anthology Once Upon A Prince (Ellora's Cave)

by james

  Kanin turned on his side. He pressed his lips to her temple. “Shhh. You need to rest. I don’t want to make you too sore.”

  “I don’t care,” Amelle said. She shifted restlessly against the sheets. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Kanin.”

  “Ahh, my sweet princess, I cannot resist.” He bent forward and brushed his lips across her own. With gentle touches he tasted her, sliding his tongue into her mouth to devour her completely.

  Kanin moved between her thighs. His rigid cock pressed against her slick opening, and Amelle groaned with pleasure. Her body burned for him. She ached to be possessed by him, to feel his shaft inside her. If she were going to marry him tomorrow she wanted to be completely consumed by him. Arching her hips, she sheathed him further inside her.

  Kanin pulled his lips from hers. “Wait,” he said. “I want to make it last.”

  “If I’m to be your wife, we have the rest of our lives,” Amelle countered.

  “We do at that.” He dipped his head and kissed her as he thrust home. He rode her sweetly, each stroke sending her higher and higher.

  Amelle closed her eyes, still not quite believing that this handsome prince had come from the forest to claim her. She reveled in each touch of his fingers, each nip of his teeth. And when she exploded beneath him, she looked up at him as he did the same. My Prince, she thought, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

  * * * * *

  Amelle woke to a light tickling sensation along the inside of her thigh. She sighed, lifting her body towards the sensation. Warm breath blew across her exposed nether lips, and a tremor shot through her. She opened her eyes, peering down her naked body to see Kanin’s chestnut head between her thighs.

  “What are you…ooh!” Her query ended as he stroked his tongue along her outer folds. His tongue lapped at her like a kitten sipping cream, and Amelle clenched her hands into fists. She felt his hands wrap around her waist, holding her still for his ministrations, and she couldn’t help the cry that burst from her lips.

  Her nipples hardened into peaks, sensitized by the cool morning air. She wanted to wrap her legs around him, pinning his marvelous tongue down there forever, and bucked against her bonds as the fantasy consumed her. The fact that she couldn’t only enhanced her desire, and when he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, she nearly came. Taking deep breaths, she closed her eyes as wave after wave of sensation washed through her.

  He pulled away, making her whimper. He crawled up the bed, taking great pains so that she felt his hard organ. She whimpered again, making Kanin chuckle softly in his throat. He paused, brushing his erection against her pussy.

  “Fuck me,” she moaned, feeling her own wetness. She wanted to lift her hips, to slide him deep inside her, but the restraints kept her from moving very far.

  “My dear, you need to learn how to be obedient like all good Logos wives.” He chuckled softly at her words.

  Amelle whimpered in frustration. Her body ached with not being able to have him. A tender ache began in her sex, radiating throughout her body. When Kanin straddled her, she devoured his nakedness with her hungry gaze. She wanted him to move backwards and thrust into her, not caring how hard or how fast. She burned to feel the slide of his shaft inside her wet velvet sheath. Instead, he straddled her head, feeding his turgid shaft towards her mouth like a tender sweet.

  She glanced at it, eyes wide in wonder. A small drop of fluid leaked onto the purple head, and she lifted her head, wondering what he would taste like. A stroke of her tongue and she might have known, but he leaned back out of reach. His shaft bobbed.

  “My dear, you need to learn how to be obedient like all good Logos wives.” He straddled her head, again offering her his cock.

  “How,” she said, suddenly painfully aware of her inexperience.

  “Gently.” He reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, bending her neck. She touched him with her lips, an innocent kiss that made him close his eyes and lean back. “Your tongue,” he said, his voice suddenly ragged.

  She leaned forward, lightly brushing her tongue across the head of his organ. He moaned, a sound so full of desire that she repeated the action. Emboldened by his response, she licked along the sensitive underside, swirling her tongue to retrace the route along the other side. Kanin dove his fingers into her hair, holding her in place so her mouth could work its exquisite magic on his flesh.

