by Kai Andersen
She moaned, opening her legs wider to allow him more access. Intense hunger assailed her. Distracted by his lips, she didn’t notice his cock at the entrance of her vagina until she felt it push its way in, an inch first and then two.
She gasped, tears prickling her eyes at the pain. Compared to his fingers, it felt ... different. Wider, fuller, hotter. Heat rampaged through her as she was stretched to accommodate that wide girth. His hands were now on her inner thighs, keeping her legs wide apart. He pulled out, and then pushed in again, going in deeper.
She cried out and opened her eyes. She saw his face strain with the effort. Sweat lined his forehead and his jaw. His neck muscles corded and bunched. He grunted. He pulled out again and pushed in, until his cock encountered the barrier.
Her breath caught. She’d heard that it hurt, but how much? Would she be able to bear it? But this was Frederick with her.
Their eyes met, and then his lips came down on hers as he pulled out and pushed all the way in, breaking through, sinking in to the hilt. She cried out in pain, the sound absorbed by his lips. Though his lower body had stilled, his hands were busy wreaking their own magic, cupping her breasts and kneading them, rubbing and tugging her nipples. Pleasure quickly distracted her from the pain. Little by little, he settled, his whole thick hard length within her.
She felt fuller now than at the beginning, more stretched and expanded. Her inner muscles were being pulled thin to accommodate his cock. The whole length was impaled in her soft body. Now she knew why it was called a sword.
She had the most insane urge to giggle. It was replaced almost instantly by a more urgent need to move. She wanted to move, to buck against him the way she did against his fingers and his mouth. It wasn’t that she wanted, but there’s something in her that was compelling her to do so. She wiggled her hips. “Move!” She commanded.
He chuckled. “Yes, Your Highness.”
He began to move in a deep, slow rhythm, thrusting his cock in and out. He was poetry in motion, she thought dreamily as she watched his movements. She felt his deep thrust all the way to her womb, filling her, imbuing her, flooding her with himself. Though his breathing was labored, his movements were constant, regular and steady. He was creating the most wonderful friction within her, sweeping her up in a whirl of pleasure.
He hooked her legs around his waist, and Serena used it as a leverage to lift herself up, meeting his thrusts when he plunged down into her. This is marvelous, like a dance, only I don’t step away when he steps toward me. I meet him instead, like two halves coming together as one. How wonderful.
She snapped out of the dream into a lust as carnal and earthy as the man moving above her. The hunger in her intensified. A deeper, more intense coil wound tighter and tighter in her belly. She knew what she was reaching for, but she didn’t expect it to hit her with the strength of the thundering storm, full of force and might and power. She shuddered and screamed, caught in the relentless grip of her pleasure.
Frederick was moving with her -- in her -- plunging in and out of her, his breathing labored as he pushed into her tight and violently contracting passage. After a few more thrusts, he shouted and plunged strongly, spilling his seed into her.
Frederick’s right. This felt much, much, much better than his fingers. Infinitely better.
He collapsed on top of her, and banding his arms around her, he rolled over, so that she was now sprawled on top. She pressed a kiss against the strong column of his neck and then tucked her head under his chin. Her hand rested on his shoulder, stroking him lightly.
He caressed her back in the same manner, causing a shiver to run through her.
“Cold?”
“No. Tired, but energetic. Does that sound weird?”
He chuckled, a slight vibrating rumble beneath her body. “Not at all. Maybe we can put that energy to better uses.”
“How?”
He laughed at her eager tone.
Maybe she should feel embarrassed, but she couldn’t summon the requisite energy.
“I remember that you ride horses.”
“Yes.” Serena wondered at the change in topic.
“How well do you ride?”
“I’m one of the best in the kingdom.”
His teeth flashed. “Great. How would you like to ride me?”
“Ride you?” A moment later, she blushed. Though Frederick couldn’t see her, she felt the heat blossoming in her cheeks. Surprisingly, she felt something else: the stirring of his cock against her thighs. “Again?”
“Yes, again and again.” He rolled over so that she was beneath him once again. In the same movement, his cock slid into her, filling her. Completion. She hadn’t realized how empty she was until this moment. He moved, and the terrible, pleasure-inducing rhythm began, sweeping her into the same -- yet more intense -- mind-numbing sensations which exploded over them both moments later.
He slumped down on top of her. She welcomed his heavy weight, stroking his perspiration-slick back.
“I’m too heavy.” He made a move to get off her.
“No.” She clutched at him, loving the feel of his body above hers and of his cock still within her. Conversing like this made things seem more intimate, as if there was just the two of them in the whole world. Even the pitter-patter of the rain against the roof and the windows appeared far away; she could barely hear it.
“For a while anyway.” He allowed some of his weight to settle on her, but most he still bore on the arms he planted on both sides of her on the bed. “What were we talking about?”
“Horse rides.”
He laughed. “Hardly horses.” He rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him. “I’ll teach you how to do a different kind of riding later. For now, we rest and recover our strength. You’ll need it.”
