By Morgan Rush
Book 3, Legends of Braeyork Chapters 1 and 2
Warning: This material is intended for mature audiences only. It features detailed descriptions of adult activities.
Chapter 1 Pantaka
Though I again questioned the reasons I had chosen to put myself in such a precarious situation, it was much too late to change my mind.
Having acquired a position in Braeyork Castle under a cloak of deception, I stood listening to the urgent pleas emanating from the Prince’s bedroom chamber.
Was it my place to interrupt such intimacy?
“Lia, please,” the young Prince urged the chambermaid I was sent to check up on. “Let me see all of you, the most beautiful woman I ever known.”
I had been given a task, and provided no one became wise to my deceit, I would do everything I could to fulfill the role I had accepted this morning as Prince Rolfe’s temporary Squire. My long coppery red hair was tucked inside a coif cap and then under a hooded cape – the wool chaperon uniform I was required to wear.
I carried the Prince’s finely knitted hosen and braies, his dark trousers, and the crimson tunic that would cover his starched white linen shirt, the ensemble I was to instructed to dress the Prince with this morning. I remained hidden, uncertain how to proceed. After using the master key to gain entrance to his private apartments, I now stood in the drawing room outside of his ornately decorated bedroom.
I hesitated. Could I peek inside without being seen? The pleas from inside became more urgent.
“Lia, I beg of you, as your Prince and as a man who loves you with my whole heart, please, please, please… allow me the privilege of touching your perfection.”
Lia, the fair-haired chambermaid I had met for the first time yesterday, had not returned to the kitchen after taking up the Prince’s breakfast through the servery. As he was expected to meet with the King and the High Meister this morning, I was sent to investigate Lia’s tardiness and dress the Prince to ensure he arrived presentably attired and on time.
Holding my breath, I craned my neck and peered around the door. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping.
The chambermaid lay prone and nearly naked on the Prince’s ornate wooden bed inlaid with strands of gold and sapphire gemstones. Lia’s blouse was open, and her breasts bared. Gathered around her ankles, her robe lay bunched up, leaving her long legs and blonde womanhood exposed to the Prince’s inspection.
He stood at the edge of the bed in his dressing gown, reaching for her thighs.
“You have always been my favorite, Lia,” Prince Rolfe declared in a surprisingly husky voice for someone who had only recently celebrated his nineteenth birthday. “The maid I love the most, the maid who excites my senses, my entire being, more than any other I have ever met. You are truly an angel, Lia.”
Shocked as I was at the scene, I could not avert my eyes.
Lia smiled, batting her piercing blue eyes at the Prince. Along with her long flaxen hair and milky white skin, her sculptured breasts, and the silky tuft of blonde hair above her womanhood, I had to agree with the Prince’s assessment – she looked the part of an angel.
“Your royal Highness,” Lia whispered, “I’m but a simple chambermaid.”
“Mmmmm,” the Prince replied, his hand stroking the soft flesh of her thigh, “Not just a chambermaid, you are my chambermaid, Lia. I want to kiss you and your sweet, sweet pussy. As I do in my dreams almost every single night.”
I held my mouth.
Kiss her pussy?
Was that a perversion of the royals? Though I had never heard anyone speak of this sort of lewd intimacy, the thought of the Prince placing his mouth on Lia’s most private parts greatly excited me.
The room grew warmer as I watched. Lia’s dark nipples grow stiff, pointing toward the heavens. I touched my own tightly bound chest. My breasts, even larger than Lia’s, strained against the coarse fabric I had used to bind them as part of my disguise. My nipples were surely as hard as hers.
I held a hand between the legs of my black breeches, hoping the growing dampness I felt would not be visible through the coarse blue fabric. I knew it was improper to spy on the Prince, yet I could not turn away.
Squeezing my legs together, I scolded myself.
Pantaka, leave. Now!
But I did not follow my own advice.
“No one has ever kissed me there, your Highness,” Lia whispered. “I think I would like that very much. Very much indeed, Sire.”
She spread her legs open wide. I could see the moist lips of her pussy, the tiny petals of skin glistening with the dew of her excitement.
I kept my hand between my legs, gently rubbing my mound.
“Oh yes, Lia,” Prince Rolf responded to her encouraging words, “I know you will enjoy it. I am going to use my tongue to make love to your pussy, and taste your little bud. I want you to cum all over my face, my love.”
