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Ch 01 The Lessons Of A Queen

Ch 01 The Lessons Of A Queen

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Doe lit the candles and waited. She had once hated this room. Now she was merely indifferent to it. It was large, even for this castle. On one side of the room was a grand four poster bed, and opposite was a balcony that overlooked the square below. It was a room set for royalty.

Etiquette and decorum were the hallmarks of a good queen, and though a queen Doe was yet to be, it had been on her eighteenth birthday that duty dictated it was time she learnt the ways of the crown. There was once a time when she would resent the lessons. But she had quickly come to enjoy them, even if she felt she had better things to do. And as she had grown, she had realised her mother was, as much as she hated the fact, right after all. Diplomacy was an all-powerful tool when it came to dealing with people of influence, and when your family ruled the kingdom, it was more often than not people of influence that had to be dealt with.

She was just preparing for the lesson ahead when she heard the footsteps coming down the corridor, and a nervous knock at the door.

"Come in," she said.

The door opened. Sir Elinor was her usual teacher, but standing before her tonight was a knight she did not recognise.

"You're not my usual teacher," she grumbled.

"Sir Elinor is busy tonight, Ma'am," he said.

"Busy? What could he be doing that is more important than serving the princess?"

"I did not enquire, Ma'am."

"You know you didn't need to come. I do this every day, and have done since I was eighteen. I could have had just one day off."

"I'm afraid the Queen was most insistent, Ma'am, she said it's-"

"-Most important for me to learn the arts of the diplomat. Yes, yes, I know."

"Your mother went through this just as you are doing, Ma'am."

"As everybody keeps reminding me. She could have at least found me a reliable teacher. First Sir Molgrim, then Dagan, then Thomas, then Molgrim again. They kept forgetting what each other did with me. Elinor was the only real teacher I had, and now even he's got better things to do."

"I've been assured he'll be back shortly, Ma'am."

"And I guess in the meantime I shall have to make do with you, shall I?"

"Indeed, Ma'am."

She eyed him up and down and scowled. "You don't look like a good teacher."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Hopefully looks will be deceiving."

"Umm-hmmm," Doe said with scepticism. It was improper to argue. It was improper to be sarcastic. But despite her lessons, Doe had never let herself be rid of her cynicism. "I think you're in for a run for your money, Sir..." she let the sentence hang.

"Alfred. Sir Alfred, Ma'am."

"Well, Alfred, I suppose we'd better get started then, had we?" she sighed.

"Unless there's anything else, Ma'am."

"You can stop calling me Ma'am!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Let's just get this over with."

Doe stood and untied the chord of her nightie. It was a single piece, and designed for removal at a second's notice. Her mother often made her liaise with the royal tailor and dress-fitter, who more often than not presented Doe with garments of lace and sequins so unnecessarily complex that she wouldn't have known where to start. This nightie was simple. A quick pull of the chord, and they could get started.

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She shrugged the fabric off, letting it slide down her back to the floor. She watched Alfred's eyes widen as they flicked from her naked breasts to her bare midriff. And after a stern look from Doe he, too, began to undress. At least he hadn't come, like some substitutes had in the past, donning full armour. That made such a racket she'd had maids rushing in to see what the matter was, then leaving very quickly after they'd seen what the matter was. And the amount of clasps and fastenings she'd been so often roped in to unbuckle was an unrealistic ask.

When Alfred had taken his clothes off, she gave him the same appraisal he'd given her. He wasn't bad looking- you didn't get to be a knight if you didn't have the muscles to swing a solid steel sword like it was nothing. But, still, she didn't have much hope. She'd had better-looking men do a bad job on her, and she hardly held much hope for this second-rate soldier. And as she glanced down, to his exposed midriff. His dick was semi-erect, the dick he was about to put inside her. After all, that's what rich and powerful men wanted. Someone to shove their dick into. And that was what her lessons, for almost the last three years, had taught her how to do.

"Where would you like to do it?"

"Away from the window," Doe laid herself back on the bed and scowled. He could do all the work today. And he could have her in the blandest way possible. "When the days get longer the common-folk gather below in the hope of seeing their princess get fucked. And that's not something I wish them to see today."

