The Princess's Bride

by K T Grant

  Chelsey lifted her head and gave Daisy a deep, tongue-licking kiss. "Do you like how I taste?"

  Daisy nodded and arched her back as Chelsey licked a line from the center of her chest to her stomach. She pressed kisses across Daisy's navel and wrapped her arms around her to keep her still.

  "I want to eat you, Daisy. Will you let me again, like I did a few nights ago?"

  Daisy closed her eyes and nodded. She bit her lip and turned her head.

  Chelsey blew on Daisy's curls and sifted her fingers through the damp locks. Chelsey stuck a finger in between her lover's swollen, slippery lips, and Daisy's tight entrance swallowed the digit with ease.

  "P-please Chelsey, eat me." Daisy covered her face with her arm and bit down on the inside of her elbow to stop from screaming too loudly.

  "I can only imagine how my tongue will be swallowed by your greedy, plump darling lips." Chelsey lifted Daisy's right leg over her shoulder, spread open her pussy and stuck her tongue straight into her creamy center.

  " Urgh." Daisy bit down on her arm as Chelsey's tongue lapped around her steaming cunt.

  She was drenched, dripping down Chelsey's throat as she pulsed and grinded her core against Chelsey's face.

  Chelsey bobbed her head as she pushed her mouth in further, using her whole tongue to mimic the sex act Daisy never had experienced before. She pressed in her nose, deeply inhaling her milky fluid. She wanted her entire face to be surrounded by Daisy's essence, to always remember this night, so that she could take a small part of her sweet lady with her when she left.

  Daisy pounded her foot against the mattress, overcome with such incredible pleasure. Her breath stopped as Chelsey lifted her head and the moonlight hit her face. She trembled with desire at seeing Chelsey's face glistening with her satisfaction.

  Chelsey bit down hard on the inside of Daisy's leg, causing her to moan.

  "Yes, mark me," Daisy whimpered, and Chelsey bit down again. She sucked hard, and Daisy pulled her legs up. Chelsey took in a deep breath and dropped her head back down to eat at Daisy's pussy.

  Daisy grabbed onto Chelsey's hair. "I want… want to taste you also."

  Chelsey looked up and pushed her thumb against Daisy's clit. The sudden force of pleasure made Daisy cry out and grab a pillow. She covered her face and screamed. She came so hard that every single part of her body shook, and her heart jumped up into her throat.

  She lay there, recovering, when Chelsey lifted the pillow away from her head and gave her a deep kiss. She pressed her fingers into Daisy's mouth along with her tongue.

  "Taste me, Daisy. My fingers are covered with my own release."

  Daisy licked the coated fingers and reached down in between Chelsey's legs for more.

  Chelsey grabbed hold of the bottom of the wooden headboard as Daisy moved her head down and rubbed her nose in between her curls.

  Daisy kissed Chelsey's core and tugged hard at her mound with her teeth, causing Chelsey to flinch. Daisy looked up in a daze.

  "Sorry," she mumbled, petting Chelsey's mound in apology.

  "Come here." Chelsey held her arms open and Daisy climbed into them.

  "I want to give you such wonderful pleasures… like you have given me." Daisy whispered and laid her head on Chelsey's bosom. She flicked one of Chelsey's large, extended nipples and leaned over to lap at it with her tongue.

  Chelsey rubbed her hands and up and down Daisy's back. She let out a loud yawn. "That feels lovely. Don't worry about it. We can always practice some more."

  Daisy continued to lick at Chelsey's nipples. "I love how your nipples taste. I do wish I had more time to practice with you. But how can that be?"

  When Chelsey didn't respond, Daisy glanced up. Chelsey had fallen asleep. Her mouth was open, and she was snoring lightly.

  Daisy drummed her fingers over Chelsey's stomach and thought about waking her up by sticking her tongue into her pussy. But since she’d already caused Chelsey some discomfort, she gave up on that idea.

  She grabbed her blanket and drew it over them both. Daisy laid her head on Chelsey's shoulder and watched over the woman who meant so much to her. Tears came to her eyes again, knowing that Chelsey would have to leave soon and there was nothing she could do to stop her.

