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The Rise of Prince Anthony
by Olivia Moon
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Not so long ago in a far away land
there lived a handsome Prince named Anthony. Prince Anthony was
the only son of the King and Queen. Therefore it was his duty to
find a beautiful bride to marry and bring forth many heirs to the
kingdom. Each night as the moon began to rise the Prince would
leave the kingdom disguised as a soldier to ride in search of this
woman.
One evening as the ride found him weary, Prince Anthony decided to
seek refuge at a small castle he discovered tucked into the
forest. The castle was made of large gray stones (with most of
them not very pretty). But growing deep and all about were thick
vines of hearty ivy. As the Prince looked about he spied an open
window up above a large balcony on the east wall of this castle.
As he noticed the vines were quite strong he decided to climb the
wall to see what was inside.
As he reached the lighted room to look inside his eyes fell upon
the body of a beautiful young woman. She lay with her eyes closed
with pale, smooth skin and hair of the curliest red color. He knew
that one of such youth and beauty must be the Princess of the
castle.
Wrapped in a white towel the Princess seemed to lay in waiting for
her servants to attend her. Then two young women approached her
quietly and one of them slipped the towel slowly away. The other
woman began to pour oils of rose and patchouli along her buttocks
and legs. The scent of the oils flew through the night air and
aroused the Prince who stood steadfast and watched on. Using the
palms of her hands and nimble fingers the woman knew well how to
caress her Princess. Each move was a gesture of fondness as she
turned and massaged the muscle and skin and rub deeper into her
thighs. After awhile the woman poured more oils over her back and
massaged the Princess with even greater resolve. The Princess
murmured in delight. When she had enough she turned her body over
to let the other woman massage the oils into her breasts, arms and
lower parts of her body. Both women were dressed alike in gold
silken dresses and had their nails trimmed very short. They moved
demurely, both aware of their places, even as one wiped some oil
away from the dark hairs of the sex. She smiled at the Princess
and slipped her fingers into the sex to massage inside her and
feel the slow arousals of her body. Again she placed her fingers
into the flower and moved in waves and short pulsations.
The Princess lay with her eyes closed and murmured on until she
quietly fell asleep. The Prince was amazed and very excited.
He could not bring himself away from watching her even as she
slept. He decided to wait until the servants had left the room to
try and touch this beautiful woman. And as soon as they were gone
he climbed inside.
As he wisped his fingers along her body he found it still moist
and very warm. The Prince decided to touch her while she slept.
“Why disturb her from her dreams?” he thought and swept his
fingers between her thighs and slowly into her dampened sex. She
moved only a slight and gave a smile as though she knew even as
she lay sleeping. He moved too as he tamed his pulsing phallus
with his other hand. His fingers swirled and tingled inside her
soft, pink flesh and swiftly along the hard and wild of his own.
On and on he enjoyed her while she lay unspoken to his desires. He
stared at her eyes, closed and dreaming, and wanted to kiss her
deeply. Sensuously he caressed her as he smiled and caressed along
his own. On and on he moved into a whirl of wet and stirring
passion. And then a dance of throbbing frenzy until the music
peaked, then spiked and he drew back again and rode away into the
voices of the night.
The next day was a difficult day for the Prince. All the problems
of the court had been thrown at his feet. All the problems of the
world seemed to rest on his shoulders. He could not shrug from
them. There was no one whom he could trust to help him in making
the right decisions. So, too in his mind all that day was the
memory of this new and beautiful woman. He thought of the curves
of her hips and he wanted to hold them. He thought of the warmth
of her breasts and he desired to suck and hold onto them. He
thought of this and smiled. He knew tomorrow would be yet another
difficult day but he decided to return that night to the stone
castle and meet this woman again.
Later that day as the sun fell slowly through the clouds the
Prince returned to the royal bedchamber of the castle. This time
he found the Princess dressed in a long, black velvet robe that
draped the floor as she sat reading her book. She lifted her eyes
slowly and stared as he entered the room. “I’ve met you before, my
Prince, or don’t you remember ? Perhaps not, as there are so many
women that you have touched”, she said.
“What are you reading?, he asked, as he approached he kissed her
on the forehead. “Mary Shelley, the book of “Frankenstein” as you
once suggested my Prince”, she said. He smiled back, took her hand
in his and looked into her eyes. “Oh! I’ve been so tired today. It
was almost as if my body were awake last night and I didn’t know
it”, she said. He laughed twice, for one laugh to himself and
said, “You are both a funny and beautiful woman. Perhaps then you
should have your dinner brought here to your room so you can rest?
“. He said this as he led her over to a large bed draped in white
satin sheets. Their eyes held, almost fixed into the moment that
began to end their longing for that first kiss.
Slowly, finally the pleasure of their bodies together…fingers into
and out…moist and warm, tenderly… the smell of the man, the scent
of the woman and only the heartbeats between them.
With the black velvet robe duly parted the Prince slowed his lips
along her body. He then returned to her mouth to drown her in
long, adoring kisses. After a while he pulled his clothing off and
lay his body over hers. She swooned as they kissed deeply again
and again. The Prince smiled his brown eyes over hers as they
twisted in strong and determined passion. She could feel the surge
of his hardened phallus and spread her legs wide for his approval.
Each move was a wave of heat and wetting desires. He bit into her
neck, her breasts…as she cried his name and begged for more.
Soaked and dripping over her he kissed to drown his tongue into
her mouth and ride her hard and fast. They moved and moved until
they trembled together and lay back against the cool of the
dampened sheets.
The subtle wind of the evening curled beneath his loins and left
his body limp, moist and unfettered. Only his dreams could arouse
him now as he lay beside her. The colors of lust and ceaseless
passion…all the reds and violets had painted the room as they
kissed. The soft pale aroma that had washed into the white satin
sheets beneath them. The pulse of the night had been slowed into
another dream awaiting. Now he lay back and fondled her breasts as
she lay asleep. Tomorrow he would return to the castle. Take her
with him to make her his Princess bride. But for now he could only
sleep. And he closed his eyes and succumbed to the night and a
full moon rising. |
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