Princess Who? ~Closed~

"it sounds like you just might be enjoying yourself after all."

Madi's eyes snapped open and she was still for a moment. Was he right? It did feel good, almost ticklish but in a more seductive way. Normally, she disliked bieng tickled but this was the sort of itch that she wanted scratched. Therefore, it must have been true.

She gasped again and groaned. Madi had to keep herself steady because there was nothing behind her to keep herself steady. "...you're...high...ness!" the squeal in her sentence ending in a sharp whimpered cry.

"Yes, your highness?" She said as he whispered her name. The timbre in his voice sending chills down her spine.

I think you are ready for more." Indeed, his finger slid easily along the slick walls of her pussy, producing a moist squishy sound whenever he withdrew it. "Please follow me."


After whimpering and moaning, moreso then she followed him, allowing him to guide her to his bed. Her heart thrummed against her chest. Was she actually going to sleep with the prince? Eventually, she was face to face with his manhood. Again, Madi swallowed hard.

"Madi, I will soon place this inside you, as I did my finger. It will likely be uncomfortable at first, but it will ease the process if you wet things down beforehand. So I want you to use your mouth and tongue on the head of my cock until it is slick. Do you understand?"

"Y-you're highness..surely we cannot.." she stammered nervously as she bolted up from the bed.
 

"Y-you're highness..surely we cannot.."

Philip cursed under his breath as Madeleine retreated. This woman's sexual allure was compounded by her flighty nature. He might have thought it endearing under other circumstances. But his groin felt like molten lead after having balanced on the peak of lust for so long. He had traveled too far to see his desire thwarted again.

He followed her from the bed, grasping a wrist in each hand. His momentum carried them both to the nearest wall. He held her wrists above her head and leaned his body into hers. A large tapestry of a king's hunt provided the only cushion for her against the stones.

She tried to push away from the wall, but that only drove her breasts into the muscles of her chest. He leaned back into her, thrusting with his hips to grind his swollen shaft against her lower abdomen. He bent at the knees and directed his force lower, feeling his heavy cock brush tantalizingly near her nether lips.

" I am Prince of the realm, Madi," he breathed as he leaned in to kiss her neck. "There is no 'cannot' in my vocabulary. I either do or do not."

Philip brought Madi's wrists together and managed to trap both beneath his left hand. Now freed, his right drifted between his legs to guide his cock. Close as he was to her, he was forced to rely on touch more than sight. After a few fumbles, he felt the sensitive head brush against her pussy.

"I take it that you have no wish to wet my cock with your tongue. We will proceed without." He eased himself forward, the massive head spreading her tight walls wide.
 
Madi squealed as the prince grasped her wrists. What had she gotten herself into? She couldn't believe she had thought she could actually get away this time for good. He was the prince after all. Still, forcing himself on her was not very gentlemanly of him either.

She tried to push him away but this was a failed attempt as he was much stronger than she. "Please, your highness I beg of you. We cannot perform this action of which you speak...if your father were to find out, I would surely die." However, there was now any one would find out.

But..if he did this to her; she would have no chance at marraige. After all, all a poor peasant girl had to give a man was her virginity; especially since Madi did not know from whence she came. Suddenly, Madeline shuddered as he lowered himself to his knees and rubbed himself against her.

" I am Prince of the realm, Madi," he breathed as he leaned in to kiss her neck. "There is no 'cannot' in my vocabulary. I either do or do not."

"Then do not. Please.." she whimpered, "My virtue is all I have to give my future husband..."

However, her pleas went unnoticed. Instead, he pushed himself inside of her and it was not a pleasing feeling. It felt like her pussy was being split in half. Madi was in so much pain that everything seem to go by in milliseconds. However, as those seconds turned to minutes the pain began to fade.
 

Philip ignored her squeals of protest. He'd bedded too many servant girls to lend any credence to her alleged concerns about her maidenhead. Virgin brides were an anachronism catered to only amongst the royalty; the people were far more practical about such matters.

"Ye gods, you're tight!" grumbled Philip as his swollen cock plunged into her. Indeed, he couldn't recall such narrow confines inside a woman. Admittedly, their extended foreplay had left him radically engorged, but even with that she exerted a surprisingly powerful grip upon his member.

Philip thrust upwards into her with powerful contractions of his thighs. He ordinarily would have proceeded with more leisure, but his mind was clouded by lust. His intense craving for the lovely Madeleine spurred him onwards, heedless of her response.

He pulled her head down towards her right shoulder, nibbling and licking her exposed neck. His need for her approached feral in its wild intensity and his last shreds of reserve were slipping away from his mental grasp.

 
Her screams of protest were not screams of protest though, as he plunged inside of her. They were screams of pain, agony. She did not think that Prince Phillip would do this. She knew he was attracted to her though, had she brought this upon herself. Mayhap she'd been to available, too friendly, and mayhap she'd allowed herself to fantasize what it was like to be a princess, to have what the princesses had. Besides, it was not as though she could continue telling the prince no forever.

