18 comments/ 44980 views/ 106 favorites Betrothed to a T-Girl Princess By: SugarandSalt Midday sun warmed the far wall. A small rectangular window provided sunlight sufficient to count the dots on the floor by. The prince didn't have many other options to spend his time on. He could either count dots or imagine how his mock trial and very real execution would go. Seven hundred and forty-six dots... seven hundred and forty-seven- The young prince's neck felt a sudden itch at the prospect of the guillotine. Seven hundred and forty-eight... seven hundred and forty-nine- Prince Henry solved his desperate need for a mental distraction by revisiting the events that led him to his present situation. Only a few days took him from celebrated prince to locked away in the dungeon of his own castle. Perhaps the worst part of it all was that Prince Henry hadn't actually had much hand in his fate. Another image of the guillotine flashed through Henry's brain, reminding him that the worst part of it all was yet to come. The poor boy didn't even know yet that a rusty old guillotine shouldn't have been the worst of his worries. You'll agree this was hardly the prince's fault. The decisions weren't his to make. His mom had made them. His mom!-Henry's brain sidetracked again. He feared for her life as much as his own. Conflict with a neighboring power had led to this mess. A power struggle was what brought the prince to his knees as they so often do. Prince Henry consoled himself with the knowledge that he wouldn't have made his mother's mistakes, but they were her calls to make, being queen regent until the day of Henry's wedding in accordance with their laws. The hint of a smirk materialized on the prince's face as he looked around the bare walls of his cell. There were no fair maidens around to choose from and this was definitely not going to be the day of his wedding. To conclude the how we got to now, the aforementioned quarrel between neighboring powers didn't turn out so well for Prince Henry's side; the opposing nation's army sliced through their defenses in the better half of a day. It's that old cautionary tale about focusing more on arts and sciences than armies and war-making: You better be the only ones left on the planet first! The prince recalled everything he knew about the neighboring power that had made such quick work of his kingdom's defenses. They were your typical conquer and pillage variety. But Henry knew one of them stood out. He'd heard rumors of her for years. Sophie was her name. Oldest daughter to the royal family and heir to the throne. Prince Henry chuckled at the realization that said throne included his kingdom now, too. Henry often overheard the chambermaids recounting Sophie's latest adventures. Word always got around when it came to Sophie's antics. The young prince supposed that's how she liked it. Sophie was no ordinary girl, in fact, she had the biggest cock in the two kingdoms, if the rumors were accurate. Henry shivered, envisioning some of the stories he'd heard. The chambermaids gossiped that Sophie went through men like Prince Henry went through books in the castle's library: Ten at a time. She was said to have the cock of a horse, the strength and stamina of an ox, and the ethics of a starving wolf. Purportedly, her mother was the only person who wielded any power with her. Sophie's appetite for rough sex and ability to turn any man into a bitch cum repository had become legend. Henry shook the tingle off his spine. This was surely a girl he had no desire to meet. The heavy door to Henry's cell pushed open. "Presenting her Highness, Princess Sophie of we just kicked your ass." A laugh, airy and feminine, was heard as the prince's eyes struggled to adjust to new light. "I can make him say anything." A beautiful, auburn-haired young woman entered Henry's cell. Clad in a curve-hugging dress fit for a queen, the statuesque t-girl radiated both beauty and physical prowess. Henry wanted immediately to ask her many questions about the fate of those close to him, but doubted he'd receive truthful answers in return. "Nothing to say, huh?" Sophie clicked her teeth. "No bow? No pledging your allegiance to me?" "Is that what you desire?" Henry asked defiantly. "For starters," she grinned. The beautiful t-girl stepped across the floor where Henry had seated himself and slapped his cot before plopping her shapely behind down on it. "Figured you'd at least ask after your mom." The prince perked up. "What of my mom? Please tell me." "Well," Sophie paused to drag it out and enjoy his reaction, "I got my first look at her in the flesh directly before I came here. I've got to tell you... your mom's one fine milf." "First of all," Henry growled in response, "this story clearly takes place well before the Industrial Revolution and hundreds of years before 'milf' became a term!" "This is a fantasy world, you dope. And way to break the fourth wall! Now she'll never give us a sequel," Sophie scolded him. "Sorry," the prince apologized, his face drooping. "Don't," she said. "I like my guys with some fight. Makes pounding it out of him one thrust at a time that much more fun. Keep a stiff upper lip til then, won't you?" Henry blushed nervously. He collected his thoughts and then spoke, gazing up at the powerfully built beauty, "What exactly is your plan... for me?" A broad smile spread across the royal t-girl's pretty face. "If you know anything about me, you're probably wondering why I'm not reaming your hot buns for all they're worth right now. Please don't think I've lost my touch," she chuckled. "The only reason I'm not is because my mom and I agreed I wouldn't. See, Mom's the brains and I'm the big, blunt instrument." Prince Henry's eyes grew wider as he watched her description come to life in the form of a hefty bulge pitching a tent in her dress. Sophie followed Henry's eyes to her now uncomfortably tight dress and giggled. "Turned myself on a little bit with the whole reaming your butt imagery. Plus there's you sitting there, sweet thing, with those pretty lips all agape." "So, anyway, to finish the big reveal," the t-girl trudged on with her explanation, "the reason my girly cum isn't already dripping from your sore hole down your tender thighs is purely political. Your people aren't good with the swords and spears, but they're a wily