0 comments/ 20448 views/ 1 favorites The Prince By: Enchanttress As you sit next to your fathers throne, looking upon your kingdom, discussing the upcoming marriage that your father has arranged for you to the Princess Jasmine that lives within the next kingdom, to explain to your father the King, that you have heard of this Princess, and that you don't like her that she is pompous, arrogant, and spoiled and that is using the words nicely! Your father is not detoured by your protests... Telling you that you must marry this Princess, that if you would not, that the two kingdoms could not combine, and as desperate as our kingdom needed the joining, for the sake of the people of the kingdom, that you MUST! Thinking back to a time when all was well in the kingdom, and your father was not so overbearing to you, how happy those times were, the people in the castle, kinsmen and servants alike all happy and joyful. Now the economics of it all, you knew your father was right. The only way to be able to get the kingdom back to what it was, was to marry into another Kingship. Then your thoughts fall upon the fair maiden servant, Lynn. The one that you grew up with. She came to the castle as a young child, but you don't remember by whom, or why, just that she was always a constant in your life. You and her, had shared everything in life, laughing and playing even when the other servants told her not to be with you, for you are the heir to this mighty Kingdom and she is but a mere servant girl. That never stopped us, we would sneak out into the gardens and play hide and seek or tag, running through the mazes, which surrounded the castle. We were indeed best friends, but it had never gone farther than that, we had never ever even kissed... As word spread throughout the kingdom of the upcoming nuptials of Prince Anthony to Princess Jasmine, you noticed that the maiden Lynn had become desolate, quiet, keeping to herself more, never coming to visit you with the cookies and warm milk at night, as she would sneak them from the kitchen to bring to your room after everyone would be sleeping. Then we would stay up for hours talking and laughing... but it never went any farther, not that you didn't want it to, for you knew deep within your heart, that this was the woman you loved and it was tearing you up inside to know that you could never have her... Your father would never allow such a thing to happen!! As the upcoming wedding was but a week away, you saw you fair maiden Lynn, working in the garden one evening, and you decided to go to her and talk to her... as you approached her, you noticed the silhouette of her lovely shape, her grace and style, as she bent to cut the flowers that were blooming and place them in the basket that she was carrying. She would first, touch the flower with her fingertips, examining the beauty and texture, then running her hand down the stem to find the exact place to snip the branch. She would cut it, bringing the flower to her nose and inhaling the marvelous scent of its fragrance... You watched in awe of this beauty, realizing that you loved her so dearly, and wanting her right now! The passions of all the years of the love growing for her all coming to a boil within your body, your hardness grew, from all this sexual energy that had been sitting dormant for far too long. I felt a presence as I am standing there cutting flowers for my Prince's upcoming wedding, with much sadness in my heart. The tears welling in my eyes, because of the love I have had for my Prince for all these years, knowing that it could never be. I am but a poor maiden girl, and I have nothing to offer but my love and my self! As I turn and see you standing there, I begin to shake, I had been avoiding you, not wanting to let you know what I was feeling, and knowing that if we were together for any period of time, you would know. We were best friends and you could always tell when something was on my mind, and would not let me get by without telling you what it was, although I was the same with you as well, for we were friends and that is how friends are! As you approach me, I tilt my head down to you as I curtsied...... You tell me arise my fair Lynn, as I do, you place you hand beneath my chin and making me look you in the eyes... you ask what is wrong... my eyes avoid yours as I reply, My Lord, there is nothing wrong just the powerful aroma of the flowers have brought tears to my eyes. You release the touch of my chin as my eyes turn to the ground. You tell me, Lynn I have noticed that you have not brought me any milk and cookies lately, can you explain. With a sadness in my voice I tell you that I did not think it proper for a lowly maiden such as I to be sneaking into a bestowal’s bedroom that your Lady in Waiting may not think it to kindly. You then explain to me that you are the Prince and you see nothing wrong with me bringing you the cookies and milk, and that you expected me to bring them tonight as I had done before! I say yes My Lord, as you wish! You turn and walk away with a grin on your lips... I stand there in sadness, knowing that you will know what I feel tonight when I bring you what you have asked for... knowing that you will see it in my eyes! All of these years of wanting you, to love you, to feel you inside of me, to be by your side as your wife, the burning desire to bare your children, that I have been able to control, and knowing that I will never have you!! God this breaks my heart... As evening approaches and all have went to bed, I go to the kitchen and placing the cookies and milk on a tray, tiptoeing up the back stairwell, to your bedroom. I tap on the door, as I open it slightly, slowly the door opens as I see candles lighting up the room from all corners, the aroma of incense filling the air. The fragrance intoxicating as my head begins to spin at the aroma, and beauty of it all. I gaze upon this wonder, as I look around the room, seeing you standing there, one hand held out for me to come closer, slowly I begin to walk across the room toward you. You tell me to set the tray on the chest at the foot of the bed, as I bend to place the tray I feel your hand touch my elbow. Lifting me standing as I face you, your hand sliding down to my hand, and holding it there, my heart pounding so rapidly that I begin to feel faint ... my body becomes weak .... you grab me .... lifting me into your arms and placing me gently upon the bed. You lay beside me, stroking my hair and face with the delicateness, but strength, that only your hands could have. I close my eyes, thinking this is a dream, as tears well up in my eyes and begin to run down my face.... your fingertips touch my teardrops; I open my eyes to see your tears as well. Reaching up to touch them, wiping them from your face with the softness of my hand, I ask you My Lord, why are you crying? Smiling a sad smile, and looking at me you say, my fair Lady Lynn, all these years of our friendship, that has grown,.. grown to so much more, I have yearned to touch you, to feel you, to be with you in this manner, and in order to get you this way, I had to make you come to me...I am sorry! I should not have used my power over you to do that!! I then laughed myself, and said to you Sire’, do not blame yourself, for this, you see my Lord, I too have wanted this but was always afraid to let it show. You have not made me do anything that I didn't want to do...and I too cry, but they are not tears of pain; they are the tears of joy, to me this is but a dream.... to finally have you near me. To be able to touch you with the love that I have felt for you all these years, to unleash the desire that I have held within my heart for you, for so long, to finally be able to express in reality what I have only been able to dream of. The true powerful unbridled love that only two people that really love one another can express!! As you reach up and grab one of the flowers from your headboard that I had picked that evening, Inhaling its aroma, then placing it near me, so that I to can experience the fragrance of its beauty, then moving it around my face, to my chin and jaw line, slowly guiding it down my neck, the burning desires within me escapes through my mouth as I moan in delight. Laying the flower upon my bosoms you move your hand to untie the tie that binds, pulling the string of my corset, releasing the energy upon my chest, as my chest inhales the release.... Sitting me up, you undo the snaps behind my dress as you slowly pull it down my shoulders exposing the suppleness of my breasts, my nipples standing erect. Laying me down, as you pull the dress down over my hips and legs, I lay there fully exposed to you, in the glowing candlelight. I watch you release the tie around your robe, opening yourself up to me. I lay there in awe of this awesome form of a man.... the leanness of your body, the rippling muscles of your stomach, the strength or the muscles in your arms.... the delicate glow of your skin, and the glorious beauty of your manhood...thinking, god this has got to be a dream ...as you lay beside me, I take the flower that was on my bosoms and inhale the scent, then placing it to your face letting you inhale the delightful fragrance also, then circling your face with the delicate touch of its petals... across your forehead, as my lips trail it, kissing every touch, to your eyelids.... down the bridge of your nose, around your cheeks to your lips.... pressing slightly against your lips with mine, opening your mouth with my tongue, caressing and massaging your tongue with mine, as I probe deeper into your mouth wanting to savor all of your tastes. Our breathing comes together as our essences combine. Moving the petals to your chin, and jaw line as I continue to follow with my tongue, running my tongue behind the softness of the petals with the warmth and wetness of my lips and mouth, to your ears.... as the petals stroke the edge of your ear, and my lips suck on the lobe, nibbling slightly...down your neck, as I kiss and suck all the salts of your delicious body....down your arms, caressing the muscles, with the softness of the petals, followed by my lips. To your fingers as I kiss all of them one at a time, then placing them into my mouth sucking them one by one... Moving back up your arm...with the velvet texture of the petals, then as my tongue follows across your chest kissing and savoring your flavors emitting from your body. To your nipples as I kiss and nibble slightly moving downward, feeling all the passions inside of me burning, the juices within me flowing rapidly throughout my body as I hear your cries of pleasure.... down your stomach, licking and savoring your tastes, inhaling the aroma of our love that is building...darting my tongue into your naval, moving downward, as I feel the hardness of your beautiful erection pulsating near my lips, as I lift it with one hand, pulling the skin down, as the other hand moves down, cupping your balls in it and gently caressing them with the softness of my hand...my lips pucker as I blow slightly upon the head, the warmth of my hot breath touches your tender skin, sending sensations throughout you, my tongue darting out from between my lips as it touches the head, kissing it, swirling my tongue around it, as I taste the deliciousness of the precum that has formed...mmmm baby you taste so good. Slowly I tighten my lips around your thick head, taking you deeper into my mouth, my tongue stroking your delicate skin, as you feel the warmth of my breath against you glorious manhood, and a moan escapes you, this excites me more, as my juices build within my body, the wetness between my legs, flowing out of me... you then motion my body with your hands, pulling me on top of you as my wetness sits upon your face...my head lowers down onto your glorious hardness as slowly I take you into my mouth, sucking inch by inch, as I feel your tongue against my clit... Stroking it, my hips begin to move up and down over your mouth, as I continue to suckle and savor your love juices.... feeling you deeper and deeper into my mouth, until I feel you deep within my throat, and my lips are touching your balls.....mmmmm …. my hand caressing your balls in it, squeezing gently, as my head moves up and down on you, my mouth sucking, licking, as my tongue swirls around you.... up and down the warmth of my mouth moves