Oh my goodness!
The Prince’s words excited me as much as they no doubt did Lia. He opened the robe he had been wearing and threw it down, proudly exposing his physique. With his boyish good looks, innocent eyes, and the whitest teeth I had ever seen inside anyone’s mouth, I couldn’t help but gawk at his naked muscular body.
But what protruded stiffly from between his legs caused me to stare open-mouthed. I had seen a man’s cock only once before, my brother’s flaccid organ, as children bathing in the river.
This cock was nothing like my brother’s. The Prince’s organ was thick and stiff, the glistening head naked of any foreskin. Lia’s mouth hung open just like mine.
“Your Highness,” she whispered. “I am yours.”
He fell to his knees and crawled toward her as she lay on the bed. He pushed her legs apart and used his tongue to trace a path up the inside of her thighs toward her quivering pussy.
Lia moaned as the Prince teased her, sliding his tongue all the way up her legs to the very edge of her glistening womanhood, then quickly sliding downward and repeating the same action again and again until she whimpered.
“Ohhhhhhh, your Highness,” she groaned, “ohhhhhhhhhh yesssss, you tease me so good.”
Could I watch this display of seduction without sliding my hand down the front of my own trousers? I badly needed to touch myself as the Prince pushed his head between Lia’s legs and licked around the opening of her pussy.
She moaned softly, reaching down and tugging at his long sandy brown hair, grinding herself into his face. The Prince responded by wrapping his arms around her legs and yanking her closer.
“You taste like lavender honey,” the Prince murmured as he devoured Lia’s pussy. He lifted her thighs up with his strong arms.
Both the Prince and Lia were consumed with lust. I crept closer, stepping into the bedroom. Neither noticed me staring. I knew my own pussy must be soaking wet. It took all of my willpower to stop from pleasuring myself as I watched them.
Prince Rolfe seemed an experienced lover. His head moved from side to side, and the stiff cock between his legs bobbed up and down as he licked Lia’s pussy.
“Oh, your Highness!” she screamed. “Please, suck me, Sire!”
The Prince grunted his approval, and I squeezed my legs together, imagining what Lia must be experiencing. He licked as though possessed by a demon, and she began to moan and buck. The Prince slid two fingers into her pussy as he licked her tiny bud.
Lia’s moans became louder, more intense, and I felt my own excitement rising. She cried out, and I shuddered with a muffled moan.
As the Prince continued to fuck Lia with his thick fingers, his head moving back and forth over her bud, she screamed out, and I felt my excitement cresting in a wave of intense pleasure. I pushed my hand inside my trousers and finally touched my throbbing clit.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck… yes!” Lia moaned. “Please, don’t stop!”
The Prince kept his frantic pace with both his fingers and his mouth until Lia screeched, I screamed, and we both came in the same glorious moment.
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Chapter 2 Prince Rolfe
I was so possessed with lust for Lia and so overcome with how hard she had cum from my tongue and finger fucking, that it took a moment for me to realize there was someone else in my room.
Snapping my head around, I stared in horror at a young man on his knees, his hands inside his trousers. His flushed face stared back at me.
“Are you the new Squire?” I asked with the sweetly pungent taste of Lia’s pussy still on my lips. I glanced over at her as she pulled a linen sheet over her nakedness.
“Um,” the man seemed as embarrassed as I with the situation. Had he been rubbing his cock while he watched Lia and me?
“Yes, Sire, um… your Highness,” the man finally replied. “I am replacing Squire Odell until he has recovered from his illness.”
“Oh, I see,” I replied, taking a moment to consider this young man. I knew Odell was unwell, and frankly, I welcomed the opportunity to have a Squire closer to my own age. “I trust you are a discreet sort of fellow?”
The poor Squire nodded but looked disoriented as he straightened his uniform and rose to his feet. What a big lad – as tall as I, at over six feet. He was curious looking – the smooth face of a boy accented by a thick moustache and a bulging broad chest. And obviously, a lusty sort of man, much like me.
“Yes, your Highness. I am very discreet,” he replied.
His eyes flashed over to Lia. She looked uncomfortable with the new Squire in the room and me standing there naked, brandishing a still-hard cock. But as Heir to the throne of the Braeyork Dominion, I was not overly concerned what of either of them might be thinking.
