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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 28 Location: Somewhere in Texas |
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| Introduction: Chapter 1: The Story Begins | ||
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THE PRINCESS WHORE Chapter 1: The Story Begins It was a time of unrest. The Truscans had been pushing into our territory for years. The people were finally starting to feel the pressure. My father, the King, was, at long last, willing to speak with Gerchek, ruler of the Truscans. The timing was bad. It was all bad. The competition was tomorrow. My sweet, Leopold was to be competing, with all the other men of noble birth, for my hand in marriage. It was a long held tradition in our culture that a Princess must only be given to the nobleman who displayed the most physical and mental strength. It was just a tradition. No Princess had ever been in line for the throne before. The match was always fixed so the Princess could have the man she desired. But this was different. Never before had it mattered so much. I was the child of my father’s first marriage. He married for love and her death would have ruined him were it not for his love for me. My father had no sons. Simply a step-son from his marriage to our dead queen. His second marriage was an arranged marriage set forth by my grandfather to bring peace between our land, Elyria and hers, Slemvick. It was a loveless marriage to say the least. Queen Kara was power hungry and vain. She had men beheaded for the slightest wrong-doing and tortured young women who she felt challenged her beauty. Many times she told me what she would do to me if my title as Princess didn’t protect me. Her son, Douglas, was just as power-hungry and knew, quite well, he was next in line for the throne if I was not wed by my eighteenth birthday. Many times did he make attempts at my dear Leopold’s life. But my sweet love was not to be had so easily. Douglas was a disgusting little snipe of a man. He wasn’t unfortunate-looking. But his sneaky, slimy personality wiped clean all benefits his handsome features provided. Many times did I find him in my chambers, lurking in corners waiting for me to be undressed by my servants. Many nights I found him calling on me in my bath with nothing but the perfumed waters and flower petals to cover my innocence. He would lean to me at meals and whisper his wishes to have his way with my “voluptuous, ripe body”. And every chance he had to make contact with me was met with a thinly veiled caress or grope. He made my skin crawl and, frankly, I couldn’t wait to take the throne and banish him to a far corner of the kingdom. Douglas knew, as did I, that his title as Prince protected him from my wrath. I could no sooner slap him as he could kill me. And so, he took his liberties. He was slime. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The competition. As I said, it was tradition. Usually, the royal family rigged the event. So the Princess could have the man of her choosing. But this was to be different. As the winner would be in line for the throne, everything had to be fair. My father would not tell even me what the events would be for fear I would share this knowledge with my Leopold. The next ruler of Elyria had to be a noble male of Elyrian birth. And he had to surpass others in all challenges. I was wrought with worry. It’s not that I didn’t have faith in my Leopold. But I didn’t know what he was up against. What if he failed me? Would I love my new husband as I loved him? Would he be as handsome? Would he be as loving and kind? Would he posses the strength of body and softness of heart my dear, sweet Leopold was endowed with? I was pacing the halls. The competition was tomorrow. Who would compete? Who would win? Who did I just bump into? I looked up and saw the most beautiful man ever created. Even my Leopold wasn’t blessed with such features. His deep blue eyes burned into me. I had a flash of him pressing me against a wall as he kissed me deeply, moaning softly into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt naked. It seemed he was looking through me. My clothes simply a formality. Yes! I was convinced he could see my nude form through my clothes. Heat burst through me. Warmth spread across my face as I stood frozen before him. I could feel the red of embarrassment move across my cheeks. “I, I’m sorry.” I stammered. “Fret not, Princess.” Was his reply, never taking his eyes off my ample breasts. “It was I who was in your way.” Suddenly, I realized we were in the entranceway to the Great Hall. He was, in fact, in my way. Twenty men could walk side by side down this hall and never bump into one another… or passersby! Why hadn’t he gotten out of my way? “I think the Princess is pre-occupied. Perhaps we should continue on.” It was then I realized we were not alone. He had a servant with him. And was being led by my father’s best