The Royal Scepter_A Royal Baby Romance

by Cherise West

  “I worry, sometimes,” she admits, her voice quavering. “I worry…”

  “You worry? About what, my princess?” I ask, concerned. “What’s got you worried? I’d kill every bastard and prince on this entire continent if it meant protecting you, Erica.”

  “I just worry… about…” She starts to drift away, the night beginning to take her.

  “Princess Erica… you don’t need to worry,” I implore. “You’re safe… here, in the castle. In my arms.”

  Erica

  My eyes flash open to the sound of birds chirping; the morning sun creeping slowly over the horizon. I yawn wide; his arm across my waist, I smile. This is where I belong; where I’ve wanted to wake up, every morning; it’s the bed I want to drift off to sleep in, every night. Estefan grumbles behind me, pushing closer, clearly still drowsy and exhausted from our night of passion.

  “Too early,” he grumbles, kissing the nape of my neck. “Go back to sleep with me. Or do I need to wear you out again?” he taunts with a smile. My legs quiver, my heart pumps a little harder in my chest at the thought.

  “What? You telling me you wouldn’t?” I quip, my pussy still warm from feeling his hard orgasm inside of me the night before.

  “Princess Erica,” he purrs, wrapping both arms around my waist and squeezing it tight as his pelvis suddenly thrusts hard against me, his stiff cock teasing against my tight ass, “there’s more things I want to do to you than there are days left in our lives… I’d spend every single fucking one of them in bed with you, if I could… and I can,” he threatens playfully, his fingers rolling down my waist, until they reach my succulent, sweltering folds. I melt in his arms, spreading my legs, my hips pressing out against his fingers; he nibbles at my neck, his breath sizzling against my skin as one hand works my clit quick and hard, the other plunging into my steamy cunt, spreading it wide with one finger, then two… slowly pumping into me, over and over again, his other hand skillfully playing with my clit, working my body like I’m his filthy little plaything.

  “Estefan,” I whisper breathlessly, gulping hard while he fingers me. He respond with deep growls, soothing the bites along my neck with a gentle flurry of kisses. My hips push out to take his fingers deeper, those pumping, slick sounds he fucks me with his hand getting louder and lewder. I reach back to kiss him, my lips meeting his; I can only kiss him once, while he showers praise across my jaw and along my neck; my eyes go wide, glassy, as I can feel his deft movements bringing me closer and closer to a climax, again.

  “Is my princess going to cum for me already?” he purrs, chuckling in licentious amusement. His fingers push deeper, curling against my g-spot with perfect skill, stars flashing before my eyes with how good it feels; I can’t hear anything except my own moans, I can’t feel anything except how perfect he makes me shiver.

  “I c… can’t help it, it feels so good,” I admit, blushing; no man has ever been able to make me orgasm so fast, and the heat starts to build in my chest and in my stomach.

  “You have to wait,” he says; his fingers pull from my pussy and he stops his talented play with my clit and I gulp deeply. “You have to wait until I tell you it’s time… you understand?” he purrs.

  “Please,” I beg. “I want to…”

  “I know you do, but you need to behave like a princess, don’t you?” he teases. My body screams, screams for release; but it finds none. I arch out against his touch; he denies me. I reach back for a kiss and he denies me. I lay, quivering in want.

  “Tell me what you want,” he taunts me. “Tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck me hard with your fingers until I call out your name, my prince, my master, my fucking perfect man,” I moan out to him.

  “Is that what you want? This?” he teases me with one finger running along the inside of my thigh.

  “Yes,” I beg, “more, please, more…”

  “Maybe… maybe a little more…” he torments me with another, single finger, swirling in slow circles on my sensitive mound, threateningly close to fingering my hot, swollen clit.

  “More, please,” I whimper, “more…”

  “You want more, do you?” he taunts, a third finger joining in massaging my sensitive inner thigh. I absolutely ache for him; the more he denies me, the more every muscle and nerve in my body burns for him, the more intensely I feel every sensation he gives me.

  “Please, let me cum,” I whimper.

  “No…” he states flatly; now his whole palm teases my thigh, his pinkie finger pressing against my slit, hot and wet and wanting for him. Just a touch; just one, quick touch, and nothing again. I shudder in his grasp, spasming from head to toe from how badly I need it.

