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Thread: A Royal Catch (Xanaphia X CrushedbyHeels)

Come now, if such parties are too good for princes, who is good enough? She chided him playfully, curtsying low enough to give him an eyeful. Oh, he was trying so hard to be polite and respectful to her but she couldnt help making it difficult on him. She wanted him to think dirty thoughts, to swell in his pants as he fantasized about her. She brushed a strand of hair from his face, letting her hand rest on his shoulder. None of this lady business. How long have we known one another? You call me Reine, of course. She told him firmly, more firmly than anyone would dare talk to royalty, but she was sure he liked it. Her honesty, her forthrightness. None of this hiding behind polite pleasantries. It was a relic of her old life and yet it was a purposeful act. To stand out from the other women vary for his attention. Now would you grace me with a dance? Before some lovely young lady gets her hooks in you? She asked softly, leaning in to whisper in his ear, brushing her bosom against his chest. She breathed deeply, taking in his scent with a triumphant smirk on her face.
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A fourth prince, La-Rienne, he said, smiling. This is at least a second son's party. Still, I- Her curtsy nearly killed him. He was certain she'd never curtsied that low to anyone. Not his brothers, not even his father. It offered a glorious view, and sweet, rolling landscape of flesh teasingly pressed against the expensive fabric of her dress. A small shiver ran through his body. Uhm still, thank you, he finished lamely as she stood again. He felt like he was standing on a snake everything was moving under him, and he didn't know how and he didn't know how he'd gotten here. Something was happening... Her warm breath blew across his ear and he was done for. He was seventeen a barely contained bundle of hormones at the best of times. And it was his seventeenth birthday a day universally associated with finally having sex. And she was the girl that first fantasy, the woman who's a babysitter or a governess for other boys. And if anything, she was more beautiful now than she'd been then. Of course, he said, fighting to keep his eyes respectful until they reached the dance floor. Then she was in his arms, her body pressing against his, and whatever his eyes were doing was small change compared to what would happen if he lost control of his hands.
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She pressed her body close to his, looking up at him with a warm smile. When did you get so tall? She asked him, her eyes not leaving his, even though her hands roamed his body. Once held tightly to his bicep, feeling the muscles in his arms the other was on his back, holding him close to her. She sighed softly, closing her eyes in bliss for but a moment. MmmAnd so strong too, She purred into his ear, running her lips up his neck to his ear. You are going to make some girl so very lucky, She added in a breathy whisper, letting the words settle in his mind, all the while her hips pressed against his. She nuzzled his neck as the dance continued on, their bodies moving in perfect unison. She bowed to him as the dance ended, deeply once more to excite his lust. You are a lovely dancer, Prince Caleb, She told him boldly, leaning in for one more whisper, I am sure those skills will translate well elsewhere. She gave a sly wink before walking off to get herself a glass of wine. She switched her hips dramatically, confident that he was watching her.
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The dance was...difficult. It was obvious that while he felt the need to keep his hands out of trouble, his dance partner did not. In fact, her hands seemed to absolutely LOVE trouble, and as every whispered word mad her body feel that much warmer pressed against him it finally began to dawn on him that possibly...just possibly...she actually wanted to sleep with him. Caleb would bet on himself in a sword fight against nearly anyone. He could ride and...especially...sail with the best. And he knew exactly what to do in the throne room, at a council of state. But he was painfully inexperienced with women. And unlike a lot of young men...especially princes...he didn't assume he was excellent at it. In fact, he was almost as terrified by the idea as he was excited. He watched her hips as she walked away and the idea tumbled through the now completely hormone flooded lump of urges currently passing for his brain. The more he thought about it, she was what he needed. He could never hope to satisfy her, not really. A woman as successful and wealthy as her had probably had all kinds of fun...as was her right and due, obviously. But she'd know that too. Maybe she could...teach him... Of course, bringing the subject up was hard enough. Protocol demanded he dance with certain people, so he went to fulfill his obligations. He was a dutiful fourth son, after all. But the moment he was free he went to find the woman he couldn't help but think of as Lady Malencourt. It seemed to take forever to get a moment to talk to her alone, but when it did... Lady-Rienne, he said, I was wondering if...I... He shook his head, his black hair toss eking around his shoulders. I was wondering if you'd...like to take a walk. Out in the garden, away from...away from the party.
