That was when, as these kinds of thoughts were forming and crystallizing in his mind, he was fortunate enough to get a stepsister. And with that his life changed, slowly but surely. Here, suddenly, appeared the answer to all his concerns. Here was one girl who could be all that he wanted, and more, all in one person.
And what a girl! Kenrick, in his long and varied experience with women, across countries, races and nationalities, had never seen an example like this one.
Was she beautiful? She was. Was she sexy? She was. Would she make a great girlfriend? Yes. And that ultimate test: Was she worthy to be taken home, as wife material?
She was.
And, now the clincher: Was she intelligent and not daft? Yes. Indeed, Addie busted quite a few myths that had been happily residing in Kenrick's head.
Myth #1: Women had no brains, only boobs. This was the foremost of them all. But here was a living example, which he encountered for the first time in his life, that contradicted this myth. Not only had Addie a fine set of the sexiest tits, her mind was so sharp, that alone could give any man a hard-on.
Myth #2: All commoners were nincompoops. He had long believed, with a distant nod to the Magna Carta, that royalty was bestowed with intelligence by the heavens. And that the common folk were dumb. But now suddenly, there seemed to be brainy commoners all around him. There was Addie, who was the queen among them; then there was Kate, who was not too bad either; and lately even Phil was showing signs of having a complete set of brain, including both the left and the right lobes. This was a revelation.
Myth #3: He was the most superior of them all, and he need not kneel (figuratively of course) in front of anyone. While he could believe in that drivel till the cows came home, the fact remained that Addie could – and had – given him the drubbing of his life. The mighty Prince Kenrick was at once reduced to wallowing on the floor, crying out for mercy.
Myth #4: His cock was the conqueror. Women needed to queue up for a taste of Kenrick's tool, and in reality it happened that way, till a certain someone came along and reduced his privileged penis to rank unemployment. That certain someone cast such a spell on the unsuspecting prince that he forgot about all the other women who were crowding outside his bedroom. In other words, the prince got the education of his life: A big cock had its place in a woman's world, and more precisely in her body, but however long or hard it was, it could never replace that soft, slender, subtle emotion called love. This one single emotion could make the world's hardest cock go limp. And, in this case, it did just that.
Myth #5… In fact, there seemed to be so many myths that it was irrelevant to list them beyond a point. Suffice it to say that the mammoth ego of His Royal Highness Prince Kenrick was deflated, never to inflate to such a degree again anytime soon, punctured as it was by his new stepsister, the commoner-turned-royal.
And here he was, standing in front of her like a devotee before a deity, speechless worshipper before his goddess, waiting for a silent sign from her to continue his devotion or stop it for the moment.
Kenrick unconsciously wiped his lips. The impact of that epic kiss had not left him, nor had the pressed body of Addie with her soft breasts grazing him first and then crushing against his broad chest.
He got an instant hard-on.
Chapter Forty-Five
The kiss had ended, but Addie was still reeling under its impact.
The next instant, Kenrick was all over her.
He tore at her blouse and there it was – her awesome breasts trapped inside her Victoria's Secret bra. He went crazy; he buried his head in them, trying to break through her cleavage, holding her back and pressing her to his face from behind, and with his free hand, cupping her tit and squeezing it to glory.
She was sitting arched, accommodating him, holding his head and brushing it all over her chest. It had been so sudden, so unexpected, that Addie was almost falling back, but Kenrick was holding her.
By now his hand left her tits and went behind to her ass, creaming it over her jeans. Then he rushed that hand to the front, where it fumbled with her fly. Addie reached down and unbuttoned her jeans; he ripped open the zipper in a flash, and his hand was inside her panties.
He groped inside and found the treasure he wanted. It was soft, wet and hot. He went nuts… He withdrew his hand, lifted Addie up and threw her on the sofa. Then he pulled her jeans out, displaying her long, shapely legs. He fell on them like a man gone mad, pinching them and kneading them… Then he pulled her panties down, and tore at that too…
Then he buried his head between her legs.
Kenrick was not the type who ate pussy. It depended on the woman who merited it. In his cunt-hunting career of almost ten years, not once did he do that; not a single woman was worthy enough. It was only now, after he had met Addie, and after he had experienced her pussy for himself, that he wanted to eat it desperately.
Addie was in seventh heaven; she had only heard of these things. Nor had she imagined they would happen to her. She held on to his head, with his tongue exploring her golden triangle like a second dick, and sat back on the sofa, her eyes closed, her mind lost somewhere, her lips letting out a faint moaning sound.
She had no idea how long Kenrick was down there; when she opened her eyes next, he was on top of her, and her breasts were bare, and he was drinking from them. He held one of her tits tight; the other was firmly inside his mouth, his tongue playing with its taut nipple.
