave.




The Princess and I



"I'm sorry, love. It was to be done."

He bends to kiss her lips but she pushed him away and then brings the pillow over her head to block his words and she cried for she was feeling so broken that it hurts. But when silence was so great that she couldn't stand it, she lifted her pillow and then she sat up straight and with a silenced gasped of pain, he was gone along with his belongings. 

Never had she felt so alone. 

*****

The next several days before her wedding, she was kept locked away by her parents for fearing her escaping again. But she had lost the fire in her and had kept most of her captivity in her bed and dreaming about the time she and her beloved Leon had spent together. And she had no more awareness of the time that she was nearing her wedding day.

*****

She wasn't fully conscious when she felt her body were moving in response to the slow rhythmic rubbing between her legs. Her breath came in rushed gasping and she began to twist and turn accordingly to the luscious heat she was feeling. 

Then the rubbings grew to a stop and she felt a blunt hardness was rubbing against her clit before slowly pressing into her. She moaned as the hardness were stretching her tight opening and she gritted her teeth and as it slowly sunk into her deeply, she managed to open her bleary eyes and looked up and saw a heated look of a very handsome man before she choked a gasp as his cock were sinking down and sank into her fully . Joined together most shocking intimacy, her mind sought the realization that this was not a dream as he started thrusting. His eyes glowed as caught hers and immediately she struggled fiercely until his hands shackled her to the bed and his cock sunk even deeper. 

"No! Not you!" She gasped as more delicious stirrings on her swollen clit made her grit her teeth as his cock rubbed against the deep area and her toes curled reflexively. 

"How dare you...!" She gasped hoarsely as he widened her thigh to give him more room to fuck her even harder. "How do you get in here...?" A sharp thrust made her flinched as his cock reached the depth of her womb and she groaned when he rhythmically switching from soft rubbing to hard thrusting until her body began to spasm, signalling the beginning of her climax.

Her eyes were wide open with mixture of fear and lust before she arched her back to reach her heaven as the man bend down to taste her lips and caught her gasping breath in his kiss and without any warning, he stopped.

Anya moaned out loud from her sudden denied pleasure as the man chuckled as he pulled his lips away from hers. He grinned down with pure masculine pleasure at her flushed cheeks and rosy lips to the body which had arched toward him and to the feeling of her pussy sheathed tight around his cock. "You will be hanged for this!" She hissed as the man caught her eyes with a cynical smile.

"I love you too, my little princess." He let go of her tired wrist and clasped both of her breast and began kneading her gently enough to cause her pussy to tighten further around his cock. "However, I had no intention to submit my allegiance to your kingdom without some form of privileges."

"Bastard! We'll never have any help from the likes of you!" She slapped him and tried to push him away but he was an unmoving boulder as he continued to thrust into her again but then her body betrayed her. A sudden nerve wrecking climax claimed her and she screamed his name aloud while the man who had brought her to such a state had roared as he spill his seed into her womb with vengeance until his balls were empty and her pussy was filled with his seed and her cream and angry red from being fucked thoroughly. 

As they began to regain their breath, their eyes held enraptured to one another. Soon their lips meet and they began to fill themselves with each other as they renewed their love in desperation.

By the late morning, he left her naked with her breasts uncovered and her legs wide open showing off her wet pussy leaking down the silk expensive sheets. Walking silently across the fireplace by the bed, King Alexei Leon Lamprouge ignore the dark leather piles of peasant clothing he had discarded earlier and briefly cleaned himself before he began dressing into his finer clothing for the an early audience with his futures, His eyes travelled to the sleeping princess on the bed and his wicked smile bespoke of great things to come with his soon to be queen.

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notes: There might be a sequel. Sorry for some of the wrong grammars... I did make this at 2am till 5am... oh well.. enjoy - Nara 



The Princess and the Angel



Princess Aeronwyn moved gracefully through her garden looking at and smelling each individual flower. Her garden was large, and split into multiple sections, each one separated by the stone walls, with an archway opening into each section. As she made her way through, she though of the previous evenings events. Her father, King Saturnos, had held a ball during which she was introduced to many suitors who wished to marry her. However, she didn't want to marry any of them. None of them were what she had dreamed about since she was a young girl. To her they were all just dull and boring. She had always dreamed of a young prince with eyes like sapphires, lips like rubies, skin like milk, and hair like honey, coming and asking for her hand in marriage. As she thought about this, she wasn't really paying attention to the flowers around her despite their beauty and her love of them.

It was late summer, early autumn, and the leaves on the trees were just starting to turn from their bright green color, to their beautiful autumn colors of red, orange, and yellow. Princess Aeronwyn was in her private gardens enjoying the beauty all around her. The beautiful red, pink, and white rose bushes that she loved so dearly were in full bloom. The ivy was creeping up the stone walls of the garden, the trellises, and the archways leading to other parts of her garden. It's beautiful light green color adding to the wonderful mix of color all around the trellises and the archways. The trellises and the archways were also home to other climbing flowers like the lovely butter yellow nasturtiums, the snowy white moon flowers, and the beautiful violet sweet peas. Aeronwyn loved all of the flowers in her garden. It was her favorite place to be in the castle. The rest of the castle was dim and dark however, the darkness didn't suit her. She liked to be in the bright outdoors as much as possible. Today however, unbeknownst to her, there was a surprise awaiting her in the rose garden. 

