His Royal Hugeness: A Rags-to-Royal Romance (Short & Steamy)

by Alice May Ball

  Serena

  F I’D KNOWN, I wouldn’t have let it get that far. Nowhere near it.

  As it was it still went far too far.

  The trouble really started when the banter at the table I was serving was getting out of hand. I backed away and made the palms forward gesture. The others at the table, I think they could have gone either way. This one, though, as he got up out of his chair with that fat grin on his face, the sound in the room changed. There was a tense kind of a hush as he got up and moved to stand behind me.

  Even his dumb rich friends knew this was heading south too fast. “Dimitri,” one of them said. A thin grin and his head on one side, “Come on. Let the girl do her job.”

  Dimitri was up. Trying to get behind me. Making me move to avoid him. His hips swayed. I turned and we went in a circle. The room around us getting quieter. Him shouting louder. Raising his arms like it was a dance. A game.

  I lifted my elbows as his hands swiped nearer. We took the orders on little tablets. Wrote with our fingers, so I didn’t even have a pen I could jab at him with. All I could do to defend myself was to try and evade him. That and tell him ‘No.’

  But that’s confrontation. That’s in the ‘last resort’ category. Pat their hands away if you must. Without actually making contact. If at all possible. Because that’s escalation. If you can’t wave or pat them away, you may have to tell them ‘No.’

  That’s the point of no return. Almost always. After a ‘No,’ if you haven’t got enough force and willpower to keep a customer in his place, then you’d have to shout for help. Security will come. They’ll take care of you. Defend you if need be.

  That’s not how you want the situation to go. Not ever. And it never had for me. Never came near it. Not before then. De-escalating is what you want. Keep it as light as you can. Don’t make an issue unless you really have to.

  If security have to come then it’s probably all over. All the time a situation is being handled like that, the customer and their party, they’re not ordering drinks. Nobody’s having fun. It’s not a profitable time. Nobody’s ever going to tip you from the curb. Not after they’ve been thrown out.

  But that wasn’t the big part.

  I’ll never know for sure if I could have handled it. Because of him. He’d only just arrived. He saw what was happening. Once I saw him, it was hard for me to keep concentrated on Dimitri or whatever he was called. That was where it nearly got out of hand.

  Huge and easy, he moved in like a big cat. All grace and rolling sinew. He glowed with arrogance. His eyes locked on me and it was like flashlights went off. I felt like I was on a red carpet.

  The idiot behind me faded away so I wasn’t thinking about him anymore. I let my concentration go.

  In the light of those eyes it was like I was hypnotized. Like the moment I’d been waiting all my life for had showed up, unannounced and with no warning.

  When his eyes flashed and he started to look me up and down, I remember nodding. Yes. This was it. I came alight inside. This is not a drill.

  His eyes stroked and caressed me from head to foot. Weighed and lapped at my tits. Ran all over my hips. Gazed hungrily at my thighs. I squirmed when he looked up to the too-short hem of my skirt.

  Dimitri was saying something behind me and it was like he was in another room. I was busy. Busy being licked all over by the eyes of this mass of walking sex. We were grinning. Not too much, just tiny grins with our eyes. But together. We grinned in secret and in synch.

  Dimitri’s fingers fluttered on my ass. Grabbing at me. I swatted him away. Didn’t think about it.

  Next thing I knew, Dimitri roared and yelled. The prince was there. In front of me. Even then, all I could think of was the smell of him. The heat and the size of him. And, stupidly, how he felt like he was mine.

  He said a word or two to Dimitri, who was easily as big as he was. Maybe a little heavier. My prince smiled and his eyelids waved shut as he gave one tiny shake of his head. Dimitri shouted something.

  My stomach flipped and the world changed then.

  In all the noise, in the bar, it faded like we were in a cocoon. Everyone and everything else blurred away behind a misty glow. That can’t have lasted more than a second. It could have been the start of a lifetime. The thoughts that ran through my mind in that instant, though, all the things I thought of. Wanted.

  He punched the idiot. Right in the face. Like it was nothing, like a shrug, the prince let a schoolboy grin light his face. Then slammed his fist into Dimitri’s stupid nose. Dimitri’s feet came off the floor and his arms waved like broken windmills. He toppled backward and crashed into the table. Glasses spilled and shattered around him.

  The whole bar erupted. All the bikers and truckers, all the men who had held their tempers against the noisy gaggle of entitled brats jumped to their feet. This was going to be a full-scale riot. That wasn’t the big part.

  I mean, if an oaf fell in a forest and nobody heard him, well, that would have been different. But it wasn’t a forest and plenty of people were close by, all around us. And they all heard it.

  Chair legs and tables scraped on the floor. heavy beer glasses and whiskey tumblers slammed on tables. The whole barroom full of bikers and truckers grunted and shouted as they all rose out of their seats. Like dozens of heads and shoulders on a single body. They were usually a great bunch and pretty well behaved. Maybe a little rowdy now and then.