as I feel the passions in my body begin to release.... my hips move faster upon you face as your tongue strokes my clit with more conviction, your fingers moving up and down the outer edge of the lips of my wetness...feeling my body tighten over you as you suck my clit, and placing two fingers slightly in me, finding the spot, as you stroke it, waiting for the right moment to send the sexual energy throughout me...as I continue to stroke your hardness with feverish convictions, my mouth sucking harder, as I go deeper and faster, my lips touching your balls with each stroke of the warmth of my mouth on you up and down, up and down, harder the suckling, deeper with each thrust of my head. I squeeze firmly upon your balls..... My finger moving behind your balls as I feel them tightening against your body.....my mouth tasting the heat of your love juices about ready to release into me, sucking up and down, feeling your huge thick cock sliding between my lips, as your hips push upward, driving the pulsating head of your hard thick cock deep into the back of my throat… mmmmm … YESSS baby, Cum for me! I want to taste your delicious cum deep within my awaiting mouth, I want to drink up every drop of your delectable hot nectar! You feel my body tighten, and the hotness of my cum exploding onto your fingers inside of me, the walls of my love nest, tightening around your fingers.... as you tap, tap, tap ..... a delightful wonderful cry escapes my lips as I feel your hardness filling my mouth with your juices. My body shakes and quivers from the sexual energies being released from all parts of my body....pressing my finger up and forward from behind your balls as I squeeze your balls gently but firmly......sucking harder and deeper as I feel your hot love juices hitting the back of my throat savoring all your juices within me harder and deeper I suck, my hips shake in pleasure. My climax, peaking all over your lips, mouth and face....as you squirt all your juice inside of my mouth... I swallow all your delicious flavors, enjoying every drop, and savoring every moment.........sucking you clean..... mmmmmm baby you taste so great!! As I lay there over you for a second, to regain some strength, I move to the side of you, turning as I do. I press my lips to yours as our juices combine together within our mouths. Taking the sexual essences of each other, Our bodies, our breathing, our hearts, our souls all become one!!! We lay there in each others arms caressing one another with the stroke of our hands, and lips......you turn to me, and say, my fair Lady Lynn, I do not care about a throne or a Kingdom, I will not marry Princess Jasmine!! None of that matters......what matters is right here in my arms, and that is where your will stay!! The Prince The morning had started out ordinary. The young prince woke early, to go out riding his sleek black horse on his usual trail through the forest. Eclipse knew the path so well, the prince barely needed to hold the reins between his fingers. He wore an elegant crimson tunic embroidered with the black and gold seal of Cydonia over his closely-fitting black breeches and stately black riding boots. His long brown locks were tied back in a ponytail, secured with a golden ribbon. At eighteen years old, he was eager for freedom and a chance to prove his strength, though his slender frame and gentle features exuded more beauty than toughness. Still, he wore an ornate sword at his slim waist, tried hard to narrow his bright eyes, framed as they were by luxurious long eyelashes. He rode further and further every day, though he still remained on his father's protected lands, he pushed closer and closer to the borders every time. He neared edge where the King's lands touched the beginning of Lord Auberon's Blackthorn forest. The woods grew thicker here, the trees closer together, and Eclipse had to slow to maneuver carefully between them. Still, it was easier for the horse to pick his way through this little area than try to ride around, where the trail was rocky and overgrown until it picked up on the other side of a small pond. Eclipse had carefully made his way along the winding trail between the trees. The prince nudged his heels into the animal's sides, when he was suddenly pulled backwards off of the saddle. The young prince cried out, but he was miles from anyone hearing him scream. A dark bag was pulled over his head before he could see who or what had grabbed a hold of him. A pulled cord secured the bag around his neck, blocking out all light. His arms were twisted behind his back, and although he struggled with all his might, they were held fast by someone much stronger. He was being held suspended above the ground, and he kicked furiously. His heel struck something behind him, and there was a hard grunt from above his head, before strong hands gripped his ankles and held them together, immobilizing him. The prince's weight fell back into the thick chest of the giant holding his arms. He continued to yell threats and demands uselessly. The beast holding his arms laughed, the prince's whole body shaking with the movement. "Scream all you want, little boy," the deep voice growled above his ear. The prince thrashed, trying to kick his legs and twist his hips, but the two assailants held him tight. He squirmed until he started panting inside the black bag, his breath heating the air inside to a sticky humidity. Tears of frustrations welled up in his eyes as he gave up, his tired muscles slackening. The two monsters holding him hadn't moved, waiting steadily for the prince to tire himself out. Finally, they set about their task of binding him, while he lacked the energy to struggle. He couldn't feel the ropes around his ankles through his laced-up riding boots, but he could feel the harsh fibers pull taut around his bony wrists, crossed at the small of his back. He still struggled weakly, but his energy was drained. The monster holding him suddenly hefted the prince's body over his shoulder, handling the boy as if he were a sack of cabbages, holding him steady behind the knees. He cried out as his stomach was crushed beneath him. Then they began moving, the prince draped unceremoniously with his butt in the air and his head bumping now and again into the giant's back as they walked. The prince squirmed fruitlessly, still breathing heavily inside the bag. Soon, with the blood rushing to his overheated brain, he passed out, his body lying limply against his abductor. He awoke in darkness on a cold stone floor. The air around him was damp and cold. His wrists and ankles were still bound, he quickly discovered. Groaning, he pulled himself onto his knees. "Oh, you've awakened." The prince swung his head around, looking for the source of the voice. He saw nothing but blackness. "Who's there!?" the young prince cried out, slightly unnerved by the fear in his voice. "Where am I!? Let me go! Untie me at once! Let me go or else—" "Or else what, your highness?" the voice responded, calm and cold. The prince's mouth hung open, momentarily dumbstruck. "What precisely do you expect to do?" The prince shifted around on his knees, unsure of where the voice was coming from. It seemed to be everywhere at once, and he could see nothing. He summoned some courage, and spoke authoritatively. "My father—" "Your father has no idea where you are." The prince heard heels move towards him. He spun around on his knees, adrenaline rushing through him. "In fact, your highness..." There was the sudden rush of coarse fabric against his face as the bag was yanked off his head. Strong fingers gripped his chin and pulled it painfully upwards. In the dim candlelight, the prince could make out a twisted face grinning down at him. "No one knows where you are." "Lord Auberon!" The prince shouted. "Are you trying to start a war? Let me go! You and my father are allies! You pledged your allegiance to Cydonia! This is kidnapping! This is treason! This is—" The young prince's protests were silenced by the echoing crack as Auberon backhanded him across the face. The force sent him crashing to the stone floor of the dark room. He cried out as the pain pulsed in his cheek. He remained on the ground, eyes wide, staring at Auberon's black boots. The Lord of Blackthorn Castle had sworn loyalty to Cydonia nearly a year ago, bowing before the king. The prince had been there, at his father's side, and watched the man lower his sharp eyes to the floor reluctantly, as if it had pained him. He had a chilly aura around him, with thick eyebrows and a thin beard encircling lips which seemed to hold a permanent sneer. There was a banquet that night, the tables loaded with wine and roasted game from the King's Forest. While the other men drank and boasted and sang, Lord Auberon sat stiffly, his piercing dark eyes never leaving the young prince. It had sent shivers down his spine whenever their gazes accidentally met. The prince had excused himself early from the table, unable to bear it. Now, the Lord of Blackthorn raised a toe and stabbed it into the prince's shoulder, pushing him onto his back. He was looking at prince the same way he had during that banquet, only now he had a cruel smile on his lips. He seemed impossibly tall, and the thick, richly embroidered coat he wore made his frightening figure more imposing. The prince wanted to look away, but the anger and the pain burning in his cheek fixed his eyes upwards. "How dare you," the prince hissed. Auberon laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. His laughter bounced off the walls of the candlelit dungeon, digging deep into the young prince's pride. He gritted his teeth. "Put him back on his knees," Auberon ordered, and out of the darkness a gigantic figure appeared, most likely one of the monsters that had plucked the prince off of his horse. The giant was bald-headed, dressed in leather and furs, his thick face and bulging arms laced with scars. The prince immediately saw how foolish he had been to try to fight against such a creature. The giant's hands grabbed the prince's shoulders and set him on his knees, as if he were uprighting a doll. The man disappeared back into the shadows. Auberon was still smiling. "You should bow your head to me, your highness, for you are in the presence of a greater man." "I bow to no one but my father." Auberon hit him again, across the other cheek. The prince was steadier on his knees this time, and though his ears rang, he didn't fall over. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Look at me, boy," Auberon ordered. The prince didn't move. The dark lord grabbed the prince by the hair and wrenched the young man's face towards his. The prince shouted, his eyes opening in time to see Auberon pull a dagger from his side and hold it against the smooth skin of the young man's throat. The prince gasped in a breath, freezing his muscles. He stared, panicked, at the coldness in Auberon's eyes. The dark man slowly relaxed his grip in the prince's hair, testing to see if the young man would hold still. He did, petrified. "Are you holding me for ransom?" the prince said slowly, uncertainly. "Ransom," Auberon repeated the word, with a harsh tinge to it. He lowered his face inches from the prince's. "What do I want with money?" He ran a finger along the side of the young man's face, a pointed fingernail poking into soft skin. The prince's breath's came in short bursts. "Then let me go. I'm of no use to you." A slow laugh began deep in Auberon's throat. He slid the dagger slowly downwards. The prince watched as the blade moved from his neck to the center of his chest. He held his breath to keep his chest from moving. His knees were shaking. He feared he would collapse, falling onto the sharp blade. Auberon's deep laugh resounded. The Lord of Blackthorn clutched the front of the prince's crimson tunic, and slashing his dagger downward, cut open the front of the garment. He pulled open the two halves of the ruined tunic, exposing pale white skin to the cold air. "I have plenty of uses for you, my boy," Auberon murmured. The prince shivered violently as Auberon's fingers trailed down his bare chest. The dark lord replaced the dagger in his belt to free his hand to caress the young man's skin. The dark man's touch tingled. Auberon's smirking face was inches from the prince's. Cruel eyes were locked with terrified ones. Auberon