Chosen By The Prince

by Calyope Adams

  "It's too soon to tell but I think she remembers some things."

  She nodded.

  "Yes, that makes sense. I spoke to the doctor and he assured me that these things can take months or years to remedy. The brain heals slower than other parts of the body. And it can heal. Not always, and not entirely, but it can."

  She laid her hand on his reassuringly. He smiled at her.

  "Thank you, mother."

  He looked back to the small table where the two women sat. Sephina's plate was empty but there was a small chocolate cake in front of Jillian. That was odd, they didn't often serve the Sofriquette's more than a small meal. He watched as the older woman encouraged Jillian to eat. She hesitantly picked up her fork and ate a bite. Then another. Slowly she made her way through the cake. She kept offering to share it but the older woman shook her head every time.

  He sipped his wine, attempting to look away for a little while. He knew he was being obvious about where his attention was. Everyone in the room was probably aware of how much he anticipated the end of the meal. Finally he decided he had sufficiently diverted his attention. When he looked back, his mouth opened in surprise.

  Something strange was happening to his love.

  Jillian's eyes were closed and her body was rocking in the chair. Her head fell back and she lifted her hand to her collar.

  They must have given her something. Something strong.

  Sephina looked at him now, openly alarmed. He stood abruptly.

  "Mother, father, please excuse me."

  He felt himself rushing to her side. Jillian's eyes were closed as he looked at Sephina questioningly.

  "They must have given her too much- or she's reacting differently since the accident. I don't know..."

  She didn't have to say what they'd given her too much of. He knew. The aphrodisiac.

  He smiled at her tight lipped and pulled Jillian to her feet by her arm. Then he escorted her from the room. Escorted was the wrong word. He dragged her.

  He knew everyone was staring at them. Jillian always attracted stares with her beauty so provocatively displayed. But right now she was drugged, her body screaming out to be made love to. In her fragile state she had no pretense, no ability to conceal her reactions. Anyone who looked at her at this moment would know that she was primed for one thing: to be taken.

  They practically ran through the castle to her chamber. Once inside he released her arm and stared at her, breathing heavily. She was also panting, her chest heaving as she stared at him. She was utterly confused by what was happening to her, he could tell. She grasped the collar around her neck and wrapped her other arm around her middle, moaning.

  He crossed the room to her in an instant. She was staring up at him, confused by the feelings coursing through her body.

  "Shhhhh... it's alright my love. I will take care of you."

  He cursed, wondering why the chefs had done this. Obviously they wanted him to enjoy his reunion with his Sofriquette, but at what expense? He reached down and caressed her breasts, making her moan. He quickly removed her dress and picked her up, laying her nude body on the bed. Her maids hadn't bothered with underthings tonight. Apparently everyone had the same idea.

  He stood and stripped quickly, his body hard, already responding to the sight of her beautiful body, writhing on the bed. She was rocking her hips and panting, craving a release she didn't know how to ask for.

  He knelt at the foot of the bed, sliding his hands up her silky legs to her juncture. He lightly stroked her nether lips, once again bare for his pleasure. They both moaned as he slid a finger inside her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her jewel, flicking rapidly. There was no time for preamble. He wanted nothing more than to soothe her need.

  He wondered if it would be enough. If the drugs would wear off if he could bring her to climax. He didn't have long to wait.

  His tongue lapped at her sweet petals now, his finger strumming against her nub. Her hips were flexing off the bed. She did nothing to hide her arousal. She was much more raw than ever before, nakedly hungry for his attentions. He gave them to her with all the skill he could muster, plunging his tongue in and out of her tight slit.

  Then he felt her convulsing. Sweet sounds of pleasure greeted him as he continued his task, not stopping until he was sure she could not climax any longer. She was breathing heavily as he sat up, his hands on her thighs. He watched as she started to writhe again, the desire once again rising in her. She'd gotten less than a few moments of respite...

  The Prince had planned to make love to her slowly, seeing to her pleasure again and again before taking his own. He saw now that it would be impossible. She didn't want his gentle teasing tonight. She needed to be taken. He wanted to take her. He growled and gave into his desire.