  Her eyelids began to droop. She snapped them open; she didn't want to fall asleep. She needed to stay awake and watch Chelsey. If she succumbed to her slumber, their time together would be shortened.

  Daisy lost the fight after a few minutes. She looked at Chelsey's face and lightly touched her scabbing cut, where some scarring would surely occur. She snuggled closer against her wonderful, darling and saucy lover, and closed her eyes, falling into slumber.

  ****

  A light caress across her cheek made Daisy open her eyes. She covered a yawn, stretched and blinked, bringing her room back in focus. The muted early morning shadows crossed over her bed, and she turned to look at Chelsey.

  Chelsey lay awake on her side and placed her palm over Daisy's bruised cheek. She leaned in and kissed her softly across the lips.

  "Why are you crying?" Daisy asked and touched her thumb over the corner of Chelsey's eye. Chelsey blinked as a tear fell down her cheek. She didn't say a word and kissed Daisy again.

  Daisy rolled onto her back, and the sheet dipped low, exposing her naked breasts.

  Chelsey's eyes grew bright, and she placed kisses over Daisy's nipples. She pushed her hand down and in between Daisy's legs, making her squirm as two fingers slid into her core.

  "Chelsey," she moaned. Her eyes flickered shut.

  "Hush now, Daisy. Let me love you one last time before I leave."

  Chelsey suckled on one of Daisy's breasts while she circled Daisy's pussy lips and pinched her clit. Daisy let out a sob, and Chelsey kissed her way up Daisy's throat, lapping away at the salt on her skin.

  Daisy held Chelsey tightly and, when she started to come, Chelsey pushed in a third finger and pressed her forehead against Daisy's. They both stared at one another intently until, with a final shudder, Daisy fell apart in Chelsey's arms.

  They shared deep, tongue-licking kisses until the first morning rays began to lighten up the room.

  Sometime later, Chelsey sat up. Daisy grabbed hold of her neck. "Please don't leave me, Chelsey. I can't go on without you!"

  Chelsey let out a light snort and tapped her finger on Daisy's chin. "Life will go on for you, princess. No need for dramatics now. Before you can blink, I will be back to take you away."

  "You promise?" Daisy leaned up and kissed Chelsey again, trying to pull her back down.

  "Daisy, I must go." Chelsey gave her one last peck on her lips. "If I stay much longer, I will be caught and possibly thrown into prison."

  Daisy wiped her cheeks. Her tears continued to fall steadily.

  Chelsey stood and held out her hand. "Come. Let us go over to your window. You can say goodbye and watch me climb down."

  Daisy rose naked from her bed without a care and grabbed onto Chelsey's hand. They walked over to her window. Chelsey unlocked the latch and opened it. She closed her eyes and breathed in the humid morning air.

  "It feels like it may be another warm one." She sat on the ledge and swung her leg over the sill.

  Daisy held Chelsey's hand close against her breast. "You must promise to write me every day. Please, please do not forget me."

  Chelsey brushed back on a strand of Daisy's hair from her shoulder. "Whatever you desire, my Daisy." She grabbed Daisy by the back of her head and nipped at her lips.

  Daisy moaned and kissed Chelsey hard. Chelsey's teeth nicked her lip, causing it to bleed.

  Chelsey lifted her head and pressed a finger over her bottom lip. Her finger came away with Daisy's blood.

  "I have marked you," Daisy said in a low voice and held out a hand to touch Chelsey's face again. But at the last moment she backed away and wrapped her arms around her waist.

  Chelsey licked her finger and lips. "Take care, princess. Always remember me."

>   "But of course I will remember you! Why would you say such a thing? We will see each other soon."

  Chelsey gave Daisy a playful grin and swung her other leg over the side. She took hold of the wooden trellis and climbed her way down the side of the house.

  Tuck let out a low cry. Daisy moved to the side and watched Chelsey’s descent. When she reached the bottom safely, Daisy released a gust of air she had been holding and covered her mouth with a shaking hand as Chelsey glanced around. With one final wave up at Daisy's bedroom window, she sprinted across the field and down the dirt path. She never turned back.

