Chapter 14
We kissed in the carriage, lips and hands wandering. Then, at last, we entered a lavish hotel. No sooner had the door closed than she captured my lips again, her hands already working the buttons of my habit, just to beneath the bust. She then loosened the laces of my corset, only enough for my breasts to spill free into her waiting hands. She cupped them, kneading, her thumbs brushing over my stiffened peaks. She pinched, tugged, and rolled them with such skill I cried out in quiet surprise.
"Your nipples stand so pert," she murmured, lips brushing mine.
We moaned softly against each other's mouths as she led me backward toward the bed and sat me upon its edge.
"Roll up your habit to your waist," she said. "And remove your drawers."
She began to strip her gown with elegant swiftness.
I did as she asked, my heart racing beyond sense, the anticipation overwhelming. I was quietly relieved that she made no mention of my stockings, for the ring still rested upon my toe, hidden yet ever present.
Once she had removed every last piece of clothing, save for the garter and stockings, she then reached beneath the bed and drew forth a modest wooden box. Her manhood stood tall and throbbing, flushed and twitching.
"Spread your legs wide for me," she said, setting the box beside me upon the bed. "Let me see the proof of your hunger."
Her words sent a ripple through my chest. My pulse stirred wildly as I slowly parted my thighs, trembling. Her golden eyes did not move from my most secret place. She stared unabashed. The longer her gaze lingered, the more I felt the warmth of my own sinful arousal slide down and pool at that forbidden.
"Look," she smirked.
I glanced downward. I was soaked. My womanhood glistened with shameless wetness, the linen below stained with a spreading mark.
"See how your nectar forms a wicked puddle upon the sheets. Your clitoris stands so prettily, trembling with need. Your tender flesh contracts again and again, begging for something to fill it. Even your delicate little arsehole pulses with greedy want. Mmmm… Oh Naevia, you look most divine. Your habit in disarray, your breasts exposed to my sight, your legs spread in the most lewd invitation. Such perfection."
She knelt between my parted thighs and opened the wooden box. Within lay five instruments of polished silver, identical in shape but differing in size. I recognized them at once. Rectal dilators. She had shown them to me once before. I swallowed hard.
She reached for the smallest, taking it by its slender base and guided it toward that most private and shameful place. When the cold metal brushed against the delicate skin there, I shivered.
"If you wish me to stop," she said, "you need only speak."
She turned the tool with slow precision, the rounded tip pressing against the tightly clenched rose of my rear. I could feel the tremble of that forbidden place, feel the wetness spilling anew from my core. A faint gasp slipped from between my lips.
"It shall be uncomfortable at first," she whispered.
With her other hand, she took hold of her hardened length, stroking it slowly, her breathing growing heavier with every movement. The sight alone sent a quiver through my stomach, a blend of fear and unspoken longing.
With exquisite care, she began to press the instrument inward, stoking herself faster. I whimpered when the widest part entered, my body drawing back instinctively. But in one swift and certain motion, she pushed it past the tight ring of muscle and seated it deep within me. The wide base came to rest against my skin, keeping it in place. The sensation was so unfamiliar, so startling, I quite forgot how to breathe.
"Ngn… in a few days' time, you shall progress to a larger dilator," she said through heavy breaths. "And after that, larger still."
Then she lowered her mouth to my most sensitive place.
"W-wait! Your Highness, surely you do not mean to-"
"Oh, but I do," she said, and pressed a kiss to my bud.
My back arched at once. The sensation was lightning. I fell against the bed, breath fleeing from me. She began to circle her tongue slowly over that tender pearl, and my body writhed beneath her, hands grasping at the sheets for some anchor. Then she sucked rapidly, and all thought vanished.
A rush of warmth gushed from within me. My toes curled, my body jolted. A loud and shameful cry escaped my throat. I had never known such release.
When at last I quieted, she rose above me with a satisfied little smirk.
"That was quick," she teased, her hand still busy with herself. "Ha… mmm… how long had you been holding it in?"
"Y-Your Highness…" I whispered, too mortified to answer. I wrapped my arms about her neck and pulled her down atop me, burying my face in the curve of her throat.
She laughed and gave my ear a playful nibble. "Did it please you?"
I nodded faintly.
And then I felt the broad crown of her length touched my entrance. There was fear, yes, but I trusted her.
"If it becomes too much, you must tell me."