  The wanton sounds coming from Kanin only aroused her further. She paused, feeling it touch the back of her throat, and swallowed hard to keep from gagging. She pulled back slightly, and then began to work him in and out her mouth like she wanted him to move in and out of her body. She didn’t know if her actions were correct, never having done such a thing before, but with Kanin kneeling above her, the cords of his neck standing out and low moans coming from his chest, she knew whatever she did caused him pleasure.

  Amelle closed her eyes. Easily, she could imagine his thick cock stroking her, touching the deepest part of her body. A trickle of moisture ran down her thigh, and she whimpered around the shaft in her mouth. She wanted him. Her body ached for him, and to service him while she lay open only made her ache all the more.

  “Oh God,” Kanin groaned. He pulled away. “I have to be in you now.”

  Amelle agreed, and she moaned as he pulled away, and slid over her body.

  Kanin moved between her legs, sliding into her hard and fast. Amelle screamed, her hips bucking beneath him. She felt her inner muscles squeeze around him. Moments later she came, her release ripping through her like a tidal wave. She screamed, wanting to clutch at anything to anchor herself. Kanin thrust once more, then he stiffened above her. She felt his hot seed splash her insides, and he slumped on top of her, breathing heavily.

  He rolled to one side, cradling her as best as her bonds would allow. “Today,” he said, his breathing ragged, “is our wedding day.”

  Amelle shivered. She closed her eyes and wondered if she would be tied up for the wedding too. A hot spike of pleasure coursed through her at the thought.

  * * * * *

  Hours later, Amelle cursed her pleasure at being tied up. After we’re married, how do I know he won’t use me like my mother? There’s this cottage to clean to begin with. Amelle shook her head. She didn’t want to think like that, not with Kanin being so nice to her. But, she couldn’t stop, even though true to his word, Kanin had helped her bathe, dressed her in a gown and fastened restraints around her neck and wrists. She sat slumped at the base of a pole. Her bare bottom rested against the wooden floorboards, warmed by the sun shining through the window. A metal collar around her neck kept her affixed to the pole, and shackles kept her wrists chained. At least I can walk around in a circle. She felt like a dog bound to the corner of a porch. She wore a thin white shift of light diaphanous fabric. It concealed her nakedness, yet as the light slanted through the window, it illuminated her form, rendering her nearly naked to the gathered guests.

  What she saw outside the window horrified her. A stag, packs draped across its back, walked into the clearing. Suddenly, the image of the stag wavered, leaving a naked man standing in his place. He picked up the packs and dressed as if there were nothing wrong with standing naked in a stranger’s yard. Perhaps there wasn’t, for a beautiful swan landed not far from him, shimmering into a woman with a fall of long silver-white hair to her ankles. She must have known the stag-man, for he offered her a gown, which she donned.

  More creatures arrived. Thankfully, none were predatory. She caught a glimpse of Kanin, looking handsome in a pair of leather breeches and vest, as he greeted a trio of large rabbits. The three transformed into lithe young women, whom he hugged and gave chaste kisses on the cheek in turn.

  A frown worried her lips. Must I share him with the whole of the animal kingdom? From the woods came two young men that Amelle recognized as two otters that had arrived earlier. They carried an arch of twined willow branches and set it in the front yard. Women immediately rushed around it, decorat
ing it with flowers.

  It seemed such a mundane task, and if creatures weren’t transforming into people, she would think it was a normal village wedding. Nothing about this wedding is normal. She looked wryly at the chains on her wrist. She watched them continue to decorate the willow arch. I’m going to be stuck here, just like I was stuck in my mother’s cottage. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t have come. I should have run away instead. My father wanted to keep my mother in the forest, that’s why she left. I will not do the same. I will not let Kanin keep me as a prisoner.

  That’s where I’m going to be married, she thought, and couldn’t surpass a shiver. One of the hare maidens set a crown of small willow branches on Kanin’s head, then stepped back to admire the view. Amelle tried to stop the smile that quirked the corners of her lips, but seeing Kanin standing there with a willow-branch crown on his head, she couldn’t suppress the emotion. She allowed her eyes to wander over the broad planes of his chest, down to his narrow hips encased in the brown leather leggings. He turned, giving her a view of his muscular butt.