“Thank you,” I hesitated, grappling for the man’s name, “Squire…”
“Pratt,” he replied. “Your Highness, I’m here to dress you. The King and the High Meister await your arrival. And Lia, you are to–”
“She’s not going anywhere,” I interrupted young Pratt. “Not just yet.”
I wondered if I could trust this new Squire. Although I was the Prince of Crasmere and first in line to the throne, I did not want my private affairs becoming the subject of castle gossip.
The truth was I loved Lia. I know it was foolhardy and that I could never be with her. Still, I had dreamed of her for so long, cumming almost every night to the thought of her beautiful face and perfect body. She had been my chambermaid for nearly two years, and today, at last, I had finally revealed my feelings to her.
“Would you mind, Pratt? Give me a few more minutes with Lia, and then you can help me get dressed.”
Pratt bowed his head. “Of course, your Highness. I will remain outside your apartment until you…” he stole a glance at Lia, “are ready to be dressed.”
“Just wait in the drawing room, Pratt. And thank you.”
As he turned and walked away, I cursed my foolish heart. It was my weakness, and I happily followed its demands rather than listen to my much more sensible head. I would rather love Lia, than fuck all the shapely concubines my father always pleaded with me to try.
The moment Squire Pratt exited my chamber, Lia scrambled from the bed, and I wrapped her in my arms. We held each other, still both naked.
“I love you so much, Lia,” I whispered into her shoulder. I so wanted to be her lover this morning I literally ached with my hard need for her.
“Your Highness,” she replied softly, her breath warm on my lips. “You are soon to choose a first wife, to be betrothed. And I am married.”
I held her tightly. My stiff cock pushed between her thighs as I reached around her and pulled her naked ass close.
“I want you so badly,” I whispered. “I am not whole without you.”
Lia smiled and pressed her lips against mine, opening her mouth to me. I explored it with my tongue, grinding into her with my throbbing cock squeezed between her legs. I couldn’t help but thrust into her, needing her so desperately.
She pulled back and touched my lip with her finger. “Your Highness, only my husband takes my pussy, but will you allow me to taste you?”
Her denial crushed me, but the thought of her wet mouth wrapped around my pulsing cock was a thrill all the same. “Yes, my love, please. I will challenge your husband someday and claim you as my own.”
Lia smiled and shushed me with her fingers.
Then slowly, she dropped to her knees. I looked down at her long blonde hair and the face of my nocturnal wet dreams. She positioned herself directly in front of my twitching cock and took hold of the thick shaft with one hand.
“I know how much you love me, your Highness,” she purred. “And I, too, think about you. But since my pussy is claimed, this is the only way I can show you my true feelings, Sire.”
Lia stroked my bulging cock. “You are so much bigger than my husband,” she whispered. “My little cunt is wet just thinking about sucking you, making you cum inside my married mouth.”
Her words alone were almost enough to make me explode. A drop of cum oozed from the tip of my cock, and she eagerly lapped it up.
“Suck it,” I pleaded. “Take me in your mouth, Lia, my love. Please!”
“Mmmmmm,” she cooed, licking all around the slick head, wet from her licking off my first drop of cum. She opened her mouth wide and thrust her face forward, taking the entire head of my cock into her wet mouth.
The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt, even from the couple of fuck-dolls that I reluctantly allowed to service me. Lia’s mouth was warm and inviting, her tongue soft, and she allowed me to shove most of my long cock into her.
Lust overtook me. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth urgently.
“I love you, Lia,” I whispered as I thrust deeply. “Will you take all my seed?”
She nodded. I held her head tightly and began to pump in and out, my load rising from my balls. And then I began to spurt, holding her head in place while I filled her mouth with hot cum.
“Ohhhhhhhh! Lia, take it all!” I shouted, trembling as I spasmed, then slowly released my grip on her head. She sucked as I kept spurting until her mouth overflowed with my seed.
Finally, she pulled back, cum dripping from her lips down onto her chin and falling onto her heaving breasts. I fell to my knees, crying from the pleasure she had given me.
“I love you, Lia.”
She touched my wet face. “Your Highness, I will always treasure you and your feelings. You are so young, and I am sorry that I am…”
Without finishing her sentence, she stood up, reached for the robe I had worn, and dashed from my chamber.
I watched her leave, still trembling from the release of my love for her. I stood up, wondering if I would ever see her again. I stared at the door a few moments and then remembered the new Squire, young Pratt.
Had he been standing outside my chamber listening the whole time?
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