Chapter Seventeen
The queen opened her eyes, aware of an excitement simmering within her. She remembered
Today was the first day in her daughter’s life as future queen.
* * * * *
Giselda rolled over, stretching and yawning. Her eyes remained closed. She was so sleepy, as though she hadn’t had a good night’s rest.
She burrowed her head deeper into her pillow.
* * * * *
Serena woke, feeling refreshed and sore in places that hadn’t ached before. Smiling, she recalled the wonderful dream she’d had, of holding Frederick in her arms, of feeling him move inside her, of --
A muscular arm fell across her waist, cradling her against a hard, solid male body.
Serena stilled, breath lodged in her throat. She turned her head slowly --
And screamed.
* * * * *
It was the scream in his ear that woke him up, but the scream from the maid in the open doorway that brought the queen and a host of other servants into the room. The queen shooed them all out (thankfully!), and turned toward the bed with a triumphant smile on her face. And well she should, he realized, for today marked the culmination of all her schemes and devious plans.
“Good morning, Serena.” The queen glided closer to the bed. “Had a good night’s sleep? Why, you’ve been a very naughty girl. Who’s in there with you --” A stab of pure satisfaction shot through him at the look of stunned surprise on her face. “You!”
“Yes, me indeed.” Frederick uncoiled from the bed, after making sure that Serena’s modesty was protected. “Who’d you expect?” He ignored the avarice on the queen’s face as her glance slid downward. He pulled on his robe and had just tied the sash when Giselda burst into the room, her dress askew and her hair undone.
The queen gasped. “Giselda, what happened to you?”
“I just woke up. What happened here? Who screamed?”
“No. I mean, what happened to you?” The queen directed a pointed glance at Frederick.
“Let’s cut the pretending, Stepmother. I know all about your scheme.”
The hard edge in his voice and the menacing look he aimed at her caused her to tremble,
but the queen held up the pretense. No doubt she thought she could still pull it off. “What scheme are you talking about, Frederick? I don’t know anything about a scheme.”
His mouth hardened and the flinty look came into his eyes. “I’m talking about the scheme to have Giselda seduce me so that I would be forced to marry her. I’m also talking about the scheme to ruin an innocent young woman’s life.”
He saw the moment the queen admitted defeat.
“How -- how did you find out?” She backed a few steps and stumbled a little. Finally, she leaned against the wall, sagging.
“If you must know, it was your footman, Flamsey.”
“Flamsey!” The queen heaved with anger.
“Apparently, he was too cheerful when he went into the kitchen to get the milk you requested. One of my servants became suspicious and followed him, whereupon she saw you, my queen, slipping a little something into the glasses and instructing him to distribute the milk. With her help, we forced the truth from Flamsey. We were too late to prevent Serena from drinking hers, but since I had intended to be with her anyway, no harm was done. But what if we hadn’t discovered your plot, Stepmother?” His voice lowered dangerously. “Are you prepared to take all responsibility?”
“Who is this servant?”
“Mrs. Goode-Heart.”
“Mrs. Goode-Heart!” Giselda gasped.
For the first time, Frederick turned to his stepsister. “Ah yes, Mrs. Goode-Heart. She told me all about you, how you were practically dancing with glee as you readied yourself for the trip to my bedroom. But then, just as you stepped out of the room, you fell into a dead faint. She had to drag you back to bed all by herself. You might look thin, Giselda, but Mrs. Goode-Heart said you were a dead weight.” He smirked.
“I remember now.” Giselda’s eyes widened. “It was her! Mrs. Goode-Heart cast a spell over me and caused me to fall asleep. No wonder I still feel so sleepy right now. It’s not natural!”
Frederick snorted. “How could Mrs. Goode-Heart cast a spell? She’s just an ordinary woman. I’ve known her for years, and I’ve never once seen her cast a spell.” His eyes narrowed. “Such lame excuses don’t exclude you from the part you played in your mother’s schemes!”
Giselda’s chin came up. “So what are you going to do about it, Frederick? Tell the king and have us executed? I don’t see why you’re so angry about this. You have your wish. You can go ahead and marry Serena. I don’t care!”
There was a quaver in the queen’s voice as she turned to Frederick. “Will you ... will you tell the king?”
“You could’ve ruined my life.” He wasn’t prepared to show mercy.
“Please, Frederick, spare my daughter.”
“I want your word on one thing.”
The queen was quick to agree. “My word is my life.”
“From now on, you’ll both treat Serena as a member of the family. You’ll not harm her, scheme against her or give her a hard time. If even one hair from her head falls prematurely to the ground, I’ll hold you responsible for it, both of you. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Why did you make love with me, Serena?”
The queen and Giselda had retired. Serena had insisted on neutral ground for this conversation, so, after dressing, she and Frederick had moved to the music room.
She’d been standing by the piano, trailing her hand haphazardly over the keys. At Frederick’s question, she sat down on the bench in agitation. “You know the reason. I drank the milk ...”
“So? If Flamsey had gone to your room, you would still have thought you were making love with me. Whether I did it or my hallucination did it, it was still me. Why?”
“It was my choice.” Her lips were pursed tightly.
