The Prince and the Countess

"So anyway," said Hugh over the din of the crowd at the Drunken Oaf. "Charlotte is almost mine, I shit you not."

Nicholas sighed. "Only a matter of time. Does she have a sister?"

"Afraid not, my unfortunate friend. Afraid not."

"So why haven't you bedded her yet?"

"Good things aren't easy to get. One day that servant wench will be mine, though, worry not."

"And here I was losing sleep over it."

Will usually enjoyed their nights at the local tavern. It was an escape from the posh world of nobility, while at the same time not being

too

seedy of a place, unlike the watering holes in the slum parts of town. There was a small stage where musicians and poets performed, the beer flowed and the service was good.

But tonight, he couldn't focus.

He thought getting out would do him some good. He had spent most of the day curled up in a fetal position in his bed, agonizing over that morning's worship service. Then Hugh had pounded on his door with the invite. And so here he was, alone in a crowd, his head spinning with thoughts and emotions.

It was like some kind of dream

, he thought.

Or a nightmare. I actually did that in the confessional booth, with poor Mother Wentworth inches away. Countess Lamb. She's...she's awful. An evil woman.

Images were seared into his brain, and he was unable to get rid of them. Countess Lamb kneeling across from him, giving that judgmental look that made him go on and confess things he should never have said. Her nipples, exposed and massive, leaking and then spraying milk. Her body, bouncing up and down on her own fingers as she climaxed while Will prayed with Mother Wentworth.

She was like a demon of lust, Will decided.

"Another drink, hun?" asked a wench.

"No thank you," said Will.

"What's the matter, Will?" asked Hugh. "You look like you're standing on the edge of a cliff. What, worried about having to tie the knot soon?"

"What? Oh, yes. That's all it is."

"Relax, my friend. Have another drink."

"No, no thank you. I think I need to stay clear-headed."

He thought of Edith. He thought of her mother.

This can't go on. I can't let her do this. She's going to ruin a good thing. How long will this last? How far will she take it? What if Edith or someone else catches her antics one day? What if I'm caught with her?

As the evening grew old, determination filled his heart. And then anger. He couldn't believe he let himself get so confused by that succubus. So he got erections around her. So what? It was just a physical reaction. It meant nothing, truly. He loved Edith. He hated her mother. And he was going to put her in her place. Then and there.

Tonight

, he thought.

This ends tonight. Now that I know what she is. Now I know how dangerous she is, how wicked. I have to put a stop to this, immediately. I am a prince of Ryebury. She is simply a countess. This ends, now.

Will stood up. "Gentlemen, I bid you goodnight. I have important things to do."

***

A servant led Will through the halls of Lamb Manor at night, carrying a flickering lantern. She was young, short and busty with a worried look about her face and chin-length black hair that framed her face. "The lady usually doesn't entertain visitors at such an hour," she said.

"It's quite all right," said Will. "I'm here on important official kingdom business."

"Right this way, then. She's in her study at this time of night. She always works late." The servant rapped upon a door, and Countess Lamb's voice came from within.

"Enter."

Will entered, letting his anger fuel his steps. He closed the door, marched right in, and stood before Countess Lamb where she sat at her desk.

"Why Prince Hardwood," said Countess Lamb, her expression neutral. "What brings you here at such a scandalous hour?"

"

Quiet

," he spat, then started pointing a finger at her as he spoke. "This ends right now. I know what you are, and I know what you're doing."

"And what am I?"

"You're a harlot and a she-devil. A succubus. You're a deviant. A sinful, lustful wench. You'd be more at home down at the docks going through sailors than at a ball in a noblewoman's dress."

"All of that?"

"You are toxic, and this is entirely cruel and unfair to your daughter. I love

her

, not

you

. I will marry her, and I don't care what you say or do. I am a prince, need I remind you. You are my

subject

. You will obey me. And I command you to cease whatever game you are playing now."

Countess Lamb wore a different dress than the ruined one with the cutout holes. Will was vaguely aware of her immense cleavage hefted up high on her chest, but ignored it. His cock was flaccid, as it should be.

"And what game am I playing?" she asked.

"You know very well," said Will. "Don't act like that didn't happen in the confession booth."

"And what happened?"

"You exposed yourself there, your breasts on display."

