Love, Forbidden

Sheets turned down… hearth lit. Hmmm… what else might a prince need after a hard day’s hunt?

Winter is sure to settle in any day now. I ought to bring extra linens to the prince’s chambers so the room doesn’t get a chill.

I walk across the large, ornate bedroom, passing between the four poster bed.

The view from this window is my favorite throughout the entire castle. From here I can see straight across the grounds to the stables where he ought to soon arrive.

I’ve not seen him in a few days and the separation has nearly killed me. No one knows the special bond the prince and I share. The nights of solicitous embrace, hidden from the eyes of the rest of the royal court…

The things that man has done to me… I’d surely be punished were anyone ever to find out that a lowly servant was the object of the prince’s affections.

For now and ever more, it’s simply our little secret.

It’s getting dark out there with all of those clouds…if he doesn’t return soon, he’s sure to be soaked when he gets in.

Ah, there he is. He and that white mare gallop towards the castle out of the forest.

He’s usually dressed in his royal robes, but it appears today he’s chosen a simple linen shirt and trousers.

He disappears into the stables and I know I’ll be seeing him shortly.

“Your Highness…”

He’s drenched and dripping everywhere. I suddenly remember myself and curtsy deeply.

He walks to me, grinning, and quickly envelops me in a wet embrace as he leans down and kisses me.

“Away from me, you’re soaked!”

“Yes, well, a relaxing ride turned into rather a brisk, and dare I say, wet, return to the castle.”

“I’ve stoked the fire for you. And turned down the bed…”

I wag my eyebrows at him and kiss him again.

“Mm, wonderful, thank you. I must get out of these wet clothes.”

“Let me assist you, m’lord.”

“Oh, don’t call me that. You know I despise it.”

He smells like rain as I stand before him. I move my hands slowly to the front of his shirt and undo the tassels one by one, little by little, revealing more and more of him. The shirt falls open and exposes his chest.

In the firelight, flames dance across his skin. He turns so that I can take the shirt off his back.

I reach up to his collar and peel it away from his skin. I let my fingers trail down his back as I remove the shirt.

I can’t help but to wonder what might happen if someone were to catch us. I’d surely be tossed out into the street… out of a job and penniless again. I like to think he wouldn’t let such a thing happen to me.

He turns around and wraps his arms around me once more, like he’s unable to keep them off me.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you.”

“And I you. It’s been awful serving all of the high-born ladies vying for your hand in marriage. They talk about you ceaselessly…”

“That must be difficult for you.”

“You have no idea.”

Without taking my eyes from his, I reach down to the waistband of his trousers and slowly undo the tie around his waist. His trousers drop to the floor and he steps out of them.

It’s dangerous for us to be together so soon after night has fallen. He could be visited at any moment by any number of noblemen requesting his attention, or by members of the royal family, or… no. I must not allow myself to waste our precious time together with worries.

His mouth devours mine again and I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hand presses against the small of my back and draws me in, closer.

“Quit thinking about those high-born countesses and what not. I can tell they’ve infected your thoughts.”

I kiss him once more, deeper this time, and press my body against him, I’m suddenly insatiable for his touch.

His fingers dig into my back in response, pulling me close to him as his tongue massages mine and his teeth nibble at my lips.

“I only wish I could be one of them. Just so that we would not have to meet like this, under cover of darkness…so I could truly be yours for everyone to see….”

“That’s all I want, too…”

The longing built up between us is palpable. Our hands pull and press at one another with the urgency of lust and need.

I push my fingers into his wet, thick hair and his hands fumble at the back of my dress, undoing the ties before pulling it effortlessly from my body.

I tear off my undergarments and he stops to regard me for a moment. He drinks in the sight of me bare and unclothed before him. His eyes linger on my breasts and slide down to my hips, and an undeniable rush of warm desire tickles between my legs…

I reach for his cock and wrap my hand around its base. It grows thick and tall as I stroke my thumb across it.

“You like that, do you? Better than the gold trinkets and pleasantries the others offer you?”

“Oh… yes…”

Suddenly, his hands are around my waist and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his middle and he walks us back to the bed.

“The others offer me nothing in comparison to you.”

My cheeks burn and I take his cock in my hand again. I stroke him with long, slow pulls as his mouth dips down to my breasts. He takes each nipple between his teeth and teases them with his tongue.

I love hearing him moan. It makes me so wet to hear his pleasure.

His lips meet mine in another hard, desperate embrace. His fingers trail down my side, feather-light, and he squeezes my upper thigh.

I want him so badly.

He straightens up and looks at me for a moment. His face is the picture of adoration and desire.

He looks like he wants to know every part of me, and I want him to.

He picks up one of my legs gently and presses the flat of my foot to his mouth. He kisses me lightly, like tiny brushstrokes from my ankle, to my knee, and all the way to the inside of my thighs…

As he approaches the space between my legs, I can’t help but writhe in anticipation.

His fingers dance at my entrance, just barely teasing me apart.

“You are exquisite…”

Oh my god, I want more. I want all of him, right now.

He plunges two fingers between my folds and pets my most sensitive area with expert strokes. He watches me as my face contorts and my body trembles with pleasure.

“Oh… oh, yes, yes… there… there…”

He moves his fingers rhythmically, sliding them down to my entrance swirling my wetness around.

I feel like he’s everywhere, not just with his fingers inside me, but his fingers dancing across my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. Oh god, it’s intoxicating…

His touch goes from achingly slow to a steady, hypnotic rhythm. He’s building up my pleasure…but… oh, I can’t take any more! I must have him inside me…

I think he senses my need for him and quickly grants me what my body is yearning for.

He hovers over me, teasing my opening with his cock. He looks deep into my eyes as he pushes into me.

He buries his face into my neck, his kisses becoming more frantic and his teeth grazing my skin.

His hands find mine and he raises my arms above my head as he thrusts faster, harder into me.

I grind my body hard up against his. Oh god… I can’t hold back the pleasure.

It feels so good.

Oh god… oh god…

His body shudders against mine before collapsing, spent, next to me.

We both lie naked and silent for a moment, warmed by the glow of the fire.

I wonder for a moment what happens now. There is no play for us to be together in this world, but the connection between us is undeniable… and the sex, the intense, passionate, intimate sex… no one else can offer him that.