  Daisy kept watch until Chelsey vanished from sight.

  Daisy slid down the wall and pressed her face against her folded knees. Deep sobs overtook her as she wept. When all her tears were spent, she lay on the cool, dusty floor, breathing deeply.

  She eventually wiped her face and stood as the bright sun rose in the sky.

  Daisy looked out over the vast fields and valleys. "I love you so much, Chelsey," she whispered.

  She waited by the window the rest of the morning and late into the evening. When her father finally unlocked her bedroom door, she was still standing vigil.

  Day after day, week after week, Daisy waited for word from Chelsey. It never came.

  A year to the day after Chelsey’s departure, after all four seasons had passed, Daisy still waited.

  When her father passed away from a stroke more than five years later, Daisy still waited.

  And there was never any letter sent. Or any message. And most importantly, no Chelsey.

  Chapter Four

  Eight years later…

  The cherry blossom tree standing in the middle of the garden was in full bloom. Bees buzzed around the sunflowers, and through the ankle-high grass, cicadas sang to one another in a symphony. Daisy sat on a bench behind the house, reading from one of her gardening books. She glanced up, taking in a deep breath, and lifted her face up to the shining sun on this spring day.

  In a few hours she would have to play hostess, but for now she had a moment to herself, away from all the chores that she was responsible for as the lady of the house.

  Soon enough she would be in charge of another household altogether, and that caused her stomach to tighten. To think at twenty-five she would finally be leaving her childhood home and running her own, one that was much larger and quite daunting.

  "Daisy?" Thomas called out as he walked across the patio and out onto the lawn.

  Daisy closed her book and placed it on her lap as her brother sat down next to her.

  "Taking a break?" she asked, giving him a small smile.

  Thomas pushed back his shaggy blond hair that was in need of a trim. "I finally finished the billing." He stretched his arms and covered a yawn. "Excuse me. I’ve been spending too many late nights in father's office."

  She patted his knee. "It's your office now."

  "Funny, it has been almost six years since father has passed, but I still think of that stuffy room as his."

  Daisy smiled fondly. "Papa would be so proud at you. He left the estate in good hands. I don't know of any other man at twenty-eight who could run a property as well as you do."

  Thomas pushed back his gray suit coat and crossed a leg over his knee. "There is only one I can think of who can do a much better job than I can. Your Lord Humphrey has a skill with numbers and supervising his workers."

  Daisy looked down at her lap. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted one squirrel running after another near the far corner of the lawn. "I guess he is mine now, isn't he?"

  Thomas laid a hand on her arm and squeezed. "He will be soon enough. In a week's time everyone in Flaundia will know that you are engaged to a naval hero."

  "Much has been on my mind. I can't believe I will be leaving your household to run my very own. It is somewhat intimidating. I-I… oh ignore me. I'm just being fanciful."

  "Daisy, Humphrey is a good man. He will be more than happy to show you how to run a household. I have seen the adoration in his eyes when he watches you. It is much like the way Father would look at Mother. Father would be so proud. He always wanted you and Humphrey to be man and wife."

  Daisy twiddled her thumbs and nodded. "Yes, you are right. It's just my nerves getting the best of me."

  "Good. I was worried—"

  "Worried?" Daisy frowned. "Whatever for?"

  "Ah… you were in a horrible depression for such a long time – wouldn't eat, hardly spoke, all because of that—"

  "Master Thomas?"

  Both Daisy and Thomas turned when their housekeeper Martha stepped out and walked over to them.

  "Lord Humphrey is here. I put him in the salon."

  "But he isn't set to arrive for another two hours. Oh dear." Daisy stood and placed her book on the bench seat.

  "Calm down, Daisy, dear. I will play host to Humphrey while you freshen up." Thomas glanced down at his pocket watch. "It is almost time for tea. Perhaps something else came up and that is why Humphrey has come earlier then expected."

  "If you don't mind me sayin', the lordship is all smiles and very anxious. He was pacin'

  the room when I left." Martha leaned in to whisper. "And he has two boxes, a long velvet one and another smaller one that looks to me like it might have a ring inside."

