by Kai Andersen
“What is it?”
“I’d always thought that by a real princess, she meant someone who was a princess by birth. But when I looked back over her life, I realized she’d never cared about a person’s station. In that, she was a lot like you, Serena.
“That was when it hit me. My mother’s concern in my choice of a bride was in her qualities more than her blood, qualities that would make her a good queen, qualities which you have in abundance.” He smiled and caressed her cheek. “So you see, my bride doesn’t have to be a princess, as long as she has the qualities of a princess. In that manner, she is a real princess, far more real than any princess by blood.”
“And the king? How would you convince him to give us his blessings if I weren’t a princess?”
“I would’ve badgered him until he gave his consent. Believe me, I’ve always managed to get my way as a kid, and I don’t think I’ve lost my touch. At worst, I’d take both of you as my wives.” His eyes glinted mischievously.
Serena smacked him. “Don’t you dare.” Then she frowned. “Castle maids?”
“None of them ever meant anything to me, Serena.” He looked directly into her eyes. “Just a warm body to ease my ache.” He began kissing her lobe, tugging and sipping. “Only you made an imprint in my heart, in my soul.” He captured her lips, sealing his vow with a kiss.
She was wearing her blue dress again, and his hands made short work of her vest and the ribbon on her bodice. In another moment, he was busy cupping her breasts in his hands. “Is it true that your father ...” He suckled at her nipple, drawing the tight bud into his mouth. She dug her fingers onto his shoulders for balance as she closed her eyes and arched. “... wanted you to marry an old lecher?”
Serena felt the echoes, the vibrations of his voice against her skin. They danced along her spine, accompanying the rush of desire that swept through her. Her juices were soaking her panties, making her feel desirable and feminine. “Hmm?”
Frederick repeated the question.
Serena wondered how he could keep on a conversation when all she wanted to do was enjoy what he was doing to her and what he was making her feel. It was taking all of her concentration to focus on his words. “Yes.”
“Do you think he’ll welcome ...” He sucked at her left breast, pulling and tugging at her nipple. “... an alliance with Mithirien?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. She was aching and empty. She wanted to be soothed and filled. “Frederick ...”
“Do you think ...” He tore her dress down to pool at her feet. His lips followed the downward movement, placing light nibbling kisses at her abdomen, on her navel. “... your family will come here ...” His fingers hooked around her panties and drew them down. “... for the wedding?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t sure she knew what she was answering to, for his lips and his tongue were busy in her pussy, his hands having gone behind to cup her buttocks. She ran her hands through the softness of his thick hair, pressing his head closer to her throbbing flesh.
“You’re so sweet, Serena, so wet and ready for me.” He quickly released her and disposed of his clothes. He led her to lie down on the couch, her legs open to his gaze. He dipped his finger into her wetness and brought that finger into his mouth, all the while holding her gaze.
Her breath hitched. She held out her arms. “You know how I like it, Frederick.”
He positioned himself between her and slammed his cock into her. Hard. Fast. Driving. Plunging. Pounding. Taking. No mercy. Their hunger for each other was intense and all consuming.
Her body adjusted to his thick cock, her muscles quickly shifting to accommodate his fast intrusion. Each inward stroke of his cock caused his body to grind against her clitoris. She screamed, wrapping her arms around Frederick and holding tight. She didn’t know how he did it, but he held on to the hard, fast, driving rhythm for some time, sensitizing her clitoris almost to the point of pain. Finally, she was racked in convulsions and climaxed, feeling the mindless pleasure claiming her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.
She hugged him close, aware that he hadn’t had his climax yet. She kissed his neck. “I love you. So much.”
He turned and kissed her. “I’m energized again.”
She laughed.
He pulled out of her and helped her to stand. His cock bobbing in front of him, he led the way to the piano.