man, Frederick. Why had he bumped into me? “Right this way, Your Highness.” Was Frederick’s reply. ‘Your Highness’? Was he some prince from nearby lands come for the competition? Who was this man? And why had he bumped into me? I stood, still frozen, in the hall. I looked after the strange man. His thick blond locks rested on his shoulders. His broad, thick shoulders. I could see, even through his clothing that he was well muscled and strength was a blessing he had in spades. “Lanya!” I turned to see who called. At last! Leopold had arrived! I ran to him, forgetting all that weighed on my mind. But, somehow, not those eyes. After spending the day with my beloved, I returned to the castle for the festivities. Father was throwing a feast to celebrate the competition tomorrow and my impending wedding. After the day with Leopold I was certain he would win my hand. Our love was strong and so was he. I was met in my chambers by my dressers and once clothed in an appropriate gown and perfumed from head to toe, I made my way to the Great Hall for the feast. My presence was announced and I entered to see my father sitting across the vast hall at his place. He smiled but there was a hesitation hidden in his laugh lines. Perhaps the negotiations hadn’t gone well. I glanced around the room to see whom he had invited. It was the normal nobles, knights, etc. All enjoying their drink and food. Laughing and carrying on in a manner only nobility had the carefree life to allow. But there was unease in the room. Barely noticeable and quite subtle but it was there. I looked back to my father for some indication of what was going on and saw him speaking with that man. Although he seemed quite interested in what my father was saying, his eyes were on me. Burning into me again. I wanted to hide behind something. Again I had the sense that he could see through my clothes. “Princess, are you alright? You’ve gone white!” One of the servants had come to my side. “Yes. Yes. I’m quite alright. It’s been a long day. And, I fear, the excitement of tomorrow has gotten to me. Tell me, who is that man next to my father? I’ve not seen him before.” “Oh,” he said with a frown. “That’s Gerchek. Ruler of the Truscans. Your father asked him to join us as his guest. They’ve not finished negotiating. And with the competition tomorrow….” The rest fell on deaf ears. That man was Gerchek? He was the horrible tyrant that sent chills through the people of our kingdom? And here he was sitting in the place of honor next to my father? Again, I felt weak. I had always imagined him to be a great brute. Hideous, hairy, greasy. A monstrous savage who had no manners or couth. This man had grace. There was something cruel about him. But he moved with ease. I thought back to our first encounter. Graceful was the only word for it. He carried himself with the distinct air of someone of noble birth. That was certain. But there was more. He moved as if his entire body had no weight. As if it required no effort for him to lift a glass of mead or a horse. And those eyes! He knew something. Something about me. Was he going to kidnap me? He smiled at me. It wasn’t a wicked smile. It was quite pleasant. Had he been someone who didn’t scare the life out of me, it would have been nothing. But this smile wreaked of subtext. He knew something. He was planning something. I had another flash. This time I was pressed against the wall. My hands pinned above me with one of his strong arms. The other cupped my large breast as he sucked and nibbled at it. The servant (who was still rambling on about Gerchek) caught me as I fainted. I awoke in an antechamber somewhere off the Great Hall. Father was there, holding my hand with a look of worry on his face. “Daughter? My dear child!” “I’m fine Father.” “You must rest. Return to your chambers and rest. I’ll send my doctors.” Father worried so. His only child and he loved me more than he could bear at his late age. “No, really. I’m quite fine. Tomorrow’s events have weighed heavily on me. I simply forgot to eat today. Come, Father. Let us have food and wine and celebrate my future husband.” We made our way back to the Great Hall and a distinct hush fell across the room. Father and a servant supported me until I was in my seat next to our King, beside my rat of a step-brother. All eyes were on the delicate Princess. I had to get them to stop staring at me. “To our King! To our Kingdom! To our welcomed guests!” I toasted. To resounding cheers. I looked at Gerchek. “And, to visitors from other lands.” I finished, giving him a telling look. I wanted him to know I didn’t trust him. Father reached for his food. Gerchek looked at his plate then back at me. The look had been so quick I could not be sure it even happened. “Father!” I screamed, in panic. Realizing I was attracting attention again, I lowered my voice. “Father, that food is cold, I’m sure.” “A new plate for the King and one for myself.” I called to no servant in