"Well it's only a matter of time before you'll be doing it in front of more than just common-folk," Alfred said. "Just look at your mother, if it's not too bold to say so. It was only last month that she courted the Duke of Cavandare to help with land agreements."

"She didn't court him, Alfred. She fucked him. She might have fucked him well and hard, fucked him until the Duke couldn't even remember what land he started out with, but there was certainly no courting going on."

"My apologies."

"And STOP apologising! Alfred, everything you say is making me less and less, how do you say, in the mood. And the less in the mood I am, the harder your job is going to be. Now unless you've got any further advice, or anecdote about my mother whoring out her rear end in the name of politics, you're going to climb on top of me and shove your dick in my rear end. And you're going to do that until my legs go weak and I piss all over you. And let me tell you, I think even Elinor would struggle with that now all I can think of is my mother on all-fours letting that rat of a man have a go on her!"

"Yes Ma'am," he said tentatively. "Now, when you say your rear end..."

"The normal way, Alfred! The normal way!"

"Of course."

Alfred approached her on the bed, crawling towards her. Once positioned over her, he stroked her thigh, and higher, until his fingers were inches away. But instead of continuing, he lifted his hand to her ample breast, and caressed it, leaving a thumb to gently rub the nipple. And soon Doe felt her nipple harden, and as it did, Alfred plucked at it, then twisted it hard, making her gasp.

"Was that too hard?" he asked.

"No, no," she panted. "Carry on."

As he rolled her nipple one way, then another, his other hand reached the top of her thigh, and she gasped once more as he gently touched her pussy. As he began to rub it, she grasped her other breast, squeezing it in a way that seemed to delight Alfred. And as she got wetter, her other hand slowly reached down, and he felt her fingers gently curl around his cock.

"I think you're nearly ready for me," she said.

Alfred didn't need any further instruction. He spread her legs, lifting them gently under the knees before moving himself over her once more. He positioned his dick at the entrance, before slowly pushing inside. It wasn't quite as big as Elinor's, but even so, she bit her lip as her folds were pushed apart, and his member began to enter her.

He slowly pushed until he was about halfway in, and then pulled out, and then in again, getting her wet enough for the full length. He reached up to once more caress her breast, and finally slid the whole thing inside. He stopped there for a second, before slowly withdrawing.

He did this a few times, and Doe closed her eyes. But then, without warning, he thrust hard into her, making Doe cry out as he pounded. And on he went, interlacing the gentle strokes with a rough pump until she started panting harder, and he could tell she wanted more. He sped up, and she began to moan, and her cheeks reddened. She grasped the quilt with one hand and the bedpost with the other. The mattress began to bounce as the passion picked up, and Alfred put a hand on her chest to keep her in place. Doe spread her legs, letting him have full reign over her. And finally, when he felt he couldn't hold it back any more, Sir Alfred pulled his dick out. Two, three, four strands of cum shot out and landed on the naked torso of the princess, reaching almost up to her chin.

Doe continued to lay there, still panting, and gently massaging herself. When Alfred was sure he had finished, and he'd unloaded every last drop of cum onto the naked princess, he rolled off her and stood. He even used her bent thigh to wipe his cock with.

"Alfred, what are you doing?" Doe asked.

"I'm afraid that is me done, Ma'am."

"Oh, I don't think so. Did you not hear me earlier? Have you heard me scream so loud the common-folk can hear? Have you made me squirt so hard I'll need a new set of linen? You're going to climb right back on me and finish me off."

"But Ma'am, perhaps it is different for a female, but I cannot go again straightaway. I need time to... recuperate."

"And what shall I do in the meantime? You'd finally got me going somewhere. Do you expect me to just sit back and occupy my time thinking of my mother shoving some noble dick between her tits? Because believe me, I don't need to think very hard or very distantly for that memory to resurface. And then you'll have to start me off all over again."

"Very well, Ma'am," Alfred said.

And he took one of Doe's legs and kissed her thigh. Then kissed it higher. Then higher, so that he was almost on her waist.