  Men with that much pumping testosterone see a chance of a fight, especially a big one, they get started and they can’t stop. This was going to be a brawl. That was fun as far as they were concerned.

  It was like someone ran around a paddock of huge, angry, black bulls, jabbing a pocket knife in their asses and then waving a fire-red cloth in their faces.

  The rumble sounded like an earthquake started by a volcano.

  He wasn’t fazed. Head and shoulders above all of them, he looked around the room with the sweetest, gentlest smile.

  Straight tall, standing at his full height, my prince, my rescuing hero said, “Chill.” Firm but easy. Friendly, even. Like, We’re in this together. His voice had a sound that said, Let’s keep it together. And his eyes raked slowly over everyone in the room. His easy stare under half closing lids was enough. With that trace of a smile. One by one, they all slowly sat back down.

  And the room quieted. That felt like it was the big part. That quiet. the whole room was still in his command.

  But the part that I remember most came after. Of course.

  “Everyone here,” he said, with even a trace of shyness, “All of you. Have another drink. Bar staff? One more of what everyone here has. On my card.”

  As I watched him I remember thinking that I hadn’t breathed for a long time. When I did let a breath out it was slow and long. He was looking at me. His eyes held me. Again, I felt the flash of recognition. It wasn’t like me and him, it was like there was already an ‘us.’

  There, right then, something in the back of my head had snapped a light on. It was trying to show me something. But I didn’t want to see it. Not then. Not yet.

  But he held his hand out to me.

  The only thing I could do was to run. I turned and ran from the room. Out of the staff door. Out to the hallway. I ran down the hallway and my eyes were misting over.

  By the time I reached the door the led out back I could hardly see at all. There was a sound behind me as I reached for the door handle. Something big. And hot. Close behind me. I whirled to see. He was reaching around me to the door handle.

  I fell back against the door. So he couldn’t open it. From his chest I looked up into his face. So beautiful. So magnificent. So wrong.

  I was grateful, of course I was. More than that I was breathless. Speechless. I was overcome by a dizzy sense of unreality. Up close, he was huge. I don’t know why it surprised me so much. I was flustered. Hot and light headed. I tingled from head to foot. Most of all, the tingle that spread out in hot streaks made me want to reach down. I was ho
lding on to my skirt. I think I even flapped it. I couldn’t keep still.

  The hot scent of him so near, I couldn’t breathe. And he was so big. I glanced down. His pants, in front of his hips, bulged like a tent. The weight inside was straining his jeans. I felt the heat of a rampant rage pulsing in there.

  Didn’t I. And by then I was already breathless. Wasn’t I.

  Crown Prince Hugo

  N THAT hot, dark hallway where she told me I wasn’t allowed to be, her hips pivoted and rolled against mine. Her moan was like a prayer. A plea. This was going to be regally sensational. She squirmed as I clutched her ass. My fingers stretched down, cupping and loving the weight of the curve. My pelvis jerked as I savored the gorgeous meeting of her ass with the tops of her thighs.

  The tips of my fingers felt the heat ahead. Under. Between. I reached and stretched my fingers along the warm wetness of her panties. She shook as I traced the hem, played along the join between cotton and flesh.

  Scratching and probing along the wet fabric, my fingertips followed the heat and I breathed deep to take in the fabulous rising scent. I’ve always been a bit of a nut for scents. Perfumes and fragrances were a minor obsession. I could distinguish the heavenly light, honey notes for between her breasts as she heated up and the dark, heady, sensual siren call from between her legs.

  Hot trembling flesh waited inside her panties and I relished the shivers that coursed through her as I brushed, gently, but firmly, from the crack of her ass, all the way forward. When I pressed lightly at the top of her pussy, right beneath the stalk of her clit, she moaned and her arms pulled me closer. Tighter.

  I fluttered kisses between her breasts. I didn’t want to leave them. But I didn’t want to part from any of her. I wanted every lovely curve and crease of her in between my lips at once. to press and squeeze. To suck and trill with the hard point of my strong, fast tongue. To nibble her. Taste her. And drink her. Deep.

  To taste her. From her toes to her tits and her fingertips. To nibble her neck and her earlobes nip at the backs of her thighs. To unwrap her, to rip off her infuriating blouse and her skirt. Tear her panties apart. And part her. Plunge into her.

  I wanted my mouth in between her breasts. Inside her thighs. On her tummy and up in the soft folds of her sweet pussy. The intoxicating scent was unmistakable. She was crying me a river already. A flow of luscious pussy juice was going to waste when I could have been lapping up every last drop, suckling it from under her hood and coaxing it from all the way up her, diving with the greedy snake of my tongue far, deep into her delicious channel.

  Her ass was so beautiful, I had to see it. Her eyes widened as I turned her around. I nibbled at her ear, kissed her throat while my hands slid down over her breasts, her ribs, and paused to hold her waist. The soft mounds of her ass rolled against me. Pressing back.

