My lips pressed against hers, pressing and opening the thickening softness of her sweet, smooth petals to the laps of my tongue. My pulse beat harder, the more I tasted her. Her tremors on my tongue drove me on as I swirled and probed, higher and deeper.
As she shook and her fingers gripped in my hair, I lifted the length of my tongue harder and higher, stretching high in her folds inside. The tip of my tongue slipped and stroked nearer to her spot but I waited while she trembled. Waited for the next set of waves to start. I was going to time this perfectly for her.
I slid her ass forward to the edge of the table. Raised her thighs on my shoulders. Her heels dug into my back. The quiver in her inner thighs pressed tight against my head as I devoured her dark, tangy-sweet honey. Her body curled around me. She wrapped me in a ball. Then, shaking, with hard, halting breaths, she shook and stretched.
Little gasps and cries burst from her throat. Her hips jerked. Her legs held and squeezed the sides of my head. I curled my tongue, lengthened it far up inside her. And the tip found her spot. Flicking, pressing, trilling and shoving on it, I kept up relentlessly as she twisted.
Shaking she unbuttoned her shirt, unhooked the front of her bra. One hand grabbed at her breasts. The other arm went up, in front of her reddening face. Her eyes squeezed shut. Low gasps and muffled cries came from her lips. Her thighs slacked open and swung shut, slamming my ears.
Her back arced and her neck and chest were red as she groaned and gushed into my mouth.
Her pussy pressed and ground into my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of her ecstatic rocking on my lips and my tongue. She bent over me again. Put her lips to my head. Shouted and clawed in my hair.
I pulled her ass to me and licked, sucked and kissed her from her inner thighs all the way down and back to the cleavage of her ass while she trembled and spasmed.
She climbed off the table and pulled me up by my hair. “What are you doing to me? You can’t do this. Not any of it.”
My face was wet, as wet as the heat between her thighs. “I can do what I fucking like. I’m your Crown Prince.”
“You can’t.” she gasped. “I’m going to be married.”
Crown Prince Hugo
E’LL see about that.”
“It’s too late. Let me see your cock, though. Let me hold it and taste it.”
“I…” she was already squirming, writhing down my body, clawing at my belt. Her hand plunged inside the front of my pants. Outside the silk boxers, she found the ridge. Her fingers felt cool. She yanked open the buttons on my pants and hugged me. Her hands held my ass. Her full, soft breasts spilled against my hips and they swelled either side of my cock.
The heat of her body, with her gorgeous breasts against me made my cock ache. She let out a squeak as the head poked up and out of my boxers’ waistband. Holding her arms together she groaned as she worked my fat shaft up and down between her breasts. Her mouth opened and she licked her lips. Each time she slid down, the fabric of my boxers was pulled lower.
She looked up at me, he big watery eyes pleading, “I want it in my mouth.” Oh, God, I nearly exploded seeing the slick head of my fat shaft clasped between her tits. The thought of her lips and her tongue on it her breath, just the idea could have been enough to make me come right in her face. I was skilled at holding back, but she tested me when she begged, “Can you tell me what to do?”
To focus keeping control, I stroked her hair. But it was almost impossible for me not to grab her hair on both sides when she said, “I’ve never tasted one before.”
My suspicion grew deeper that she had yet another secret. One that was even more thrilling to think about. And I had to really not think about it now.
“I’ve heard girls say that they can get a cock all the way into their throat.” She held my cock in both hands and peered up at me with her mouth open. An exquisite agony filled me from my shoulders through my chest and pulsed in my groin.
“Do you believe that’s true?” A charge ran through me as she licked the underside of my staff. All I could do was to nod. She grinned. “I want to do that.” then, “May I?”
Wide-eyed I told her, “You can do whatever the fuck you want with me, princess.” Me calling her ‘Princess’ seemed to have the desired effect. She rubbed my length tight between her heavenly soft breasts. Each time the head popped up out of her lovely cleavage, she planted a longer, deeper, and softer wet kiss on the top.
Her tongue wrapped around the crown and she looked up with a grin. “It tastes dark and strong. It has a flavor of you.” and then she slid her mouth, wide, over the top. She took me deep into the warm and welcoming dark of her mouth. Across her tongue. All the way.
Her lips slid down, then tightly held as she drew them back up. Each time she went deeper down on the shaft. Each time sensations sparked and sprayed all the way through me and I had to think of a new distraction to keep from coming. Or at least from coming too soon.
Her mobile lips and the softness of her flexible tongue made tingles and sparkling charges through all of my muscles. My hands hovered over her head. With a glint of mischief in her eyes she peered up, peeking wide-eyed with her lips fastened around the length of my cock.
