The Romance
#2 of The Prince
Sun streamed in through the thin, oiled paper covering the window, broken by silken curtains. Bright rays fell upon Lissa's face, stirring her from a pleasant sleep. She stretched lightly, nestled against satin sheets as images of her Prince faded reluctantly. Still smiling, she opened her eyes, glancing across the room. The stone walls were tinted softly from the sunlight passing through the lavender curtains, and the tint was welcoming in the morning, reflective upon her own heady euphoria. Smiling, she stayed in her bed for a few more minutes before moving to rise.
As she sat up, she stopped, looking down to her legs. Her inner thighs stuck a bit to the sheets, and the smell drifted up to her nose. Despite her solitude, she blushed. As she peeled the satin from her fur, rolling the soiled sheets into a ball, she considered what dreams she recollected. They were fuzzy, somehow... but The Prince was clear, crisp, like a man--no, a God, emerging from a mirage. He would gather her sleeping form into his arms, and take her to someplace wondrous. She wished the dreams hadn't ended.
She placed the sheets into a reed hamper, still a bit flushed at the idea. Looking to the matted fur upon her thighs, she finally let out a sigh, taking a cloth, and approaching a basin of water. Cold, of course, the maids hadn't brought the hot water yet. The cold splash left her shivering, though it took care of the bulk of the mess.
Still just after dawn, she sat upon her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She found herself idly nuzzling her knees, still running images through her head. The Prince, and his face... and his rippling muscles, and... his malehood. It hadn't even registered in her mind that she'd neglected to rinse out her mouth. His seed... the taste was ambrosia, nectar, all sorts of heaven to her. And the scent...
...her scent. She sniffed lightly. She could still smell herself upon her legs, despite her best efforts with a cloth. A quick glance to the window showed that it wouldn't be too long before people would be here to tend to her, and fix her up. Very quickly, she lowered her muzzle to a thigh, grooming herself with care. Sweet, sticky, and not entirely unpleasant... though it took away from the lingering memories of her Prince. Finished, she stood, standing beside the door in wait.
The girls had once more dressed, adorned, and overall stylized Lissa. Bathed, oiled, and preened, just as she had been the previous night, with a single exception-- she'd proudly pulled the bun from her hair, much to the maids' confusion. They didn't try again, though they must've muttered something... it hardly mattered. She would see her Prince sooner today than she did yesterday, and more to his liking.
Guards escorted her again. And though she was still nervous, the feeling was different... she was proud, tall on this day. She'd been requested, after all, early by The Prince's orders.
As she entered, she slowed, almost falling behind and out of steps from the guards. While Lissa was adorned as she had been on her previous visits, her Prince wore nothing. No jewelry, no sash... and no loincloth. He was lying upon his bed, one knee up, his length soft, though no less impressive. He smiled at her, but differently than she expected. He bared teeth, grinning, a carnal hunger glinting in his brilliant green eyes. And she wanted him, more than anything she could imagine. Suddenly returning to lucidity, she noticed that the guards had left her. She and her lovely Prince were alone.
Alden rose from his mattress, sitting upon the edge. He could already feel himself stiffening at the sight of her... his grin didn't fade a bit, and with a single finger, he beckoned to her. Already, his nose twitched gently at her delicate scent... could she be so excited so quickly? He let his eyes drift down her body, luscious as it was, and stop at her sex. It glistened, so tight and inviting...
Lissa approached slowly, her steps suddenly faltering. She'd fantasized, absolutely, but never had she truly considered being so close to this moment. Thoughts, doubts, fears flowed through her head as though she'd allowed her sanity brief control, and her sanity had opened the floodgates. Her virginity, her individuality... her freedom. Were they worth this? Were all the nights with her Prince she could imagine worth never seeing her parents, her family... even her house? She was still walking, legs driven by her desires, and as she took another look at her strong, beautiful, divine Prince, she answered.
Yes.
A surge of energy, a need, ran through her... and without a second thought, she was sitting upon the Prince's thighs, her own legs wrapped round his torso. She leaned in, eyes closing, and despite a single warm tear upon her face, she licked his cheek. She was happy to be here, happy to be with him, happy just to be with someone who wanted her, after all these years. And as she laid her chin upon his broad shoulder, she whispered that she was His, and desperately wished for it to be true.
Alden let out a soft, pleased growl that sent tiny shivers all over Lissa's body, causing her to hold him tighter still. His paws, large and strong, came to rst upon her sides, holding her against him as he tilted his head to her, leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss. Even in her position, the advance took Lissa by surprise, her eyes opening suddenly, only to drift shut as she melted into him, a soft purr rising helplessly from her throat. She felt his tongue within her mouth, against her own, and for reasons she couldn't really decide in her state, she began to lick at it. Soon, her tongue circled his own, and she pushed deeper still, her tail twitching behind her as her scent blossomed into something full and nearly intolerable.
