The Palace Guard

Chapter 12 - Found Out

"You, my darling, are not a virgin," the Prince said to her that night. He had come to her in her bedchamber. How he had persuaded the maids to leave her on her own, and snuck past the Palace guards she did not know. He was a very persuasive man.

"Who has had you?" he asked as he pulled her nightgown over her head.

"I cannot say," she said, suddenly embarrassed by how exposed she was. He was drinking in her naked flesh, staring at her soft curves while he quickly removed his own clothes. Her traitorous body was already responding to his lascivious gaze.

"I was looking forward to deflowering you," he said, roughly pushing his fingers into her quim. She gasped at the pain as he stretched her wide. "But never mind, there will be others."

"Are we still to be married?" she asked nervously.

"Oh yes, I plan to keep you and use you for my pleasure. You will make a very pretty ornament," he said. "And if you don't do as I ask, I will tell your father that you are spoiled goods. Now turn over so I can fuck you."

He made her kneel on all fours on the bed, and pushed his big cock into her in one swift movement, and despite the fear his words had aroused in her she found herself writhing with pleasure. As he pounded into her, he uttered obscenities and told her that he would have her in a permanent state of mindless lust. He took hold of her long hair and tugged it roughly as he pulled out and then entered her again. "You will forget your other lover," he murmured. "You will only think of me," as her nubbin slipped beneath his forceful fingers and his cock filled her. He pulled out and made her suck him until he shot his seed into her mouth, cursing loudly.

She lay awake while he slept beside her, his hand still covering her breast possessively. She thought of her Palace guard, of his gentle brown eyes and his thoughtful capable hands and she wept silent tears.