  "Martha!" Daisy admonished.

  Martha winked in response and curtsied. She walked back inside, humming softly under her breath.

  Daisy and Thomas looked at one another for a moment. Then he grabbed her arm and wrapped it around his own. They walked back inside the house.

  "Why don't you run upstairs to refresh yourself and I will tell the cook to bring us tea and those tarts you love so much?"

  Daisy almost tripped and steadied herself. She held onto Thomas tighter. "T-tarts? What kind of tarts?"

  "Strawberry of course! You must be too excited to see your betrothed if you can't remember that simple thing. By the by, I can't think of the last time you have eaten a dessert tart.

  I do remember our old cook Wilda making the most incredible ones. And her daughter… what was her name?"

  Daisy swallowed and her lips trembled as she mouthed the name he inquired about.

  Distant memories rushed over her as she reflected back to a certain time in her girlhood when she had enjoyed a few strawberry tarts with the one person she thought she would be with forever.

  She tried to shake off the memories that always made her chest hurt. "Thomas, I'm suddenly not feeling too—"

  "There she is! My beautiful blushing bride."

  Thomas and Daisy turned to see Lord Humphrey standing in the doorway of their salon.

  A huge smile broke over his face, and he rushed forward and took Daisy's hands in his own.

  "You are beyond lovely, my dear." He kissed her knuckles and placed her arm in the crook of his. "You are also looking very well, Thomas."

  Thomas crossed his hands behind his back, rocked on his feet and nodded. "Thank you, my Lord. I am very well. And you?"

  "Pish, we are to be family soon. Please call me by my Christian name, Draco." Humphrey looked down at Daisy and gave her another wide grin, showing off his blinding white teeth.

  "And that means you also, Daisy."

  Thomas held out his arm for Humphrey and Daisy to follow him into the room. Daisy glanced up at Humphrey in surprise. "But my lord, it would not be proper to call you by your given name. I would rather wait until we announce our engagement."

  Humphrey pursed his lips together and led Daisy over to the settee. He sat down next to her and took hold of her hand. Daisy held back a grimace. She wished he wouldn't display such affection in front of her brother.

  Thomas didn't seem to mind, however, as he stood and folded his hands in front of his waist. "I am in agreement with his lordship. What would be the harm? No one else would know.

  It can be our secret."

  Humphrey looked at Daisy in anticipation and she held back a giggle. He reminded her of a little
boy who wanted a sweet. She stopped from rolling her eyes and nodded.

  "Very well… Draco."

  Humphrey squeezed her hand and sat more comfortably. He smoothed a palm against the side of his head and exhaled. Daisy found this nervous habit endearing. Even though her future husband was a decade older than she, he had many outstanding qualities.

  Combined with his good looks and well-rounded business sense, he was very much the catch of all the single Flaundian misses. Daisy was lucky indeed to have “caught” him.

  Daisy’s musings were interrupted when Thomas snapped his fingers. "Excuse me for a moment. I forgot I have to mention something of importance to my foreman."

  Before Daisy could call out to him, he left. She sighed, shaking her head, and looked at Humphrey.

  "You must forgive Thomas. He has so much on his mind and sometimes he forgets things."

  "It's perfectly understandable." Humphrey slid in closer to Daisy and glanced over at the entrance of the room where the door had been left halfway open.

  "Lord… um Draco," Daisy whispered and shifted further into the corner.

  Humphrey acted unaware of Daisy's discomfort and took her hands in his again, placing kisses over her palms. "You have made me the happiest of men when you accepted my proposal last week. I know we were sadly interrupted by your brother, and you did not receive a kiss as most women would expect when they are newly engaged."

  "There is no reason—"

  Humphrey pressed his mouth against hers, and she gasped. As she opened her mouth, he stuck the tip of his tongue across the bottom of her teeth. Daisy tried to remove her hands from his, but he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in closer.

  "Urmph." Daisy voice was muffled against his mouth, and she moved her face away.

  Humphrey placed his mouth against her cheek and inhaled deeply. When he moved his thigh against hers, Daisy gasped again. Something hard dug into her hip, and it wasn't his leg.