My body was quivering and his legs were shaking, teasing my swollen clit and I giggled. Slowly he set me on my feet before he pulled his still swollen cock out of me. We smiled at each other and laughed quietly, staring at each other through our masks. He took my chin with his hand and tilted my face up to press a gentle kiss to my lips that belied the rough nature of his lovemaking.
“Let me see your face,” he whispered. I started to reach for the ribbon holding my mask in place when I heard the toll of the clock tower. I gasped and pulled away from him to gather my dress as quickly as I could.
“I am sorry my prince,” I said as I ducked under his arm and hurried into the hall, pulling my dress on awkwardly.
“Wait, where are you going?” he asked, confusion plain on his face even through the mask. I took a moment to enjoy the last view of his naked body before I turned and ran, holding my loose dress to my body. I could already feel the soft satin changing to rough cotton. I heard the prince calling out after me but I didn’t look back.
The next morning the kingdom was buzzing with the news of the mysterious girl that had stolen the prince away for the night. No one knew who she was or where she had come from. The palace guards had tried to follow her but had lost her. Since I was on foot I had been able to hide in the forest as my beautiful dress and soft slippers shimmered and faded into the drab grey dress and painful wooden shoes my step-sisters made me wear. After the sound of the horses faded away I crept out of my hiding place and walked back home.
Moira and Mayra were so angry at the phantom girl they insisted on my father taking them into town for new, more elaborate costumes for the second night of the festival. It pained me to watch my bewitched father ride off with them, but I reassured myself that tonight I would secure the prince’s proposal and soon I could see the royal wizard and free both my parents. These thoughts soothed me as I spent yet another afternoon sifting through the ashes of the hearth picking out the grains of rice Moira had thrown therein. Today the ashes under my nails just didn’t bother me as much.
When night came and the twins were dressed, in what I can only describe as green and blue bird costumes, with feathers sprouting in every direction from their bodies and heads, they left with my father and step-mother. I washed quickly and did my hair in a simple twist and applied more of Moira’s makeup before I rushed out to the hazel tree. I wished to see the prince and again a glorious, sparkling dress floated down from the tree.
I had kept the striking lacy mask from the night before and once I was dressed, my feet in the soft, silvery slippers I realized tonight’s dress was more silver than gold. It looked as though the very stars from the sky had been stolen and sewn into the gown. The skirt was higher in the front than in the back, exposing my legs up to my thighs. I felt an embarrassed flush of heat color my cheeks but when I remembered the tryst with the prince the night before I pushed the emotions away.
The bodice clung to my body with ties running up the sides, laced with black ribbons that trailed down the flowing line of the skirt. I felt my throat tighten as tears sprung to my eyes. I took a breath and held them back and thanked the tree before I rushed away. I could hear the warning voice of my mother, reminding me to have the proposal by midnight or once again the spell would be broken.
There seemed to be twice as many people at the festival on the second night and everyone was whispering about the girl who had stolen the prince’s heart. From what I could gather as I made my way through the crowd, looking for him, that he had refused to dance with anyone else, waiting for this mysterious girl, waiting for me.
When I finally pushed through the crowd and made it to the ballroom I could see the prince across the way. He was head and shoulders taller than almost anyone else in the room so I could see him even with all the doting, hopeful women surrounding him. My breath caught at the sight of him. He had dressed in all silver and black, just as I had, as if we had planned it. I started towards him and the pounding in my heart slowed and I managed to catch my breath. Couples twirled around me, skimming past my skirt, the cool air teasing the bare skin of my legs but no one impeded my path until I recognized two of the women standing in front of my prince: my evil step-sisters.
I stumbled when I saw their green and blue feathers bursting in every direction, their cackling laughter cutting through the sweet sounds of the nearby orchestra. I watched as Moira lifted her hand and caressed his arm. Anger rushed through me, coloring the edges of my vision. I pushed through the crowd the rest of the way until the only people that stood in my way were those two harpies.
I stood back, my hands resting on my hips and I waited for him to see me. I didn’t have to wait long. When his dark eyes found my face he lit up with a smile that made my stomach flip. Yeah, I could marry this guy if I had that smile to wake up to every morning. He pushed past Moira and Mayra, making them stumble backwards a few feet, holding his hands out for me. I took his warm, strong hands with a smile. With a quick flick of his wrist he spun me around and caught me, my back pressed into his chest, my arms crossed over my waist.
He dipped his head forward and whispered into my ear, “I have been waiting for you all night, I thought maybe you were some sprite meant to torment me and would never return.”
“I am no sprite, Prince,” I laughed lightly. “But perhaps I was sent to torment you.” He laughed at that and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder, his lips warm and soft against my skin. I glanced up and to see my evil step-sisters glaring at me, their magic snapping at their fingertips, just itching to strike out at me, but they wouldn’t dare in front of the prince. I gave them a small nod before the prince spun me around and led me into yet another dizzying dance. The crowd cleared the floor for us so that everyone could watch our twirling display.
