Prince Charming and His Ladies in Wanting

by Vivi Anna

“This is my new handmaiden. She will be coming to live at the castle with us.”

  Snowden smiled and curtsied to Prince Philip. “I am honored to serve you, your Majesty.”

  He looked at Snowden, lustily aware that her breasts jiggled freely when she bowed down. “I still don’t understand, my lady. Where is Prince Edward?”

  “He left. I am not certain if we will ever see him again.”

  “Did he leave of his own free will?”

  Rose looked at Snowden. Snowden smiled and nodded. “Yes, he did.”

  “Very well. I will notify the King and Queen. They will want to speak with you, both of you.”

  “That is all fine and well, my dear Prince, but first you will attend to me.

  It has been far too long since I’ve felt your manly touch.” Rose untied her gown and let it slip to the floor. She stood wonderfully naked before him.

  She smiled wickedly and trailed a dainty hand over her heaving breast.

  Philip eyes bulged. His mouth grew dry. He waved to his guard.

  “Leave us.”

  The guard started to turn, reluctantly.

  “No wait,” Rose proclaimed.

  The guard stopped.

  “My handmaiden also needs attending to. She has had a long and trying night. What is your name?”

  The guard bowed. “Humbert, my lady.”

  Snowden perked up. She furrowed her brow at the guard. “Humbert?

  Surely you are not one of the old guard from Darkside Castle?”

  “Yes, my lady. I left that guard many years ago. I now serve Prince Philip.”

  She stepped toward him. She smiled. “Do you not recognize me, Humbert? Surely you remember the girl who you saved so many years ago.”

  Humbert looked up into Snowden’s face. His brow furrowed in concentration. Recognition flickered across his handsome face. “Snowden?

  It cannot be you.”

  “It is, my dear Humbert. I’m all grown up.”

  His gaze lowered to her full breasts and down to the vee between her legs. “I have noticed.”

  “Oh how I’ve missed you.” Snowden launched herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her hungry mouth to his.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed onto her buttocks and lifted her up into his powerful body.

  Rose watched the reunion with lust in her eyes. She turned back to her husband. “Now, that that is taken care of.”

  Philip crossed the room and swept his wife into his arms. He smashed his mouth down on hers. Their tongues collided violently. She tasted like wild fire and sex. He had never tasted that on her before. She was like a brand new woman to him. Wild, reckless, without restraint.

  “You have never been like this before.”

  “I have never wanted you as much.”

  He laid her on the hard wooden floor. There was no room or time for comforts. He lay beside her and gazed down at her body, trailing his hand over every inch of her writhing body, lingering at her most sensitive spots.

  Humbert lay Snowden down on the floor next to them. He lay on her but put a knee up between her spread legs. He didn’t want to crush her with his full weight. They continued to kiss, their hands racing over each other.

  Searching for exposed flesh. Humbert found her breasts. He molded them in his large hand. He circled her hardened peaks with his thumb.

  She moaned into his mouth. “More. Go faster. Take me.”

  Humbert raised her gown and bunched it at her waist. His fingers brushed her sex. She was wet and open for him. He lightly slid his finger into her opening.

  “Harder. Faster. Don’t be gentle,” she whimpered.

  Humbert jammed his other fingers into her. He swirled them around inside her, prying her open. Making her sopping so he could ram his cock into her without haste. He flicked her clit with his thumb. Her body rocked at the sensations.

  He moved his mouth down to her breast. He sucked hard on her nipple.

  He reached down and unbelted his trousers. He unfurled his throbbing cock. He guided it into her open sex.

  Snowden cried out as he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around him and held on as he pumped faster.

  Spurred on by the sound of their union, Philip released his cock from his pants. He rubbed the tip over Rose’s skin. She was soft and silky on his flesh.

  “Do you want me to put my cock in you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  “Will you be a loyal and obedient wife?”

  “Yes.” Her voice shaking.

  “You will fornicate with other men?”

