Tales of Enchantment

by Andersen,Kai

  “Princess,” he said in a tortured voice.

  Before he knew what was happening, she had slipped her small hand between their bodies and was cupping his cock. He sucked in his breath as she caressed him through his trousers. It felt so good. She felt so good. He rasped out, “You’re making this so damned hard, Giselda.”

  The imp had the gall to smile at him mischievously. “I sure hope so.” She pressed harder.

  “Giselda ...”

  “You don’t want me!” Her eyes filled with hurt. She withdrew her hand. “I knew last night --”

  “You couldn’t be more wrong!” The words were dragged from him.

  “But you set me aside --”

  “I want you so much, I wanted to take you again and again! I probably wouldn’t have let you rest all night.”

  Her eyes smoldered. “Then shut up and kiss me, Rodin.”

  “I really can’t, Giselda.”

  She squeezed his cock. “I want this inside me, Rodin.”

  “What about Michael?” The words slipped out before he could stop them.

  “Michael?”

  She had forgotten him. Rodin knew he shouldn’t feel a fierce rush of joy at that thought, but he couldn’t help it.

  “Oh, we’ll just continue to look for him, of course.”

  She squeezed again, causing him to lose his thoughts. But there was one thing he should ask ... “I meant, when we find him.” His voice came out harsher than he intended, so lost was he in the heat that was flaming inside him.

  “Why, marry him, of course.”

  She sounded surprised that he had even asked. He felt deflated, even as desire burned through him. At the same time, a core of ice-cold anger formed within. So, he was good enough to be a lover, but not someone she would marry. He was a fool if he would throw away such a golden opportunity, something every peasant boy dreamed of: fucking the princess. He would use her, just as she meant to use him.

  “I want you naked.”

  “Done.”

  She reached for the hem of her shirt and took it off, laughing as she did so. She would have thrown it away had he not checked her movement.

  His voice mock-stern, he asked, “Don’t you know that we’re out of spare clothes?”

  She laughed.

  He stuffed it hurriedly into one of his bags. His fingers itching, he reached around her and cupped her breasts, enjoying the firm weight of them in his hands. With deliberate slowness, he flicked his thumb over her nipples. She moaned, leaning back into him and turning her head up toward him. He was so lost in the pleasure of having her body at his disposal that it took him a few seconds to realize what she wanted.

  He captured her lips with his own, and she responded, her mouth opening to give him access to her honeyed depths. Her sweet taste fed the fire flaming in his belly. She had always been able to do this to him. One touch and he was hard. One touch and he burned.

  He rocked against her, his hard bulge nudging her spine. His cock chafed at his breeches. It wanted to be free, to glide over that naked skin without barriers, to slide unfettered into Giselda’s tight hole and be grasped in a loving caress by her hot, slick walls. He ached just thinking about it, remembering last night, anticipating ...

  His fingers clamped down on her nipples, which had turned rock hard from his handling. She cried out in pain, but it also released the wildness in her.

  Her tongue thrust into his mouth and dueled fiercely with his. They stroked and slashed in an intimate dance.

  They broke apart, panting.

  He had always thought her beautiful, but never more so than now, when in the throes of passion.

  Her eyes were half-lidded with desire, and her lips were swollen. A flush rode high on her cheeks.

  He bestowed one sweet kiss on her lips before trailing down her chin.

  She sighed and angled her head to one side so that he had clear access to her neck.

  He continued toying with her nipples as his lips moved across her neck to graze down the long, clean line of her back.

  She shivered and covered his hands with hers, following his movements as he caressed her.

  Her skin was so smooth and silky, he felt like he could derive his enjoyment from just kissing her back. His lips traveled upward, lingering over the protruding bones of her spine, her shoulder blades, finally settling on her neck, the place he had neglected a while ago. He bit and kissed the sensitive skin there, teasing the frantically jumping pulse at the base. At the same time, his fingers were busy in front, cupping her breasts and kneading them, tweaking her nipples until they blossomed under the early morning sun.

  She hummed and arched into his hands. He liked that she was so responsive and passionate, that she threw her whole soul into the act and held nothing back. If he had not experienced it for himself, he would never have guessed that she would like sex so much. She was so sensual that he would bet her eyes were closed right now so as to savor the sensations he hoped were wreaking havoc inside of her. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but harbor the tiny bit of hope that she would like sex with him so much that she would --

  Disgusted with himself and the direction his thoughts were taking, he wrenched himself back to the more pleasurable task at hand. “Take off your trousers for me, Princess.”

  Head still turned to the sun, Giselda unsnapped the fastening and pushed the trousers down to her hips; her panties had been irreparable from the damage they had undergone last night. He felt a surge of lust at the thought that she would always be naked underneath her trousers on this journey. He lifted her by the waist as she pushed the offending clothes down, kicking her feet to speed up her progress.

  He didn’t pass by the opportunity presented to him. His lips skimmed the white globes of her buttocks, his tongue delving into the slit between them. He smelled the sweet scent of her arousal, and it excited him further.

  She moaned and pressed herself closer to him.

