by Viva Fox
“Let’s get your mind off of that bump, shall we?”
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Meredith leaned in again and kissed Victor as he adjusted himself once again on the edge of the bed so that he had a better angle. She fit herself in between his legs and her hands tangled themselves in his hair as they got more and more intense with the kissing. Their tongues lapped against each other and their lips became almost as if they were connected together.
Victor broke away and began to kiss Meredith’s neck, his hands shifted from his sides and made their way to her back where he began unfastening the straps on the back of her shirt. The loosely tied strings fall gracefully and he pulled the soft fabric off over her head. When he removed the shirt he came face to face with her breasts.
They were like two small porcelain mounds and Victor couldn’t help but reach out to grab them. As he did so, Meredith’s head fell back and she moaned for him to slow down. She took her hands out of his hair and grabbed his hands and placed them back on her hips. Victor wasn’t used to being told that he couldn’t have something. He had become so comfortable with just taking everything and a woman telling him he couldn’t have her body was a new experience. One that he quite liked.
So, with his hands on her hips he continued to kiss her neck and felt her body slowly become covered in goosebumps as his lips lapped at her slightly sweaty skin. He tasted the salt on her skin and wanted more so he continued to kiss her and made his way towards her nipples where he had just been shooed away from. But, his old mentality kicked in and he couldn’t help but try. As he neared her supple breasts she reached up again and lifted his chin so that he was eye to eye with her.
“Not so fast, lover boy. I’m not like the other women you’ve been with.” She began to caress his face and playfully twirled his hair around her finger. “I know what you do to women you sleep with. You love them,” she stopped playing and backed away. “And you leave them.” Meredith pushed him back onto the bed and picked up her shirt so that she could put it back on. Victor sprang forward and grabbed the shirt from her hand so that they were both struggling to try and get a hold of it.
“You don’t know me. I know what the people must think. But I have never sought out a woman before.” With a strong tug he pulled the shirt from her grasp and held it behind his back as she reached out for it. “I want nothing more than to be with you.” Meredith stopped making grabs for the shirt and took a step back, her hands firmly planted on her hips.
“You don’t even know what you’re implying, prince.” Victor held the shirt out as a peace offering and Meredith tentatively reached out to grab it. Victor allowed her to take it, but held his hands up to stop her from putting it on.
“I know exactly what I’m implying.” Victor took a step forward and Meredith dropped the shirt to the floor. His hands grabbed and cupped her butt and he lifted her into the air, their lips connecting for a kiss as he turned and walked back towards the bed with her in his arms. Meredith giggled as they walked.
Victor stood her up so that she was standing next to the bed and turned her so that she was facing the bed. With one hand he bent her over at the waist so that her ass was sitting out prominently. His other hand went to work at unfastening her belt and pants. She bent over patiently and with both hands he slowly pulled her pants down over her ass so that her pussy and ass were out. Without hesitation, even before the pants hit the floor, Victor began to eat her out.
His tongue teased at her lips and clit as Meredith’s hands darted for the bed and for something to grab onto. Her fingers curled up in the small fur that was laid across the bed and she moaned loudly. Victor lifted his hands up and spread her ass cheeks so that he had better access, his tongue lapping at her pussy. With his fingers he began to probe and tease her asshole as well.
Meredith’s moans turned to screaming as Victor shifted from merely licking the exterior and plunged his tongue deep inside her. His stubble tickled at her inner thighs and she could feel herself close to coming. Her body shook with anticipation and goosebumps cascaded across her body as every muscle in her body simultaneously tensed up and let out the most pleasurable feeling she had ever felt.
Victor continued to finger and lick her ass and vagina and she couldn’t help but pull away, even though she loved every moment of it. She stood up and turned to face Victor who was still on his knees, his chin wet. She bent over and lifted him to his feet and kissed him, licking herself off of him. She had never done anything like that before but she loved the feeling. Shifting places she shoved Victor onto the bed.
She made quick work of his pants and shirt and threw them both across the room. Meredith then began to shower his body in kisses before she got down to the real business. Victor took the opportunity to tease at her nipples and fondle her tits as she worked her way down his body. It didn’t take long before she had made her way down to his abdomen and got down to the shaft of his dick. She took a moment to take it in. The rumors were certainly true, the women weren’t only interested in his money.
Meredith took the shaft of his cock in one hand and began to lick the tip as she stroked it. Victor laid back onto the bed and allowed her full power over him. She stroked his shaft until he was hard and with her other hand cupped his balls and played with them slightly, her tongue flicking and licking the head. Victor moaned with each flick and Meredith smiled each time.
