More Than A Princess

Wash him off me!

Lyvia ran down the hallways blindly, not even looking back to see if the asshole prince was chasing after all. She seldom come over to this side of the palace so she did not know her way around. As she ran, she was beginning to get a sense of deja vu. It was as if she had experienced this before. She turned a corner and finally looked behind. No one was chasing her. 

Panting, she slowed to a walk and looked around her. Her palace is annoyingly large and annoyingly uniform. As in every single corridor in the whole palace is annoyingly similar. She doesn’t know where she is. She could only hope that she did not ran a full circle and had ended up back near Henry’s suite of rooms. It was also annoying that there are no guards around this area. Why have a large castle with all the gold in the world when there are hardly any guards around?

She walked down the corridor carefully. One of the doors on the left opened and she stopped. She held her breath. She hoped it was not Henry. She couldn’t possibly have ran full circle back to Henry’s place, could she? Someone poked their head out. Someone with thick brown hair and a lanky frame. It was Callan! He didn’t notice her. He was looking down the other side of the corridor. 

Relieved at the sight of him, she ran to him. He jumped in fright when she appeared in front of him. 

“Oh! Where did you came from?” he said. 

She didn’t reply but wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She buried her face in his chest and inhaled his soft citrusy scent. She absorbed the nice warm feel of his body. It felt so good to hug him and to be so close to him. Then, she pulled him inside and closed the door behind them.

“Come. I need to get this dirty horrible feeling off me, I need to get him off me! Ugghhh!!!” she said. 

She wanted Callan to take her into his arms and kiss her. She wanted him to erase every single touch and feel and taste of Henry from her. She tore off her gown, revealing her naked body underneath it. Then she was trying to undress Callan but he stopped her.

“Whoa…whoa…what’s going on princess,” he said, holding both her wrists to stop her.

“I need to clean up, I need a bath, right now,” she said. She fling his hands off and then walked to his adjoining bathroom. The tub was empty. 

“Please, call the servants to fill the bath right now,” she said. She went to his wardrobe, dug around it, found a white linen shirt and drag it on. It barely covered the tops of her breasts and its hem stopped at just below her crotch. She is not bothered. She jumped onto his bed and laid on it. She pulled the silk rope next to it and a servant came in a few minutes later. 

If the servant was surprised by her presence, she didn’t say anything. She merely nodded when Callan told her to fill the bath. 

“So, what happened, princess?” Callan asked, warily. He was standing at the end of the bed, looking at her while studiously avoiding looking at the patch of dark curls between her legs that wide open, facing him. 

She sat up and leaned over, her ample breasts almost spilling out of the unlaced v-neck shirt. 

“That disgusting Henry almost raped me, he gave me something that made me froze and so horny, then he groped me and touched me all over,” she told him. She shuddered at the memory of Henry poised above her, about to thrust into her. His dribbling rod at her entrance, almost pushing into her. 

Callan looked angry after what she told him.

“What?? Why that dirty disgusting asshole!” he exclaimed. He came to her and sat next to her.

“Are you hurt anywhere? Don’t you think you should tell the King and Queen and have him punished? I am sure they will throw him into the dungeon for doing that,” he said.

She shrugged. They might not even believe her since there was no witnesses and Henry is a good liar. He could easily charm the shoes off her parents. She is now more distracted by Callan’s proximity to her. She could smell his nice citrusy scent. And she is still horny as heck. The drug Henry gave her is still in her system.

She grabbed Callan and pulled him to her, then she kissed him. The moment their lips touched, she sink into the feel and taste of him. She lost all control. She grabbed him and pushed him down while kissing him deeply. Then she straddled him and she pulled off her shirt.

“Callan. Take me, please, I want you now!” she begged, she pulled at his clothes.

“Wait, wait…princess..we can’t do this…” he protested and he pushed her away. Just then, the servant came in to tell him the bath is ready. She didn’t even blink at the naked princess lying there with Callan on the bed. 

“The bath is ready, come, you wanted a bath,” he said, jumping up and dragging Lyvia to the bathroom. She followed him reluctantly. She lowered herself into the tub and as the silky warmth of the rose-scented water cover her body, she sighed. She felt so much better now. And still horny. For Callan. He is standing there watching her. She reached up and pulled him in. He lost his balance and fell in, splashing the water. He spluttered and sat up, his clothes drenched.

“Why did you do that!” he said, wiping water from his eyes. 

“Come, lets wash each other,” she said. She helped him pull off his sodden shirt. Then she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He gulped and his eyes darkened with desire. 

“Princess….it could just be the effects of the drugs…” he said. 

“All the more to get it out of my system…better you than asshole Henry,” she said and then she pounced on him. She pressed herself against him and kissed him. She rubbed her hardened n*****s and large breasts against his chest and dragged his hands to place them on her butt.

“Touch me Callan, please, let me forget what he did to me,” she murmured against his lips. She rubbed herself against him and he groaned. She reached down and undo his pants. Soon, he was dragging off his sodden pants and dropping it outside the tub. 

They are now kissing passionately, tongues dueling, Lyvia pressed hard against him. The bath water sloshed around them. She closed a hand on his growing erection and he groaned and arched in response. Then, he was pushing her to her back, more water sloshing over the sides of the tub. She rested her head on the rim and arched her breasts up, offering them to him. He was above her now so he grabbed one breast with a hand and bent to take another into his warm moist lips. Sensations bursts like stars within her and she moaned. She held his hand and spread her legs so that he rest between them. She could feel his thick hard rod resting near her wide open centre. She reached down his back and dragged him closer.

“Please, please, take me now,” she begged. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. He had raised himself above her, poised just at her entrance. She could feel him hard and ready. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him inside.

“Now, please!” she said and he complied. He thrusted into her, both of them groaning at the sensation as water sloshed around them. He filled her every inch and this time around, it felt good. So good. Then he started to move and she arched to follow his rhythm. 

Waves of sensations are rolling over her. Her breaths are coming hard and fast. He is so thick and long and large, she felt as if he was pushing right up into her womb. She tightened her legs around him, urging him to go deeper still. She wanted him buried deep inside her so that she could forget about Henry’s fingers and his tip at her entrance. 

Callan was grunting with the effort as he thrusted into her, each thrust painfully slow and deep.

“Please, why are you doing this? I want it hard and fast!” she screamed. She could feel that she was near now. So near and yet he was too infuriatingly gentle. “Harder, faster, please! Callan!” she shouted and arched into him. She raked her fingers down his back in frustration. The pressure is building and building but he was too gentle, too slow. 

“Now, please, now, harder!” she urged, she arched and wrapped her legs harder. She thrashed her head. “Please, Callan, please…” she sobbed, scratching his back, pulling at him. 

“Okay, I will be doing this harder,” he grunted and then he started pounding into her. He pushed his whole rod deep into her in one hard thrust, immediately withdrew and pound deep into her again. And again. A few more thrusts and she went over the edge, screaming. She gripped him in her throes of release, her nails raking down his back in ecstasy but he was too far gone to stop, he continued to pound into her relentlessly. Slap, slosh, slap. The sounds of skin slapping and water sloshing filled the room. She was throbbing and tightening around him still when he too climaxed and he shouted gutturally. He pushed powerfully one last time and shuddered and emptied into her before collapsing on her, spent, breathing hard.