  The door to the cabin opened. Amelle watched as a young girl entered. Looking at her, Amelle thought she looked like one of the rabbits. The girl wore a white cotton shift nearly as translucent as her own and carried a basket. When she set the basket down, Amelle saw the woman’s reddened nipples, and the dark thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. The young woman seemed not to mind her near nudity or Amelle’s curious gaze as she stopped beside the post.

  “Kanin asked that I ready you for the ceremony.”

  “Ready me?” she asked, her mind conjuring up the horrors of the Logos’ wedding rituals.

  “I have brought your wedding dress.” She returned to the basket and pulled out the most beautiful garment that Amelle had ever seen. The white dress had slim straps and a low cut bodice. Someone had taken great pains to embroider roses along the hem of the dress and on a thin piece of fabric that would fall between her breasts. She realized the material was of the same, translucent fabric that the girl was wearing, and that everyone would be able to see her nudity. Amelle blushed.

  “It’s—it’s—” her mind refused to supply her with words.

  The young girl chuckled. “A bit much? I know, but Kanin has exquisite taste. My name is Meredin, by the way.”

  “Thank you,” Amelle said. “Can you tell me a bit about the wedding? What should I expect?”

  Meredin gently laid the dress over the basket and walked over to sit beside Amelle. “Do not worry. There will be a simple ceremony. Kanin will claim you in front of everyone and then we will feast and dance.” Her eyes lit up. “It is beautiful.” Meredin sighed. “I wish I could be the one marrying Kanin. All the girls do really.”

  Amelle found herself empathizing with the young Logos. She found Meredin just like the young village girls she’d met when she traveled with her mother. Girlhood fantasies seemed to be the same at any age. “Claim me?” she asked, unclear of that part of the ceremony.

  Images from last night rose unbidden in her mind. She remembered Kanin kneeling over her face, his cock inches from her lips. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment of ecstasy, as she daydreamed about swirling her tongue around the large, purple head. Her breathing deepened and her lips parted.

  “Oh, not that kind of claiming,” Meredin said with a giggle. “Don’t worry. Let’s get you into this dress.”

  The young Logos’s words brought Amelle back to the present and a flush crept over her cheeks at being caught fantasizing about Kanin.

  It was awkward, with her chained and shackled, but luckily the dress had many small fastenings, and soon, Meredin had her dressed in the flowing gown. Amelle looked down at herself, seeing the blush from her nipples through the fabric, the tiny chain of roses connecting the bodice of her dress. The skirt had many slits so that as she moved, her legs could be seen, and the thin fabric left little to the imagination. Apparently the Logos had no taboo on nudity, something Amelle knew she would have to get used to. Kind of like their being able to shape shift.

  She felt the silken fabric against her skin, and the gentle friction caused her nipples to harden. Closing her eyes, she felt the tug of a brush through her hair. The gentle action relaxed her, as the young women deftly plaited and bound her hair into tiny braids all over her head. The door opened with a creak, and she looked up to see Kanin standing in the doorway. He looked at her, his gaze hungry with desire.

  “Leave us,” he ordered, and Meredin ceased her brushing. She gave a conspiring wink to Amelle, and then darted out the door.

  “Kanin,” she said, watching as her future husband crossed the floor with long strides. He knelt beside her chair, his gaze taking in her legs bare beneath the skirt and her nipples pressing against the fabric. Gently, he laid his hand on her leg. The simple motion sent heat rushing through her, and when he slipped his fingers through the fabric to caress the insides of her thighs, she nearly cried out.

  He parted the fabric of her dress to reveal her bare legs. Leaning forward, he kissed the top of her leg. She felt the heat from his lips like a brand. Placing tiny sucking kisses along the inside of her parted thighs, he enflamed her with gentle nips of his teeth.

  Amelle felt herself growing wet and knew that he could smell the musk of her arousal. She parted her legs, inviting him to kiss higher, and he obliged, sliding forward. He trailed his tongue along the outside of her swollen lips. “Oh princess,” he said, punctuating each word with a tiny lick. “It is going to be so good between us.” Amelle couldn’t agree more. The bliss she had experienced in his arms only whetted her appetite for more.