She only teased him for a moment before putting his dick into her mouth. Her tongue led it deep back into her throat where she gagged on it slightly. She had handled a few dicks in her time, but this one certainly was the largest. She would have to change up her game plan with this one. Focusing on stroking his dick while sucking on the head proved to work as Victor reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. He didn’t force anything, but rather held her back, making sure that she took her time.
For a few moments she did this, one hand working the shaft, her saliva running down keeping it lubricated, the other juggled his balls as he held her head in place and very gently thrusted slightly in and out of her mouth. He kept his voice low but Meredith knew exactly what he had said: “Fuck me.”
Meredith slurped up any excess spit she had left on his dick and stood up. Victor shifted so that he was fully on the bed and allowed room for Meredith as she made her way on top of him. Her strong thighs mounted him and without much hesitation at all Victor had slid inside Meredith, her breath getting caught up in her throat.
His dick immediately began to throb inside her tight pussy, her legs slowly shifting and thrusting over his crotch. Her hands were firmly planted on his chest and her fingers grasped at his chest hair as their bodies became like one fluid creation. His hands caressed her thighs as they shifted, his fingers kneading the muscles that felt like cords of metal.
Her hair bounced with each thrust and Victor nearly came twice just by getting lost and distracted in the curls the bounded down in front of her face. He would fight it back each time, knowing that he didn’t want this to end and would do everything he could to make sure that it wouldn’t stop. So, he closed his eyes and thought of turnoffs as Meredith threw back her head and shouted.
Their sweat ran together and after a few moments Meredith shifted so that she was no longer holding herself up but was rather laying on top of him. Victor’s hips raised up and he began to thrust more vigorously. Their bodies shook simultaneously and Victor felt himself release inside her, her muscles tensed up and relaxed, shaking slightly from the exertion. They both sighed heavily and panted slightly, catching their breath from that exchange.
Victor reached up and brushed the hair out of Meredith’s eyes, the curls stuck to her sweaty forehead and they both laughed, completely taken by the moment. Neither could imagine a place they would rather be
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A knock at the door caused Meredith to spring to her feet and scramble to find her clothes around the room. The knocking persisted and when she had pulled on her feet she yelled for whoever it was that was k
nocking to stop and announcing their purpose. A voice came timidly from the other side of the door.
“Ma’am, we heard screaming. Are you alright?” Meredith swore under her breath and looked over at Victor who was pulling on his pants slowly and was laughing quietly as he watched Meredith attempt to come up with an answer to the question. She pointed at Victor and smiled a vicious type of smile.
“Of course I’m fine. It appears our prince has a much more feminine side than we imagined. Screams like a girl when questioned.” Victor gasped and placed his hands on his hips in disappointment. He mouthed that he couldn’t believe her and she just shook her head smiling. The voice came from the other side of the door and was much more confident.
“I can believe that, ma’am. Glad there are no issues.” Meredith stood and listened as the footsteps faded off into the distance.
“I can’t believe you would do that to me after what I just did to you.” Victor looked shocked and Meredith merely laughed as he finished putting his clothes on. “I hope you don’t think you’re ever going to get anything like that again, because it is not happening.” Meredith ran across the room laughing and pushed him up against the wall.
“No, but they can’t know. I would be ruined.” Her face fell and got incredibly serious. “I’ve seen them kill for lesser offenses. If this came out I would be dragged through the streets.” Victor leaned down and kissed her.
“I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” Meredith shook her head and walked back across the room, buttoning up her shirt. She shook her head and looked back over her shoulder at him.
“I know you mean the best, but there is nothing that you could do to stop them.” Victor didn’t stress the issue, but was resolved to finding out how to see her again and not having to be knocked unconscious to do it. “You better get ready to be tied back up. We’ll release you and the spies, as long as you tell your father to answer our demands.”
“I’ll do my best, but he won’t be happy about the fact that you all kidnapped his son.” Meredith looked at him and shrugged.
“Well than I hope your best is good enough.”
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The rebellion was true to their word and returned him and the men back to the castle. However, Meredith had proposed that she rough him up a bit to make sure that his wounds look legitimate and that she had actually interrogated him. Victor wasn’t entirely up for that idea, but she wasn’t really asking, so much as telling it appeared when she blindsided him with a swift punch to the ribs. After a few minutes of a fury of punches to his chest Meredith called for her other men to bring in the spies and had them tied together in a chain. That was when she laid out their demands.
“Now listen. Our demands are not ridiculous nor are we willing to make any exceptions to these demands.” Meredith had begun pacing around the room and the two other soldiers were standing at attention as she made the speech. “First, the throne must appoint a section of soldiers to patrol the lower city. Crime is rampant and there is no threat of punishment there. Thieves and murderers run free there. Second, the throne must create a system in which children, who have been either abandoned or their parents have been killed, will have a safe haven.” Meredith stopped in the center of the room to deliver the third and final demand. “Third, the king must step down.”