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to look more ravishing than you did last night, my lady,” he said, trying to keep his eyes on my face with some difficulty.
“Thank you,” I replied, tilting my chin up to look him in the face and I grinned when I saw his eye slip down the line of my bare neck. Heat filled his cheeks with an endearing flush. I felt every eye burning the back of my head stealing away my confidence.
“Is there something wrong?” the prince asked, clearly feeling the tension in my body as I glanced at the clock, seeing that I had less than an hour with the prince. If only I hadn’t had to come here on foot I would’ve had more time with him. I would just have to make the most of what little time we had.
“I just feel a little exposed,” I admitted.
“You didn’t seem to be bothered by that last night,” he flashed me a wicked grin. I laughed, tossing my head back as I arched my back, pressing my body into his.
“You have me there, your majesty.”
“I would like to have you here,” he said, gripping me a little tighter against him.
“Surely not right here,” I said, mortified to feel a blush heat my cheeks.
“I’ve offended you,” he said, moving an inch away from me as we twirled around the floor.
“No, no,” I said quickly, though I was a little glad to see that he wasn’t just interested in my body.
“Are you sure? I’m so sorry. With you I feel as though I could say anything and perhaps that was presumptuous of me. I just,” he hesitated and I watched his face, trying to see his eyes through the shadow of his mask. “I feel as though I have been waiting for you my whole life.”
“I am sure, your majesty,” I said, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. “I feel the same way. I just meant not here, in front of all these people.” I arched a brow at him and he laughed, pulling me against his body again and I could feel him already responding to my suggestion.
“I know just the place,” he said and as the song drifted to an end he led me off the dance floor, the crowd parting to let us pass. I caught a fleeting glance of my father watching us go with a curious look on his face, as though he thought he recognized me. My step-mother was on his arm, a furious look on her face
. My stomach fluttered, but the next moment we were through a door and noise of the festival fell away.
He led me through the palace at such a quick pace that I didn’t have a chance to enjoy the amazing sweeping rooms, the flowers at every table and the glittering candle light. When we went through a pair of massive doors leading out to a balcony we were practically running. We came to a stop at the balustrades, laughing and trying to catch our breath.
“Oh, your majesty,” I panted, my hand to my chest as I struggled to breathe through the laughter.
“Are you out of breath, my lady?” the prince asked in a tone that had me looking over my shoulder at him just as he rushed me and took me by the waist. He lifted me up, twirling me around and startling a cry out of me before he set me down on the banister of the balcony’s edge. The back of my skirt and legs dangled but the front of the skirt was short enough to rest on the tops of my thighs, the lights from the nearby room reflected off of the jewels on my silver slippers.
“I am not so out of breath,” I replied, reaching out for his hand and pulling him close to me. I moved my legs so that he could stand between them, feeling a little reckless, but I knew we were losing time. I grabbed the lapel of his coat and pulled him down to my face and kissed him, hard and fast, my tongue slipping into his mouth, caressing his. His hands fell to my waist, curling his fingers into the mounds of my hips. I inched forward until I could press my body into his hips, feeling the bulge pressing into me, only the fabric of his pants between us.
He growled against my mouth. I reached up and twined my fingers into his rick, thick hair, pulling, desperate to get closer to him. His grip on my hips was becoming painful, but I welcomed the sharp cut of his nails. I dropped one hand to his wrist and pulled his hand away from my waist, guiding it between us, between my thighs. I felt his fingers skim my wet, silky folds and he started, surprised by my forwardness, but I didn’t let that stop me. I felt his arm relax and I let go of his wrist, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He pressed two fingers inside of me, his thumb gently massaging the swollen bud of my clit and I moaned into his mouth, wriggling my hips just a little closer, opening to him. His fingers moved in and out of me, working me up into a frenzy and then I felt him slip a third finger inside of me, making me break our kiss as I cried out. I grabbed the banister for balance as I arched my back, letting my head drop back.
I felt his breath on my neck before his lips latched onto the throbbing muscle curving down to my shoulder. I started to rock my hips in time with his pumping fingers, rubbing myself against his thumb, feeling my walls contracting around him as the orgasm crept closer. He lifted his free hand and pulled at the ties of my bodice until it hung loose, exposing my eager breasts for him. My nipples were already hard with the cool breeze and need. He took one breast with his hand, massaging it, running his thumb over the pert nipple as he took the other in his mouth.
“Oh yes,” I moaned as his tongue teased the tip of my nipple, his teeth grazing gently before he began to suckle my breast. My pussy was so wet and swollen; he fingered me faster and faster as my cries grew louder until the orgasm ripped through me, making me buck against his hand. When the last wave of pleasure rolled through me I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me, his hand still caressing my breast and his fingers still inside of me. He teased my sensitive clit with his thumb, making me moan and he chuckled before pressing a slow kiss to my lips.
