Pregnant! By the Prince (5 page)

His voice in this tense time was oddly soothing to me.

"Beatrice, worry not. I will take care of you - and treat you like the Queen I think I desire you to be."

The mention of Queen caused me to raise an eyebrow, but in the awkwardness of the situation, I had failed to notice his hand had moved inside my pants, and outside of my panties. Any thoughts of the future were pushed aside for the present, the feeling of him pressing delicately onto my nub. The shock caused me to coo ever so lightly, and he kept that energy building as he massaged me.

I'd often been accused of over-thinking things, but I overcame it. I let my mind be dominated by thoughts of him and what he was doing to me. Raising my legs to assist him in completely relieving of my pants, leaving me almost completely naked in front of him.

With his hand in my panties, though, it was merely a technicality.

He kept up the delicate worship, and leaned in. Face to face once more, the kiss proved a sweet, yet passionate contrast to the utterly sinful things his fingers were doing to me. Sliding into my nether lips, teasing the barrier that wouldn't let him entirely penetrate me.

Purring for him, I would have welcomed him simply fingering me to ecstasy. Alas, that was not to be.

He stood, and began to undo his buttoned shirt. Slowly but very surely, he began to show me his chest. Firm, with defined muscles. He was a prince, yes, but he never let his position to allow him to succumb to the downfalls of avarice.

I wanted to sit up and rub my hand across his chest, but he stopped me, wanting me to stay right where I am. He pulled off his belt with one expert motion, allowing his pants to drop down  his legs. His socks and shoes were discarded hastily.

Even though his boxer briefs, I could see him quite hard for me. It pulsed within the underwear. In spite of the organ stretching it, he relieved himself of them, leaving the body of an adonis before me.

As far as first times go, I could have done worse. In fact, I don't think I could have possibly done better than him.

The heat of his body was swiftly on top of me with another kiss. He resumed his dedicated worship of my form by a rain of kisses, inspiring every bit of my flesh to come alive. He reached my still covered pussy, and began to pull back the cotton.

Worry hit me again. He was so perfect - absolutely perfect.

What if I wasn't for him? What if he thought I looked weird down there, something he couldn't notice with his fingers? Or if he saw my naked body in its entirety, he'd realize that I wasn't worthy of royalty's standards.

Instead, as he tossed it to wherever with all of our other clothes, his smile didn't change. It simply lowered to the the last spot of my fear, and suckled on my clit.

The shock was even more intense than his fingers. I sat up in a wonderful suddenness, grabbing his head again.

His tongue was as skillful as his fingers. He penetrated me enough to give me quite the preview of what was about to come. He licked around my nether lips, making every sensitive part of me would enjoy him.  Another suck on the clit, just to drive the point home.

Leon continued to tease me, drive my desire up for him even more. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my body let the sensations run wild. My back arched, anticipating something far stronger than my fingers would ever be able to do.

Heart throbbing I was ready, welcoming the sudden tidal wave of ecstasy to come washing over me. My fair prince, though, didn't want that - not just yet. "Knew you'd love that Beatrice."

"Please - please finish," I urged him, nodding like a madwoman.

"Oh, but the longer we wait, the greater it will be. My royal decree is you can come when I do - so that our souls come together in the most wonderful of ways."

He climbed on top of me, and left me with another sweet kiss. His hand stroked my back, our eyes meeting.

"I apologize, Elise, for not having a condom ready. Teya would have my head."

"It's okay," I said, not the most rational of beings at the moment.

"Are you on some other sort of contraception? I am well in control of myself, and I could pull out just fine - although I'm sure it would subtract from both of our slices of heaven."

I swallowed, my eyes closed. I wasn't. I figured no sane girl would allow a hookup to fuck her bareback even if she was on the pill. So I figured it was a needless trouble.

Leon, though, wasn't just some random hookup. His eyes - they were so sincere. I could trust him, he'd pull out if I asked him to. The reasonable thing for me to do, of course, was to ask him to do so.

Something inside me wasn't reasonable. "It's okay. I'm safe." I gulped as I lied.

Was it actually love? Was I infatuated with him that much?

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

I shouldn't lie. Relationships, if I could have called this one, are supposed to be built on trust. "I want you," I said. "All of you. It's my first time, and I want it to be everything."

He halted, his eyes closed. I'd never seen him so uncertain in the short time I've known him, confidence being what seemed to dominate him so much. "If it my wish and yours, I suppose I shouldn't deny it."

Leon's body slid across mine. Our bodies were hot and sweaty from the sheer passion between us. I felt his throbbing member slick against my slit, still aching and needing for greater passion.

He slid a finger against my tender nub, which remembered what he was doing merely moments ago to it. Leon's eyes stayed locked with my own, as I felt the tip of him enter me. Slowly but surely, he enveloped himself, running into the barrier that prevented a clean entrance. His hand ran down my hair, keeping his touch gentle, and finally taking my hand.

A tear, a sudden jolt of pain which was hell itself compared to the greatness of everything I had felt so far. Something trickled inside of me, and fear was quick to return. He never dropped his gaze, a comfortable, affirming eye that everything would be perfectly alright.

It was. The pain was temporary, and soon all I felt was the joy of his girth inside me, filling me so whole.  Leon waited for all discomfort to leave my face before resuming. He was slow at first, letting me joyfully get used to his mighty girth inside me, pulling out of me and coming back in. Every penetration brought with it a surge of delight inside me, building on something so much better and sweet.

Leon pushed back my hair and smiled - and I did the same right back.

He took it as a cue to start to fuck me at a greater pace, but still steady. His free hand went between us and nursed the clit that wanted so much more of him, making sure I was aching and needing of what he could offer me.

