Ben adjusted his cuff link before suggestively looking at Sam. She pulled up a lace, thin thong and slipped on a blue, slutty dress. It was strapless, the kind that, at any moment, could fall, reveling her matching low, open tip bra. She notched him staring and put on a show, purposefully wagging her ass and rubbing herself.
"Tease," he muttered, stepping over and taking her in his arms. "But a hot tease."
Sam rolled her eye and gently pushed away. "No touching. I want to save it for when we're with the princess."
Now that made Ben quirk an eyebrow. "Why? Think she'll want to disrobe you?"
"Well--yeah."
"But what if I want to--"
She leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "You can... but I want to strip for her. I've never gotten to do it in the orgies, someone always comes by and takes me first."
"Naughty, naughty," he cooed, causing her to blush.
Soon, Syrn entered the master bead room wearing a nice suit of his own. It was more servant than billionaire, however. Cheap, in other words, not that it would matter. It was going to be on the floor sooner than later.
"Ready to go?" Ben asked.
The lad nodded and opened the door, gesturing for his boss and friend to exit first. Ben took Sam's hand and led her into the hallway... where she then had to lead him through the corridors and rotundas. He was still new to the castle, after all. He didn't know where Princess Raine's chambers were.
"Got anything special planned?" Sam asked, drawing Syrn's attention. He also wanted to know.
"What do you mean?" Ben asked.
"Like any sex duels or kink you want to try?"
"Honestly, no. I want to take things natural, or even had Raine lead."
"Welllllll," Sam bashfully glanced at him. "I have a request, then."
"Name it."
"I want you--and Princess Raine--to take turns spanking me."
Ben almost missed a step. "You do?"
She nodded. "I wouldn't be averse to role play either."
"What kind of role play?"
"She's the mean, hot princess and I'm the scribe's ditzy daughter."
"You want to be dominated like Syrn?" Ben asked. The lad went red.
Sam stared at the floor and hesitantly said, "No... the opposite, actually. Well, not at first. I want Princess Raine to be mean to me, then when I lick her pussy and fuck her, she realizes just how wonderful I am and praises me. It's actually been a dream of mine, I just never got to fuck her at the orgy alone. She always has a few people around her..."
He understood. And could probably swing that with Raine. But he didn't tell Sam that. Instead, he said, "I don't know. She is a princess. That seems beneath her." The liaison deflated sadly, pouting. Ben didn't like seeing her like that, but a little torture now would make the release later all the better.
Ben changed the subject. "And Syrn, everything you normally like?" The lad nodded. "Good. Because I think Raine has something special planned for you."
They arrived at the princess' chambers at sundown, finding a fimilar steward waiting for them. Dawn was Princess Raine's oldest friend, and one of the few who knew her before she rose to royalty. She was always around, always with a finger in the princess' pussy, and always whispering sweeting things into her ear.
Dawn had autumn hair that curled past her shoulders. She stood tall, unwavering even, and watched the trio approach amused. She had entertained countless people while waiting on her lady, and yet, these three made her smile. With her perky, medium sized tits already on display, locked behind sexy black lingerie, Dawn halted their approach.
"Welcome, Sex Ambassador. It is wonderful to meet you again, I hope your time in the castle has been eventful."
"It has," Ben answered eye-fucking the steward. "But I get the feeling yesterday will pale in comparison to tonight."
Dawn blushed under his gaze but stood strong. "Yes, it is my ladies hope you stay the entire night. She like a warm body in bed with her."
"As long as you and Sam are in there as well, then sure."
She caught herself glance at the liaison, a flutter in her heart and between her legs. "That is acceptable. But what of your servant?"
"Syrn can join, but I don't think he will." They all looked at the lad. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, pulling the hem of his jack down firmly. "So, if the princess wants him in bed with us, she'll have to hold him down until he passes out."
Syrn let out a muted grunt. Dawn smiled at the sound and said, "That could be arranged. But before that, my lady has expressed a desire to meet with you solo for a few moments."
Ben expected such a thing, and was glad. He wanted to talk alone with her as well. He stepped up closer to he door, planting a hand on the massive gateway into pleasure heaven. He stopped, however, and loomed over Dawn. "I look forward to getting to know you better."
"Likewise--" The word died in her throat when Ben kissed her. It was nothing special, but it leaked heat and pleasure. Both knew what tonight entailed, and this kiss, while a relatively small portion of it all, marked the start of something magical.
Ben broke away and said, "I'll be quick, don't start fucking without us." He specially leveled a glace to Sam, who sarcastically rolled her eyes. With that, he pushed open the door and slipped in.
Raine's room was a wide penthouse apartment. It was high in the castle and took up most of the spire floor. Windows overlooked the city and the endless sky, the clouds holding everything in the air. Bedrooms and hallways went off to one side, but something beckoned Ben deeper in. He slowly followed, finding what he could only describe as a playroom.
