The Dog Princess: A Tom Holland Fairy Tale

Love at Last

"Rosemary! What have we done?" Tom stepped back, fear stricken and in awe of the shimmering magic dissolving in the air around them. Rosemary's eyes filled with a pleading hope, and without a word he knew what she was asking of him, but she didn't know how to. He took a deep breath, took her hand, and knelt before her. "I'm not at all prepared...but if you choose me, I'll choose you. Every day. For as long as I live."

She smiled as a few happy tears streamed down her cheeks. He quickly stood up and gently wiped her face, placing a tender kiss on her forehead afterwards. She looked up at him slowly, their noses nearly touching. "We can run away. I have a dowry here with me—it would get us very far for a long time."

He smiled into a small, loving kiss. Breaking away, he pulled her into a hug, laying his head on hers. "Once we're far enough I can get a job—get us a house—"

"Do you want children?" She smiled widely, hopping up and down in excitement.

"As many as you want." He laughed, but she cut him off with another kiss, this one much deeper and more passionate than the last. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as he could. Her hands found their way to his hair, and much to his delight she ran her fingers through, slightly tugging at his soft curls. In their embrace, the quilt unfortunately gave out on Rosemary. Noticing, Tom was quick to help her hold it up, looking away as best he could. "I'm terribly sorry—"

"It's alright." She blushed, trying to hold the bundle together. "One of the many challenges of transforming."

"Come to think of it, is that really why you were naked in the kitchen?" Tom laughed, realizing.

"I think you were more embarrassed than I was." She smirked playfully.

"I was trying to be a gentleman! But you make it...difficult." He looked away, his face flushing.

"Why's that?" She met his gaze again as she turned his head slowly towards her, teasing him.

"Because you're...very pretty. I mean—beautiful." He could hardly breathe as her hand slid down from his face all the way down his bare chest. He suddenly was very conscious that he wasn't wearing a shirt and began to worry about how exposed he was, being only in his breeches.

"I think you're gorgeous." She said softly, looking up at him with a new look in her eyes and lips slightly parted.

"Oh, me?" He laughed nervously, trying to keep himself under control. "Thank you."

She kissed him again, slowly and sensually. He moaned slightly as she pressed herself against him, while her hands explored his chest and then his back, her warm touch sending waves of pleasure through him. He almost didn't notice the quilt falling again, but when it hit the ground he forced himself to pause and quickly pick it up for her. She smiled warmly, thankful for the gesture. "It's alright. You can look."

His eyes were locked on hers, still too scared to let them wander too far. Hesitantly, he looked down. His shirt was long on her, covering her until mid-thigh, allowing the sight of her legs to inspire his imagination. He wanted more. "Let's go somewhere else." He said, almost in a trance. He wrapped the quilt around her shoulders quickly and without warning suddenly scooped her up off the ground.

"Woah!" She yelped in surprise, a short laugh escaping as he carted her off to the stables.
He gently set her down, then latched the door shut behind them. It was dead quiet, not one of the horses were stirring.

Rosemary took off the quilt and laid it down carefully on the firmly packed ground. Tom stared at her, mesmerized by her figure. She went back over to him, taking his hand and leading him to kneel on the quilt. She pulled him into another kiss as they knelt down together, but he broke away soon after. "What...um...what are you wanting from me?" He asked awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"I want you, Tom." She kissed him again, but soon after he broke away once more.

"In what way, exactly?" He asked with a gulp.

"Every way possible." She smiled, drawing him closer in an effort to put him at ease.

"But we're not married yet." He joked, stroking her arm gently.

"Only the upper class care about virtue." She smirked, guiding his hand over her breast, taking pleasure in how his eyes widened.

And with that he was completely defeated, and with her permission he removed the shirt, fully revealing her. He could hardly believe this was real as he took her in his arms, trailing kisses from her face and neck all the way down to her hips and thighs. She moaned softly as he went, already overwhelmed by the sensation. His hands slid up, gently massaging her breasts as he leaned down and kissed her lips again and again, smiling sweetly into each one. "I love you." He whispered in between.

"I love you too." She replied dreamily, then gasping happily as he kissed her neck again going lower and lower until he reached her legs. He gingerly placed his hand between them, and timidly she let him in. He kissed her inner thighs while gently rubbing the outside of her, delighted by how she quivered at his touch. He knew it was her first time, so he was very careful. He had made love a handful of times, but this was very special. He wanted to please her more than anything. Tenderly he placed his mouth on her, holding her hips as she gasped at the warm, wet feeling. She held onto the quilt tightly with one hand, and softly stroked his hair with the other, ever so slightly pushing his head in place as he pleasured her. When he finally came up for air, he swiftly leaned over her, nipping at her neck as he positioned himself between her legs. He moaned once quietly as he pressed against her, nothing between them but the thin fabric of his breeches. She turned her head and kissed him sloppily, desperate for him. "Please Tom."

He nodded his head as he kissed her, stroking her hair lovingly before reaching down with one hand to pull off his breeches. She shuddered at the new warmth against her, teasing her at her entrance. Very gently, he began to slide in, gazing at her intently. She suddenly shut her eyes, wincing as he went in a little deeper. He held her tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut, and with another small movement he felt it. She whimpered in pain, making him melt in guilt. He tried to stay as still as possible until the pain subsided, stroking up and down her sides in attempt to soothe her. Soon she nodded, kissing him firmly on the lips before he began to slowly move again."Tell me if it hurts, darling.", he whispered in between kisses.

Soon enough the pain faded, and she began to enjoy him filling her, and it wasn't long before a big knot formed in her stomach, begging for release. She moaned his name, prompting him for more. "Tom—please—"

He slowly sped up, still being careful not to hurt her. He placed quick kisses anywhere he could while he thrust in and out of her, relishing in her shaky moans and movement. He soon felt her clench around him, and while letting out a shrill gasp she reached her high. He moaned as he felt her release, feeling her breathe heavily as he kept going. A short moment later, he reached his peak as well, a euphoric wave coming over him as he climaxed still deep inside of her. He stayed there, heaving a heavy sigh as he laid his head on her chest, suddenly exhausted. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, gently playing with it until he was able to lift his head again. She moaned softly as he pulled himself out, and once free he took her in his arms, cradling her from behind. She started to drift off while he kissed her shoulder and back, feeling so peaceful as she could feel his heart beating steadily. She heard his breathing slow way down, and right before she fell into a deep sleep as he once again whispered softly to her: "Thank you. Rest well, my love."