By now, Alden could not help but find himself fully erect beneath her, and as he broke the kiss, finishing with a gentle lick against her nose, he adjusted her upon his body. Lissa went rigid with a gasp and a blush as she felt his cock, much harder than she'd known it before, resting firmly against her needy lips. She struggled weakly in his arms, part of her pulling back in surprise, the rest instinctively grinding against him. Her emotions, her body, every ounce of her seemed to be at war with herself, her mind too clouded to take control. As she begn to whimper, she felt hot, warm breath upon her ear, and a dark, smooth voice spoke in the most calming tones.
"Do not worry, Lissa. I will your lover... I will be your shephard... I will be your master, if only you ask." He let his lips brush ever so slightly against her ear, and he kept his grin, though even the Prince himself would later admit he no longer felt the emotions displayed in his rough, carnal sneer. Lissa's fur was as silk against him... her breasts were not the size of some of the other girls, but they were round, pert... her scent was enough to drive him mad several times over...
And for just a moment, in his excitement, he thought he may have spoken the truth.
Lissa froze as she heard his voice against her, shivering perhaps only for herself, before her chaos became a calm. She hugged him, squeezed him, let go all anticipation she had felt. And as she nuzzled back, she let her whole self be open to him. Every hair upon her body, every inch of flesh, every tingle and every shiver... she wanted him to have her. And more than that, she wanted him to take her.
Alden carefully turned, leading Lissa to lie upon her back. He licked softly at her neck and shoulders al the while, his length already dotted with pre as he brought it against her sex. She trembled for only a second, before grasping him once more with her arms, pulling him close in a tight embrace. She felt him pushing at her lips firmly, a strange pressure there, followed by intense feeling, though she could not distinguish the pleasure from the pain. She gasped suddenly, just as he began to inch back. He thrust in once more, slowly stil, though more smoothly now, and that did it. She cried aloud as she felt something within her rip, body tensing, only serving to pull him closer still. Gentle tears fell from her eyes as her virginity flowed from her in thin red tendrils. Alden's hand was upon her head now, stroking her hair, his lips cooing soothingly down to her. And it passed.
As Lissa's panting slowed, Alden took hold of her, one paw on her side and one beneath her back. With another soft growl, he lowered his head to meet her breast. The feel of his muzzle upon her made her twitch, her nipples so stiff and sensitive now, and as he dragged his tongue up along it, she took in a slow breath, shuddering at the strange pleasure. Alden's hips trembled now, barely able to contain himself, and with a sudden jerk, he pushed into her, holding her tight and suckling on her breast. Her gasp this time was not of pain, but an unmistakable cry of delight. With this, he began to pump through her slowly, letting her delicate folds adjust to his length as his tongue flicked over her tender breast.
Lissa writhed slowly beneath her Prince, her efforts to hold back her cries only bringing them out as a soft mewing. She moved slowly to cradle his head to her chest, and for the short time he looked up to her face, their eyes met. Lissa tried to smile, though her face was contorted by pleasure, and her eyes drifted shut once more as well. Her legs rose slowly to wrap around him, and she found his paw tracing along her midsection, making her tremble softly on occasion.
Alden began to work with more fervor now, meeting her hips quickly and firmly, lifting his head for just a moment as he did. He brought his tongue to dart across her lips once, and twice as she extended her own tongue to meet it. Letting his lips settle on her other breast, he brought a paw down to her belly, stroking slowly until it reached below her navel. Just above her waistline, he began to push firmly, massaging her as she began to cry louder. Her sex was tightening now, and against his back he felt her toes curling involuntarily. After a moment, Lissa found her hips working oftheir own accord, bucking back to Alden's thrusts, the feeling so intense, so powerful. With each thrust, she forced him to hilting, even as his knot began to form, the light twinges of pain from its size overshadowed by her newfound euphoria.
With time, Alden's thrusts became quicker, and more shallow, until his knot was trapped within her tight sex, his hips working to bring relief, while her hips struggled to keep up with his motions. Now so deep within her, he could feel him rubbing constantly over some spot within her walls, the feeling more intense than ever. She gasped, shuddered, writhed helplessly as the throes of passion overtook her entirely. She cried out loudly, attempting to speak his name, but unable to bring out more than a cry of pleasure. Her womanhood clenched as she came, her honey flowing over his length and dripping out slowly, the scent filling the room completely. Waves of pleasure wiped over her as his constant pistoning prolongued her climax, gripping at the sheets beneath her tightly.
Her wild struggles and sinfully tight sex, combined with the sudden rush of her intoxicating aroma, finally brought Alden over the edge. As he slowed his rapid thrusts, thick, warm seed began to fill her womb, his length jerking and thumping against her upper wall all the while. He lifted his head, teeth clenched, and he took in a sharp breath of air as he emptied himself completely into her, to the point she could feel the warmth deep within her.
Both stayed motionless for minutes that seemed like hours. Finally, Alden leaned in slowly, licking her cheek once, before whispering into her ear. "Sleep now, dear... we'll both be right here when you awake." Lissa blushed, and nodded, the prospect of this nearly as satisfying as her session ith him as a whole. Gently, Alden took her into his arms and rolled over, length still lodged within her. Stroking her ears, they both drifted off. And when the guards came to fetch Lissa hours later, there they both were still, dreaming of each other, smiling as they had been.