Chapter 5: Rising Action
The whole court was abuzz with excitement, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the mysterious Cinderella.
Meanwhile, Jasmine stood beside the queen, watching the crowd as they entered the ballroom. She noticed the queen's eyes flicker towards the prince, a look of jealousy flashing across her face.
"My queen," Jasmine said softly, breaking the silence. "I hear that the prince has been searching for his true love. Do you think she will come tonight?"
The queen's eyes narrowed, and she gave Jasmine a cold stare. "I don't know and I don't care. The prince is a fool for thinking he can find true love through some fairy tale romance."
Jasmine frowned, but said nothing. She knew that the queen was jealous of the prince's search for true love. The Queen had been a widow for years and had grown cold to the thought of love in her loneliness. but Jasmine knew that the prince was on the right track, and maybe, she had helped him along the way a little bit more than necessary. The memory caused her to flush with a heat that she was unaccustomed to due to the extra layers of clothing from her bandit costume.
She glanced at the prince, who was deep in conversation with a group of noblemen. He was so handsome, so kind, and so passionate. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire for him, even after their night of passion.
Jasmine fanned herself, feeling a sudden warmth spread through her body. It had been a long time since she had felt such desire, such longing. She had always been a free spirit, traveling from place to place, never settling down. But something about the prince had drawn her in, made her want to stay by his side.
She sighed, watching as he laughed with his friends. He was so carefree, so unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. Jasmine knew that there were those who would stop at nothing to see him fail, to see the kingdom fall into chaos. She had seen it before, in her own land.
Power-hungry men and women, eager to seize control and bend the world to their will. And she knew that the prince was not immune to their schemes. He was naive, blinded by his own optimism and his desire for true love.
Jasmine glanced at the queen again, her eyes locked on the prince. She knew that the queen was one of those who would stop at nothing to see him fail. She had seen the way the queen looked at him, with a mixture of envy and contempt.
Jasmine knew that the queen had been monitoring the prince's movements closely, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She also knew that the queen was not above using any means necessary to ensure her own power remained intact.
Jasmine, however, had other plans. She decided to use the queen's own jealousy against her, hoping to disrupt her plans and give the prince a fighting chance.
"My queen," Jasmine began, lowering her voice to a whisper as she approached the throne. "I have something important to tell you."
The queen raised an eyebrow, not looking away from the prince who was still engrossed in conversation with a group of nobles. "What is it, Jasmine?"
Jasmine took a deep breath, summoning up the courage to reveal the truth. "I... I had a...a liaison with the prince last night," Jasmine said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The queen's eyes widened, but she didn't look away from the prince. "Oh, do you also seek to ascend to my thrown?" she asked, her voice cold and calculating.
Jasmine shook her head. "No, my queen. It was a one-time thing. He needed release and I was happy to aid him." Jasmine sensed the queen's frigid exterior soften. rumors of the princes recent sexual exploits were spreading widely and she could tell the queen hadn't been touched in a pleasurable way for quite some time, so she decided to elaborate in an effort to make the queen unable to focus on her plots.
"It was intense, my queen," Jasmine whispered huskily, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the sensation of the prince's thick cock bursting inside her. "His endurance is unmatched. He can go on for hours." She bit her lip, letting out a low moan as she allowed her imagination to take her back to that incredible experience. "I haven't felt that in years."
The queen's eyes flashed with jealousy, but Jasmine's goal was achieved.
"My dear, I'm glad my son has made your visit to my kingdom memorable, but if you'll excuse me should find a costume too. It wouldn't do for the queen to defy the dress code." the Queens said as she left jasmines side.
In her bed chambers, the queen was busy preparing her own disguise. She donned a simple peasant dress, a mask, and a pair of old, worn shoes. She had even gone so far as to dirty her hair and roughen her skin to appear more authentic.
Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she slipped out of the palace, blending in with the crowd of peasants who were making their way to the ball.
She didn't have to wait long before she found the prince. He was standing alone, deep in thought, lost in his own world.
