by Amy Sumida
“Dessert is served,” Queen Tana purred as she lifted her skirts.
Sir Eamon smiled brilliantly and knelt between her legs. He began feasting on her pussy as the Queen rested her feet on her consorts strong shoulders. I looked at Trenton and nodded; with so much going on around us, it made what we had to do far more comfortable.
Trenton smiled slowly. He may have reservations about making a spectacle of himself, but he was still a man. When it came down to it, having sex with me wasn't going to be a hardship; no matter where we did it. But his sister wanted a spectacle.
Trenton swept the plates off his end of the table dramatically, and they fell to the floor with a resounding crash. The noise made everyone look up from their desserts and watch as Trenton lifted me with a growl and deposited me on the table. He pushed me down roughly and tossed my skirts over my face. I blinked in surprise, but as he tore my panties away, I began to giggle. It was a good thing I had my skirts to hide behind.
My new lover was indeed making a spectacle. He grabbed my thighs and pulled them even further apart as he dove between my legs. The room was so quiet that the sound of him feasting on me—growling like an animal as he did—carried throughout it. I peeked out from beneath my skirt and saw the entire Court enthralled by their prince. And he was far from done.
Once he had me wet enough to his liking, Trenton lifted his face with a snarl and shoved his cock into me. He began to fuck me furiously; shaking the whole table with his thrusts. He yanked my skirts down and ripped my bodice in two with one pull from his strong hands. Every woman in the room gasped in delight; their gazes locked on the savage lover between my thighs. Trenton kneaded my breasts as he locked his stare with mine, and everything went very serious. Everyone else faded away as I fell into those glowing, violet eyes. Trenton's gaze softened, and his wild pace slowed as he lowered his lips to mine. He kissed me passionately, and the dining hall filled with the sound of female sighs.
“Well done, Brother,” Tana whispered.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Outside of Trenton's suite, I was the most obedient slave, but within them, he was mine. It was a dizzying extreme that satisfied me in more ways than I could have imagined. Submission had never sat well with me, but to submit knowing full well that I was the one in charge, made it more of a game. I discovered that I liked games... and so did Trenton.
Drostan's betrayal faded under the unfailing attention my new lover gave me. Trenton took me for rides around Seelie, had beautiful clothes made for me, and draped me in jewels. To everyone else, I was Prince Trenton's pampered pet, but to Trenton, I was his mistress; in control of his every move.
What we both loved the best were the moments when we could get away with him serving me in public. Trenton would have me sit on his lap and feed me from his plate. To the court, Trenton looked as if he were dominating his slave, but we knew the truth; that he was feeding me because I wanted him to. I was effectively sitting in the Prince's chair, at the High Table of Seelie, as the Prince himself catered to my every whim, and no one knew it; not even his sister. We would smile secretly at each other; the intrigue making it all the more delicious.
I was quickly getting used to the royal treatment.
“What would you like to do today?” Trenton asked after he'd given me my morning orgasm.
“Let's go swimming in that lake you showed me yesterday,” I suggested.
“A wonderful idea.” He smiled brilliantly at me. “Come, my lady, and I shall dress you.”
Trenton carried me from the bed and set me on my feet before his full-length mirror. First, he brushed my hair till it gleamed, and then he slipped silk underwear on me. His cock was hard the entire time, but I ignored it. It was always like this in the morning; Trenton eagerly waiting for me to allow him to fuck me. He slipped a pair of leather pants up my legs, and then a silk blouse went over them. I shrugged into a leather vest, and he tightened the laces so that my breasts were lifted high; surrounded by a froth of silk and lace.
Trenton sighed as he stared at my cleavage, and I smiled indulgently.
“You may remove one nipple and suck on it for thirty seconds,” I said.
“Thank you, my lady,” Trenton said with a moan.
Trenton gently nudged one nipple free and set his mouth eagerly to it. His tongue twirled around me—making me wet with wanting—and I held his head tightly to me. After his time was up, I pushed him away.
“That's enough,” I said coolly. “Put my nipple back.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trenton gently replaced my nipple.
