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Phillip lay on the sticky sheets as the princess Rachel went to get some water. He had offered to get it himself, but she insisted that she had to drink a few glasses before bringing back the pitcher.

He still couldn't quite believe his good fortune, he was in love with the most powerful young lady in the Imperium. She was beautiful in every way to him and even outclassed the epitome of his secret, sexual desires. But better than all that, the thing that made any of it matter: she loved him back.

The thought made him shrug happily against the bed that was drenched with her erotic fluids, it made him feel like he was lying on a giant pallet coated in his favorite hues. Well, maybe that was a little weird...

But still, the only question now was when he should ask her to marry him. The idea sent happy tingles racing over his body, but there were other considerations to be made. She was still royalty, and there was probably a process to be followed. He wondered what it would be like to live in the palace...

"Mmmrph," Rachel gurgled around a large glass of water as she handed him the pitcher.

"Thank you, your highness," he smiled as he drank quickly, "...You know, I'm almost glad that I can't tell anyone about this, nobody would believe me when I said the princess herself brought me a drink."

She closed her eyes and shrugged in a noncommittal expression as she continued drinking.

"But really...Rachel..." his timidity began reasserting itself, "Is it bad that we did this?" His eyes widened as she cocked an eyebrow at him over her glass, "Oh, bother all...No, no, I mean...will it be a problem with your father? I'm glad we did this...I'm really, really happy..." he smiled hopefully.

"Well," the princess smacked her lips as she finally finished the water, "I do have the advantage of being next in line for the crown," she smiled at him, "And the nature of the royal secret has forced out a lot of the more...draconian views of sex, within the court, anyway."

"Oh that's great!" Phillip nodded excitedly, "So, am I supposed to...marry you, now?"

Rachel frowned sadly. She should have expected that question. "Phillip, I need you to know that I really do love you..." she cringed at the look of hurt swirling in his chocolatey eyes. "Please, don't look like that...I want to marry you, more than anything," she pleaded for him to understand. "And we can, almost definitely. But my power only reaches so far; It sometimes takes a year, and usually more, before a suitor is accepted by the family to wed a princess."

"I...I understand," he whispered sadly as his ears fell, "Really I do, I just...I kind of hoped that it would happen sooner...because, I love you, Rachel," his ears perked back up slightly, "And, I'm ready to do what ever it takes."

"Good," she smiled warmly, "And it's not like we won't be seeing a lot of each other during that time. I have to start inviting you to court so you can begin impressing the nobles," her smile turned more suggestive, "And soon I can even have you stay in the palace whenever I want. Like I said, I'm allowed certain leeway in that matter."

"That sounds really good," Phillip nodded happily but his face fell back down as he continued, "...but I'm guessing I can't say tonight, can I?"

"No, I'm afraid not," Rachel replied grimly, "There are still appearances to be kept, as stupid and hypocritical as it seems." She patted her tummy gently as she murred sweetly to him, "But that's why I wanted to fill back up. We won't be able to get together till next week, and I want to get as much out of this time as I can."

She bit her lip as she saw the head of her love's penis poking out of his furry sheath, and felt the now welcome sensation of her own beginning to emerge.

"How...how do you want to do it next?" Phillip stammered as the sight of Rachel's cock throbbing in arousal urged his erection to speed up.

Rachel just giggled and crawled onto the bed before pushing her bottom into the air as she lowered onto her elbows. She laid her cheek on the sheets to look back at him as her testicles descended like an erotic curtain behind her vagina, "I wonder if I'll seem any bigger from this angle?" she grinned as her penis began pumping up against her stomach and her tail swished from side to side.

"Careful when asking an artist about perspective; I might start jabbering about foreground and background accidentally," he chuckled as he crawled behind her and reached down to cradle her white-furred balls.

"Mmm," she smiled as she felt her testicles swell larger under his touch, "I'm also curious to see if my vagina works on it's own, care to indulge me?"

He nuzzled into her burnt-orange fur as he reached around to start stroking her shaft, and felt his own twitch merrily as he rubbed along her fantastic ring, "You might have to make that a royal demand, princess," he murmured happily as he rubbed his shaft gently along her hip.

"Then consider it an order," she giggled with mocking authority, "Now, get into me before I summon the gendarmes."

As you wish, Phillip thought with a smile, and drove his penis into her cleft as her nectar dripped onto their testicles. She bucked back against him in excitement and he felt the unusual sensation of her enormous balls tapping against his. He wondered if she could feel that too as he hilted up to his knot.