bunch. Mom thinks it'll help our rule gain legitimacy if you and I wed. The ruse is it's an alliance between nations and not a takeover. She says I've got to hold off on drilling you full of cock until after the wedding to make sure nothing goes wrong. Crazy, huh?" Sophie beamed. A weight hit Henry. He buckled in response to the scheme Sophie detailed for him, taking great pleasure as she did. The guillotine had been one thing. A noble death, even. But the idea of spending his life wearing Sophie's dog collar was too much for the young prince to handle. Henry told himself that having his holes plugged and his dignity gutted by this witch would be too much for any man to bear. "You, you can't be serious," he argued, knowing she was. "Cheer up, Prince Charming. You're going to be king," she cackled. "I'll have a harem of men once I'm queen, but I've got a feeling you'll always be a prized booty of mine." Henry tried to stay strong in front of her. If nothing else, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction. There was this glimmer of hope in his head up until now; this belief that loyal subjects would rescue him just before they shouted, "Off with his head!" and he'd be saved. Those hopes were dashed now. Avoiding eye contact with his cheerful t-girl tormentor, Henry wished he could come up with a worthy comeback. He knew it wouldn't save his ass, but it might have made him feel better. "You must be hungry... thirsty. Am I right?" she inquired with a novel inkling of concern in her voice. "Yes," Henry confessed, his mouth dry and belly empty from his time locked away in this old dungeon. Sophie stood up, reminding the prince of her imposing size. She padded over to him and touched his face. Her huge, half-hard erection stood at eye level with him. "I'll bring you something to eat," she said tenderly, before adding in a sly drawl, "Then I've got to go attend to new princess of that kingdom I just took from you duties." The statuesque t-girl knocked on the cell door; Prince Henry listened to it open and then close behind her before letting out a deep breath. His stomach growled. Henry hoped she wouldn't forget to return with something edible. A few minutes passed before Sophie did return. "Presenting her Highness, Princess Sophie, spearer of virgin holes." Sophie's now-familiar laugh echoed throughout the corridor leading to Henry's cell. "I just can't see that ever getting old." Sophie advanced through the threshold of his cell with a bronze mug in her hand. The young prince noticed that for only having been gone a matter of minutes, she returned a great deal more disheveled than when she'd left. Her dress wasn't cascading off her body in the same fashion and the fabric now had a big wrinkle going down the front from her waist down. She breathed harder as well. "I brought you a treat just like I promised." Sophie passed the mug to him. "It's a special recipe I'm really proud of. I call it sweet cream. Drink up... it's real thick," she giggled. Henry grasped the mug and peered into it. A cloudy-colored substance filled the cup, rolling around it slowly. The prince lost his appetite. "That's good stuff. Make sure you swallow every drop," the t-girl beauty instructed him in between snickering bouts. Prince Henry blanched. "I know what this is," he said, "and if you think I'm putting this disgusting muck in my mouth-" Henry was ready to go on, but a sudden change in Sophie's demeanor stopped him. Irritated, she said, "Let's get one one thing clear right now. I'm keeping my hands and cock off you for the time being out of respect for my mom, but if you disrespect my seed again, I won't hesitate to dump it over your head, bend you over, and screw you so hard you have to sit on pillows for the rest of your life." Sophie glared at him. "Now suck my sperm syrup down your slut throat like a good little bitch and don't you dare spill any." Henry abandoned his objection and obeyed in the face of her threats. The potent smell of her ejaculate filled his nostrils as the viscous liquid drew closer to his mouth; Sophie's mood appeared to improve the nearer it came. "Attach those pretty little lips to the edge there and open wide. You're going to like my sweet cream." Prince Henry tipped the mug up and observed the thick love goo roll toward the rim. Henry opened his lips and let her cum slide in. Sophie's virile essence was so rich and viscid that the young prince didn't know whether to chew or swallow. The sticky substance had an understated sort of sweet and nutty flavor to it. The prince pictured where it'd come from and remembered he wanted to get this over with quickly, gulping it down. Henry swallowed her seed by the mouthful until the mug had emptied, not desiring to test her on the subject again. The amount of semen she'd produced staggered Prince Henry. He'd had so much of it to drink that he half-suspected it would start spilling out from his ears. The prince was about to wipe the excess from his lips with his sleeve prior to recollecting her warning about leaving any to waste. Henry longed to hide from her joyful expression as he nervously licked his lips clean. "You missed a spot," she pointed to his chin. Henry scooped up the last strand of Sophie's pearly syrup and dropped it in his mouth. "Satisfied?" he asked in a despondent tone. "For the moment. But you just wait for our wedding night," the t-girl replied with a naughty grin. Prince Henry kept swallowing, unable to escape the taste of her rich spunk on the back of his throat. Sophie tapped at the door of her cell. "Until next time, Prince Charming," she said before happily sauntering off down the long corridor. Henry watched the cell door close and then tossed the mug away. He curled back up against the wall, placing his head in his hands. *** The uneasy wait for Henry's next interaction with Sophie lasted merely a day. The young prince raised his head late in the afternoon to the sound of footsteps from the hall. "Presenting her Highness, Princess Sophie." Henry contemplated her lack of a silly title when she'd had such great fun bestowing them on herself the prior day. Sophie appeared in his solitary cell dressed simpler, but just as beautifully, in a black skirt and red sweater. Prince Henry attempted to disregard her striking beauty by reminding himself of her wickedness. Henry