“Wear the loose trousers, without the underwear,” I instructed him. “I want to be able to reach your cock easily.”
Trenton smiled and nodded. He got into his trousers, and then put on a simple cotton tunic, used for riding. A leather belt went over the tunic, and leather boots on his feet.
“Is this acceptable?” He asked.
I looked him over critically. His erection tented his pants, and I knew he'd walk out of the room like that if I ordered him to. But I didn't want to humiliate Trenton; I was growing very fond of him; very fond.
“No; that won't do.” I waved a hand at his cock as I went to a wooden chest placed against the wall. “Come here.”
Trenton obediently went to stand beside me. I fetched a length of silk from the chest and turned to him.
“Undo your pants,” I commanded.
Trenton undid his trousers and let them fall; he was still hidden by his tunic, though.
“Pull up your tunic.”
He did, and I knelt so that I was faced with his beautiful cock. The sight of me kneeling before him made Trenton's breath quicken, and I smiled wickedly. I wrapped the silk around his cock and then around his waist; tying his erection back against his stomach. Trenton groaned with need. I looked up at him and held his gaze as I gave the head of his cock a long lick and massaged his heavy balls. Trenton shuddered.
“Please, Riley,” he begged.
“What do you want?” I asked casually as I stood.
“I want to make love to you.”
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I purred as I played with his balls. “I'll suck your dick at breakfast so that everyone will see me being a good slave. Won't that be fun?”
“Oh, yes,” he breathed the words.
“Good.” I nodded. “Now, pull your pants up.”
Trenton quickly fastened his pants, and then offered me his arm. He escorted me to the dining hall and up to the high table where his sister waited. Conall was leaning against one wall. He must have eaten already, and yet he lingered; probably to see me. He had made it his business to stare daggers at me every time I appeared. As if this were all my doing. Let him stare; it didn't matter to me.
“Good morning, Sister,” Trenton said merrily to the Queen.
Sir Eamon was seated beside her; with his hand up her skirts. It moved rapidly beneath the material.
“Good morning,” Queen Tana sighed. “How are you today?”
“I'm well satisfied, as usual.” Trenton smirked; falling right back into his prince persona.
Trenton sat down and then nodded to his lap. I obediently sat on his thigh and wriggled my butt against his cock.
“And you, Sister; how are you this morning?” Trenton asked with a strained voice.
“Getting satisfied as we speak,” Tana said. Then she looked over at me. “Riley, did you give your master his morning pleasure?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said demurely. “But I'd be happy to give him more while he dines.”
“As you should.” She nodded primly. “Eat something first, you darling girl. You don't want to swallow cum on an empty stomach; it can give you indigestion.”
“Your Majesty is most thoughtful,” I murmured as Trenton ran his hand up beneath my skirt and started rubbing me.
Prince Trenton stroked me until I trembled through my orgasm, and then removed his hand and slowly licked his fingers. I could feel his tension, but Trenton looked relaxed as he sliced som
e of his breakfast sausage and held it out to me. I opened my mouth, and he placed the piece on my tongue, but I nipped at him and sucked his finger before letting it go.
“She's adorable,” Sir Eamon said affectionately.
“He's had a soft spot for her ever since I made her prove her cock-sucking ability on him,” Tana whispered to her brother with a smile.
“What?” Trenton narrowed his eyes at his sister.
I went still.
“Come now,” Tana chided Trenton. “You know that I tested her before I gave her to you. I had to make sure that Riley was good enough to satisfy my brother.”
Trenton glanced at me and sighed. “I hadn't thought about it.”
“I understand your desire to keep Riley to yourself, Your Highness,” Sir Eamon said. “But we are Fey; sex is something to be shared and enjoyed. Please don't hold it against Riley or me for indulging. My heart belongs to your sister, and Riley is now yours completely.”
“Yes, you're right, Sir Eamon,” Trenton conceded. “I'm afraid my jealousy briefly got the better of me.”
