Rescue The Princess(A Royal Affair)

Clichés In A Corset

   I stare out the carriage, trying desperately not to think about what my hateful mother in law said this morning, but alas, I could not. To quote the wretched woman "I must be infertile; Robert should have a heir by now."... 

 As if I wasn't stressed enough with out listening to her nonsense.

 Don't get me wrong, I liked Robert. But the day after our honeymoon, he started treating me like one of his wards. He refuses to let me go anywhere without him because "I, as a lady, would be subject to all manners of rude behavior." Please, that's what a guard is for. On top of that, his stamen, to put it politely is not much longer than my ring finger, nor is it wider than my thumb. There's no way he could pleasure any lady, much less someone as challenging as me. 

 Speaking of stamens and guards... I smile thinking about my true "Prince charming", quite literally my "Knight in shining armour". Ethan is hilarious, he's also the sweetest man I have ever met. It doesn't hurt (Unless we're talking physically) that he is huge. 

 My breasts tingle and swell from swarming thoughts and memories... unfortunately, my maid left no room in my corset for such functions. I gasp as the cursed garment crushes my nipples. 

"What's wrong, my love?" My obsessive /compulsive husband says nervously. 

"Nothing, just lady matters." I mutter, adjusting the skirt of my lavender dress.

 I went back to my lustful day dreaming till we arrive at my prison. A polished grey tower with a expansive garden, this supposed to be my home but I despise this place. 

 Rob helps me out of the carriage, and Ethan opens the door. 

"Thank you sir." I nod innocently. 

"You're welcome, my lady." He plays along. 

 I enter my "home" as the boys converse deeply. 

POV of Sir Ethan Smith

 I love Rob to death, but I swear the man never shuts up. It must have been long enough for a castrato* to come before he parted. 

 When he was sure to be gone, I climbed the spiraling stairs to my lady's room, where I found her sitting at the window gazing at the sunset in admiration. 

"My lady" I purred. 

"Good evening Ethan." She chimed, closing shutter. 

 She shimmied out of her frivolous dress, exposing her compressed body. Her long, porcelain legs peek from her short petticoat and envision them wrapped tightly around my waist. Her corset dips into the small of her back and I long to press her against me. 

 "Sir, would you help me out of this?" She says suggestively, sweeping her hair over her shoulder. 

"Yes, my lady." I say in a flirtatious tone. 

 I approach her rear side and gently pull the bow out. Then I tug each cross out as fast as I possibly can without hurting her. 

 The first time I removed her corset, I tried to make the act into foreplay by kissing my way down her neck then undoing it with my mouth. This did not please the bombshell, whom was quick to inform me her maid makes them mercilessly tight and poor Becky can barely handle the crushing pain. 

 She sighs n relief as the garment fell to the ground. My lady slipped out of her petticoat and bloomers, exposing to me her soft, plump rear. She turned, flinging her free body upon her luxurious bed. We chatted for a short while, as we caught ourselves up on each other's day. 

 She spread her legs, revealing her blush colored, thick folds and I pulse from the sight. She spreads herself with one hand, rubbing her entrance. I begin to throb as her rosy nipples and my member harden. She is gazing at me, smirking as she teases us, slipping her fingers further and further into my sword's sheath. A small but heart stopping whimper escapes her as I remove my armour.