The After Effect

Mar woke sill confused in her dress and yet she had an excellent night of sleep. Rolling onto her back she stared up, not really seeing anything as the thoughts swirled. Had that really happened? Had she really cum on the prince's lap while everyone had watched the show? Checking, yup, her undergarments were still gone. Oh god everyone had touch them, smelt her need on them. IN COURT nonetheless. What was happening!? Why had the Prince done this and yet... she'd just had the best orgasm of her life.

How could this be, what was going to happen next? Would he really do as he promised? Was she going to be served for dessert? No one was ready, he wouldn't right? The thought swirled in her brain, fruit scattered around her nude body, the only thing holding her from people's gaze the sugar whippings in various places around her body. The way the fruit would swirl across her skin as they grabbed pieces and used the dip on her body. The way it would accidentally flick her nipple, the way they'd rub it on her clit.

Her breathing picked up and she dipped her fingers under her skirt to find the liquid coating her thighs. Groaning she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow before getting up and preparing for the day. What could the Prince possibly have in store for her today?

It turned into nothing, the Prince had been summoned by the King and was absent for one day, then a second day, then a third day. Each day seemed to crawl by in anticipation and each evening the Prince's chair at dinner was empty. The servants wouldn't let her sit anywhere but beside his empty chair and each night her thoughts returned to cumming in front of everyone. Sill she tried to find that high with her fingers in her bed, getting off fantasising about what he'd done and what he would do; but nothing would hit the same high and each night she fell asleep more and more frustrated. A need for him to give her that big orgasm again.

Finally word reached her that the Prince had returned and was holding his usual day for commoners to petition the Adult only court the King allowed him. Upon arrival a servant took her and pulled her to the front had her stand beside the throne and left. She stared after the servant then at her fellow nobles confused shrugging at anyone who's eyes she met. Meanwhile her mind rushed through possibilities. He wouldn't... touch her... in front of the _entire_ court would he?! Those were reserved for the dinners with his private court right?

Her heart thudded and her nipples tingled standing to attention, her skin was on fire from lack of satisfaction and her cunt needed to be filled so bad but HERE IN COURT?! The Prince swept into the room with a smile.

"Excellent, you will sit at my feet while I deal with duties from now on." He waved forth another servant that brought in a cushion and sat it before the throne he sat upon. She froze for a minute but found herself walking forward kneeling on the cushion too shocked to object in the moment. Awkwardly she sat back as he directed with her back to his shins her skirts gathered around her. Confused she felt shy there, no one had ever sat like this in the history of the kingdom.

Then he reached down and cupped his hand under her chin tilting her face up. Pleasure soared through her, it was as though his fingers plucked along her clit when all they did was press into her chin. She stared into his eyes lost in them in the need he'd let swirl for too long. The crowd of nobles forgotten as he leaned down he was the only person in her world. She felt his other hand touch her collarbone and slide down every nerve in her chest screaming its arrival. His hand slid right down her dress in front of everyone, from commoner to noble to servant.

She let out a soft moan, barely an exhale out as he cupped her tit in his hand and then squeezed. Her hips rocked, so obvious to him from how she sat pressed into his legs but invisible to the crowd below her skirts. He bit his lip watching her squirm while he squeeze her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her squirms and gasps started to get louder and louder as he ground her nipple until finally he stopped leaving her panting. His hand slid up and out, the one gripping her chin slid up and patted her cheek and he beamed down at her.

"Good Girl, now relax while I take care of business." His hand moved to caress her hair and dazed her head lowered and lit upon the crowd of people. Oh god, she'd forgotten they were there watching when he'd looked at her. The gossip was clear, the frowns, the debutante's giggles. But then his hand stroked her hair and suddenly she didn't care at all because he had wanted it.

He settled back in his chair but she was relaxed now, her Prince would take care of her. He'd made promises before he'd left on his trip and while this wasn't exactly what they'd promised he hadn't returned with someone new and chosen her from the crowd. Satisfaction rolled through her and she looked down upon the others with a smug smile upon her face. She was the one sitting up here at the Prince's feet, internally she frowned, why the hell was she at his feet? But she didn't move, she didn't want to create a scene, over a mix of confusion that she liked being at his feet.

People started their long requests, each one looking at her curiously, then eyeing her tits, and they responded to these gazes by turning into hard buds. He'd left her unsatisfied for days and she was half a pile of needy mess, wanting to climb up on his lap and ride him right here. While people came and went she imagined it, the looks on the nobles faces, their shock, disgust, undisguised need on some faces. The Prince's court had been an adult only court for years now, from before he left so it wasn't like it would be accidentally shown to someone it shouldn't.

Meanwhile her cunt would get filled with cock. Damn. She wanted him so badly. She shifted at his feet trying to resist rubbing her cunt openly while it throbbed with need. Biting her thumb she tried to forget, to block those thoughts and then another person would make a request while eyeing her. Her breath picked up as the scene continued to flash in her mind. Her straddling his cock, her tits out bouncing for everyone to see. A soft moan reached her lips and she shifted again. How much longer. She needed him, please let him take her back to his chambers this time.