by Vivian Wood
With one fluid motion, I ripped the panties off her shaking body, throwing them to the ground. Even in that short moment, I had felt how wet the fabric had been, soaked with her need for me.
“Don’t hurt me.”
The words came like a hit to the stomach, and I turned my eyes to hers, now filled with fear and the desperate need to protect herself. Her hands covered up her body to shield it from my prying eyes.
“Are you afraid now, chérie?” I let out in a low growl, watching her eyes grow wide and fearful. “Are you fucking afraid of me yet?”
She didn’t answer, her bottom lip trembling as I pulled back her arms to expose that sweet body again.
“Look at you,” I marveled. “That fucking body is to die for, chérie. Don’t ever hide it from me. I’m going to look at it every-fucking-time I want to. Do you understand?”
She nodded just as I undid my belt and zipper, pulling out my engorged cock. She gasped at the sight of it. Gasped again when I touched it to her skin, her nails digging into the hard wood of the table.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, the eagerness of her voice eliciting a laugh from me.
“Already begging, huh?” I asked. “I have to say, I thought you’d last longer, chérie … At least until I had my cock in one of your eager little holes.”
She whimpered, and I reveled in the sound of it, in the sight of her writhing body on the table making me throb in my hand.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, and I felt precum leaking from my tip all over my fingers.
How was I supposed to fight it?
Who in their right mind would say no to her?
I sure as fuck wouldn’t.
I positioned my cock at her dripping entrance. She’d kept her pussy shaved, and I loved the forbidden nature of it.
“Wait,” she managed to get out, and my eyes found hers, silently imploring her to go on and explain herself. She bit her bottom lip, teeth digging into the skin as she whispered, “What if someone finds out?”
“I don’t give a shit,” I muttered. “Let them all know.”
With those words, I sank my length in her pussy.
She gasped when I entered her. Those sweet sounds escaping her lips only made me harder, and even if she'd begged me to stop, I wasn't sure I could have done it. Her cunt welcomed me home, wrapping around me with its soaking wetness and enveloping me in a tight embrace that threatened to never let go.
I knew then, balls deep inside her, that the competition was a fucking charade. I'd tried to stay true to my father's wishes, to do as he'd asked me on his deathbed. I'd been trying to give all the girls a chance, to be fair to them all and get to know them. But the truth was, I knew from the beginning which girl was going to be walking down the aisle to meet me before the altar. Amber had no competition. Amber was the one who could get me on one knee right at that instant.
"Amber Jonathan," I groaned, my hands going to her hips and pulling her against me, her body shivering against mine and her nipples tightening on my chest. "I'm going to marry you at the end of this. Do you know that?"
"Yes," she whispered, her arms going around my neck and embracing me, holding me close like I was her lifeline. Her breaths were short and ragged, and she needed a moment to compose herself and come back to me as I throbbed inside her. "I want you to, Your Highness. Tell me you pick me."
"I pick you," I growled in her ear. Her pussy wanted to hear it as much as Amber did, and the moment the words left my lips I felt her squeezing me, tightening around my cock and welcoming me inside her. I was oozing precum, needy, crazy, wild for her and everything she symbolized.
Freedom. Happiness. Love. She was everything I'd ever wanted, and I'd been a fool to pretend it wasn't so. But it wasn't too late. I could tell the court now. I could say fuck it to tradition and put Amber on the throne, right in my lap where she belonged.
As if reading my thoughts, she whispered, "We can't tell anyone."
"Why not?" I asked, smoothing down her hair. I was just barely rocking her body against mine, too lost in my own thoughts to fuck her, too afraid of the force I wanted to take her with to give her what we both so desperately wanted. "I want to tell the world you're mine. I want everyone to know I pick you, chérie."
"Don't," she begged in a strained whisper. "You need to go through with this... I don't want anyone to hate me."
I thought of her friend, pretty, clumsy Zara who'd charmed me with her knowledge and goofy personality. I thought of the other girls while I was inside her. Charming, beautiful Freya. Mysterious, gorgeous Asya. The stunning Kendy who revealed nothing of herself. It was torture. Torture having to spend time with them when all I wanted was right beneath me, spreading her legs for me like the perfect little whore.
"I'll decide," I growled at her. "But for now, you'd better spread your legs for me, chérie. I want to watch my cock going inside that sweet little pussy. I want to watch you coming on it."
She whimpered but obeyed the command. Her legs fell open around me and our foreheads touched as we looked down, at my monstrous cock in her tight, smooth little cunt that welcomed and fit me so perfectly. I groaned at the sight of it, watching my cock throb inside her.
"I won't last long," I growled in Amber's ear. "You're milking it, chérie."
"I'm not doing anything," she whispered in response. "But I will now..."
With those words, her pussy contracted, torturing me exquisitely and making me groan out loud at the feeling of being squeezed for dear life.
"You like that?" she whispered, her pretty pink nails digging into my skin. "You like it when I try to get it out, Your Highness?"
"Get it all out," I ordered. "Milk my cock, chérie. Are you on protection?"
She looked right into my eyes, grinned and whispered, "No."