Serena wondered what he was up to now. But more, she wondered how he could feel so natural, so free with his nakedness. But then, he had an impressive body, all tight muscles topped with golden hair, and not an ounce of fat anywhere. Plus a most impressive, pleasure-inducing cock.
She couldn’t resist. It was the first time she had seen his cock in full light. She dropped to her knees in front of him and held him, grasping him tightly, one hand going to cup his balls. He was still wet from her juices, wet and warm and hard.
He sucked in his breath.
She took him in her mouth, one inch at a time. She could taste herself and him as well, their juices mixing together into a potent combination. She sucked him in, stroking and caressing him with her tongue and lips, taking pleasure in his harsh breathing. She stared at him while she sucked, seeing his face flush and his eyes darken to a stormy blue.
She loved looking at his responses to her loving. This was what she missed. In the darkened room, she wasn’t able to see his reactions; she could only feel and smell and hear. She felt his cock, hard and warm and thrusting into her mouth, felt his large hands massaging her head. She smelled his male scent. She heard his uneven breathing. But now, she could also see up the smooth line of his body, his hard muscled body, his strong neck, his flushed face, his tousled golden hair. She felt herself creaming even more.
Their eyes met, and suddenly, the act became even more erotic. He thrust, moving in and out of her mouth in small urgent movements.
“Stop, Serena.” He groaned. “This is not how I imagined I’d come.”
Serena ignored him, and continued sucking on his cock, drawing him deeper, tighter into her hot mouth. Seconds later, she felt the jets of his seed hitting her. This time, she swallowed with each spurt, taking in as much of his essence as she could.
She sucked him dry.
* * * * *
Frederick felt so drained of energy, so boneless and ... satisfied. Though his cock was still semi-hard and semi-erect, he felt so fulfilled and well pleasured.
They were resting on the couch, his knees having buckled under him as soon as they had collapsed onto it. Lying side by side, it was a tight fit, but they managed.
He still couldn’t get over the visually erotic sight of his cock in Serena’s small rosebud mouth. He’d been so inflamed that he’d thrust and climaxed without meaning to. If he’d known how exciting it could be, he would’ve asked her to give him a blow job ages ago in full light.
Serena was now drawing circles on his chest, whirling his golden chest hair around her finger. “Hmmm ... you taste nice.”
“You taste nice yourself.” One hand reached out to cup her breast and play with her nipple. He moved and engaged her lips in a rather lazy, energy-less, kiss. “How many children do you think we’ll have?”
Serena gave a weak laugh. “If we keep this up, we’ll probably multiply like rabbits.”
“So long as the rabbits look like you and me, I don’t mind.” He teased.
“All right. Just don’t be shocked if rabbits do come out of my womb sometime next year.” She said it with such a straight face that he laughed.
“One thing I don’t understand though. How could your father give you to someone who’s probably as old as he is?”
“He needed the alliance. You’ve seen a sample of our produce.”
He nodded.
“Well, some of the more ... shall we say, ‘barbaric’ kingdoms decided they don’t want to trade with us anymore. They also don’t want to pay for our technology. Instead, they decided to steal it from us. There’d been some small skirmishes,
but nothing major. However, our army isn’t so well-prepared; many of them are but youths, trained but unpracticed in a real battle. So, my father had no choice but to ask for help.
“Mother said Father could’ve given the old king other things in place of me, but then, Father never did see anything wrong with a man having a much younger wife.” Serena bit her lip and lifted her eyes. “For he himself was more than three times my mother’s age.”
“I see.” And he did see. A lot -- even things Serena wouldn’t say. Maybe there was affection between her parents, but he’d bet there was no genuine love between them -- the kind of love that took lovers to the clouds, made them want to soar, compelled them to be better persons – and, he realized, the kind of love they’d found with one another.
“I realized now that I’ve made a mistake. In my willfulness and selfishness, I ...” She hung her head. “I almost sacrificed my people’s welfare.”
“Then I’m also selfish,” his fierce tone forced her to look up, “because I’m glad you ran away and came to me.”
