Princess Lucia Elsworth had been spending the last hours of her nineteenth birthday with two high noble heirs and some maids. The three were sitting in comfy chairs while the maids served their every need. It all went smoothly and without incidents until one very special necklace was picked out of the mountain of gifts that were given to Lucia by the nobles of the realm.
"Princess Lucia, out of all the gifts from low nobles you have gotten that necklace is by far the most refined looking," Sir Rubert said while sipping on his nectar drink, he was referring to the piece of master craft made of gold and one large ruby Princess Lucia was holding in an open box.
"It works well with your green eyes," Lady Abigail added, she too was holding a nectar class but she had not even touched it with her lips. She was more focused on playing with her long blond hair.
"Maids put this on," Lucia commanded, her hand offered the necklace box to the woman wearing black and white who was standing behind her.
"Yes mistress Lucia," the maid said with a nod, her hands moved to gently pull aside Lucia's long red hair that was in a single braid using many decorative pins. Another maid held it while the first one placed the necklace on Lucia's smooth skin.
"Ooh, this tickles weird," Lucia said, her hands moved to feel the necklace that was perfectly her size and the ruby hanged in her neck's nape like it was shaped to it.
The next time Lucia blinked the world changed around her. She was in a pool of thick and white sweet smelling liquid and several other forms were rising from it around her. Red light shined around them but at the Princess's next blink she was back where she had been before.
"Mistress, did I do something wrong?" the maid hurriedly asked as she bowed. Lucia moved her head to look at the woman next to her.
"No, I think I dozed off for a moment," Lucia said as soft smile visited her regal face. There was no way she could say what she had seen in her short dream. It was not proper to talk about such things to servants nor nobles.
"All gifts were checked by the royal mage and the pharmacist, there should be nothing odd in then," Sir Rubert muttered, he was stroking his barely growing blond moustache.
"No nothing like that, I simply feel a bit tired," Lucia explained, her hand had ventured to her lips. The sweet scent from her dream still lingered.
"Lucia, what did I tell you about touching your lips, they will get all ruined if you do that," Abigail said with a mild smile, almost like she was hoping it to happen.
"I think I feel thirsty," Lucia voiced, her green eyes were wandering around the room like trying to find something.
"Did Princess notice my new leather pants, they are made from a rare animal our language don't even have a word yet. I'm trying to get my father name it after... the river," Rubert said, he had noticed Lucia's eyes had ventured down his clothes.
"They sure seem nice, I think I need a drink," Lucia muttered and one of the maids offered her a nectar glass, she gulped it down in one go.
Lucia's face was slowly turning redder and her eyes kept wandering even more. Rubert's leather pants had a visible padded bulge in his crotch like which many nobles used in their fashion lately, Lucia had trouble to stop looking at it.
"Isn't this nice Lucia, just the tree of us spending your birthday. Nothing like the big after party last year. No point letting just any low noble to come. Just the dance gala in the morning your father had arranged was full of all kinds of weird nobles from the far ends of the kingdom," Robert said with a grin, he had more than noticed where Lucia was looking at. His eyes were aiming back at the fine red dress Lucia was wearing that did little to hide her upper bosom.
"Yes but I really need to get that drink," Lucia almost stuttered, her hands were moving like she was fanning herself and her skin was faintly blushing.
"Mistress would you like water instead?" the maid asked.
"Yes water, I will go get water immediately," Lucia said as she stood up, the two nobles who were her age also stood up. They were only children of dukes after all.
"Mistress, we can fetch it for you," the maid said.
"No need to escort me," Lucia replied with an adamant tone despite her almost shaking hands but the maids walked behind her to the door.
"I said no need to escort me, the well is just at the end of the corridor," Lucia said and after a pause, she blurted out, "Wait here or I will... have you flogged."
"Yes, mistress," both of the maids said at the same time. They moved back to their serving positions.
Lucia walked out of the small dining room that was in the left wing of the royal castle and headed to the well at the end of the corridor. She looked around before knocking the door of the servant who did the lifting of the water with a bucket and a rope mechanism.
Even before the servant had managed to express his surprise for the Princess knocking the door the royal pushed into the room and closed the door behind her while the man backed away slightly shocked.
Lucia looked at the man in his mid-twenties before she said, "The smelly thing in your pants, I must see it."
"Princess?" the man uttered, his pants were plain and grey like any worker in the castle doing manual labour out of sight of the owners of the place.