"Only my nipples."

"You masturbated."

"So did you. That was very perverted of you. With Mother Wentworth right there. Your spiritual guidance and advisor. How could you?"

"Stop that. You will not play head games with me. This ends now. I will no longer engage with you on any sexual level. If I see something amiss while spending time with you and Edith, I will tell Edith at once. Like your nipple slip at the ball, or your exposed womanhood at lunch, or your behavior at confession. I will alert Edith of it immediately. From now on, this is going to be a normal, moral, chaste courtship. You are my future mother-in-law, and Edith is my future wife. The next time I have sexual relations will be with her, in our marriage bed, months from now."

There was a pause after that. Countess Lamb steepled her fingers. "Are you finished?"

"Well...yes. Yes I am. That's that."

"I see." Countess Lamb sagely nodded. Then she stood, gracefully moving around her desk. Will took a step back as she stepped close to him, towering over him and looking down.

Then she slapped him across the face.

It wasn't a light slap either. It was hard and painful, sending out a sharp cracking sound.

Will stood dumbfounded, shocked and confused. He had never been slapped in his life. Nobody would dare touch a prince in such a manner. His cheek stung, and his eyes watered.

"What did you--"

Countess Lamb immediately slapped him again, this time across the other cheek. "What do you

think

I just did, boy? I slapped you, of course."

Will just stared up at her, head spinning.

She assaulted me

, he thought.

She just assaulted me. I should call the guards, immediately.

Panic swelled in his chest, and the urge to turn and run was overwhelming. His feet wouldn't move from their place, however.

Countess Lamb's face was no longer neutral. She was angry again, glaring down at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Get on your knees. Now," she said, her voice strong and full of command.

"What?" said Will in disbelief.

She slapped him a third time. He flinched, touching his cheek. His face was burning.

"I said get on your knees.

Now

."

He dropped to his knees immediately. His entire body shook. His breath caught in his throat.

"Apologize for your rudeness," said Countess Lamb.

"I apologize." The words came easy and quick. It was as if a switch had been flipped in his brain. All of his bravery and anger and confidence from before had completely disappeared. Now there was only an overpowering urge to do exactly everything Countess Lamb said, as if his life depended on it.

"What do you apologize for?" she asked.

"I'm sorry for barging into your home like this. For speaking to you in a disrespectful tone. For making demands of you."

"Good. Now kiss my feet."

It seemed natural. It seemed right. If his father could see him now, he would no doubt rage. Disown him. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that Countess Lamb told him to kiss her feet, and so he would do just that.

He dropped forward to hands and knees, then placed his lips on top of her heeled shoes, kissing them.

"The other one," said Countess Lamb.

He kissed the other one, then simply waited, face down, on all fours. He dare not look up, even though he knew he would see a stunning sight towering above him.

"You will never speak to me like that again, will you?" asked Countess Lamb.

"No, my lady."

"You will do what I say, when I say."

"Yes, my lady."

"Good. Now stand up."

He stood, heart pounding in his chest.

"Drop your pants to the ground."

Fingers shivering, he fumbled with his laces, a part of his brain in disbelief that this was happening. He got them loose, then dropped his pants.

His cock was exposed, fully erect. Pre-cum even pooled at the tip.

Why...why am I so aroused? What's wrong with me?

Countess Lamb slowly walked around him, eyes down at his crotch. "I didn't get a good look in the confession booth," she said. "It's...adequate. I've seen bigger, but I've seen smaller as well."

A part of Will was relieved. Who didn't want to be adequate?

After she did a full circle, she stood in front of Will. He dared to look at her. His knees shook with both horror and arousal, fear and longing, shame and lust.

And then, out of nowhere, Countess Lamb sank to her knees.

She was profoundly aggressive.

The next instant, Will's cock entirely disappeared in her mouth. Her eyes closed as she pressed her full lips directly against his abdomen, the length of his shaft completely taken in her mouth. His cockhead had even pressed against the back of her throat, but then slipped right in, lodging itself past it. Her neck even visibly expanded as she held that position.

"What..." stuttered Will, wanting to take a step backward. But he found Countess Lamb's hands pressing against his buttocks,

pulling

him against her and keeping him locked in her grasp. "Oh...God..."