Then she slid farther down. Nibbling her way, stretching her mouth wide. Pushing as far as she could. The soft, wet back of her throat slid against my slick bulb. She looked up again. Held me there. Cool, thick saliva coursed around my knobbed thickness as it filled her mouth. When she swallowed, I felt the flex and contraction of her throat.
She grinned and peered up as she swallowed again. Then as she plunged deeper, a long, deep groaned dragged out of me. “You are fantastic,” I told her, my voice thick and guttural. She shook as she pressed on, deeper still.
She was magnificent. The steady bobbing of her head became longer and harder. Deeper, stronger, and faster. I had to grab hold of her. “Stop,” I said. “Stop or I’ll come in your throat.” Her head tipped up and her eyes flashed. After a long, slow, sucking wet pull upward, she plunged her face into my lap, harder and faster than ever.
Tremors started in the backs of my thighs and in my stomach. My neck and chest and torso tightened. My hips tilted and spread. A roar ripped out of my throat and I pumped. She sucked and slurped harder and deeper as hot, thick, sticky bolts blasted to fill and slather in her throat.
She wouldn’t quit. Screwing her eyes shut, she gripped her pussy and pulled on her nipple as I shot thick, hot, molten love into her throat.
When I stopped, still buzzing all over, she rested her face in my lap. Sucked and drew on my cock as she pulled off. Her wet face was wild and the gasp she made was raw. I hauled her to me and kissed her. I held her and hugged and caressed her.
“I totally love you,” I told her, “You realize that?”
A tear dropped from her eye. Then she welled up. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t say it. Not now. Not when I’ve promised to marry that… man.”
We were sat together in a huddle, almost under the reading table. It felt like a secret place of our own. “I…”
“Please. Look, I’ve never done that before. Was it alright?”
“Alright? Are you kidding? that was the best. The very best. Ever.”
“I wish you wouldn’t talk like that. ‘Yes’ would have been fine. Or ‘It was good,’ maybe.”
She wouldn’t let me speak. “Honestly. I’ve never done any of this before. Not… Anything. Please. You can at least be the one to break me in. I can have that, can’t I?”
“I will break you in. It will be me and it will be soon. But not now.”
“Why?”
“Because, you’re going to be my princess and that means that I’m going to treat you as a queen from the start.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning I’m going to fuck you senseless, all night and all the next day, and all weekend too.”
Her eyes widened. She nodded, “Yes?”
“But first…”
“yes… ?”
> “First, I’m going to marry you.” her brow knotted. Even that was lovely. “Okay,” I said, “A couple of details. First, assuming that I can deal with the awkward situation of your being engaged to a total asshole…” There’s a way of these things. A proper sequence. I took hold of her hand then I got up to face her and onto one knee.
Her face was still wet and I could smell myself on her the warmth of her breath. Solemnly, I asked her, “Will you be my princess, have my babies, by the dozen, preferably, and live as my queen? Will you marry me? OH!” I stopped, “No, wait. that’s the other thing. Um… what is your name?”
“Serena.”
“Wonderful name.” I kissed her. “Most beautiful name I ever heard. So. Serena. Will you marry me?”
“Hugo,” Oh, it was the first time she said my name. You know when people say they hear bells and birds singing and all that? I couldn’t believe it. But, of course, she said, “I can’t. I’m. Fucking. Engaged.”
“Quite right, too. Form and formality. Well done. So, I’ll ask you again.” I got up and held her tenderly as I helped her to her feet. I gave her a hug and helped her to straighten her clothes. I really loved her. And I told her.
“Serena, I really love you.” She shook her head. This time I put my finger to her lips and I smiled. “Go on,” I told her, “Don’t lose this job. If you still want it.”
As I headed for the door, she asked, “Will you be at the ball?”
“No.” I told her, “Too much to do.” and I opened the door. Before I started to run I said over my shoulder, “I’m really hoping that you’ll say ‘yes’ when I ask you again, though. I’ll look an awful fucking idiot if you don’t.”
I knew what had to be done. I had a plan forming already. First, I called the air force. We had work to do.
The cathedral was an awesome sight. High vaulted arches of sandy stone glowed golden in the warm, softly moving mass of candlelight. The fanfare of the organ was fading. Bridesmaids in lovely pastels stood beside the bride, beautiful in her simple white dress.
The groom was in black. With his always-hidden smile, pointed beaky nose and flickering, beady eyes, he looked like a crow dressed up as a super-villain.
Facing the couple, up on the altar side of the highs communion step, that bishop’s sad voice carried all the way to the heavy doors at the back of the cathedral. I stormed in with a small entourage in tow.