"Nobody has ever said no to me and I won't let a mere servant be the first. I must see the thing that smells good in your pants," Lucia stuttered but her voice was gaining odd confidence despite the frantic look on her face.
"The red morning is coming," the man said, his brown eyes examined Lucia for any signs.
"What are you mumbling about, drop your low-quality pants already. I don't want to look at them the whole day," Lucia commanded, she was biting her lip and her breathing was increasingly ragged.
"The necklace? It's the one, you are the one who was chosen?" the man exclaimed.
"Are you going to obey me or not?" Lucia insisted, her trailing eyes were showing that her focus was only on one thing. The sweet scent that was attracting her like a fly to a candle was constantly burning stronger in her nose and mind.
"My name is Christof and I'm humbled to serve you," the man said with rising zeal as he dropped his pants. His cock was growing with speed and reached full erection before his pants hit the ground.
For a moment Lucia just stared at the oddly tasty looking cock with a slight mouth gape but then she said, "It looks so good. I wonder if it feels that too."
"Princess, I most gracefully accept your compliment," Christof announced. He pushed his hips forward to present himself better.
"Don't move," Lucia commanded as she stepped forward. She took a grip from the cock with her bare hand and her entire body was hit by a trembling wave.
"The taste, I must taste it, taste it," Lucia stuttered, she knelt down on the floor and faced the cock. Her eyes tilted to look at the rod that was now in front of her, her royal pale skin was more than blushing.
Christof looked at Lucia's tongue reaching towards his cock and suddenly his tip was quickly licked. In the next moment, Lucia gulped down the cock in its entirety up to the servant's pubes. He felt his cock bend into her throat and the Princess was only trying to get it deeper.
"Praised be the chosen one has claimed me, may the whole world know this bliss," Christof announced, he was bending his knees to slowly rotate his hips.
Lucia's royal face was twisting but she was not giving away any part of the sizeable meat-brick even though her breathing was almost impossible. Her desperate attempts to suck the cock deeper were nothing but impossible.
"Princess, can you breath like that?" Christof asked with concern but then he added, "Let me help you."
Christof took a grip from Lucia's head and pulled her out, the Princess lifted her hands to resist but then he pushed his cock back in and her hands dropped down. A weird smile filled her face as her glazed eyes tilted to look upwards.
The cock kept sliding in and out of Lucia's royal throat with increasing speed. Her lips sucked it almost hard enough to clean it from her saliva but soon enough the rod was coated by a thick layer of it. Lucia's tongue was cupping against the cock and licked it like she wanted to taste it more.
"Princess Lucia... no. Holy and Lustful Lucia may my offering bless you," Christof announced loud enough that anybody outside the door would have been able to hear it. He was increasing his speed and using Lucia's face like a commoner's pleasure hole.
Lucia's hairpins were well placed but Christof's fingers were digging into her red hair and making them loose and soon the first one dropped to the floor, it was a pin of silver.
At first, Lucia had tried to lift her trembling arms but then another sensation attracted them towards her loins. Her hip region was burning but her dress was blocking her path. No matter how hard she tried Princess Lucia could not reach the place that burned the hardest in her body.
"Lustful Lucia, I'm going to feed you your holy supper. May your lustful body be blessed," Christof announced and he rammed his cock all the way in, a blast of seed was directly shot down Lucia's throat. He only gyrated enough to make his cock pump more.
Lucia desperately tried to get a lick to her tongue but all the seed was directly filling her belly. Strong pulses still went through her body as her clit twitched. Despite not even been touched Lucia's virgin body climaxed from the first forceful blowjob she had ever given. Plenty of juice covered her undergarments.
Nothing even in Lucia's royal life compared to the sensations she was feeling. The seed in her was not just burning but radiating with deep happiness beyond words. Even few tears appeared to the Princess's eyes from the sensations.
Christof started to pull out his cock but Lucia clamped on it hard enough to almost prevent it but the male gyrated with his hips and managed to take it out. The moment he let go of Lucia's head she collapsed to the floor and several more hairpins dropped down.
"Do you taste the supper? Does it taste good?" Christof asked with an odd smile.
"It tastes so sweet. I could not stop myself. I just had to have it," Lucia stuttered, she was massaging her lips with her fingers.
"I must report this, I must," Christof said in a hurry and ran out.
Sometime later Lucia's still blurred eyes saw her head maid Rastle run into the room, she stopped for a moment but soon kneeled next to the Princess. The maid looked like she had run and her black ponytail was tied in a rush.
"I'm fine, I just feel a bit dizzy," Lucia stuttered before Rastle even asked anything.