And then she began to blow him.

Her head pulled back, his whole cock almost slipping out of her cavernous mouth, then she pushed forward, once more taking all of it down her gullet. She did that over and over again, at a speed of about twice per second, making messy and loud sounds with her throat all the while.

Her lips were so big. They stretched around his shaft, and pouted outward, providing extra stimulation.

Her blue eyes flashed open, looking up at him. Curiously, her eyebrows were still scowling with a furious look, as if the blowjob was fueled by anger.

The physical sensation was overwhelming. He had never felt this before. It was nothing like his hand. Her mouth was like heaven in the flesh. It encompassed every inch of his penis. It was warm, and wet. Her tongue constantly moved, its surface massaging the underside of his cock. Her throat provided extra stimulation, clasping tightly around his sensitive, bulbous head. It was almost too much pleasure, overlapping into pain.

It was the first time he had been

inside

a woman.

Am...am I losing my virginity? Does this count?

The sight of her immense cleavage just beneath her face only added to the situation. It was all overwhelming. She grew more violent in her sucking, her head bobbing faster. Thick, runny saliva began to sputter down her chin and land on the mounds of her cleavage. Raised veins appeared at her forehead and along the sides of her neck.

"

Glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk!

"

Her throat made such barbaric sounds. As far from a respectable noblewoman as possible. Will looked backward, worried that the servant would hear the sounds she was making and walk in.

He didn't know what to do with his hands. He kept them awkwardly hovering at his sides, fingers splayed.

Then Countess Lamb pulled away, panting. One hand gripped his cock violently, jerking it off, slick with her saliva. "What's that?" she gasped, her voice hard and accusing, as if she had just caught Will stealing from the poor. She looked at him with disgust. "You like when your mother-in-law fucks your cock with her throat?" Then she angled her head downward, aggressively slurping both his balls into her mouth.

It was a strange sensation. A confusing one. She sucked his testicles. Hard. Very hard. Her cheeks drew inward, her head pulled away, but her lips wrapped tight around both balls, stretching his sack out far.

"Oh...God..." he sputtered, looking down at what she was doing to him. He felt pain. His balls hurt. Did she know she was hurting him? Was she doing this on purpose? She never let up, sucking his balls harder and harder, all while her hand jerked his slippery cock. The pain throbbed, starting in his sack, then working its way up all through is groin, his stomach, his thighs.

She finally let his balls slip out of her mouth, making a loud popping sound. They dangled below, but Countess Lamb eagerly slurped them back up, sucking and pulling them again with her mouth.

"Fuck!" he gasped, and began to orgasm.

His first load shot far over Countess Lamb's head, splattering on the carpet behind her. She immediately let go of his balls, letting them pop out her mouth, then devoured his cock in one go before his next ejaculation could occur. She kept her lips pressed against his body, his cockhead lodged all the way down her neck.

Will continued to orgasm, ejaculating directly down Countess Lamb's throat and into her stomach. Her fierce eyes glared up at him as he did so. He sputtered, his hands daring to grasp at her head, feeling her short, wild blonde hair in his fingers, the shape and contour of her skull.

Finally, his orgasm faded, and pure pleasure was replaced with agonizing sensitivity. Countess Lamb began to suck him again, his still-hard cock overly sensitive after the orgasm.

"Please..." he murmured, cringing away. "No more..."

Countess Lamb slurped away, leaning back and exhaling. Her cleavage expanded immensely with the movement. She swallowed, then wiped her chin. "There we are," she said, and stood up, her face relaxing.

Will panted, looking down at his half-mast penis, wet and spent. He didn't feel guilt or fear or anxiety this time after he orgasmed, not like the first three times he came in Countess Lamb's presence. Now, there was only exhaustion. And perhaps, a kind of satisfaction, or a feeling of accomplishment.

Countess Lamb stepped forward, close and intimate, and simply stared down at him, her breasts in his face. "I understand that recent events may have left you feeling in a state of panic."

"Wha...I don't..."

A bit of either saliva or semen hung from her chin. "This is understandable. You've lived comfortably your entire life. Yes, your father has always been difficult, but you've grown up with him, and you can handle him. Servants obey your commands. Your subjects bow to you, defer to you. You've lived a life of control and order. Everything has been predictable and within your control, yes?"

