by Cherise West
“Erica! Erica,” I hear, someone else coming to bother me on what’s already been a disaster of a night. Of course, it’s Bertrand, half-drunk and stumbling with a chip on his shoulder towards my table.
“What do you want, Bertrand?” I rebuff him. He invites himself to sit at my table anyway. Because of course he does. As if the night couldn’t get any worse.
“Are you and the Duke getting back together? You said you broke up, right? You went on that date, right?” he rambles.
“I don’t know what’s going on with him,” I sigh in frustration.
“So you are still with him? But you went on that date?” Bertrand mumbles.
“I don’t know, Bertrand,” I hiss. “Why do you care, anyway?”
“B-because,” Bertrand growls, leaning over the table. “I care. Am I not allowed to care?”
“Why aren’t you worrying about where Katrana is?” I roll my eyes.
“Katrana’s a slut,” he spits, to my shock.
“That’s my sister you’re talking about!” I exclaim. “We might not be alike… much, at all, we might be different, but… we’re still sisters.”
“Well, your sister’s a slut,” he bellows, drinking deep from his glass.
“That’s not something you should be saying to me,” I grimace.
“Who else am I going to say it to? Not to her, because she’s… probably off, banging some other guy,” he laments. “That’s why I came over here. I like you, Erica.”
“You what?” I murmur. “After just calling my sister a slut, you say that?”
“She is! And… and what? I can’t help it,” he stammers, drinking up more liquid courage. “I admit it… I always mess up because I want to run in to you, and talk to you. And see you,” he slurs creepily. “Naked… I really like you, Erica,” he mumbles, stumbling over the table towards me.
“Bertrand, what are you doing?!” I exclaim, shooting out of me chair defensively.
“I’m just t… trying to show you, how much I like you,” he growls, stumbling forward. “I know what you like… what you want, you want to be… touched.”
“What? Bertrand, no,” I state firmly, holding my hands out in front of me to stop him. He keeps coming, laying his hands on my shoulders. They slide down my sides and I wince; he grasps my hips, squeezing them, growling into my ear. “Bertrand, no—”
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he pleads. “This is what the Duke gives you that I can’t!”
“Bertrand!” I slam my knee into his balls, eliciting a loud groan from his lips. I grab my full glass of wine and pour it down his face while he howls in pain, doubling over on the floor. Terrified, I bolt towards the door, slipping through the crowd.
“You fucking bitch! How could you!” I hear Bertrand howl across the bar as I flee. I push the doors to the bar open, taking a deep breath of night air. The Duke’s royal carriage sits in front of me, and he’s waiting with a smug smirk on his face, his guards flanking him.
“Erica! See. I knew you were eager to rejoin me. Leaving so soon? Where’s that sister of yours?” he asks, approaching me with a confident and regal gait.
“I’m not…”
“You’re not? You’re not what?” The Duke asks, grinning wider. “Come now, sweetheart. The bedchamber at the duchal palace is waiting for you. My servants have missed your presence around the manner so much. Come.”
“D-Duke…” I mutter as he gets closer. I see Estefan’s face flash in my mind; gripped in passion, calling my name. Wanting me.
“Come, Erica.” He hugs his arms around me, whispering into my ear. “Don’t make a scene. Or things will go worse for you, and for the prince.”
“What?…” I whimper.
“Princess Erica will be all over the front page of the papers… your highness.” His threat hisses into my ear. I’ve had too much tonight. Too fucking much. I send my knee into His Royal Asshole’s balls, too, and he groans out low and loud into the night, his arms falling limp. I push him onto the cobblestone road and dash down the street.
“Guards! Get her! Get her, god damn it!” The Duke roars down the avenue. I hear boots clatter behind me and I cut into an alley, panic in my blood. All I can see and feel the whole time is him - his handsome face, his powerful arms, the lust in his voice and he love in his touch. What is the duke going to do? Kill me? He might. I dart through the alley as the guards chase me. Where can I even go? The Duke knows where I live. He’ll probably have his men waiting for me there, in case I try to slip out.
