by Hunt, Evelyn
“I sometimes come to sit here when want to be alone. Life at the palace can become very demanding, I then come here to relax and unwind,” Princess Gabriella said with a tiny smile when she saw him looking around for her chaperone. Looking up into Robert’s cobalt blue eyes, Gabriella instantly became entrapped in the blue depths of his eyes.
Entranced by the moment, they sat staring into each other’s eyes, while their heads slowly moved closer and closer together. She could no longer hide from the truth; she finally had to admit to herself that she had fallen completely and utterly in love with Robert. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind since the moment she found him washed up on the beach.
“Your father told me that you are engaged to Count Benso di Cavour,” Robert said in an uneven voice, instantaneously breaking the spellbinding moment between them. His heart raced uncontrollably, while every muscle in his body became tense with suppressed desire. He knew that he was helpless against the powerful emotions that were raging in his heart. He had to use every iota of his willpower not to take her in his arms.
“Yes, we are getting married towards the end of the year,” Gabriella said in a thin voice. Her heart burned with disappointment, Robert’s deliberate question burned like a fiery knife within her heart.
“Do you love him?” Robert asked the question that had haunted him for more than a week. He needed to know if she loved the count, because his heart was stubbornly hoping that there might still be a chance for him to win her heart.
“Why do you ask?” she asked with a tiny frown. “My engagement to Count Benso di Cavour was arranged between my father and the count years ago. We don’t love each other, and I fear we never will,” Gabriella said in a thick voice, feeling very close to tears. Her love for Robert was raging like a storm in her heart.
“Thank God,” Robert sighed with relief, feeling as though he could explode with happiness. “Gabriella, from the moment I first laid eyes on you I’ve felt this undeniable bond between us,” he said looking deep into her eyes, slowly leaning closer to her. “But when I heard that you are engaged to Count di Cavour, I had to force myself to keep my distance and try and forget you, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t ban you from my heart and mind,” Robert whispered, with their faces inches apart.
“I’ve been feeling the same way,” Gabriella admitted overjoyed, leaning closer to him and lifting her lips towards him.
Robert slowly brought his lips down upon hers, while pulling her into a tight embrace. The world faded away around them as their lips touched for the first time. Helpless against the explosion of passion and desire within their hearts, Robert and Gabriella hungrily kissed each other, while desperately holding on to each other. Their kisses became more intense and demanding as the fire in their hearts ignited into a devouring inferno of passion and ecstasy.
With trembling, impatient hands, Robert loosened the laces of Gabriella’s gown and corset. Bolts of desire shot up from his loins as the perfection of her fully rounded breast were exposed to his hungry eyes. Folding his hand over her breast, he gently massaged the firm, softness thereof, while placing his mouth over the other breast, and licking and suckling on the sweet honey of her hardened nipples. He lightly ran his tongue over the tip of her nipple, teasingly rubbing his tongue repeatedly over the sensitive tip until he could hear Gabriella’s breathing becoming fast and irregular.
Folding back the thick material from her gown and impatiently pulling down her bloomers, Robert slipped his hand in between her legs, softly touching the soft skin of her inner thigh as he ran his hand up to her cave of secrets. His penis pulsated with anticipation when the soft wetness of vagina greeted his hand.
Gabriella squirmed with pleasure as he teasingly started stroking and rubbing against her clitoris. While using his thumb to continue exciting her clitoris, he slipped his middle finger into the velvety depths of her wet vagina, and skillfully probed and penetrated the very core of her pleasure center.
Covered in lustful sweat, Gabriella moaned with pleasure as Robert expertly continued to awaken undulated desire to rush through her body. Firmly, taking his sizable penis into her hands, she massaged his long thickness.
Robert had taken her past the point of normal desire, her whole being craved to unite with him, she wanted to feel him inside her, using and abusing her. She wanted his manhood to invade her wetness with hard, animalistic thrusts. She wanted him so badly that it felt as if her vagina could explode with anticipation.
Seeing that she was ready for him, Robert softly pushed Gabriella to lie on her back, teasingly running his hardened penis up and down the slit of her vagina, before he guided it into the silky depths of her. Folding his arms in underneath her shoulders and pulling her towards him with every thrust he gave, he rhythmically moved himself in and out of her.
The thickness of his bulging cok stroked pleasurably against the inner wall of her pussy, causing Gabriella to pull in her breath with pleasure. Moving his cock in and out, in and out, Robert started building up the pace. As their bodies reacted to the primal dance of love, he began thrusting himself down harder, using more power to force his thickness to invade every inch of her hungry snatch. Insurmountable pleasure rushed through their bodies, becoming completely engulfed by ecstasy, while soaring to the heights of orgasmic bliss.
Feeling as though every cell in her body was alive with pleasure, Gabriella exploded into orgasm, sending waves of pleasure to wash through her body, leaving her out of breath and robbed of all energy. Seconds after Gabriella, Robert also climaxed, his whole body convulsed with pleasure, taking him to the upper limit of ecstasy and fulfillment.
