Princess And The Pauper

This is just a quick little ditty that I thought someone might get a kick out of... not to be taken too seriously.

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Sweetest Princess Juniper,

You have stolen my heart, my sweet cherry pie. I love you more than anything in this world. I would give you the stars in the sky. You will taste so good when we finally are together.

Love always,

Periwinkle

"He's so dreamy," cooed Princess Juniper, clutching the letter to her substantial bosom. The lovely young princess had long golden hair, angelic, innocent features and an enticingly curvaceous figure. She was only eighteen years old and had never felt this way about someone before.

The Princess's older sister Marigold rolled her eyes. "I don't know Juniper," she warned. "That line about you tasting good is a little creepy."

Juniper shook her head vehemently. "Periwinkle is talking about the taste of my soft lips. He said they were like rose petals last week, and something about my flower too."

Marigold sighed and shook her head. "But he's a pauper!" she complained. "And besides. You haven't even seen him, he might be ugly."

Juniper was not listening to her sisters arguments. "Love is blind. I don't care what he looks like," Juniper was staring out the castle window, imagining the sight of her handsome pauper dream man. "I know what his heart is like from the words he writes to me. He is beautiful."

"You're ridiculous," scolded her older sister. "He's a peasant, and we know nothing about him. There's no future for you. Father would never let you marry a pauper."

Princess Juniper gave a sad sigh. She was still staring longingly out of the castle window. "I know. But love will conquer all. Periwinkle said that our love is stronger than any castle wall. We will be together."

The beautiful princess stared down at her treasured love letter one more time, taking in the romantic words her pauper darling had written. There was a grubby smudge near the bottom of the letter, just below his name.

Juniper clutched the letter to her breast again and let out a wistful sigh as she pictured her handsome sweetheart taking her in his arms. "We'll find a secret place in the woods and live off the land," she told her sister, her eyes vacant as she pictured their perfect life. "I don't need riches or castles. I just need the love of my Periwinkle."

Princess Marigold wrinkled her nose. "I'd prefer Prince Oleander," she told her younger sister. "Not only is he handsome and brave, he's also even richer than father."

Juniper shook her head. "That's so shallow. What me and Periwinkle have is true love."

Marigold sighed in defeat. "You're crazy," she told her sister as she stood up and headed for the door. "I'm going to do some needlework."

Juniper smiled happily, stepping away from the bedroom window and walking over to her writing desk. She reached into the bodice of her dress and carefully pulled out a key that was concealed deep in her impressive cleavage.

Princess Juniper sat down at the desk and unlocked the drawer, sliding it open. She then pulled open a secret panel at the bottom of the drawer, revealing a small pile of letters. With a contented sigh, she placed the new letter on the top of the pile and then closed the secret panel and locked the drawer shut.

She took a sheet of fresh parchment and placed it on the centre of her desk, smoothing it out with both hands as she considered her reply. Juniper took a quill and dipped the tip in her pot of ink.

Dearest Periwinkle,

When will we be together? I dream of you every night and every day we are apart. My heart, body and soul belong to you.

Lots of love,

Your cherry pie.

Juniper gave a small sigh as she re-read her letter. She was always careful not to sign her own name. If her father the king new that she was writing love letters to a peasant then he would end it, and probably end lovely Periwinkle too.

She pursed her full, ruby-red lips and blew softly on the letter to dry the ink. She then carefully folded the letter and sealed it with a small blob of wax.

Princess Juniper then stood up and went to her bedroom door, peering out into the hallway. There was a young guardsman standing on duty, holding a tall halberd and dressed in a royal blue surcoat.

"Cal, get in here," she whispered.

Guardsman Caladium had served as Princess Juniper's personal guard for the past six years. In that time, the young soldier had watched the princess transform from an awkward young teenager, into one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Princess Juniper's beauty was famed throughout the realm, and Caladium considered himself truly blessed to be able to gaze upon her on a daily basis.

"I need you to deliver another letter Cal," Juniper told him as she ushered him into her room and pushed the door shut to ensure they were in private.

Caladium glanced nervously at the door. If he was found alone with the beautiful princess, his days as a guard were numbered. "It's too dangerous," he stammered anxiously. "I could be thrown in the dungeon if I get caught."

Princess Juniper sighed in annoyance. "I thought we had an arrangement?"