licked his lips and pressed his mouth against the prince's delicate neck. "What...ah!" the young man breathed, as he tried to squirm away. Auberon clutched the prince's sides and sucked hard at the soft skin. Wet lips caressed the prince's neck, each new pressure sending tingles throughout his nerves. Few people ever touched him, and certainly not like this. The man's mouth was on him, his tongue warm and wet. Fingers were fondling his chest, Auberon's thumbs brushing over the prince's nipples which had hardened quickly, either from the cold or from the strange sensation. "Stop that!" he managed to gasp out. Auberon's teeth sank into the prince's neck, eliciting a yelp of pain. The dark lord pulled his lips away to see the thin trickle of royal blood spill from the prince's neck. He watched it until it reached the young man's collarbone, then slowly ran his tongue along the red line, licking up the blood. He smiled, seeming to savor the taste. "What do you want?!" the prince spat out, confused, angry and frightened. Auberon's fingers tightened around the young man's nipples, pinching down hard. The prince tried to pull away, which only increased the pain. Auberon twisted the little pink bits of flesh he held crushed beneath his fingers. The prince's eyes teared up. Laughing at his agony, Auberon released his grip and stood up, walking a slow circle around his victim. The prince fidgeted his arms, trying unsuccessfully to cover himself or comfort the reddening buds on his chest. His neck was still throbbing and slowly bleeding. Auberon had made a half circle, and knelt behind the prince, running his hands across the young man's flat stomach. He pressed his lips on the prince's shoulder, suddenly sensual again, moving his mouth slowly against the uninjured side of the prince's neck. In response, the prince squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to be bitten again. Instead, the dark man's fingers wandered their way around his body, leaving prickling tingles in their wake. They eventually arrived at the waistband of his breeches, and as they aimed further downward, the prince jerked back reflexively, away from the violating touch. What he didn't remember was that Auberon was close behind him, and while he tried to move away, he only succeeded in pressing closer against Auberon. The dark lord's arms quickly tightened around him, and his hands attempted to push between the prince's tightly closed thighs. "Spread your legs," Auberon ordered quietly. The young prince was able to murmur out a defiant "No." "Will pain persuade you?" the dark man asked calmly, teasing the prince's neck with his teeth. "Don't..." the prince gasped, and as he tensed his neck, unwillingly relaxed the muscles in his thighs just enough for Auberon to slide his hand between them. Though the thin fabric, Auberon's fingers caressed his balls and building erection. "Nnh!" the prince cried out, alarmed at the insistent pressure where no one had ever touched him before. His nipples still stung, his neck throbbed, and his face slightly numb from where he had been hit—but the mounting sensation between his legs made the pain seem distant. He wanted to close his legs, but he couldn't make his muscles respond. Auberon's other arm was wrapped tightly around the prince's thin body, crushing it into his own. He sucked at the prince's earlobe as his hand worked at the growing bulge in the prince's loins. The boy was breathing heavily as Auberon paused to undo the closure of his close-fitting breeches. His straining erection sprung free into Auberon's waiting hand. The skin on skin contact just intensified the feeling building in the prince's body. He closed his eyes. The dark man had been stroking steadily, the prince feeling each new wave of sensation building on top of the last. He wanted more, awaited each measured stroke with urgency, feeling the desire for release rise within him. But Auberon was slowing. The movement of his hand was slackening. The pleasure waves were lessening, agonizingly just far enough apart to keep him feeling something, but not building. He needed more. Without thinking about it, he started rocking his hips, pushing himself through Auberon's hand, working himself to release. A low moan escaped his lips. He thrust harder. "Slut," Auberon breathed in the prince's ear. The young man's eyes opened at the coarse word, opened wider as Auberon pulled his hand and body away, rising to his feet. The prince was left yearning and exposed on the floor. He gasped in heavy breaths, he strained, trying to rub himself between his thighs, trying to work himself that little bit he still needed, just that little tiny bit to put him over the edge. He thrust beneath his thighs as fast as he could. Auberon laughed. "Slut!" he shouted, the accusation reverberating off the walls. "Please..." the prince begged, still thrusting against himself. With two fingers poked into his shoulder, Auberon pushed the prince's body backwards. The young man fell to the floor roughly, his bound arms pinned beneath him. He tried to stroke himself to climax. Auberon brought his boot down, spreading the prince's legs, and resting it gently on his straining cock. Using the sole of his boot, the dark man began rubbing the prince's erection against his smooth stomach. The young man gasped, the intensity returning in floods. It didn't take much more, with his whole body shaking beneath Auberon's heel, the prince came forcefully, his seed shooting up across his naked chest, a few drops landing on the young man's own face. Auberon continued for a couple additional strokes before stepping back from the prince's body. The cloud of pleasure was fading, but the crimson remained in his cheeks, now out of shame rather than sensation. Here he was, the future king of Cydonia, sensitive areas exposed lewdly, worked into a frenzy by a man who had kidnapped and hurt him. He had begged the man to help him come, and was now covered with his own seed. He tried to fold in, to cover himself the best he could, but his limbs could barely move. "Keep those knees apart!" Auberon ordered. He looked down at the prince, teasing, "Aren't you a pretty sight? What would your father say if he saw you now?" The prince cringed. Auberon laughed. "Get up." The prince tried to move, but it was no use. "Get him up," the dark lord ordered, and the giant appeared from the shadows again. The prince was now reminded that he had been there this whole time, watching him be humiliated. The huge man indeed had a wide smile on his face. He had clearly enjoyed the show. The giant lifted the prince from beneath his arms, and set him up on his knees again, the wet strings of come beginning to slide down his chest. Strands of hair had fallen loose from his ponytail, hanging disheveled around his face. The young man's head felt woozy. He simply wanted to collapse. After the giant let go of his shoulders, he fell forward, resting his head on the cold stone ground. "Now you bow!" Auberon yelled to the walls. The prince squeezed his eyes shut. He felt as if he might cry. He heard the dark man walk around behind him, felt his hands on his hips. Auberon pulled the young man's rear upwards, settling his weight on his knees. The prince felt his own come start to run down his chest towards his chin. Auberon hooked his fingers around the waist of the prince's breeches, and slid them around the curve of the young man's ass, exposing the smooth pale skin. He slapped a hand against the right cheek, bringing a soft cry from the prince. Auberon smiled. He dropped a hand in front of the prince's face, extending two fingers. "Lick," he ordered. The prince turned away, pivoting on his forehead. He was rewarded for his disobedience with another smack on his ass, this one much harsher. The crack of skin on skin echoed. Then another slap, and another, causing the prince to cry out. He could feel the blood heating the abused skin. "Ah! Stop!" he gasped out. Auberon gave him one more for good measure, and then re-presented the pair of fingers. The prince peeked out his tongue, brushing it gingerly against the dark lord's fingers. Auberon stuck his fingers into the prince's mouth. "It's in your best interest to get them as wet as possible," Auberon warned. The prince didn't really know what that meant, but decided to cooperate. He ran his tongue around and between the fingers in his mouth, sucking them in to get more area for his saliva. It felt dirty, degrading. The prince whimpered softly. Auberon removed his fingers, and paused. The prince braced himself, for whatever was going to happen next. Auberon hesitated a long time. The prince almost thought he had left, to take a look at the pathetic sight of a bound prince's bare ass in the air. He opened an eye slowly, trying to look over his shoulder for the dark man, but couldn't see him. Instead, he felt him. Two hands spread the cheeks apart, and a wet finger pressing against his opening. The prince yelled in surprise, and tensed, feebly trying to squirm away from the insisting finger. Auberon responded by grabbing the prince's tied wrists to steady him, and then pressing harder, working past the muscles, into the young man's body. The prince whined, his struggling only augmenting the movement of the finger inside him. He decided instead to just hold still, make as little motion as possible. The prince felt the finger move more comfortably, and soon the second one joined it, probing deeper, stretching him out. It was uncomfortable, a violation. He just wanted those fingers out of him. They moved faster, in and out, pressing against his inner walls. He was getting wider, the fingers moving freely. He barely felt it when a third one entered him, stretching him wider, twisting and pushing. A fourth finger, sliding around inside him. The fingers were removed suddenly. He felt so open, exposed. Auberon must be able to see right down into him. He almost wanted the fingers to be replaced, just to cover up the hole. The fingers did not return. Something thicker, longer, harder entered him instead. The prince gasped aloud. It felt as if Auberon had jammed something up into his ribs. His breath caught in his throat, his muscles froze. He had been impaled. Auberon's hands grabbed the prince's hips, and slowly began to pull out of him. The prince inhaled slowly, as if Auberon were pulling the breath through him. The young man struggled helplessly. The dark lord slid forward, then backward, slowly picking up speed. The prince felt the other man inside of him, filling him, only to feel him pull back, empty him. In and out, moving faster, deeper, rougher. Soon he moved with the same ease as the fingers had. Auberon thrust faster, his hips crashing into the prince's reddened ass. The young man gasped for breath, writhed beneath the dark man, uselessly. Auberon rammed into him, through him, it felt, pursuing his own pleasure without much thought to the state of the young body under him. The prince screamed. Though he was being used, against his will, he felt a strange contentment with the feeling of the hard mass of Auberon tearing in and out of him. He pushed back into the thrusts, unconsciously, though it hurt, though he was being treated like a dog. His toes curled inside his boots, the muscles in his thighs shivered uncontrollably. Auberon clutched the prince's hips, grunting with his efforts. The prince felt Auberon inside of him pulsate, grow larger for just a few moments, before with a deep growl released himself inside of the prince's body. Auberon remained in the young man for a moment to catch his breath, before pulling out of him entirely. The prince shuddered at the sudden emptiness. Unable to move, the prince remained how he was, used ass shamelessly perched in the air. His eyes fluttered closed. The Prince Auberon laughed tiredly, redoing his belt as he stood over the exhausted prince. "Samson." The giant stepped forward. "Put this boy back in the forest, just inside his father's lands." Auberon looked down at the pitiful figure. "And place him precisely like that, for the king's men to find." The Prince He had already laid the groundwork with her, another courtier seeking an advantageous marriage. She was young and attractive enough to make a match above her station as it was, but as he'd found with others, she was forward-thinking enough to trade