Lady Gwendolyn gently closed the heavy door to the King's chamber, stifling a yawn. It had been a very long night. The King had been insatiable. She hardly got any sleep. Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, but the King had drunk far too much last night and although he had plenty of energy, there was very little wind in his mighty sail. She was frustrated and exhausted.
She turned the corner heading toward her room where her nice, warm bed waited and to her surprise she saw light spilling from Edward's chamber. She crept silently to the room and peered through the crack in the door.
What she saw should have shocked her but for some reason only peaked her curiosity. The Crown Prince, Edward, was sitting at the foot of his bed with his robe open and his cock in his hand. He was yanking it hard and fast, his breathing labored. She was mesmerized. He looked beautiful. She always thought he was handsome but with his long bronze hair flowing over him and his head thrown back as he reveled in the ecstasy of his touch, he looked stunning. She watched as his finely sculpted muscles contracted while he gripped his large organ tightly in his hand.
She knew it was wrong to watch him but she couldn't take her eyes from him. He was moaning quietly, intent on the pleasure he brought himself. She caressed her tongue slowly, sensually across her crimson lips. A familiar weight began to build in the lower half of her body.
She was so frustrated and aching from her less than pleasurable night that she couldn't help but touch herself over her shift. Even through the silk of her gown she could feel the wetness of her slit. She rubbed it slowly, savoring the feel of the silk over her swelling folds. She fondled her rather well endowed breast with her other hand, rolling her rock hard nipple between her fingers. She stifled a moan as she watched him come closer to spilling his seed. She could tell he was close. His breath had picked up and his moans grew more intense.
She fingered herself through the silk, sliding the ample fabric into her hole as she slipped her finger inside. She was close and hoped to bring herself before he did. She closed her eyes briefly as she slid another finger inside. She opened her eyes just in time to see her him arch his back spilling his seed in strong pulsing arch.
He cried out as he came causing her orgasm to crash into her. An involuntary moan tore from her lips. Edward looked up. Their eyes met and she knew at once that he had seen her.
I didn't think the door was open wide enough to be seen,
she said slightly panicked. She watched as anger flooded his beautiful green eyes.
"Gwendolyn, come in and close the door please." He said in a trembling voice. The anger boiled off him in a wave yet he managed to keep his tone even and low.
She did as she was told opening the door just enough to squeeze in and closed it tightly behind her. She said nothing as his eyes traveled angrily over her, pausing a moment at the wetness on the front of her gown. He filed that piece of information for later, concentrating on the immediate problem.
"Come here, Gwen." He waited silently while she walked to the bed and stood directly in front of him. Her long blond hair was hanging loose over her angelic face, her blue eyes turned down slightly in embarrassment. He noticed how her full round breasts heaved in excitement after what she saw and no doubt did. He couldn't believe she was spying on him.
"How dare you invade my privacy? Is this how you repay my mother, the Queen's kindness, by spying on her only son in his most intimate moments. She found you as a babe, abandoned, brought you in and raised you as one of her own, and this is how you honor her memory? She would roll over in her grave if she could see your behavior this morning. What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?"
She didn't need to be reminded of how she came to live here, by him of all people, because his sisters never let her forget it. Only Edward and his father, the king, ever treated like she belonged, but she didn't think that now would be a good time to point that out.
"I, um, your door was ajar and I am so sorry, Edward. I saw you and couldn't help myself. It was wrong of me, my lord." She lowered her eyes submissively in attempts to lessen his anger.
"Yes it was wrong, very wrong, and you must be punished. I fear that you have become spoiled living here. I blame it on father and the way he dotes on you." He paused to gather his thoughts. "You must learn to give me the respect that I am due, Gwen. It will not be long before I am your king and you will have to learn your place. Now how should I punish you?"
"Please, Edward. I said I was sorry." She kept her eyes down but Edward noticed that her kissable pouting lips trembled slightly as if she were about to cry.
Oh how I would love to have those beautiful lips wrapped tightly around my cock. –
He thought then shook his head slightly to bring him back to the task at hand.
"And I believe that you are but that is not going to save you from my punishment."
"But..."
"No, Gwen. It is past time you learned a lesson."
He paused remembering the wet spot on her shift. "Well what do we have here?" He said bringing his hand up to touch the darkened area on her gown. He brought the area up to his face inhaling the musky sweetness of her lust deep into his lung. He groin pulsed in excitement. "I see you enjoyed my performance."
"Edward, I..." She started.
"Silence!" He said cutting her off.
He lifted her shift and touched her sex. She flinched at the invasion, but did not move. She was in enough trouble already. He kept his eyes locked on her while he began to massage her wet cunt. Her clit was still swollen and wanting for another release. She moaned when he lightly pinched her little nub.
"Now what shall I do to punish you. Let me think a moment." He spoke as if he was not at this very moment gliding his finger into her dripping wet pussy. He fucked his finger in and out of her hole several times before withdrawing his attentions bringing his finger up to his nose to inhale her sweet perfume.
"Mmmm, very nice." He said before retuning it to her cunt, adding another finger to fuck her deep. She was going insane with pleasure. She had completely forgotten about her impending punishment. Her mind was focused only on what he was doing to her. She was so close that she only barely heard him talking.
"I have it!! There is a room in the bowels of the castle. It is where Master Gurney used to punish our prisoners and anyone else father felt deserved it. I want you to meet me there in 4 hours, when father gathers his advisors for court. Do not be late. Wear only a shift, nothing else, and do not tell anyone of your destination. I want no one to see you. Do you understand, Gwen?"
She barely understood anything right now with his hand pumping her cunt. She was so close. So close.
Yes, right there. Oh god!! –
she thought.
"Gwenie? Do you understand me?"
"Yes! Yessss! Oh god yesssss!" She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled and had it not been for him supporting her she would have fallen. He waited a moment before withdrawing his hand from her mound.
"Did you hear anything I said, Gwendolyn?" He tried to be stern but you could hear the desire in his voice and the pleasure he got from bringing her.
She tried twice but finally managed to say, "Yes."
"Yes, what Gwen?"