  Finally, he turned her around to face him, his eyes roving over her figure freely, from her shapely thighs, her dark bush, her small waist, to her small but firm breasts and anxious angelic face. “You are beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely before falling on her lips, taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss.

  From that moment, all teasing left them.

  He was like a man possessed as he kissed her, as his lips moved down to suckle her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her. The fire in him was raging out of control. It needed to be appeased.

  He felt a fierce joy at eliciting the same reaction from her.

  Her hands were working frantically at the snap of his trousers as she responded to his kiss and opened her mouth. She always tasted so sweet, like nectar and something that could only be described as Giselda.

  His cock sprang free. He groaned as she grasped it in her hand -- her small and untutored hand. But his reaction to her had nothing to do with skill and everything to do with the fact that she was Giselda. Her movements on his dick were awkward and hesitant, yet his cock hardened at her ministrations, becoming erect and full and thick. The first tendrils of tightening pressure filled him, a sign of the delight to come.

  “Rodin, I want you --” She gasped. “-- inside me --” Her hand tightened around his cock. “-- now.”

  He wasn’t sure he could last any longer. He was that far gone.

  He lifted her. With her guiding his cock into the entrance of her pussy, he impaled her with one swift stroke. Gods, he loved that she was so ready for him. She was slick and tight around his cock, like a well-fit glove encasing a hand. Her hungry pussy welcomed him eagerly, pulsing around him, readying itself to milk him.

  “Rodin, you feel so good,” she breathed against him, her eyes closed.

  He knew exactly what she meant.

  “This is even better.”

  He nudged his stallion into a canter, having dropped Randalin’s reins some time ago. Sneaking a quick look behind, he saw the mare grazing quietly. They would come back for her later.

 
The jarring motion caused Giselda’s eyes to fly open. “Rodin!” She was so surprised, she yelped again and clutched frantically at his shoulders. “What are you -- oh, oh, oh, oh!” She screamed the last syllable and continued screaming as the contractions hit her hard.

  Rodin knew what was going on inside her, for he felt them, her wet pussy riding his cock, milking him, clutching at him frantically. He fought for control, holding off his release, wanting to make this last for as long as possible. She bounced on him wildly, her clitoris hitting his hard flesh on every downward stroke, coming down hard and smacking. There was no rhyme or rhythm to their mating, but it was wild and glorious and free.

  He made the horse go faster, increasing the storm building in her, her violent contractions squeezing him. With a cry, he let go, pushing erratically into her tight warmth, sometimes meeting her strokes and sometimes not, pumping his seed into her even as she drained him dry, wringing every last drop from his cock.

  They almost fell off as lethargy overtook them. Fortunately, Rodin was able to correct the imbalance, and they stayed on the horse as he ordered it to slow to a walk.

  “That was exciting,” Giselda gasped as she panted against his chest.

  “Hmmm.” Rodin hummed in contentment, one hand drawing lazy circles on her back. If they could just stay like this forever ...

  Giselda hooked her legs around his waist and pulled closer with surprising strength. “Suddenly, I don’t want to let you go. I want you to stay in me forever.”

  Not exactly the same thought, but it would do for now.

  He held her close, savoring her nearness, the heat and softness of her body, and the flowery scent of her hair. Her body was slight; he knew that when they were standing, her head was just the right height for his chin. He wanted her, wanted her the way a man wants his woman. He wanted to possess her completely and utterly, until she could think of no other man but him.

  “As you wish, my l-- Princess.”

  She smiled as she turned her face to the sun, her eyes closed. “Am I really your princess?” She moved, rubbing his cock against her pussy walls.

  Blood rushed to that tiny place of contact, and his traitorous member hardened and readied itself again.

  “Yes.” Not wanting to give her time to think on that, he lifted her off him.

  “Hey!”

  “Shh. This is even better. I promise.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Oh, gods and goddesses, this was scandalous.

  He had turned her around so that she faced the front and then set her down on his cock. Oooh, how was it that he was hard again? She had squashed her legs closed a while ago because she had felt him slipping out of her, and she had not been ready for that yet. No, she wanted him to stay in her, to rub that hard prick inside her again and again until he spent himself inside her. And then to start all over again ...

  She never imagined that such an act would be so enjoyable and so addictive. No wonder Frederick couldn’t wait to lure Serena into his bed. She certainly didn’t feel any great inclination to do it again with Michael, but since she would be crown princess of Ermont, she had been planning to tolerate it until she bore the next crown prince and a spare. Then she would bar Michael forever from her bed. But now that she had experienced how it could be, she was thinking how sad it was that, after her wedding to Michael, she would never again experience the rapture she had shared with Rodin.

  “All right?” His lips nuzzled her neck as his hands busied themselves with her breasts. He was cupping and weighing them in his large palms. She decided he must be a “breast man.” She noticed he couldn’t stop fondling that particular part of her anatomy.

  “Yes.” She lay back against him and sighed. This was pleasure indeed, but another kind, a gentler, more low-key type of pleasure, creating a satisfying buzz as she rode his cock in a slow rhythm that was set by the horse’s gait. She heard a faint slurping sound as more cream gathered in her pussy and trickled out. Hearing it caused her breath to quicken and a low stirring to start in her belly.