some of her physical affections to her prince for better prospects. He had made clear his distaste for chatter in such circumstances, and she had entered the vacant hall silently and moved to kneel before him in silence. Pleased, he had allowed her to proceed fully clothed, though he was not without an appealing view of her smooth breasts as she moved, her golden hair pinned up and just brushing the back of her neck. It was clear she was new to what she was doing, but had that charming ability one occasionally finds in novice women to understand perfectly what he would find pleasing. Her hands gripped the base of his cock, her mouth moving smoothly along the length of him, her tongue a specific friction against his vein. A noise at the entrance to the hall caught his attention and he looked up, but when she paused, he firmly told her not to stop, and her rhythm resumed, though with occasional faltering as she heard footsteps approaching the two of them from behind her. His War General had entered the room, his eyes drawn to and lingering upon her. The Prince smiled. He knew of his General's interest and had suggested his presence in private beforehand. He leaned forward a little, intent on the girl with her mouth on his cock. "If I promise he will leave you intact for marriage, may the General join us?" he asked her. He knew she watched the General at social events, and along with the other eligible young women, nursed a dream of catching his eye. And as he knew she would, she nodded, and he was pleased she did so without relinquishing him from her mouth. He smiled at his General and with a gentle hand caught her cheek and jaw and guided her off him long enough to assist her to the low table, where she got on her hands and knees. He moved to stand before her, returning his hand to her face and sliding it around to her neck, and then up to the back of her head, where he held her gently as she reengaged with him. Behind her, the General adjusted her skirts, putting them up over the small of her back. When his hands brushed the backs of her thighs, she shuddered and jerked, but didn't pause in her ministrations upon the Prince. The General ran his hands up the insides of her thighs more deliberately and was pleased to watch her hips tilt in invitation. When he touched the inside of her knees, she immediately shifted to spread them wider. The General's eyes flew up to meet the Prince's, and they shared a look. The General stepped back and pulled out a jar to prepare himself. The Prince, his hand still behind her head scritched his fingers in her hair just a little as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the pulse of her attentions. Her tongue flexed against the underside of him as she craned her neck into his hand, and he rewarded her by brushing the sweaty loose strands of her hair away from her eyes and back behind her ear. The General laid his hands, now greasy, on either cheek of her ass, lightly prodding the bud of her anus with his slick thumb. She jerked, but the Prince's hand at the back of her neck kept her at task, and after a moment she relaxed, though her hips tilted farther and higher, clearly attempting to direct the General to where she was swollen and wet for penetration. The General positioned himself behind her and drew his hand up her slit before guiding himself against and into her ass. Her moan of pleasure at his touch on her lips turned to a choked gasp as his cock slowly slid into her. The Prince laughed and gripped her skull tightly, pulling her face into his groin as her hands flew up to smack into and push against his pelvis as she gasped and choked on his cock, the General's cock slowly stretching her ass. Viciously, the Prince ground into her face as he rode a long slow orgasm, barely allowing her pauses to breathe, the General's thrusts from behind impaling her onto the Prince. When he finished, he still held her face around his spent and softening cock such that she sputtered wetly, his cum and her throat slobber and her tears a wet mess around her mouth and chin, drooling onto her chest, as the General pounded out his own orgasm into her cheeks. The Prince and the Cane This story is just for fun. I don't feel I portrayed anyone in a bad way and I didn't mean to offend anyone. My intention was to write something different and I hope no one gets offended. That said, enjoy... * The room was spacious, overlooking a still lake that shone in the morning sun, casting rays of light over the green countryside. Kate admired the view and cracked the window open to smell the fresh air of the morning. She'd been exploring the night before. As William lay asleep, his naked body breathing deep, calm breaths, she'd slipped out of the master bedroom and toured the house on her own. Despite the size, it was cozy and she remembered all the stories he'd told her of summers here growing up. It was his mother's, he explained, and one of her favorite places in the world. It was their solace from the responsibilities of a royal life, cameras and daily life. The country home was a place where they could just be a family, he said. It was during that late evening when she'd found it. It lay resting in the corner of a back bedroom, harmless and forgotten. She'd reached for it tentatively, wondering of its past, what stories it could tell and all it had seen. It was a piece of history. She held it against her body and felt its stiff texture across her naked breast. She remembered gasping and pulling away, as if it were meant for her. Surely it had brought about many a tear from those it addressed. It hadn't left her hand since. She kept it in her soft palms, stroking it like a lover, feeling the delicate strength in the thin elastic reed. When she returned to the bed, it rested beside her pillow. He was deep asleep and she clutched herself to his body, never forgetting the thin piece of wood that lay just beside. She dreamed happily, imagining herself as queen, making love to the king on a grand bed and an overstuffed mattress. Servants and handmaidens attended to her every need, curtseying and bowing. Every night she'd please the king, taking him into her mouth, between her legs and satisfying him as was her duty. She turned from the window, feeling the warm sun on her bare back and looked at him. He was deep in slumber, his fair hair mussed from the evening of lovemaking the night before. As usual he was magnificent. Hard, demanding thrusts that belied his true nature beneath the soft spoken demeanor. He was insatiable, pleasing her in every way a man could before taking his satisfaction from between her parted thighs. As he flowed into her she was struck speechless. Such a brilliant man, handsome, charming and loving- the perfect specimen for the man who would be king. She will be his Lady. She rested on the corner of the bed, inches away from his bare body. His member, which hours before raged inside her, filling her body to the utmost, lay dormant on his opened thigh. His chest, covered in lean, toned muscle, rose and fell slowly. She sat beside him, her naked bottom warming the silk sheets. As if sensing her presence, he awoke, blinking slowly. She greeted him with a kiss. Their tongues didn't touch, they merely savored the affection of each other's lips. "Good morning William," she breathed happily. He smiled rakishly and stroked the small of her back just above the swell of her buttocks. How she adored his touch! Her entire body flared. Noticing the instrument in her hand, he sat up slightly and reached for it. His face changed and she noticed his playful grin had disappeared to be replaced by a show of concern. "What is it?" She asked. Curiosity overwhelmed her. Obviously the Prince had a past with it. How well acquainted was he with the thin piece of rattan? "It's my mother's cane," he said softly, lost in thought. She didn't press, only waited for him to continue. "I haven't seen it in years. Where did you find it?" When she told him it was in the next room he responded, "That was my governess' room." She nodded, understanding. There was no need for him to explain. He ran it through his fingers and struck it softly against his palm. It left a bright red line across his fair skin and she knew, when used as it always was against all British schoolboys, it would sting much worse. She climbed to him and rested against his body, watching as he examined the implement that held such childhood memories for him. His hands held it tentatively, as if it were a snake that would rise up from his hand and bite him. He spoke quietly, sounding as if he were talking to himself. "I could live without seeing this ever again. I hated this thing." She said nothing, only petted the top of his head, reminding him of her presence. "She wasn't lenient with it. Both Harry and I got a good striping whenever we acted up. She made sure of that." "All boys do. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She offered. "Especially those of royal standing. More is expected of you." The room was still and they rested against each other quietly. "Mother too..." "Wills?" "She wasn't shy about the cane either. All boys need a good caning from their mother, she thought." His hands slid over the wood lovingly. "Often we'd be on tv, acting politely, trailing behind her at dinners, photo events. If you could have pulled our shortpants down you'd see the reason why. Our behinds were covered in red stripes from a sound caning." "Oh, William," she gasped, pressing herself against him. They clutched each other and she found herself reaching to his bum, feeling the warm muscles and imagining his own mother, the Princess of Wales, caning him bare like any errant boy. He winced at her touch, remembering the times he had received it from his mother. "Stand up William." With her pulling his wrist he stood by the bedside. His cock had begun to swell at the site of her naked body. She took the cane and, brushed it over her bare breasts, ink nipples stiffening at the sensation. His deep blue eyes looked at her skeptically. "Perhaps we can instill some pleasant memories in place of the old ones." She reached to place a hand on his bare flank and urged him to turn but he did not. Her hand pressed a little harder but he remained solid. "Surely you don't mean to..." The sentence hung in the air. She waited, motionless, for him to finish, for him to put into words what she could not say. "My dear," he continued. "This is not a child before you but a man. A strong, intelligent, traveled man. I'll not be caned anymore." She froze and, when he reached to her, he opened her fingers and gently took the cane from her grasp. As he came to her, she hoped he would take her in his arms and make love once more. But he did not, instead his hand wrapped around her elbow. He was firm but not overly so. When he guided her over the bedspread there was no force. She went willingly, although a bit confused. "Please William, you mustn't" She had a beautiful bottom, full, round and sculpted from her exercise routine. Many nights he'd held it, finding comfort in her soft, womanly figure. It pleased him when they made love and was one of the first things he noticed about her when they were first introduced. Now it trembled slightly. The pristine white of her naked bottom shook and William placed his hand warmly at the top of her crease. "Kate," he spoke, his hand stroking her gently. "You are an amazing woman. One day you may be queen but you must learn what it means to be humbled. You can't understand the people unless you feel their pain, feel what it means to experience the shaming of a proper caning." She didn't say a word but felt as if she would burst into tears any moment. She had faith in William, he'd always proven himself to her and she trusted his judgement, but a caning? Never before had she had to experience such a thing. It frightened her more than she would admit. William's hand caressed the warm flesh of her buttocks. No doubt she'd never been caned before. Having been raised as she was, he would be surprised if she was ever given more than a stern warning. She was a good woman, and more than likely never needed such a punishment as a well behaved girl. This was nothing more than play between lovers. Still, it would do her well to remember who was in charge. "Ready, my love?" She managed a small peep and sighed as his hand left her bare skin. Will raised the cane and brought it down halfheartedly across her rear. Nevertheless, the bolt of pain caused her to cry out and she rose up. He did not move but held his hand on her bare shoulder and waited for her to calm. A slight pink stripe colored her otherwise pristine bottom. Her instinct was to cry out, to complain, but she knew she couldn't. All she wanted was for him to be proud of her. If that took dozens of stripes she would take them proudly. Without a word from him, she placed her palms against the bedspread and steeled herself. He stepped back, measuring the distance and admired the sight of his beautiful girlfriend presenting her bare rear to him. His cock swelled proudly. In some way it was a test. He already loved her and knew what she was capable of but proving it, just one more time, would please him greatly. The rattan whistled through the air and struck the full flesh of her backside. Rather than cry out and embarrass herself, she bit her lower lip. Unable to stop them, tears flowed down her flush cheeks. William noticed her crying and eased his strokes. He lay three more across her full backside. "Please, William!" She cried out, hands anxiously rubbing her backside. She was too embarrassed to admit how much it hurt. The round cheeks of her bum were lined with thin pink stripes. It raced through her body, causing her to tremble and cry. "No more, please. It stings like the blazes," she sobbed openly now. He knew the point had been made and didn't have it in him to inflict more distress to the woman he loved. He turned her body, now weeping and shaking, so she faced him. His arms wrapped around her and he she sighed deeply. