by Andersen,Kai
“But that’s your headache medicine.” Giselda looked confused.
“You’re right, but what you don’t know is that this is a very potent medicine. Do you remember how I used to lock myself in my room whenever I have a headache?”
Giselda nodded, her eyes wide.
“That’s because one drop of this can make a person hallucinate and see things. Not just any thing, but that which he most desires. So,” the queen smiled, “if Frederick drinks even a drop of this, he’ll see what he wants to see, which is Serena, even if it’s an elephant standing in front of him.” She leaned over to whisper in Giselda’s ear. “And that drop will be in the glass of milk that I’ll be sending to Frederick tonight, ostensibly as a peace offering to help him sleep better. When you go into his bedroom to seduce him, he’ll see you as Serena.”
“Good plan!” Her face glowed. “By this time tomorrow, I’ll be on my way to being queen.”
“Simmer down, you still have work to do tonight.”
“But it wouldn’t be work, would it, Mother?” The chit had the audacity to wink at her. “What about Serena, Mother? Don’t you think she should experience the same pleasure?”
The queen liked the malicious glint in Giselda’s eyes. She knew she had the same look in her own.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Absolutely. I’ll get my most trusted footman to seduce her. She’ll think it’s Frederick going to her.” The queen rubbed her hands in glee as she imagined the scenario. “She’ll be so ruined she won’t be able to hold her head high. Then Frederick won’t want her either.” She walked over to hug Giselda. “You’re brilliant, daughter.”
Giselda grinned. “I know.”
A thought occurred to the queen. “They might get suspicious if I send them glasses of milk without any reason whatsoever. I’ll send you all glasses of milk. But take care not to drink yours, Giselda. You have to be clear-headed for this. Remember, when Frederick calls you Serena as you seduce him, don’t mind him, because that’s who he’ll think he’s seeing.” The queen grasped Giselda’s arms. “Don’t fail me, daughter. This is our last chance.”
* * * * *
That night, Serena was relieved to see that all the mattresses, save her original one, were taken away. She was climbing into bed when there was a knock on her door.
She climbed down and walked to the door. “Yes?”
The queen’s maid was there, holding a silver tray in her hand. A glass filled to the brim with milk was sitting squarely in the center of the tray. “The queen sends you this gift of milk, my lady, for you to have a good night’s rest.”
Serena looked at the glass of milk with suspicion. “The queen sends this?”
“Yes, my lady. She also sent similar glasses to Prince Frederick and Princess Giselda.”
“Oh, then.” She paused. “Please thank the queen for me. You may place the tray over there.” She indicated the table beside the bed.
The maid did as instructed, but she stood beside the table with an uncertain expression on her face.
“Yes?”
“The queen’s instructions were for me to see you drink the milk, my lady.”
Serena’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
The maid shrugged.
Serena puzzled it out. “I suppose she’s apologizing for my sleepless night and just wanted to make sure that I sleep well tonight. I’ve heard that milk is able to relax the mind and induce sleep.” She thought a moment, then decided there was no difference if she drank it now or later. “Very well.” She thrust the glass at the maid. “Here, take a sip.”
The maid backed away a step, confused. “What? No, I can’t … ”
“Just one sip. The queen won’t know.”
After some more coaxing, the maid finally did as Serena wished. When nothing happened to her after several seconds, Serena shrugged and raised the glass to her lips, drinking the whole thing. It was delicious. The cows here in Mithirien made better milk. Was it because of the grass here?
The maid picked up the silver tray and prepared to leave.
“Please thank Her Majesty for the milk.”
* * * * *
“Milk?” Frederick’s face was full of distrust. “Why would she be sending me milk?”
The queen’s most trusted footman, Flamsey, was standing in the doorway of his sitting room. Flamsey’s eyes flicked to him and then to Rodin, who was standing behind Frederick.
“It’s a sign of Her Majesty’s goodwill, Your Highness. She had even sent one to my lady Serena and another to Princess Giselda.”
Frederick’s distrust vanished. “She did? I hope that means she’s ready to accept Serena as her daughter-in-law.” He opened the door wider. “All right, come in then. You can place the tray on that desk over there.”
Flamsey set it down and remained standing beside the desk. “Her Majesty instructed me not to leave until I see you drink the milk, Your Highness.”
“Why?” Suspicion blossomed within Frederick.
“Her Majesty said something about it being a peace offering. If you drink the milk, she’d consider that you’ve forgiven her for her meddling.”
Frederick reached for the glass. “All right.”
Chapter Sixteen
Serena didn’t know how long she’d been sleeping. One second she was in deep slumber, and the next, she was awakened by someone climbing into bed beside her. She opened her sleepy eyes and smiled.
Frederick.
He came.
She held out her hands to him and he positioned himself between them, lowering himself and nudging her legs apart until he lay on top of her, his cock cradled at the juncture of her thighs. He supported himself with arms planted on both sides of her head, and then he lowered his head and claimed her lips.
He was gentle, kissing her as if they had all the time in the world. He placed light, butterfly kisses all over her lips, but when she would press her lips firmly against his, he laughed and turned his lips to her ears.