Lying back against the soft sand, Robert and Gabriella held each other tightly. Their love for each other surrounded them like a warm blanket. They were drained and out of breath, but completely satisfied and even more in love. They were so enraptured with the intimacy of the moment, that neither saw Count Benso di Cavour walking angrily towards them.
“What is going on here?” Count Benso di Cavour shouted while he stormed towards Gabriella and Robert, where they laid naked, locked in a feverish embrace. “Take you filthy paws off my bride, you lowlife hoodlum! Defend yourself or die!” the Count shouted beside himself with anger while pulling his sword out, and immediately going on the attack.
Robert barely had enough time to jump to his feet, pull his pants up, and grab his sword from the ground. The Count attacked with vicious determination. To his surprise, Robert found that the Count was a deceptively skilled swordsman, and constantly had to block the bloodthirsty jabs coming from the count. However, being a skilled sword fighter himself, Robert had no problem defending himself against the Count, deflecting the count’s attacks with relative ease.
Tired of playing around with the Count, Robert started going on the attack. He easily broke right through the Count’s defense several times, leaving behind several deep lashes in the Count’s sword arm. The sight of his own blood had the Count roaring with anger, and attacking with mindless rage. Though, the angrier the Count became, the easier Robert managed to break through the Count’s defenses and repeatedly wounding him quite badly.
“Don’t think this is the end of it, I will find a way to make you pay,” the Count huffed out of breath, while clutching at his bloody arm. “I wonder what the King and others would say when they hear I found our sweet little princess having sex with you on the beach?” he said with an evil, maniacal smile.
“You will not breathe a word of it to anyone,” Robert said in a deadly voice, holding his sword threateningly before him.
“I will do whatever I want to. In case you haven’t noticed, you are in no position to argue,” Count Benso di Cavour said with a soft laugh, holding a pistol securely pointed at Robert’s heart.
Taken by surprise, Robert stared silently at the small pistol the Count had managed to pull from inside his jacket’s sleeve. He knew that his sword was useless against a pistol, he had no choice but to wait and see what the Count’s plan was
, though, every muscle in his body was primed and ready for action.
“What do you want from us?” princess Gabriella asked with a trembling voice, fearfully looking up at the despicable man whom she was supposed to marry.
“Well, let me see,” Count Benso di Cavour laughed victoriously. “Tell me, how much is your good name and your reputation worth to you?” he asked with a devious light in his eyes.
“Stop playing games and just tell us exactly what you want in exchange,” Robert said highly irritated, judging the distance between the count and himself, and calculating if he would be able to tackle the count before the Count could fire the pistol. He would just have to wait till the right moment, and then take the man down.
Ignoring Robert, the Count continued, “Is keeping your good name and reputation perhaps worth giving your chateau in Italy to me?”
“You want my chateau in Venice, and then you will keep quiet about everything?” Gabriella asked slowly, as if fear and anxiety had made her brain numb and incapable of working properly.
“Wait, I’m not finished,” Count Benso di Cavour said sharply. “In addition to the chateau, I also want a hundred pounds of gold every three months, for the rest of my life,” he concluded.
“You conniving bastard!” Robert yelled as he jumped through the air, tackling the pompous, greedy count.
A major struggled ensued between the two men as they rolled over the sand, trying to overpower each other. Filled with fear, Gabriella could only sit and watch, silently praying for Robert to make it out alive. She couldn’t judge who was going to be victorious, because the one moment Robert would be atop the Count, pinning him to the ground, and the next the Count would regain control and pin Robert to the ground. In another swift movement, Gabriella saw how the Count rolled out beneath Robert, with the sound of the firing pistol ringing in her ears.
“No! Dear God, please don’t let him die!” Gabriella cried out, running towards Robert’s still body, falling down in the sand next to him while crying hysterically.
“Gabriella, please just help me throw his body off me,” Robert panted out of breath, his body was lame after the draining power struggle.
“Robert, you are alive!” Gabriella exclaimed jubilantly, only then seeing the pistol in Robert’s hand. After helping Robert to push the dead body of the Count off him, she threw herself in his arms and cried uncontrollably. The tension of the last half hour had just become too much for her.
“There now, everything is going to be alright,” Robert said with his arms around her, repeatedly kissing her softly upon her wet cheeks, until she started to calm down.
Holding Gabriella tightly in his embrace, Robert gently kissed her upon the lips and whispered, “I love you. Gabriella, will you marry me and be willing to spend the rest of eternity discovering how much I love you?”
“Yes, I will marry you,” Gabriella answered happily, radiating with joy. “Let’s go tell father.”
Happy and content, Gabriella and Robert started making their way back to the palace, eager to start their lives loving, caring, and supporting each other.
