His Royal Hugeness: A Rags-to-Royal Romance (Short & Steamy)
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Crown Prince Hugo
Serena
Crown Prince Hugo
Serena
Crown Prince Hugo
Serena
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HIS ROYAL HUGENESS
A Rags to Royal Romance
Alice May Ball
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Crown Prince Hugo
HE ROAR of my voice filled the room before me, as soon as I flung open the paneled mahogany doors. Crystal in the chandeliers tinkled and the high casement windows shook. I kicked the door to my royal apartments shut behind me as I stamped into the reception room. Decanters and glasses jingled and trembled as my boots hammered across the floor.
“No, your Royal Majesty,” I shouted into the handset of the palace phone. “I am not going to the fucking ball. I don’t care if every fucking lady in fucking waiting is laying in a line with their mouths and their legs wide open and a fucking cherry between their tits, your Majesty.” I listened with all the politeness I could muster and it wasn’t a whole lot. “No, you do not have to remind me that you’re the fucking king. Do I have to remind you that it was me who fucking crowned you, father?” I threw the handset neatly through a quartered pane of the bow window.
When I was angry my aim was always perfect. And I was furious.
Once upon a time, I remember wishing there were a Swipe Royal app. An app you could get on your phone to update all the royally eligible princesses. Duchesses, countesses, honorables and so on.
Now all I wanted was an app to match the girl to the pair of panties that I kept in my pocket since that night ten days ago. I found her. The woman of all my dreams. Then I lost her. She ran. Terrified of the famously huge royal cock or of my filthy reputation, I’ve no idea which. Maybe both. But I know how she made my heart hunger.
Even if I had a bloody Swipe bloody Royal app, it wouldn’t do me any bloody good now. Whoever that wonderful girl was, I was pretty damned sure she didn’t have the tiniest drip of bloody royal blood in her veins.
I knew that the scent and the taste of her gorgeous pussy was what I needed in the royal bloody bedchamber every fucking night. And that pussy was where I wanted to make the next generation of royal babies. But I would never be able to do any of that now and if I couldn’t have her for my queen then there weren’t going to be any bloody royal babies.
And I knew from the start, I’d get bloody hell about all of that from my father the king if he ever got wind of it. Made me think I should never have even made him king. Maybe I should think about uncrowning the old bastard. That might show him.
Some wag suggested I go around the country trying the panties on all the girls I could find. See who they fit. Dumbass. Could be fun, I suppose, if it weren’t so bloody important. But I haven’t got the appetite for sniffing or anything else with an endless parade of girls who are not my princess. not when I know that she’s out there. Somewhere.
She had no idea who I was. I could tell when her lovely brown eyes first lifted up and held mine. Not being recognized was an unfamiliar kind of a thrill, too. Especially with the way that she looked at me.
The instant I saw her she sucked up all my attention. Like she was a hot magnet for my eyes. She watched me stomp toward her and as my eyes traveled over her body. I was so focused on her, on her eyes, and her curves, her delicious body, I could almost have forgotten to rescue her.
The connection was instant and electric. Without a word I could have cupped her head in my hand, tipped her face to mine, kissed her, dragged her body to mine. My hands could have made all the introduction we needed. My hands and my lips. And the famous royal weapon.
A rage came over me, I wanted her so badly. I could have found her inside her skirt. Ripped her wet panties apart. Lifted her onto the royal staff and impaled her. If we hadn’t been in a public place, in a room full of people, I don’t know what would have happened. Her eyes said ‘yes.’
Her curves set me alight inside. The famous royal hugeness was already stirred and rising to attention. But the big thrill came after I’d looked. When my eyes had roamed all over her, imagined licking around the soft curves of her thighs, cupping, grabbing and pressing my mouth onto the heart-grabbing swell of her fantastic breasts, after I looked as hard as I could to see her ass, an ass that I knew would be phenomenal.
No, the first huge, thumping charge came when my eyes wandered back up. I had to check that the face I’d glimpsed was really as perfect as I thought. And her eyes were already on me, waiting. Ready to greet mine. She had been watching as I studied her. My world flipped as the trace of her smile widened. Her eyes flashed alight with hunger.
She was the one, I had found her. I knew it immediately. She was the woman who had to be my queen. This was the woman I needed to make royal babies with. And I needed to get started right away. When I found her eyes waiting for mine the ringing of bells sounded from deep down as my sword swung up to extend its length still further. The heavy keys to the palace jangled in my pocket.
