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“When will you come to me again?”

  She smiled at him. He knew what she had almost done, and what it could have cost her. “When it suits me.” She got off the bed and dressed.

  Jack watched her.

  “You best be better prepared for me next time, dear sir. I won’t allow another slip on your part.”

  “I will be, Mistress. I would not wish to make you angry.” He grinned sheepishly.

  She laughed. “You lie. My anger makes your cock twitch does it not?”

  He laughed with her. “You are right as always, Mistress.”

  She put on her heavy cloak. She put up the hood. She walked to the window and opened the doors. She turned to him once more.

  “Before I come next time, be sure to wash yourself well. I do not wish to taste another woman on you again.”

  With that, she swung over the balcony and into the dark night.

  Jack frowned, gathering the silky covers to his shaking body. She knew.

  She could taste Snow White on him. He did not know what she would do with that knowledge. He knew she could not tell or her own position would be compromised. Surely if her stepmother found out about her escapades, she would be beaten severely, probably maimed. That woman knew no mercy, and she would imprison his Mistress forever.

  Maybe she would devise her own revenge on him. As Jack curled into a warm ball under his covers, his cock twitched at the thought of her imaginative ways.

  CHAPTER THREE

  For the next two days, Prince Charming floated around the castle in a lustful fog. He did his duties mindlessly, while he thought of his loves. He desired to be with his pure love Snowden White to revel in her passionate learning, and he burned fiercely for the unexpected arrival of his Mistress, Cinda Rella. He was constantly, feverishly on guard for her. He slept with the window shutters open, just in case.

  But as the days moved on, he smoldered desperately for another. His little vixen would soon be arriving at the castle.

  She loved her nickname. Every time he muttered it, her eyes would glaze over in lust, and she would go wild for him. The scars on his back were not caused by the painful whippings of his Mistress, but by the sharp talons of his little fox.

  When the day came for her arrival, Jack could hardly contain himself.

  He rose early and jogged around the gardens to pump his heart and sculpt his muscles. He ate heartily and dressed in his royal best.

  The King and Queen noticed his excitement and patted themselves on the backs for choosing so well. It was good for the kingdom if their future King burned brightly for his future Queen. A passionate marriage meant a passionate ruler. A passionate ruler would reign in glory for his kingdom and his people. Great wealth and prosperity could be expected.

  They all gathered in the grand ballroom as the royal procession entered the castle walls. Jack vibrated with desire as the royals were announced.

  The herald stood at the entrance of the great ballroom. “Your Majesties, let me introduce, Sir Roderick and Lady Sarah from Worthington, and their daughter Lady Gwendolyn.”

  The Prince rose as the procession entered. He smiled and bowed gallantly as they neared the thrones.

  The King and Queen watched their son. They were surprised at his actions.

  Jack stepped down the steps and greeted the group. “Sir Roderick, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

  The gentleman looked shocked at the Prince’s greeting. He bowed.

  “The pleasure is all ours I’m sure, your Majesty.”

  “Nonsense.” He stepped up to Lady Sarah and took her hand. “Lady Sarah, your face is like the sun rising on this kingdom.” He kissed her hand.

  She blushed and giggled. “Your Majesty, you flatter.” She curtsied.

  He stepped up to Lady Gwendolyn. She was in a full curtsy. Her head bowed down demurely. “Please rise, my Lady. For you are well received in my kingdom.”

  The girl rose, and lifted her head to meet his gaze. Jack smiled sweetly.

  She was not a pretty girl. Her face was gaunt and her nose was too prominent for her thin face. But she had the most luscious mouth he had ever seen.

  He bowed to her. “You’re more beautiful than I ever expected, Lady Gwendolyn.”

  She blushed. “And you are more than I ever dreamed, your Majesty.”

  He took her gloved hand and kissed it. “Please call me Prince Edward.”

  The King and Queen glanced at each other and nodded their approval.