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she hoped he didn't notice. "It's ok, my sweet," he said, lowering his lips to her face and softly kissing away her tears. It made her swoon. She gave in and held him close. They swayed slowly, two lovers holding to one another. He felt the thin layer of fur between her legs and his cock hardened pressing against the folds of her sex. She was wet and moaned softly as his hardness responded to her body. "Did I take it well?" Her eyes looked up at him, pleading. "How was I?" His lips pressed against her, a warm, wet touch that she succumbed to easily. "You were magnificent. I'm very proud of you." His thumb circled her nipple and she breathed heavily, pulling him into her. She grinded against him, forgetting the burn of the cane and followed his lead as he pushed her onto the bed. She was ready for him, wet and dripping. Looking into her eyes and the tears just now starting to dry on her cheeks, he slowly slid his sceptre into her. Her body rolled, twisting on the mattress as the feeling overwhelmed her once more. This man, one who knew well the pain of the schoolboy's cane, pleased her like no other. Once more she quaked, this time from her coming orgasm, as the Prince replaced the glowing pain with a rending orgasm that awakened the attendants downstairs. The Prince and The Goddess Greetings SciFi and Fantasy readers of Literotica. This is my first submission in this category and I hope you like it. It is also my entry for the Earth Day Contest, so be sure to vote and leave a comment after reading it. I would like to take this opportunity to thank to my eagle eyed editor KatieTay and also Etaski for her creative input and advice on my little project here. ** "Please, my Goddess. I beg of you on my knees." King Ferrante was actually on his knees as he made the request. The supreme ruler of the vast Valerian empire knew that all his mighty honours and glories counted for nothing in front of this being. She just looked at his subservient form with a disinterested stare. "I do not interfere in the insignificant matters of you humans. I have a universe to rule, one in which your kind barely features." "But, my Goddess. You chose this planet as your home. Surely, you must have some attachment to us." She laughed at his entreating tone. "That was mere coincidence. I have no special affection for your kind." She paused a bit to study the King's expression. "And besides, why should I help you in your war against Castillion? I do not normally intervene in these petty conflicts." The King took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before continuing. "This war shall be death of us, your Highness. The two titanic kingdoms are so evenly matched that the war would go on for all eternity. I am pleading you to grant my armies a swift victory before any more blood is shed." "It does not matter to me. I could easily create a species to replace you if you do perish in this conflict. Now, I would suggest you return to your capital and wage war. There is nothing more for you here." "Please, my Goddess, I beg of you. We shall build a massive temple for you in our capital, made of pure ivory. It would be the largest temple in our kingdom." Eirene yawned at the last entreaty. "How does it matter to me? I do not in the least bit care how you insignificant creatures worship me. Now go, before you earn my ire." Ferrante sensed the slightly menacing edge in her voice. In a moment of anger, she could wipe out the entire human race. Desperately, he tried again. "Please, my Goddess, we shall give you gold beyond your wildest dreams." Her shrill laughter cut the still air. "Gold? What shall I do with gold?" Fixing him in her piercing gaze, Eirene coldly intoned, "Do not anger me, puny king. I have slain all my brothers and sisters to become sole ruler of the universe. Do not imagine that I would hesitate an instant before annihilating your kind. Now leave." Realizing the futility of his endeavour, Ferrante ruefully turned around to leave. He tried one last time before going. "Anything. I will give you anything you desire." "Anything?" The good King stopped dead in his tracks. A thin ray of hope had penetrated the murky despair in his mind. He turned around slowly, not daring to believe his own ears. "Yes, my Goddess. Anything that you want will be yours," he said, with some amount of excessive enthusiasm in his voice. "The Queen is with child, is she not?" "She is, my Goddess," the King said, with rising hope in his tone. "I foresee it being a wonderful baby boy. He shall grow up into the most handsome young man in your empire. My request concerns him." The King listened on curiously. Inwardly, a small part of him was glowing with pride knowing he would have a handsome young son. "I want to make that young boy into a man. At the start of his eighteenth year, he shall come to my palace and I shall take his innocence." Ferrante was deep in thought. He would never have expected such an unusual request. He pondered over possibly whoring out his unborn son for a while, as Eirene spoke again. "So do I have this request? I will be that young man's first lover." Ferrante nodded in silent approval, wondering why she wanted it. But in keeping with all the other things she dealt with, this was beyond his human understanding. He just wished that his future prince would one day see it the same way. "It shall be done, my Goddess." She smiled in his direction, a small hint of a smile, but a smile nevertheless. "Go back to your battle, King Ferrante. I bestow infallible luck on your side. Every indecisive moment in the war will go in your favour." The King bowed in gratitude. He had won his war, but he did not yet know what kind of price he had to pay for it. He now had the ignominious task of telling the Queen that her first child's virginity was the price they had to pay for victory. ** EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER The Valerian empire was rejoicing. The mighty kingdom of Castillion had finally been vanquished. They remembered, merely two decades back how the war was evenly matched and both sides were sustaining heavy losses. Then, their army suddenly began making spectacular gains in battle. That, coupled with some inexplicable misfortunes that had befallen the rival army, paved the way for several stirring victories. Now, eighteen years since they had begun to make this unprecedented progress in the war, the final Castillion bastion had fallen. The army, led by the young Prince Fenthwick had finally brought the war to conclusion. He was returning to his capital, to a hero's welcome. He sat regally on his horse as the soldiers followed him in formation. Every Valerian stood by the roadside and cheered as he made his way through the main avenue. Prince Fenthwick was the envy of the empire. He had grown into a handsome young man. His features were the subject of much speculation and fantasy among the female population of Valeria. His appeal cut across the swath of his people. From barely pubescent girls giggling in their rooms to the gratifying moans of matronly ladies and all in between, he was the single point of focus. All this and he was still a few days shy of his eighteenth birthday. The soldiers spoke of his fearless nature- how he wantonly rushed into enemy soldiers and dispatched them with his blade. No one had been able to lay a wound on him. It was as if he was blessed from above. The King and Queen welcomed him back in a joyous affair. They had discussed privately that he should be told of the price for ending the war that very night. It would give him a few days to digest the news. After a sumptuous celebratory banquet, Fenthwick decided to turn in for the night. He was about to fall asleep, when he felt a soft touch on his forehead. Opening his eyes a sliver, he saw his mother, Queen Sandra, standing near his head and gently caressing his forehead with her slender fingers. He gave her a sleepy smile as she engulfed him in a warm motherly embrace. "My child, come to our private chamber. We have something important to discuss." Curiously, he followed her to his parent's chamber. The King was sitting on the bed, unable to face his son. Sandra sat him down at the foot of the bed. "We want you to know how much we love you and how proud we are of you. You are all that we could have hoped for in an heir. We were blessed to have you as our child." Fenthwick nodded as his mother went on. His father was looking down into the plush velvet of the bed. "In the time before you were born, the terrible war raged through the continent claiming thousands of lives everyday. It did not look like Valeria would be triumphant in the conflict. Your father, in desperation, turned to Goddess Eirene for intervention." Ferrante continued to stare away from his son. "After much imploring, the Goddess decided to sway the tide of battle in our favour, but she wanted something in return- you." Taken aback at this last statement, he blurted out, "Me? I don't understand." His parents faced each other momentarily, deciding how best to tell him. The King did not have the courage to as much as face him. Sandra took a deep breath and gathered her words before starting. "She wants to be your first lover." It took a few moments for the full weight of this statement to sink into Fenthwick's mind. He closed his eyes in silent contemplation as his parents eyed him uneasily. It seemed like an eternity before he spoke again. "Goddess Eirene wants to take my virginity? Why?" His mother softly answered, "We do not know. No one knows in fact. She is the sole ruler of the entire universe. We cannot guess her motives." The true meaning of this pact was still registering in his mind. He had been whored out by his father even before he was born, all for a greater good. Ever since his birth, he had been groomed for this time. He had, unknowingly, been the true cause of his empire's victory. It all made sense now- how nothing could hurt him in battle, how enemy arrows and blades conveniently missed him. "What about Catherine?" Catherine was his childhood sweetheart. They were very much in love and had saved themselves for each other when they came of age. He had no idea that someone else had already laid claim to his virginity even before his birth. "She will understand. Everybody will understand. No one will dare think any less of you for your actions, for it would mean indirectly disrespecting Eirene. If you are a hero now, think of how much you will rise in the eyes of Valeria, knowing that you were responsible for the victory." He pondered over her words. His mother added with an evocative glint in her