The Princess Power-Play, Part 2

=============THE PRINCESS POWER-PLAY, PART TWO OF TWO==============

The Princess's chambers looked nearly as cozy as it did expensive, with golden tassles hanging from the many long strips of cloth draped along the white alabaster-coated walls. Soft pillows of bright reds and oranges lay spread around the exquisitely carpeted room. Several small brass lanterns with smoky incense wafting from them were also hooked onto the panelling, and tall, curved-top windows let a strong night breeze blow gently through the room, pushing the over-hanging fans to sway gently back and forth in a marvel of simple engineering.

The Princess's bed was a large circle of marble, overlaid with several thick layers of purple and dark linen, a thick cotton eiderdown decorated with gold-leaf patterns and symbols carelessly thrown aside. It seemed that the Princess did not often allow her servants to tidy her room for her, for Rey could think of no other reason why it looked so often like a whirlwind had swept through the place. Even her vanity desk was a mess of various pots and little boxes, a strew of fine and rare cosmetics that helped the princess- or rather her servants- to present her fully as the beauty she was.

Such details were incidental, but taken in quickly by Baj's sharp eyes, even in the low evening gloom. He had become the famed sellsword he was because of his sharp eye-sight, and ability to notice details where others did not. Many an ambush had been foiled by his quick wits and alertness, and he had successfully executed a few of his own by preparing for them.

"What do you think, now that we're in a proper setting for it?"

The Princess's words were an ambush he'd been expecting, but no amount of preperation could have steeled him for the sight of her. She wore possibly the most revealing garments he'd ever seen, like thin silk wisps of smoke that floated above her breasts and wrapped around her sinuous torso, flowing delicately down her sides and beautiful rump. These clothes were far too transparent to conceal anything, and glistened with tiny specks of silver-thread, making it look like she wore a piece of the night-sky.

He gulped, his hardness from earlier returning swiftly. Worse, his bulge was much more visible in these light shalwar kameez harem pants. He felt oddly vulnerable before this sultry young girl, despite how frail and small she was compared to his height and bulk.

She undid the tresses on her long hair, letting it fall in waves over her shoulders, jet-black and shiny. How she kept such long hair in such condition was a mystery of her sex, he supposed. Servants and hours with combs and oils, possibly.

But he had little time for such musing, as she swayed closer, her tanned feet bare and padding easily over the soft carpet.

"You should take your sandals off aswell, man-servant. Don't want you dirtying the carpet." she breathed to him, her eyes glowing.

"I should remain outside, Princess. Being inside will draw suspicion from the Eunuchs."

"I have time. Toriq won't be back for a while. I told the Royal Guard to update the eunuchs of your new situation. We have at least two hours...time for me to play with you, man-servant." She giggled. Despite her obvious skill in seduction, she still had a childish temperament, and he tried to convince himself that she was just a child, uninteresting. His body did not agree, however.

"Princess, please. Such games distract me from my duty-"

"Oh? So I distract you, do I, servant?" She batted her eyelashes, and leaned in close, her slender hands running along his bare, muscled arms, nimbly pushing aside his tunic. She felt his muscles heave and tremble as he tried to remain stock-still, oblivious to her provocations. "Is it cold, man-servant, or do I frighten a warrior as strong as you?"

She reached forward, and he took a step back. It was futile resistance, he knew, but he had to control things, if only for himself. Somehow.

She pouted. "Servant, do I really have to chase you?"

"My name is Rey-"

"Oh I know all that!" she snapped, suddenly. "Baj, Rey Baj. Stand still!" She lunged forward, overbalancing as he nimbly dodged her again, and she fell into a pile of plush pillows. She sighed, turning over, and somehow managed to turn her disarray into a pose of the most seductive lounging, leaning effortlessly on the pillow, displaying her toned belly and limber legs, the gauze falling thickly between her thighs and covering her sex.

"Fine, if you wont let me come to you, then you will have to come to me. Come here, servant. You cannot disobey my orders." Her voice wavered between a sultry pout and petulance.

Reluctantly, the warrior came to her side.

"Kneel."

As he did so, her hands darted out, and he did not flinch as she grabbed hold of his thick shoulders. "Now! That's better." She leaned in, slowly, and he kept his breathing calm, as she embraced him, her glistening emerald eyes inches from his face, her pouting, rogued lips brushing across his neck and cheek, before softly locking with his own.

Her kiss was suprisingly gentle, her lips working with his own, her tongue darting forth, tasting of peppermint and rose-water.  Despite himself, he returned the kiss, his arms reluctantly embracing her as well.

She disengaged, her cheeks burning, her eyes brighter than any gem. "You are getting the hang of this at last, toy."
"You have practiced on me for many months, your Highness." he observed wryly. "Perhaps it is you who is getting better."