I moaned and cooed for him, it was truly something special. I had only known my own hand, but there was something else about this moment. If I had just gone to Switzerland, and got a random hookup, I had doubts it would have been this tender or this good.

Something greater was with me at that moment. A connection, soul for soul as we enjoyed one another. My pain gone, I bucked into him to make the penetrations fiercer. I grabbed his neck, my legs wrapping around him. I wanted more of him - I wanted him closer.

He desired the same - it was something I realized instinctively. Harder still he fucked me, desiring to have me wholly. The prelude to an orgasm struck me - but I knew it was going to be something fiercer and stronger than anything I'd felt before in my life.

In my thighs, they struggled to keep their grip on him, no matter how much they wanted to keep him there. The rub on my clit only grew more rapid, matching the pace of his cock invading my slit with every move. The electricity was gathering together inside of me.

Even Leon was struggling with hit. He panted, but there was always a warm smile there underneath it. My moans grew louder, but he didn't stop himself, leaning in more, kissing me with a full tongue. It contained my sounds, but it didn't contain the sensations.

I couldn't hold on anymore. I screamed into his mouth while enjoying the closeness of us together. He failed to contain it, though, letting my mouth free to sing his praises loud and clear. Orgasm hit me like a great tsunami, shaking me head to toe.

He kept rubbing my clit, making these wonderful and great sensations continue to shake through my body. Even that stopped though.

Leon's teeth gritted as I sensed he was enjoying everything that I had enjoyed at that very moment. The thunderous feeling of heaven taking him.

He confirmed his suspicions. A surge of hot come shot out of his cockhead, every blast building on the last, sending my own ecstasy even higher. It was a warm, comforting - yet sinful - feeling inside of me.

My eyes closed as I briefly thought of what may happen. His seed finding its way within. Common sense screaming at me, but my heart wanting this encounter to be something even more than mind blowing. Something to tie me forever to my prince.

With a raging war inside me, I didn't want to decide - so the decision would simply be handed off to Mother Nature.

He groaned, and I felt a bit more fill me. Enough that it was too much for one woman to contain and it began to lick out of me, around his cock. Dropping onto my thigh.

When his journey to ecstasy was over, Leon smiled warmly, and removed his cock from me. Seeing some of it escape, he pushed it back inside of me. Was he aware of what could happen too? He did see that I was a virgin - did he sense that I was lying about it being perfectly okay to come inside of me?

Did he want something to tie me to him as much as I did?

He plopped down on the bed beside me. "You were wonderful, Beatrice. It's an old Dolotovyan proverb, that when you find someone who can take you to heaven regularly, they are the one for you."

I laughed, exhausted. "You have proverbs about sex in this prudish place?"

He pulled me into his warm embrace. "Beneath the surface, everyone's a bit dirty. Even Dolotovyans. Even virgins. I am sure you desire something more dirty next time. As sweet and blissful as that was, I want to show you more, Beatrice."

"Next time? Yeah, I'd like that." I grinned, wondering what on earth he could possibly mean.

"Next time, certainly." He cleared his throat, and even facing away from me, I could sense nervousness inside of him. "Do you still hold it so crazy that perhaps I'd like to have you as my queen?"

The nervousness was contagious as it spread to me. "I'm no queen. Really." I had just fucked a prince. It was something out of a fairy tale - a very dirty fairy tale, granted.

"I can take whomever I choose. You are with me for quite a few more days, are you not?"

I gulped. If something's too good to be true, it probably is. "Yes, I am. Until that plane can take me back to London."

"Perhaps you'd like to stay here with me instead? Or maybe I could come with you on your world travels? Call it researching ideas on how to bring our country into the twenty first century."

"You really think I'm worthy of being a partner in running a country?"

"Beatrice, you hold good spirit. A desire to bring joy to others. An artist wants to share the human experience, and their understanding. You're the kind of pure woman a King needs by his side. The kind of woman I want to turn to in my tough times for comfort, the woman who I want to be the mother to my children."

I was silent for a time. "A child, what you need to get the throne." My mind was searching for something wrong with him. Did the child he required to become king even need to be legitimate? It wasn't as if I was well versed in Dolotovyan law. Could he be simply using me, hoping I would let him knock me up so he could attain power?

He pulled me closer, his grip on me so tight, yet gentle at the same time. It was so hard to think of him as that, just another cutthroat politician like I had back home.

"Leon Zukho Triskov!" A voice screeched, not either of ours.

Leon shot to sitting me still in his arms, looking over to the open door of the room.

Nadya. The elderly woman eyes were filled with fury, her arms crossed. Betraying her apparent weight, she stomped over to the bed, glaring death through her eyes at us both. "Sodomy! This is sodomy Leon!"

"Teya, it is the modern era," Leon said. He released me, leaving me with a sheet, taking a blanket to cover himself before his aunt. "Sodomy is an archaic term."

"Elsewhere in this sin cursed world, Leon. Do you want to be held unfit to continue the Triskov dynasty? Let his be the end of nearly a thousand years of rule?"

"Teya, the law is unenforceable. The parliament cannot hold me responsible for what I choose to do in the privacy of my own home." Leon was trying to keep calm. He seemed perfectly used to standing up to his furious aunt.

"You've been corrupted by the outside world, Leon. This harlot is furthering it!"

"Excuse me?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"You heard me. Girls like you fell empires, just like you're trying to do now!"

"Teya, don't talk to Beatrice like that."

"I'll talk to the hussy however I want."

"You've never been out of the country, have you?" I responded, irritated at the accusations.

"Nadya! Silence!" Leon's voice was high and furious. "You ever consider I perhaps wish to make Beatrice my wife - my queen?"