I have nowhere to go… except… maybe, the palace. Maybe things haven’t gone all bad… and even now, dressed in my shabby linen gown, tears on my eyes and mud on my feet as I splash through messy puddles in the road, he’ll accept me. Maybe Estefan will still want to save me.
The roads confuse me, but I keep looking over top of all the buildings. I can still see the castle - towering high, torches and lamps across its pristine stones glowing, a beacon in the night.
“Here! She went this way!” the voices sound so close that it freezes my blood. I cut across another roadway, a carriage nearly running me down on my way. The bootclaps grow louder and louder. They’re getting closer.
“I saw her! This way!” one of the guards screams. I duck down another alley, hiding behind a bunch of barrels. I hear the boots clatter past me, sloshing through rainy puddles of mud. I wait, weak and quivering, until they’re far enough I can’t hear them.
“Where did she go?…” the voice is muffled enough I feel safe dipping out of my hiding spot and cutting back across the avenue behind me, slipping along another passage. I peek my head out from the alleyway - there’s a guard, and I dart back in. A crowd of revelers stumble past and I mesh with them, blending in with the crowd, until I make it to the end of the street.
There it is. Standing in front of me, guarded by gates of iron and an army of warriors and servants. And somewhere inside is my Estefan. I rush the gates, and a pair of guards - palace guards, thankfully, not the Duke’s men - flank me.
“Who are you? What are you doing?” one of them demands, a lance in his hands, pointed threateningly at me.
“Please, I need to speak to Prince Estefan,” I beg, tears in my eyes.
“You have no business on royal property,” the other guard booms. “Step away from the gate. Now.”
“Please, please,” I beg, fearing that the Duke’s men will turn the wrong corner any moment. “I need to talk to him. Now. Please!”
“She looks familiar,” another guard chimes in, stepping up to the gate.
“She doesn’t look familiar to me,” another mutters.
“Please! This is an emergency!” I shout, my voice hoarse from exertion.
“An emergency? You should call the constables,” the guards laugh.
“Leave!” Another shouts, jabbing his lance in my direction threateningly.
“Please, please,” I beg.
“If you don’t step away now, I’m going to run you through,” he roars.
“Should I raise the alarm?” Another asks.
“Nah, she’s just some peasant bitch,” one of the guards growls. “I’ll just take care of—”
“Excuse me!” I hear his voice ring through the courtyard. God, is this a dream? Or has he really come to save me?
“Your highness!” The guards all turn Estefan’s voice, ringing through the courtyard as he approaches with rage twisting his face. They drop to their knees in deference.
“I should have every last one of you executed,” he growls. “This is the Princess Erica. And I love her. Now open the gate, step aside, before I call the royal prosecutor to have all of you chained in irons,” he demands. I melt. It’s not a dream. My Estefan is here to save me.
Estefan
With her cradled in my arms, hips slung around my midsection, I wipe away her tears and I nibble at the wound I left bit into her throat, now a bruised purple, to remind her that she’s here with me now - she’s safe. I carry her into my royal bed
room, throwing the doors open as her tears start to subside, replaced with a soft lust, her lips kissing across my neck, moans rising from her throat as she feels the cool air of my window, drifting in through the night. I throw her onto the bed, crawling on top of her with a passion burning in my heart. I’d tie her up and I’d tease her all night, but not right now - right now I needed her, gripped with rapture and want. It’s been too long since I got to touch her and feel her and enjoy all the ways she mewls and moans and whimpers for me while I growl hunger into her ear.
“I missed you so much, Estefan, I didn’t know what I was going to do,” she whimpers, her cheeks blushing a burning red. “I’m sorry I’m not… not dressed like a princess. I had a hard day, and I came in to Velune to celebrate with someone, and… it turned into a disaster.”