  He slid his tongue into her quim, finding the tiny knot of pleasure. He licked it, drawing the swollen bead between his lips.

  Her fingers flew to his hair, twining there as if to hold him to her forever. As his tongue and his lips worked magic on her heated flesh she wondered if marrying him might not be such a scary proposition after all.

  Kanin lifted his head, and Amelle saw that her juices coated his lips. In the village, brides weren’t allowed to see their grooms on their wedding day, not until the ceremony, and now she knew why. She slid to the edge of the chair, parting her legs even further.

  “Why did you stop?”

  “Who said anything about stopping?” Kanin rose to his feet and quickly shed his vest and leggings. He stood gloriously naked in front of her, and then knelt between her parted legs. Amelle kissed him. She tasted herself on his skin.

  Kanin clasped her hands and drew her from the chair to sit in his lap. He leaned back, his cock thrusting into the air between them. “I want you my sweet princess.”

  Amelle’s insides quivered as she looked down on his hard phallus. With reverence, she reached out and stroked her fingers along the length. No prince could be a finer specimen than her Kanin, and biting her lip in concentration she rose over him. Her quim hovered over his shaft, and she looked into his eyes. The chains on her bonds hung taut between her and the post

  “Ride me,” Kanin said. “Ride me like a wild stallion.”

  Amelle chuckled. She caressed his length and rubbed her thumb over his slit. “You are a rabbit not a horse, though you may be built like one.”

  “Then imagine me as a giant rabbit upon which you ride. We bound through the meadows together.”

  “You mock me,” she said. She lowered herself so that he brushed against her pussy, and slowly, she lowered herself on his cock. Kanin clasped her waist, his hands nearly spanning her slight frame.

  Amelle rocked her hips, relishing the feel of his shaft inside her. She looked down at him, at the love shining on his face, and knew Kanin was happy to take her as a bride. Her lips parted and she breathed heavily.

  Kanin groaned. The muscles rippled in his arms as he guided her motion. She pumped faster, her muscles tightening around him as her orgasm neared.

  “Oh, Kanin, yes,” she gasped as her body exploded in pleasure.

  Kanin surged into her. He groaned, a low s
ound of satisfaction, and she felt him come. He shuddered and his hands lightly stroked her.

  “Oh, Princess, everyone is happy for us, Amelle. Will you agree to be my wife?”

  The raw need in his eyes nearly took her breath away. She forced her gaze away from him, out the window where someone set up a table laden with food.

  Slowly, she rose from him and sat again in her chair. Although they’d just made love, her body ached for his touch. She had told him before that she would marry him, but now chained in his home, she didn’t know.

  “Meredin told me that you claimed me in front of everyone, Kanin. What does that mean?” She glanced back at him, wanting to know the answers. “And why do you keep me chained here? My mother told me that my father wanted the same thing from her and that’s why she fled. I will not be your prisoner.”

  His gaze darkened, and Amelle felt as if he were touching her through her clothes. “I will make love to you in front of everyone. The public proof of our binding, when done at the ritual time, binds us together. You are not a prisoner, love. This is for your own good.”

  “For my own good? In front of everyone?” Amelle squeaked. She wanted to scurry away from Kanin, to hide from him and his suddenly too rough desires. The Logos seemed a frightening people, with strange customs and rituals. She looked in Kanin’s eyes and knew he spoke the truth. “I cannot become your wife,” she said. She remained looking at him long enough to see the hurt pass across his features, then he stood, dressed and left the cottage. “I want you to let me go. I want to leave.”

  Amelle slumped against the pole. Grief washed through her. Feeling her eyes sting with a need to cry, Amelle stared out the window. She watched as an older man walked up to Kanin. The two men spoke, then Kanin shook his head. He wore a dejected air, and she tried not to think about how much she had hurt him.

  She closed her eyes, not wanting to see any more of the wedding preparations. It wasn’t right, she thought, to keep the bride shackled before her wedding day. She thought again about Kanin’s reply that they were going to make love in front of everyone and shivered. Her thoughts combined with her earlier exertions made her sleepy and she drifted into a fitful nap.