particular. Was I losing my mind? Did Gerchek have the audacity to poison my father before all these people? To poison him in his own castle on his own land? Perhaps I had imagined what I saw. There was no doubt in my mind that I did not trust Gerchek. Our food was brought to us. We dined. We listened to the music. We talked of my childhood. Father commented how beautiful I had become. That my mother would be proud. That as long as I was with him, he had her by his side. I tried to push away all the reservations I had. Tried to focus on my father and his joyful eyes. His loving words. But too many things were happening around me. Gerchek was staring at me. Not once, throughout the entire evening had he pried his eyes away from me. And Douglas, the little weasel, was resting his hand on my knee subtly moving it up my thigh. He leaned in several times pretending to comment into my ear while he nibbled at my earlobe. I was overwhelmed. So many things were happening. Where was my Leopold? He grounded me. When I was with him, my thoughts were with him. Now they were on Douglas’ advances and Gerchek’s stares. From time to time I would get more flashes from Gerchek. They became more and more inappropriate. His hand between my legs as he bit my neck. My juices flowing freely as he drove his fingers inside me. All the while Douglas’ hands came closer and closer to my sex. It was slow torture. “The competitors!” Roared one of the servants. I came back to my senses. My eyes turned toward the door. Leopold would be among them! I just needed to see his face and all would be well. The doors burst open and 20 or more men marched in. Each of them strong, some of them handsome. All noblemen of Elyrian birth were eligible but I never imagined there would be so many willing to compete. Suddenly, I wondered how many of them were interested in me and how many simply wanted the crown. What about my Leopold? Was he just after the royal title? No. That simply wasn’t possible. I found Leopold and smiled at him. Douglas’ hand disappeared. Gerchek’s stares ceased to bother me. Leopold was my world now. The servant who had been announcing continued giving the names, ranks, and eligibility of each young man. “And a new competitor!” Announced the servant. I was suddenly nervous. I knew all these men. And while they were all able competitors I had few doubts they would be able to beat my Leopold. But who else could be competing? “Gerchek of Trusca” he finished. “NO!” I shouted, rising from my seat. “He can’t compete. He’s not Elyrian. He’s Truscan! The hand of the Princess can only go to an Elyrian male of noble birth!” I was dizzy. I was panicked. This couldn’t be happening. “Tradition is tradition!” I slammed my fist down on the table. The room was spinning. Where was Leopold? I just needed to look into his eyes. I found his eyes and calmed myself. I was breathing deeply in my rage and confusion. I could feel Douglas’ eyes on my heaving breasts. This room was stifling. Why was it so hot? Why was everyone looking at me as if I was crazy? “He is an Elyrian nobleman.” Came my father’s voice. What did he mean? Who was he talking about? Gerchek was Truscan. I looked at my father. I could see from his eyes he wasn’t lying. He wasn’t confused. I was confused. “Gerchek was born of Duke and Lady Lamlock. Of Rothfordshire, Elyria. He only became ruler of Trusca when he killed their leader on a diplomatic visit representing Elyria. Such is their custom. The successor is whomever takes the life of their King…. Again, I could not hear him. He was confused. He had to be confused. How dare this man attempt to win my hand! I loathed him. To the core of my soul I hated him. And now he was competing for my hand?! I looked to Gerchek. His reptilian smile leered back at me. He stood and approached me. Another flash of him pressing against me. My body going weak at his touch as he reached inside me and my body betrayed itself. I was suddenly so hot! The dress was too tight. Too thick! I needed to get air! Why was there no air?! He leaned in and my skin began to crawl. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his. “I don’t need to conquer your pathetic kingdom if I can simply marry you and take the throne. All this unpleasant nonsense about war will cease. And I will be ruler of the largest kingdom from here to the stars!” He leaned closer still and kissed my cheek. I passed out. I awoke, once again, to my father’s worried expression. “I’m fine. It was merely the heat in the room and the wine must have gotten to me. Really, Father. I’m quite alright.” “That’s it! You must rest, child.” His kind eyes made me forget all my worries. “No.” Was my reply. “As I said, tradition is tradition. I must dance with each of the competitors. It’s tradition. I’m alright. I was just surprised by Gerchek’s announcement. I’ll be fine.” I knew he didn’t believe me but he knew I was right. It was part of the ceremony. We returned to the Great Hall and the music