And despite the pain which was brought upon her, it slowly began metamorphasizing into something different. Her body began tingling as it had done when he touched her in her intimate spot. As he pulled her head back, she gasped as he placed kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Her feelings were so conflicted, her body on fire yet, she was being raped. Yet, it no longer felt like she was being raped. She wasn't quite certain what was happening. She obviously could not marry with a pure reputation. Not that it mattered much, she was but a mere servant. "Oh, oh, oh my...please, y-your highness" she whimpered, not sure what she was begging for, "I..this..." bloody hell, she couldn't figure out what she was trying to say.
 

A dim remnant of Philip's mind cautioned that he was possibly being too forceful for Madeline, but he scarcely noticed. His right hand buried itself in buttocks as he tried to further enhance the power of his thrusts.

Her pussy clenched tightly around his turgid shaft and he felt her warm juices splattering across his groin with every see-sawing plunge inside her. Her sharp cries of pain or pleasure. - he was no longer sure which - had his libido rising rapidly.

All too soon he felt the familiar tingling pressure build deep within to its explosive crescendo. His exhausted attempts to hold on failed and with an inarticulate grunt, the first surge of his seed fountained up his thick shaft and spilled forth inside her. Half a dozen more followed before he felt his veiny girth soften, his lust temporarily spent.

 
Her head fell back against the wall where she was currently being ravished as soon the pain began slowly subsiding and pleasure began to take over. His continual invasion into her womanhood no longer seemed like an invasion. Her body seemed to be very pleased with it, in fact as her womanhood began clenching around his shaft tightly.

Within seconds she'd began coming after her inarticulate words of pleasure and her juices flowed like a river down his shaft and that only caused her majesty to loosen his resistance. Mayhap, he wished to fill her up or mayhap not. Either way, it did not matter because he seemed to have no control whence she came upon him. She felt the warm gooey liquid which seeped from his cock fill her whole being.

Flashback

'Will it hurt?' the princess asked softly after changing out of her lingerie. As always her curiousity caused her to ask questions for which she should not have, not to her nurse maids. At least, she did not feel comfortable asking mere servants but then her mother would not discuss such things with her.

"It may..." one of them said

"But it feels good soon after!" her personal servant who was half the old nurse maids age said with a dreamy smile.


Madi blinked a few times trying to disperse that image from her mind. She was still breathing far too fast and attempted to calm herself. "M-may I leave now, your highness?" Despite the feeling of being satisfied, she still felt violated.
 
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Philip was only dimly aware of Madi's words. He was in the midst of a powerful bliss that drowned out most other sensation. Good sex often produced something like this, but he was struggling to recall when last he'd felt something equally potent. Had he'd ever felt quite so pleased before?

When at last her request was translated, his first reaction was to refuse. He would need several minutes to recover, but he definitely wanted to do this again. He wanted to experience this same languid euphoria for as long as possible.

Yet instead he felt himself saying, "You may leave, if you wish." His addled mind could scarce explain it. He was the royal, she the servant. But for some reason, doing what she wanted seemed more important than his own desires.

He stepped back from her, his softened cock slipping out of her warm confines with a wet squelch. Both his and her lower abdomens and upper thighs glistened with a film of their mingled sweat and sexual juices. Staring at her nearly naked body, he felt the distant stirrings of lust. Again he thought he should make her stay until his manhood stiffened once more and he could plunge inside her. But he felt himself step back again, allowing Madi room to step past him.
 
Madi pursed her lips, she hadn't expected him to grant her request. Why she was hesitating, she wasn't all that certain. She waited as he pulled out from her womanly embrace. "Thank you, your highness." She finally whispered after having stood there for a moment in a bewildered state.

Slowly she moved away from the wall only to realize she was incredibly sore and found it hard to walk. Her back hurt, feeling as though she were an old woman. "I..." She stammered as she slowly turned back to face him, "I apologize for asking yet another request but, mayhap I should stay here as I find myself exceedingly sore.."

Her request was soft, slightly above whisper. Madi had the feeling he'd allow her to stay but was unsure if that was for the best. If she was not so sore, she would leave immediately. "I know, it sounds truly fickle and very undecisive but I did not realize that I'd be sore.."
 

Philip nodded. "That is not uncommon," he said with more confidence than he felt. His knowledge of female flesh extended little beyond its utility for servicing his desires.

"Perhaps you should lay down and rest..., " he mused. "Yes, that's definitely the proper course. You must lay down." His tone firmed into his more typical note of command. He supplemented this by gripping her shoulders and directed her towards the bed. Madi mutely complied, stretching out on her back.