studied the t-girl carefully, making mental note of her changed demeanor from last he'd seen her. "Do you know what they're saying about me out there?" Sophie strolled over to his cot and gave the impression of considering whether or not to sit down. "Of course you don't. They're your people, but you're cooped up in here." Henry endeavored to conceal his eagerness at hearing any news of the outside world she might divulge. He shifted his weight around the cold floor and said nothing. "They think I'm the fucking devil!" she fumed. "These people really think I'm screwed in the head! They're saying now that we conquered this place I'm gonna go on a rampage and destroy everything." The royal t-girl's brow furrowed in frustration. The prince chuckled. He retorted, "And this bothers you? I kind of thought it was the image you were going for. You certainly haven't done anything to dispel it." "Shut up!" she snapped at him. "I'm not crazy," she rebutted the notion. "The farmers think once I'm queen I'm gonna burn their crops. The castle servants are spreading it around that I'm planning to tear down the capital brick by brick. The dirty lies!" she contested hotly. The powerful t-girl pushed her fist into the prince's lumpy cot mattress. "I'll make them pay for their hurtful words, Henry," she threatened. The prince's concern for his people informed his next response. "The only way to really make them eat their words is to prove them wrong." "Yeah. Just wait. They're going to forget either of our moms were ever queen and remember only me," Sophie explained cryptically. The young prince didn't have long to ponder her statement before witnessing the expression on Sophie's face brighten. "That reminds me... I've got good news!" The t-girl beauty's bubbly enthusiasm resurfaced; he'd felt safer with her vexed. "You're getting out of here. Mom's announcing our engagement publicly at a reception upstairs in the castle tonight with a lot of important players from both of our countries. Excited?" Prince Henry didn't expect this news so quickly. It was all really happening. He was desperate to escape this grimy dungeon, but unprepared to face his future. The idea of marrying this girl. He knew drinking down her semen like a glass of cider had been merely the beginning of what she'd do to him. "So excited you can't speak, I see." Sophie tapped her feet. "My personal attendant is going to get her hands on you and give you a good wash, make you look like a prince again. So it's a good thing I showed up first," she winked at him. "Means I can have some fun with my little dungeon slave while he's still all dirty." "I worried you might say that." Henry's eyes drooped. He felt resigned to whatever wicked act she could dream up. The prince recognized he was in no position to resist. Toying with the prince amused Sophie greatly. Her earlier seething disappeared out of mind. "I asked myself, 'what's something really filthy I can make you do while you're already all filthy?' That's when it came to me. And the beauty of it is it doesn't break my agreement with my mom." The royal t-girl turned over from her seated position on the cot. She pushed up on her knees and reached around, lifting the back of her skirt and lewdly revealing her bare backside to him. "You're gonna lick my ass. I love to feel a tongue on my hole, so don't skimp on the French kisses." Sophie's vulgar request showed the prince hadn't exhausted all his pride yet. He recoiled at the humiliating idea of pressing his tongue to her ass. "I couldn't. I can't do that. Not that," he tried to explain. "I'm waiting," the beautiful t-girl wiggled her big, firm ass in front of his face. "Start by kissing my cheeks. And if you're thinking of refusing, do reconsider. That wouldn't end well." Henry sighed. He couldn't risk seeing her claws. She had him over a barrel. The young prince approached her ample bottom, his eyes examining it. Her butt looked like it was shaped by a master sculptor. The cheeks were perfect, smooth and creamy; a cute, rosy-colored hole winked at him from between them. Prince Henry had to admit that Sophie had the ass of a goddess. He avoided looking at the hefty set of testicles hanging below. Prince Henry pursed his lips and pressed them to her right cheek and gave it one kiss, then another. The prince alternated between the big, smooth orbs, peppering them with generous kisses. The sound of Henry's smooching and Sophie's soft giggling cut through the still air. "You like kissing my ass?" The playful t-girl humped her bottom back, squashing Henry's face against the shapely cheeks. "Get a good taste. That's right, slave boy, show your devotion to your princess." The young prince lost his cool in the face of her provocation. Henry bit into one of her ripe cheeks. Sophie yelped, jerking her ass away and covering the tender flesh with her hands. "Ouch!" she howled. The pretty t-girl proceeded to let out a laugh. She rubbed the affected area, pretending like it was sorer than it really was. "You're lucky I don't spank you bloody for that!" she remarked. "Now get back to work," Sophie said, presenting her bottom to him again. Henry resumed his kissing, covering the faint red bite mark he'd left with gentle pecks. Sophie reached around and spread her heavy cheeks, fully exposing her deep crack and pouting asshole. "You're enjoying this too much. Let's see how you like your face shoved up my ass. Get in there and lick that hole, Prince Charming." The royal t-girl changed positions on the cot as she awaited the sensation of his tongue. It took Henry a second or two to figure out she'd readjusted to dig her cock into the mattress. Prince Henry's envisioned the massive bulge. He looked down and realized he'd sprouted an erection of his own. The prince's face reddened; he was thankful she'd been turned away. "Don't make me wait. You played that game already," Sophie cautioned him, humping her big girly cock into the mattress with short strokes. "Judging by how hard you are right now, I think you like it when I play that game." Henry caught himself chuckling. He proceeded to roll his tongue around the steamy, sensitive skin of her inner crack. He coated the beautiful t-girl's tender crack with wet kisses and soft licks before turning his attention toward her sumptuous hole. Prince Henry circled his tongue around