  He held his throbbing member, edging it forward until it pressed against her slick nether lips. He braced himself on his forearms as he pushed inside her. She was nearly as tight as she'd been the first time, snuggly holding him in her tight sheath. She clenched around him, already starting to press her mound into him. He wasn't even fully embedded yet but the urge to plunge into her wildly was rising in him.

  She whimpered and he realized that she wanted the same thing. This was a mating, pure and simple. He groaned and unleashed his lust, sliding home and then swiftly withdrawing, again and again. He pounded his stiff shaft into her willing body over and over, both of them crying out wordlessly as he brought her to another orgasm.

  Her body shuddered beneath him and he lost control. His hips jerked as his seed filled her body, more than ever before. He'd been celibate the entire period of her absence, not even pleasuring himself as he'd used to. He'd only found release in dreams, like a green boy. And now she was the receptacle of all that pent up energy. He felt white hot pleasure as he released his essence into her endlessly.

  He held her in his arms for the rest of the night, taking her twice more and stroking her to completion several times in between. Her restlessness continued till dawn. Tomorrow he would make sure they didn't drug her this way again. Tomorrow he'd tell them to stop the contraceptive. He lowered his head to her breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth.

  Tomorrow.

  The Prince's Patience

  The Prince

  The Prince ran his hands over Jillian's soft skin. She murmured in her sleep and he froze, hoping she would speak. It had been over two months since his pleasure slave had been returned to his keeping, and she had yet to utter even one word.

  It was early morning. He had time to have her once more before the day began. As usual, he felt the need for her rising in him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

  "Wake up, my Pet."

  She rolled over and smiled up at him. He was coming to know her moods now, even without the benefit of speaking. She was a different person than she'd been before the accident, more innocent and with less of her stubborn pride. He kept hoping she would regain her old spirit, but he had to admit her lack of resistance to his desires was hard to complain about. Even without the aphrodisiacs, she did whatever he wanted without a moments thought.

  "Open."

  She slid her thighs apart, staring up at him adoringly. Her beautiful body was nude and her nipples thrust upward toward him, perpetually hard from the creams they applied to her skin. He'd insisted that she not be drugged with stimulants or contraceptives anymore, but the groomers had their own tricks. He hadn't bothered to stop those, especially since they were so delightful.

  He lowered his lips to her luscious globes, licking and sucking her nipples into his mouth. His hand wandered to her inner thigh, making lazy circles on her tender flesh. He used the lightest of touches, making her squirm in her need. He'd had her twice already the night before, this time he intended to take his time.

  "Jillian, can you say my name?"

  She blinked at him, her need battling with her confused state. She'd lost her memory and ability to speak. He kept tryi
ng though, hoping he could bribe her into remembering with pleasure. The old Jillian would be annoyed with his teasing but now she just whimpered and rocked her hips, striving to bring her cleft closer to his fingers.

  He smiled at her and kissed the frown marring her lovely forehead.

  "Shhhhh, it's alright. It doesn't matter love."

  He took her mouth in a passionate kiss and let his finger slide up and down her nether lips. She was so wet already. She was the perfect concubine, the perfect mate. Her beautiful body responded to him so quickly and she was without any of the maidenly shyness she'd had before. He'd loved making her blush though.

  He moaned as his finger slid into her sweet well. Her eyes closed and she started circling her hips as he pleasured her at his own pace. His finger moved in and out slowly, keeping her on the brink. Finally he withdrew and leaned over her.

  Her eyes opened, imploring him without words to give her release. He couldn't tear his eyes from her as she thrashed desperately on the bed. With a groan, he sunk into her, his shaft stretching her tight opening wide. He eased in gradually as always, she was such a small girl, he never wanted to hurt her and he knew he was larger than most men. Not to mention being almost two feet taller than her.

  Her wet warmth held him snugly as he started to move. His chest hair brushed her nipples with each long, slow thrust. She started making the sweet sounds she always made when she was close to climaxing. That, at least, was the same.

  He held her in his arms as he picked up his pace, surprised at his own urgency. Would he ever get enough of her? It was doubtful, even if she never regained her memory or sharp wit. His hips flexed rapidly as he felt her body convulse around his manhood, pulling him deeper. He groaned as he felt his seed start to erupt from his cock head.

  "Oh god! Unffff!"