"Y...yes?"

"And then I arrive, and suddenly that control is ripped from you. You don't know what to expect. You're not in charge of your own decisions, but rather I am. Someone else is steering your ship of life, not you. And so this is terrifying to you. You felt panic. That is why you mustered your courage and approached me tonight, seeking to claim back that control you lost."

"Yes. It's true."

"That is why I will forgive you for that. Your reaction is entirely reasonable. Any sane person would panic at the thought of losing control over their lives. It's not a desirable situation to be in. But know this, Prince Hardwood. I will not relinquish my control over you. And it will not be easy for you. It will continue to be terrifying. It will continue to be a challenge. Your life is forever changed. From now on, you do as I say, not what you want. It's mid-afternoon and you want to take a nap? Too bad, if I feel like sending a servant to fetch you to do something. You feel like eating your favorite dish for dinner? Too bad, if I command you to eat something else. Want to wear a certain style of clothing? Too bad, if I tell you otherwise and decide to dress you myself. But the more you fight, the worse it will be for you. Your best course of action is acceptance. Accept giving up control, and accept that I am now the governing ruler in your life. Not your father, not your holy mother, not your God, not Edith, and certainly not yourself. Is this understood?"

Will almost felt like crying. At least, he thought he should feel like that. But there was a strange sort of relief swelling within his chest.

"Yes," he said. "I understand."

"You will continue to do what I say. You will continue to court my daughter. You will marry her. I will continue to use you, sexually. You defer to me at all times. I override the will and commands of your father. Even if that means you are thrown out of your family. You will

sacrifice

for me. Is this understood?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Good." A rare smirk appeared at the edge of her lips, and then she leaned down. She took his hair in both hands, grasping it painfully, and yanked, tilting his face upward. Then she kissed him, hard and messy, sticking her long tongue deep into his mouth. His face flushed red as he tasted his own seed on her lips and tongue.

She broke the kiss, and turned. "You may leave now," she said, walking back to her desk.

"W...what?"

"Leave. I'm done using you for tonight. Go away."

"Oh. Y...yes, my lady."

"Oh, and boy?"

"Yes?"

"One more thing."

"Anything."

"From now on, address me as mother."

Will blinked. "What?"

"Your own mother passed many years ago, yes? And you're to marry my daughter, and I'm to be your mother-in-law. So why not start now? It will make Edith happy. Call me mother."

Will swallowed deeply, then took a breath. "Yes, mother."

He turned and left.

***

As the excitement of the moment faded, and Will was alone in his bedroom in the dark of night, a melancholy fell over him. He curled up in his bed, pulling the covers tight, and lay there for many hours.

It was like every emotion had combined inside of him all at once, leaving him as a void. Now he felt nothing. He should have been in a state of panic after hearing Countess Lamb's declaration of running his life. She had laid out exactly how it was going to be. She was taking control away from him. And he had enjoyed his comfortable life. It was easy. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever. Read a book? Just go to the family library and pick one out. Go eat a lunch with his friends? Just send a missive and meet up with them. He had a great deal of liberty in his life.

But not anymore. Now, a woman, new and strange in his life, dictated what he would do. He was at her beck and call.

It was terrifying. But Will was exhausted. Physically and emotionally.

The worst of it was thinking of Edith. He loved her. She was his dream woman. She was what he had always wanted. And he had her. Beyond all unlikeliness, he had his dream woman. They would marry at some point.

He just never imagined a woman like Dominique Lamb would be a part of the deal.

He pulled the covers tight and curled up, eventually falling asleep.

***

Will bent to kiss Edith's hand. "Good morning, Edith."

"Oh, good morning, Will! It's such a happy day, isn't it?" She smiled, clapping her hands together while the carriage prepared itself behind her.

"It is now that you are here. Come along, let's get started." He motioned to the carriage, but then of course, Countess Lamb was there, looking no different from her usual self despite the eventful night before.

One big difference, however, was her dress. It was the usual fit, except for the support at the breasts. In short, there was none. They simply spilled over her corset, unsupported, while the plunging neck of her dress managed to cover her nipples down low. As a result, they rested on her belly. It was the chest of a tavern wench spectacle, really, the kind drunken perverts come from miles to gawk at.