Her ecstasy was unending, her eyes closed by themselves, and Kenrick had the sex of his life exploring the different treasures that were on offer. At one point, he did not know whether to suck at her tits, or to reach up and lock her lips in yet another gridlock, and use his tongue to its maximum potential.
By now, drunk with passion, Addie started her own exploration. Her hand traveled along his leg and found that enormous cock of his – it was half the length of her small arm. She fondled it, held it, pressed it mildly – he moaned in turn – and played with it. But of course, she wanted more.
Now the wild Addie took charge. She pushed him aside with superhuman strength, standing them both up while never letting go of his tremendous tool, and knelt down in front of him, inviting his massive rod into her mouth.
Kenrick liked it thoroughly. Somehow, with Addie, he had thought that he would have to do all the hard work, and that she would be passive; but here was this ecstatic initiative from her. Addie could see through the corner of her eye – the prince was just standing, gently swaying his hips, and giving his dick an occasional thrust. She loved it and sucked his cock even more.
In fact, she elevated it to high art. The way she was sucking his dick, the kind of expertise she displayed, who could have said she was doing it for the first time? She had a natural talent for it, and she used that to her fullest advantage. She would suck from the root, suck along the shaft, then suck the tip, giving it a gentle nibble – just enough to get him to scream out in pleasure.
Kenrick thought he would come in her mouth. But for some reason, he didn't really want that. Was it because she was too precious; her face, her mouth, her lips were too dear, and he did not want to dirty it all? Or was it because he wanted to get out of her mouth and come inside her, the good old way?
He pushed her head back, took his cock out and pushed her back on the sofa. Now he fell on her and tried to thrust his dick into her wet and waiting pussy. Of course, no man could do it alone – so she reached out to guide him. She held his sizzling hot rod in her hand and took it to the tip of her pussy. The next instant it was thrust inside with such an almighty heave that she let out a breathless cry.
This was her big moment; this was when her virginity was being cracked open by the man she yearned for, the man she wanted for the job, just like she'd kept fantasizing for nights. Her bliss was double – because it was Kenrick, and because it was Kenrick. He was making love to her, and he was the one who took her virginity, the one who broke open the doors of paradise for her, the one who deserved it all, what she had been
guarding all her young life.
Kenrick was now thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, holding her like a ragdoll and piercing her more with each thrust of his spear. He was crushing her, he was making mincemeat of her. Somewhere in the midst of that unstoppable madness, he paused... probably he felt something…
"Darling," his whisper was hoarse.
She just looked at him, her eyes posing the question.
"Virgin?"
She did not know how to react. Would he like it if she said the truth? Or would he hate her for it? She decided to stick to the facts.
She nodded in the affirmative.
Kenrick's eyes shone the brightest. She was unsure – would he explode? Well, he did – in sheer frenzy. He grabbed her face and smothered it with a million kisses.
And what he had paused – his unfinished business – he now resumed with renewed vigor. Here was the girl he loved, the woman he craved for night after night; here she was under him, and him inside her – and she was a virgin!
Kenrick wanted nothing more from life; now he could even die. He'd received more than he wanted, far more than he could ever hope for! He thrust and thrust and thrust, and under him, she throbbed and throbbed…
He was thrusting, she was throbbing, and they galloped together till their hooves united, their moans became one, and they peaked at the same point high in the clouds, when their bodies exploded as one.
Then there was just silence echoing in the corridors.
Chapter Forty-Six
That was the biggest orgasm he had ever had.
That was the greatest sex he had ever had.
That was the sexiest girl he had ever had.
Kenrick should know, he was the acknowledged guru of the discipline, with enviable domain knowledge. And if he proclaimed something as ultimate, there was no one to contest that.
Now, as he reclined on the sofa, he was spent like never before in his life. He was exhausted yes, but it was a sweet kind of fatigue, and his mind was ticking fast. His mental prowess was suddenly heightened, and he could take a game of chess with the masters now if he cared.
He turned around and looked at Addie. She was smiling, breathing hard, but gently, the high of the orgasm slowly ebbing out of her. He felt a sense of achievement. It was true, what they said about earning women as opposed to conquering them. The joy was different. And so was the pride.
With Addie, he had attained both. He'd conquered her as well as earned her. Of course, she would not make out the difference. His way of conquering her was in the garb of earning her. She did not know him too well. Not yet.
"Hey," he called out to her.
She looked at him, her smile gone weak after all the exhaustion.
"Liked it?"
It was something he would ask every girl he had laid. He needed to be told that it was great, out of this world, heavenly, give me more, and so on. He needed to hear it, so that he could dump them without any respect.