her tiny pucker. He kissed the ruddy orifice. Sophie moaned under her breath. "It feels great, but it tickles!" she exclaimed. The royal t-girl removed her hands, letting her bubbly cheeks encase his face. Henry's tongue beat against her rosy opening in between sloppy kisses. The young prince hummed against her pampered hole, the resulting vibration set fireworks off in Sophie. The t-girl beauty squealed, rubbing her butt on his face. Henry stiffened his tongue and worked it against the opening, the very tip managing to press into her tight ring. A tremor of pleasure at the welcomed invasion made waves inside Sophie, making her toes curl. "Uhhmphmm, what are you doing back there? It's WWWWWWonderfuLLL." Betrothed to a T-Girl Princess Henry maneuvered his tongue deeper and twisted it around. Her ass emitted an extreme heat around his face, warming his entire body. Sophie's hole clung to his tongue as he used the stiff tip to push in and out of her. The beautiful t-girl grunted and squealed in succession. Prince Henry took the smooth globes of Sophie's ass in his hands, kneading the hot flesh between his fingers. She was ready to protest when his tongue slipped out of her until it swirled around her tender rose, tickling and thrilling her anew. "Ohhhhh... I think I'll have to keep you locked in a dungeon from time to time when we're married. You make one hell of a dirty butt-snogging slave." Henry retaliated to her comment by digging his fingers hard into her doughy cheeks. Sophie groaned, humping his face and enticing him to continue his rough groping. Both of them were too invested in their naughty exploit to be cognizant of the cell door opening. "Excuse me," a voice familiar only to Sophie interrupted, "the queen told me to fetch Prince Henry and prepare him for tonight, Your Majesty." Henry startled, yanking his head free from Sophie's ass. The royal t-girl, by contrast, fixed her skirt in a relaxed manner before calmly engaging the visitor, "Of course, Elaina. Make him look pretty for me." Sophie shot a smile in the direction of her attendant and added in an amused tone, "Oh, and make sure you wash his face good. It's starting to smell like a butt." Sophie ambled over to the door, glanced back at Henry and told him, "I'll see you later, Prince Charming." *** Elaina herded Prince Henry into a hot bath. Sophie's attendant scrubbed the dirt off his body, cleaning him in places he would have rather kept private. She addressed him as 'Prince Henry' or 'Your Grace.' Those titles sounded strange and foreign after being imprisoned in a dungeon for days. Henry spent the bath reflecting on his recent interaction with Sophie. He knew he'd seen something in her; something he hadn't predicted based solely on her legendary reputation. He'd learned that it mattered to her how she was perceived by others. Then when she made him lick her. Prince Henry thought it would be a miserable experience, but it wasn't. The young prince confessed to himself that when Elaina barged in on them, he didn't want to stop. Henry wanted to keep licking Sophie there and touching her. "I hope that's not for me," Elaina said, breaking Henry's reverie. The prince followed the path of Elaina's eyes and blushed at the sight of his hardening penis. "No, uh, uhm, sorry." Prince Henry grabbed the towel and covered himself. Elaina fixed his hair and shaved him next. Henry seized the opportunity to inquire about Sophie, but learned little in response. "She treats me well," Elaina told him. "I hope you two can be happy together." The prince bristled at the attendant's well-wishes. He'd lost his kingdom and with no say of his own was being married off to this dominant t-girl princess. Henry doubted happiness held any place in the equation, but then he thought of the softer, more vulnerable side he'd witnessed in Sophie. A small part of him had hope for the first time and that brought with it a good feeling. Elaina showed him the kindness of allowing him to dress himself. Henry marveled at the difference a freshly-starched shirt of fine fabric could make. He admired his reflection in the mirror; he looked like a prince again. From prisoner to prince in the span of a couple hours. Prince Henry did his best to fight off the jitters when a servant notified him that the reception was ready to receive him. The young prince traversed the same long corridors he'd been walking since his first steps. The castle hadn't changed, everything from the rugs to the extravagant artwork remained identical, even though they served at the pleasure of a new queen. Two unfamiliar guards escorted the prince to the castle ballroom. Henry took nervous breaths. He clung to the new hope for Sophie he'd developed, resolving then and there to make the best he could out of this entire predicament. The prince's arrival had an official announcement. Loud applause greeted Prince Henry. Everyone wanted to shake his hand or offer him a congratulatory word. Henry scanned the room, finding many familiar faces. He recognized diplomats and aristocrats alike, all dressed in their finest garb. Henry finally spotted Sophie's mom, the new queen, a tall and slender woman. And next to her Henry made the most pleasant discovery. His mother, thankfully still with her head attached, sitting next to the new queen. The prince was headed that way when they announced Sophie's entrance. The room fell silent with anticipation at the arrival of the royal princess. The prince's jaw dropped when he got a look at the statuesque beauty in her gown. He wasn't the only one, the room thundered with applause. Wearing a shimmering lilac gown that spiraled out from her hips, Sophie appeared to be the very picture of beauty. She owned the room from the first moment; a magical aura seeming to surround her. Prince Henry would have been content to admire her from afar, but a partygoer pushed him forward. The queen's guests stood motionless as Henry approached Sophie, all eyes on them. Henry took Sophie by the hand and complimented her beauty with total sincerity. The prince's heart thumped in his chest at the sight of her. The music resumed its playing. The young couple began to dance, earning the adulation of their guests. The party attendees soon followed suit, filling the ballroom with joyous dancing. "You look absolutely stunning," Henry gushed even once