started. I was fine as long as I didn’t look at Gerchek. And Douglas had no right to dance with me because he was not competing. All was well. I danced with a few of the noblemen so it appeared I wasn’t choosing a favorite. Then I danced with my Leopold. He held me as we twirled. His look of worry was only second to my father’s. I assured him I was alright but that something was happening. I begged him to forget my troubles and concentrate on the competition. He smiled and told me not to worry about things as trivial as our future. That, he said, was set in stone. Hearing his assurances, I was calmed and my mind came back to the festivities. I danced and drank and smiled and laughed. Many of the suitors were friendly, handsome men. Any of them would have been fine husbands and kings but none of them were my Leopold. I was dancing with a knight from Loxland and had almost forgotten my worries when the song ended and Gerchek stepped before me. I looked immediately at those dark eyes. They were framed in thick, shocking dark brows and long lashes. To say they were blue would be a lie. But green was wrong as well. They seemed to change color. Undulating between the two. Don’t look at his eyes, I told myself. It was too late. I was on a lavish bed. Decadent, blood red, sheets and quilts piled high around me. I was sunk so far into them I had fear of suffocation. Around me was a dark room. Panels of mahogany surrounded the bed. The dark panels flickered in the firelight coming from a roaring fireplace. Above me was a mirrored ceiling. And Gerchek was atop me. His body pressed down upon me. My hips rose to meet him. I undulated against his thrusts, eager to fill myself with him. I looked at my reflection in the ceiling. I stared back at myself as lust crossed my face. I saw my arms wrap around Gerchek’s muscled back, clawing at his skin. LEOPOLD! I shouted in my mind. And I was back. Back in the Great Hall. Back among the crowd. Before me stood Gerchek. His knowing smile eating away at me. His arms still wrapped around me as we twirled around the floor. I tried to stop. To pry him away from me. He held tight. The song was beginning to end. I couldn’t wait for this to be over. He leaned into me and whispered into my ear, “Now, you may be a Virgin Princess. But soon you will be my Whore Queen! The things you see are just the beginning. Just a taste of the things I will do to you. You will beg for me to fill you with my seed. And before the month is out, you will long for the taste of my cock.” I could take no more. I slapped the bastard across the face and swept from the room. Tears flooded my face. What if he won. What if Leopold wasn’t the best competitor? A firm hand grabbed my arm. I turned, ready to strike again. Another hand grabbed my swinging arm. “It’s me.” I looked into the eyes of my beloved. My knees gave out and I sank to the floor. Leopold, in all his glory, carried me to my chambers and sat me in my bed. “Let’s run away. Let’s go. Right now. Let’s leave this place and never come back.” “Where is this coming from, my love?” “Gerchek. He’s a terrible man. I cannot marry him. I will not marry him.” Leopold’s face sank. His shoulders sagged. His body seemed to cave into itself. “You have no faith in me. You don’t believe I can win tomorrow.” I was near tears at this point. I couldn’t face what would happen if I was wed to Gerchek. “No, my love. I fear for you to compete. He has plans. I don’t know what they are but he is quite certain he will win. Quite certain he will have my hand and my kingdom. I fear he may hurt you or kill you, if it comes to that, to win the competition. He is a terrible man. Terrible.” My handmaiden entered and startled me. “You shouldn’t be in here. What will be said if it’s known I had a man in my chambers before I was wed.” “But….” I cut him off. “Go. Please. You need your rest for tomorrow. And I need my rest as well. I still have faith in us. Still have faith in you. Still have faith in our love. But it has been a trying night and I need my strength for whatever joy or sorrow awaits me tomorrow.” I kissed him on the cheek and nodded to my servant to show him the door. When she returned I sent her to dispatch two guards to my door. And informed her that no one was to enter before my waking hour in the morning. With that, she left me to my thoughts. Once I finally managed to fall asleep it was, to put it mildly, a rough night. Visions flooded my head. Leopold and I were in our wedding bed. Soft white sheets surrounded us. The walls were draped in a white gauzy fabric and white roses were placed everywhere. Candles burned on every surface available. His lips kissed softly across my bare body. His hands tenderly massaged my body. Then his mouth moved down to my waiting flower. He slid his tongue down my slit. Circling my delicate nub before plunging his tongue into me. I came at once. Flooding his mouth with my impatient juices. My love and lust for him took over