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She drank several glasses watching him dance with his other obligations. Every so often their eyes would meet for a brief moment before she was called to attend to some matter or another. She smiled to herself as the young prince approached as soon as he was free. She handed him a glass of wine and took one for herself, looping her arm with his as they made their way outside. A few guests stopped them, to wish the prince a happy birthday, to compliment Reine on her party, on her home. It seemed to take so long to get him alone with her, but she knew the wait was worse for him then her so she made him wait. Slight touches to tease his senses, occasional coy glances in his direction. Finally they were free and alone in the cool night air. She clung to him tighter now, finishing her drink in a quick swig. There was something quite romantic about the scene. The two of them, alone, under the stars, the salty breeze coming in. The sea air brought back memories some sweet some not so sweet. With a deep breath she pushed them from her mind, turning her attention to her handsome companion. I hope you are enjoying yourself, she asked casually before continuing, I didn't spend all this money for you to be anything less than completely satisfied. With was a simple comment, yet also a demand, for honesty, for his to speak his mind.
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Oh, I am! Caleb blurted out, although he understood what she was saying. The sea meant something very different to him to Caleb, it was a playground. Someplace he went to feel confident, strong. He wished they were out on a boat right now...although all the years she'd spent as a pirate probably meant that Reine Melacourt could run rings around him there, too. Still, it didn't matter now. There had been a challenge...and a demand...in her words, and he planned on meeting it. The party was amazing. It's just... He felt her body pressing close against his side, how warm she was, how soft her skin felt and how strong she seemed, and realized he was blushing. For the first time, he wished fashion didn't favor loose, open shirts. It made a lot of sense in the tropical weather of the Tarot Islands, yes, but it also meant there was a lot more blush for everyone to see when it happened. I'm seventeen now, he said, struggling to put the words together. And I'm expected to be a man now. But I've never....I don't... He shook his head. Not working, start again. Everyone expects me to find some palace girl tonight, he said. To make myself a man. But I barely know anything about...about what to do when I've got her. I mean, I know the basics, but I just... Again, not great, but now he was stuck with it. That's the only part of tonight I'm worried about. I think...no, I know that if I go downstairs and ask any of the girls down there to come with me, they will. But I'll...disappoint. I don't have any experience at all! So....so I thought maybe someone with experience could help me. Someone....someone like you. The last three words were blurted out with such speed he was amazed he didn't sprain his tongue, but then it was out there, and he looked at her in abject horror of her response.
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She listened quietly, with a sincerely curious look on her face as he stumbled through his words. She didn't speak or make any faces, not wanting to intimidate him. He was so cute and shy it actually warmed her heart. Once he finished speaking she caressed his cheek and took his chin in her hands, bringing his eyes to hers. Oh, the things I could teach you... She said with a smirk bringing his face to close to hers. She took a quick kiss from his lips, parting his ever so slightly. Just a taste of her, to excite him. She wanted him hungry for her, eager. She lead him back inside, avoiding the party altogether. If she made this boy wait any longer he might not be of any use to her. Well, she could always find some use for him... There are rules now, She told him in a firm yet gentle voice, In this room I am Mistress. Only Mistress, not Lady Melacourt, not Reine. I am repeating myself because if you forget, I will have to punish you. She was very matter of fact with him, disseminating her rules the same ways his tutors might explain math or history. If I tell you to do something, you do it. You don't question me, you don't talk back and you certainly don't refuse. She felt like a pirate captain, barking orders, demanding obedience. All this time her hands were working at her corset, working it loose. Soft full breasts spilled out of her top, revealing the soft pink areolas and nipples. Now, come here and suck my tits, boy.
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He had expected...he wasn't sure. Refusal, certainly. In the dark corners of his mind he'd feared that she would yell at him...or worse, that she might laugh. What he'd really expected was a calm, gentle refusal and her sending him on his way. And if he had pictured her saying yes, it hadn't been quite like this. First of all, she was willing. More than willing, eager. That was surprise enough. Her lips against his, though, almost made him useless for the night. He felt his lonely, unused cock twitch in his pants as she kissed him and fought to keep it still with all the focus he could muster with her soft, insistent lips on his, drinking the will from him, driving him mad.... He followed her without question. No response was possible. When they reached her bedroom, he listened to her in a kind of haze. All of a sudden his arms seemed ridiculously light and filled with lead at the same time, like they were about to flail wildly and then break off. His eyes were locked on the knot of her corset as it came undone, but her still heard her voice. Command voice, captain's voice. Every member of a noble house in Tarot was expected to go to see he knew it when he heard it. He'd been taught to obey it. As her glorious breasts spilled forwards, dancing invitingly in front of him, he saw no reason to resist his training. Obedience brought the hope of rewards, after all. In fact, he began to feel that obedience WAS a reward that the command itself had been a gift, almost as grand as any pleasure he might have from the evening. And anyway, he was being commanded to act out the greatest desire in his heart. Yes Mistress, he said hoarsely, stepping forwards. He leaned down and gently began sucking at her nipples, his whole body boiling from the inside out.