She blushed, unused to recieving flattery from him and temporarily disarmed. Then she struck again, pushing him back to the floor, her arms wrapped around him, her kisses hungry and greedy, as she ran her fingers along his rough, dark skin.

"I want you to satisfy me, toy. I want all the fun I can have." she breathed, in between passionate kisses.
"My father also mentioned I was to be married soon."

He almost pushed her off in alarm. "Princess-!"

She got up slowly. "Hush, toy. Or Baj, whatever. Tonight might be my last chance to get everything I can, before I'm stuck pleasuring some old fat donkey. You are a toy, I bought you, and you will let me have my fun." She said this with suprising authority, her usual petulance completely gone.

"Princess, you know I cannot do anything with you. You have not asked me for it before, and you were right not to. And I am not a simple toy, either-"

She cut him off brusquely. "Whatever. Look, ah, there's other ways right? I want you to pleasure me. You can jerk yourself off or whatever afterwards, if you like, just do it out the window or something." She muttered nervously, her firm tone slipping.

He sighed, feeling his own iron resolve crumbling. How she could veer from commanding to demure innocent so quickly was confusing, and painfully arousing to him.

He leaned in, kissing her, her eyes startled wide. This was the first time he had ever taken the iniatitive in their "games". He kissed her roughly, his hands effortlessly peeling her night-wear off of her svelte body.  He ran his hands all over her, his mind burning. To hell with professional duty, damnit! She'd teased him and teased him, and by the Gods-

He picked her up effortlessly, and she yelped in suprise. "Ah, servant-" He carried her to the bed, the satisfaction of finally giving vent to every stray thought of the past few months overwhelming him. He dropped her lightly onto the bouncy linens, and she looked up at him, her eyes suddenly knowing and understanding. For someone so sheltered and innocent, she knew how to play the temptress! Any control or restrain he might have felt began to vanish, and he pushed her further back, roughly ripping away her underwear to expose her snatch.

"No, servant! No penetration!" She said, suddenly alarmed. Even she could be punished for not being a virgin on her wedding night. He simply grinned.

"Don't worry."

He lowered his face to her trimmed bush and raised folds. Such a cute, well-tended pussy she had. What servant had the job of trimming that hair, he wondered. Whoever it was, they wouldn't ever get to do this.

He gently began to run his tongue over her folds and clit, causing her to squeal and squirm. "What- what are you doing toy-"

"Sssh." he hushed her, before running his tongue deeper along her edges, feeling the sweet scent of her wetness glisten on his tastebuds and sting his nostrils.  He buried his face still deeper, and her squeals became deeper, longer moans, and her wetness began to gush, sweet ambrosia dousing his thirst for her. No, not dousing or quenching it, but enflaming him still more.

She clung tightly to the satin drapes as he probed her with skill, his tongue circling and teasing her inmost parts, lapping at her clit and pushing deep into her tightest parts. "Ah! Aaaaah!" She cried, her body arching and shuddering as he drank her in, working with greater speed and frenzy.

Finally, her climax building, he felt a sudden gush of fluids flood into his greedy mouth, a strong, pungent taste, but one that was like the sweetest honey to him. Anunit squealed and shrieked in the cutest way as her body buzzed with her first real orgasm, shaking her muscles.

As she lay, panting on the bed, her fluids staining the sheet, Rey checked them carefully. No blood, good. Still a virgin. She looked up at him, dazed on the bed, her nude body gently quivering from the aftershock and the cold air. The sight of her kept his lust completely enflamed, and he felt more alive now than he had in years. How many men could say they had eaten out a Princess? How many men were now gazing down at this confusing beauty, who seemed so vulnerable yet so in command at the same time? Even now, her unspoken control over him was complete. He wanted her, and wanted her badly, but he could not push himself to plunge into her, his shaft ripping away her last defence, and polluting her with his seed.

"I want more, toy. Give me more." She begged.

That was the last reaction he had expected. His pride reared up. He had given her the most thorough tongue-lashing he'd ever given a woman, and still she was unsatisfied? His erection throbbed painfully. It cried out for release.

He needed more.

He flipped her over, causing her to yelp, his hands cupping her peaky, pear-shaped breasts. He cast around, finding a bottle of olive oil by her bedside. No doubt what she used to keep her skin so smooth and soft. He began to pour it generously into his hands, rubbing it over her firm, plump butt, causing her to look at him askance as he began to finger her, both her clit and anus.

"What in the Gods are you doing, toy?" She said, with worried curiosity and obvious arousal.

"There are other places I may penetrate you, Princess. Places that leave no evidence, and noone would ever check." He grinned.