Serena sniffed. “I’ll never forgive myself if my people --”
“As soon as the storm lets up, I’ll ride to the castle and ask my father to send a contingent of soldiers to back up your army.”
“You would do that?” Her eyes pooled with tears.
“Of course. Your problems are my problems, your family my family, and your people my people.”
“You’re so sweet. Those girls were fools to let you go.”
“They never had me.”
Their lips clung in a sweet kiss of promise.
“Promise me one thing, Frederick.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me that our children will always be free to choose, that they won’t have to be forced into a corner because of the needs of the kingdom --”
He took hold of both her hands and looked fiercely into her eyes. “I can promise you this, Serena. I’ll do everything in my power to give them that choice.”
It would have to be enough. He hoped she heard what he wasn’t saying.
Serena nodded slowly. “I understand.”
A long silence ensued, wherein they communed without words. Then, Serena broke the silence with a laugh, immediately lightening their mood. “I just remembered something.”
“What?”
“You’ll have to give me a huge clothing allowance.”
“Is that so?”
“In just a few days, you’ve ripped two nightgowns -- one borrowed from Giselda, I might add -- and one dress. Pretty soon, I’ll have nothing to wear.”
“Which is exactly how I like you.” He leered at her, smacking her buttocks lightly. “C’mon, get up.” He stood up on less than steady feet.
“Where are we going?”
“To our original destination before you distracted me.” He scowled mockingly. Reaching the piano, he placed her hands on top of the keys and said, “Bend over, sweet Serena. That’s right. I want to see your sweet ass cheeks when I take you next.”
“Frederick! Are you sure this is ... legal?”
He laughed. “It’s been done. You’ll like it, I promise.”
He massaged her cheeks and kissed them, feeling her squirming. He laughed and held her steady as he stuck out his tongue and touched her little hole. She reared up even as her fingers crashed down on the piano. “Frederick!” The violent accompaniment to her voice lent gravity to her protest.
“All right, sweet. Er, maybe we should rest your hands here.” He moved them the few inches necessary to stand in front of the bench that was situated in front of the piano. He placed her hands squarely in the center, with her face resting in the middle of the pillow that her hands had formed.
His eyes then shifted to the enticing sight displayed before him. With her bending so low, her ass cheeks were really turned up toward him. Pushing her legs further apart, he could even see down to her pussy, to the red-gold curls covering her there. For some reason, the sight of her gleaming white cheeks inflamed him, caused the blood to rush faster through his veins down to his cock, which while still hard, grew harder and longer. He positioned it at the entrance of her vagina and eased in, aware that Serena wasn’t used to this new position. He pulled out and pushed in, going deeper and deeper until all of him was inside her.
She sighed in pleasure.
He kept a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of her. He wondered whether he would ever get enough of her. Probably not. They’d spent the whole of last night making love, and even while they were in audience with the queen awhile ago, he couldn’t wait to get into her panties.
She was so tight, she was killing him. Tight and hot and wet. He felt the tension thickening in his body, the upward spiraling pressure. He was so close now ...
He changed the angle of his penetration from time to time, reaching a bit more of her vagina that he hadn’t had previously. Ah, there it was, that tiny space of rough spot. He worked his cock in that direction, rasping over it again and again even as the tension in him grew. Suddenly, Serena’s vagina started contracting around his cock, clenching it tightly as she climaxed. The tight fit of her gloving him sent him over the edge, his rigid control gone as he gave in to his own release.
She slumped against the bench. “You’re right. I love it.” Her voice was muffled against her hands.
“I knew you would.”
With his last bit of strength, he carried her to the couch so they could rest.
They tumbled onto the couch, laughing weakly, their bodies thrumming with satisfaction and love. Frederick took up the entire couch, so Serena had no choice but to sprawl inelegantly on top of him. He ran his hand in smooth lazy circles on her back, loving the feel of her soft skin.