She gasped in heady delight at being penetrated again, and felt her cock swell another few inches forward. It rubbed gently against the bed, sending tremulous joy through her male sex. She quickly pushed herself up onto her paws and tightened the muscles of her cock to try to raise it off the sheets. The tingling pleasure swelled her penis to its full length and she moaned in need as her precum gurgled out of her tip.

The intense arousal sent her member throbbing below her jiggling breasts, and she bucked back harder as her lover increased his thrusts. She delighted in the feeling of her labia separating around him, and shuddered in happiness as the fur of his testicles brushed her own. Rachel was lost in blissful headiness even as her arms began to shake from the sensation and effort, and couldn't help but moan at the feeling of her cock slapping up against her fur.

Phillip held onto her obliques gently as he pushed into her faster, wishing he could see her beautiful face and erotic maleness. But, he was still enjoying himself as he felt rutting desire course through his loins, and he began the careful process of working his knot into her.

"Ouch...don't...don't knot me, just yet," she moaned at the pain of her stretched vagina and thrashed her tail against his leg, "I haven't been knotted before..."

"Oh, hell...sorry...sorry," Phillip gasped with apologetic disappointment and began thrusting into her more gently.

To make it up to her, he started adjusting his angle to see if he could find a more sensitive spot that pleasured her further. He smiled when her heavy breaths turned to yipping gasps of delight and he soon felt her vaginal walls begin to tighten around him.

"I'm cumming..." she moaned as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses and she felt the rhythmic squeezing of her vagina sending a rush of heat through her body. Her cock continued to bounce lewdly and tingle with gentle satisfaction as she enjoyed her feminine orgasm.

"Hey..." she gasped in aroused surprise as she saw the end of her tenderly buzzing penis, "I don't think I'm...I'm going to...oh, bollocks..."

For she felt them seize back up into her before they forced her semen out in an enormous, sustained jet of ejaculative euphoria. She screamed under the strain of pure, blissful release as she watched the flare of her penis spout her saccharin fluid against the wall like a burst from a fire hose. Even her hyperventilating breaths couldn't drown out the erotic splatter of her semen, and her shaking elbows finally gave out while her penis continued to produce a small, sugary pool from underneath her heaving shoulders.

Phillip in the meantime, had been having a particularly enjoyable orgasm of his own, and he roared in approval as he watched the stream of her cum gush from underneath her clear across the room. He stroked his cock happily when she fell off of him and finished pumping out his own semen with his paw as his tongue lolled out contentedly.

He dropped next to her once he felt the last gentle spurt that seemed so miniscule by comparison, and snuggled against her trembling body as she caught her breath.

"Next time that we demand you not touch our royal penis..." Rachel mumbled with her muzzle still pressed into the bed and a finger raised for emphasis, "please feel free to disobey our orders," she flourished her paw in a weary imitation of authority.

Phillip chuckled as he nuzzled into her shoulder, "I thought it was rather impressive, actually."

Her shoulders shook slightly in muffled laughter, "Well it has the result of making us lay in a rather...undignified puddle of our own fluids afterward," she giggled and twisted to cuddle with him...

"How much longer can I stay with you today?" Phillip whispered as he stroked a paw over Rachel's belly and looked into her autumn eyes.

"Er..." the princess grimaced as she looked over to the standing clock, but smiled when she saw the time, "We still have a couple hours before supper, and it wouldn't be inappropriate to invite you to dine with me."

Phillip smiled back, but his expression grew nervous as he looked around the room, "Um...and how are you going to explain the, ah...mess?" He asked with an anxious gesture at the large, translucent splatter of her fluids on the far wall.

"Oh don't worry about that," she giggled softly as she craned her neck to see the shiny plash against the wainscoting and the winding trail leading to it, "I've had a small, personal cleaning staff for a while, and this is one of the more private rooms in the palace," she hummed with a hint of abashment,

"This is actually one of the more convenient messes I've made, recently. Usually they have to shut down a wing because I can't always bend it down far enough to finish into the loo if I get hard during my lessons." She looked at him with an imploring expression, "I try not to feel embarrassed about it...but..."

Phillip ran a paw down her leg as he moved down to kiss her sheath. He tasted the delightful sweetness of her drying semen in the fur, "I wish you didn't have to keep it a secret..." he whispered as he rested his head on her thigh, "I want to tell everyone how amazing you are, but I guess just having the little details isn't so bad."