The bishop intoned, “If anyone knows of any just cause or impediment why these two people should not be joined together in holy matrimony, speak now or…”
And from the back of the congregation, I used my best voice of regal command to shout, “Over here. You have a taker. I know a just cause.”
The intake of a hundred breaths and then a hushed silence held in the flickering candlelight. the only sound was the echoing crack of my boots as I marched to the front.
“The groom has an appointment with some gaolers, and before that he has an audience with in his King in Uglagistan.” I smiled into the groom’s hot poker eyes. “The King dosen’t want to wait.”
Two of the Uglagistan special forces troops stood either side of him. “He wants a word about funds from the children’s charity that seem to have slipped through your shady arms trading business. Don’t worry about evidence, we seized your secret offices last night.”
He looked around, hunting for a way out. I said, “Don’t worry about finding your way. This helpful detachment of special forces has an armored car ready and eager to escort you.”
He glared at me. I told him, “Since I met with the King last night, our peace treaty is finally complete. He and my father the king are making proclamations this morning, and a signing ceremony will take place later today. Which you may be able to watch from gaol.”
I smiled. “Before you go, though, I have a personal message for you.” I swung fast and jabbed with my right. Following all the way through, I felt his jaw yank forward and up. His arms wheeled as he flew backward. The ancient gilt mosaic and flagstone cathedral floor was ready to greet the back of his skull, but the special forces kindly intervened and caught him by the shoulders.
“Good,” I congratulated them, “We want him to be fit for his trial.”
Serena’s face shone, she really did glow as I took her by the hand. “We have to hurry.” Then I stopped, “Wait, though.” I turned and dashed to her father. Quite a nice looking old chap.
I asked him, “Look, I’m awfully sorry this is such short notice and we haven’t had a chance to, well, meet, actually. I’m Hugo. How do you do?” He returned my handshake and I said, “So, it’s awfully forward I know but do you think you could see your way to giving me permission to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage?”
Then, quickly I said, “That one.” and I pointed. “I don’t know if you have any others, but it’s definitely her that I’m after. Just thought that we should be clear.”
He nodded and just about managed to say, “Yes,” and he smiled as he clasped his hand over mine. I thought I was a better prospect than Draken but you never know. Old chap could have had his heart set on Uglagistan.
So, I dashed to Serena and got to one knee and asked her, “Serena. My darling, my love. Would you do me the great honor of consenting to marry me and becoming my princess?”
“When?”
“Pretty soon, actually.” I looked at my watch, “The archbishop is waiting at the chapel in the Royal Castle.”
Her face was radiant. She shone. “Yes!”
I told the bridesmaids, “You’re all invited, by the way.” Not the ‘best man,’ the Uglagistan Ambassador. I said, “Well, all except for you. Should be ashamed of yourself.”
Serena screamed when I hoisted her over my shoulder. I thought she would love it. I hoped so. I mean, what could be better than a stolen bride? The congregation cheered as carried her at a trot through back down the aisle of the cathedral and out into the sunshine to the waiting helicopter.
Lady Sonia stood with FWillum by three more big choppers and awaited the guests. I wondered if I detected something of a spark between the lovely Lady Sonia and FWillum, but I had more on my mind than that. Or them.
The chapel of Saint Roger at the Royal castle was the resting place of former kings and queens, and an intimate setting dear to the hearts of the Royal family. The archbishop was robed and ready for us.
Cascading garlands of scented flowers adorned the chapel. It brought a lump to my throat to see how loving and thoughtful the royal household staff had been, decorating this special place at such short notice.
I waited at the altar in front of the Archbishop, with FWillum acting as my best man.
Butterflies flew in my stomach as the organ rose to the wedding march. Even father, the king, had a glint of contented pride in his eye.
I turned to see my wonderful bride Serena, arm in arm with her father enter the chapel from the rear. Clodagh served as Serena’s Maid of Honor. Lady Sonia joined with the other bridesmaids, Rachelle, and Collette.
But all I saw was the glow from the smile of my beautiful princess.
Serena
E TOOK me up the high tower, to the state bridal apartment.
Rose petals covered the room and the big canopy bed. Looking out of the tall windows, I could see the whole kingdom. but nothing interested me more than the sight of Hugo. My prince. My husband. Entering the room with a single stem red rose and a bottle of champagne.
He looked in my eyes, his gaze flicking in what looked like wonder. “My beautiful princess.” He kissed me deep and tenderly and said, “Did I tell you that I love you? I love you and I always will. We’re going to be together for ever in our happy-ever-after kingdom.” He stroked my cheek.
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