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Prince Geordo strode through the forest, eyeing his beloved like prey amongst the trees. A minute ago he had been doing something else, reading some cursed tome or something like that, whatever it was it mattered so much less than the woman he had his sights on. After all, he had had his sights on her from the very beginning.
Prince Geordo praised the gods for his luck in securing Katarina’s hand. At the time, standing beside her bed, it had been merely an act of logic. She would be useful as a shield for unwanted offers. Then his dull and meaningless world was upended in a burst of color, life, and joy. There she was, his harbinger of happiness. She held out her hand for him to kiss, and even as a child, Geordo had known he was holding something precious. He felt his lips tingle where they met her skin.
Then they grew up together. He watched her begin to develop into a woman while he himself was becoming a man. Heat began to pulse between his legs when she looked up at him with that radiant smile. He knew that intercourse was an expected duty shared between a man and wife to bear children. But when he thought of sharing such a responsibility with his wife-to-be…it felt so much bigger than duty.
It brought weakness to his knees. It stole the breath from his lungs. He wanted her, and she was oblivious to the fact. How he had tried to get her alone…but the competition wasn’t here now. And the self-restrained version of himself—which he had built up over years out of respect for Katarina’s trust and personal agency—was melting away in a fog of magical persuasion.
He was here. She was here. They were alone. It was Prince Geordo’s dream opportunity.
Katarina was just ahead, walking through a forest with drooping emerald canopy and scattered, honey-colored sunbeams. Her face was knitted in consternation.
She was deliciously cute with that face. Prince Geordo felt his desires stir and picked up his pace.
“Katarina, my love, are you lost?”
She whirled around to face him as if about to fend off an attack.
“Oh, Prince Geordo, it’s you!”
She relaxed her stance.
You were right the first time, Prince Geordo thought with a smirk in his heart.
“I can’t remember where I was or what we were doing just before now.”
Katarina pouted, causing Geordo to nearly lick his lips in response.
“We were taking a walk in the Royal Forest. I wanted to show you something, it’s just up ahead.”
“Okay…” Katarina allowed herself to be led by her elbow, but still wore that adorable confused expression for which she was so well-known.
They passed through a weave of willow leaves and a small tunnel of rock to reach a peaceful alcove, in the center of which stood a stone tower. Prince Geordo promised his beloved the view he wanted her to see was at the top.
It wasn’t a lie. A short ride on the pulley-lift later, and they were standing in a cozy one-bedroom cottage thrust 60 feet into the air. The view from the central window was of the entire kingdom. The capital palace was a dot on the furthest end of the horizon, the capital city itself a small stain.
Katarina stood transfixed at the sight. They were high enough to almost top the clouds. The sun was just beginning to set in a stream of multi-colored brilliance. Prince Geordo watched her confusion melt into an expression of pure glee.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful! Thank you so much! You were very thoughtful to bring me up here, Prince Geordo.”
Katarina beamed up at him. Any ounce of caution or awareness was gone now. His childhood fantasies of prepubescent lust collided with the hunger of a grown man. The blackness of heart that he was born with swelled to roar in his ears.
“My dearest Katarina,” he murmured as he closed the small distance between them, “you are the most precious of treasures.”
He closed the distance between them in two quick steps. Her blue eyes widened, eyelashes fluttering as he leaned in closer than he had ever dared to approach and took her in his arms. The sun dipped below the horizon in a blaze of streaming light behind their silhouettes just as their lips met.
Katarina tasted like the sugar in all her favorite sweets. Of course she did. Geordo deepened the kiss, exploring every sweet corner of her soft mouth with his tongue. She fidgeted, as if trying to move away, but his firm arms around her didn’t budge.
“You are as defenseless as ever, Katarina. I told you, back then, but you didn’t seem to hear what I was saying.”
He pressed her body against the thickness of his arousal.
“Prince Geordo?”
Katarina looked around at the tower room, eyes darting from the preemptively lit candelabras to the expansive bed. He brushed a stray hair behind her ear, then traced the side of her jawline until he gripped her chin. Her eyes gazed up at him questioningly as he leaned in close enough to touch the tip of her nose with his.
“That I could easily take you any time I wanted.”
Geordo captured her sweet lips for another deep, tender kiss. Katarina squirmed in his hold. He nipped at her bottom lip, pulling and sucking until it was plump with attention. The heat between them gradually rose as Katarina began to lose herself in his embrace. He held her closer and eased back to slow, methodical kisses.
Katarina started kissing back. He allowed her to explore with her own tongue, and tentatively run her hands over his body just as he ran his hands over hers. The dusky blues of twilight gave way to flickering candlelight.
Geordo pulled back to plant a gentle kiss along her delicate collarbone.
“I love you, Katarina,” he murmured into her skin.
“Prince Geordo!”
Katarina sputtered, panting and out of breath.
Another gentle kiss in the soft turn of her neck.
“I want you for my wife. No one else, just you forever, do you finally understand?”
He whispered his plea fervently in her ear, then leaned down to place a kiss on her bare shoulder.
“Geordo, what exactly are you doing?”
“Didn’t I tell you, lovely one…”
He pressed a kiss just above her breast. Meanwhile, his hands were finishing their deft work at the back of her dress.
“…that one day, I would help myself to all of you?”
With one sharp tug, Katarina’s garments fell to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but lacy white undergarments and a rapidly spreading blush.
Katarina instinctively moved to cover herself with her hands. Geordo took each hand in his and moved them to the ties of his trousers instead.
“Of course, in return, I offer you all of me. I’ll gladly spend the rest of my days in your service.”
