Lucky Bunny

by Eva Luxe

  Chapter 17 – Gregory

  I spread my princess out on the bed so I can have a perfect view of her pulsating engorged clit and quivering pussy. I kiss my way down her beautiful body. Her ample bosom, her cute little tummy, and her delicious pussy.

  As I begin sucking on it she moans, coming again already for me.

  “Oh my God Gregory you make me come so much I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.”

  What I didn’t even know was possible was to feel so emotionally close to someone while having sex with them, I think. but I just don’t know how to tell her that yet. I don’t want to creep her out.

  I don’t know what’s come over me but she was right about what she said in her wedding vows. It’s like some kind of magic spell.

  I suck her clit, with her juices running out into my mouth. She squirms, holding on to my hair, making me lick her faster, stronger until she’s shaking underneath me and all she can say is “Oh God oh God oh God.”

  I put on a new condom and slip back inside her. It feels so good and warm here that I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.

  In the missionary position, I feel super close to her. I look down and run my hands through her messy hair, still wet from the Jacuzzi water. I smell her fresh outdoor scent from when I just banged her out on the balcony.

  She wraps her bare feet around me now and I love that they’re different sizes. I love everything about her and even her imperfections are perfect. I let myself surrender, growing fully hard and erect again, pumping in and out, feeling myself dangerously on the verge of coming.

  I move my mouth down to suck on her nipples again, hoping I can give her a couple more orgasms before I let myself go. But as I feel her pussy tightening an shaking as she comes, I know I need to join her.

  I have no choice but to let loose at the same time she does, grunting under my breath, saying, “Oh my God Ella, this feels amazing.”

  “This was perfect,” she says. “I love it.”

  “I love you,” I say, as I finish the orgasm.

  Holy fuck, I think. What did I just say? But I’d feel like an ass taking it back and I don’t even really want to take it back because it’s the most true thing I’ve ever said in my entire life.

  “I love you too,” she says, holding onto me and hugging me tight. “It doesn’t even make sense but I do.”

  “I know,” I tell her. “But it also does make sense. I feel like were meant for each other. You could help me with my…”

  “Father passing soon?” she asks, seeming to know that I don’t want to say it out loud.

  “Yeah,” I say. “That probably sounds bad. I didn’t mean for it to sound like because you’ve been through so many bad things I was going to use you to…”

  “No, it’s fine,” she says. “I know what you mean, my love. My prince.”

  She wraps her legs around me as we collapse together on the bed, both out of breath some still. I know we’re each thinking, how can this work out? Or at least I know I am and it seems as if she is as well.

  Finally, I decide to take the plunge.

  “You know,” I tell her. “I told you about the plan of getting a more permanent fake bride to play the role in Ambrosia. But can’t you just play that role?”

  She half smiles. I’m afraid she’s thinking what if we don’t work out? The whole kingdom will definitely know then and divorce is not acceptable in the royal family. It could certainly be a hitch to this plan.

  But instead she says, “Gregory, I would really love to, seriously. I have a pretty shitty life here other than my friends and my aunt and I would love to escape it and I would love to go with you. But I have to worry about my dad’s business. I have to be able to buy my stepmother out so she doesn’t ruin it for him.”

  “Well,” I say, “I think I have a solution for that.”

  She gazes up at me hopefully. “You and your solutions.”

  “My family would pay a pretty penny to anyone willing to play pretend Princess,” I tell her. “If we don’t do this my mom is going to find out that I didn’t really marry Meredith and she’ll be grateful that I saved the day on the day of the wedding but she’s gonna want me to save the entire rest of my life somehow to, no matter how much it costs. Therefore, money isn’t really a concern if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “It feels so… yuck,” she says, “to think that you’re buying me like a mail-order bride or something.”

  “Well it’s just a practical solution so that you’re able to keep your dad’s business and get away from your wicked stepmother,” I tell her. “But excuse me for trying to wave my magic wand and make everything better.”

  “I see your point,” she says, smiling. “And I could hire employees to run it while I oversee it from afar because it is not really my thing anyway.”

  “You’d rather write fairytales while you live one yourself,” I say and she looks up at me and says, “How do you know that?”

  “I don’t know. I just feel like it’s magic. Like I’ve known you in some other life or something, as if I know everything about you.”

  She lifts her head up and kisses my cheek.

  “Do you really think it could work?” she says.

  “Not without one more thing,” I tell her.

  “What’s that?” she says. “Since you have everything all figured out you seem to be the prince of planning.”

  “Yeah, well I need to do this still.”

  I get down on my knees and take her hand in mine.

  “Pretend Princess Ella Carrington, will you be my real girlfriend?” I ask her.

  “I sure will,” she says, jumping down into my arms so that I can kiss her, which makes me hard all over again. “That’s a good thing to have planned out. That asking me to be your girlfriend thing.”

  It’s also a good thing this is our wedding night and that she doesn’t have to rush off this time. Because I want to continue fucking her all night long. And I have a feeling that the desire is mutual.

  Epilogue

  Ella

  It’s Monday— my day to get the fuck out of Dodge. Or Denver. Same difference.