  My cock stretched and strained. It ached as her soft cheeks rolled back against me. She tilted up and down the length of it, with a movement so perfect, I wanted to fuck her right away. But I knew, she was to be my queen.

  There was an order to things. My hands held her ass. She squirmed and I held her firm. Her head leaned back against me and her eyes rolled. “What are you doing to me?” her murmur awoke the muscles in my thighs. Pushing and spreading against her fabulous ass, I pulled her tighter.

  Her hand slipped back. Onto my abs. She moaned as her palm slid down. I never had to discipline myself as much as I did then. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. I thought I was going to lose it completely.

  She leaned back against me. Her teeth bit into her lip. Her hand ran hard down the length of my cock. Her eyes rolled. She held it. My mind was slipping away as her tiny fingers tried to grip around the huge shaft.

  In one move, she popped open the five rivet buttons on my pants. Her hand was inside and plunged behind the waistband into the soft white cotton of my briefs. I groaned as her little hand came to grips with the huge pulsing snake in my pants. She squealed and moaned. And she dragged it out.

  I couldn’t refuse her. How could I? Despite of all the alarm bells and klaxons clanging in my brain, my royal body wanted her. Needed her. Right there. Right then.

  I steered her hips. Nudged my cock into the heavenly heat between her thighs. She, wide eyed with her head shaking, held it, pressed it against her. And I, I couldn’t refuse her. How could I? I sawed, rhythmically, in long, firm strokes. Gripped between her thighs and rasping against the hot wetness of her panties, I stroked her throat. I squeezed her breasts. And I pulled her ass against me.

  The slick crown of my head nosed hard around her opening and her clit, through the taut, wet fabric. Her eyes stretched wide and then rolled. She reached back to grabbed my ass.

  I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make her mine. I didn’t think I would be able to stop.

  Serena

  OLDING THAT HOT, jumping log, squeezing it’s thick, silky hardness up between the tops of my thighs, feeling it press and rub against the length of my weeping pussy, the size of it alone should have given me all the clue that I needed. But it didn’t. I wasn’t doing much thinking.

  And the thinking that I was doing, well, let’s just say that it wasn’t exactly helping. Thinking about how it easy would be just to get the thin strip of wet cotton out of the way. He was so near. So near he was almost there. pushing, shoving, rubbing against my needy lips. That was closer already than a cock had ever come to opening and breeching my pristine pussy.

  And I wanted it. I wanted him. I didn’t know. Not then.

  I wanted that rock, that ramrod to open me up. Pierce me. Split me wide and penetrate me for the first time. Even though I knew it could be wrong. I pushed away the distant echo of the memory of how ridiculously fertile all the women in my family were.

  ‘Mega-fucking-fecund’ was how my aunt described it, shaking her head with twins on each knee and the triplets running around her rocking chair while the elder four kids were out at school.

  All it would take was a few strokes of the mass of meat, the force of flesh that was already in my fingers. Hot life pulsing and zinging along the thick length of its ridges. My wings already dragged along the back of it. It only needed to come in. And up.

  All I knew at that moment was ‘Fuck me!’ My knees quivered. His hands, stroking my throat, squeezing my breasts to make my nipples ready to explode. Holding me low on my hips. Grabbing at my ass.

  I wanted him. More than I ever wanted anything before. My mind had no part of it, my body needed him. I wanted him between my breasts. In my face. Down my throat. In my hand. And I wanted him to shove and slip his whole huge length inside me. All the way up. I wanted him to fill me. Everywhere. Oh. Everywhere. Yes.

  The velvety ridges of his great hard pole scraped the tops of my quivering thighs. I gripped as tight as I could. Held him with my thighs clenched. My knees weakened as my thighs shook.

  The hard knob pushed against my wet panties, rubbing the cotton against my lips. Bruising and flattening them. Spreading them wide to make a channel for his cock to rub and tease against my trembling mound. The crackles of sensation from my clit made my back arc.

  My pelvis rocked. Feeling the length of him. I lengthened and stretched my throat to let out the ripping moan. My fingers clawed and I shook my head as he shoved harder, faster. Taking me nearer and nearer to that dizzying ledge.

  Swirling snaps and zings flashed out from my core. Out like liquid fire, they seared and sparked to my nipples. Down my thighs. Up to my throat.

  His cock was the most magnificent thing I ever held. When he turned me around, I almost couldn’t let go of it.

  Crown Prince Hugo

  TURNED HER to face me. Her moist face glowed. Her eyes gleamed. She wriggled as I slipped her panties down. The scent of her made it hard for me to even think. As I slid the wet underwear down, her leg lifted. My face lowered. I slipped the wet garment down, over her other foot. And off. As I slipped them in my pocket for safe keeping, the nearness of her heavenly pussy
was irresistible. I lifted her thighs.