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"I suppose this could suffice," Doe said, a sliver of satisfaction slipping into her voice.

Alfred reached out his tongue and lightly flicked her between her legs. Then, feeling the lips of her still-moist pussy, moved his whole mouth in so he could smother her with his tongue. He ran it up and down until he found her clit, and then began massaging and sucking. He heard her mutter something, but couldn't tell what it was, but her legs tensed either side of his head. And the more he licked, and felt her shudder, the more he felt life seeping back into his aching cock. He finally raised his head, and waited for her convulsions to die down.

"You've stopped," she said.

"If your Ladyship would repay the favour, then maybe I'd be in a position to perform properly once more."

"You want me to suck you off?" she said flatly.

"Ma'am, you will at some point in your career have to offer your mouth to a person of high standing. You could just consider this-"

"Oh, fine!" she huffed. "If nothing else to stop you talking! Hopefully you shutting me up will shut you up as well."

Alfred knelt up and straddled her. He shuffled his knees towards the chest of the sitting princess until his drooping dick was within reach of her mouth. She didn't use her hands, but simply used her tongue to draw it into her mouth. It was still wet from their first encounter, and the taste of her own pussy turned her on. She gave it a few extra swirls of her tongue, and sucked in and out until she felt it harden once more, an uncoil, filling up her mouth. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him in closer, so that her nose was pressing into his stomach muscles. He continued to get harder, and she felt the rod find a home in the back of her throat. Resisting the urge to gag, she withdrew, then took it once more, fucking him with her face as his dick hit deeper and deeper with each stroke. She sucked, and tried to use her tongue, but the appendage was so swollen she couldn't as much as run it along his shaft. Then, just as her eyes began to water from the organ forcing itself upon her tonsils, she manoeuvred him away, gasping as she felt the relief on her windpipe.

"I think you're definitely ready," she said, wiping her eyes. "You've already relieved yourself over my breasts, I don't need you clogging up my throat."

Once more, Alfred placed his dick, shiny and glistening, to her pussy lips. Again, he pushed in, and this time he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Immediately, he felt her pussy tighten, and he was glad that, this time, she seemed to be enjoying it more than him. His dick was still aching, and he felt like he had a while left in him. But as he rubbed, and thrusted, it wasn't long before her gasps became quicker, and rhythmic.

"Carry on," she muttered, moving her own hand down to her pussy. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"

Alfred carried on, trying to focus on the lady before him, of his dick ramming in and out of the princess's pussy. He didn't want to be the one to leave half-done. He needed to catch up.

And he didn't have long to wait. Doe gritted her teeth, and furiously strummed her hand against her clit, and Alfred felt something wet and powerful showering his dick, and chest, as the squirted upwards over him. He grabbed a fistful of her breast, roughly twisting her nipple as she did, and this, in turn, set him off. As Doe continued to rub herself fervently, Alfred pulled out once more, and let another stream of cum release over her glistening body, where the rest of it had been smeared.

They both stayed there for a moment, Doe reclined, eyes shut, and Alfred perched awkwardly as he tried to wipe his cock on the bedsheets.

"Well it took you long enough," Doe said. "But you got there in the end."

"I am a man of service, Ma'am."

"Well, your service is to teach me, and I'd even say you had a better time of it than me."

"I was only doing my duty."

"Well you shove an eight-inch dick down your throat and see how you like it."

"Is that an order?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Alfred! No, not unless you feel the urge to do such things. Though I've heard you've got the pick of them in the Knight's Academy if you ever did want to offer. In fact, I might just hire some. I'd bet a castle they'd be able to last longer than you when faced with a woman."

"It's never something that's taken my fancy, Ma'am."

"I somehow suspected, when I saw how eagerly you... unleashed yourself."

"I think, unless there is anything else you wish from me, I shall take my leave."

"Don't be a sulk, Alfred. You did well... in the end. Not quite Elinor. And I don't think the common-folk heard. But well enough."

"Thank you, Ma'am," said Alfred, pulling up his trousers and pulling his shirt over his head.

"Oh, and Alfred."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Send Laundry in on your way out."

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