I strode straight to her. She shook as I and took her hand in mine. A quake started in me, too.
But there was rescuing to be done.
Serena
AYBE I COULDN’T have handled the situation in the club on my own. Not without him stepping in. I would most likely have lost my job there either way. That didn’t make me any less angry about it.
When he flashed the hard glint in his eyes, coupled with that easy ‘I can do anything’ smile, I kind of stopped thinking altogether. And the sheer size of him. Every part of him. My breath caught. All thought froze and drifted like lace to the floor.
Apart from my fevered brain speculating about what was in his pants, okay? Let’s put that out there and get it right out of the way. I admit it, alright? It’s not a secret and I’m not ashamed of what I thought. He was huge in every sense, it was obvious. I mean, really obvious.
Despite my complete lack of any experience — I have none. Zip. Nada. You could say I’ve avoided it. You might think it’s avoided me. Maybe I’d say it was mutual. I thought there would be a time when it would be perfect. Now I know there won’t. There it is — Okay, leaving my almost complete inexperience on one side, I have what you would have to call a really filthy mind. I mean, really. Don’t even go there.
So, yes. Definitely. I had registered the considerable ridge forming inside the front of his pants. It looked like a mountain range from above. If when you stared at a mountain range it uncoiled and thickened. Straightened and lengthened itself.
My throat dries just thinking about it. That thing could have subdued the whole barroom all on its own. If it cracked out of the front of his pants like it looked like it was about to, then slammed on the table in front of him, I’m damned sure everyone in the room would have stopped to catch their breath. Then sat back down.
Nobody’s going to argue with a thing like that
. Although my mind by then was already playing with ways I might wrestle with it. Or climb it. Or just see if I could fit the whole thickness of it into my mouth. It would be a stretch just to get my lips around it. But then, with care and relaxation, I thought should be able to swallow it all the way down to my belly button. Breathing could be tricky. But I always thought breathing could be over-rated.
Meanwhile, back at the riot. There had never been any trouble in HornDogz, not that kind. A little brawl now and then, but after, the bikers and truckers would just grin and bro hug. They’d all buy each other another drink and go straight back to how they were before.
But there hadn’t ever been a night like that one. Not since I was working there. But then, there were never crowds of big, entitled, mega-rich loudmouthed douches in among the regulars either so, hey. Go figure.
HornDogz was always noisy, but there was a rhythm, a kind of a tune to the noise. You got used to it and you could hear a trucker telling you what he’d like to do in the back of his cab at the same time you hear a drinks order from three tables away. As soon as the barged in the doors, that bunch of whooping, entitled show-offs made a noise that didn’t fit. Like a spurt of little dogs with no training. You could see tension spread out across the room as their yaps stabbed everybody’s ears and jabbed into their space.
When he showed up was just when the trouble was about to kick off. You could feel it like a current, like a flow of invisible lava through the room. Invisible. Hot. And deadly.
But he made it all stop. He had that power. I should have known who he was. And that’s where it’s all my fault. If like anybody else on the planet, I didn’t have my nose jammed in textbooks and my eyes stuck in papers and exams, if I knew gave as much as one little thought to the world around me, I wouldn’t have let him near me. Not that near.
I’d never let anyone that near me before.
Now I don’t want anybody else. And I can’t have him. And I have to have somebody else. A man I cannot stand to breathe the same air with.
The sexiest man in the world wanted to fuck me senseless, but I knew that if he did, he’d discard me straight afterwards just like all the others. So instead I have to marry the most disgusting man in the world.
So, yeah. Thanks, Prince Hugo.
Crown Prince Hugo
LEASE.” I told her, “Wait there,” as I dealt with the mess of trouble, the rising riot. I knew she had nothing to do with starting it. Nothing deliberate.
Her looks alone would have inflamed those rich and royal idiots. Kids who I knew all too well. What happened then, the noise and the fight, it was just what I had to do. We’ll come back to that. She’s the important part. She was all that mattered to me.
So afterwards, when it was done, she rushed away. I followed her out. She pushed through the staff’s entrance from that rowdy bar. I stepped out behind her. Out into a dark corridor. She told me I shouldn’t be there.
I wasn’t allowed. It was a little thrill being told that.
Nobody had said that to me in a very long time. She was playful about it, too. Her eyes danced. Even after what she had been through.
Leaned back against the wall, her face tilted up to me. Her chest heaved and her lovely full breasts swelled. The rise that she’d started in my pants stiffened more. My pants were stretched way too tight.
