Filthy Royal

by Roxeanne Rolling

  17.

  Luke

  “I want to fuck you right here in the garden,” whispers Rebecca in my ear.

  I laugh. “That’d be one for the papers,” I say. “Prince bangs American in royal gardens. Onlookers furious.”

  She blushes.

  “No,” I say. “I like the idea. But we’ve got the royal lunch to get ready for.”

  “Since when are you one to follow the rules or the schedule?”

  Just then, we’re interrupted by Eugene who comes back breathless. “Miss Rebecca,” he says, using English again, which I’m glad about, since it makes me feel more comfortable for some reason. “There’s a royal seamstress waiting for you in your room.”

  I laugh out loud. “I guess they did notice the leggings you’re wearing.”

  She looks horribly embarrassed, and I feel a little bad, so I put my arm around her, pulling her close to me. Her breasts squish up against my chest, and feel fucking great.

  “It’s just that they want you to have something suitable for the lunch so you don’t feel out of place.”

  “Great,” she says.

  Just now, my phone starts ringing. I grab it and check the caller ID.

  “It’s Sebastian!” I cry, excitedly.

  “You mean that asshole who you got in a fight with?”

  “Yeah, but we’re always getting into fights.”

  “I think that was the first and final fight you had with him, sir,” says Eugene.

  “Shut up, Eugene,” I say.

  “Sea-bass!” I yell into the phone, clicking the big green answer button. “What’s going on, my man?”

  “Just calling to holler at a brother prince, my man,” says Sebastian. There’s all kinds of noise in the background. It sounds like he’s at a pretty wild party, but it’s only noon here. I check my watch, but completely forget what time it would be in The States.

  “Where the fuck are you, dude?”

  “I’m in fucking Denmark, dude!”

  “Denmark! What the hell, man? I’m back in Europe, too.”

  “I know, man. Your name is all over the papers. I figured you’d have to be back in Liseria by now.”

  “Only because I had to beat your ass out there in Texas.”

  “You barely touched me, man,” he says.

  “Listen, why don’t you come over to Liseria?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, man. Listen, I’ll send you the address.”

  “Of your palace?”

  “Of course. We’ll have a fucking blast.”

  He agrees, and I hang up the phone to see Rebecca and Eugene staring at me wide-eyed.

  “Do you think it’s a good idea?” Eugene starts saying, but I brush him off.

  “You’re inviting Sebastian over?” says Rebecca, looking worried or sad. I can’t tell.

  “Yeah, what’s the big deal?”

  “I thought this was just going to be between us…a little vacation.”

  “It is, baby,” I say, using my most convincing princely tones. “But I just couldn’t let a brother hang like that.”

  “Stop trying to sound like an American,” she says. “You sound like an idiot and an asshole.”

  And with that, she storms off, Eugene giving me a puzzled and exasperated look, before following her off. She doesn’t even know how to get back to the palace grounds, probably, so he’s got to escort her there, but I can tell he’s worried about Sebastian coming over. After all, Sebastian and I have a way of getting up to no good.

  An hour later, we’re all sitting around a big table full of boring old men and women. My parents are both seated at the head of the table, and my dad’s of course wearing his ridiculous crown and scowling at everyone.

  Rebecca shows up about five minutes late and gets a glare from my dad—what an asshole.

  She’s seated across the table from me, but she looks fucking stunning in what appear to be some kind of Liserian gown. Honestly the dress is ugly as fuck, but she still manages to make it hot as fuck. Her tits are looking just perfect, and I can even catch a glimpse of some side boob action going on. What a fucking site.

  Belinda is seated next to me and she keeps whispering into my ear little pieces of absolute nonsense, stuff about how she loves Liseria or some shit like that.

  “Cut out the shit,” I say to her, and she giggles like it’s the funniest thing anyone’s ever said.

  Rebecca glares at me, and I realize she’s going to think the worst about this Belinda character sitting next to me. I guess she’s still pissed about whatever it was earlier in the day—oh yeah, Sebastian’s coming.