It only made me harder. The thought of fucking her like this, in plain sight, with nothing between us, made me forget all about the rules. Someone could walk in at any second, yet I didn't give a shit. If I knocked her up, she'd be a blushing bride sooner than she thought, and the thought spurred me on, making me lay her on her back and start fucking her with all my might.
I pinned her arms above her head and she let out a scared little whimper as I started to drive my cock in her sweet pussy. I knew I was going to come, only prolonging the inevitable moment of coming deep inside her and filling her with my seed.
My eyes went to hers and I remembered what had happened in the hallway. The rage rumbling beneath my skin was back, threatening to make me roar in anger. I knew Amber saw it too, bubbling right beneath the surface and ready to devour her.
Her golden eyes widened with fear, but I kept myself in check. Being a prince, I'd learned pretty fast how to keep my emotions under control, and I prided myself on the control I had over my own body and mind.
While my thoughts screamed for me to be rough, I took her the way she needed it that night - with controlled force, driving my length into her hole again and again until her eyes became glassy and her whispers of my name were like a prayer on her sweet, full lips.
She was close, and we both knew it, but I had no intention of stopping there.
"Keep your arms above your head," I ordered her, my own hands going to her nipples, tweaking those hard little peaks until she was moaning, begging for more. I showed her no mercy. I tortured her gorgeous body into a shivering, loud orgasm that rang through the dining room.
She came down from it with her pussy convulsing on my cock.
"That's right, chérie," I groaned in her ear. "It feels so fucking good to fuck a coming cunt, Amber. And it's only sweeter because it's yours. Are you going to take my load?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck it into me, Your Highness."
"You're going to take it all," I told her, feeling myself getting close, my cock throbbing with the need to be emptied where it belonged. "And I'm going to watch you scoop it up with your little fingers and lick up every drop. Got it?"
"Yes, Your Highness," she whispered. Then, before
I could react, her hand went down and wrapped around my length, feeling the spot where I was fucking her and gasping when she felt her own wetness. It was enough to drive me over the edge, and I buried myself inside her to the hilt, reveling in her little gasps and moans as another orgasm ripped through her body. I knew it was going to happen, and my cock started leaking its creamy cum right into her as she held onto my girth, squeezing, milking it with both her fingers and her cunt.
She didn't stop too soon. My little girl kept going until she was filled up to the brim, until I was the one groaning, almost ready to ask her to stop. And when I pulled out, she plugged her hole with her own fingers, her eyes on mine as she brought them to her lips, licking up my juices off her fingertips.
"Fucking perfection," I groaned as she got off the table, kneeling before me and cleaning my cock for good measure. "I'm going to marry you, chérie."
"You better," she whispered before filling her mouth with me and licking me clean. I braced my hands on her shoulders and let her have her reward.
Chapter Eleven
Amber
“You’d think they’d let us rest on a Sunday,” Safiya whispered in my ear.
I gave her a small nod before returning my attention to the maid, Melanie, standing in front of us. All the women had been told to gather in the common room where we were supposed to receive instructions for our next royal challenge.
I was nervous and excited in equal parts as I faced Melanie, my blood pumping through my veins. I just hoped the Queen wouldn’t be part of this challenge like she had with the last one. The thought of the doctor’s exam still gave me the creeps.
“The court would like to present you with your next challenge,” Melanie said, beaming with pride. “I will take you with me for the test, one by one. The rest of you can wait here until the test is over.”
She looked right at me and motioned for me to follow her.
“Amber, this way, please.”
A murmur of whispers filled the room as I followed Melanie out of the room. I gave the others one last look over my shoulder with my heart pounding harder than ever. I had no idea what lay in store, but given the most recent challenge, I had reason enough to be worried.
Melanie stopped in the hallway leading away from our wing, waiting for me to catch up. Her grey eyes were bright and sparkling as they met mine, and we smiled at one another. I’d grown fond of her – she was always eager to please those of us who had the common sense to treat her nicely.
“Don’t worry,” she said, winking at me. “I’m sure you can pass this one. Pas de problème!”
“I’m not so certain,” I smiled in response. “The last challenge was awful.”
“Well, I don’t think the Queen will be present, if that makes you feel better,” Melanie whispered, glancing down the hallway to make sure nobody overheard. “And to be honest, it’s very obvious you’re the prince’s favorite.”
I blushed at her words, remembering mine and Olivier’s night in the dining hall after he’d told everyone else to leave. My fingertips ghosted over my stomach. He’d fucked me bare… I could be pregnant already. Now that would be a royal scandal.
“Thank you,” I managed. “Do you know what the next challenge is?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” she replied with a kind smile before continuing down the hallway. I was quick to follow, wondering why she was being so mysterious but brimming with excitement. Maybe the horrific challenges were over and now it was time to have some fun.
We came to a stop in front of large double doors, intricately carved with a scene I instantly recognized.
“Is this from Alice in Wonderland?” I gasped, my fingers brushing against the beautiful wood. The scene was from the mad tea party, with Alice sitting at the head of the table and the rest of her party scattered around. It was gorgeous – a moment of madness caught in the most traditional of places. I loved it.
“It is indeed.”