  “Please,” I scream, “please, Estefan, please—” he silences my protests with three fingers pressing into my pussy, spreading it wide while he works my clit with a sudden furious speed; I gasp, my throat swallowing my words of protest, my muscles freezing, paralyzed in the pleasure surging along every nerve like a thunderstorm crackling.

  “Cum for me,” he demands, “cum for me like the fucking filthy little princess you are.” My body won’t resist any longer; he denied me, and denied me, and now he’s filling my hole and pumping against my femme bead and I erupt in his arms, molten and fierce and feminine, my dewy folds clenching against his fingers as my release grips every limb and churns a comfortable, tingling heat in my stomach, shockwaves of desire filling my veins.

  “E-Estefan!” I cry out, before my body shudders to its lusty conclusion, trembling in his arms. “Estefan…” I breathe heavily while he cradles and comforts me with gentle kisses on my neck. “I love you, Estefan… god, it’s so good.”

  “I love you too,” he admits, dotting my neck with kisses for each word.

  “You were right…” I admit, eyelids flickering shut.

  “I’m always right,” he murmurs with a rich baritone chuckle, “…but what about, this time?”

  “Now I’m all worn out, and ready to go back to sleep,” I sigh wistfully.

  “I told you,” he quips, lustily satisfied as he cuddles close.

  “I don’t need to wear you out, too?…” I purr.

  “Maybe,” he growls, rolling onto his back, his cock standing stiff and hard. “What do you think?”

  “Maybe…” I tease him the same way he did me. I slink across the bed with a lewd smile on my lips, with all the grace of the filthy tigress he wants me to be. Prince Estefan brings out the starved, dirty animal inside and I never want it to go away. “Maybe not…”

  “Maybe not, huh?” he growls, tangling his fingers between my long blonde hair, a complete sweaty, disheveled mess with all the steamy sex he’s pumped into my body today. He leads me like a pliant, wanting kitten on a leash with gentle tugs of my hair, leading my quivering lips to his powerful, erect shaft. I shudder; the dominant power of him, the pressure squeezing tight to my hair, it feels so unimaginably good; I never knew it could feel this good. Then again, I’ve never gotten to sleep with Prince Estefan before now, or have his gorgeous, rock-solid hunk of a man do all these things to me that I’ve never known.

  “Can I please, my master…” I quake in mewling, starved need, my tongue glossing each of my lips.

  “What does my slutty princess-kitten really want?” he sneers, wrenching my hair back, stopping my whipping tongue from getting a sweet taste of his tip.

  “I want to… to…” it’s hard for me to say, even if my mind races a thousand miles an hour in need for him.

  “Does she want to deep-throat my dick until I cum in her mouth and all over her pretty face?” he torments me with those hot words only he can make sound so good. I feel his grip on my hair loosen and I immediately lurch, my tongue reaching to twist and dance around the tip of his shaft. He groans loudly, hips bucking towards my plump parted lips, while I whimper deeply.

  “I should punish you for that,” his voice rumbles, “but maybe I’ll let my dirty princess-kitten misbehave… just this once… because she’s been such a go
od girl lately,” he groans. His leash on my fingers loosens - juuuust enough for my lips to reach his cockhead. I shower it with praising desire, kissing and slurping at his reddened tip, giving my prince everything his delicious body deserves, his abs flexing with the hot tension that builds when our bodies meet. My tongue swirls, swirls, twists lewdly around his tip, poking playfully at the sensitive ridge, making my majesty moan in lusty rapture.

  “Your cock is so gorgeous,” I mewl, so overtaken by all the filth I feel for him. He rewards me by letting his leash on me go, his fingers loose in my golden locks. I take advantage to pleasure him like the powerful prince he is, my lips parting while I swallow his shaft, all ten inches of it, inside of my tight throat. My tongue lolls along the underside of his rock-solid length, cock shaking as I take all of it, hard and quick, all at once. I feel a light gag at the back of my throat, my mouth tightening around every inch, a sensation that forces a loud and powerful eruption from my prince’s chest.