The sky was well and truly dark as Geordo disrobed himself with Katarina’s hands. Candle light bounced off of his fully erect manhood straining against the cloth of his briefs. His toned, muscular form glistened.
Geordo released one of Katarina’s hands and led her towards the foot of the bed with the other. Then he paused, pressing her fingertips against his lips.
“Be mine, Katarina.”
Geordo’s voice was husky with barely contained restraint. Some iron-strong force of will fought through the magic to hold him in wait for an answer.
The seconds were agonizing as the gears finally started turning inside Katarina’s head. After some consideration, she gave a decisive nod with a fiercely determined expression.
“Alright, Geordo, I don’t know exactly what it is you want from me, but I’ll trust you.”
Geordo laughed from the depths of his chest. Then he pulled Katarina into a fierce embrace, his hot skin singing where it met hers.
“Oh Katarina, my beloved, how I adore you.”
He kissed her once softly, pulled back with a slight smirk, only to lean in with his arms and scoop her up off the floor. They tumbled together on top of the bed. Geordo positioned himself above Katarina, his arms bracing her on either side.
“Though I really should scold you for being so trusting.”
Geordo dipped down into another series of searching kisses. He allowed his hands to wander over the delicate lace of her breast band for the first time, rubbing his thumbs over and around where her nipples rose up against the thin material. He felt wetness gather between her legs and pressed his arousal against it. His longing murmurs hummed against her lips as he stole them again and again and again.
Katarina’s breath came faster, her heartbeat harder. Her blush of embarrassment was turning into waves of red hot heat radiating off of her body. She returned his kisses with increasing fervor.
Katarina had always been a quick learner (when properly motivated).
Gently, Geordo disconnected the clasps of her brasserie and pulled the fabric away to reveal her ample breasts. He filled his hands with their soft, supple flesh and pressed his lips just below a pert nipple.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He took the nipple into his mouth and savored it with his tongue. Katarina let out a moan that sent shivers down his spine. The other nipple he lavished with attention from his dexterous fingers. Looking up from his place at her breast, Geordo saw lust flare to life in the sky blue depths of Katarina’s eyes.
That did it.
“For the record,” Geordo murmured as he guided Katarina’s hands to the waist of his briefs, “I’ve loved you since we were just kids…”
He tugged the fabric down with her fingers.
“…but we are children no longer. You and I are both adults, Katarina, and are to be wed as husband and wife. So please accept me…accept all of me.”
She didn’t even notice as the prince swiftly removed her last remaining undergarments.
Katarina’s eyes were too busy bulging at the sight of his bare cock.
“I know it’s of royal size and stature,” Prince Geordo chuckled with more than a little pride, “but don’t worry, sweet one, I’ll prepare you well.”
True to his word, Geordo began lightly touching the private region between Katarina’s legs. Of course even her cunt was beautiful. He lavished his attentions on her sensitive nub until his bride-to-be was dripping wet. Her flushed face almost broke the will of his patience. Instead, he plunged a finger into her sheath and coaxed out more of her body’s natural lubricant, all while planting kisses across her warm skin. Skillfully, he added more fingers and covered broader angles, until his beloved was drenched and safely stretched to receive him.
Katarina came undone during this process. The release she didn’t understand she was being denied drove her to whimper and pant.
“Prince Geordo…what is this…I need…”
“Fret not, Princess.”
Geordo lined himself with her entrance and rubbed the tip of his thick cock in her slick.
“I’ll happily make you mine.”
He pushed himself in slowly so she could adjust to the feeling of fullness. Once he had sunk to his hilt, Geordo felt his body burn with lust.
“Katarina…”
He moaned as he pulled himself almost completely out again, only to push in with more force. Katarina’s hands found his back and moved up to grip the back of his hair. He kept a steady pace aimed at the spot he had located while fingering her, holding her body half off the bed to ensure the right angle.
The pleasure was maddening.
In a matter of minutes, Katarina was crying out with a shuddering squeeze. Geordo answered with a roar as they rode through her orgasm together.
“You did great, Katarina, well done.” He grunted with effort as he pushed her legs back towards her head, her knees coming to rest almost by her ears.
“Now for my fill of you.”
Geordo plunged deeper with a sharp thrust. He thrust into Katarina again and again at a steady pace, mentally savoring the incredible feeling of her warm walls around his cock and the beautiful sound of her moaning. Pleasure mounted alongside his speed, and soon enough Geordo was bucking his hips into Katarina like a wild animal.
He roared as he came.
Semen trickled out where his cock still lay sheathed. Prince Geordo grabbed a dry cloth from the bedside table and began to clean them both off. Afterwards he lay contentedly at Katarina’s side, who was heavy-breathing in a dazed sort of recovery.
Prince Geordo pulled his princess into his arms and nuzzled the crook of her neck. He placed a kiss on her shoulder.
“Was I too rough for you to handle?”
Katarina blinked.
“Prince Geordo…that was…I mean, wow, I didn’t realize that’s what…uhhhhhhh oh boy, wow.”
The black hearted prince smirked as he pulled Katarina in closer.
“I’m so glad,” he teased in her ear, “because I plan to take you like that again.”
He flipped Katarina onto her side and pressed against her from behind, thrusting his fully erect manhood up and into an angle that had Katarina seeing stars. Her next orgasm rocked her entire body and had her curling her toes.
Geordo’s stamina didn’t waver after that orgasm, or the one after that. All throughout the night, Katarina was completely at the mercy of the greedy, ruthless, black-hearted prince.
It was a fantastical dream come true.