The guardsman swallowed, unable to help himself from glancing down at Princess Juniper's deep cleavage. The bodice of the priceless gown she was wearing was laced tightly across her magnificent bosom, the plump upper slopes of her ample melons swelling up enticingly from the low cut neckline of the dress.

Juniper caught the guards gaze and looked even more irritated. "Do you want to see them again then?" she said impatiently.

Caladium's throat went dry. "Yes please," he whispered, his voice fading to a scratchy croak.

Princess Juniper rolled her eyes in exasperation and reached up, untying the lacings on the front of her gown.

"Oh God," croaked Caladium as the front of the busty princesses dress loosened and more of the substantial globes of her breasts became visible. If he was to be caught with her in this state, it would be his head. But Princess Juniper was so beautiful, and her breasts... were fricking huge.

"Uh!" Caladium gave an unintelligible grunt of lust as Juniper pulled open the bodice of her gown and her ample tits burst free.

Princess Juniper's big breasts were absolutely perfect. They were large and round, but barely sagged at all, jutting proudly out from her chest and seeming to defy gravity. Her soft, olive skin was flawless and the firm, round melons were topped by hard, dark nipples that poked out from the small circles of her areola. Caladium's previously dry mouth was now watering at the sight of the princess's perfect tits.

"So you'll deliver the letter now?" she asked impatiently as she held open the front of her dress, trying her best to ignore the excited leer the guardsman was giving her exposed bosom.

"C-can I touch them?" whispered Caladium, licking his lips and not taking his eyes of the ample globes that Juniper had presented to him.

Princess Juniper resisted the urge to slap the insolent solider. "Fine. Make it quick though."

Caladium gave a small whimper as he reached up with both hands and gently cupped Princess Juniper's magnificent bare breasts his hands. He moaned as he felt the vast sphere's completely filling his hands, and the hard buds of her nipples pressing against the centre of his palms. Her breasts felt so warm, soft and smooth, they were absolutely perfect in every way.

"Oh God," groaned Caladium as he gave the Princess's royal jugs a slight squeeze, marvelling at the firmness of her massive breasts. He'd once got a titfuck from a busty milkmaid. She'd had a nice big pair of tits, but nothing like these puppies. Princess Juniper was truly blessed with the finest breasts in the entire kingdom.

"Okay, that's enough," announced the Princess, reaching up and pushing the guardsman's hands off her tits.

As Juniper started to re-lace the front of her bodice, Caladium gave a small disappointed sigh. Her tits had felt so good. Inside his codpiece, his cock was an iron pole.

"I'll make sure your letter is delivered right away," he promised, giving her a low bow. Caladium took one last, lingering look at her bust. As Juniper was pulling the lacings tight on her gown, her breasts bulged upwards above the neckline of the gown. It was a mind-boggling sight. Caladium gave a second bow and then reluctantly departed.

"The things I do for love," murmured Princess Juniper once the guard had closed the door. She wandered over to the window again and stared forlornly out at the city below. Somewhere, down there, her love Periwinkle was waiting.

***

Sweetest Juniper,

Very soon I will pluck the flower of our love and we will be together. Alas I am unable to come to you at the castle, but perhaps you could come to me. I will be waiting tonight at the Roasted Boar Tavern. Find the yellow rose and you will find your true love.

Kisses on all your pink parts,

Periwinkle

"What does this one say?" asked Princess Marigold. She sounded a little bored.

"Ah... the usual stuff," replied Princess Juniper distractedly. Her heart was racing. He wanted to meet her! She suddenly felt nervous. What if he didn't like her when they met in person?

"Oh, I ran into Prince Oleander yesterday," gushed Marigold. "He's even more handsome than I remember."

"Mmm hmm..." hummed Juniper in disinterest. She was barely listening to her sister. All she could think about was Periwinkle. Could she sneak out of the castle to see him? Maybe Caladium would help her? Although he'd probably want another look at her boobs in return.

"He even talked to me," continued Marigold. "He said my hair looked nice. Can you believe that?"

"Mmm," mumbled Juniper. She was imagining what it would feel like to kiss her handsome pauper. Would he take her up to one of the rooms in the tavern? What if he didn't like the way she looked?

"Do you think he'll ask me to dance at the ball next week?" asked Marigold.