“Your choice to lose your virginity. I hope you aren’t hoping I’ll be gallant and ask for your hand in marriage, despite what I’ve just said. It’s just for show, you know, to --”
She whirled around and stalked toward him. “You don’t have to cut me any further. I know my place in your life. I’ll be on my way as soon as I gather my belongings. Then I’ll be gone and you-don’t-have-to-bother-with-me-anymore.” She punctuated each of her words with a jab of her finger on his chest.
Frederick stared at her in admiration. She was magnificent in her anger, a startling combination of beauty and courage and wit.
He felt strange -- and yet right -- at the tenderness coursing through him. There was gentleness in his hands as he caught her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. “Of course I have to. Even right now, you might be carrying the future Crown Prince of Mithirien.”
She drew herself up stiffly. “I assure you, that isn’t possible. This is not the right time.”
“Then we’ll just have to try again, don’t we?” Laughter lurked in the depths of his voice. “Until we get it right.”
He saw the moment his meaning got through to her. “What!” She screeched and tried to unlace her fingers from his. “I won’t be your mistress. No princess of Lazvinium has ever been anyone’s mistress.”
Truth at last. “So, you’re from Lazvinium.”
“No!”
“Ah.” Understanding dawned. “That’s why you knew about the pea test.”
“My mother read that story to me since I was a child. It was part of our legends.”
“Does it have any truth to it, do you think?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care!” She tried to tug her hand away.
“You haven’t answered my question.” He prodded her, wrapping both arms around her and breathing in the scent of her hair. Spring and flowers.
“It was my choice.” He loved that stubborn streak in her.
“Why did you choose to make love with me then?”
“Does everything have to have a reason?”
Frederick considered. “Not really. But my question has an answer somewhere, I’m sure. Somewhere in you.”
* * * * *
His arms around her felt wonderful, but her heart was breaking. Serena didn’t know why he didn’t just tell her to go, now that he’s had a taste of her. A whole night’s worth, in fact. Maybe he delighted in torture.
“All right!” She burst out. She was tired of the game. She hoped that after telling him, he’d release her and she’d never have to see him ever again. “I wanted you so much, I decided to have you. I never planned on marrying you.” Tears were running down her cheeks. “The queen was right. A princess has a duty and obligation to her people. After I leave here, I’m going back home and will marry as my father wished. Now let me go!”
“Silly girl.” His hands were gentle as he turned her in his arms and wiped her tears. “How could I let you go?”
“Huh?” Serena was dumbfounded, her tears momentarily stopping at the shock. “Quite easily, I should think. Just take your hands away and I’ll let myself out the door.” She hiccupped.
He laughed. He grabbed her and held her tight. “I can’t let you go. I love you, you see.”
Serena sniffed. “You should have told me earlier, instead of breaking my heart like that. Such a waste of tears.” She punched his chest lightly and then frowned up at him. “You’re not just lusting after my body, are you?”
His blue eyes laughed down at her. “No, not just lust. I do love you. I love your intelligence, your courage, your ... everything that makes you Serena. But be warned, I do lust after your body too.” He leered at her. “So, you’ll probably be seriously occupied after our marriage -- in the bedroom.”
She blushed. “Marriage?”
“Marry me? I know the procedure is to ask permission from your father first, but I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want and --”
“Yes.”
He whooped for joy. Scooping her into his arms, he whirled her around until they were both dizzy.
“Stop, stop!” Serena laughed, striking his chest weakly with her fists.
He held her ti
ghtly against him, and slid her down his body. Her eyes darkened, and she looked at his mouth. He gladly obliged her unspoken request.
When they came up for air a few minutes later, he propped his chin on her head as she nestled against him. “I forgot to ask. Why’d you scream this morning?”
She snuggled closer. “Oh, that. I thought last night was just a dream. When I realized it really did happen, I was so shocked and ecstatic that the scream just burst out.” Recalling the hatred and malice in the queen’s eyes, Serena shuddered.
“Cold?” He held her tighter to his warmth.
“I was just thinking how awful it would be if the queen’s scheme had been successful. What if it wasn’t you last night? I would have been ruined, but probably the old geezer wouldn’t even have noticed --”
“It didn’t happen.” His arms tightened around her. “Don’t think about it anymore.” A moment later, he continued in a quiet voice, “The queen saw you as a threat. She probably thought that even if I had taken Giselda’s virginity, there was still a chance that I wouldn’t marry her, if you were in the picture. She knew I never liked Giselda much. With you effectively ruined, it would be harder for me to take you as my wife, leaving me with no choice but to accept Giselda, considering the important responsibility of bearing the next generation of princes and princesses, as well as being the next queen.” He paused. “But what she didn’t know is that there’s no chance of that. Even if you had been with another man before me, I’d still want you. I’d still love you. And I’d still marry you.”
Serena’s eyes watered. “But your oath --”
“You’re a real princess, aren’t you?”
“But what if I weren’t?”
“I’d still marry you.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he beat her to it by saying, “Serena, I’ve realized something as I thought over my mother’s words.”
