Victoria undressed in her bedroom. A very long day of celebrating with the Kingdom had finally come to an end.
She watched Skye's coach depart, which brought a smile to her face. She successfully kept her and Desmond away from each other.
She also saw Andrew leave. This brought on a little disappointment. He and Demona had danced and she was hoping more would have come of it. That would help Demona in a big way with her predicament.
Still, as the celebration came to an end, Victoria's night was just beginning.
Dressed in a soft, light purple, night robe, Victoria gave herself a once over in her mirror before leaving the room. She realized what she wanted, or at least, she thinks she wanted, but she had to find out.
Carefully, she made her way down the hall. As she passed her parents room, she heard the same moans of pleasure from behind the door that started the chaos that this day would become.
She continued down the hall and turned the corner. The hallway was empty and dim.
She approached Desmond's bedroom door. She reached down and gave the knob a turn and the door opened. Quickly, she entered the room and locked the door behind her.
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Demona wandered the halls of the lower floor of castle. She took slow steps, pretending to observe the decor on the walls. She found herself back in the main room. She stopped at the bottom of the main stairway. She observed the perfect precision in which Bayard had the staff work to clean up the party.
In the morning, no one would even know that a celebration had taken place.
She thought to herself.
She took a deep breath and ascended the stairs. She had to hurry to her room and get ready. Desmond was expecting her.
She reached her room and looked across the hall to Desmond's. She saw a light was on so she knew he was still awake.
She entered her room and quickly got undressed. She opened her closet and went through every night garment she had until she found the one she wanted. And there it was.
"He'll love this." she said aloud to herself.
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Victoria stepped softly along Desmond's floor. She noticed his princely suit draped over the clothing depository for the maids to clean in the morning.
A tiny splash got her attention as Desmond was in his bathroom, undoubtedly getting cleaned up for bed, or perhaps, for company. The door was slightly ajar.
Victoria drew in a deep breath before making her way across his room, her footfalls as silent and still as the night.
She leaned over and peered through the slightly opened door.
Desmond was attired only in his bottom sleep garment. She admired his shirtless body, so well-made.
She stepped to the side as Desmond approached his door. He left the bathroom and strode past her without even noticing her presence.
"Ahem." Victoria let out in her softest of voices.
Desmond turned to see her.
"Victoria...what...what are you doing here?" Desmond stammered.
Victoria stayed silent. She slowly moved toward him until she stood right in front of his tall frame.
"I have to tell you something, Desmond." She spoke softly.
"Okay. Can't this wait until morning?" Desmond responded.
"No. It has to be now. Right now." She insisted.
"So. What do you need to tell me?"
"All day long, I've been dealing with...certain things." Victoria started. "Remember what you said to me about taking an interest in the opposite sex?"
"Yes."
"Well, I have been. I have been even before you came to my room." Victoria admitted.
Desmond looked at her, a bit of confusion and intrigue on his face.
"I've watched you all day today, Desmond." Victoria continued. "I was watching every time Skye flirted with you, touching you and putting on a show in public while around you."
"Why is everybody all bent out of shape over Skye and myself?" Desmond defended.
"I also saw you with Demona today." Victoria came clean.
Desmond's eyes widened before he looked away.
"Um...About that..." Desmond stammered.
"Shut Up." Victoria cut him off almost playfully. "You see Desmond, what I've come to realize is, I want what Demona and Skye want."
At that, she undid her robe and let it fall to the floor, bearing all of her glory to him.
He eyed her up and down, taking in the sight of unmatched beauty that stood in front of him.
Nervously, he glanced over at his door, seemingly expecting someone else.
"It's locked." Victoria said.
Desmond stood speechless. Victoria's eyes travelled from his eyes down his body, eventually fixating down below. Eagerly, she reached and grabbed the waist of his bottom sleep garment and undid the singular strap, pulling it loose, and tugging them down.
Desmond's member sprung free, quickly growing to a full erection.
Victoria's hands dropped to her sides, her eyes travelling back up his body and meeting his gaze.
Desmond's eyes did the travelling this time, taking it all in. He gazed upon her full and heaving breasts.
"Demona is supposed to be coming here tonight." He said as he studied Victoria's enticing body.
"She'll just have to wait her turn." Victoria said.
Desmond giggled at the comment but Victoria looked as serious as ever.
"Um..." Desmond started.
Victoria took his hand and led him to the bed.
Quickly he lifted her and placed her on his bed. She slid backwards until her head rested on one of his pillows. Desmond crawled into his bed and followed her up.
He reached his hands up and pressed the insides of her legs apart. Victoria's eyebrows raised in curiosity. She watched as Desmond licked his lip and lowered his mouth over her warm and aroused sex.
"Uhhhhh." Victoria gasped.
Desmond's moist lips met her labia with a soft kiss. He let out his tongue and it worked its way between the folds of her sex in search of the bud of her clitoris, finding it with relative easy.
"Ohhhh." Victoria moaned.
Her legs squirmed and she gripped the sheets of his bed. Desmond firmed his grasp of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart and holding them in place.
Victoria's legs tensed and stiffened. She pressed her hips upward as his tongue pressed and massaged her rapidly swelling clitoris.