  Fuck, that’s going to be awesome. I mean, I want to spend time with Rebecca, but I don’t see why the three of us can’t hang and party a bit before getting down to the dirty business with Rebecca at night. I mean, fuck, this fucking palace needs some livening up, and Sebastian’s just the guy to do it.

  I half-hope he decides to smuggle in a little bit of weed—it’s not like I can get any here. But on the other hand, there’s a good chance he’s going to get into a lot of trouble if he tries to smuggle some in here. I figure it’s worth the risk though, now that I think about it for another moment—shit, I should have mentioned it to him on the phone. Then again, knowing Sebastian, he’ll think of it himself…hopefully.

  Under the table, I try to reach out to play a bit of footsie with Rebecca, but either the table’s simply too wide and I can’t reach her, or she’s pulling her feet away from me, away from my reach.

  I look over at her. Her head’s turned to the side, as she addresses my dad. Her face looks perfect, framed that way from the side, the light streaming in, touching her hair just fucking right.

  I had no idea she knew so much French. I guess all she had to do was warm up a bit, because now she’s speaking it as fluently as a Frenchman. Her accent is a bit strange for us Liserians, but we should be used to regular French at this point.

  “Yes,” my father’s saying, looking surprised himself at Rebecca’s superb French. “That’s a very interesting analysis on Liseria’s current relationship with French. And you’re spot on about the language.” He actually laughs here, chuckling. He’s fucking laughing! I haven’t seen him laugh since…well, fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh. “And don’t worry, your French is already excellent, and I’m sure you’ll be picking up the rather peculiar nuances of our dialect by the end of the week.”

  What the fucking fuck? She’s charming the pants off this old fucker. I’ve never seen my dad be so open to a foreigner, let alone anyone, in…well, ever.

  My mom is drooling all over Rebecca too. She’s hanging on every word Rebecca’s saying, and it sounds like Rebecca must have really read up on Liseria. Last I knew she didn’t know the place existed, and now she’s sounding off like a seasoned professor or something. I knew she was smart, but I didn’t know she was this smart. What’s she been doing wasting her time in some office?

  My phone buzzes in my pocket.

  Covertly, I look at it under the table.

  “On the fucking way, dude!!!” writes Sebastian in all caps.

  18.

  Rebecca

  The French is flooding back. Thank God, or I’d be lost at this luncheon without it.

  The lunch is actually going really well, better than I ever could have hoped. The king and queen seem to really like me, or maybe they’re just being friendly. They were more than surprised when I started speaking fluent French, and honestly so was I. I thought I’d forgotten all of it.

  I tend to have a strong memory, so I sprinkle some facts from an article I skimmed into my conversation, and the king is just tripping over himself trying to congratulate me on my knowledge of foreign affairs. Maybe he’s just not used to foreigners knowing anything about Liseria, or maybe he really just thinks all of us Americans are as dumb as rocks. Who knows? But who cares? It’s working.

  Luke, though, is pretending lik
e he’s not playing with his phone under the table. I can’t believe he invited Sebastian to Liseria during the time I’m visiting. I mean, I really thought this was time for the two of us to get to know each other better, and hopefully start a longer more serious relationship. I wasn’t sure at first, but now that I’m here, I still can’t keep my eyes off Luke (even when he’s behaving like an asshole, as he has today, inviting Sebastian over, for instance), but not only that…it’s just that I feel like there’s a real connection forming between us. Neither one of us has spoken a word about it to the other. I just hope he’s feeling the same thing.

  I’m having my doubts though, because if he was, why would he invite his American drinking buddy to the palace to stay? And why is he paying this Liserian floozy so much attention? I think her name is Belinda.

  After lunch, Luke takes my hand in the passageway as I’m headed back to my room. I think at this point I’ve finally started to get my bearings in the castle.

  “Hey,” he says. “Are you still mad I invited Sebastian?”

  I nod my head. “I thought this time was just for us.”