  They were right in agreeing on Lady Gwendolyn. She was not the most beautiful girl, but she had spirit and ambition. Two qualities a Princess should always possess.

  Jack let Lady Gwendolyn’s hand go. He stepped back and turned his attention to the young woman standing respectfully behind them.

  “And this is?”

  Lady Gwendolyn turned to the woman behind her. “Prince Edward, may I introduce my cousin, Princess Borealis from Devonshire county.”

  She curtsied to him. He bowed to her. “Princess Borealis, I do believe I know your husband, Prince Philip.”

  “Yes, my lord. He speaks often of you.”

  “And I think often of him.”

  She smiled sweetly at him. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

  Jack smiled back. He could hardly contain himself with her in his presence. She was a stunning woman. When she walked in a room, men fell to their knees and women turned green with envy. Her eyes blazed coldly like blue flame and her hair shone like spun gold, silky to the touch.

  She was tall for a woman. She could meet most men eye to eye and not just in height. Her body was long, lean, with high pert breasts, and thin hips.

  She was very agile, he knew. She had the body of a dancer or a gymnast.

  He knew her by another name. Rose Briar. It was her commoner name before she took up with fairies and dragons and fashioned a deal with an evil witch named Malificent. He admired her tenacity and her resourcefulness. She was a woman with many ambitions. He respected that. So when he discovered her deceitful plot, he merely laughed and asked to join in. He had helped her in uncertain circumstances, nab the heart of his friend and rival, Prince Philip. And from that day on, they had been keen lovers.

  Jack bowed to her again then turned his attentions back to Lady Gwendolyn. He offered his arm to her. She wrapped her hand around it.

  “Shall we go to the gardens and have a refreshment?”

  Following Jack’s lead, everyone filed out of the ballroom and into the beautiful gardens. Tables had been set for food and drink. Everyone found a spot and immediately dived into conversation. Gossip mostly.

  As they ate and drank, Jack stole glances at Princess Borealis. She was seated next to his uncle. She was speaking animatedly with him. Her hands waving around as she spoke, making each point with a motion of her finger.

  Jack chatted flirtatiously with Lady Gwendolyn and her mother. By the time he had excused himself, they were both warm from blushing well and often. They each produced a fan and fanned themselves adamantly.

  Jack wandered the gardens, drink in hand. He watched at a distance the goings on at the tables. He was glad to be away from it. Although he knew his duties, he often would wish for a different life. A life where he was not expected of anything. Sometimes when his life as Prince interfered with his own manly desires, he would often think of escape.

  “A farthing for your thoughts.”

  He turned. Rose stood behind him, hidden from view by a tall hedge.

  “I’d give you ten gold pieces for yours.”

  “And my body? What would you give me for that?”

  “Everything,” he growled.

  She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her behind the hedge.

  “We must hurry. They will miss us in a short time.”

  She quickly lifted up her skirts. She slipped off her undergarments with one hand. She bent over the stone bench. Her perfectly round ass protruding up to him.

  He gazed at her, his little vixen. She was always ready for him. H
ot and wet. Open to him for any moment they could steal. He pulled down his trousers and produced his throbbing cock. It was purple with strain.

  He nuzzled behind her. He guided his swollen member into her wet gaping sex. He slid in easily, smoothly. Like she was built just for him. He slid in and out quickly.

  She moaned with each thrust. “Oh yes. Oh yes.”

  She pushed back into him with each stroke. She wanted to feel all of him inside her. Her every orifice burned for him.

  “Pull it out,” she demanded.

  Jack slid his cock out. He held it still in his hand. “Why?”

  “Put it in my bum.”

  Jack looked down at her puckered pink bud. “Are you sure? It is illegal, such an act.”

  She grinned slyly through heavy breaths. “I know.”

  Jack gulped but was eager to please. He had dreamed of such a thing, but would never have asked for it out loud. Sodomy was illegal in the lands. You could hang for such an act of depravity. Jack’s cocked throbbed painfully at the prospect.