and I wrapped my legs around his head, forcing him deeper and deeper into my eager cleft. He delicately removed my legs and moved back up my body. He pulled me up to him and kissed me passionately. My juices tasted so good in his mouth. I sank into him. We stayed like that for quite some time. Our bodies pressed against each other. Finally, he placed himself inside me. Careful to be slow and gentle. My wet, sweet opening took him with resistance at first. Then, as my juices ran down his long, thick shaft, he was welcomed inside. He drove into me softly, gently, lovingly. I met his hips with mine in an effort to drive him deeper. As an orgasm neared I threw my head back. I stared at the canopy above. Leopold’s thrusting was steady and deep. He leaned into me and began kissing and sucking on my pert nipples. I was in heaven. A piece of the canopy slid from my view. Soft fabric floated across my face as my Leopold blindfolded me. He was still gently penetrating me but as the blindfold tightened, his thrusts became more violent. It felt fantastic! He drove into me with raw lust. Deeper and deeper he went, impaling me with his cock. The sucking on my nipples turned to tender nibbles. I came to orgasm and bucked against his eager mouth and massive cock. He reached down and turned me over. I readily did as his strong arms demanded. This was naughty! I had read most of the erotic stories hidden beneath a stone in front of my fireplace. Women of virtue never used positions other than on their backs with the man on top. But I was eager to explore with my Leopold and, honestly, I loved the suggestion that different positions provided different types of pleasure. He rolled me onto my stomach and with one graceful motion pulled my rear into the air so my knees were beneath me. With no warning, he drove into me with one deep thrust. It hurt! And I told him as much but his lust had taken him over. He drove into me so forcefully I was being scooted up the bed. Again and again he rammed his huge cock into me. I reached back to touch him. To remind him who I was. To push him off of me. My hand was slapped away. “Leopold! Leopold, you’re hurting me.” “You’ll learn to like it.” He growled back. His voice was different. Was he so wrapped up he didn’t realize how cruel he sounded? Suddenly he reached around me and began to rub my small pink bud. It felt fantastic! It distracted me from the pain I was feeling. The worry on my mind melted away and the calm of pleasure replaced it. I tried to push my pelvis into his hand. Press his fingers harder against my sex. I was met with the pleasure of his cock shifting inside me. Suddenly, I had no concern about his fingers. I wanted to twist and turn that cock inside myself. I began arching and sinking my back in rhythm with his thrusts while greedily thrusting back to meet his member. Another orgasm racked my body. I shuddered against his pelvis trying desperately to hold him inside me as my juices slicked his rod. “Taste yourself.” Came his growl again. I gathered myself and turned, mouth open. What was happening to me? This was not the behavior of a princess. He rubbed his thick cock on my lips and I eagerly opened my mouth remembering how I tasted on his mouth. This was even better. My wetness coated his entire shaft and head. I licked greedily at him, eager to get all I could. He began to move his hips to meet my lips and soon, somehow, I had his entire member in my mouth and down my throat. I could feel my, now cold, juice dripping off his balls onto my chin. I slid him out of my mouth and began to lick his balls. It tasted so good. And the soft skin of his cock and balls was heaven in my mouth. Again I took his entirety into my mouth. Sucking greedily. If I tasted this good, I wanted to see what he tasted like. I remembered from my stories that men could get pleasure from this and I tried desperately to get him to cum in my mouth. I sucked and twisted and twirled my tongue. I tilted my head from side to side as I moved up and down his shaft. I backed off and sucked at his tip trying to draw the fluids from him before plunging him back into my throat. Finally, he burst into my mouth. Hot, thick fluid jetted into my mouth. The shock caused me to pull away. I rolled it across my tongue and enjoyed the taste. There must be more, I thought. I reached for his member and took it back into my mouth. Ropes of cum were on the tip and dripping down the sides of his shaft. I licked and sucked until there was nothing left. “Did you enjoy that, Princess?” Came his lustful voice again. “Mmmm. Yes!” I sighed as I looked up at him from behind my blindfold. “I told you I would make you my whore!” Shock flooded me. It couldn’t be! This was my Leopold! I ripped the blindfold from my eyes to see the deviant smirk of Gerchek. His eyes burning into me. His satisfied look disgusting me. Then I awoke. My hand was between my legs. My fingers deep in my womb. My sweet nectar soaking the sheets beneath me. I pulled my hand away, disgusted with myself. