Thread: Princess Park

Princess Rainbow Princess of the Court! The one and only ruler of the Rainbows! Visit her in the castle. Photo Sessions 1045 - 1110 and 145 - 210 daily, 450 - 510 Sat and Sun Court Session all together 250-310 daily in the Courtyard of Rainbow Castle As they passed over the thick water David sensed something in it, a pulse was the only way he could describe it. Somehow, someway, the river is viscous liquid was alive. Through it he sensed the park and the way it stretched out before him. As if he was now connected to it, and through it, to them. The five of the them gathered about and as his attention turned to them they looked up at him with expectant eyes. What would you like us to do? Paris asked as she pressed herself against his left arm. Her soft, large breasts touching him as she leaned in and shook her body just right. Would you like more? Atlantea asked as she sat on the floor of the carriage, her red hair decorated with sea shell shaped combs, her hands up at his crotch teasing him. I, he started as he felt the castle come closer, a stifled cry coming from within as he could feel Princess Rainbow. I can feel her, he sat back enjoying being held by Paris and London, who simply held his hand in hers in her lap. She was the most distant, within she was the most wanting. You're becoming its master now, the voice of the Matron said from above as she floated alongside the carriage. She looked at him and poured a cup of tea, at first he flinched but as he watched he saw steaming tea pour out from the pot. A fragrance of something that stirred his memory, the Matron reached down with the cup and saucer, London took it and blowing on it raised the cup to his lips. You have become all of our masters now, London said softly. As if it was something that could not be true, and never would so long as it was not spoken aloud. You command us, and soon, London raised the chipped cup to his lips slowly, turning the chipped part of the cup away. London's head tilted towards the castle, and soon, you will have her. Then the Park is yours. Mine? David thought as the cup touched his lips and he realized he was thirsty. For a moment he wanted, desired, dreamed of, the kind of tea he Father used to make when he was little and sick. As if it was a connection his father always put the tea in a small chipped cup from the Park, the same cup that London held to his lips now. The hands stroking his arms, legs, and crotch somehow kept him calm and in tune with what was happening around him. The feeling of a lightning rod in his head began to start, a power flooded into him and through that he could sense more and more of the park. Each kingdom, a place unto itself, each ruled by one of the Princesses arrayed before him. As his eyes lighted on each and to some place of desire he saw them blush slightly, a turn of a shoulder or a movement on some part of their body and he felt a reaction. A connection. Like a string that led from them into him, like puppets and he was the puppeteer. As he thought something, they reacted. David knew, without really knowing how, that he controlled them. As the sweet tea of childhood rolled over his tongue and scorched his throat in the way he remembered, David just knew he was the master here. They would do what he wanted, when he wanted. Except, he didn't want them. He only wanted, what? A hesitation and he could not remember why he had come. As the tea stopped and he looked down, the cup clinked as it was set back on its saucer and handed back. My mother, he began. It's not time yet mon cherie, the fake French accent was back to Paris. David noticed it came and went, only now he wanted it to remain, somehow it made her more attractive. The small black heart painted on her lips made his desire flame and he wanted her, needed her, now. That brought a smile to her, her voices lowered to a husky tone. Only when you have taken care of her, then only can you have everything. The last word was whispered into his ear, a seductive promise for more, of everything, that would come after. Slowly the carriage came into the castle, the archway opened to a large area that was set with wide flagstones, the axel creaked as the carriage came to a stop. Within the entry area the castle looked to be made of great grey blocks, with tall gothic windows that has stained glass pictures of a Princess who walked through fields in one, sang to a small bird perched on her fingers in another. Each window a different pose from some fantasy of a Princess out on her own, or looking as carefree as little chips of colored glass could make her. Steps led up to a set of wide, wooden doors that stood closed. The carriage stopped before the doors and the others led him out and to the stairs, Paris on his left and London on his right. The Matron landed softly ahead and turned from the doors to him. It's time, she intoned with all the mock seriousness of the moment. The doors thundered, rumbled, creaked and there was a loud crash behind them as the hinges creaked loudly while the doors split apart and opened. As he looked everything about the castle was quiet. It seemed to slumber, like most other parts of the Park he had seen. The colorless mist was gone, not just here, but everywhere. He knew it as he knew the answers to a test he had taken and wanted to pass last year. David realized at that moment what it was that made the Park what it was. Desire. It was everywhere