As the Prince watched the beautiful girl leave, her hair hanging down to where the dress clung to the curves of her ass, he cursed his mother. Many princesses had arrived at their castle, looking for his hand in marriage, and his mother played a dirty trick on every single one of them. He knew why she didn't want him to marry, when he did he would become King and she would no longer have sole rule over the Kingdom. In fact, she wouldn't have that much power at all... only that of the Dowager Queen. So, she insisted to the court that Princesses had the most sensitive skin of all, real Princesses would be able to feel a pea placed under 20 feather mattresses and 20 big downy blankets.
And so every Princess who arrived at court would leave in tears, completely unknowing as to why the Queen declared that the girl was not a REAL Princess. The court knew, but they believe the Queen. She'd even 'proven' it by doing the test herself. Of course, the Prince had peeked into the room and seen the Queen pinching herself all over that night to give herself bruises for the next morning. No one REALLY had skin that sensitive, but it was a good excuse for her to remain in power longer.
Gritting his teeth, the Prince glared at his mother. Not only was this the most beautiful girl he'd seen in a long time, the tightening in his groin responding to the way her dress clung lewdly to her, but he was tired of his mother's political machinations. It was time for this to stop.
That night at dinner, Prince Granthell poured the wine for the Princess Kerowyll himself. This was because he was slipping a sleeping drug into her drink, guarenteed to make her sleep throughout the night... but with an almost vague memory. Not asleep, not awake, and certainly not truly aware. If his mother could pinch herself to 'prove' she was a real Queen, then he could pinch this Princess to get a wife. And a beautiful wife she'd make indeed... not only that, but he liked her calm serenity and the kind way she treated everyone around her - even the servants. It was a sharp contrast to the imperious ways of his mother. Perhaps the Princess wouldn't like being drugged and pinched, but she would like being tossed out in the morning without replacement attendents even less. And she would apparently like to be married to him, all the trouble she'd gone to with getting to the castle. So it would even out.
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That night Prince Granthell snuck into the sleeping Princess' room and climbed to the top of the ladder, looking down on her sleeping face. Fortunately the mattress' were quite wide - wouldn't do to have a sleeping Princess fall off of course, it was one thing to turn a Princess down and quite another to accidently kill or maim her. There was more than enough room for 10 people on it, much less just him climbing on beside the sleeping girl. Looking down at her he marveled at her beauty. Not only that, but the very kindness of her was visible even when sleeping, in the slight curve of her smile. He much preferred her to many of the other Princesses that had come before her; their haughty ways and snooty looks had annoyed him... how could a women be passionate in bed and be a good companion when they were always looking as though they smelled something awful? Perhaps his mother had been doing him a service... but she wasn't now, not by putting this sweet and joyful girl through the test that no one could pass.
As much as he didn't want to pinch her and give her bruises, he knew it was necessary. Gritting his teeth, he turned down the blanket... and gasped.
The Princess was sleeping nude... wonderfully and gloriously nude.... he thanked all the stars above that he'd slipped the sleeping potion into her drink. If she were to wake to him staring at her naked body he didn't know what she would do. Although he certainly knew what he wanted to do to her... especially right now with her laying here before him, a slight smile on her face and her round breasts rising and falling with each breath. She was stunning, perfectly flawless, from her ivory skin to the small patch of blonde hair on her mound.
Groaning, he lay next to her and ran his hand above her body, not actually touching her, just following the line from her collarbone, over her breast and down to her mound and smooth thighs. Damn she made him hard. Well... there WAS more than one way to give someone bruises... and she WAS going to be his wife soon... and he hadn't had a woman since his father died six years ago and his mother had taken over and kept him from seducing the kitchen maids. Perhaps tonight he could get some pre-marital relief... and make sure that this beautiful Princess became his bride.
Blowing gently across her chest, he watched as her perfect pink nipples hardened into little buds, looking like ripe fruit ready for plucking. Reaching out, he gently touched one, almost shuddering at the pleasure that just touching her gave him, he ran his finger around it and then pinched it gently. In her sleep, the Princess' mouth gaped slightly as she let her breath out in a sigh. He pulled his hand back like a child caught stealing candy as her body shifted slightly, spreading her legs open a little more.
Smiling at this small success, he reached out with both hands and began softly caressing her breasts, then began to massage them more firmly, feeling his dick ache in the confines of his trousers as he played with her body. Princess Kerowyll continued to breath deeply as he began to squeeze her breasts, and she actually let out a small moan when he lowered his mouth to suck on one pink nipple. Flicking the hardened nubbin with his tongue, he watched her face as her mouth opened a little more and she sighed. It would be so wonderful on their wedding night to do this and see her looking back at him.
Moving his mouth reluctantly off her nipple, he began to suck on portions of her breast, sucking very hard so as to draw the blood to the surface. He began to create hickeys all over her, her stomach, arms, chest, hips, and legs; it became almost a compulsion, to get another part of her body into his mouth for him to suck. After awhile, he found himself between her legs, staring hungrily at her pussy. It was glistening with juices, she'd become aroused in her sleep by all his attentions - and no wonder, her nipples were shiny with his saliva. No matter how many times he'd gone to another part of her body, he'd always returned to her nipples, nibbling and twisting them with his fingers. Now he could see the fruits of his success in her moist pink slit.
He couldn't help himself. Practically diving into her pussy he began to eat like a starving man, sucking and nibbling on her outer lips. The Princess began to moan, her pussy becoming even wetter as he wriggled his tongue in her virgin hole. Pressing a finger in, he ran into her barrier. Definitely a virgin. Although that was the normal state for Princesses, he almost sighed in disappointment. Not that he wanted a bride in any other condition... but something inside him wished that he would have been able to get away with relieving himself in that sweet hole.
And yet... just a little further down was another hole. Pausing in his ministrations, he looked at that crinkled hole, that tiny little pink rosebud. He'd never considered putting anything there before... would it be possible? Dubiously he looked down at the substantial bulge in his trousers. Surely that wouldn't fit into that tight little space. And yet... wasn't her pussy hole just as tight? Possible.