The two spies, even though their faces were swollen and beaten in both groaned and swore. Victor knew that there is no way that the king would agree to the third term. He could potentially sway him on the first two, especially after everything he had seen, but there is no way his father would step down from power. He had made his point very clear that the only reason Victor would ever ascend the throne was if it was due to his death. Victor sat in silence as Meredith looked on over the three of them, tied together on their knees.
“Are there any questions?” Victor looked up at her and there was a strange look that was etched across her face. He couldn’t quite place the expression and looked at the two men behind her who were both smiling from ear to ear and were chuckling to themselves. In that moment, Victor pieced together why Meredith hadn’t wanted to get involved too heavily with him. She knew that the rebellion’s endgame was to kill everyone in his family, himself included. If he was unable to convince his father to resign, they would all be killed by the very people they were supposed to be protecting. Victor hung his head and stood, dragging the other two spies to their feet.
“There are no questions, I see the situation perfectly clear.” Meredith nodded and the two soldiers stepped forward and blindfolded the three prisoners. With that, they were led back out in the cold night and left in the Town Square, tied together, blindfolded, and confused.
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“They want what?” The king’s voice echoed through the Great Hall. Victor stood with the two other prisoners that had been taken and held his chin high while he launched his anger down the long empty hall towards them. “They should have just killed you and sent back your bodies with the demands if it’s a war they want.” Victor’s mother reached over and rested her hand on the king’s arm, but he shook her off and continued his tirade. “They clearly want a war. There is no way that I will ever step down, they will have to kill me.” Victor was never one to speak out against his father, but he couldn’t help himself.
“That’s exactly what they want father. They want to kill you.” The king stood up from his throne and shouted in anger. He began to march down the Great Hall towards his son. As he walked down the long hall he grabbed a knife off one of the tables that was set for a feast that was to be held later that evening. He reached his son and took a handful of his shirt and held him up. He placed the knife up against his throat and drew a small trickle of blood.
“You dare speak against your king.” Victor had grown used to this type of behavior from his father and was not shocked that this was his response. He had become the king for a reason and it was because he got what he wanted through sheer force. Victor held his tongue as his mother looked on in sheer panic and the two spies stood silently with their heads down. “You will learn one day, boy.” The king pulled the knife away from his throat and looked at the two other men. “Have you gone to see the spy master yet?”
The two men shook their heads, but did not make eye contact with the king for fear of his vengeance. The king nodded his approval and looked around the room. “What has been said or done in this room does not leave this room, do we all have an understanding?” The few guards in the room stood at attention and saluted. The king then turned towards the queen who nodded slowly. He turned back to Victor and without breaking eye contact he took the knife and plunged it into the stomach of one of the spies.
The other spy broke away and attempted to run away from the king as the first gasped and grabbed at his stomach. He fell to the ground and tried to stop the bleeding. The other man sprinted down the hall towards the door shouting for help but was caught by two guards that were waiting for him. The king walked slowly after him, the man struggling to break free from the guards’ grasp. As he walked the king wiped off the blood from the knife.
“You shouldn’t have run. You need to complete your duty to the throne. You always knew that death was an option.” The king pulled the knife along the man’s throat and the man let out a strange gurgling noise that Victor had never heard before. As the man went limp in the guards’ arms the king turned and motioned for the other guards around the room. “Clean this up, we are at war.”
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Victor’s father had the guards bring the bodies of the two men to the steps of the castle and had them held high above the gathered townspeople. He then made a rousing speech about how the rebels that had kidnapped, tortured, and killed the men would be held accountable for their crimes and that the throne would never yield to petty thugs who made demands through dead bodies. The few townspeople that had a sliver of love for the king and queen made their voices heard that they would support the throne, but the crowd was seemingly pro-rebellion. Victor waited a
nxiously for the Meredith to make an appearance but he never saw her.
The day progressed and Victor sat through various planning sessions in which his father assembled the nearby armies to support his cause and by the end of the day Victor found himself full of wine and irritated with all of the solutions his father had come up with. He knew that the only option would be to surrender, but he didn’t want to become the next body that would be held aloft in front of the town. He had spoken out once and the cut on his neck was enough to create a resounding answer of “no.”
The sun set and Victor retired to his quarters to hopefully sleep peacefully one last night before his certain death. However, when he opened the door and bid his guards a good evening, he stepped inside his room and saw what he had been fearing. A masked figure stood in the corner of his room, their eyes were the only thing visible through the slit in the hood and a blade could be seen tucked away in their belt. Victor turned towards the door to cry for help, hopefully finding something that he could defend himself with, but the hooded figure was on him too quickly. A hand wrapped around his mouth and his screams were muffled.