“Jealousy as well!” Tana exclaimed. “Now, that is a rare emotion indeed. I bless the day you came to us, Riley.”
“I do as well, Your Majesty,” I said softly as I stared at Trenton.
Trenton smiled tenderly at me before he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Is the food to your liking?” He whispered.
“Yes; thank you, Your Highness,” I whispered back in a teasing tone.
“Open your mouth, Riley,” he said in a louder voice.
I did as Trenton instructed, and he placed a berry in it. I chewed on it demurely as Trenton whisked my hair back and nibbled on my neck; his hand diving into my bodice. I think he loved these moments when he got to be in charge; as if he were getting away with something naughty. Sometimes—if he took too many liberties—I would punish him when we were alone again; which I think he loved even more.
I moaned as he tweaked my nipple.
“This should be enough to sustain you,” Trenton growled as he fed me another bite. “You have work to do.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” I said after I swallowed.
“Good; now, get under the table and satisfy your master.”
Queen Tana and her consort chuckled good-naturedly. I went to my knees—giving Trenton a look that said he was in deep trouble for that comment—and slipped beneath the table. Trenton didn't flip up the cloth this time but kept it down to give me some privacy. I knew it was because he didn't want his sister seeing his restrained cock. I smiled at that as I undid his pants. His erection was pulsing against the silk; begging to be sucked. But I wasn't going to suck it.
I untied the silk and let his member spring free. Then I began to lick his balls and stroke his shaft. Trenton inhaled sharply, and his hand went to my head. I removed his hand and shoved it down my bodice; pushing him toward my nipple. He obediently began to pinch my nipples as I sucked on his balls. His legs tensed, and I knew he was close to climaxing. So, I pushed his hands away and lifted above his cock as I continued to rub him. As he came, I caught his cum with the silk, and when he was finished, I wrapped his balls with the wet material and then tied it around his limp cock in a bow.
Trenton shivered as I slipped him into his pants. Then I got gracefully back into his lap; wiping at my lips as if I had swallowed his cum. Queen Tana looked over at me as she came, and smiled approvingly.
Chapter Twenty-Three
After breakfast, Trenton took me out to the stables and kissed me passionately up against the wood wall as we waited for our horses to be saddled. Once we were astride, Trenton led the way to the lake I had wanted to visit. It didn't take long to reach the shimmering expanse of clear water. We dismounted near the lake's edge and tied our horses to a tree; the scent of ripe apples tickling my nose and enticing our horses. We removed their bits so they could forage. Then we wandered along the shoreline hand-in-hand, and when we were certain we were alone, we undressed each other slowly.
Trenton started to remove the stained silk around his cock, but I stopped him.
“Leave that be,” I said.
I smiled down at the silk bow as I stroked his hardening length. It began to push against the restraint, and Trenton groaned in pain.
“Please,” he whispered.
“You were a naughty boy,” I pressed my breasts to his chest and purred into his ear.
“I'm sorry, my lady.”
“Not good enough!” I snapped. “Get down on your hands and knees!”
He did as I said; bending over and getting on all fours. I walked around him; smacking his ass as I went, and he shivered with each strike. His cock was rock-hard; pulling his balls up with the silk.
“Beg for my forgiveness,” I growled.
“Please forgive me,” he cried immediately. “I'm sorry I said that I was your master. I'm not; you are my mistress; I swear it.”
“That's better.” I stopped before him and spread my legs. “You may lick me once.”
“Thank you,” he whimpered and lifted his head to my pussy.
His hands went to my hips, and he slid his tongue up me in a slow lick. Trenton groaned; his cock twitching more. But still, he tried to lick me again.
“Just once!” I pushed him back.
Trenton fell onto his back, and I straddled him. I positioned myself over his thighs and stroked his cock; making him moan before I slowly undid the bow. His erection sprang free, and Trenton gave a relieved cry.
“Thank you, my lady,” he whispered.
“You're welcome,” I said graciously and then headed to the lake. “Come along, Trenton.”
“Yes, my lady.” He hurried after me. “Shall I carry you into the water?”