  I storm into my house— make that my old house— and my stepmother and stepsisters come running out to see me.

  “Young lady what have you been up to?” my stepmother asks although I’m pretty sure she has a good idea.

  Just to rub it in I look at Sheila and say, “I think you mean to ask me more like what or who have I been underneath, don’t you?”

  “Oh shut up, you bitch,” Sheila says. “I stole your boyfriend.”

  “Well, I stole your price,” I tell her.

  She comes up to me as if she’s going to hit me but she’s hobbling because her feet hurt from trying on the shoes. I want to laugh but I kind of feel sorry for both of them.

  And I also remember my promise to my dad. The pumpkin necklace he gave me is back around my neck in a nicer chain that Gregory took me shopping for earlier, before we met with my dad’s lawyer.

  Speaking of which, I place a document into my stepmother’s hands.

  “Here you go,” I tell her.

  “What is it?” she says.

  “I bought you out of the business. I know you don’t really want to have to run it anyway. So I’ll be taking care of it from Ambrosia,” I tell her.

  “Where the fuck is Ambrosia?” Gloria asks, like the idiot she always is.

  “It’s on the Baltic Sea,” I tell her, “and I’m going to have sex on the Baltic Beach.”

  “Since when did you become such a slut?” Sheila asks me. “You’ve always been such a prude.”

  “Look who’s talking,” I shoot back. “Oh, and the answer to your question is that meeting Prince charming can certainly transform a girl.”

  I’m proud of my saucy retort, even though the real answer is that I was never a prude in my mind, in my fantasies. My dirty, filthy romance books that Paul loved to hate on are full of tons of sex. My favorite part is the steam
y bonus story at the very end, which is icing on top of all the other yummy layers of the very delicious cake.

  Now, I still have all those same thoughts but I also have someone to act them out with in real life. My Prince Charming and I get to have our own happy ever after at the end of our book, and our own steamy bonus story after that.

  “What’s going to happen to me now?” my stepmother asks, her lips trembling. Apparently, her fate isn’t going to be as good as mine is. She’ll probably be in a book about evil characters from famous fairy tales, or something. “Am I just going to be destitute?”

  “Oh please,” I tell her. “There’s plenty of money there to live off for a while until you have to get a real job.

  “Why, I have no idea what I’ll do,” she says, running her hand through her hair. “It’s not like Ted has money…”

  Uh huh. I knew it. She does have a boyfriend already. Oh well, it’s not my business; I’m leaving.

  And I can’t help but take pity on her. I realize she married my dad for money and she’s a complete bitch to me but I just don’t have it within me to return the nastiness. I’m completely happy for the very first time in my life since both my mother and father were alive.

  “Don’t worry,” I tell her, as I go upstairs to pack my bags. “I’m sure there are some spreadsheets you can fill out and some invoices you can send. And all of that. You can have my former job doing office work in the dungeon.”

  She frowns but actually looks like she’s considering it. I suppose she’s so mean because she’s angry and scared, and doesn’t know what to do with herself. But none of those things are my problem. I’m finally learning to take control of my own life.

  I quickly throw a few things into a suitcase, enough to get me to Ambrosia where Gregory says my every need will be taken care of. I don’t want to take much from my old life. I have everything I need except three people I’m going to see right now, and who can always come visit me anytime they want, in my new faraway kingdom.

  *

  A few hours later Aunt Ashley, Sharon, Nikki and Gregory and I are getting really dirty. By that I mean that our hands are covered in food grease and we’re up to our elbows in shucked corn.

  “It’s really nice of you to let me see what you do on Saturdays,” Gregory tells me and I can’t help but laugh at the fact that he remembered the day that I’m usually here even though it’s Monday today, and Paul couldn’t remember after nearly a year of us being together.

  “Yeah well I appreciate you helping me carry out my mother’s purpose and now helping me honor my father’s memory as well,” I say.

  “There’s nothing I like better than cooking,” Nikki interjects and I laugh because I know she’s being facetious. She hates to cook. But she loves me and does what I want. “But seriously I’m really glad I got to see you before you were whisked away to some far away land in your new life as a princess,” she says.

  “Me too,” Nikki says, and comes over to kiss me on my cheek.

  Aunt Ashley comes up to me and gives me a hug, our aprons bumping into each other in the process.

  “I’m really gonna miss you, kiddo,” she says. “But I’m so proud of you.”

  “This is all thanks to my fairy godmother,” I tell her. “And you know you can come visit me anytime.”

  Soon it’s time for the residents to be served so we stand in line to feed them dinner.

  “We’re sure going to miss you,” say so many of the different staff, residence and co-volunteers. “We’ll make sure to send you more stories of your mother as we think of them,” they say.

  I can’t believe I’m really leaving.

  But once we’re done volunteering, and my Prince intertwines his dirty fingers with mine to lead me to where our chariot— or his servant driving a limo— awaits outside to take us to our new life, I’m beginning to think that ours is really a fairy tale story and that it really does have a happy ever after.

  Extended Epilogue

  Ella

  The sun is rising as our plane lands in Ambrosia after an overnight flight and it’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. I’m tired, but it’s the hazy kind of tired that puts me into a dream-like state and makes me feel like I’m viewing everything through a lens of happiness.