the outside attention on them waned. He might have ogled the way her strapless gown accentuated her full, gorgeous breasts, but he couldn't pry his eyes from her beautiful face, nor from losing himself in her captivating eyes. Prince Henry relished Sophie's intoxicating fragrance. He felt like a prince again and her his princess as they danced. Time did that tricky thing it does where it simultaneously goes too fast while also standing still. Sophie broke his adoring gaze by finally whispering in his ear, "I want to show you something. Let's sneak out of here while everybody's still dancing. "What?" Henry asked incredulously. "They're going to announce our engagement soon. We can't." The insistent princess wouldn't take no for answer. She leaned forward, planting her lips on his. Prince Henry felt his knees go weak when she kissed him. "Come on. They won't even notice," she told him once their lips parted. "I want to show you all the changes we made to the throne room." "Okay," the prince agreed, her soft kiss fresh on his lips. The young couple waited for the perfect instant to slip away undetected. They tiptoed together down the long, empty hall to the throne room. Henry suppressed laughter at their deception as Sophie led him by the arm past great doors and into the throne room. His eyes darted around the room. "It all looks exactly the same to me," the prince remarked with amusement. A hand whipped around and covered his mouth. Sophie shoved the surprised prince against a wall with the map of the kingdom on it. She kept her grip on him and said, "What the fuck do you think you're pulling in the other room?" "What, what do you mean, Sophie?" Prince Henry asked, her imposing stature and harsh tone intimidating him. "Don't play with me!" she warned. "You've been making goo-goo eyes at me all night." The prince failed to wrench free from her strong grasp. He replied defensively with an untruth, "I, I was just playing the part like you told me to." "That's a lie! You think I don't know the difference!?" Sophie scowled, slamming his shoulders against the cold bricks behind him. "You're the one who kissed me!" Henry countered, his voice raised, failing again to break her powerful grip on him. "I wanted to get you here alone. I could tell by the way you were looking at me that you would have jumped off the balcony if I asked after I kissed you." The young prince cast his eyes down. "I don't know what you want me to say," he finally said. The unhappy t-girl exhaled. "I went too easy on you earlier," she reasoned. "I should have knocked you to the floor and smothered you under my ass while you cried and begged me to stop. You think your life with me is going to be waltzes and kisses, proclamations of love and tender love-making in the moonlight." Prince Henry blushed uncomfortably, wondering whether he had indeed set his hopes too high. "Well," an unsettling smile swept across the royal t-girl's pretty face, "It's time to strip you of those silly notions." Sophie dragged the objecting prince behind her and bent him over the lavish throne. Prince Henry struggled in vain against her superior strength, beginning to really frighten when she roughly yanked his pants down. The angry t-girl exposed Henry's delicate backside while he unsuccessfully attempted to squirm free. Sophie gave Henry's ass a humiliating wolf whistle. "You've got a hot little booty." She pulled his cheeks apart and hungrily peered between them. "My girly meat is really going to enjoy acquainting herself with your sweet hole." "Wait! Wait! You can't do this," Henry cried. "Please. You were going to wait until the wedding," he reminded her desperately. Sophie hoisted her sweeping dress up and draped the front of it off his back. "You're just getting a tease. Enough to show you what you're in store for come our wedding night. We're gonna play one of my favorite games. I call it Ring Around the Rose Hole." Prince Henry braced himself as Sophie retrieved her stiffening cock from her undergarments. Henry's vulnerable opening winced at first touch of Sophie's over-sized, spongy head. The beautiful t-girl pressed the blunt tip of it against his dot hard enough that Henry worried the big thing might force its way inside him. The royal t-girl disgraced him with her horny weapon, goosing his entrance with it. Humiliated him against the throne where his father and his father before that had ruled. Sophie directed the engorged head in circles around his defenseless hole. Henry whimpered, his warm cheeks clutching the upper inches of her shaft. "How's it feel? Having it touched like this. Knowing any moment I could skewer you." Sophie nearly made her words come to life with a hard jab of the giant mushroom head at his hole. "I've been meaning to tell you there's a reason why your mom stuck so close to mine all night. My mom's renowned the world over for her abilities with a strap-on. Your mom's already been in the position you're in right now." "You've had your fun. Please let me up," the young prince begged her, feeling her hot pre-cum cover his hole. "I'm going to need to cum first, slut. You already left me with blue balls once today, Henry. Won't happen again." The horny t-girl royalty embedded her rock hard shaft along the length of his slippery crack and started to thrust. Prince Henry listened to the gross, sloppy sound of her large instrument fucking his butt cheeks. He didn't want to believe his mom had received the same treatment at the hands of Sophie's mom. The beautiful t-girl's throbbing pole felt so massive buried between his cheeks. Sophie's powerful hands dug into the meat of his ass and manually pushed and pulled the orbs of flesh along her shaft. "Ohhh, fuck. You're lucky I needed to cum so bad. Squeeze those sweet cheeks down around my cock. That's it. Good little whore," she taunted him. Henry felt the sting of a slap on his ass. The royal t-girl's swollen tool pulsed, forewarning a creamy explosion. Sophie yanked the poor prince by his hair down to his knees. She flipped up her skirt and pointed her inflamed tip at his face. She jerked her big shaft right in his face. With an arched back and a gratified moan, Sophie's monster of a cock began to shoot. She painted Henry's face white with her potent seed. Blast after blast of sizzling ejaculate drenched him. The royal t-girl slapped