Her eyelids lowered as she said, “You can’t be out here. It’s against the rules. You’ll get me into so much trouble.” Her lips parted as she leaned back against the dark wall.
I leaned closer. The scent and the heat of her made me light-headed. The chase was on. “Why do I get the sense that you won’t get into all that much trouble, really?” she straightened as I came nearer to her but her look was wary. Apprehensive. “Could it be because you didn’t try to stop me from following you out here?”
She pulled herself up to her full height. She raised a hand. I took it and I kept my eyes on hers as I bent my head to flutter a soft kiss on her fingers. My body urged me to do so much more than that. Restraining myself felt like one of my more heroic efforts. As it turned out, it may not have been so excellent an idea after all.
“Or maybe,” I said bending my face near to hers, my voice lowered to be deeper. More confidential. “Maybe you’ve realized that it whatever trouble it is, it will be worth it.”
She slapped my cheek. Hard. The look of fire in her eyes quickened my pulse and the hot sting was delicious. My eyes blazed at her.
I put my hand on her tender waist. Pulled her closer. Her lips pressed together and the tip of her tongue slid between them.
The slide of her breasts as they pillowed against me made me even harder. Her eyes widened and I caught her hot scent. That made me hold her even tighter.
I stood close in front of her, the top of her head reached almost up to the height of my chest. Looking up with her head back, her lovely neck stretched and exposed the soft paleness of her throat. The urge to run my teeth up it was overpowering.
Her eyelids fluttered and her lip trembled as I took hold of her chin. Sliding my hand around and under her ear, I held the back of her neck. Pulled her higher. She sighed and her eyes were almost closed as she stretched on tiptoe.
My lips found hers. Even as she held back, her lips stretched to meet and fit to mine. Her mouth and mine were made for each other. Made to be the gateway. The introduction. The first dance.
Made to carry the passion and lust that pulsed and pumped through me, swelled my veins and, I knew, fanned and pumped the heat in her body. While she held back, demure, cautious, I felt every muscle in her torso, every inch of her skin, come to life, sensing, feeling. Wanting. Wanting me. Like I wanted her.
I kissed her and the echoing darkness of that corridor faded away. We were wrapped together and I knew she was the woman I needed. The thrill of her breath as our mouths connected, the dance of her body in my arms, called to my inner soul. And to the buzzing pulses in my straining cock.
Her body came to mine. She kissed me back. Our lips clung and danced. And I heard music. Birdsong. And the thunder of my pulse. The crispness of her tight white shirt strained. It was open almost to her stomach.
And I felt the tropical heat in her hips, the rising need of her mound, the pining of her flower, trembling for the rescue of my ready weapon. Our tongues were alive and entwined. Her breath and mine met and melted together. I held her every way that I could. Every nerve in me wanted every inch of her. My body tingled all the way to my toes when her fingers ran though my hair.
Noisily, hungrily we kissed. Our breath and our tongues explored each other like the frenzied whirls and spins at the climax of a ballet. Our hands hunted every part of each other’s bodies. My hips tilted hard into her as her fingers reached around to my waist then dropped to trill over my ass. She gasped as my cock beat and stretched even longer, threatening to burst open the buttoned fly on the tented front of my pants.
When I pulled back her eyes were desperate. Pleading. I bent again to kiss her soft milky flesh, exposed at the tops of her fabulous, full bosom. The delicious scent and the heat in the press of her marvelous tits made my head light. It was like I imagine drugs are supposed to be if they were good.
The taste of her was heavenly. My hands cupped the swell of her breasts as I buried my face between them. The only thing better than the taste and the touch of her was the moan that I felt take life and stretch in her chest, rising, calling out, pleading. Needing.
She clutched my hair, tugging with her clenching hands, igniting me as she pulled with her fingers. I told her she was beautiful. It seemed absurd. Obvious. She must know. But I wanted her to hear it. From me.
Squeezing her perfect breasts, I pulled toward the nipples. Pulled so that, even inside her shirt and her bra, and I felt her hot, hardening nipples rub against my stomach. Inside I felt a thrill like trickles of electrified water through my stomach and my hips. Firm, full and pliant, the weight of her breasts in my hands made me gasp to feel the heft of my cock between them.
“Come for me,” I told her as I took a grip of her sensational ass. Her groan made my cock wish it could crow. I needed her flesh. I wanted her hot peach fuzz skin on mine. I needed to peel her out of her clothes.