eyes, "You should enjoy it as well. After all, no one else has ever been in a position to fornicate with a Goddess." Suddenly, Fenthwick felt faint. There was something he had not thought of at all. Something which scared him. What if he did not perform well enough? Eirene was not one to be displeased. She could take out her frustration at his empire. He was fully aware of the terrifying extent of her abilities. In a massive war among the Gods and Goddesses several millennia ago, she had slaughtered every other God and Goddess. She was truly, the one true overlord of the universe. Her powers were infinite. Also, would she hurt him? Even unintentionally. She might not intend to do so, but being a manifestation of that much power, she could easily maim him if not kill him. He broke into a cold sweat as he considered the various possibilities that could unfold. But the thing that scared him the most was that he had no idea why he was put in this position. What could Eirene possibly want with him, that she interceded in such a violent conflict just to have his virginity? Not knowing was a truly terrifying feeling. Did he even have a say in this? He could not refuse a command directly from the Goddess. His parents were observing his fleeting expressions as he considered the full range of what he was going to have to do. Finally, after a long silence, he lifted his head. "I am Fenthwick Laroque, prince of the Valerian empire. I am a soldier and I will do what it takes to preserve the safety of my kingdom. Therefore, I agree to give the Goddess what she wants." Sandra engulfed him in a tight hug and kept whispering how proud she was of him in his ear. King Ferrante still could not bear to face his son. Many miles away, Goddess Eirene smiled her first real smile in a long time. ** Most Valerian youths consider their eighteenth birthday as the final step in their childhood. They are now considered adults by the world. Some celebrate this with wine, while others prefer the more primal pleasures of adulthood. Fenthwick would be celebrating it differently from anyone else. A week had gone by since his mother told him about his father's pact with the Goddess. He had spent the week in solitude, trying to prepare himself for what he had to do. The news had spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom. The reactions ranged from incredulity to disbelief. No one dared even harbour negative thoughts towards this arrangement as it would earn them the wrath of Eirene herself. Fenthwick's fame had reached previously unimaginable heights as every conversation in the kingdom focussed on his impending task. He got an ocean of letters advising him how to best please the Goddess. The only voice he truly cared about was Catherine. While Catherine might have been inwardly sad that she would not be his first, she realized the futility of her grief. There was no way, she could convince him to deny Eirene. However, she feared that after copulating with the celestial divinity herself, Fenthwick would lose interest in her. He steadfastly promised her that he would return and be hers forever. This encounter would mean nothing to him. It was just something he would have to do. She agreed to his view and released him from his vow to her. She further promised that she would be waiting for him when he returned. He wore his finest garments and his gold edged tunic. He rode is horse across the plains until finally he saw her fabulous palace from a distance. It was on Earth and yet it was somehow unearthly in its look. It looked grander than anything the human mind could possibly conceive with it's impossibly high minarets and spires disappearing into the clouds. The entire structure was built of material so white, that it dazzled in the sun from a distance. From inside the recesses of that building, Eirene looked over the entire universe. It was also where young Fenthwick would be deflowered. He rode up to the gates and shackled his horse to a nearby tree. Taking a deep breath, he approached the gate. It swung open on its own. A towering Seraphim angel descended from the sky. He took a step back as she folded her massive wings behind her. Her metallic armour glittered in the sunlight and she had a kindly expression on her face. "The Goddess has been expecting you. Come with me, young prince." Still in awe of her magnificent splendour, he followed her through the lush green undulating terrain that ever so gently sloped upwards towards the central structure. The angel went on. "She has really been looking forward to this day. I have even suggested she speed up time to make it come faster, but she was defiant that you should get to enjoy your childhood and grow up to be a man before she meets you. You may be aware that she looked out for you all your life." He was aware. Someone could lunge straight at his heart with a blade and it would miss him. He always suspected higher forces at play, but never imagined anything quite on this scale. Once inside the massive structure, he was escorted to the court of the Goddess. Eirene ruled with an iron fist from here. He sensed he would get to see her legendary retribution in action. He saw her on a throne which rested atop a pyramidal structure. From this lofty height, she looked down upon a creature of darkness. The creature's limbs were shackled as he stood there, defiantly. "You have been found guilty of creating your own species and letting them loose on my planets, where they have been harming my own creations. Do you have anything to say?" There was no reply. Fenthwick peered up at her visage. It was plain and impassive as she considered what to say next. "It pains me. You are the last of your kind, the ones who have the power to create beings of your own. Your kind have existed from before I came to power, hence I did not get to temper your race. I hoped they would not transgress their boundaries, but they did so, repeatedly." There was not so much as a flicker of emotion in her eyes as she surveyed the chained beast. High above the floor, there was a brilliant flash of white light. The dazzling illumination travelled down and enveloped the creature. In that instant, it passed from beast, to silhouette, to legend. In the very next moment, the flash was gone and not a sign of him remained. Eirene shook her head sadly. Her eyes travelled up the floor to the back of the court. Fenthwick stood there, in silent awe of what he had just witnessed. She rose from her seat and slowly made her way down the steps. Each step carried the regal elegance of a benevolent celestial overlord. He was still dazed as she walked up to him. Reaching out her slender arm, she ran a finger from his forehead down his cheek and neck. "So beautiful. As if I had formed you from clay with my own hands." Broken out of his reverie, Fenthwick hurriedly got on his knees in a reverent gesture. His eyes remained wide open, trying to make sense of what was about to happen. "Follow me to my bedchamber, young man." He quietly walked behind her. Not daring to look ahead. The walk seemed to last forever. A new feeling had made it's way into Fenthwick's psyche- fear. No matter, how much he had steeled himself for this eventuality, he could not deny that he was afraid as ever. He tried his best to hide his fear and put up a brave front, but failed miserably. His forehead was plastered with tiny beads of cold sweat. He clasped his palms together, but they were shaking with fear. A nameless dread permeated his being. His eyes followed the graceful elegance of Eirene as she glided through the corridors. Several involuntary shudders coursed through his spine as he struggled to walk steadily. Finally, she stopped in front of a large ornate door studded with dazzling gemstones, hitherto unseen by the human eye. It opened into a large bedchamber. The walls were whiter than pure ivory and a strange ethereal ambience filled the room. The doors closed behind them. There was no escape now. She went over and sat at the edge of her luxurious bed. Softly, she ushered him in front of her. Each step seemed to take an eternity as he inched his way across the void between them. Finally, he stood before her. From this distance, he could see her features clearly. This was the closest any human had been to her. She was a few inches taller than him. Her face was beautifully crafted, almost sculpted. The radiant complexion of her skin gave a glow to her countenance. Two thin, beautifully arched eyebrows framed her eyes. The eyes themselves were pale green, like the Earth she had created for them. Behind those eyes was that mind that ruled the entire cosmos, the way a benevolent mother takes care of her pride. She seemed capable of much love and much fury, should it be required. "Why are you afraid, my child?" That sentence pierced his stoical demeanour. He fell to his knees and clasped his hands in an imploring gesture. "Please don't hurt me, my Goddess. Please. My parents love me a lot, my subjects love me a lot. They would be heartbroken if I did not make it back home. Please, my Goddess, let me go back unharmed. My one true love Catherine will never be able to recover from her grief should some harm befall me." She studied his expression minutely. There were tears flowing down his cheeks in tiny rivulets. His body was gently wracked by his sobs. All his preparation and mental fortitude had failed miserably when the time came. He just stood there, facing the ground, sobbing like baby. The mighty warrior prince had never been so afraid of anything in his life. He felt an open palm against his chin. It slowly raised his face until he was directly facing her. He tried turning away, but she gently turned his face back towards her. "Come here, young Fenthwick. Come into my arms and give me all those fears." Tentatively, he walked into her open arms. She stood up off the bed and enveloped him in her embrace. He seemed surprised as she buried her face in his shoulder and just held on to him. He knew that she could take away his free will and make him do what she wanted, but she did not. "Do not be afraid, young man. You have just stepped out of childhood and are on the cusp of being an adult. One day, you shall be king, just like your father is now." He stood there, trying to make sense of it all. Eirene hugged harder. There was a soothing quality to her voice which assuaged his fears somewhat. The Prince and The Goddess "I shall not hurt you in any way. You have my word. This is the promise of a Goddess, my child. You shall return unharmed." With some hesitation, he hugged her back. His hands clasped behind her slender back. "You have so much to learn, my boy. Your halcyon years unfurl before you. Take off your robe so that I may see you as you were meant to be seen." His hands involuntarily moved to the lining of his tunic. This would be a new experience for him. No one had seen his nude body since his mother bathed him as a child. He stopped, contemplating his next course of action. He would soon be exposed in front of Eirene. "Would you like me to do it for you?" Fenthwick looked up into her eyes. There was nothing but warmth radiating from them. It put him at ease and he slowly nodded. She winked in his direction and his clothes disappeared. The sudden nature of his undressing shocked him as he desperately tried to cover himself with his hands. "Do not try to cover yourself. Let me see you in your beautiful entirety." With a lot of trepidation, he slowly moved his hands away from his nether regions. Her gaze remained fixed on his groin as his limp penis slowly came into view. She reached out with her slender fingers to touch it, but Fenthwick involuntarily took a backward step. She smiled and reached her fingers out further to just gently brush against his head. The touch was gentle, just a mere rustle, but it caused Fenthwick to squirm as an involuntary jolt of pleasure coursed up his spine. This little hop amused her somewhat. Eirene gently held his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, lifting it and observing it from all angles. She lowered her head until it was level with his testicles and raised the shaft. This left the underside exposed to her gaze. He looked around the room, trying not to think of what was about to happen. He shuddered as the tip of her long forefinger lightly tapped the base of his turgid