  “Fuck!” he exclaims hotly, both hands gripping my hair. My head bobs and bounces and I start to take him inside my mouth, shallow and quick and hot, my tongue pleasuring all of him, from the swollen head to the stiff base. I slurp that long hot vein and pull back, leaving his tip nestled between my lips, and I give it a great big suckle, pulling all that delicious precum out of the inside of his shaft and milking him for so much more.

  “You’re going to make my fucking cock explode,” he growls down to me, breath heaving hot, his fingers massaging my scalp, goading me to take more of him with every pump. I grasp his heavy base and squeeze and stroke it, coaxing his hot cum down his shaft, which I feel throbbing hard inside my tight throat. I moan, the vibrations shaking him to his core; his grip tightens on my hair, and he starts to pump his hips roughly, filling my throat over and over again, fucking my mouth, his whole cock making me feel so fucking good.

  “Please, prince,” I mewl to him, when he gives me a moment to breathe, my palm stroking him in a quick flurry, “please, feed me your cum.” I tease his tip, rolling my tongue along the underside of his cockhead, his body twitching uncontrollably at the feeling. I suckle louder and harder and longer, my mouth taking him fast and hot and hard, and I salivate over the taste of him, enjoying every twitch and shiver I send down his spine with the flick and bob and weave of my tongue. He fucks my throat faster, until my eyes loll back in my head and I can barely take any more of how fucking good it all feels.

  “Fuck, Erica—” he swallows, teeth gritted as his breathing reaches a fevered pitch. “FUCK!” he exclaims in passion, mouth gaping as my lips suckle down hard on his shaft and his orgasm explodes in my mouth, hot wave after milky wave of cum streaming down my throat, filling my mouth so much it makes me gag a little; streams of it dripping down my chin. He pulls his shaft from my mouth, a spurt of his messy climax spraying against my pretty lips, my whole body shaking in desire for him.

  “MMnnnnmy prince,” I moan out, sated by the sensation of feeling him cum so hard, just for his hungry little princess’s young body. As I feel his last shattering shivers rocket down his spasming cock I run my tongue up and down its sides, tasting him as he groans my name over and over again.

  “Fuck… Erica,” he exhales sharply, sweat on his brow from the steamy intensity. I could listen to him say that all day, moaning deeply as our bodies entwine.

  “Now I think we’re ready to get back to bed together… aren’t we?” I chirp lewdly, my tongue rolling teasingly around the tip of his spent shaft.

  BANG BANG BANG! Someone pounds loudly on the door; I can hear shrill screams on the other side.

  “Oh, god…” Estefan grumbles, turning over on the bed with his face cupped in his hands. “Not her again…”

  “Who? Again?” I moan in concern.

  “My ex,” he sighs. “I should’ve smelled her when she entered the palace. She has the perfect ability to ruin all of my relationships. I’m surprised you even wanted to go on our date after that encounter at the dress shop,” he laments, my heart welling up in my chest.

  “Of course I did,” I protest. “You’re the sexiest prince, or person, I’ve ever seen, babe.”

  “I know,” he smirks. “But, unfortunately, that’s also why Louella won’t leave me the fuck alone. That, and her wanting to sneak her ass back into the good graces of our royal family.”

  “Is she a gold-digger?” I whimper.

  “You mean you’re not?” he jokes with a dirty grin; I slap his shoulder as Louella’s angry fist bangs on the door again.

  “No!” I exclaim.

  “I know,” he sighs. “That’s why I like you. You’re different from the other princesses. Not looking for tracts of land or a fancy title. I could tell from the time I saw you on that stage. You give me what I need in ways nobody else can - including that baby I want to have with you,” he grins deviously.

  “God damnit! Open this door! I know you’re in there with that whore!” Louella shouts through the door; my fists ball up against the sheets, wanting to do to her worse than she did to me. Estefan pushes up from the bed, sighing as he pulls his robe from its gilded rack and swathes himself in the sheer fabric.

  “Let me handle her,” he grunts, trudging to the door with furor on his face. He cracks the door open, and the instant the hinge creaks Louella barges in, tossing the door wide open. I scramble for the sheets, swaddling them around my sweaty, messy body, grabbing tissues from Estefan’s bedside table to clean off my brow and my face from the mess of our delicious lovemaking.