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Virginhood Revisited
by
Kim Wilkerson
Amy assumed the champagne she and her best friend, Lucy, had been consuming in rather liberal quantities whilst preparing for their evening out, would've had her extremely merry and yet approaching the nightclub she felt her stomach tense with anxiety. She didn't want to spend time internally analysing the possibilities as to why she was on edge, but she couldn't shake the feeling off and was all too aware it had dampened her usual outgoing personality.
'You OK?' asked Lucy, as she paid the taxi driver.
'Of course,' said Amy.
'Brings back a lot of memories doesn't it?'
Amy nodded. That was the entire problem really. Flashes of youthful, inexperienced hands spreading her naked legs and warm, moist kisses consuming her mouth had her momentarily lost in the past. Ten years had passed since that fateful night and she was a completely different person now. Funny how the bricks and mortar of this tacky nightclub was almost like a photo album of her sexual development.
As Lucy pulled her skirt down, unfamiliar with such a short length, she flirted with the bouncers. They responded in good spirits, participating in the banter. Amy was pleased for Lucy's sake. This was her thirtieth birthday celebration and, given her concerns about being over the hill and unattractive to men, any male attention would be welcomed by her.
Amy herself had passed the thirty mark a year ago and had accustomed herself to the clichés attached to those swinging singles no longer in their twenties. Society had changed and she embraced her sexual liberty, but it didn't stop her at times for longing for someone a little more permanent or stable. The male clientèle of 'Pop', the old haunt they were returning to, weren't exactly the kind of men seeking to find a life partner.
Having paid the entrance fee the girls stole in. The familiar feel of having to shuffle down the carpet, had Amy secretly pleased it hadn't been refurbished since their final visit. Cheesy pop tracks from the 90s pumped out of the immense speaker system. The disco ball with missing mirror parts and the coloured spotlights added to the atmosphere. It was only 11.30pm and the club was relatively empty. It would probably be another hour before people flooded in when the late night pubs closed.
As Lucy went to order the drinks, Amy decided to readjust herself in the female toilets, tucked away behind the bar. As she made her way to the shadowy corner only two metres from the lavatory entrance, she was transported back seven years ago.
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'I thought you wanted to see me again,' his Irish accent had deepened since their initial meeting.
She smiled, 'I never even had your phone number. Besides it would've been pretty hard to organise without knowing whether your girlfriend was in town or not.'
If the words cut, he didn't show it.
'She's not my girlfriend now.'
He moved in closer, and placed an arm above her shoulder, pinning her to the wall. She was still besotted by his stormy blue eyes. You never forgot your first and it seemed you never forgot being someone's first. The sexually charged silence between them as they stood studying each other was almost unbearable. Amy hadn't wanted to be the one to break, but she did.
Her arm had snaked round his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He allowed himself to be drawn in, but refused to initiate the kiss. Her desire for him was palpable and he was playing her on it. His free hand rested on her hip then moved down her thigh. It wasn't long before he had passed the fabric of her skirt and had made contact with her sheer stockings. Eyes fixed on her, his hand continued and reached under her skirt. Her instinctual reaction had been to slightly part her legs to allow his fingers access. He smiled wolfishly at her neediness for him. His hand cupped her and the gasp was audible.
'Shhhh,' he murmured, 'I think you do still want me.'
His arrogance was annoyingly attractive. She wished she'd enough pride to slap his face or at least walk away but her body betrayed her as she tried to grind down against the fingers tapping the cotton of her panties. He knew what she was attempting to do, but playfully kept his fingers soft and light. Amy swallowed hard. He'd placed his hand there for a specific reason; he wanted to know just how much she physically wanted him. Now he was playing games, teasing her as if he already knew she was moist for him.
Brazenly she caught him on the lips, off-guard. He'd been so fixated on teasing her beneath her skirt he hadn't expected the kiss. It worked though, her lips had attached themselves to his and it was he who couldn't contain his response. He crushed her lips, intensifying the kiss. His tongue moved inside her mouth, practised in its intent and she found herself winding her fingers through his jet black hair to increase t
he connection.
The hand between her legs finally pressed hard and she had the opportunity to rub against him, knowing the potential to orgasm from this interaction in a darkened crevice of the night club was high. She knew her panties were wet in the crotch as he moaned into her mouth. His fingers slid under the elastic and edged towards the spot which needed him most. The minute she felt him sliding between her lips and into the wetness, was the minute she knew this had to happen again. If only for one last time.
His free hand unwound one of Amy's from his neck and he coerced it to the fly on his jeans. She automatically felt an erection straining against the denim. Rubbing the outline of his cock had him groaning. There was enough space for her to work her hand into the front of his pants. When her fingers grazed his pubic hair and she wrestled to work her hand down, she felt two fingers move into her slit.
The intimacy had her break the kiss and in the same split second he removed his fingers from inside her. They were both panting and her hand worked its way down far enough so she was able to grasp the base of his shaft. She held it firmly and squeezed.