member. The fingertip traced a line to the very tip of his organ. It then slowly moved back down to his testes. While the other hand still held up his member, she grasped his balls gently. Taking her time to fondle each ball lovingly, she began a slow stroking motion on his shaft. He took a deep breath, stifling his arousal. Soon, he felt a warm wetness against the underside of his organ. Looking down, he saw her tongue making long strokes up and down his shaft. He gritted his teeth and stood firm, determined not to show her his approval. She stopped abruptly and stood up. Using two hands, she held his face in place and looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze was no longer affectionate like before, but piercing and questioning. She was looking for an answer on his face. He looked scared, but defiant in his own way. If Eirene wanted his virginity, she was going to have to take it. His heart only beat for Catherine. "Is something wrong, young man? You do not seem willing. Do you not want me to be your first?" He tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat. His, now latent, fear would not let him openly defy her. She looked on patiently as he formed the words in his mind. Finally, summoning as much courage as he could, he spoke. "You can have me, my Goddess, but not mistake my willingness for pleasure. I am here to fulfil a pact my father made with you." She studied his bravado for some time. Inwardly he was still fearful, but he put up a brave front. She had expected nothing less. "It appears you have a lot to learn, young Fenthwick. You have a good heart, but you do not yet possess the wisdom that makes a man. Come with me, we shall copulate later. I will show you some things that you need to see." Saying this, she turned towards the door. It opened slowly. Fenthwick gasped at what he saw. He was expecting to see the corridor he had just come from. Instead he saw the vast universe spread before him. The door opened to the infinite expanse of celestial bodies, dotting the black space. His eyes were wide open as he gazed on in silent awe. Eirene slowly made her way to the door and took an outward step. Instead of falling into bottomless empty space, she stood on an invisible floor. Taking a few steps forward, she turned around to face him. "Your first lesson is faith. There will come times in your life when you will need faith, when you will need to trust someone else. As a ruler, you will need to have faith in those you select as your subordinates. A king who is constantly suspicious of the world around him is an incompetent monarch." He listened intently as she went on. "Have faith, Fenthwick. Have faith that I shall not let you fall into the cosmic abyss you see. Step out of that door and come to me." Fenthwick was long past protecting his modesty. Eirene had just asked him to walk out onto nothingness. He tentatively took a step towards the door. It was not a big step, but significant in the context. A few more small steps later, he stood at the threshold of the door. Looking down, he saw infinite space. "Do not be afraid, my child. Have faith. Take the next step." There was something in her expression that inspired confidence. Taking a deep breath, the Valerian prince took a stride into space. His foot met solid ground. He looked to see that it was nothing tangible. He took another step forward. It seemed as if he was standing on a glass floor. He could see the grand universe going through the motions around him. Slowly he made his way to her side. She draped her arm over his bare back and guided him forward. "Walk with me." They walked around in space as he gaped open mouthed at all the stars and galaxies swirling around while she led the way. "Look carefully, young boy, I shall show you something." Fenthwick immediately faced her in rapt attention. She held his hand and guided him near a large planet. He gasped as he saw the massive cities that covered the entire landscape. The people there seemed different, far more evolved and advanced than humans. The buildings, the attire were all unlike anything he could ever have imagined. They seemed to preparing for some sort of battle as they gathered in masses. She smiled wistfully into the starry horizon. "They were my masterpieces. Millions of years ago, long before I even thought about making humans, I created them. I put so much thought into it. So much blood and sweat and labour behind making sure each and every single being turned out perfect. And now.." Her tone shifted. Fenthwick was surprised at the emotional edge to her voice. "And now they are building engines of war to colonize their neighbouring planets. I gave them the gifts of intelligence, resourcefulness and strength, far beyond what I bestowed upon you humans. They choose to misuse these gifts and wreak havoc on my other creations. I cannot allow that to happen." Saying this, she ruefully snapped her fingers and the entire planet spontaneously disintegrated into cosmic dust. An almighty race of galactic marauders vanished in an instant, not leaving behind a trace. Fenthwick stared at the swirling cloud that was once the planet slowly dissipate into the distant black recesses of space. He heard a faint weeping from his side and turned to see Eirene gently wiping a few tears away from the corners of those transcendentally hypnotic eyes. "I really wish I did not have to do that. I worked so hard on them and loved them so much. Now it's all gone." He just stood there, on the invisible floor of space, amazed at the emotional turmoil the Goddess was going through. And yet she had not thought twice before snapping her fingers. She took a deep breath and continued. "This is what you must learn Fenthwick. You may be just the ruler of one kingdom, encompassing one planet, but even within that microcosm of leadership, you will have to take several crucial decisions, make heart wrenching choices and you must ensure that you make the right one every time." "How do I know which is the right choice, your Highness?" Still in the aftermath of her sadness, she replied. "It will be the one that hurts you the most." They stood there, gazing at the inky black background surrounded by a multitude of celestial bodies. "Follow me. There is still much to learn." He silently nodded, letting the entirety of this lesson register in his mind. She led him further out into space. She stood by his side and let her hand gently snake down and fondle his penis and balls. Her gentle ministrations elicited a few unconscious moans from Fenthwick. Taking it as a sign of encouragement, Eirene bent down low. Once more, she held his shaft up by one hand and slowly began licking the underside of it with long deliberate strokes. The other hand gently cupped his balls and rolled them between her fingers. Fenthwick no longer felt like he was being forced into something. Eirene was simply sharing some of her infinite knowledge with him, imparting wisdom. Her tongue skilfully traced out wet circles on his tender sac. He had initially been afraid she might be too powerful for him and physically hurt him, but now he saw that she was tender with his virginity. She wanted to ensure that he enjoyed the softness of her actions. There was no urgency, no rush as she took her time to carefully go over every bit of his penis. She gradually increased the speed of her actions. Soon, the entire circumference of his member was coated with her saliva. She grasped it in one hand and held the tip agonizingly close to her luscious lips. Peering up at him, she asked. "Do you want this?" He prayed in his heart that Catherine would forgive him for enjoying this as much as he was and nodded. Eirene gently let the head past her ruby red lips. Just keeping the head inside, she gently sucked on it. Her other hand moved to and fro in a slow motion. Taking his soft moans as encouragement, she took more and more of him into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped over the head once more. He watched in erotic amazement as her silky lips moved back and forth along the length of his penis. It was an indescribable feeling, but somewhere in his heart he felt guilty that it was not with Catherine. From the depths of his bowels, Fenthwick felt a stirring. He had only heard about this feeling before as it slowly grew. It felt strangely pleasurable as it expanded and soon he could feel waves of feeling coursing over him. It came to a tumultuous climax as he ejected deep into Eirene's throat. Gasping for air and sweating profusely, he looked upon her in amazement as she slowly rose. "I hope you liked that, young Fenthwick. We have so much more of your tender body to explore before our time is up. Now follow me." He nodded hurriedly and followed her lead. She walked some distance before stopping in front of a curious green and blue cosmic body. It had large swathes of blue with masses of green in it and was shrouded by an airy mist. "You see that, young prince? Can you tell me what it is?" Fenthwick thought it over but found no reasonable answer. It was a titanic body, unlike anything he had seen before. He shook his head. "Why it is your home planet, my prince. It is your father's dominion now. Some day, it shall be yours to rule as well." He looked on, amazed at the sheer scale of his home planet, his empire. He felt an inward sense of pride at being prince of this planet of his. The Goddess waved her arm, and suddenly his precious planet got smaller. He was now looking at it from a larger scale. Now there were nine such cosmic bodies, moving in harmonious paths around a central glowing body, which he assumed was the sun. Another wave later, he was even further away, and Earth had receded into a speck in the black abyss of the universe and then it finally disappeared altogether. Bewildered he turned to face Eirene. She smiled benevolently in his direction. "You see young prince. Your dominion fades to nothingness in comparison to the universal scheme, an insignificant spark in the celestial inferno that I forge. But even so, you are as much a part of my universe as the largest of the planets and stars. You are all different and each have your own roles to play and I love you all." He looked at her with a puzzled expression, unable to understand what she was saying. She sensed his confusion. "Young prince, you must learn two things here. Firstly, you must not strive to exceed the boundaries I have set on your kind. You should respect your limits. Secondly, despite what you have just seen, you should know that you are dear to me. You are my creations and as much a part of my universe as anything else. Never forget that, young Fenthwick." She led him away to the dark side of the moon. Once shielded from the fiery sun, she gently kissed him. Her tongue caressed the inside of his mouth, feeling and prodding the different regions ever so gently. He did not reciprocate as well as she would have liked but she continued unperturbed. Eirene lay down and spread her legs, ushering him between them. He complied curiously. "I want you to use your tongue now, young prince. Let your instinct guide you as you navigate your first feminine crevices." Fenthwick remained transfixed on her vaginal opening. It was pale pink around the edges, seamlessly melding into a deep red as he moved towards the inner fleshy lips, like the tender petals of a rose in full bloom. His instinct told him to kiss the inner thighs first and slowly move in towards the lips. Her moans of pleasure indicated he was doing well. Encouraged, he gently extended his tongue to her luscious outer lips. In his heart, he felt at a pang of sorrow at not being able to give this pleasure to Catherine. His efforts elicited further moans of ecstasy from Eirene as he repeated his motion over and over again. In some part of his brain, the barrier between coercion and enthusiasm was dissolving as he was really trying his best to please her. Abruptly, he pulled back, guilt writ large on his face. The tender, quivering, pink orifice spread out invitingly in front of him, but he could not bring himself to push his face back towards it. All he saw in the glistening, luscious flesh was a reflection of his own guilt at enjoying it. "Does something plague you my prince?" "I.. I..." the words remained half-formed. She discerned his emotions soon enough. "We can take our time. I