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Mmmmmmmm........... She let out sighs the grew in volume as he took her into his mouth. Such a warm, moist mouth, drawing the blood to the nipples, filling them with her lust. She grabbed onto his hair, tangling her fingers in it, getting herself a good grip on his head. Yes, use your tongue. She demanded of him rewarding him with a soft sigh. Bite, just a bit, then suck ...awww, She threw back her head and a low, loud moan. She used his hair to direct him, tugging on it to signal her desire. Tease it with your tongue, move back and forth. Yes, like that... She played with the other one with her free hand, Not too hard, they are attached to me... She corrected him with a sharp pull of his hair. Overall he was a good listener, quick to follow her every direction. She was looking forward to teaching him many things. She pulled his hair hard, pulling his mouth from her tit to her own mouth. She took a deep hungry kiss from him letting her tongue fondle his. The kiss seemed to stretch out into the night. She was moving them now, towards her bed. Once she felt it she finally broke off the kiss, hiking up her skirt with her free hand, bring him to his knees by his hair. I think it is time to worship at my altar. She informed him with legs spread wide. She was perfectly hairless down then and already wet.
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He followed he every instruction as best he could. He was hear to learn, after all. And he found that doing as he was told did have rewards. Both the reward of his service to her--and it would have been silly to call it anything else--being better for the both of them, and the reward he was continually discovering of simply taking her orders and carrying them out. Even the slight pain from his tugged hair was a thrill. And her breast tasted so luscious in his mouth. He almost complained when it was taken away from him, but she was his Mistress. He'd agreed to that....and of course, a prince always kept his word. Besides, then she was kissing him and he melted into her, wrapping his arms around her body, not daring to let them explore too far without instructions but literally incapable of keeping them from her skin. He didn't even realize they were being guided until she broke the kiss, spreading her legs. He almost felt a bell toll when she brought him down to his knees. It was like a machine clanking into place, like a sail catching the wind. This was....was where he belonged. The sight of her slick, hungry pussy made him shiver all over. It was the first time he'd ever seen a pussy, and looking at it the end of the hallway formed by her thighs gave it a sort of inevitability. He'd heard men did this, but he didn't...no. No, he couldn't disappoint her now. His head moved forwards, tongue sliding out, until it pressed against the slick lips of her pussy. The taste was...odd, musky somehow, but he liked it, he wanted more, and closing his eyes he buried his head between his Mistress's thighs.
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She arched back, opening up to him. His warm wet tongue explored her inner core and she moaned loudly into him. He was so enthusiastic , tasting her lips, her insides. He was so hungry for her and she was a kind mistress, feeding him until he had his fill. She tugged his hair, not too rough, just to get his attention. I want it on my clit, She directed him, squirming her body to line it up with her mouth. The nub, just above the opening... She instructed between moans and sighs. She didn't bother with quiet. It was never her style, and she had no intention of starting now, with the gorgeous young prince licking her cunt so lovingly. And as he found it, the sensitive spot at the top of her pussy, she let out a squeal. Oh she couldn't have been happier that he found it. Yes, that's it...Lick, suck...bite, just a little....oh..... It was so much. He was so compliant, he ceased to be another person, but an extension of herself. As if she were eating herself out. Oh, he was a far better pet than she could have dreamt. She wrapped her legs around his head, squeezing him with all the power her thighs contained. He was not going anywhere until she came in his mouth. Yes, use a finger too... slide it in... She demanded, her thighs putting pressure on his head until he obeyed.
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It was all so...easy. It boiled down simply to Mistress Knows Best. In the back of his head, some part of him realized she could ask things he wasn't willing to do. It also realized she would get them from him anyway successfully resisting her was unthinkable. He followed orders, diving happily into his work. The clit was something of a revelation he'd heard stories of what women were like, but reports had disagreed on the best way to handle things. Obviously, however, the clitoris was real and...per the warnings of an older girl he'd known...he'd successfully found it. If he had any doubts about that, he gasps and moans would have washed them away. Her voice seemed to pierce deep inside of him, more powerful than any music he had ever heard, concrete proof that he was pleasing her. And that was important to him, insanely important, he had to keep her happy, to make sure her moaning didn't stop.... And then her thighs clamped around his head and his heart skipped a beat. He had already felt weaker than her, submissive. Now, as her glorious legs closed around him, he felt powerless. He could literally feel her strength there, and knew that even if he had wanted to escape it was now impossible. Somehow, that utter loss of control made everything more intense, made every feeling sharper. He lifted a finger...although that wasn't what he wanted inside her, but who was he to argue when she had him trapped? And pressed it against his Mistress's pussy. Hesitantly at first, then more forcefully, he pushed it inside of her. She was so warm and wet and tight inside, it felt better inside her than he'd ever dreamed.