“I’d prefer you wearing absolutely nothing, anyway,” I purr, grasping the shoulder-straps of her gown and ripping it down the length of her body, letting those perfect breasts bounce free, her sweet, blushing pink pussy exposed as she lays in a bed of torn fabric beneath her. She quivers, back arching out against me, her fingers trailing along the buttons of my gray jacket, studded across its surface with royal medals. She growls like a starved little tigress and slips her fingers into the jacket, tearing it open, popping a few buttons as my strong, broad chest is exposed.
“In those days we were apart,” I growl into her ear, “did you suddenly forget how to behave, my filthy princess-kitten?” I taunt her, gripping both of her breasts in my rough hands and squeezing them hard. She breathes out, stars in her eyes while her hips arch out against my pelvis, the bulge thickening in my pants.
“Maybe,” she says, her plump and pretty lips lunging to my neck and making a mess of it, kissing and panting against my skin.
“And I guess that means,” I grin deviously, “I’m going to have to teach you what it means to be a little hungry kitten-slut, doesn’t it?” I whisper hotly to her. In a flash I stand and spin her onto her front, pushing her to her knees, so that big, pretty ass of hers perks up in front of me. I grip both hips, sliding the bulge in my slacks between her plump ass-cheeks, my cock throbbing at the feeling of her body, which I haven’t felt for far too long. She should be sleeping with me, every night - my princess, my wife, carrying my baby; my hot kitten.
“What do you think you’re going to do to get me to behave?” she chirps, defiant and curious, a little smirk on her bratty lips.
“This,” I state quick and unceremonious, lifting my palm into the air and swinging it down in a wide arc onto her heart-shaped ass, delivering to the bouncy flesh a hard SLAP. She yelps loudly, not expecting that stinging pain; but I can see the sting filter into sweet pleasure slowly in her eyes, as she goes from surprised to absolutely lustily starved in the flash of an instant. I pull her arms behind her back, twisting a sheet into a tight knot to keep her bound up and still while I show her what it means to be a good, pretty young kitten.
“I want to be your fucking slave,” she mewls, “punish me… please, Estefan… punish me for misbehaving,” she begs. I lean over her like a starved wolf taunting its mate, my cock-bulge pressed against her succulent and soaked cunt, sneering into her ear.
“I’m going to punish you until you learn to behave, and then I’m going to spread your slit wide with my fat cock and explode hot waves of cum into your quivering, wanting little womb,” I threaten, just the thought of fucking her again coating my forehead in sweat. I pull my hand back again and SWAT at that pretty ass, sending it jiggling, spanking my kitten hard enough that a reddened handprint starts to form on her soft and milky skin. She squirms and begins to moan, so purringly pleased to be in my bedchamber again, with my hands on her, making her mine.
“I’ve been so fucking bad, with how badly I’ve wanted you, your majesty,” she croons, her voice so smoky and so hot. My hands run down her back, the dips and curves so perfect that even touching her makes my cock shake, wanting to blow cum all over her pretty skin.
“How bad?” I growl, rubbing her ass with both hands, then giving her a hard SLAP with both of them, all at once.
“I couldn’t stop myself, last night,” she moans, her voice shaking. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you… about you squeezing and pleasing me, fucking me until I couldn’t even think about how good it felt, until I was so drunk on you,” she admits, her body blushing bright. “I couldn’t help myself…”
“What did the filthy princess-kitten do, without my permission?” I demand, roaring into her sweet ear while I nurse the big red handprints forming on each half of her thick ass.
“I’m sorry, prince… but I deserve to be punished,” she mewls innocently, her young body quaking in desire. “I went to bed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you… my fingers, they wouldn’t listen to me, my brain, telling them to stop, stop… but I couldn’t,” she moans. “I had to pump my fingers inside of me, thinking it was your cock… I came, crying out your name…”
“Didn’t I tell you?” I groan, biting down on her neck, her fingers squirming in their bonds. “No cumming unless I tell my kitten she’s allowed to… isn’t that what I said?” I demand, spanking her hard to get an answer out of her.
“Yes!” she shouts, her breath shaking. “Please, daddy—”
“I’ll give you what you deserve, you filthy slut-kitten,” I moan, both hands swinging down in another hard slap on her ass. I squeeze and spank her, over and over again, to the sound of her lips crying out for more, until her ass stings so bad all she can think about in the entire world is me. “Is that what you like?” I growl into her ear.