"Terrific," came the whisper from Addie.
"Great," he said trying to get up, his massive tool hanging to a side – still a marvel to look at even when limp.
She reached her hand to touch his irresistible big tool, but Kenrick moved away.
"Bitches get it only once in their lifetime."
W-h-a-t! What was that again?
Addie could not believe what she'd just heard. Did Kenrick actually say it?
"Yes, you heard me right, bitch."
His voice was even, he was calm. It was the simplest sentence he had ever spoken. And he meant it.
Addie's jaw dropped.
"They all want to touch it once more," the prince said, getting into his drawers.
"But so sorry, my sweet. That's when I dump them, drag them off my four-poster bed. Got it, you cunt?"
"Kenrick, I…"
"Kenrick?"
He gave a vicious look, his nostrils flaring.
"It's 'His Royal Highness Prince Kenrick Royce', in case you forgot, slut. Forgot all your manners, have you, you whore?"
Addie hung her head. She could not determine if this was real or if it was a dream. Was this the same Kenrick, the one she loved, the one she'd wanted to take her virginity?
"Sorry, I guess you can't be a whore," came his voice.
"Because looks like you said the truth. See that."
He pointed to a spot on the sofa. There were a few drops of blood, dark, fresh and gleaming.
"You were indeed a virgin, thank you for that. I dig tearing virgins apart."
He was dressed up and ready to leave. He saw Addie's clothes still scattered all over the place. As he walked, he used his feet to gather them together. Then he picked it all up.
"Now," he said, looking at her point-blank.
"Get the fuck out of here."
He threw the bundle of clothes in her face.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Addie never got up from bed the next morning.
Every bone and every muscle in her body was aching. But more than the physical hurt, the emotional pain was excruciating.
She had gone totally wrong. Terribly, unpardonably. Addie, who was the most careful person on the planet. How could this have happened to her? It was not an error, it was not a mistake, it was the most colossal blunder of her life. How could she face herself in the mirror?
This wound, she knew, would not heal so easily. Even time, who was the ultimate healer, would find it tough.
Everything that she'd feared, had happened. Everything that happened to hundreds of women before, had happened to her. Everything that should never have happened, had happened.
What was the big deal about her, anyway? For someone like Kenrick, from his powerful position, all women looked the same. Felt the same. Even fucking them was the same experience.
And she was just like the rest. Fucked and discarded. Thrown out of his four-poster bed, just as he had declared. Shame on her!
In one terrible aspect, she was worse off than the rest. At least the other women could run away from him with their bodies and egos bruised. But she was unlucky – she could not! She had to live with him in the same palace, and even see him and interact with him often – as if nothing had happened.
This would be torture!
*****
The previous evening, after the marathon sex session (she thought it was lovemaking, but it was not), Kenrick had left before her. He had flung her clothes at her face, and asked her to get the fuck out of there.
Addie, still wondering if he could be so rude to someone he was 'dying for', had no clue what to do. It was already getting dark outside – yes, their session had lasted well over three hours. The entire Hall was empty; there was not a soul in the premises. And she needed to get out – before she was discovered in her state of disarray. That would definitely be a scandal, involving her for the first time, and she wanted none of that. She shuddered to think what her mother would have had to go through.
Gathering her wits about her, and her things, she quickly got into her clothes, picked up her bag and stepped out of the private cubicle. The empty corridors and halls put the fear of the unknown in her. And getting out, the fear of the known. All that was needed was any palace official to spot her; in fact, she dreaded, Kenrick might have even planted someone strategically to catch her coming out.
Fortunately, there was none of that. She walked out and took the detour via the workers' quarters to her chambers. This was as much as to avoid running into anyone on the main route, as to walk through what resembled her neighborhood where she used to live.
It was the second time she had used it as a thoroughfare. And now, being evening, the place was livelier: Children were playing, the women were out for a walk with their babies in prams, and the elderly were sitting on benches lining the avenue. There was chatter everywhere. There were birds flying home in formation. There was life there.
She sighed. For all her lofty thinking and loftier ideals, this had to happen. From what heights had she fallen, and fr
om where she had reached!
As she walked by, surprisingly alone from their point of view, everyone stood up and curtseyed. And in spite of her delicate state, she nodded at all of them, and had a smile for each. They knew that she was a simple middle class girl, so they suspected that she had a soft corner for them. They were not wrong.
This was a lesson for her, she ruminated. A bitter lesson for someone who only talked but never walked the talk. To her, it seemed destined to occur, a timely if tough reminder for her to stay grounded, to not take this royalty circus seriously.
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