  “I’m so glad you could come here with me,” Gregory says, kissing my head.

  “So now that we’re fake married, that’s all I get?” I tease him, lifting my lips up to him for a better kiss. “Fake wifey just gets a peck on the head? I’ve been downgraded, kiss-wise?”

  “All right, all right,” he says, meeting my lips for one of those full, passionate kisses I love so much. “Geez, you drive a hard bargain.”

  “I want breakfast in bed, sex on the Baltic Beach, and long, deep kisses from my Prince,” I demand.

  “I think those are all requests I can fulfill,” he says, with a laugh. “I guess you’re not that hard to please after all.”

  “You two calm down back there,” his mom calls from the seat in front of us. “You’ll make everyone else jealous.”

  Some strangers sitting next to her turn around and smile at us, and she brags to them, “This is my son, I’m sure you know him, Prince Gregory, and his new wife, Princess Ella. Yep, they’re newlyweds.”

  Leave it to Queen Calinda Carringly to make a big spectacle out of everything, I think. But it’s cute that she’s so proud of us. She took the news of the switcharoo quite well, considering. In fact, she seemed relieved that Gregory hadn’t married Meredith.

  And she seems to have taken a quick liking to me. I guess you could say she approves of our marriage, even though she knows it’s a fake marriage, and she’s rooting for it to become real. I secretly— or maybe not so secretly— am too.

  “Awww, how sweet,” says one of the ladies, in response to my new “mother in laws” bragging.

  “Is that your name?” asks the other one, extending a hand to me over the seat in between us. “It’s nice to meet you. I could have sworn the papers said something else…”

  “In the United States she goes by Meredith, as it’s common to go by your middle name there. But here in Ambrosia she’ll go by Ella since that’s her first name,” Calinda quickly says.

  She’s been prepared with this explanation since Gregory and I talked to her and told her the truth. It’s not much of an “explanation” but it’s the best she could come up with. She thinks it’s better to get out in front of the questions and tell everyone my name up front, rather than the other alternatives we discussed, which were to just wait and see if they remembered Meredith’s name, or even to say I’m Meredith for a while and then say I’ve decided to by Ella because Meredith is harder for the locals to say.

  Gregory had said there’s no way he’s letting anyone call me by that wretched name; they’ll call me by my real name. I was glad he’d said that, and I agreed with him, as I certainly wouldn’t want anyone calling him Paul!

  “I see,” says the lady, with a slightly confused shrug.

  She must not care that much, because she’s quickly onto the next topic of interest.

  “So, I heard you had what Americans call a ‘shindig’ to celebrate your ceremonial marriage in Denver.”

  “Yes,” I tell her, even though no American I know regularly calls anything a “shindig.”

  “And when do you plan to have a real, royal wedding here at the Palace?” she asks, boldly.

  I look at Gregory and give an awkward laugh.

  “I don’t know, honey… when do you think?”

  He smiles and says, “As soon as we recover from that big shindig we had out there, ya’ll. Yee haw!”

  The lady gives a frozen smile, clearly not likely the vague answer, and turns back around in her seat after saying “Well, it’s certainly nice to meet you… Ella.”

  I bury my face in Gregory’s chest, trying not to laugh out loud.

  “You really picked up some American English while you were in Denver,” I tell him. �
��I’m impressed.”

  He shrugs, and whispers, “Whatever it takes to get rid of the lookey-loos.”

  He squeezes my hand and adds, “I like her idea about the real royal wedding, though. We’ll have to look into that.”

  I smile as I snuggle against his strong chest, my face buried into his warm neck.

  I have a feeling I’m going to love living here in Ambrosia. Or anywhere with him.

  ***

  When we arrive at the Royal Palace, I’m stunned by its beauty and splendor. There are crystal staircases, marble floors and stain glassed windows. I can’t believe this is going to be our new home. Everything in my life has changed so much, for the better.

  “I have someone I’d like to introduce you to,” Gregory says, taking my hand and leading me to a bedroom off one of the long hallways.

  “Oh yes,” I tell him, squeezing his hand. “I’m excited to meet your dad.”

  He cautiously opens the door and his dad, who looked as if he was sleeping at first, wakes up quietly, one eye blinking at us.

  “Hey Dad, how are you doing?” Gregory asks, as he approaches him and hands him a glass of water from the bedside table.

  “I’m doing a bit better, these days,” he says, but then he begins hacking and wheezing.

  My heart hurts for the man, and for Gregory. If this is what doing “better” looks like then I would hate to see “worse.” I found the shock of both of my parents’ deaths to be hard, but now I realize I can’t imagine what it would be like to watch them slowly suffer.

  “Dad, I wanted to introduce you to Princess Ella,” Gregory says, motioning for me to step forward.

  I approach the King and hold out my hand.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Royal Highness,” I say, realizing for the first time I don’t really know what to say when meeting royalty.

  His dad can barely raise his hand to meet mine, let alone shake it, but he smiles and looks up at Gregory.

  “You did a great job, Son.”

  Then to me, he says, “Very pleased to be able to meet you.”