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badass_tiger) wrote2023-02-05 11:23 am
badass_tiger) wrote2023-02-05 11:23 am
The Princess's Gift (Original Work)
Title: The Princess's Gift
Fandom: Original
Characters: King's Royal Advisor/Princess
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The princess reciprocates the royal advisor's gift in her own way.
Warnings: Age gap
If he had known that she was interested, then he would have surely come into her room and claimed her without bothering with this gift. Or was this his way of teasing her? The princess didn't mind that. After all, she knew his interest, and she had yet to burst in on his room of an evening and bare herself to him. Where would be the fun in that, after all?
She opened the royal advisor's bedroom door. The room was smaller than one might expect of a man with such close connections to the king. But the princess had no room for such thoughts, and made her way directly to the cleanly-made bed.
The gift he had had delivered to her in an unmarked box was wrapped up in cloth in her hands. There was no doubt in the princess's mind that it was from him, and by this evening, he would know that she knew. She pulled up her skirts and lay on top of the covers, the cool sheets against her naked legs making her shiver.
There was no time to waste. It would have been lovely to take her time, to bury her face in the pillows and inhale his scent, to hunt through the drawers for a souvenir she could take back to her own room - but there would be time for that later. For now, she unwrapped her handkerchief from around the gift and gripped the base in her hands. Her blood raced, her heart beating in her ears, excited just from being inside his room. She gasped as she pushed it inside her slicked entrance. Closing her eyes, she imagined it belonging to him. His neatly-combed hair coming undone from the sweat trickling down his face as he frowned with concentration, thrusting into the princess he had known since her birth, had blossomed into a woman before his eyes - a woman who desired him. The princess bucked her hips down the length of the gift with a groan, his name on her lips as she came.
She pulled out the gift then lay back, allowing herself a few heartbeats to recover. What would be his expression when he came inside here and saw his soiled sheets and his gift on top of it all? Anticipation pooled in her stomach and made her shiver. What wouldn't she give to see it? How much longer would he be able to restrain himself after this?
After another minute, she collected herself. Someone might come looking for her soon. The princess hurried out of the room to clean herself up.
Fandom: Original
Characters: King's Royal Advisor/Princess
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The princess reciprocates the royal advisor's gift in her own way.
Warnings: Age gap
If he had known that she was interested, then he would have surely come into her room and claimed her without bothering with this gift. Or was this his way of teasing her? The princess didn't mind that. After all, she knew his interest, and she had yet to burst in on his room of an evening and bare herself to him. Where would be the fun in that, after all?
She opened the royal advisor's bedroom door. The room was smaller than one might expect of a man with such close connections to the king. But the princess had no room for such thoughts, and made her way directly to the cleanly-made bed.
The gift he had had delivered to her in an unmarked box was wrapped up in cloth in her hands. There was no doubt in the princess's mind that it was from him, and by this evening, he would know that she knew. She pulled up her skirts and lay on top of the covers, the cool sheets against her naked legs making her shiver.
There was no time to waste. It would have been lovely to take her time, to bury her face in the pillows and inhale his scent, to hunt through the drawers for a souvenir she could take back to her own room - but there would be time for that later. For now, she unwrapped her handkerchief from around the gift and gripped the base in her hands. Her blood raced, her heart beating in her ears, excited just from being inside his room. She gasped as she pushed it inside her slicked entrance. Closing her eyes, she imagined it belonging to him. His neatly-combed hair coming undone from the sweat trickling down his face as he frowned with concentration, thrusting into the princess he had known since her birth, had blossomed into a woman before his eyes - a woman who desired him. The princess bucked her hips down the length of the gift with a groan, his name on her lips as she came.
She pulled out the gift then lay back, allowing herself a few heartbeats to recover. What would be his expression when he came inside here and saw his soiled sheets and his gift on top of it all? Anticipation pooled in her stomach and made her shiver. What wouldn't she give to see it? How much longer would he be able to restrain himself after this?
After another minute, she collected herself. Someone might come looking for her soon. The princess hurried out of the room to clean herself up.