"What 'little details'?" she asked with hopeful affection.

"Well, when I paint something I have to see the overall forms in order to show what the subject looks like," he sat up and held his paws apart, "But my favorite part, the thing that shows what something is to me, are the details that I like to notice," he looked through a tiny gap between his thumb and forefinger, "Like, how you squeeze your toes together when you get excited, or the way your ears turn forward when you speak. Those things make you just as pretty and unique as any other part of you." He smiled and went back to stroking her leg as he watched her testicles begin to push out into her scrotum.

"Some day," she whispered as her heart pounded deeply, "I want you to paint us together, just like this. I want to have a picture of a time when I loved you more than anything." Her vision blurred slightly as she remembered he still had to leave after supper, and she cursed the formalities that stopped her from being able to wake up next to the man who made her feel so beautiful and loved.

Phillip clumsily crawled next to her and pressed his muzzle to the tears on her cheek, "I will...some day. But only if I can hang it where everyone can see. It would hurt too much to hide something like that..."

Rachel threw her arms around him and pulled him towards her. The princess knew she would never see that painting, and her heart broke all the more as she realized that she didn't want to keep her secret either. Maybe when she became queen she could reveal her dual gender to everyone...maybe someday, but not now...

"I love you, Princess Rachel," he whispered into her neck, "That's enough for me."

She clenched her eyes as her tears came faster. It wasn't fair...It wasn't fair for him to have to say that. Her royal duty pitched against the sudden urge to just start running to the courtyard; anything to prevent having to put on her constrictive underwear again to hide what she was, anything to prove how much Phillip meant to her.

Maybe some day...but not now...

Rachel didn't cry for much longer; she didn't want to waste the time she had left with him shedding tears over what couldn't be helped. She had finally accepted herself, and there was still the possibility that she would get to be the one to reveal the royal secret to the world. It didn't comfort her much, but it was enough to let her break their embrace and walk over to the intercom tubes.

"I thought a little dessert might help brighten things a bit, we did miss tea after all," she smiled wetly as she flipped up the sound-deadening flap over the brass opening, "Would you like anything in particular?"

"Oh...whatever you're having is fine," Phillip smiled gently as he watched her, "Should I get dressed, or...?" He tried to keep his voice low as the flap was open.

"Don't worry about that," she said more cheerfully, "This one goes to my personal staff, and I'd be surprised if they weren't already done gossiping about you coming up here with me. Isn't that right?" she called into the tube.

An echoey voice came back through the intercom, "Oh! Is that you, your highness? Would you like your tea now?" The distortion of the voice wasn't enough to hide its anxiousness.

"Yes, but please just bring up the tea and some of those raspberry cakes that I'm fond of, you know the ones," she replied with a smirk.

"And which room is this going to?" The voice continued.

"As if you didn't already know," Rachel giggled irritatedly before speaking more clearly into the opening, "The most eastern guest bedchamber."

"Of course, your highness," the voice replied, "I'll have Erica bring two settings up right away."

"Millicent?" Rachel called back into the tube with a broad smile, "You didn't ask me how many place settings to bring."

There was a much longer pause than previous delays in the response, "How many place settings would you like me to bring, your highness?" the voice finally came through with obvious sheepishness.

"Two, please," she laughed before clipping the flap back in place.

"It sounds like they're happy for you," Phillip said with a slight blush.

"Those few people are probably the closest things to friends I have," she smiled as she looked at the closed intercom, "They've always tried to make me feel better about my gender, and I think they've been...disappointed that I haven't pursued any of my previous suitors."

She ran a finger around her sheath as they smiled at one another, "Now the real question is whether you can make me cum before my maid brings the tea tray. I don't want there to be any illusions about my feelings for you when I open the door," she murred as the flare of her penis emerged to throb invitingly.

Phillip sprang form the bed, and tripped over his tail as he hurried to her.

He made a gallant second attempt, and knelt in front of her gently bobbing penis as he reached a paw under her cleft. She slowly got to her knees and began stroking herself as Phillip ran his tongue up her cock while he alternately cupped his paw under her balls and played with her small clitoris.

She moaned happily as she felt her penis continue to swell under his touch, and reached between his arms to rub her thumb over his tip.

"Quickly, now," she gasped, "They're invariably prompt...when it comes to tea."