“Yes.” I stopped in the shallows and let him pick me up.
Trenton carried me into the deep water as I nuzzled his neck; breathing deeply of his masculine scent. When we were in waist-high water, he held me out from him to float. I sighed and laid back in the cool weightlessness; my breasts breaking the surface as I spread my arms out. Trenton lowered his lips to a nipple and started to lave at it with his hot tongue. I enjoyed it for a moment, and then pushed him away and slipped out of his hands. I swam to the center of the lake, and he followed me. As Trenton approached, the sunlight caught his bright hair, and I was struck by his beauty. I suddenly wanted to know more about him than what was on the surface and what we shared together.
“Trenton, have you ever visited Earth?” I asked softly.
“Yes, when I was younger,” he blinked in surprise at my question. “Why do you ask?”
The conversation seemed to be a time-out, and Trenton relaxed into his normal self. Oddly enough, the real Trenton was neither an arrogant prince nor a willing slave. He was just a regular guy trying to find peace with the impotent power he had. A prince had influence and wealth, but it was Trenton's sister who held the reins. It did a number on him—his near-rule—and I think it was what gave him a desire to be dominated. He wanted to truly be helpless so that he could appreciate the limited power he had. But beneath it all, Trenton craved neither power or helplessness; he just wanted to be a man who lived his life simply.
“Did you like it there?” I asked another question instead of answering him.
“It's crowded and dirty,” he said thoughtfully. “But there are some beautiful places left on Earth; places not completely tainted by mankind.”
“Yeah, we're cruel to our world,” I admitted. “But, as you said, there are still a few good places left. Have you ever considered living there?”
“On Earth?” He asked in surprise.
“You're not happy here,” I said gently as I slipped into his arms. “On Earth, you wouldn't have to be a prince or a slave.”
Trenton blinked and then frowned. He laid his forehead on mine and tightened his hold on me. I could feel his heart beating faster against my chest.
“How do you see right to the heart of me, Riley?” He asked softly. �
�My sister doesn't notice my unhappiness; or, if she does, she thinks it's sexual. She thinks everything can be cured with sex.”
“That seems to be a very Fey attitude,” I teased him.
Trenton leaned back and smiled at me. “You're a remarkable woman. I think I...” he swallowed roughly and started over. “I have feelings for you; feelings beyond desire. And they confuse me. I barely know you.”
“But I know you,” I whispered before I kissed him softly. “And sometimes you love someone simply because they know and accept who you are.”
“Love,” he whispered. “That's not something I'd ever hoped to find.”
“That's sad,” I said gently. “Trenton, I think if you didn't have to be a prince, you could let go of this need to be controlled. You could just be you. Wouldn't that be better?”
“Maybe,” he murmured as he started to slide his hands over me. “Let's pretend for awhile and see what making love as two normal people is like.”
“Okay,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him.
Trenton kissed me, and there was no dominance in it; not from either of us. There was no demand or submission. There was nothing but passion. And it was the most wonderful kiss we'd shared. I groaned into it and hooked my legs around his waist. His cock was hardening against my belly, and I wiggled against it eagerly. Trenton broke our kiss to laugh joyfully and with complete abandon.
“As always, Riley,” Trenton said, “you know exactly what I need.”
We swam over to a stone boulder, and Trenton set me on it. He spread my legs and licked the water from my pussy in languorous laps. I laid back on the sun-warmed stone—keeping my hand on his wet hair—and just enjoyed the pleasure. There was no planning ahead; no thinking about my next move or what command would make him more mine. I just enjoyed the sensations he gave me.
Trenton wasn't worried about planning either; he didn't worry about making me come before he stopped licking me. Instead, he climbed up on the rock beside me so he could slide his hands over my wet body and take his time enjoying every curve the way he wanted to. I pulled him over me and kissed him again; I couldn't seem to stop doing it. Now that I knew what a real Trenton kiss was like; I needed more of them; all of them. As our tongues tangled together, I drew my legs up his sides and rocked my pelvis up against him. Trenton ground himself against me, moaning into my mouth.