“I can’t get enough of you, I need you so bad all I could do was touch myself dreaming about you, I’m so sorry,” she moans, “please— please, don’t stop,” her voice sings, lifting into a whinny when I slap both of her ass cheeks again, running my hands roughly up and down her back, memorizing every single inch of that curvaceous body.
“You need to be punished, more,” I spank, and spank, until she’s breathing so hard with pleasure, her eyes so wide, she can’t take it any more. I peel my slacks slowly along my body, letting my cock spring free, so fucking hard and throbbing it hurts. I can’t stop the vicious, lewd animal inside of me, spanking her harder as I slide my cock between her ass, teasing her with the touch of my dick against her plush, stinging skin.
“I need it, please,” she howls out, her voice cracking, the sound intense, my mind reeling from the feeling of her body quaking against me.
“You need it, do you? You need me to fuck you, don’t you? Fuck you and split you so hard until my cock explodes hot cum all over your ass to soothe the sting,” I purr hot steam into her ears, stroking my cock faster, gripping it tight. I stagger in front of her, taunting her with the sight of it, her body straining to catch a taste of me. I jerk faster and harder while she moans, screams, begs.
“Please, I’ll behave,” she urges, “I’ll be your filthy princess-kitten for fucking ever,” she groans. I grab her hair, squeezing my fingers between those flowing blonde locks, giving her just what she wants, spreading her lips wide with my stiff cockhead and fucking her throat hard. She gags softly, her throat tightening around my length, milking all ten inches of me with lusty want in her eyes. I push my cock until it reaches the back of her throat, tugging softly on her hair, the pinpricks of pain across her scalp only deepening the sweet sensation in her throat.
“You promise you’re going to behave, do you?” I taunt her, fucking her throat roughly, only giving her a second to breathe and respond, her eyes watering and her lips a spittled mess.
“Yes, please, I’ll do anything for my prince if he fucks me,” she moans. I push her face into the pillow and crawl back behind her, pouncing on those pretty curves like a starved animal, teasing my cocktip against her clit before I suddenly split her wide with my shaft, pumping inside of her, my hands squeezing and slapping her bouncing ass, shaking every time I piston my hips hard into her cunt.
“God, it feels better than ever,�
�� she admits, gasping for breath.
“Your fucking pussy is so perfect,” I groan, feeling her tighten around me as she hoarsely cries out and moans, her voice creaking and cracking in strain from just how fucking good it feels for both of us. My moans get louder and louder and louder, loud enough the whole fucking castle, the whole city can hear it streaming out my open window, because my lewd little princess is so perfect.
I thrust faster, until our bodies both hurt from the exertion; I feel her shaking, heaving and hot, and she finally erupts climatically, her fingers flailing and her back arching as pleasure surges like a tempest down her back, her orgasm powerful and gripping. I feel it come up from inside my stomach, churning and deep and powerful, my legs shaking as I cum hard inside of her pussy, my messy orgasm painting across her sweet young insides, my seed filling her womb, planting my royal heir deep and steamy inside her quaking little body. I pull my cock out, our fucking so much for me that a few messy ropes of my release spray across her pretty ass, making a dirty, sweaty mess of my princess-kitten.
“Mmmnnnfuck… maybe now you’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” I purr, slowly releasing her wrists from the tight knot. Her arms fall limp as she gasps, glassy-eyed, her body still in shock from the roaring sensation of our shared orgasm flooding every part of her mind.
“I’ve never felt anything so… much,” she hums breathlessly. I have to admit the truth to her.
“Neither have I. No princess could match you, Erica,” I coo, pulling her body close to mine. “I love you, my princess-kitten. I love you.” She quivers in my arms, whimpering.
“Why do you have to be so perfect?” she whines.
“You sound like you almost regret that,” I purr into her ear, slowly stroking her hair as we lay together beneath the canopy.