Phillip smirked nervously before wrapping his muzzle around her length, tasting her sugary precum and thinking that the cakes wouldn't be able to compare. He wasn't yet used to giving blowjobs, but was anxious to learn for his beautiful, feminine, princess as he wound his tongue around the tip of her cock.

"Almost...almost..." she gasped and pulled one of his paws off of her length, "I want to...see you cum too," she moaned and placed it onto his own throbbing cock. They reveled in bliss as they masturbated each other, the urgency adding to the eroticism while Rachel tensed her penis to increase the sensation and swell even larger.

Phillip pushed his hips forward until his much smaller length rubbed sensuously against hers, and he wrapped his arms around her back as he began humping their shafts along each other. Her breathing intensified as her penis swelled in between her breasts, and she bucked her hips with him as she felt her sex pressing against his.

With one final thrust, he squeezed their bodies together, and felt the misting sputter of her female semen as it ejaculated around their locked muzzles. The heat from her penis put him over the edge too, and he broke away quickly to pump his paw over his knot with the ecstatic notion that her cum was lubricating his strokes.

They couldn't tear their eyes from their climaxing penises until Rachel arched her back at the rushes of nectar from her female sex. Her member throbbed forward to spurt at the tamaskan's eager muzzle, and he felt the hot splashes of her ejaculate pattering with sweetness against his tongue.

As their orgasms slowed and they basked in the afterglow, a gentle knock came from the door.

"Your tea, milady," a voice called cheerily from the other side.

Rachel stood shakily and gripped her retreating cock with one paw as she unbolted the door. She worked out another drip of her sugary cum as she walked back toward a now standing Phillip, whose ears were vibrating as he blushed furiously.

A curvy squirrel pushed a rolling cart into the room and looked excitedly at the princess while she massaged her pubic fur, "I told you that you were a prize, milady," she bowed with a smile at Phillip who was now shaking in nervousness as he covered his flaccidity that seemed unwilling to return to his sheath.

Rachel smiled at Erica until she saw her lover and frowned at him, "This is my most trusted handmaiden, Phillip, and I will not have you making me feel immodest around her. Not when you've gone and made me actually feel good about myself for once," she couldn't suppress a smile.

"Oh, don't mind me, I've seen it all before," Erica chuckled as she leaned forward to kiss Rachel's nose, grinning as she felt a familiar sugared fluid agianst her lips, "I'm so happy for you, milady. And you were right, he is the most adorable little thing."

"It's a p-pleasure to meet y-you," Phillip stammered as he shivered violently and his face shone red though his soaked fur, "And...and I'm n-n-not emb-barrassed..." he was almost retching in embarrassment.

"You'll get used to it, young master," Erica cooed affectionately, "But if it helps to say, I think you're very handsome, and you obviously make the princess very...very happy," she looked around at the voluminous splatters of their lovemaking and smelled the powerful aroma of their recent ejaculations.

"Th-thank you," Phillip whimpered as tears formed in his rich brown eyes, "R-Rachel makes me v-very happy too...and I'm n-not embarrassed..."

"As well you shouldn't be, young master," She giggled and nodded at his flaccid penis.

Phillip choked as he saw what she was looking at and quickly turned away, his blush almost radiating over his trembling ears.

"Well, I think I'd better go before I give him a heart attack," Erica chuckled as she kissed Rachel again before bouncing happily from the room.

"I'm s-sorry," Phillip gasped as he heard the door close, "I d-don't know what's wrong with me."

"Oh, shut up," Rachel giggled as walked around to face him, "You just look too cute when you're embarrassed."

"I guess...I w-wasn't really fooling anybody...was I?" He smiled slightly as his shaking started to contain itself to his ears, "I'm not sure if I could get used to that...I've never had servants."

"Well consider it your first lesson in courting royalty, you shouldn't feel so vulnerable around your attendants," she smiled and began stroking his limp member, "I guess I shouldn't have expected you to trust her like I do. But, I suppose, there have been days when I felt like that around her too," she added with a twinge of guilt at putting him through the experience.

Phillip nodded sympathetically, even as his blush was only just beginning to fade away. He should be proud to be seen with the princess like this, and he breathed in deeply from his nose to compose himself.

"You do know that me being like that had nothing to do with you?" he asked nervously as they walked to the tea tray, "I've just...never had someone walk in on me after I...well...and being naked like that..."

"I know that," Rachel assured him, "And...I may have even been hoping to see your adorable ears twitch a bit for me," she kissed his cheek as it reddened again.