She didn’t know her ears could be so sensitive. He tugged at her lobe, drawing it into his mouth. Pleasure streaked through her, culminating at the juncture of her thighs. She felt a certain wetness there and knew she was aroused. Frederick had only to come into the room and she would become wet. His maleness excited her.
He blew lightly into her ear. She shivered.
His lips moved, kissing her cheeks and her chin, tiny biting little kisses like a butterfly’s gossamer wings. His breath fanned her, sending shivers through her body. This close, she breathed in his scent, earthy and male, cool like the healing drops of the rain.
His lips touched her nose and then both eyelids. He then trailed down her cheeks to bury his face in her neck and rain her throat with gentle kisses.
A feverish longing burned in her belly. She moved, showing him with her body what she wanted. She lifted herself a little, rubbing herself against him and fretted at the clothes that were keeping them apart.
He ignored her and moved his lips down to kiss the pulse that was beating madly at the base of her neck. She moaned, a long drawn-out sound. Delighted to find one of her sensitive erogenous zones, he continued to shower attention on it, licking and tonguing.
Serena was a mass of nerves. Her entire body felt flushed, and her nipples ached. They had hardened into tight little buds and were pushing upward through the thin material of her borrowed nightgown. But even with desire running rampant through her veins, she couldn’t understand what he was doing. For one, it wasn’t quite like Frederick to avoid her lips, to seduce her gently. She’d expected him to rip her nightgown into shreds like the last time and do ... whatever he did the other night.
His tongue finally left the madly leaping pulse and moved toward her shoulders. He kissed every inch of her right shoulder, pushing the right sleeve of her nightshift down in the process. The left shoulder lining pressed against the left side of her neck as he tugged and pulled, and finally, she heard it rip, a ragged tear right in t
he middle. He pulled both torn sides systematically downward, paving the way for his invading tongue.
That’s more like it.
Serena closed her eyes, enjoying the exquisite sensations coursing through her. She felt like she was being worshipped, and her body, the altar he was worshipping on. She reached up and clasped his head, running her hands urgently through his thick hair.
“Frederick ...”
He was absorbed in kissing her soft skin, sucking and licking every inch. His lips reached the upper swells of her breasts, and he swirled his tongue in little circles, drawing closer to her nipples with every rotation. He prolonged the moment, making her cry out in anticipation.
His hot mouth finally captured one distended nipple. She moaned, thrashing and moving restlessly, pressing his head closer. He sucked strongly, leaving to kiss the firm, soft mound and then coming back to suckle. He transferred his attention to the other breast, making sure that both breasts were wet and thoroughly kissed.
He sat back on his haunches, studying his handiwork in the dim light.
Missing his mouth, Serena opened her eyes. “Frederick, what are you doing?”
“Looking at you, my love,” he whispered. “Sexy, wanton and very, very desirable. You make me ache with lust. I dreamt of this for a very long time, of possessing you and making you mine.”
His words went straight into her soul. “I’m yours. Take me.”
He bent his head once again and kissed her ribs, her abdomen, and the tight curls at the juncture of her thighs. He threw the shredded nightgown away. Placing both hands at her buttocks, he lifted her to his mouth. He held her steady as she thrashed and tried to roll, whimpering, “Frederick ... Yes ... Yes ...”
She felt his rough tongue sliding in her wetness, like the other night. Hunger rose in her, deep and strange and familiar. She wanted ... oh, she wanted him to do that again. Wrap his tongue around that tight little bud. Thrust his tongue into her opening. Lick her, lap at her, suck ...
She screamed, feeling herself shake with the force of her contractions. She felt his tongue leave her. No!
She felt something more, something bigger, at the entrance to her vagina. It tried to nudge in. She opened her eyes. It was his cock, his sword, his shaft. He grunted with the effort to push it in.
She sobbed. Her core still felt so empty, a wide, yawning gap that made her yearn.
Looking at his cock, she realized she wanted that big, monstrous thing in her. But it’s not going to fit.
She wasn’t aware she’d spoken aloud until he looked at her and laughed.
Abandoning his attempt, he came back up and kissed her lips. She noticed just now that he was fully naked. His bare skin on top of hers felt so good, so warm and velvety. She squirmed beneath him and rubbed herself against him. Her stiff nipples chafed against his springy chest hair. It felt so wonderful she did it again.
His cock now lay at the juncture of her thighs; she felt it pulsing there, a hard, hot length. He kissed her and moved down to capture a taut nipple in his mouth, and at the same time, reached a hand between their bodies to slip among her curls. The double assault of his lips and his fingers excited her, causing her juices to flow and flood her pussy. His fingers spread that wetness, flicking her clitoris in the process.
She moaned, opening her legs wider to allow him more access. Intense hunger assailed her. Distracted by his lips, she didn’t notice his cock at the entrance of her vagina until she felt it push its way in, an inch first and then two.
She gasped, tears prickling her eyes at the pain. Compared to his fingers, it felt ... different. Wider, fuller, hotter. Heat rampaged through her as she was stretched to accommodate that wide girth. His hands were now on her inner thighs, keeping her legs wide apart. He pulled out and then pushed in again, going in deeper.