Henry's cheek with her softening tube of girl meat after it had finished spewing. "You better get cleaned up quick," she informed him. "Otherwise they're going to come looking for us. We better hurry back or we'll miss our own engagement announcement." *** The ensuing days brought the evil plan Sophie and her mom had concocted into fruition. Prince Henry and Sophie toured the country together. Any whispers of a renewed resistance against the new monarch were quelled everywhere they went. It was on one of these such trips to the outskirts of the capital that events took their next turn. Sophie, desperate to stretch her legs after a long journey, halted the carriage to explore a nearby pond that had caught her eye. She made Henry follow, leaving their escorts behind. Sophie skipped rocks across the pond. "Want one?" she asked, holding up a stone. Henry joined her at the edge of the water. He expected her to make him skinny dip again, but a peaceful smile surfaced on her pretty face instead as they both gazed out on the picturesque landscape before them. The t-girl beauty often passed the time on their journeys by finding new ways to torment him. But then there were times like these; times where they got along, bonded even. Prince Henry's eyes wandered over to the t-girl princess. He wanted to curse himself for caring about her. No amount of mistreatment seemed to dissuade him. He knew there was more to Sophie than the stories the chambermaids told. He'd seen glimpses of it. Why did it have to disappear so often? It was then that Henry noticed a stranger dart out from the trees and run near Sophie's turned back. He unveiled a dagger and exclaimed, "For Prince Henry! The true heir!" The young prince sprung into action, tackling the would-be assassin before his blade could reach Sophie. Henry scuffled in the grass with the man before Sophie pulled him off, digging her heel into the neck of the assassin. "Please don't kill him," Henry asked. Hearing the commotion, their escorts arrived. Sophie removed her foot reluctantly from the man's throat. Their escorts carried him away. "Are you okay?" Henry asked the royal t-girl once they headed back to the carriage. "Why'd you do it?" she asked. "Why'd you save my life?" "I," Henry considered the question earnestly, "I didn't want anybody to get hurt." "Hmmm," the beautiful t-girl walked ahead. Henry shrugged, crunching a pile of leaves under his feet. A thank you appeared out of the question. The ride back to the castle proved a quiet one; dinner that night even quieter. Prince Henry periodically attempted to read Sophie's body language, coming up empty each time. The royal t-girl caught Henry off guard when she cornered him beneath the staircase to his chambers later that night. "You shouldn't have done what you did," Sophie let him know. "Had the beef for dinner, you mean?" His feeble attempt at humor earned him an annoyed growl. "I know what you were thinking by saving me. You better not try to tell me you did it for noble reasons." Henry's response came in the form of a disbelieving stare. "I don't know what you're talking about," the young prince explained. "I didn't even think about it. I just acted." "Exactly!" Sophie exclaimed, convinced she'd caught him in his scheme. "And you think because you acted that I'm going to go easy on you. That I owe you something now." "That's not true," the young prince protested. "Those are your words, not mine. I didn't do it expecting anything in return." Henry realized he wasn't telling the absolute and total truth. "Except for maybe a thank you," he fessed up with an anxious smirk. "I don't owe you anything!" The royal t-girl snapped. Henry observed Sophie's face contort as she fought the conflicting emotions she was feeling. "All right, all right," Prince Henry responded. "You don't owe me anything. Can I go to bed now?" He made a move for the stairs leading to his chambers, but Sophie caught his wrist with a fierce grip. "This isn't over until we're even." Henry's eyes widened. "Please not another round of Ring Around the Rose Hole." "Any debt between us has to be cleared if I'm going to impale you guilt-free on our wedding night." The statuesque t-girl pulled the objecting Henry back against the wall in front of her. "We're even! We're even, Sophie!" Henry ransacked his overburdened brain for a satisfactory excuse that might keep that big cock of hers at bay. "Please, let's, uh, make our wedding night more special by keeping our hands... and other appendages, to ourselves until then." The royal t-girl's free hand landed on Henry's crotch. She stroked his penis, coaxing it into growing in her hand. "Wha, what are you doing?" Prince Henry asked, stupefied by her behavior. He struggled to keep his eyes focused as her nimble hand massaged his tool. "After this, we really are even." Sophie dropped gracefully to her knees, freeing his cock in the same motion. She bent forward and brazenly enveloped his expanding erection into the wonderful refuge of her wet mouth. The beautiful t-girl princess generously, lovingly applied suction to Henry's stiff six-incher. She pumped her lips down his smooth shaft and coated it in saliva before drying the rod with a loud slurp. "Wow. This, uh-uhm, definitely beats the thank you I had in mind," Henry stammered. The t-girl beauty smiled knowingly around his cock. She confidently engulfed the young prince's pecker all the way down to its root, letting him bask in the delightful sensations her warm mouth afforded him. Henry's eyes shut; his legs softly trembled as he struggled to cope with the most intense pleasure of his life. A nicer problem he'd never had. Prince Henry shivered when the moist, rubbery muscles of Sophie's throat contracted around the tip of his rigid cock to swallow. The kneeling t-girl princess brushed her tongue in heavenly strokes along his length. She pursed her lips tightly, held his legs still with her hands and began bobbing her head on his dick. Henry moaned. "This feels so so so good," he told her. "I can't even stand it," he said, his voice dripping and body shaking with pleasure. Sophie's powerful sucking caused her cheeks to collapse like a vice around Henry's prick. Her blow job had the markings of a masterful performance rapidly reaching its conclusion by way of a curtain call full of cum. The royal