here, from the little girls dream of being a Princess, any Princess, to the need to live in a castle with a court and be pampered. As they walked into the door and to a short hall that was flanked by salons and small tea cafes, two on each side, the heels of the Princesses shoes echoing with loud clacks as they passed through the cold, short corridor to come to the Court Room. There, on a throne above them sat Princess Rainbow. The high windows above would let light in and focus it on her, if the clouds above the Park allowed the sun to come in, the diffused light of the Park hung about her though, brightening her somewhat as the others let him go and David continued to walk while the others waited at the edge of the corridor, letthing him proceed alone. Their hands touching him and slowly washing away, like the tide on the beach that slowly passed away with each wave that reached the shore, then pulled back. As if pulling away whatever mask he had been wearing he stood now before Rainbow, naked in thought and deed. Show slowly stood up. The perfect Princess, tall, blonde with piercing blue eyes. A small pert nose beside slightly blushed high cheekbones with a wide mouth of luscious red lips. She was tall, her dress was more tight fitting, pink, but revealed less than the others. If it was possible he thought she was more endowed than Paris was, as his eyes ran over her body she stiffened slightly, as though she thought David could see through her. A long, white gloved arm raised to point to him, her body and bearing towering over him as her smooth perfect brow furrowed and the straight lined eyebrows moved as her finger pointed directly at him. What the fuck did you do? Her voice was shrill and filled with the expectation of command. You bastard, what the fuck did you do to my Park? Each would was full of ice and venom, her tone and bearing came crashing down on David as he continued walking towards him. Her eyes opened wider as he continued to get closer, I asked you a fucking question asshole. What the hell did you do to my Park? And them? The last added as an afterthought. David said nothing and as he walked over to her and up the stairs she continued. At first the voice was pleasing to hear, almost comical to hear such a sweet voice be so angry, the swearing was almost cute. It made him smile. That made her more mad as she continued. Going off and insulting him in various ways that normally would have made him cringe, especially when coming from such a beautiful woman. Instead it bordered on the comical, in some ways like a bad movie to find that the cute and perfect Princess had the mouth and vocabulary of the crudest person possible. Shut up, was all he said as he stepped up to her and realized she was much taller than he. She was tall, slender, but a curvy body that was like the best proportions of all the others, including Paris. Rainbow continued, she leaned over him, the long, thick blonde hair cascaded down her back and swung around, held just at her neck with a beaded clasp that held her hair to a long, thick ponytail. A finger came down and poked his chest, the voice continued only now it began to wear on him, I asked you a damned question you fucking idiot. Don't you ever tell me to shut up, she continued again. Her tongue was well practiced at this as the insults and comments flowed easily from her. Slowly it began to wear on him, behind he could feel the expectation of the others. As he looked at her David wondered what could he do to shut her up. His eyes roamed over her body, the dress was tight but revealed little more than the large breasts held in the high necked dress, other than the bulge of them he could see nothing. The waist was narrowed, but the dress them spread out from there, hiding any view of her ass or legs. The finger kept poking into him as she continued, her eyes a pair of piercing blue flames that would have burned him if they were of fire. As they sparkled David wondered if they were fire, he felt hot, warm. Just as he did with the others, when they were near him. His hands moved on their own as Rainbow kept at him, leaning down and poking him as if berating him like some sort of elder. Before he knew it David had his pants open and a hand casually reached up and pushed her down, at first there was resistance and she haranged him more, now insulting the size of his cock. Her insults reached a crescendo as she reached for each and every comment about his performance, capabilities and sexual urges. Taking it in hand he slapped her face with his cock and then as he looked down he waited as she continued to speak, now insulted that he would dare touch her with such a thing. She had no idea where it had been, even as he thrust it in and held her mouth over it she continued talking. It was like listening to someone talk with their mouth full, the others stepped closer but all he focused on was the feeling of her mouth on his cock. Her tongue and breath flowing over his cock, slowly she began to lick it and suck while still insulting him. Alternating between forcing it in and letting her talk, telling him how disgusting it tasted between feeding it to her. David only knew he wanted this, she wanted this and that connection grew. Slowly the feeling grew until it was a warm feeling within the pit of his stomach that moved down to his balls then up his shaft and he held her mouth over it while he came. Then, everything changed.