  He gently nuzzled the head against her tight opening. He dipped his finger into her wet slit and lubricated the area well. He pushed gently. The head went it slowly.

  Rose stiffened as his cock entered her. She could feel her cunt ache at the thought of this act. She had always wanted to try it. Sometimes when she touched herself, she would insert her finger in her anus. She liked how it felt. Decadent and dirty. She came all the harder.

  Jack pushed in. It was tight. Squeezing his cock firmly. He began to move gently. Just the little motions sent shivers up his spine. He could feel his orgasm mounting quickly. It would not take much for him to come.

  As he moved in her ass, Rose brought her hand down to her tender nub.

  She began to jiggle it hard. She wished Jack had two cocks to fornicate with. One just wasn’t enough.

  Jack sensed her need. He inserted a finger into her sex. She was sopping wet. Come dripped down over his hand.

  “More. Give me more,” she moaned as she pushed back against him.

  Jack inserted another finger into her and pumped them. He could feel his cock in her anus against her vaginal wall. He could feel himself thrust.

  Rose rubbed her clit faster and harder. She was going to come. It was going to be explosive. She put her other hand over her mouth to stop the scream she knew would come.

  Jack thrust hard into her buttocks. He could feel her coming.

  It exploded in her. Waves of pleasure burst from her inside out. She screamed into her hand as she pinched her clit hard. Her climax radiated from everywhere. It felt like molten lava had erupted in her body.

  “I’m going to come,” Jack exclaimed.

  “On my bum. Do it on my bum.”

  Jack pulled out and came over her butt cheeks. The hot white liquid dripped on her pale flesh.

  Rose brought her hands to her buttocks, and began to rub the semen into her skin. She smeared it all over. Moaning as she massaged it in. After she had been severely lotioned, she licked the residue off her fingers. Jack got hard again just from watching her.

  “I love it when you’re dirty,” Jack exclaimed, his cock still in his hand.

  “I know. I love it too.” She smiled. “Help me with my undergarments.

  We should go back now.”

  Jack tucked himself back into his trousers. He helped Rose slide her lacy garments back up her long legs. She smoothed down her skirts and kissed him hard on the mouth.

  “Thank the lord my husband is not here. He would surely smell you on my breath.”

  “Yes, that is fortunate.”

  “He would surely whip me for my deceit.”

  He slapped her playfully on the buttocks. “I’m afraid you’d probably like that.”

  “Yes, I’m afraid you’re right,” she laughed.

  Princess Borealis stepped out from the hedge. She smoothed her hair and curtsied to Jack. “Shall we meet again?”

  “At midnight, in the ballroom. I would love to have you on the throne.”

  “I would love that, too.”

  She walked back into the main gardens. Jack stood behind the hedge and watched her. She was a spirited girl. She would have made a fine wife.

  It was too bad that Philip was the one she chose to deceive. And he was sure Philip would be shocked to learn that on their wedding day, Jack had had her inside and out in their marital bed. She had been a willing participant of course. For it was she that sought out Jack. She claimed to have too much passion for one man. Jack could not contradict. She had been wild and reckless when they had sex. Jack dubbed her ‘little vixen’

  without delay. He was looking forward to the night.

  For the rest of the day and most of the evening, Jack and Princess Borealis engaged in polite conversation, never letting on their lustful feelings for each other. Not even under the watchful eye of the Queen, could they be accused of anything more than civility. It nearly killed both of them, but that was part of the fun. The anticipation. The built up sexual frustration that they would eventually release on one another.

  When midnight came, Jack was practically frothing at the mouth. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants. It wept for release.

  He crept from his rooms and entered the darkened ballroom. He gazed around the enormous room searching for movement. He saw none, just the shadows of the royal thrones elongated across the polished floor.

  He approached the thrones. He trailed a finger over the blue velvet of his father’s chair. One day it would be his. He sat down in it and gazed across the room. He imagined greeting dignitaries and dishing out the laws of their kingdom. He rubbed a hand over his hardening cock. Some he would seek to change.