t-girl's hungry mouth squeezed his shaft, urging his boiling cum to emerge. Sophie buried him so deep that his soft, sparse pubic hair tickled her nose. Her velvet-soft tongue cradled his throbbing stalk. The haze of a new experience filled Sophie's head; a previously undiscovered enjoyment received by giving someone else gratification. The feeling of this fresh experience triggered a tremor of sweet pleasure within her. "Sophie I'm about to... to cum..." he warned her, his voice cracking. The t-girl beauty's only response was to remove one of her hands from his legs and use it to rub his cum-heavy testicles while she kept the pace of her urgent sucking. Henry knees bent as hot cum gushed up his shaft and filled Sophie's waiting mouth. The young prince held her head loosely and pumped his hips. Sophie slurped down his seed, continuing to gently suck his manhood until it became too sensitive to do so. She fixed her eyes on his as she withdrew him from the heaven of her mouth with a wet pop. Sophie lapped at Henry's spent tip, making it impossible for him to regain his composure, his utterly drained balls aching pleasurably. Prince Henry slumped against the stone wall behind him. "That sure beat the hell out of another game of Ring Around the Rose Hole," he remarked with a silly smile. Sophie chuckled in response. Betrothed to a T-Girl Princess The statuesque t-girl stood and stretched her long, lithe body. "And now we're even." Sophie left him there without another word, exaggerating the sensual sway of her hips for his gawking eyes as she did. Henry remembered what being even on their wedding night would mean; he believed the word impale was used to describe it. Prince Henry wanted to argue that a blow job hardly made them even for him saving her life, but he looked down at his glistening, cum-drained cock and knew it was an argument of little merit. His goose was officially cooked and pretty soon it'd be getting stuffed. So why then did he have a grin on his face? *** The two kingdoms buzzed with excitement as the date of the royal wedding drew nearer, any memory of the regrettable skirmish which had led to the joining of these two powers faded away. The new queen pegged it the grandest, most opulent event to take place ever in the shared history of the two kingdoms as the date approached. Sophie had been keeping a close eye on Henry. She took note of those goo-goo eyes of his returning. She dared not confess even to herself that what really bothered her was that she returned the same look back to him. She battled her own emotions, determining she had to confront Henry before it became too late. She told herself that she must banish any foolish notions that were taking root in his head once again, and doing so would dispel her own. Sophie slipped into Prince Henry's chambers unannounced. "Cold feet?" he asked her, still trying to keep straight which outfit he was supposed to wear when come the big day tomorrow. "I think you've got the wrong idea about this arrangement." "Oh, this again," Henry mumbled. "It's all for show, remember?" Sophie tried to convince herself as well. A silly sort of expression overtook Prince Henry's face as he gazed at the statuesque princess he was to wed the next day. Her beauty grabbed him like the force of the sun in the yellow dress she wore. Her nervousness became apparent to him by the uneven tapping of her bare foot to the floor. "I get it," he told her. "You want us to be miserable. Well," Henry smiled wryly as he asked her, "what if I can't be miserable if I'm with you?" Sophie almost smiled back, but stopped herself just in time. She chided herself for being charmed by him. Her eyes narrowed. "All I'm saying is don't get any crazy ideas about what's happening here. This isn't a fairy tale," she informed him. The young prince let her words sink in, then released a sigh. "I wish you weren't so afraid." "Did you say afraid?" Sophie's nose crinkled. Henry could have dropped the subject, but he decided it was time to stop pulling his punches right then and there. "Yes, I did. You're afraid we could be happy together. Prove me wrong if you can." His confident accusation jarred her. "I, I don't know what you mean. I should go now that we cleared this up. I just thought you sh-should know," Sophie stuttered nervously for the first time in her life. Prince Henry stood, approaching her. "What's your hurry? Afraid still?" He reached for her hand and held onto it. "I, I don't get afraid," Sophie wanted her answer to come out strong and declarative, but it escaped her lips as the weakest of denials instead. "So stay a while," he prodded her. Henry placed his hand on the developing bulge protruding from her dress. "Besides, I don't want this big thing taking any attention away during the ceremony tomorrow. We should take care of it now." "But," Sophie paused at the touch of his warm hand encircling her shaft. She didn't know how to react to this situation; how to remain in control. The royal t-girl had to get out of there and build her strength back up before it was too late. "Uh, mmm, remember, I think we should, uh, save this for the wedding night. Make it more special," she demurred. Henry couldn't help but laugh at his own lame excuse being tried on him. "I think we should stop thinking." The young prince pressed his soft lips to hers and they kissed. His tongue entwined with hers. Sophie's defenses melted as she surrendered to his kiss. The royal t-girl's massive erection pressed against Henry's abdomen. She moaned into his mouth. Their lips eventually unlocked with the prince telling her, "It's my turn to make you cum." "Mmm... and how are you going to do that?" she asked, a smile beginning to show at the corner of her full lips. "We're going to slip this monster inside me and milk it dry." He squeezed her big organ as he spoke. "Oh, we are?" she nudged him coyly, getting more comfortable, her horny t-girl cock jumping at the suggestion. Prince Henry brushed the straps of Sophie's dress off her shoulders while they kissed. With their lips joined, it felt like no time had passed before they were both naked. The prince eagerly rubbed her perky, full breasts; Sophie's hands glided down his smooth back and massaged the firm cheeks of his ass. The royal couple took their next steps without having to communicate it through