She cried out and opened her eyes. She saw his face strain with the effort. Sweat lined his forehead and his jaw. His neck muscles corded and bunched. He grunted. He pulled out again and pushed in, until his cock encountered the barrier.
Her breath caught. She’d heard that it hurt, but how much? Would she be able to bear it? But this was Frederick with her.
Their eyes met, and then his lips came down on hers as he pulled out and pushed all the way in, breaking through, sinking in to the hilt. She cried out in pain, the sound absorbed by his lips. Though his lower body had stilled, his hands were busy wreaking their own magic, cupping her breasts and kneading them, rubbing and tugging her nipples.
Pleasure quickly distracted her from the pain. Little by little, he settled, his whole thick hard length within her.
She felt fuller now than at the beginning, more stretched and expanded. Her inner muscles were being pulled thin to accommodate his cock. The whole length was impaled in her soft body. Now she knew why it was called a sword.
She had the most insane urge to giggle. It was replaced almost instantly by a more urgent need to move. She wanted to move, to buck against him the way she did against his fingers and his mouth. It wasn’t that she wanted, but there’s something in her that was compelling her to do so. She wiggled her hips. “Move!” She commanded.
He chuckled. “Yes, Your Highness.”
He began to move in a deep, slow rhythm, thrusting his cock in and out. He was poetry in motion, she thought dreamily as she watched his movements. She felt his deep thrust all the way to her womb, filling her, imbuing her, flooding her with himself. Though his breathing was labored, his movements were constant, regular and steady. He was creating the most wonderful friction within her, sweeping her up in a whirl of pleasure.
He hooked her legs around his waist, and Serena used it as a leverage to lift herself up, meeting his thrusts when he plunged down into her. This is marvelous, like a dance, only I don’t step away when he steps toward me. I meet him instead, like two halves coming together as one. How wonderful.
She snapped out of the dream into a lust as carnal and earthy as the man moving above her. The hunger in her intensified. A deeper, more intense coil wound tighter and tighter in her belly. She knew what she was reaching for, but she didn’t expect it to hit her with the strength of the thundering storm, full of force and might and power. She shuddered and screamed, caught in the relentless grip of her pleasure.
Frederick was moving with her -- in her -- plunging in and out of her, his breathing labored as he pushed into her tight and violently contracting passage. After a few more thrusts, he shouted and plunged strongly, spilling his seed into her.
Frederick’s right. This felt much, much, much better than his fingers. Infinitely better.
He collapsed on top of her and, banding his arms around her, he rolled over so that she was now sprawled on top. She pressed a kiss against the strong column of his neck and then tucked her head under his chin. Her hand rested on his shoulder, stroking him lightly.
He caressed her back in the same manner, causing a shiver to run through her.
“Cold?”
“No. Tired, but energetic. Does that sound weird?”
He chuckled, a slight vibrating rumble beneath her body. “Not at all. Maybe we can put that energy to better uses.”
“How?”
He laughed at her eager tone.
Maybe she should feel embarrassed, but she couldn’t summon the requisite energy.
“I remember that you ride horses.”
“Yes.” Serena wondered at the change in topic.
“How well do you ride?”
“I’m one of the best in the kingdom.”
His teeth flashed. “Great. How would you like to ride me?”
“Ride you?” A moment later, she blushed. Though Frederick couldn’t see her, she felt the heat blossoming in her cheeks. Surprisingly, she felt something else: the stirring of his cock against her thighs. “Again?”
“Yes, again and again.” He rolled over so that she was beneath him once again. In the same movement, his cock slid into her, filling her. Completion. She hadn’t realized how empty she
was until this moment. He moved, and the terrible, pleasure-inducing rhythm began, sweeping her into the same -- yet more intense -- mind-numbing sensations which exploded over them both moments later.
He slumped down on top of her. She welcomed his heavy weight, stroking his perspiration-slick back.
“I’m too heavy.” He made a move to get off her.
“No.” She clutched at him, loving the feel of his body above hers and of his cock still within her. Conversing like this made things more intimate, as if there was just the two of them in the whole world. Even the pitter-patter of the rain against the roof and the windows appeared far away; she could barely hear it.
“For a while anyway.” He allowed some of his weight to settle on her, but most he still bore on the arms he planted on both sides of her on the bed. “What were we talking about?”
“Horse rides.”
He laughed. “Hardly horses.” He rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him. “I’ll teach you how to do a different kind of riding later. For now, we rest and recover our strength. You’ll need it.”
Chapter Seventeen
The queen opened her eyes, aware of an excitement simmering within her. She remembered.
Today was the first day in her daughter’s life as future queen.
* * * * *
Giselda rolled over, stretching and yawning. Her eyes remained closed. She was so sleepy, as though she hadn’t had a good night’s rest.
She burrowed her head deeper into her pillow.
* * * * *
Serena woke, feeling refreshed and sore in places that hadn’t ached before. Smiling, she recalled the wonderful dream she’d had, of holding Frederick in her arms, of feeling him move inside her, of --
A muscular arm fell across her waist, cradling her against a hard, solid male body.
Serena stilled, breath lodged in her throat. She turned her head slowly --