  A hand clamped down on his thigh. Jack jumped.

  “You should be more careful, Prince Charming. I could have been an enemy assassin, here to slice your throat.”

  Jack grabbed the hand and pulled Rose from her hiding spot behind the throne. He enveloped her in his arms and pressed his lips to her throat.

  “I do believe it’s my cock that you’re after.”

  She giggled, moving her hand to cup him through his trousers. He was already hard.

  “You are right. And I shall have it immediately.”

  Rose scrabbled at his pants. She untied his belt and pulled at the material. Soon he sprung free. Stiff and proud. She wrapped her hand around his shaft. She pulled on him playfully.

  “So hard. So hot.”

  “Only for you, my vixen.”

  She looked deep into his eyes. “Are you sure this is only for me? I would be very disappointed to learn that I have rivals for your affection.”

  “You have no rival, Princess.”

  “What of Gwendolyn?”

  “Simply a marriage of politics. Just like yours to Philip. You are the one I love.”

  She laughed and steered him to sit in the throne. She let go of his aching cock, and stepped back. She untied her bodice and pushed down her dress. She let it slip to the floor. She stepped out of it and placed her hands on her hips.

  “Am I not the most beautiful creature you have ever seen?”

  Jack swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. Rose stood before him in a black corset and garter. Her pale bosom spilled forth. Her legs were sheathed in black silk. Her creamy thighs were bare.

  “I have not the words to describe your beauty.”

  “Do you like my undergarments?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “They are French. I picked this out last time I was in Paris. I thought of you when I felt the material between my legs.”

  He smiled. “The French are very clever. They are the masters in the art of sex.”

  “Yes, they are. I learned a few things while I was there.”

  “Then come and show me.”

  Rose swayed to where Jack sat. He reached up and pulled her corset down. The boned material pushed her breasts up and out. They pushed toward him. Jack leaned forward and took one rosy nipple into his
hungry mouth.

  Cinda dared not move as she watched the spectacle. She had been watching from the corner of the ballroom, behind the ornate tables and chairs.

  She entered the castle earlier to spy on Jack. She had suspicions of him and his fidelity. She had waited in the halls before his room. When he emerged at midnight, she followed him to the ballroom. Her suspicions were confirmed.

  She had heard rumors of this woman. It was a fairytale told to servants and peasants about a commoner that cleverly deceived a Prince and became his wife. It gave hope to all that maybe one day with the proper ambition that they too could wear the robes of royalty.

  Cinda had also heard of her beauty. The rumors had been plain in their speaking. For this woman was beyond mere words. She felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched the pale goddess.

  Jack feasted on her breasts. He squeezed and pulled at her nipples.

  With every tug, Rose moaned. She reached down between her legs and unfastened her corset. The material gave way.

  Jack glanced down to look his fill of her naked sex. She was as golden down there as on her glorious head. He reached down and cupped her. She was sopping wet already. Her desire dripping down her milky thighs. Jack sighed as he slid his fingers over her parted lips. She was soft and silky, hot to the touch. He brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean.

  Rose watched as Jack’s tongue lavished in her lusty juice. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her legs were vibrating with desire. She straddled Jack’s lap. She felt his cock fill her up in one quick thrust of her hips as she sat.

  Jack reached around and cupped her buttocks. He squeezed them firmly as she began to move. He pressed his face into her bosom, licking at her peaked nubs.

  Rose ground herself into him. She could feel his cock tapping at her womb. She ground harder to accommodate the aching in her clit. She reached down and flicked her finger over the swollen nub. Pleasure shot up her spine. She held onto Jack’s shoulders and really began to pump. She glanced at the mirror on the wall behind them. She liked to watch herself.

  Watching the lust cloud her face turned her on even more. She moved faster.

  Cinda’s breathing grew heavy. She could hear the lusty moans and groans from them. She could hear the liquid movements of their sexes joining. The ache between her legs intensified. She desperately wanted to touch herself.