  “No. Please, my lord. Please release me from this lustful rage.”

  Philip rolled her over onto her stomach. He pushed her down onto the scratchy wood floor. He lay on top of her back. He spread her legs with his knee. He reached down between them, and guided his cock into her burning orifice. They moaned together as he slid into her easily. He pressed his mouth onto her back, kissing her tenderly. He reached under her and found his way to her aching center. He pressed down hard on the swollen nub.

  Snowden was nearing release. She turned head and looked at Rose.

  Their eyes locked. Their message sent. Snowden reached over and took Rose’s hand in hers. They linked their fingers.

  Humbert’s hands were pulling at her nipples, pinching them between finger and thumb. She groaned and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure rippled over her body. Snowden reached down and rubbed at her clit. She wanted to erupt. Her insides were melting, like lava in a volcano. She rubbed at it harder and faster, desperate for her release.

  Humbert groaned loudly. He sat back and grabbed her legs. He pushed them back toward her breasts. She nearly split in half. He thrust himself forward, burying deep inside her cunt. She could feel him in her throat as his hot seed spewed forth like a geyser.

  Snowden came violently as Humbert’s seed was spent. Her legs pushed forward nearly knocking him back, but he held on. She bowed her back as the orgasm tore through her. She never took her eyes off Rose.

  Shock after shock bolted her. It seemed like the assault would never cease. She clamped her eyes shut, and ground her teeth. She almost passed out as the blood left her head and rushed to her sex.

  Humbert held on tightly as the pleasure savaged her. He felt her sex tighten around him and felt her heart bursting in her chest. He pressed his body to hers, encouraging her pleasure to take her under.

  As she watched Snowden orgasm, Rose’s lust intensified. She bucked against Philip. She wanted it harder and faster. He continued to go slow.

  He tortured her mercilessly with his long purposeful strokes. She tried to grind her sex into his hand. But instead he tapped rhythmically at her clit with his thumb. He pushed her down with his body, holding her still as he slid in and out lazily. He would slide his cock out until his very tip then slide right back in to the hilt. He did this continually. Every time he did this, he could feel Rose’s cunt contract around him to keep him snug inside.

  From her labored breaths, he knew she was close to climax.

  He pressed down on her clit. He rubbed at it fiercely. His pumping quickened. His strokes deepened.

  Rose felt her body tighten. She was going to come. She pushed back against Philip, driving him deeper into her cunt. She squeezed Snowden’s hand fiercely as she erupted onto Philip’s hand.

  “Oh, Philip!” She wailed.

  He drove into her. His cock ready to explode. “I love you, Rose Briar.”

  Her eyes snapped open as he spilled his seed deep inside. They came together in a hot wet rush of delight. He continued to move inside her, prolonging the passion.

  Snowden and Humbert nuzzled each other as their passion cooled. He tucked himself into his trousers and dropped her gown. They kissed tenderly.

  Philip pulled out of Rose and rolled off of her back. He tucked himself back in. Rose rolled over to look at him. She pulled down her gown back over her body.

  “You know
who I am?”

  “Yes.”

  “Who told you?”

  “Why Jack of course.”

  “How long have you known?”

  “Since always. Jack told me of your scheme from the beginning. I went along with it.”

  She sat up and looked down at him, confusion wrinkled her brow. “But why?”

  “Because I wanted you. And if that was how I would have you, then so be it.”

  “Did you know about…?”

  “You and Jack?”

  She nodded.

  “Yes, but it was what you wanted, so I turned my head.”

  Rose placed her hand gently on his cheek. She smiled sweetly. “I thought it was what I wanted, but it is not. It is you that I long for. It is you that I crave.”

  Philip placed his hand over hers. He moved her hand to his mouth. He placed a kiss to her palm. “Then the woman was right.”

  Rose’s smiled faded. She stole her hand away. “What woman?”

  “Nothing you should concern yourself with.”