"Mmm." Would Periwinkle have blonde hair or dark hair? Juniper wondered if his eyes were blue like she'd always imagined them to be. He'd probably be tall, and he'd have a strong jaw, she was sure of that, and the muscles on his arms...

"Juniper!" snapped Marigold in irritation. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh? What?" Juniper's daydreams about handsome young peasants were interrupted. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Marigold sighed. "Oh never mind. I'm going to get back to my needlework. You know, you really do need to give up on your pauper. There's no future in it."

Princess Juniper nodded. "Yes, you're definitely right."

***

Princess Juniper shivered as she hurried through the cold city streets towards the Roasted Boar Tavern. She spotted the sign above the Tavern door, unsurprisingly it depicted a boar getting spit-roasted above a campfire.

Juniper pushed her way through the front door and into the bustling Tavern, the air thick with drunken conversation and smoke from the roaring fireplace on the far side of the common room. The beautiful Princess shrugged off the hood of her dark cloak, revealing her shining, golden blonde locks as she looked anxiously around for her secret lover.

Juniper's breath caught in her throat as straight ahead of her stepped a tall, strapping young farmer. He had long blonde hair down to his collar, fine cheekbones and a strong jaw with a cute dimple in the middle. She couldn't tell for sure in the limited light, but he probably had blues eyes as well.

Unfortunately there was no yellow rose though. The handsome commoner pushed past her as he headed for the door, barely giving her a second glance. Juniper gave a disappointed sigh. Perhaps Periwinkle had already left and she was too late? Or maybe that had been him, but he'd hidden his rose when he saw her.

Determined to look her best, Princess Juniper pulled off her cloak. Beneath she was wearing a basic, rough-spun brown dress that she'd stolen from one of the maid's back at the castle. After all, her disguise would be ruined if she wore one of her expensive silk or satin gowns.

The dress itself was very plain, but it fit her figure well, it clung to her narrow waist and was tight across her pert round ass. The bodice of the dress was far too small for Juniper's expansive bosom though, and her large breasts were bulging up above the neckline even more than usual, but the effect did accentuate her magnificent cleavage in a most mouth-watering manner.

Juniper flicked her blonde hair back over her shoulder and sauntered sexily through the crowd of peasants drinking by the bar, determined to find her beloved Periwinkle with his yellow rose. On the off chance that Periwinkle had already spotted her, Juniper made sure to walk with a sexy sway to her shapely hips.

Standing at the far end of the bar was another likely looking Periwinkle. He was tall and strong looking, with short, jet black hair and was looking in her direction with the bluest, dreamiest eyes that Juniper had ever seen. The man was wearing a sleeveless leather vest that left his powerful looking arms bare. They were rippled with muscle and Juniper assumed he was a blacksmith or something strong like that.

Princess Juniper was about to approach the handsome young blacksmith, when she noticed that he didn't have a yellow rose either. Before the curvy Princess could even sigh in disappointment she felt a hand on her ass.

"Hey!" she yelped in surprise as she felt her firm round bum getting pinched.

Juniper spun around to see a short, bearded man grinning at her. He was reasonably well dressed compared to the rest of the Tavern's customers, probably a merchant of some sort. He was quite a bit older than Juniper, probably about forty, her father, the king's age.

"Hello there beautiful," the merchant said, his leering gaze dropping to her boobs, one eyebrow raising as he saw how tightly they were stuffed into the bodice of her dress, threatening to pop out if she breathed too hard. "Crikey! Nice knockers!"

Juniper gasped in surprise, her hands lifting up to cover, unsuccessfully, her enormous breasts. She'd never had anyone so openly admire her, not even that guard Caladium.

"How about you and me head upstairs for a little fun?" the man asked, he was grinning widely, licking his lips as his eyes took in the sight of Juniper's small, delicate hands, cupping her own huge boobs.

Juniper quickly checked to make sure he wasn't carrying a yellow rose. "No, most definitely not!" She was actually greatly relieved to see he didn't have a rose. Her Periwinkle would never be crude like that. Nice knockers indeed!

The man pouted a little from behind his bristly beard. "Aw, come on. I'll make it worth your while," he patted a pouch on his belt and Juniper heard the clinking of coins.

"No!" Juniper repeated, quickly hurrying away from the crude groper. Perhaps coming here had been a mistake.