  His essence poured out of him and into his precious pet as she tossed her head wildly beneath him. He thrust into her again and again until he was spent. He rolled to the side, bringing her with him, still inside. He didn't want to leave her sheath an instant sooner than necessary.

  Their bodies cooled as he let his hand slide up and down her back to her rounded bottom. He grasped her there, wondering if his seed would take hold this time. Or perhaps it already had.

  Maximilian was preparing documents with his father when he heard the sound of his guards running. He stood and faced the door to the study as it slammed open.

  "Your highness!"

  "Yes?"

  "It's your Sofriquette. She cannot be calmed. We've called for the doctor but-"

  He cursed and ran past them, shouting as he ran.

  "Where?"

  "The courtyard by the barracks."

  That's where it had happened. Oh god.

  The guards ran with him as they ran out of the castle and around toward the barracks. A small archway separated the two courtyards. That's where the soldiers from Haight had attacked her. Had tried to-

  He pushed the thought aside as he saw her. His sweet Jillian was pressed against the wall with a dagger held out in front of her. She looked wild, with her hair in disarray and tears streaming down her face. She looked terrified- and angry. She looked aware.

  She remembered.

  "Jillian?"

  "Max?"

  She knew better than to call him that. But as children she had delighted in flaunting convention and often teased him with the nickname. Still, the sound of her voice was music to his ears.

  "Shhhh- it's alright Pet. Put the knife down. No one will hurt you."

  "They- they had a blade. And they-"

  "I know. But they aren't here. That was a long time ago."

  "It was?"

  "Yes. Please Jillian. The knife."

  She looked down at her hand as if surprised to see she held a weapon. She let it slip from her fingers to the ground. He ran forward and gathered her into his arms.

  "Shhhhh, it's alright. Come inside with me."

  He led her back inside the castle and back to her chamber. Her maids scurried to bring food and drink. He also sent for the doctor.

  He sat in the chair by the fireplace and held her on his lap. She had her face pressed against his chest. He knew she was hiding from him.

  "Jillian, do you remember what happened to you?"

  She nodded, her face rubbing against his shoulder.

  He smiled and continued to stroke her soothingly.

  "Look at me."

  She sighed and lifted her face begrudgingly. His smile widened, seeing her stubbornness returning before his eyes.

  "No one will ever hurt you again. I promise you."

  She looked down and away, biting her lip.

  "Jillian."

  He grabbed her chin and lifted it, staring into her eyes. There was something there. Shame.

  "Do you believe me?"

  "Yes, your highness."

  "How do you feel? Does your head hurt?"

  "No. your highness. I'm- I'm fine."

  "Good. I've been beside myself worrying about you. For much longer than you know."

  She looked away, being disobedient again. He'd have to get used to that side of her again. It was always stimulating to match wits with her. He grinned happily.

  "I'm glad to have my spoiled little brat back."

  Her eyes flared at him indignantly but she said nothing. She was smarter than that. She'd never flagrantly break the rules. He laughed.

  "Go on, I know you are holding something back."

  She shook her head 'no.' He squeezed her hips.

  "Jillian. Do I as I say. Tell me."

  She inhaled sharply. She hated being told what to do. Especially since she had no choice whatsoever.

  "What is the matter?"

  "I know time has passed. We've been continuing on as before but to me-"

  "Yes?"

  "To me... It's yesterday."

  He closed his eyes. Of course. The past few months and the six she'd spent in the nunnery must be a faint blur to her. In her mind, she'd just been attacked and he'd- oh god.

  Her cheeks were burning as he stared down at her. He knew she was remembering the night he had punished her. He'd used her roughly and without care for her feelings or pride. He'd been trying to make a point of course. He hadn't meant it. But the next day...

  "Jillian. I didn't mean what I said that night. I didn't mean any of it. I was angry."

  She nodded, looking down and away.

  "I've been spending every night making it up to you. I'll never use you like that again. Do you remember?"

  She nodded again.

  "Yes, but it's hazy. It feels like it's all been happening to someone else."

  He pulled her into his chest again.

  "We'll talk of this more sweeting. But for now I want you to rest. You can skip eating in the dining hall today. The doctor will be here soon and we'll hear what he has to say."

  He unlocked her collar, setting it aside.