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t fingered myself before. But never, NEVER to a fantasy about such a terrible man! My heart was pounding. I tried desperately to shake the feeling of rage and fear (and lust) from my mind. I was…. What’s that word? I wanted sex. I was horny! I wanted a thick cock inside me. No matter. I would be married soon. I would have Leopold to satisfy me. I decided to go for a walk. There was no sleeping now. Even if I was tired, the fear of another dream of Gerchek was enough to wipe the thought from my mind. I opened the door of my sleeping chamber to find the two guards I had requested. They nodded their respects and I swept down the hall. It was not beyond my notice that they seemed distracted. Perhaps I had been moaning in my sleep. At the end of the hall, I reached the east window. The thread of light on the horizon told me dawn would arrive soon. An hour or two at most and it would be time to ready myself for the competition. No problem. I could remain awake until then. I wandered the halls trying to think of something to do to distract myself from that dream. From how horny I was. I was lost in my thoughts when a hand grabbed my arm and dragged me into a dark room. I was pressed against the door as it shut behind me. He said nothing. Just pressed himself against me. I struggled against him. I pushed and twisted against him. “Get off of me! I am your princess! You will remove yourself at once! You will identify yourself! Guards! Guar-” A hand clapped over my mouth. I reached up to remove it but he was too strong. I brought my other hand, which had been trying to push him away, up as well. This is what he wanted. He grabbed them both, spun me around, and quickly tied them with some type of rope. I began to scream again. A piece of fabric was cinched around my head. My cries were muffled. I could barely hear myself as blood rushed in my ears. Was I being kidnapped? Was I being raped? What was happening? He spun me back around and latched onto my breasts. That’s what the guards were distracted by! In my rush to leave my room I had marched out in merely my dressing gown. I hadn’t even tied it shut. He bit and groped at my bare chest. His hands slid down my barely covered body. How embarrassing! I was still wet from my dream. He would have no trouble sliding into me. I began to twist and thrust trying to somehow shake him off of me. I couldn’t let anyone find out I had pleasured myself. What would my father say! His hand reached my dripping pussy. I was still contorting myself, trying desperately to buck him off me. It was too late. His hand rested against my soaking cleft and the bucking was stimulating my bud. He stroked his hand against my movements and I became aroused. This could not be happening I told myself. Things like this don’t happen to princesses! I looked to the only window in the room. The light was more pronounced now. Just a little longer and I would know my attacker’s identity. His skilled fingers moved away from my small, virgin hole and began to pinch my nub. He rolled my button between his fingers. I tried to jerk away but only succeeded in hurting myself. His grip was too tight! I stopped moving. I tried to escape what was happening to me. Tried to get back to my Leopold. That merely served to remind me of the dream. And that only made me hornier. His hand left my delicate bud and moved back to my cleft. He rubbed his fingers up and down my drenched slit. Against my own notions of decency I began to rock against him. His hand was so skilled. I moaned softly into my gag. I tried to subtly sink onto his fingers. Lowering myself to meet his hand. He simply pulled it farther away. Suddenly, with no warning at all, he sank to his knees and began to suck at my sex. I pushed myself forward to meet his mouth. I couldn’t control my body. It wanted him. I wanted to be fucked. He began to nibble at my throbbing sex button. Suddenly, a sharp rush of heat overwhelmed me as he sank his teeth in. I moaned again and sank to the floor in a fit of ecstasy. He untied me and fled from the room before I even realized what was happening. I tried to run after him but my legs were weak and clumsy. My entire body was limp and useless. Never before had I had an orgasm like that. There was nothing I could do to myself to bring that kind of pleasure. I waited. I gathered myself. I walked to the door. No sign of my attacker. I made my way back to my room. Careful to tie up my gown before I went. The guards at my door nodded again and I entered my chambers. I needed Leopold. But I couldn’t distract him. He had to compete in a few hours and he would need to focus. My thoughts drifted back to my dream and my rendezvous. Would Leopold be able to pleasure me as well? What was I saying? I loved him. Our love would bring us the intimate pleasure we needed. |
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