The lovely princess was about to give up when she saw a yellow rose on a table near the rear of the common room. Juniper's heart leapt into her throat, it was Periwinkle! She was finally going to meet him in person. The pauper that had stolen her heart with his romantic letters was waiting for her.

Periwinkle, however, wasn't quite what Princess Juniper had been expecting.

Were it not for the yellow rose, Juniper would probably have mistaken the man for a beggar. He was old, even older than the merchant that had just accosted her, maybe even sixty. He was balding and rather plump, with a shadow of coarse grey stubble over his chin and cheeks and a rather unsightly red birth mark on his bald forehead. He was dressed in what looked like dirty brown rags and he was clutching a mug of ale in front of him, his hands covered by woollen, fingerless gloves.

As Princess Juniper paused, staring in surprise at the old man he spotted her.

"Juniper?" he exclaimed, standing up and looking back at the Princess in open admiration.

Princess Juniper wasn't sure how to react. She was finally seeing her true love in person, but...he wasn't anything like she had imagined.

The old man was gesturing urgently at Juniper to come and sit with him, but she remained frozen, staring silently at the old beggar.

Juniper took a deep breath, reminding herself of Periwinkle's beautiful letters. Love is blind, and his heart was beautiful. He was her one true love.

She tentatively approached his table and started to sit down opposite him, her eyes wide as she couldn't help but stare at the angry red birthmark on his forehead.

"No Juniper," he said, patting the bench beside him. "Please come and sit beside me, my love."

Princess Juniper bit her lip in apprehension and nodded, moving around to the table and shuffling down the short bench to sit close to her dreamy pauper. She wrinkled her nose a little as she smelt a mixture of odours coming from the old man, mostly sweat and stale ale, but she had to remind herself that the common man did not bathe daily like the nobility. Those were good, honest and hardworking aromas.

"Y-you're Periwinkle?" she stammered uncertainly.

"I am," he replied with a wide smile, Juniper couldn't help but stare at his yellow teeth, several of them chipped or missing. Periwinkle scooped up the yellow rose and handed it to her.

Juniper smiled politely as she accepted the rose. This was the moment she'd been dreaming of...wasn't it?

"You look even more beautiful than I imagined," breathed Periwinkle, looking her up and down in open admiration, his gaze lingering briefly on her expansive bosom. "You are the brightest star in the skies," he added poetically.

Juniper swallowed and nodded at his complement. Normally if she had read those words in one of his love letters, her heart would have fluttered in excitement, but for some reason they didn't quite seem to have the same effect on her coming from the lips of this smelly, old beggar. Was that onion on his breath or something worse?

But Periwinkle was her true love, her heart's desire. She gave a determined sigh and sat up straighter in her seat, pushing her magnificent breasts out even further. This was her moment... their moment.

"I've dreamt about this moment every night," Periwinkle told her, almost as if reading her thoughts. "I'm so happy that we can finally be together."

Juniper couldn't help but tense a little as he put an arm around her and pulled her closer. She had to remind herself that she was not shallow like Marigold, her love with Periwinkle was pure and perfect. They were soul-mates.

Suddenly Periwinkle reached up, turning her head towards him and pulling her mouth in towards his for a kiss. Juniper was startled at first, and had to resist her initial instinct to shove him away. Instead, she closed her eyes and did her best to kiss the old pauper back, ignoring his rather foul, beer-smelling breath.

Periwinkle moaned as he kissed the beautiful eighteen year old princess.

By the time they broke off their kiss, Juniper was breathless and her heart was really racing this time. She wasn't sure if that was from love and excitement, or from the effort of kissing the old man's horrible smelling mouth back.

"I'm sorry to be so forward Juniper," apologised Periwinkle. "Your beauty made me lose control."

Before Juniper could forgive him, he once again pulled her mouth back to his for a kiss. This time, Juniper's eyes went wide as she felt Periwinkle slide his hoary old tongue into her mouth as they passionately snogged.

Juniper moaned slightly as the old beggar reached up and squeezed her right breast through her dress. She almost shoved him away at his crude touch, but then relaxed and reminded herself that he was her true-love and this was what people in love did.

Periwinkle's tongue eagerly probed inside the beautiful princess's mouth as he groped her enormous royal boobs and even pinched her nipples through her maid's dress. They kissed for several minutes as the beggar's hands wandered freely all over Princess Juniper's lush, curvaceous body, even sliding down to roughly squeeze her ass.