A bed took up most of the room, while various sexual objects lined the walls. Swings, massage tables, an "X" shaped BDSM cross, chairs with the seat cut out, benches that came to a sharp top, and handcuffs, lots and lots of handcuffs. Sex toys overflowed from chests, and candles light the room. The smell of orange blossom and lavender filled the air, along with a musky depravity.
And there Ben found Raine. Like a goddess, she sat on the bed, her legs crossed and her back straight. She watched him approach, only standing when he fully entered the room. He froze from her beauty. A see-through, thin cami gently rested on her shoulders, her nipples visible underneath. Silky white panties rode her curve perfectly, almost touching tender lacey nylons. Her hair was down, and a sensual red lipstick amplified her smirk to dangerous levels.
Ben mindlessly tugged at the collar of his suit, suddenly hot. He stared at her, careful not to miss a single sway of her hips as she stepped over. She touched his chest, slowly rotating around him, dragging her hand across his arm and down to his waist. She pushed in close, riding her hands on his bent and teasing her hard nipples onto his back. She was shorter than him, but in that moment, Ben was a little boy again, eager to please.
"Hi," he said.
Raine stood on her tippy toes, nuzzling the back of his neck. She left a few small kisses before pointing her lips at his ear. "Hi," she echoed, a hint of amusement showing through her sexiness. She might be a princess, but at the end of the day, she was a girl as well.
Ben's hands found hers, pulling them forward, wrapping them around his hips to his front. She stepped closer, allowing him the moment and hugging him from behind. He swayed slowly, she followed. They went round and round, her ear lay on his back listening to his rapid heartbeat.
"Do you do this with everyone you've just met?" Ben whispered. He had never stood like this with anyone; not a girlfriend, not a wife, not a lover. He might have loved his previous partners at the time, but they were never as close as this--this was something else. Raine and Ben had only met twice, and yet, here they were, in each other's arms.
She giggled. "No. Usually I just fuck them and move on."
"But not me?"
"Not you."
They swayed through the room, to the window where they looked over the city. Ben untangled her and pulled her beside him. "I feel close to you, is that strange?"
Raine shrugged, resting her head on his arm. "It was my orgasm that drew you to this realm. We're connected in more ways one."
Ben hadn't considered that. Did it matter? He leaned on the side of "no," but then again, he knew bugger all about magic. Slowly he rubbed her shoulder with his thumb before tearing his eyes from the window. She looked up, and for a moment they lost themselves in each other's eyes. Neither remembered who initiated the kiss, but they stood there, lips locked, for several amazing moments... before Ben pulled way.
"What does that mean then? Should we get married?" he asked completely seriously.
She stumbled from the question, again expecting it. "You are a strange one."
"I am a 'sex ambassador.' We're aliens from other worlds." Ben held her gaze. "You didn't answer my question."
"Should we marry?" He nodded. Raine hesitated and said, "No. Maybe. I don't know. Sex Ambassadors, in ancient days, were thought to be angels and they married kings and queens. I'm no queen."
Ben gaped at her. "Wow. I didn't know that was possible on this world." Seeing her confusion, he added, "This world is strange, sometimes off putting, and downright sexy. And yet, I haven't met anyone who isn't hot as fuck and down to fuck. Your world is brimming with confidence and runs on spur-of-the-moment decisions. And yet, here, standing in your bedroom while your half naked, you are suddenly indecisive and insecure."
"I am not insecure," she snapped.
"You just said you couldn't marry me because you weren't a queen. ME! A random paramedic from Earth! If I'm supposed to marry a queen, how does a princess ever marry?"
"They don't."
Ben sighed. "Let's shelve the marriage talk. We hardly know each other anyway and I was mainly asking for my own curiosity."
Again, Raine was thrown for a loop. "You don't want to marry me?"
"Right now? No. We haven't even been on a date. I hardly know anything about you, and you me."
"Right, your 'dates,'" she said, slowly leading him to the bed. "What a strange concept. Those are certainly not the norm here."
He pointed at himself. "Alien, remember?"
Raine shoved him onto her bed, sending a shockwave through the silk sheets. She then straddled him, climbing over top and purposefully grinding her panty-covered pussy on his pants-covered dick. "And what, pray tell, do I have to do to get a date?"
She took his lips with hers, peeling his jacket coat from his arms. They didn't break, not even when she unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed her hands down his chest. With one hand, she took his hand and led it to her breast. He squeezed, and Raine moaned softly into his mouth. Their lips flexed and their tongues wrestled, he groped her, rubbing her thigh and cupping her ass. Her hands found his belt, and it was removed a moment later.
The kiss broke, and she helped him take his pants off. His boxers slipped low, and his enraged cock sprung.
"You didn't answer," she said, sliding down his legs to the floor. She sat on her knees and took a grim grip at his base, breathing on the massive rod hotly.
