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"So, what did you think?" Phillip grinned as he kissed the lightly dozing princess.

"Mmm, it was very intense," she yawned back, "But I don't think I could do that too often. Sorry, Erica, I like having the Prince to myself a little more."

"No complaints here, milady," Erica giggled as she ran a finger around Rachel's ear, "I don't think I could take doing that too often either. I might even have to cancel my date tonight; I'm a little worn out..."

Rachel's ear twitched under her touch as she smiled, "Would you be terribly insulted if I asked for some alone time with Phillip? And I think we'll need a nap before supper."

Erica yawned in response and rolled off the bed, "Not at all, milady. I was thinking of taking one myself. I'll make sure to get you both up in time to be ready..." she glanced at the clock, "But you still have a couple hours," she said with a wave and another yawn as she went into her room and closed the door.

"You didn't really like it that much did you?" Phillip whispered as he looked at the princess.

"No I did..." Rachel struggled to put her feelings into words, "It just wasn't like when we have sex by ourselves is all. But it did feel really good, just not in the way that you make me feel."

Phillip nodded and pressed his muzzle against her cheek, "I agree," his face fell slightly, "And I'm glad you feel that way because...I'd rather you didn't have sex with Erica like that if I'm not around..."

Rachel opened her eyes with a serious look, "I would never do that to you, Phillip. It's one thing for us to paw off around each other, but you're the one I have sex with, not her," she kissed him for good measure. "And besides, I plan to start getting your chambers prepared in the palace. I should be able to start having you stay here for the night, since you have so many nobles singing your praises this quickly."

Phillip smiled, but a curious look took over his features, "Why do I have to get the nobility to support me anyway? Why can't we just get married if we love each other?" His ears twitched slightly as his tone became more imploring.

Rachel sighed with regret and took his paw in hers, gently entwining their fingers, "The fact that you would become a prince is the problem. The royal family has the right to make sure that you are going to support their interests, since you would serve by my side as I rule."

"Hmm," Phillip reflected on this, "I guess that makes sense."

"Really, it's an archaic throwback; a way to ensure the nobility stays loyal to the ruler by making them feel like they have some control," Rachel snorted at the thought, "The Legislature is the primary representation for the people now, there isn't a need for such a rigorous courting process for the executive head," she rubbed his paw against her cheek as she looked into his eyes,

"There's so many things that have withstood time against better judgment, so many things that keep people apart and others hidden away...I might have never even met you if your father hadn't been successful enough to win you a date with me. That frightens me, Phillip...that our fates are more easily decided by money and power instead of love..."

Phillip shook his head with a small smile, "That just makes love more important. Everybody has money, but the way we feel, the way we were meant to be together, that's...special," he looked at her thoughtfully, "I think we had to find each other, I think...we would have found some way even if I had been born on the other side of the world."

Rachel cuddled into him, "I hope you're right, my prince."

Phillip kissed her forehead, "Just sleep for now, my princess."

And the two lovers gently drifted to sleep, the world of intrigue and schemes seeming to fall around them as if it was just some far off whisper, cast by the wind and then blown away...

Phillip awoke with Rachel's leg hooked around him, her penis gently pulsing on his tummy as it lay against his fur. He held her closer as she started whimpering softly, tugging at his chest in her dreams. He nuzzled her until she began to stir, her autumny eyes fluttering as she slowly regained consciousness.

"Nightmare?" Phillip whispered as he rubbed his eyes, flakes of sugary dust shaking from his fur.

"I don't remember..." Rachel yawned and looked down at her flaccid length, "I guess not?"

Phillip shrugged and played with her flare, his own tip poking out as he felt the delightfully soft ebony skin. They both fondled each other gently, enjoying the feeling of their softened genitals as they tugged each other out of their sheaths.

Rachel frowned slightly as a sleepy thought trailed through her mind, and she grunted as if she had decided something, "Mmhm, I'm going to have you stay with me tonight, because I want to do things like this in the morning with you," she smiled and flopped his penis back and forth, "I'll have Linus alert your father. If you'd like to stay, that is."

Phillip chuckled excitedly as he poked her length back into her sheath and let it pop back out again, "I dunno...I could either go home where my father is going to tell me how I have to go fill out paperwork on Monday, or I could sleep with the love of my life in the palace," he pulled her flare up a little farther, letting it rub along her arm as she did the same with his, "How ever will I decide...?" He smirked as he trailed a finger up her stomach and around her breasts.

"Well let's go take a bath, then," She smiled and wiggled his penis quickly to stir him, "We can't have your father smelling me all over you if you've got paperwork to do," she grinned and started to roll off the bed.