I turned around in the direction of the voice, my eyes widening when I came face-to-face with a face I still very much remembered. A face that filled me with curiosity.
“Bruno!” I said with a wide smile, glancing at Melanie who wore a pretty grin herself. She curtsied before retreating down the hallway. “What are you doing here?”
“Let’s just say I’m part of the challenge today,” he told me with that dark, brooding smile I was starting to think of as his signature. “And I insisted on seeing you first.”
I took a long look at him, drinking in his chiseled features, the dark hair peppered with grey, his smoldering eyes. He was an incredibly handsome man yet so very different to the Prince. I could hardly believe they were related.
“Well, in that case, I’m very flattered,” I smiled, and he returned the expression.
That day, he was wearing a navy-blue suit with a shirt casually unbuttoned at the top. I could see a hint of dark hair on his chest, only a smattering, but it made me think of things that forced a blush back on my cheeks. He was as handsome as ever, and I was glad I’d decided to dress up that morning as his eyes turned to me, appreciatively gliding over the outfit I’d chosen.
“Shall we?” he asked, reaching for the stunning doors. I nodded and followed him into one of the most beautiful rooms I’d seen in the castle so far.
The entire room was made of cherrywood, with a large spiral staircase leading to the upper floor. The walls were adorned with books upon books upon books, tome after tome of stories I’d known and loved as a child. A large sunroof window made the interior of the room sparkle as the morning sun shone in. It was a sight for sore eyes, and I gasped at the beauty of the room.
“This is incredible!” I told Bruno, marveling at some of the volumes on the shelves. “Are they all classics?”
“Mostly,” he responded, coming up behind me. “Classics and a whole lot of fairytales. All the children’s favorites.”
“Did you spend a lot of time here as a child?” I asked. I liked this new side of Bruno, the side that was more talkative and open, ready to speak about more than just the bare necessities.
“I did,” he replied. “My father brought me here often.”
“The King?” I asked, realizing I was being rude a moment too late as he glanced sharply at me. “I’m sorry if I’ve been too forward, Bruno.”
“Not at all,” he replied with a strained smile. “Yes, I spent a lot of time with the King when he was… still around.”
His pain was obvious from the tone of his voice, and I knew not to pry further. But Bruno surprised me by telling me more himself, without being prompted to.
“My father and I were close, perhaps closer than he ever was with Olivier. It was a reason of constant quarreling between us,” he admitted. “But I don’t regret my bond with my father.”
“You shouldn’t,” I said softly. “You should never regret having a bond with your family.”
He rewarded me with the warmest smile I’d seen from him yet.
We shifted our attention to the books, my fingers wandering over the beautiful spines.
“Who picked Alice in Wonderland?” I asked, giving him a conspiratorial look. “I can’t imagine the Queen enjoying something quite so whimsical. She seems quite…”
“Stuck-up?” Bruno suggested. “A royal pain in the ass?”
“Stop,” I giggled. “Someone could overhear you.”
“Oh, I assure you,” he said, a devilish glint in his steel grey eyes. “We won’t be disturbed here. I made sure of it.”
There was a hint of darkness to his voice that made me pick and choose my next words.
“I liked Alice in Wonderland as well,” I admitted. “In fact, it was my favorite as a little girl. My mother used to tell me stories when I was a child. One every night. But Alice was one I picked up myself, and I lost myself in the story. I have a special bond with that book.”
“As do I,” Bruno replied, his jaw twitching as it set firmly into place. “It was my mother’s favorite, too.”
> A silence lay on the room, and I wasn’t certain whether he’d go on, but after a moment’s pause, he started speaking again.
“My mother died when I was very young,” he said. “I don’t have many memories of her. But she read me the story night after night. I know it word for word.”
“That is a beautiful memory,” I muttered, stopping before a shelf that caught my attention. “There are so many copies of the book here.”
“The King collected them for my mother,” Bruno said with the hint of a smile. “She got one as a present for every birthday and every Christmas. It was their tradition.”
“I wonder how the Queen handled it,” I said softly, then turned in Bruno’s direction. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude… I just wonder what it was like, living here with your mum when the Queen and Olivier were in the same building. Were things tense between you?”
“They used to be,” Bruno admitted. “But after my mother passed away, something changed. I don’t think the Queen minds me being around so much. She doesn’t make my life more difficult, at least.”
“And that’s saying a lot for the queen,” I replied, making him laugh out loud. “You know it’s true!”
“It is,” he admitted. “She can be a lot to handle. But I am indebted to her, and I am grateful for what she’s given me. I can stay here, take care of royal business, and help where I am most needed.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” I asked, turning around with my hands placed behind my back. I looked into Bruno’s eyes, imploring him to be honest with me. “You don’t want a different life? You don’t want to be somewhere else?”
Bruno smirked at me before taking a step forward. His hand touched the books behind me, thoughtfully ghosting over the spines.
“No, Amber,” he muttered, his eyes finding mine. “I’m right where I want to be.”
His words sent a quiver of excitement through my body, and I looked down at the floor, blushing fiercely, but unable to fight the smile off my face.
“I like your dress, by the way,” he added after a moment of silence. “Suits you.”