She looked briefly alarmed, but also curious. So far he had certainly given her more pleasure than she'd ever expected. Perhaps she still believed she was controlling him, and giving her exactly what she wanted. Perhaps it was something she wanted, and didn't know it yet. But his enjoyment came uppermost in his mind. He -needed- this, damnit! He'd not been able to masturbate peacefully in weeks, if not months! Her image haunted his brain, and her servants would spy on him.

"I'm going to take it slow, but this will hurt, at first. You don't mind a little pain, do you, your highness?" He asked, provocatively.

She pouted at him. She wasn't going to shy away from him! Anything he could do, she could easily deal with. Or so she thought.

Her eyes widened completely, and she almost bit her tongue to keep from crying out, as he gently began to push his head against her anus. The olive oil was seeping in to her, making her feel weird and gooey, but still the pain of the entry was excruciating.

"Takeitout takeitout takeitout!" She said in a high-pitched whine. It felt like he was trying to force a minaret up there.

"Calm yourself, I have only begun to push with the tip. You will adjust." he said, grinning, but the relief she felt as he slid out was overwhelming, at least untill he pushed in again, this time a little deeper.

"Gods-!" She breathed, her hands squeezing tight on the pillows. Rey's hands began to caress her breasts, trying to soothe her and help focus her mind elsewhere, as he slowly began to press himself deeper and deeper inside of her rear. He poured more olive oil along his shaft and massaged them into her, slapping her glistening ass playfully as he did so.

"Plenty of lubrication, and pretty soon I'll be all the way in." He began to pound her, his shaft spearing in and out, each time shockwaves of pain and suprise flaring through her, but also something else. Her nipples hardened as he began to caress her more roughly. She felt her juices running down-below too, mingling with the olive oil which now stunk powerfully.

All of this was peripheral to Baj, the desire to rut overwhelming. Her ass was soft and full, and even with the lubrication the pressure on him was intense. Every thrust was like a vice around his cock, and the suction as he pulled out was incredible. For a virgin her ass felt amazing. He pounded her harder, feeling his own climax nearing, a surge that would empty him of his frustration.

Overwhelming sensations filled Anunits mind, as the pain began to fade, Rey's penis spearing into her faster and faster, his balls slapping against her taut behind. She moaned, from a place deep inside her. The orgasm building was even better than the one before! She felt a fire raging inside her, the fading agony of penetration being overwhelmed as vibrations rocked through her body.

"Ah...I'm going to...I'm going to..."

"CUM!" he roared, with suprising force, as his own ejaculation exploded inside her. A torrent of his semen blasted inside her, and she felt overwhelmed, crying out in sudden, unexpected pleasure, her whole body shuddering from the force of the combined orgasms. Baj leaned in to her, gasping, the force of his violent climax expending frustrations he had pent up for so long now.

She slid herself off of him, shaking and gasping, before collapsing on the bed, a trail of glistening white liquid staining her sheets.

"That was..." She said, her breathing ragged. "That was fun." She managed, her face dreamy with contentment. "Thank you, toy."

"The name's Rey Baj." He said, with equal exhaustion, slumping down beside her. Gods, what a mess. But somehow, none of it seemed to matter all that much. He looked across, and could see the Princess was drifting into a light doze, her petite tits rising and falling in gentle breathing. Even nude, she seemed to shine in the evening-light, her skin glowing and rosy. Anunit, he thought. She's not just a Princess to me anymore. She's a woman. A woman I've tasted. He grinned. How could he ever tell anyone this story?  How could he ever forget?

His brow furrowed. How could he hide that this had occurred? The sheets would have to be disposed of. He sighed. As comforting as this moment was, lying in bed beside a beautiful young woman and one of the heirs to the throne, he could not allow himself to fall asleep, dreaming of being a prince. Even to the end she had called him toy and servant. He could not forget this aspect of things.

He had to return to his post. Return to duty. To being her guard.

He cleared the sheets away, cleaning himself off with a rag, and stuffed the cum-stained sheets in the bag that had contained her night-wear, and stuffed it under the bed. That would have to do, for now. He readjusted his uniform, turning to look back on the dozing Princess. Even from here she glistened. The starlight on the olive oil, perhaps, or just her inner radiance? She could steal hearts, he knew, but it seemed she was fated, like so many other jewels in this palace, to be given away by her father, to someone else.

If this was all the fun she'd ever have in her life, maybe it wasn't so bad being a toy for a time.

He grinned. If he was truly to join the Royal Guard, chances are he'd be seeing her a lot more. Maybe he would never return to Thyrzah, maybe someday he'd go to the headsman. But for now, she was his Princess, and he her man-servant.

                                                  ===THE END===