“You are so incredible,” he whispered against my lips, “I have never met a woman like you, you bring out the wild abandon in me.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, your majesty,” I said with a wicked grin. I pushed him back, whimpering as he slid his fingers out of me. I hopped off of the banister and pushed him, making him walk backwards until the backs of his knees hit a stone bench and he sat down on it. I ripped open his pants and freed his engorged cock. I braced one knee on one side of him and gripped his shoulders to leverage myself and straddle him. I lowered down until I felt the tip of his cock pressing into the wet, quivering folds of my pussy and stopped. My bodice was still loose, exposing my breasts that were now level with his face.
He mounded my breasts between his hands and ran his tongue over my nipples, moving back and forth between them as I rocked my hips up and down just over the tip of his cock, taking his head in and out of me. I felt his fingers clench at my breasts, making the milky skin run red as he tried to contain his frustration. Just as I felt the sweet tingle of pain in my breasts I slammed down on him, sheathing his cock inside of me. We cried out together, arching our backs, pressing him deeper into me.
I recovered first, curling my fingers into the fabric of his coat and began to ride his cock, moving up and down over him, my breasts bouncing with the movement. He opened his mouth, catching my nipples with the tip of his tongue as they moved in front of him. His hands slipped under my skirt and cupped my ass so that he could bounce me faster, harder, on his lap. I cried out for him, begging for more, remembering the feel of him pounding inside of me last night, finding the end of me.
He leaned back, lifting his hips so that I could grind my clit against him as I fucked him. His fingers curled into the soft skin of my thighs as his legs began to tremble under me and I felt his cock growing thicker inside of me.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Come inside me!” I begged, feeling the bench cut into my knees as I pressed harder, bounced faster, riding him until we were both screaming our pleasure to the sky and stars overhead.
The prince collapsed backwards, grabbing and pulling me down with him so that I was lying over his chest, my head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was panting, trying to catch his breath.
“I can’t believe we did that,” he finally said. I pushed away from him to sit on top of him, his cock still slightly hard inside of me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, worried I had misjudged what we had.
“It’s just all so inappropriate and crazy!” he said with a laugh. “Ladies and gentlemen don’t do these sorts of things!”
“Oh, I am sorry, your majesty,” I said, feeling a stabbing pain in my stomach. All my bravado gone, it was a little awkward climbing off of him. I was already trying to cinch up my bodice when he sat up.
“No, no!” he said quickly, reaching out for my hands to stop me. “That’s not what I meant. I meant that you make me want to be inappropriate and crazy!”
“What?” I said, shaking my head in confusion.
“I’m not using the right words,” he said, pulling me closer to him so that he could hold my waist again. He was still sitting on the bench so he had to look up at me as he spoke.
“Try again,” I urged, running my fingers through his hair.
“I think we would be so happy together if we can do this to each other,” he said but before he could finish I heard the tolling of the clock tower. I gasped, feeling the soft fabric of my dress begin to itch as the transformation already started. “What is it?” the prince asked as I turned out of his hands and started to rush for the doors.
“I am sorry, but I have to go!” the prince cried out for me but I ran, just as I did the night before. As I ran down the steps of the castle I could hear the prince calling out for his men to stop me and one nearly did, catching my arm. I stumbled and lost one of my beautiful slippers but I managed to escape him and kept running, hiding in the trees as the royal guards tried to pursue me.
As I ran up to the back door of my home I heard the raised voices of Moira and Mayra, screaming about the awful waif that stole the prince away from them. I took a moment to laugh quietly in the shadows, enjoying their anger for once.
“So, it was you,” a familiar, terrible voice drawled next to me, freezing me to the spot. My step-mother crept out of the shadows and grabbed my hair, twisting me around until I was nearly bent in half, looking up at her from the awkward angle.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I protested through gritted teeth.
“No!” I screamed as she swung the door shut. I heard a lock click into place though there never was a lock on that door before. I pounded against the door until my fists bled but to no avail. I shivered in the dank, dark cellar all night, clinging to the door in the morning for the least bit of heat. No one answered my cries, though I imagine my step-mother had bewitched the servants and father so they couldn’t hear me. She even went so far as to have them take their breakfast in the garden so that I could see them and my father, so close yet so far away.
I hated myself for crying then, feeling as though all hope was lost and my sweet prince would think I had abandoned him and would marry some other lucky girl. And all hope that I would ever free my mother with the help of the royal wizard was gone. I pressed my face to the door, peering through the tiny cracks in the boards of the door and watched my father. The blank look in his eyes made my heart ache and the mechanical smile on his face infuriated me, but no matter how hard I pounded on the door or how loudly I screamed, he just couldn’t hear me.
I was just about to slump on the floor, feeling the hunger pains cramping in my stomach, when I heard the clip-clop of horses hooves come down the drive. When I pressed my face to the door again I could just make out the royal seal and my heart leapt, had my prince figured out who I was and come to save me? But he didn’t even know my name!
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