My heart melted at her care. "Alright," I whispered.
So very slowly, she began to press inward, withdrawing only to push again, coaxing me open. My body stretched around her, filled to its limit. It hurt. That much was true.
Tears clung to my lashes. Sweat slicked my skin. She lowered her lips to my neck, kissing with a slowness that made me shiver, then licked and suckled. The tingling delight of her mouth drew my thoughts from the ache between my thighs, yet the sweet distraction was far too fleeting.
"Is it… is it all the way in?" I asked, struggling to draw breath.
Her golden eyes met mine. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss upon my right eye. "Halfway," she whispered. "Does it pain you?"
"Y-yes…"
She gave my left eye the same tender kiss, then began to withdraw from me. Yet when at last she had slipped entirely from my body, there was no sense of relief. Instead, tears gathered more, my chest aching.
"I… I wished to give myself to you," I sobbed. "I do not understand why it hurts so terribly. There was never mention of such pain in the tales…"
I loathed the weakness of my body. My heart raced for her, and I desired to offer her all that I am. But my body refused to yield, defying the will of my soul.
She laughed. "Did I not say those tales never make the slightest sense? You truly are too dear. Watching you behaving as you do now, I find myself falling in love with you all over again."
She rolled to her side, drawing me close. Her still hardened length pressed against my hip, a silent reminder of what I had failed to offer. The ache within me deepened, and I wept anew.
She laughed again as she turned me to face her. "Enough of that. It is quite alright. We shall take our time."
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And indeed, we did take it slowly. We engaged in many acts of intimacy since then. Each time, she would ensure I reached my peak first before ever joining our bodies. And each time, she pressed deeper into my sex.
"Your Highness… ngn…" My voice broke into a moan, and my arms wrapped tightly about her neck.
We were in her carriage now, travelling along some uneven road to a place she had not named. I straddled her, her thick length buried entirely within my aching sex. Each jolt of the carriage forced her deeper still, and the sensation was ruinous in its intensity.
"I am all the way in now," she murmured. "Tell me, does my cock please you, Naevia?"
"Y-yes… but… to do this in a carriage feels terribly improper."
"Nothing is improper where you are concerned," she said with a smile, her hands kneading the softness of my rear. "Did you remember to take the potion my guard delivered to you?"
I felt her length twitch deep within me.
"Y-yes."
"In truth, I do not know whether I am even capable of giving you a child. But I would rather not risk it."
I looked into her eyes, my heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Your Highness," I said softly.
"But I do wish to have a child with you one day," she said with a radiant smile, tapping the base of the silver instrument she had so recently nestled within my rear. I had now progressed to a larger size.
At her words, I blushed deeply. The notion of a family with her… it sounded lovely.
"Just imagine it," she continued. "You, and I, and our child. My beloved sibling beside us. The four of us building snowmen, racing through the greenhouse, riding horses across the hills. Nothing grand. Just a quiet, simple life."
"You have forgotten the king and queen… ungh!"
"Eut!" she gasped.
The carriage jolted suddenly, causing us both to cry out.
She laughed. "That is true. I had quite forgotten your parents as well. You and my sibling have so occupied my thoughts of late that the rest of the world rather slipped my mind."
"Has a name been chosen yet for the newest royal?"
"Alvric Valebrinth," she whispered. "But you must speak of it to no one. We intend to announce it at the birth."
"I swear to Ombrithar!" I beamed, touched by the intimacy of her trust.
She chuckled, then leaned in close. "Ombrithar is most certainly rolling her eyes at you right now, as your sweet little cunt devours my cock with such fervor."
"S-stop!" I cried, burying my face in the curve of her neck. "This is entirely your fault!"
"That, I cannot deny," she said, amused. "Hmm… tell me, Naevia… I have observed that the other servants of Ombrithar are always assigned their tasks without fail, and yet you seem to receive duties only sparingly. Why is that?"
"I… I am not quite sure…" I answered truthfully.
"It is likely due to your family name then."
"I do not believe so," I replied. The temple treats all with equal measure.
She smiled. "My beloved is far too innocent."
She pressed a kiss to my lips, and though I knew her assumption was mistaken, I did not correct her. Instead, I kissed her back. We fell into quiet once more, allowing touch to speak where words had ceased. Well, I fell into silence. She, on the other hand, took great delight in speaking still, only now using the most wicked and indecent words to torment me further.