The Next Generation, with more Fire Breathing, another Blacksmith, the same Erotic Fountain, some Rude Confectioneries, Hot Tail, and yet another Member of Unusual Size.
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I've found out some weird stuff lately, and I've heard that sometimes writing things down, just for yourself, will help you sort it all out. So, here goes. My name is Karen, and I'm a Princess. THE princess, actually, owing to I don't have any sisters, or brothers either. Mama and Papa are Queen Cindy and King Allen the Third of Guilder, if you please. As it turns out, Papa's parents are still Queen and King, too, but they retired to a villa down south years ago. I told Papa that if there was two Queens of Guilder, there could just as easily be three, but he wasn't having that. Oh, well.
On the other hand, when I came of age last year I was formally invested as 'Crown Princess'. I have it spelled out in rhinestones on the back of a purple satin cape, which I sometimes wear to the market or the gym, although people give me funny looks when I do.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. My relations on Papa's side are mostly all royalty, in one kingdom or another - everybody is their own cousin, practically, so it's hard to keep track. They tend to speak vewy pwecisely with a face like there was a bad smell nearby, and they're generally dumber than dogs. Luckily, Mama and Papa aren't like that, or Grandfather Charming and Grandmamma Audrey, either.
Gramps, that's Mama's father, is retired too, but he lives in the castle here with us. He's not a royal, at all, and he's very nice. Mama's also got an ex-stepmother, and some stepsisters, somewhere. I gather they're not so nice. Gramps says they've gone into some sort of profession. Plus there's my godmother Shirley, who comes around once in a while and still pinches my cheeks, which I found embarrassing, considering my age, until I noticed she does it to Mama, too.
Then there's Uncle Frank and Auntie Trixie - well, they're not really related, being as how they're both dragons. How cool is that? They don't visit us, owing to apparently they used to keep setting the tapestries on fire, but Mama and Papa still go to see them all the time. Something about swapping stuff, Mama told me. I haven't ever got invited along, probably on account of dragons don't wear clothes, although Papa always claims it's to get a break from demanding princesses.
Which brings us back to ME. Last week, Mama told me that I was now the same age as she was when she married Papa, and did I ever think of getting married? I said I didn't, much, and she didn't seem to mind. I think what she really wanted was to tell me about sex (better late than never), but she was too shy to bring it up. Which is funny, because when she and Papa get going, you can hear it all over the palace. I almost told her about how I've been getting laid for a while, now, and I like it just fine, thank you - but I didn't want to embarrass her.
I figured that was the end of that, but yesterday she sent me down to the stables on some silly errand. Tony, he's Mama's groom, was there. I barely recognized him - he'd had a bath and was dressed in a fresh linen shirt. When he's cleaned up, he's pretty good looking and I know he's fun in the sack - I've heard Mama playing with him a few times.
He says to me, "How is my wee foal?" I forgot to say that I'm not very tall - only about four-foot-six - and I'm not sure where he was going with that foal thing, but his breeches were straining to hold in his stiffy, so I knew he wanted to get under my skirts.
One thing led to another, and we had a great afternoon together. I could have kept going 'till dinnertime, but poor Tony got tuckered out. He splashed his head in the water trough and then he told me he was awful sorry to run off, but he'd just remembered an errand of his own; and then he staggered away. Afterward, though, while I was dressing, I got to thinking about how odd it was for Mama to send me to see Tony. I wondered if his errand was for her, too.
So I followed him and, sure enough, he slipped onto Mama's terrace. I climbed up a tree that hung out over the wall, and watched.
Mama was there, sunning herself on a deck chair, in the buff like usual. She asked him, "What happened to you?"
Tony took the liberty of pouring himself a big glass of her whiskey before answering. "I made nice to the princess, like you told me. But I never got to the point of ... what did you call it?"
"Seducing her?"
"Yeah, that - sedoocin' her - but afore I could, she was unlacing me breeches and pulling out me peggo. She gave it a kiss on the tip, and then she swallowed it whole - just like that! Then, once her nose was pressed into me fur, she starts to suck. Well, it was only at half-mast when she started, but it came up hard when her throat clamped down on it, I can tell you. And she just keeps sucking until I came. And then kept on a-suckin'." He shook his head at the memory. "I was hard again by the time she finally let it go. And then ..." Here he took another big gulp of single malt. "And then she put her arms in the air, like for me to lift her, and so I does, see? But then she caught hold of my neck, and ..." He trailed off, and I could see his neck was colouring, which pleased me for some reason.
"Go on."
"So then she pushed her little pussy down on me business, and she was so wet ... well, begging yer pardon, mum, she was so slippery inside it was like someone had just been there afore me. Sloppy seconds, as they say, mum. I'm not saying as anyone had just done her," he hastened to add, "but the only one I ever had what was so slick in there was yerself, mum." He smiled to show her that it was meant as a compliment. "Anyhow, she took me whole peggo at the one go. Lord, but she's as tight as yerself, too. And I swear it was like she was sucking on me down there, too, just like when you do it. I didn't think she was ever goin' to stop."
Mama considered this information, while Tony took another slug of scotch. "Thank you Tony. Are you ready for your reward?" Her bare legs drifted apart a smidgen.
"Lord, mum! I'll need a bit more time to get me strength back, beggin' yer pardon."
"Mama just laughed. "I can wait." Which was too bad - I was hoping to watch.
That was yesterday. This morning was warm and sunny, and Mama invited me for a picnic up in the palace's rooftop garden, just the two of us. We splashed about in the big fountain, naked, just like we used to do when I was little. Only now, we look just like sisters. Seriously - Mama doesn't look a bit different from that old painting of her down in the Dining Hall, the one that's called 'Venus of the Seas', which everyone pretends isn't Mama but they all know it is. We could be twins, practically, except for my freckles and red hair (which I get from Papa, but I don't know where he gets it - nobody else in his family is a red-head). Also, I'm shorter than her - unfair!
Anyhow, after that we sat down on the edge of the pool, dibbling our toes, drying our hair in the sunshine, and munching goodies out of the big hamper Mama brought up from the palace kitchen. It was so warm that, after we had eaten, we just lay back on the deck and snoozed. As soon as I saw that Mama had nodded off, I fished into the hamper and pulled out one of her special treats - she always seems to hide them away for herself, and I have to sneak them when I can. It was a stupendously big liquorice rope, about three feet long and as thick as my arm. I love liquorice, and I right away opened my mouth way wide and set to sucking on one knobbly end of it. As the candy softened and got greasy, I started sliding a bit more of the delicious thing into my mouth.