words. Henry ended up flat on his stomach on the bed with Sophie's body on top of his. Her big t-girl cock pressed against him at the same time she nibbled his neck and shoulder. "I'm so hard, Henry. I'm going to fuck you so good. So very good. I'll fuck you and fill you with my cum." The royal t-girl combined spit and pre-cum to slicken her swollen shaft, preparing it for the butt-fucking adventure she was set to enjoy. "Do it," the young prince said, turning his face to catch her fervent expression as the tip of her rod reached his tiny hole and pushed in. "Unnghhh," he groaned. The engorged head of Sophie's needy prick assaulted his sphincter. Sophie's relished the hot, slippery feel of his small back passage tightening around her mighty crown. The futile attempts of Henry's virgin hole to expel its intruder failed. Sophie pressed on slowly, giving his pained backside time to get accustomed to her impressive girth. "I feel it going in. Oh, god... it's fucking huge! Mmm... Sophie... ahh... ohhww... mmm," Henry's eyes clenched shut, his tender anal muscles stretching around the insistent t-girl's hard fuck organ. Sophie's soft breasts laid across the top of Henry's back, her sensitive nipples dragging against him. She grasped his spread cheeks as she pressed deeper into his pucker. The young prince's delicate ring finally decided to cooperate, expanding open and engulfing her thick shaft one inch after another into his hot hole. "Ohhh, fuck! This ass is TIGHT!" The t-girl beauty pressed her head into the crook of Henry's neck. The prince's insides massaged her horny prick, tickling all her sensitive nerves and sending radiating waves of naughty pleasure all the way down to the tips of toes and back up again. To Henry's relief, the pain slowly subsided. Another feeling began to arise. A dirty, dark arousal swelled within in to go along with the penis of the princess. Henry moaned into the pillow beneath him, his tender anal walls squeezing her incredible length. Sophie experienced ecstatic pleasure over the act of deflowering another virgin asshole. In her heart she knew that this time meant more than all of those other holes. It wasn't just another treasure hole to plunder and be done with it. Being conscious that it was Henry, knowing it was his slippery, over-stuffed rectum bring her gratification by flexing around her girly cock; the connection they shared compounded her pleasure in ways she'd never imagined. "Mmm, ohhh... yesss..." the enraptured t-girl hissed. "I'm all the way inside your little bitty ass! Don't tense up... I'm gonna really start fucking it now." Sophie withdrew until only the spongy head remained buried inside his stretched out rose. The royal couple groaned in unison as she plunged back in. Sophie filled Henry's bowels, causing his penis to arouse and grow somewhere along the way. The young prince's vulnerable inner walls clutched the royal t-girl's impressive scepter with a grip that felt like it could bend steel. Sophie thrust her mighty cock in and out of him at faster pace. They reveled together in the shared ecstasy each stroke brought them both. "This feels goooood, Sophie. Mmmmphmm. This feels really good!" Henry told her exuberantly, his breath rasping. "Mmm, oh yeah. All this cock in your ass feels fucking amazing. I just wanna fuck you like this forever." The t-girl beauty massaged and manipulated the deep, naughty depths of Henry's willing ass with a wiggle of her hips, using her big tool as an instrument of sublime pleasure for both of them to enjoy The way the young prince took to being fucked up his tiny butt surprised even him. Hot all over and heavily turned on, Henry dug his erection desperately into the bed at the beginning of each of her thrusts. Sophie removed her hands from their frenzied groping of his firm cheeks and reached around, holding his chest and pinching his nipples, her athletic lower body bouncing up and down on him to continue the nasty fucking motion of their bodies. Sophie grunted as she drove her big beast into him. She pounded his little asshole with long, powerful strokes. They found the perfect rhythm, their sweaty bodies working together as one. Sophie rammed every fat inch of her cock inside his sucking anal passage, panting hot breath in his ear as she did. "Shit! Holy fuck!" Henry cried. "Fuck this ass. Screw me with that big, fat monster dick!" he goaded her, shock waves of intense pleasure fluttering from his battered asshole through his painfully stiff cock. The young prince savored the feeling of a spine-cracking orgasm nearing, not even needing to touch his dick to bring it forth. Sophie tapped into her deepest reserves of strength to keep up her frantic pace. She staved off her climax as long as she could to extend her stay inside him. "Oooh... Ohhh, Henry! I've gotta CUM! I'm going to fill your beautiful ass full of cum!" Sophie cried out to the young prince when his clenching little hole couldn't be fended off any longer. The princess drove her entire length inside, her balls slapping into him. She let out a raucous cry and exploded, depositing her potent load deep in his ass. The sensation of his pleasantly abused rectum being flooded sent Henry over the edge. He followed her blissful cries with a number of his own, covering the sheet under him in cum. Sophie's mighty cock throbbed with each blast of cream. The incredible heat and unyielding tightness of his busted backside milked her dry. Hot spurts of Sophie's seed coated his insides. The royal t-girl's exhausted body collapsed on top of his, her big cock continuing to spew its sticky love goo. They writhed on the bed together while expelling the last hot jets of hot semen down his tight tunnel. The t-girl beauty left her cock buried in him as they regained their breath. Sophie nuzzled against Henry's sweaty neck and planted soft kisses down his back. "Told you I wasn't afraid," she playfully gloated. Prince Henry chuckled, feeling the tender muscles of his spent asshole spasm around her girth. "I believe you now," he said sweetly, still delighting in the intense pleasure they'd shared. Sophie's fingers ran appreciatively over his body. "And just wait til after the wedding tomorrow, Prince Charming. I won't have to go easy on you now that you're loosened up a bit. This was only the beginning." "I hope so," Henry smiled.