  “It is baby,” he says, his voice pleading. Is he just trying to use his princely diplomatic charm on me? If so, I have to admit it’s already working. There’s only so long I can stay inches away from his gorgeous chiseled face and not want to just pull him into bed with me.

  I look behind us to see if we’ve got the hallway to ourselves. Fortunately, we do.

  “I think it’s working,” I say, reaching out and grabbing his cock, which is about one third erect.

  “What’s working?” he says.

  “You’re princely charm,” I say.

  He laughs. “But, really, Rebecca. I honestly just feel bad about leaving Sebastian over there and not saying goodbye. I mean we did get up to some horrible stuff. A lot of bar fights… But he was my first real friend in a long time.”

  “It’s hard to have friends as a prince, huh?”

  He nods. “And I mean I beat him up and left him there. The least I can do is invite him to the palace for some fun.”

  I nod. “That makes sense,” I say.

  For the first time, I can see that there’s a kindness towards others (not just towards me) in Luke. And it only makes me want to fuck his brains out even harder than I did just a few minutes ago.

  “Come on,” I say. “We’re going to my room.”

  It’s been a long, long time, since I’ve felt this assertive and confident. My anxiety is gone. I nailed that lunch, charmed a king and queen, and now I’m going to fuck a prince. All before dinnertime!

  I pull Luke by the hand.

  “It’s my turn to initiate things now,” I say.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he says, doing a spot-on Texan accent that makes me laugh.

  I pull him into the room and quickly shut the massive wooden door. Luke bolts it closed. I’m pretty sure the locks are as old as the castle themselves, and since they’re made to resist invading armies (not that that was ever much of a thing, given my brief and summary understanding of Liserian history) they’re going to work well enough to keep out Eugene or any prying maids.

  “Come here,” I say, pulling Luke towards me as I walk backwards to the bed, which I flop onto.

  “I like this dress,” he says, his hands on my breasts before I know it.

  “I’m not crazy about it,” I say.

  “You look fucking hot in it,” he says. “You can make anything look hot.”

  “So it’s not the dress itself? It’s just that anything that shows my body is kind of hot?”

  “Pretty much,” he says, pushing his mount down to mind.

  But I have something else in mind.

  I take his head between my hands and, with a strong grip, push him down to my crotch, so that his head his resting between my legs.

  “The prince wants to eat me out, doesn’t he?” I say, using my sweetest, most seductive tones, and pursing my lips.

  “The prince really does,” he says. “It’s going to be a real meal fit for kings.”

  Despite the silliness of it, I giggle, but the giggling doesn’t last long. I’m simply too turned on for jokes right now.

  I push his head so that it’s buried beneath my dress, which falls over top of him. I keep my grip on his head, and he begins licking me.

  Fuck does it feel good. It’s not bad having a real live prince between your legs, let me tell you.

  “Stop,” I say, pulling his head up. “I want to come with you inside me.”

  He smiles at me. A wicked princely smile that makes me even wetter. “OK,” he says, moving up across my body.

  His cock is already out, with a condom coming onto it out of nowhere. He really is fast with those condoms. I wonder if there’s a royal supply of them somewhere.

  Luke rubs the bottom of his cock across my naked pussy, hitting all the right spots without entering it.

  It takes all of my self-control to keep him from entering me right here and now. I just want his cock inside me so much. But I want to take control. I want to ride him.

  “I want to be on top,” I say.

  “Fine by me,” he says.

  “Get up here on the bed,” I say, guiding him to the bed, where I push him lightly into a lying down position. He kicks off the remaining clothes he has on, and I climb up onto his strong thighs, straddling him, letting the royal dress fall down around me.

  “We’re going to mess up the dress,” he says.

  “I don’t care,” I say.

  “Me neither,” he says, running his hands up under the dress, caressing my nipples. He leans forwards and bites my neck lightly.

  Now we’re kissing on the mouth, with me leaning down, my hair falling all around him. His own dark hair looks fucking beautiful. It’s perfectly combed, parted, but just a little wild looking right now. He has an intent look in his eyes that tells me he really wants me.