  “Your breasts are beautiful.”

  “They’re small.”

  “I love them. They’re soft yet firm, and most importantly, they fit my hands.”

  “All right, my breasts are beautiful.”

  He chuckled against her skin, the sound a light rumble vibrating through her body. “I like women who appreciate their bodies.”

  She was starting to appreciate hers because of Rodin and his obvious delight in it. “Did you have many women?”

  He pinched her nipples, and she yelped, although a streak of pleasure sizzled through her.

  “What was that for?”

  “You surprised me.” He alternately palmed and squeezed her breasts.

  “For asking about your women?”

  “Yes. Most women don’t like to know about the other women.”

  Giselda gave an unladylike snort. “That’s dumb. It helps to know the enemy.”

  “And why would you think they’re your enemy, Giselda?”

  “Because they’ve had you.”

  “That was in the past. You have me now.” He nipped her shoulder.

  “That’s true. And I intend to enjoy every minute.”

  “Wise thinking.”

  Giselda thought he smelled nice, and his arms around her made her feel warm and secure. Not only that, but his cock thrusting subtly into her in minute movements was making her feel cherished, despite the blatant carnality of the act.

  Suddenly, she wanted to know more about Rodin. Not the Rodin who was Frederick’s friend and bodyguard, not the Rodin who had had many women and was now her lover, but Rodin the person. She didn’t know where to begin, though, so she started with “Why did you decide to become Frederick’s bodyguard?”

  She could feel that Rodin was startled. He obviously had not been expecting her to ask that question.

  “Frederick and I grew up together. The king sought me out to be his son’s companion; Frederick is only two years older than me, you know.”

  That made him twenty-eight.

  “I shared in his lessons, and we became close. But he never once treated me as a servant, though he could have. After all, he was the crown prince, while I was merely the son of the palace gardener. But Frederick never let that become a barrier to our friendship. He was also truly concerned for his subjects, unlike other monarchs’ sons who knew only to take from the rich coffers of their fathers’ kingdoms. From a young age, Frederick has had lots of ideas on how to make the people’s lives better. He would ask the senior minister to present them to the king, and some were even approved. You know the irrigation system that was installed five years ago on most of the agricultural land?”

  Giselda gasped. The system had been received with much favor by the farmers. “He suggested that?”

  “He did.” Rodin confirmed as he played absently with her nipples. He’d rested his chin on top of her head. “And a whole lot of others. Though we both trained in martial combat and swordsmanship, I wouldn’t hesitate to give my life to protect him. This kingdom needs him. He’s a worthy man. Capable, too. I expect the kingdom to flourish during his reign.”

  She didn’t want to think about Rodin giving up his life for Frederick, not when he made her feel free, not when he made her feel like a woman, made her feel that nothing was more important than being with him and being in his arms.

  She paused. Now that was a dangerous thought. She immediately talked to occupy her mind. “What about your father? Didn’t he object to the king’s, uh, demand?”

  “Are you kidding? He was overjoyed. It was an honor for him that his son was appointed the prince’s companion. Anyway, he has other sons to help him take care of the castle grounds.”

  “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

  She could sense in his voice the affection he had for his siblings. “Three brothers and two sisters, all younger than me.” One hand drifted to her midriff and rubbed sensuous circles.

  �
�Where are they now?”

  “One brother was apprenticed to a blacksmith.” His hand slipped lower. “But the other two followed in my father’s footsteps.”

  His fingers dipped into her pussy and flicked against her clitoris.

  She sucked in her breath, the previously low stirring tightening into a welcome pressure in her belly.

  “My two sisters are both married, each with her own brood of kids, one to the head cook of the king and the other to one of the footmen.”

  He shifted, his fingers slipping slickly among her folds as more of her moisture seeped out to lubricate her. He rubbed in a slow, sensuous manner, intensifying the spiraling sensations within her. She arched against his hand, sighing. “Rodin.”

  “Yes, Princess?”

  Though he still called her “Princess” at times, she didn’t mind, for there was a different inflection to it, almost caressing, like an endearment.

  “Go on.”

  He flicked his thumb several times against the hard nub. She felt the urge to move, to bear down on him, but she controlled the feeling. She wanted to see how far he could arouse her before she snapped.

  “You have to know, our family has been in the service of the king for generations. It is our pride and honor to serve our king.”

  Giselda’s breath hitched as his fingers rubbed faster, fueling the coiling pressure. Soon ... soon ...

  “It is my pleasure, however, to serve my princess,” he added in a husky voice as he nudged the stallion to a trot.

  Giselda held tight to the pommel of the saddle as she rode Rodin’s cock, bouncing violently just as she had earlier. Her clit came down hard on his hand, rubbing desperately, up, down, up, down, escalating the pressure, until she couldn’t bear it any longer. She let go and exploded into a series of fierce contractions, screaming as she clasped his cock urgently, milking him until she pumped him dry.

  She slumped over the horse’s neck, Rodin on top of her.

  Her clit rocked against the saddle, setting off a series of mini-orgasms. She shuddered. “Rodin!”