"Crafty princess," Phillip laughed and quickly pulled her back, tickling her sides as she struggled to get away, but never so hard as to break his grasp, "I want everyone to smell you on me," he giggled as she heaved in laugher under his fingers, "I want to walk into a room and have everybody think I've been stealing your perfume." He growled playfully as he rolled onto his back, holding her from behind until she lay top of him.

"Stop! Stop!" Rachel gasped as she wriggled her body against his, "You're making...heeee...you're making me hard!" She screeched in heady laughter all the more as her penis began throbbing, her legs gently kicking in the air.

"Glass houses, princess," Phillip whispered with a smile as he rubbed his own erection along her bottom, "And I'm going to keep tickling you until you cum again," he reached around with one paw to start stroking her as his other gently dug around her ribs.

"I...I order you stop...oooo...touching my penis," Rachel gasped as she began aiding his strokes.

"Don't forget: you said I could disobey that order, your highness," Phillip nuzzled into her back as he pawed at her tummy and ran his fingers up her ventral bulge.

"I'm going...eee...I'm going to have you clapped in irons for this," Rachel giggled as she worked her hips against his erection while they both stroked her own, "I'm going to lock you in the dungeon so you can't ever get away."

"I'm not going anywhere, Rachel," Phillip murred as his penis slid between her thighs, making her giggle all the harder, "I'm going to wake up next you and then I'm going to make love to you again."

"Like this you mean?" Rachel asked around her gasps for air. She grabbed the tip of his erection as it throbbed against her swelling testicles, quickly moving her hips over it until she worked him into her cleft.

Phillip started gasping himself as he humped up into her, his paws still trying to tickle and stroke the princess, "We'll see...ungh...how I'm feeling in the morning," he rubbed her belly more sensuously as his other paw continued working her shaft, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to get...hahh...hard right away when I've been tied to you all night."

The sweet promise sent shivers over Rachel's body, her sides still aching from his tickling fingers as her testicles squeezed back up. She yelped in ecstasy as she begged for him to stop, not meaning a word of it, "Stop, you're making me...it feels too good!...I can't...I'm going to...going to..." she moaned as he hilted into her, sending a backwash of her nectar out over their testicles.

Phillip growled ecstatically into her back, "Glass houses...again...princess," his seed soon adding to the waves of fluid sputtering out around her labia.

Rachel gripped her penis with shaking paws as she pointed it up and began ejaculating, her semen misting into little droplets from the power of her spurts. It fell like an erotic rain over them, her jaw cracking as she arched her back into each thrust and tasting herself as she drew back for another.

Phillip wrapped his arms under her breasts and hugged her tight, feeling his heart beat against the burnt orange fur as he rubbed his cheek gently against it. The sensation was mirrored by his ejaculating member, throbbing contentedly against her constricting walls. He pulled out of Rachel so that he could cuddle more comfortably, tensing his penis to spurt over her retracting testicles and feeling the familiar warmth of their fluids rushing over the base of his member.

Rachel wriggled against him, her penis continuing to dribble as it relaxed in her paws. She let it flop against her sternum and twisted her head back to lick his ears, eventually just rolling over completely to cuddle as well with her ebony flaccidity held between them. She murred gentle affections to him as it slid through their fur, making her giggle again at the sensation.

"I guess I don't need to ask if you're ticklish," Phillip hummed as he stroked her auburn back.

Rachel rubbed her nose against his, "No, I think you rather worked that out for yourself," she slid off to his side and wrapped her leg around his, "But I trust you not to take advantage of a lady."

He gave her an affectionate twiddle of the fingers, "Heavens no!"

Rachel heaved a chuckling yawn, "Ooohoohh dear...you've gone and worn me out again," she patted his chest as she started getting to her knees, "let's go take that bath now; wouldn't want to miss supper and I still have to formally request your stay."

"What are you going to tell him?" Phillip asked as he stumbled off the bed after her.

"Well," she giggled as he regained his footing, "I planned to invite you to the gala next week anyway. I'm telling him that I need to teach you how to dance," she chuckled again as his ears twitched, "A request I'm sure he won't deny, as I'm already anticipating my toes will be a little sore that night."

Phillip grinned sheepishly, "At least you won't be lying, I don't know how to dance..."

Rachel cocked an eyebrow at him with a sensual smirk, "Hmm, I think I'd better request you stay all week then. Will your father...?"

Phillip shook his head quickly with an eager smile, "My father will be happy to get me out of the office, he wants me to be with you as much as possible," he grimaced at the contrariety of their intentions, "A rare moment of agreement on our parts."

Rachel smiled and entwined their fingers as they walked to the bath, "You know, I think this most I've ever looked forward to having my paws stepped on."

Phillip laughed and kissed her cheek, "I think I'd better massage them ahead of time then." He smiled more broadly when he saw her squeeze her toes together as she turned on the tap.