  Philip stood up and adjusted his clothes. He wiped at the dirt on his pants. Rose stood up beside him, anger flushing her face. “What woman?

  How did you know where to find us?”

  “Intuition.” Philip tapped his head.

  Rose lunged forward and swiped his blade from his sheath. She pressed the point to his groin. “How?”

  “A woman. A blond woman, with stormy eyes. She told me of the plan to kidnap Jack. She also told me about my wife’s decadent desires.”

  Rose cursed under her breath. She dropped the blade. “I knew it. She betrayed us.”

  Philip sheathed his sword and grabbed Rose around the waist. “She did not. She freed us, don’t you see? Did you not find your happiness with me?

  Is your handmaiden not pleased by her returning hero?”

  Rose glanced behind her at Snowden and Humbert. They were joined together. Arms wrapped around their bodies. She turned back and gazed into her husband’s golden eyes. She smiled.

  “Then we indeed have our happy ending.” She nestled into his arms.

  They kissed passionately.

  “But what of Cinda Rella and Prince Charming? Do you think they will find their happy ending?” Snowden asked.

  “Maybe. It is not for us to know. Cinda will change their destiny.”

  Snowden hugged her woodsman close. “Just as she changed ours.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Cinda Rella stopped the carriage on the crest of the hill. She looked to the east. A faint pink glow illuminated the horizon. The sun would soon rise.

  She heard a moan in the back of the coach. Her Prince must be stirring.

  He had slept the past hours, drugged by his spent passion. Best to get him home before he fully revived.

  Another low moan came from the carriage. Cinda dismounted the driver’s seat to check on her quarry. Maybe he had been injured in the ride.

  They did encounter a few major holes in the unused road.

  Cinda opened the door and peered inside. Jack was sitting up on the seat, eyes closed, head lolling back and forth. He was wrapped in her cloak.

  He looked fevered.

  “Jack?” She reached for him.

  His eyes snapped open. He reached out and grabbed her arm. He yanked her into the carriage. She scraped her knees on the way in. He dumped her on the floor. He sat on her, pinning her arms back over her head.

  He grinned down at her. “Looks like I have control now, Mistress.”

  She struggled hard against his restraint. But he was strong. His entire body weight keeping her on the hard carriage floor wedged between the two seats.

  He leaned down close to her face. “Struggling just makes me happier.”

  “You will pay for this.”

  “I was counting on it.” He licked her across her parted lips. She snapped at him like a rabid dog, nearly catching his tongue between her teeth.

  “Careful, Mistress. Wouldn’t want to injure my instrument of pleasure.

  It has pleased you on more than one occasion.”

  “If you don’t get off of me, I will be biting off more than just your tongue.”

  Jack laughed. “Now you’re just teasing me. No one likes a tease.”

  Cinda could feel him grow hard as he sat on her stomach. She looked down at his crotch and saw his cock quiver.

  He saw where her eyes rested. He looked down at himself. “See something you like, Mistress?”

  She looked back at his face. “No.”

  “Liar. I imagine if I touched you between your legs you would be as hot and wet as a whore.”

  “You will never get that chance.” Cinda raised her legs to his head, and brought them together. She smacked his head with her ankles. She continued her assault until she could feel him loosen his grip on her arms.

  She pulled an arm out from him and brought it up hard into his sternum.

  She knocked him back, affording her room to escape. She sat up and scrambled past him, as he rubbed at the injury on his chest.

  She was half way out the carriage window, before Jack grabbed her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her chest and pulled her back into him. She grabbed onto the window’s edge.

  Jack brought his arms back in. He looked down at Cinda. She was in a precarious position. Her upper body was out the window, her lower body still in the carriage. She was bent over, her buttocks protruding seductively toward him. He decided to take advantage of her situation.

  He nuzzled into her back end. He pressed a hand on her back keeping her still.

  Cinda started to struggle. “What are you doing?”