  I was planning on teasing him, but as I slowly lower myself onto his throbbing erect cock, I realize I’m not going to be able to take the temptation myself. I was hoping to put it in a little ways, and then pull up, making him work for it by thrusting upwards as best he can. But I don’t have the strength to resist him—as soon as the tip is inside me, I want nothing more than his whole princely cock.

  I settle myself down around his cock and he lets out a sigh of pleasure. I moan, and my back involuntarily arches. My head goes tilting up towards the ceiling.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he grunts, as he thrusts his hips powerfully up, shoving his cock deep inside me.

  “Oh yes,” I moan, as I grasp the headboard behind him for more support.

  I continue riding him, increasing the pace. Soon I’m riding him hard, and I mean fucking hard.

  I completely lose track of time, and we’re both making all sorts of sounds. It’s a good thing these walls are really thick and made of stones.

  I’m moving my hips as fast as I can as I ride him.

  “You look fucking sexy,” he manages to say, apparently with great effort due to the pleasure.

  “So are…”

  But it’s too late. I’m already coming, and my vision’s going all white and I’m barely aware of what’s happening—just aware that I’m still riding him, hard and fast, as fast as I possibly can.

  I hear Luke groan as he comes too, his cock spasming inside me.

  We collapse onto the bed. Or, really, I’m the one that collapses, practically on top of him.

  I nestle my head instinctively into the crook of his arm, and realize after a minute (as I’m catching my breath) that this is the first time we’ve really cuddled like this—I think it is, at least. It’s the first time in the palace.

  Either way, this cuddling session just has a completely different feel to it.

  “It sort of feels like we’re a couple,” I finally say, venturing into the unknown with the words, unsure of how he’s going to react.


  “I like that,” he says.

  “You do?” I say, tilting my head up a little to look at him.

  He gazes back at me with his beautiful eyes and I see something different in them.

  “There’s really something more inside there other than just the crazy party boy prince, isn’t there?”

  He nods his head and laughs. “I think so,” he says. “Although sometimes I haven’t been so sure, especially over the last few years.”

  “Tell me about your childhood,” I say, suddenly curious about what it was like as a prince here. I want to know another side to him. I want to know everything there is to know about him, whether or not it’s flattering or ugly.

  “I don’t know where to begin,” he says, but soon he’s telling me all about everything that happened. There are a couple hilarious stories, but most of what I hear is about a confused kid whose parents were unfortunately distant. He went off to boarding school at an early age, and was promptly kicked out of it for acting out. Over the years, his rebellious streak grew stronger and stronger.

  From what I gather, the private boarding schools of Europe really don’t like kicking out royalty, no matter how bad their behavior his, so by the time he was 18, he was well-versed in getting into some serious trouble, just so he could be kicked out of school.

  But soon the trouble took on a life of its own, and Luke was spending a lot of time getting into actual trouble.

  I laugh at some of the stories, like the time he smuggled a kilo into Liseria to sell to a lower-level drug dealer, right under his father’s nose.

  “They couldn’t search the royal family, you see,” he says, laughing at his own ingenuity.

  “Of course, I doubt you needed the money,” I say.

  “Well, actually,” he says. “I kind of did.”

  This surprises me, to say the least.

  “I get an allowance now, if you want to call it that.”

  I giggle. An allowance. “A princely allowance,” I say.

  He nods. “But it didn’t always used to be like that. In Liseria the custom is for it to not kick in until the age of 25. So before that, I head to earn my own money. And I found that I really, really didn’t like working. Especially not the office jobs my father set me up with. So smuggling drugs was a hell of a lot easier. Of course, I’ve left that all behind. And when I look back on it, I’m not particularly proud of it. But I only ever smuggled hashish, a form of marijuana, and it’s not like the people of Liseria didn’t have access to that already. If they wanted it, it was already there. I was merely bringing in a purer product that wasn’t contaminated with anything.”