Philip followed her atop the mattress and stretched out alongside her. The warmth of her body near to his stirred his libido again. Alas, his flesh was still recovering, so his cock remained docile. He needed more time.

"When I am sore, I find a gentle massage of the area helps." He slid his hand down her abdomen and gently covered her sex with his palm. "Would you like me to rub you where it hurts, Madi?"
 
His confidence semed to exude off of him. "It is not?" She asked, looking up at him curiously. She could scarcely walk so it took all of her strength to move towards the bed. Luckily, she had her prince---no, not her prince. Wherever did that thought come from? She had the prince to aide her. If that was truly his wish...

She was pushed down on the bed, forced to lay down. She did not fight either, because she felt much to weak. Besides, it was apparent that he would win. She closed her eyes awaiting for him to take advantage of her, once more.

Instead, he lay beside her; his hand gliding down Madi's abdomen and covering her womanhood as he explained what he did whenever he was in this situation. Her whole body strangely hummed with a certain edge of delight. "Please.." she whispered, hoarsely. "If it would not trouble you, that is.." she added, rather quickly; not wishing for him to think that she would want him to serve her.

Madi was still a mere slave, after all.
 

Philip smiled softly at Madi's consent. Apparently she was not so eager to flee his bed as she first intimated.

His hand stroked along the flat of her belly to where it curved into her feminine mound. His fingers danced among the dark curls, applying gentle pressure as he crept closer to her pussy proper.

Her tender folds were still slick with her juices. He let his fingertips glide over the smooth surfaces, taking care to avoid her hardened clit. He had offered to massage the area, not stimulate her lust. Of course if his touch should by chance happen to arouse her, it was surely unintended. Surely.
 
Madi laid still as the prince continued with his wandering hands. Goodness, what was she doing. She was not a princess, this was not her place to be laying in his bed as though she were his betrothed or even, a princess for that matter. She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, trying to push those thoughts free.

His hand found her womanhood.

She sighed briefly as the touch was obviously not to arouse her so. It did however and she had to fight with every fiber of her being not to moan. It was gentle almost, comforting..like he was not attempting to arouse her. "May I be permitted to ask a question, your high--Phillip?" she whispered softly, "W-why did you choose me?"
 

Philip found himself smiling like a giddy fool. "You called me 'Philip'," he murmured contentedly. "I like that. I like that very much."

"As to your question.... " He paused, his initial flippant retort dying on his tongue. Madi deserved a thoughtful response.

"I must confess I initially noticed you because of your appearance. You are as lovely a woman as any man could ever hope to see. With your clothes off, you are even moreso."

"But it is more than that, Madi. I cannot quite put it into words. This... desire... that I feel -it is more than mere lust. I am well familiar with that sensation. I have known many women, Madi. Many women. But never has a woman made me feel as you do. Just lying next to you sets my blood ablaze."

"Here, feel for yourself," he directed. He grasped her hand and brought down to his groin. Her eyes blinked as her fingers slipped around his flaccid member. Yet moments later, his cock throbbed with new life, swelling against her touch. Philip groaned softly as his staff stiffened and grew.
 
Madi blushed but quickly recovered only to begin blushing once more at his explanation. How did one tell the prince that she felt exactly the sane as though this were clan destiny. Then suddenly he guided her hand towards his crotch and her blush deepened as he told her his blood was afire. "Your highness.. I.." and then he gave her that look of disappointment for calling him highness.

"Forgive me, Phillip." she flashed him a brief small smile,"tis a shame I am naught more than a mere servant.." she mused more to herself than to him. She had a bitter smile upon her face. "it is as though Fate would play a cruel trick on two innocent souls.." she murmured, her hand never left his bulging cock.
 

Philip reached up with his free hand and cupped her face. His smile showed a hint of sadness as he shrugged and replied, "Lovely Madi, I think I wish it otherwise as well."

He sighed before continuing. "Still, there is very little to gain by despairing over what we wish were true and certainly all the more to lose by ignoring that which is already true. Better to take advantage of what we do have."

He glanced down and grinned. "For example, right now I smolder with desire for you and you stoke my passion further with your gentle touch. It would please me greatly to join with you once more." Philip's cock throbbed with every heartbeat, straining against Madi's hand.
 
Madi blinked a few times at his words. He wished that she too were a princess instead of a mere servant. She blushed and then blushed even deeper at his last words, quickly releasing his shaft and looking down and then back up at Phillip. He'd actually asked this time.

How could one decline such a sweet request?

Slowly, though hesitantly...Madi nodded. She was unsure of why she would want to go through such pain once more. Would it hurt again? It had not hurt as he continued. Mayhap, it was supposed to hurt at first and then feel good.

Surely, if it did hurt why would anyone want to continue thus. "Will...it..be painful again?" Madi asked, swallowing back fear. "I..can handle it, I suppose but..." her voice trailed off.
 