Her mind was swirling with many thoughts of her dream prince. Having walked the paths so many times, she mindlessly made her way to the rose garden, her most favorite place in the gardens. She always saved it for last, because it helped her to relax. As she passed through the archway to the rose garden, the thoughts of her dream prince left her mind as the sweet scent of the roses she loved so much swirled intoxicatingly around her. In the corner of the rose garden sat her surprise. She didn't notice him at first because she was drunk from the sweet smell of the roses. It was her dream prince. His skin was milky, his hair was the color of honey, his lips were the color of rubies and his eyes...oh his eyes were the color of sapphires, just like in her dreams. As she began to adjust to the heavenly scent of the roses, she made her way to the corner where he was so that she could lay on her lounge sofa. At last, she noticed him. Where he came from she did not know, nor did she care. She was in love with him, from the moment she laid eyes on him. He however, had been watching her since she entered the rose garden. She was everything he had always dreamed of. Her hair was auburn, her skin milky and fair, her eyes were like sapphires, and her lips were like rubies. Her body was as he had always dreamed it should be, shapely yet slim.

As their eyes met, they knew this was it. They were going to be married whether it meant her running away with him or not. However, he had a secret. By day a prince, and by night an angel. It was a secret he had never shared with anyone. She sat down on the lounge sofa and offered Prince Brenial a spot next to her. He joined her and they talked for what seemed like an eternity. Prince Brenial was careful not to reveal his secret just yet. He knew he loved her but he wasn't sure how she would react even though she loved him with her whole heart. After talking they were even more certain than before, that they were meant to be together. She started to stand up to take her dream prince to her father so that she may tell him she was ready to marry and receive his blessing, but her prince pulled her back down and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss with all the passion she could muster. 

While her eyes were closed, her prince disappeared into thin air. When she opened her eyes he was gone and she wondered where he went. She searched the gardens for him and could not find him. She began to wonder if it was all just a dream. She went about the next few days as if her life were over. On the fourth day of her moping about she decided to go out to her gardens and take in their beauty. And again, she made her way though smelling each flower and finally came to the rose garden where she was again overwhelmed by the intoxicating aroma of the flowers. Her prince was waiting for her again on her lounge sofa. When she saw him she was overjoyed. He ran to her and swept her off her feet and carried her back to the lounge sofa.

He carefully laid her on it and sat down next to her and faced her. For the longest time they stared at each other. He took in her beauty. She was wearing a royal blue dress that hugged her body and he couldn't help but become slightly aroused at the sight of her beautiful body underneath. At last, he leaned in and kissed her ruby lips. He put his arms around her and began to rub his hands up and down her back. She sat up slightly and put her arms around him and began to massage his shoulders as they kissed passionately. As they kissed they became more and more impassioned and finally she decided to remove his shirt to expose his chest. He loosened the laces of her dress, exposing her satin corset underneath. He loosened the laces of it as well and let her breasts fall from their uptight position. 

He slowly started to massage her breasts in his hands. They were beautiful and he could not help but become even more aroused at the silky smooth skin in his hands. As he became more aroused, she could feel his penis start to swell and grow under his leggings. She reached her hand down and began to rub her hand over it. She stopped only to remove his leggings and as she did, she was amazed at the size of his penis. At the sight of it, her pussy started to feel wet and throb mildly. He continued to massage her breasts and occasionally he would take them in his mouth and suckle them lightly only stopping to tease each nipple every now and then with his tongue. She continued to rub his long penis and started licking the head with her tongue. They were both overcome with feelings of ecstasy and he began kissing his way to her wet, throbbing pussy. Once there he found a nicely trimmed bush that topped off her tight little pussy. He could see she was somewhat wet already and he wanted to make her more wet. He began by placing a couple fingers inside her and licking her clit. As he played with her pussy, she began to cum and he cleaned her up. 

After getting his princess off, he moved up to her face and kissed her. She returned the favor by rubbing his long rock hard dick and licking the head until he started to cum. Before he could cum though, she told him she wanted him inside her. He had been hoping she would say that, so he obeyed her wish. As he pushed his way inside her, she started to moan quietly at first, and as he pushed more of himself inside her, her moans became louder. Finally his full penis was inside her. It felt so good for both of them. He started moving in and out of her throbbing wet pussy slowly at first, moving a little faster with each push of his pelvis. As the feelings of ecstasy began to rise within them, they began to moan loudly as he pushed into her. Eventually, she said she wanted to change positions and ride him. He liked the idea and removed himself from her and laid down. She positioned herself over his long smooth rock hard dick and slowly lowered herself onto it. She started pumping up and down slowly. As she became accustomed to riding him, she started pumping up and down faster. She liked the feeling of his dick inside her and he liked seeing her on top of him with her beautiful milky breasts bouncing up and down. He reached up and took them in his hands and began to suckle them again, while she continued pumping up and down. Together they finally reached their orgasms and exploded together in moans and screams of pleasure.

After they finished, they licked each other clean and then laid their together their chests heaving from the excitement of orgasm and cuddled. They kissed again but this time for a very long time. They were so entwined in each others kiss, that they did not notice that the sun had gone down. Prince Brenial's wings began to take shape, and his halo appeared. As they broke their kiss, she saw this and she was surprised. She would have never in a million years guessed that this could be the reason he had vanished just a few days before. Now, she was wondering what would happen...she knew he loved her completely, but she also wondered if he would be able to stay with her forever. Being an Angel meant watching over others from afar. He leaned in to kiss her one last time, and then he was gone. She watched as he ascended the heavens surrounded in a white light, and wondered if she would ever see him again.