  “Teaching you a valuable lesson.” Jack reached a hand under her skirt and raised it up. He bunched it at her waist. She was naked underneath. He gazed down at her pale cheeks. They were firm and soft. He trailed a hand over the skin.

  Cinda squirmed under the touch.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “No,” she said indignantly.

  “How about this?” Jack raised his hand and brought it down smartly on her right cheek.

  Cinda looked over her shoulder at Jack. He could see the lust in her eyes. The desire flushed across her sweaty face.

  He slapped her again on the ass. This time, the left cheek. He brought his hand up again. He brought it down hard across them both.

  Cinda moaned at the contact. She writhed under the brutal touch. She could feel her sex weep with delight.

  Jack brought his hand down repeatedly across her ivory flesh. The skin became redder with each slap. Hot to the touch. He could smell her lust ripen with each spank.

  “You have been a very bad girl, Mistress Cinda. Bad girls must be punished.”

  She whimpered with each smack of his hand. Her body quivered as the sting of his slap radiated up her spine. She pushed her buttocks up to meet each whack.

  Jack looked down at her red bottom. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread her apart. He gazed down at her open sex. She glistened with desire. Her thighs were slick with it.

  “You took your punishment well. Now I will reward you.”

  Jack kneeled down, his face level with her ass. He leaned forward and buried his face in her. He lapped at her juices. He burrowed his tongue deep inside her and sucked out the tangy fluid. He found her throbbing clit with his fingers, rubbing at it.

  Cinda clamped her eyes shut as the sensations exploded throughout her body. Her breath came in pants. Her heart thudded fiercely against her chest. She was afraid it would burst.

  Jack raised himself. He wiped his slick face with her dress. He stood erect behind her, his head skimming the roof of the carriage. He took his throbbing cock in hand and guided it to her opening.

  “Hang on, Mistress. I don’t want you to fall out when I pound myself into you.”

  Cinda gripped the window tightly, her knuckles turning white. She felt him enter her slowly, stretching to accommodate his thick girth. She ground her teeth as surge
after surge of pleasure washed over her.

  Jack moved slowly in her, feeling every fleshy inch of her. He smoothed his hands over her flushed cheeks. He felt her jolt when he touched the tenderness. He slid them over to her hips. He gripped them tightly, as he began to slide his cock in and out.

  With every thrust of his cock, Cinda could feel the exquisite pain of pressure on her tender ass. His body slammed into her sore flesh with each stroke. The pleasure and the pain blended into a symphony of sensations singing throughout her body. She groaned loudly with each note.

  Jack rammed into her repeatedly. His legs began to quake. He held on to her fiercely, afraid to let go. He pulled her to him, even as he pushed into her. He could tell she was close to the edge. He wanted to drive her over.

  Cinda felt it slam violently into her. She cried out as her whole body shook with climax. It was like an earthquake that started deep in her belly and radiated out to the very tips of her toes and fingers. She opened her eyes but saw nothing but white stars flash before her.

  Jack kept ramming into her, even as she contracted around him. He desperately sought his own release. Even as sweat poured off him and dripped onto her bare bottom, Jack continued to pump. He squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth. He was going to come. They cried out together as he thrust deeply into her. Cinda felt him erupt into her womb.

  Spent, Jack pulled back. He sat down, exhausted, on the carriage seat, tugging Cinda with him. She stayed on his lap having neither the energy nor inclination to move. Their breathing slowed. Their minds cleared.

  Cinda turned around on his lap so she faced him. She looked down at his half-closed eyes. “Satisfied?”

  He grinned and opened his eyes fully. “Very.”

  She smiled. It turned to laughter. “You were amazing.”

  “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Do you think they suspected?”

  “No. You were very convincing.” He kissed her chin.

  “So were you.”

  Cinda covered his mouth with hers. They kissed passionately, tongues mating. Cinda pulled away.

  “I still would have left them to hang.”

  Jack chuckled. “I know, my dear. But Snowden and Rose deserve their happiness. I have deceived them both.”