“Since I’m to be your husband ...”
“Yes?”
“Surely, you can tell me the truth.”
“What truth?” Serena lifted her head warily.
“The truth about the pea. Did you really feel it through all those mattresses?”
“What do you think?” Her voice held a gurgle of laughter.
“I don’t know what to think.”
“What would you like to hear?”
“Hmmm ...” He pretended to think, but the answer didn’t really matter. He has Serena, and that was enough. “I’d like to have a wife with really soft skin, of course. The feel of that soft skin would be satin and velvet against my fingers, or even my body as we make love. As I can attest to right now, in fact.”
Serena shrugged her shoulders unconcernedly, the movement sensuous against his chest. “So that answers your question.”
“Yet, someone with really soft and sensitive skin wouldn’t be able to survive a hard tumble without bruising. And I don’t think I’d want that. I love going gentle with you, and I also love doing it hard and rough with you. Fortunately, you seemed to hold on pretty well. I don’t see any marks or bruise on your pretty skin.”
Serena raised her head and laughed. “Some girls bruise easily, but their marks only show up on successive days.”
He looked worried. “Are you like that?”
“I’ll leave it to you to find out.” She slid up his body and looked down at him. “We have more than enough time, I believe.”
“A lifetime.”
Epilogue
Three Months Later
The castle always had well-kept grounds, which were maintained faithfully by the head gardener and his team of workers. But on this day, the workers outdid themselves. The grounds were festooned with tons of flower bushes and decorative shrubs, from the moat right up to the entrance of the castle. High archways were placed in systematic intervals, between the bushes and shrubs. Two sets of thrones were placed at the end of the long archway right in front of the castle entrance.
Noble lords and ladies in their finery milled about on the grounds, chatting and laughing. The King and Queen of Mithirien were garbed in their ceremonial robes with the long scarlet capes flowing down their backs. Their Majesti
es’ royal gestures were complemented by the Crown Jewels flashing on their hands and arms. On their heads, they wore the Mithirien Royal Tiaras. Not to be outdone, the King and Queen of Lazvinium were similarly bedecked in their kingdom’s traditional robes and jewels.
The weather cooperated with the occasion of the royal wedding. The day turned out bright and sunny, with the sun playing hide-and-seek with the clouds. The sunlight bathed the surroundings in a golden glow and caused a mysterious shimmering mist to appear intermittently. A light cool breeze blew, teasing the elaborate coiffures of the ladies and the hats of the gentlemen.
A herald sounded his trumpet, a series of short happy notes announcing the arrival of the wedding couple. The guests immediately rushed to their seats on both sides of the lined archway, stretching their necks for a glimpse.
The band of musicians started playing the arranged music. Sweet, pure notes trilled through the air, accompanied by the chirping of the birds that flitted from tree to tree.
Driving up the drawbridge, a white carriage drawn by six equally white and flawless horses pulled up to a stop near the first of the archways. The footman riding at the back of the carriage jumped down and opened the door.
Prince Frederick in his white wedding finery stepped out. He reached in and helped Princess Serena to emerge, who was dressed in a white off-shoulder gown with a long train at the back. Her red hair was left to flow in long curly locks about her shoulders, a fiery halo under the brightness of the sun. On top of her hair was a small diamond tiara that gleamed brightly. But it couldn’t match the brilliance of her smile or the radiance of her face. In her hands, she carried a small red stuffed pillow.
The guests welcomed them with applause, even as they craned their necks in an attempt to see what the pillow held, as the couple walked slowly down the archway. It seemed to be empty.
When the couple stood before their parents, Serena turned and summoned her little five-year-old sister with a smile. The little girl jumped up from her seat and ran to stand beside her big sister. Serena handed the pillow over to her as she whispered urgent instructions. The little girl nodded solemnly, her eyes big and intent. She clutched the pillow with steady fingers. At this exchange, the guests all got more curious about the pillow.