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She grunted something fierce as he slid one of his thick, long fingers inside her. With his mouth on her clit and his fingers filling her she was in pure ecstasy. There was something about having the prince, on his knees servicing her, that made this all the more special. The fact that he reveled in pleasing her was secondary it was nice, made her job easier but was the commanding him that was sending her over the edge. She was sitting up now, her thighs still resting on his shoulders, twitching as he probed her sensitive slit. She grabbed onto a chunk of hair, partially to direct him and partially for an outlet for the sensations rushing through her body at the moment. More! she demanded with a deep throaty growl, clenching him in a fit of passion. She bucked her hips against his face, against his fingers, the pleasure growing beyond her control. She was right on the verge of climax as she placed both hands on his head, tangling with his hair. She was loud enough now there was a risk of guests hearing them, even over the sounds of the party. Not that it should be so surprising to them, this was expected after all, for the prince to lose his virginity on this day, as hundred of princes had before him. What was unexpected, however, was that the prince might provide his partner with an orgasm during his very first time. The point that he would even want to, that he would even care enough to consider his partners desires was unusual enough. Most men of his age were far too selfish to concern themselves with the mythical female orgasm. And the few that weren't too selfish were never skilled enough to produce the desired effect. Not before their own lust drove them impatient. For the prince to be able to drive a woman to such a powerful climax, on his first night, was extraordinary. No one had to know that it was at her command. No one had to know how much she was helping the situation, only that she screamed Caleb! as the top of her lungs. Then she melted on the bed, the pillowy breasts heaving rapidly as she regained her composure. Her whole body was relaxed, loose while her gushing cunt was spread open wide. Come now, I think you have earned your prize, She invited with a contented grin on her face. There was more work to do, but she was feeling too giddy to focus now.
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It took a while for her cries to penetrate the throbbing in his ears. It was like his heart was pounding out of his chest, an eternal drumbeat in synch with the movement of her hips. He poured himself into pleasing her, so focused on the beat and on her body he didn't hear her moans until they were loud enough to be heard at the party. When he did hear them, realization washed over him. They had to be able to hear them of course, everyone would pretend they heard nothing. But moans and cries on the 17th birthday would satisfy a lot of the gossipers, or at least give them a new topic. Namely, who's voice was it? Everyone would probably assume some palace girl, but just wait until the other young men in the palace learned who he was with! He'd be the envy of half the kingdom! Unless she wouldn't want anyone knowing, which... More! Her command was like a thunderbolt through his body, and he responded immediately. He fought to please her harder and fast, to force his tongue deeper inside of her. The salty-sweet taste of her filled his mind, and he strained the muscles of his neck and back to push himself inside her, to twist to please her clit and then find his way back deep inside. When she came, bucking into his face, it was like being hit by a tidal wave of fire. His body was literally burning for her. And hearing his name screamed by her, in such desperate pleasure, made him feel like a god had come and given him his fondest wish. He fell back as she collapsed into the bed. He hadn't gotten a good breath of air in a while, he hadn't even realized, so he knelt there gasping. As she offered him reward he stood, and was momentarily trasnfixed by the view. Her body spread out on the bed, glistening with sweat, the corset and skirts hugging her, soft pillowey breasts so inviting... Sh-should I undress? he said, flushing again at the question. He tugged at the collar of his silk shirt. I-I didn't want to without permission, Mistress.
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She sat up on her elbows, cocking an eyebrow at him. She just offered to let him fuck her brains out and he was sill asking questions? She supposed she couldn't blame him too much, his dependence on her was yielded some nice rewards. Through her guidance he managed to deliver her a powerful orgasm. She would only have to teach him once before he would know how to please her. She Sat up now, beckoning him with her finger. Once he was in arms length of her, she tugged on his pants, bringing him right up to her. She nearly tore of his panted pulling them down, revealing his hard manhood to her. Oh, how she was looking forward to riding that cock, but that could wait for now. It was his day, he can do the work. She yanked his shirt over his head, her free hand feeling his smooth and hard chest, tracing the well defined muscles there. Yes he had grown into quite the delicious young man, and molding him into her perfect lover was going to be a most enjoyable pursuit. She pulled him into another deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. Falling back onto the bed, she pulled him down on top of her, not breaking off the kiss for a second. She found she tasted quite good, no wonder he was so hungry to eat her up. She feeling his strong chest pressed down on her soft one, his hips lining up with hers, his thick member graving her sodden womanhood. She wanted it inside her already, squirming her hips to grant him access. Her thighs were brushing against his hips now, and once she felt the head of his cock brushing against her swollen pussy lips she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her with one single powerful motion. She moaned into their kiss as his cock split open her throbbing cunt, filling her out. It was amazing, and she was ready to lay claim to this cock. and she knew how to do so.