want you to enjoy this as much as possible. You do not have to feel the heavy weight of guilt burdening you down. You can lie back and watch while I finish what you started." Nodding, Fenthwick rested on his elbows as Eirene gently lowered a slender fingertip to her wet outer lips. He watched, fascinated, as her finger slid into her slick opening. He could see it go deeper and deeper until it was entirely buried inside her sopping wet sex. Her body writhed and shook as she added another finger and started moving them in vigorous circles. Her mouth parted to let out a carnal symphony of pristine pleasure. The sounds of her rising pleasure resonated throughout the emptiness of the cosmos, reverberating, feeding upon itself until all Fenthwick could hear was the sweet aria of the waves of orgasmic bliss resonating through her being. The notes of her moaning caressed his ear as she rose to higher octaves, rising higher and higher still until she reached the crescendo of her climax. He gazed on in open-mouthed amazement as she panted and gasped back to a normal tone, pleasure etched into every pore of her face. She lowered her robe once more and rose. "Come now, my prince. We have one more lesson to learn." She gently held his hand and guided him through more of her cosmic realm. Fenthwick already felt wiser than the rest of humanity. The space seemed to shrink around him. It became smaller and smaller until he seemed to be on the outside looking in at Eirene's realm. Clusters of stars and planets had coalesced into tiny specks -- the entirety of the universe, condensed to these masses of light. It all seemed so finite, so fathomable all of a sudden. The mistress of this entire realm turned to face Fenthwick, a kind expression on her face. "You see those, young prince. They are my creations, my children. I love them all. I love all of you with all my heart. Sometimes I must be harsh, but it is in the greater interest of my domain." He listened on, intently as she continued. "I have made a wonderful home for you humans. It has all that you need to satiate your needs. Cherish it. Live in peace among yourselves and those all around you. Respect the boundaries I have set for you. That is all I desire. This is the essence of what I wanted you to know." He drank in the last of her words. At the time, they seemed to be standing on a plane going beyond the universe, a possibility space from where one could comprehend the entire scale of the grand cosmos at work. No mortal had ever seen this or would ever see this. "Lie down, my prince. Let us finish the pact for which you are here." Still in awe of what he had just witnessed and heard, he lay down. His body moving involuntarily, somehow dissociated from his will. Soon, he was lying flat on the solid nothingness of space, his member proudly pointing upwards. The Goddess stood over him, her gaze fixed on his nether regions. Once more exposing her wet lower lips, she slowly sank on his member. The new feeling was indescribable to young Fenthwick. It was unlike anything he could ever have imagined as his turgid member was ensconced in her velvety soft vagina. It tightly gripped his erection, like a glove one size too small. Slowly, she began moving up and down on his hardness. Fenthwick gently reached out to hold her sides as she continued her motion. The speed was slow at first and she controlled his movements. Her hips moved in perfect harmony. The barrier between reluctance and pleasure broke in his young mind as he felt the urge to please Eirene overwhelming his senses. His upward thrusts caught her by surprise, but she smiled at his initiative. He wanted to be do this now, not just a fulfilling of a pact. Their movements were in perfect sync as she threw her head back and arched her back, letting out a sweet moan of unbridled ecstasy as his erection ploughed deeper and deeper into her. Eirene could feel the effort he was putting in as her vaginal muscles contracted around him. She leaned forward to bring their faces close together. In his eyes, he saw a childlike wonder and innocent love in his eyes. Eirene was no longer taking Fenthwick's virginity. He was giving it to her. For the second time in an hour, he felt a stirring deep within his bowels. He knew he was going to deposit his seed inside Eirene, but something had changes since she had taken his seed in her mouth the first time. He was willing to give it now. The frequency of their mutual motions increased as he neared his release. She increased the tempo gradually and soon they were feverishly bucking and thrashing against each other. The nascent climax grew inside him, growing, feeding upon itself, rising higher and higher, until it finally broke in and drowned him in a deluge of pleasure. He gasped as wave upon wave of ecstasy coursed through his body, firing every nerve as it passed. His engorged prick deposited load after load deep inside Eirene. She rolled off him, spent from her exertions. The lay side by side gazing at the starry expanse before them. "I liked looking at the stars when I was younger, my Goddess. Lying on my back on the green grass, they held so much mystery for me." Eirene lovingly draped her arm around him and placed her head on his shoulder. "The universe is a large and mysterious place, whose intricacies are beyond your ability to comprehend. Leave that to your Goddess. You just enjoy the splendour of what I have laid out for you." The Prince and The Goddess Fenthwick was still gazing at the stars, when he felt a warm touch on his flaccid member. Looking down, he saw her grasping at it once more and looking at him with an expectant smile. Her slender fingers gently caressed the sensitive head. He smiled in her direction giving his assent to her tender ministrations. Soon, his organ stirred back to life as her magical fingers imparted hardness to it. Eirene lovingly cupped his balls with her other hand as her fingers now encircled his rapidly hardening member. His hand gently reached inside her robe to play with her full breasts. They made contact with the soft, supple mounds as she gave a small moan, indicating her approval for his actions. Instinctively, he fondled them and squeezed them, paying special attention to her nipples. She smiled and her robe disappeared. Now she was as bare as the young prince who lay beside her. She turned on her side to face him, her hand moving from his now erect prick to gently caress his lean body. She ran a fingertip from the middle of his neck, down his sternum and back again. Softly, she straddled him and gently continued to touch various parts of his hairless torso. Lowering her lips, she gently kissed around his stomach region. Fenthwick closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling as her lips planted several soft kisses along the length and breadth of his bare chest. He felt her wet lips nibble at his neck and chin before they were on his lips. He opened his eyes suddenly to see her eyes almost touching his. They were close enough for her eyelashes to gently brush his face. Her blue eyes seemed like pools of affection. His smile parted and she gently pushed her tongue inside his mouth and played with his. He returned the kiss with an exquisite ardency he did not know himself to be capable of. She broke the kiss and raised her face a bit, her eyes ablaze with lust. "You must take charge now, my prince." Saying this, she got on all fours and arched her back to him. "Enter me from behind, Fenthwick. Do as your primal self dictates. Let your base, carnal urges be your guide." He knelt down behind her and tentatively prodded her behind with his organ. She raised her hips so that his hardened tool was in contact with her slick lower lips. She gently pushed back against him and the tip of his organ entered her. Eirene gave a satisfied sigh and pushed her hips backward. Taking cue, he thrust forward and buried his entire length inside her in a single stroke. She gasped at the welcome entry. His hands were on her hips as he pushed her forward and recoiled for another stroke. Her eyes closed in anticipation, yearning for the moment of the next contact. Soon, his pelvis slammed against her soft posterior causing it to shake on impact. She let out a soft moan. The settled into a steady rhythm as he kept thrusting into her with force. She rose up and turned her neck to face Fenthwick as he kept up his sharp rapier like strokes. Eirene placed her soft lips on his and gently pushed her tongue past them. There was no resistance as he lost himself in the torrid passion of the kiss. Even while they kissed, Fenthwick slowly increased the frequency of his languid strokes into her gushing sex. His hips worked in an increasing rhythm, building the intensity of his orgasm. He wrapped his hands across her breasts. Her moans indicated and imminent orgasm as he redoubled his efforts. She gasped at this renewed vigour and thrust back to meet his motions. Within seconds, she lost herself in the throes of a mighty climax as her body shook and her head was thrown back to emit a loud cry of pleasure from the depths of her being. A mighty groan from him announced his climax as once more, he spewed thick ropes of his cum deep inside her. Too tired to move, he fell asleep, wrapped in her arms. He awoke to find himself in Eirene's bedchamber once more. They were both fully robed and she sat at the foot of the bed and smiled genially at him. "You did very well, young Fenthwick. It was my first time in thousands of years and I am satiated. Now, I feel somehow closer to you humans, somehow more connected to this planet." He got out of bed and bowed low in front of her. She got on her knees and raised him by his shoulders. "You need not bow to me any more. Now go back to your people. Remember all that you have seen and heard today." Still dazed, Fenthwick stepped out into the hallway and began making his way out. He passed several Seraphims and angels along the way, all of whom gave him knowing smiles. And thus, Fenthwick Laroque, prince of the Valerian empire, future king of the entire earthly realm, left the gates of Eirene's divine abode, wiser than all of humanity. ** THIRTY YEARS LATER Eirene walked through the recesses of space accompanied by a peculiar being. The being looked humanoid but there were distinct differences in his jawline and his ears were larger. His beady eyes darted in different directions as she escorted his nude form to a celestial body. He looked on, curiously. It was unlike anything he had seen in his young life. It was a green and blue cosmic body shrouded in clouds and mist. She stopped in front of it. "See that planet, my prince. It is called Earth." His eyes went wide as he surveyed the planet before him. Eirene seemed to suppressing some inner turmoil as she gathered all her thoughts and spoke once more. "The ruler of this empire held a special place in my heart. I taught him well, or so I thought. Now he seeks to go beyond the limits I set on his species and colonize the nearby planets as part of his empire. I cannot let that happen. Watch carefully, young prince." She regretfully snapped her fingers and the entire planet disappeared in a flash. The prince gaped on, slack jawed at the void that an instant ago had been a mighty planet, teeming with inhabitants. His attention turned to the Goddess who gently wiped some moisture from the corners of her eyes. "I dearly wished I did not have to do that. I loved the ruler so much and now..." Instinctively, the young prince held out a hand to console her. His fingertips reached up to wipe her tears away. She composed herself soon and regained her regal elegance. "This is what you must learn, young prince. As a ruler, you will have to make choices that will tear your soul apart. Choices that are harder than you can imagine and yet choices that you have to make. You must make the right choice every time." "How will I know which is the right choice, my Goddess?" "It is the one that will hurt you the most." His gaze returned to the empty space where Earth had been. He was slowly understanding why Eirene had insisted on being his first. "Come this way, young prince. You still have much to learn." I have a version of this story with a different ending written down. If you want, I can email the doc file of that to you. Just ask for it with the private email feedback facility.