  “Look! Look at her, naked in her bed! How dare you! How could you do this to me? To us?!” Louella shrieks, storming across the floor; Estefan holds her back, his hands poised on her shoulders. I squirm a few steps away from the fray, sighing as I clean away the sweat on my forehead.

  “Louella, you need to leave,” Estefan growls with resounding force. I watch, and can’t stop a smirk from creeping across my face. Little Miss Bitch-Princess roaring in anger at me because Estefan has fallen in love with me, a poor shabby little girl.

  “You think you can tell me where to go? You’re committing treason! Treason against your throne! Sleeping with a commoner!” Louella shrilly exclaims. My heart beats hard in my chest, my gut knotting in fear. Has this witch discovered something about my past?

  “I’m going to have the guards forcefully eject you if you don’t leave,” Estefan defends me.

  “Aren’t you going to listen to me? She’s not a princess! She has no royal lineage, and you’re sleeping with her! You were going to try to give her a baby, weren’t you? A commoner, carrying a royal baby? Treason,” Louella hisses.

  “You’ve been saying that from the minute you saw her because you’re jealous of her,” Estefan cannily replies. “You have no evidence, do you, Louella? This is the woman I love. We’re broken up. It’s over with us. It’s been over. You have no business being here, or telling me who I can love,” he scolds her. “Don’t cause an incident between our kingdoms over your petty issues with me, and with Erica.”

  “I do have evidence!” she bristles in defiance. My heart drops. Oh god, what did she do?

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Estefan growls.

  “That’s right!” she looks past me with hate in her eyes. “I contacted the royal family. I’m old friends with Vienni,” she sneers. “I looked at the royal familial ledger. There’s no Erica. There never has been. Nobody from Tyrel has ever heard of a Princess Erica,” Louella snorts. “She’s been deceiving you since that night at the ball. I talked to the Duke of Palazza, too, who’s been searching the whole city for ‘Princess’ Erica, all night, since she ran out on him,” Louella grins evilly.

  “The Duke is a scumbag and you know it,” Estefan roars.

  “He and Erica have a history,” Louella says. My heart pounds a thousand miles a second, my eyes widened in fear, watching in terror for Estefan’s reaction. Maybe he won’t believe her. Maybe he’ll understand… maybe he really does love me, and none of this will matter. �
�They were together, for quite a while… weren’t you, Erica? In fact, you were on a date with the Duke, just last night, weren’t you?”

  “That’s not true! That lying bastard, he cheated on me!” I shout, voice strained. Estefan looks back at me, his expression contorted; confusion, pain, rage.

  “See?” Louella hisses. “She’s just some poor merchant-girl.”

  “You have no proof of that, and I’d believe Erica over your filthy, witch mouth any day,” Estefan growls.

  “I bet you would, because you were always selfish and stupid,” Louella growls.

  “You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way,” I snark.

  “Don’t you dare!” Louella shrieks, pushing past Estefan. Her hand pulled back to deliver to me another slap to the face, I respond quickly, leaping from the bed with the sheets tied at my shoulder, and respond with a powerful slap of my own, one that stops her dead and sends her reeling, falling onto her back with an incensed howl.

  “H-how dare you! I am a princess! I’ll have your head taken off for this!” Louella says, her voice quivering with vitriol. I breathe heavily, quickly, my adrenaline rushing, my stomach turned over in knots. I look to Estefan, who swallows deeply, trying to hide the hints of glee perking up at the edges of his face.

  “Do you have a house in the city?” Estefan asks me, his voice a deep thrum.

  “Estefan, I—”

  “Please, just answer me, Erica,” he demands, grasping my forearms and pulling me tight to his body.

  “Estefan! Estefan, what do you think you’re doing?! That woman struck me!” Louella exclaims, crying loud crocodile tears.

  “I do,” I answer meekly.

  “Take us there, quickly,” he huffs, pushing a powerful kiss against my lips.

  “O… of course,” my voice shakes, full of uncertainty.

  Erica

  We push our way through the door, out of the streets, a rainstorm brewing behind us. Escaping under the cover of the prince’s carriage, we got here without many words shared between us. He kissed me, and I kissed back, but Estefan sat most of the trip through Velune’s streets in silent and contemplative thought. Maybe Louella’s outburst only confirmed in his mind something he already thought he knew. Maybe he told me the truth, and he really doesn’t want to believe her.