Philip looked down, chastened slightly by her inquiry. "Whether it will hurt as much or more or less - I cannot say for certain. I have had women express discomfort with my size, but equally as many seem to enjoy that discomfort, or at least behave as if they do."

He glanced down at his swollen member. In her slender grasp, it seemed larger than ever. It even felt more engorged than usual. Something about Madi just inspired his libido in a manner he'd never experienced before.

"I also confess that I may have been a bit unduly forceful," he said apologeticly. "You drive my desire so fiercely that I may not have behaved with sufficient restraint.... Perhaps this time you might prefer to be atop me. That would give you control over the pace and intensity. Perhaps that would let you find greater comfort in our joining?"
 
Madi bit her lip again, unsure of what to do. She could trust him and he was admitting to having forced her rather brutally. She wasn't sure how to do so but she could try. It would not hurt, would it? She bit her lip and nodded slowly.

"A-alright. " She said and then climbed atop of him..

She looked at his with a desperate look of help. Did she just...stick it in? Though she'd already touched his cock, she was still slightly rather shy about touching him still.

"I...um...do I just..stick it in?" she asked rather innocently.
 

Philip found himself wanting to chuckle at Madi's expression. She sat on his thighs, his balls sitting just beyond the tender folds of her sex. His swollen cock lay splayed across his abdomen. Madi still toyed with the bulging head, but seemed uncomfortable exerting sufficient force to lift the weighty shaft more than a few degrees above horizontal.

Philip tried to smile comfortingly and beckoned her with a finger. "Slide up further," he directed. "You'll want to have your knees up near my waist at first." Madi did as instructed, crawling forward on all fours while straddling his frame.

"Now let me guide your hand, " he instructed. Gripping her hand with his, he moved her fingers down to a point just below the wide flaring head of his cock. "Take hold of my cock. No, firmer. You don't have to try to crush it, but you want a solid hold. There you go."

"Now lean forward and position my head at the entrance to your womanhood." He felt her cautiously comply, the outer lips of her pussy brushing against the tender flesh of his cock. "Good. Now lean back onto your knees a little until you've taken the full head inside."

She started to obey, but let go her grip a bit soon. His meaty shaft slapped back down onto his belly. "Whoops!'" he said congenial. "You let go early. Don't worry, it just takes a little practice. Try again. "

This time things went more smoothly and when she released her hand, his cockhead remained firmly ensconced in her warm pussy. "Mmm, there you go," he breathed. "Now you just have to ease back onto my cock as much as you feel comfortable with. You can go as slow as you need. You set the pace."
 
Once Madi had followed the directions to the point where his manhood was inside of her, she slightly winced as her lovehole was still sore from.. Not that long ago.*

Still twas not as bad. She began slowly bouncing up and down, slightly scared that she would lose her balance or something. She could feel his manhood pushing deep within her. It was a very intense feeling. Before she hadn't really focused on how anything felt.

This time she was. The way his cock felt against her smooth yet wet insides was amazing. She could feel every inch of his manhood brushing against her inner walls.

"O-oh my.." she whimpered as the slow pace soon was not enough to get her to where she felt she needed to be so she quickened her pace a little. It was a rather invigorating feeling.*

"I-it's so big..." she whimpered*
 

Philip groaned softly under Madi's ministrations. Her gentle pace was teasingly slow, but he found himself begrudgingly finding favor with it. Her rolling hips provided just enough sensation to inch him ever closer to climax, but not swiftly enough to push him over. Had he been on top, he'd have long since yielded to his libido and pounded his way to completion.

"Ye gods, Madi! This... ahhhh... feels incredible!" he gasped. He dug his fingers into her soft backside as he pulled her down onto him, wanting to ensure he was buried as deep as he could go.

When she at last quickened her pace, it was bittersweet relief. The sensation of her slick walls squeezing and sliding along his veiny shaft was delightful. But this prolonged wait made his cock throb with an almost painful level of desire.

"Good, Madi, ride it hard!" he urged.


 
Being on top of the prince like so, felt so...powerful...It almost seemed as though she had power over this man with every movement she made.

Then came his command to...'ride it hard.'

"R-ride it...hard, your highness?" She asked, curiously. How was she supposed to go...harder?
 

Philip cursed under his breath. Madi's innocence on all matters sexual could be tremendously frustrating. His cock ached and yet she prevaricated

"I mean go faster! Put your hips into it! " Philip dug his fingers even deeper into her tender ass and pulled her towards him. "Grind that pussy! " His lust, so long denied, added fervor to his tone.
 
Madi's eyes widened at his tone. She did as requested though. She moved her hips a bit faster. She ground her pussy whimperin as her walls moved against his cock with urgency.

her lips parted as she rode the prince. Her own lust building.

"Ph-phillip my womanhood feels...ticklish..a-again"
 
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