The queen approached him, feigning a shy demeanor. "Excuse me, sir," she said timidly, bowing her head slightly. "I couldn't help but notice you were standing alone.
Would you like to dance?" the queen asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
The prince was taken aback by the peasant's boldness, but perhaps it was the boldness of his love returning to him. He nodded, offering her his hand. "Sure, I'd love to," he said, leading her to the dance floor.
As they danced, the queen pressed her body against the prince, grinding her hips suggestively. He could feel her ample breasts pressing against his chest, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress.
As they swayed to the music, the queen whispered lewd, obscene comments into his ear, her voice dripping with desire.
"Mmm, you're such a big, strong man," she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. "I bet you could lift me up and fuck me right here against the wall."
The prince was shocked by the forward nature of this peasant. he swallowed hard and looked her in the eye. "I appreciate that you don't play games, but I must confess I am here looking from my one true love." the prince said apologetically.
"But my prince, I know you can not recognize me with this disguise but it is I, Cinderella, the one you have been searching for." The queen lied taking advantage of the princes naivete.
The prince, however, was not as gullible as she had hoped. He knew that Cinderella was not one to play such games, and he suspected that something was amiss.
Despite his doubts, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards this mysterious peasant woman. She was beautiful, confident, and assertive and even though he had his doubts he resolved to put her to the test.
"Very well, my lady," he said, his voice low and seductive. "If you are truly Cinderella, then prove it to me."
The queen's heart skipped a beat as she realized that her plan had backfired. She had not expected the prince to challenge her like this, and she was caught off guard.
But she was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came retaining her power.
With a devious gleam in her eye, the queen whispered, "Alright, my prince. If you want proof, then you'll have to follow me to a small, secluded garden behind the palace."
"But my lady," the prince protested, "the garden is strictly off-limits to guests and the guards will surely stop us."
"Trust me, my prince," the queen purred. "I know a way to get past them without raising a suspicion."
As the queen led the prince through the winding corridors of the palace, he could feel his senses heightening.
The sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears as he followed her, half-anticipating, half-dreading what was to come.
The queen's hips swung sensuously as she walked, her full ass displayed enticingly through the thin fabric of her peasant dress. The prince couldn't help but notice the way her body moved, the way her curves bounced with each step she took.
He swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind, but it was no use. His cock was already stirring, growing harder with each passing moment. He was at the limit of his restraint, the tension Jasmine had helped him with before had returned and he resolved to give this peasant what she was asking for.
After all, he had nothing to lose.
As they arrived at the secluded garden, the prince seized the moment and pinned the queen against the nearest wall. His lips brushed against hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. He could feel her body trembling with anticipation, her breath hot and heavy on his face.
He grabbed the hem of her peasant dress and yanked it up, exposing her bare, shaven pussy to the night air. She was soaking wet, her juices dripping down her thighs.
The prince's cock was rock-hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
He grabbed her thighs and hoisted them up, wrapping them around his waist as he ground his cock against her slick entrance.
"Fuck me," the queen begged, her voice ragged and breathless. "Please, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."
The prince didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside her to the hilt.
The queen cried out, her hand instinctively clawing at the wall behind her as he filled her up. The prince pumped her hard and fast, slamming his hips against her ass as she squealed with pleasure.
He whispered filthy words in her ear, asking if she liked his thick cock filling her up. The queen's eyes rolled back in her head as she composed herself to respond. "Yes, yes, I love it," she panted, her voice raspy from desire.
"Fuck me harder, prince. Give me every inch of that big cock."
The prince grunted in response, driving his hips forward with even more force. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, pulsing with pleasure as he pounded into her hard.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. "You like it rough, whore?"
The queen moaned, her legs trembling with the intensity of the prince's thrusts as the force of the impacts bounced the mask off revealing the queens face.
The prince froze, his cock still buried deep inside her as he looked down at the woman beneath him. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"My prince," the queen panted, her voice strained with pleasure. "Don't stop now. You're so close."
The prince tried to pull out but queen backed against him driving him deeper and over the edge. his hips shot forward to meet the queens and he gave her what she had truly been after, an heir to thrown.
Meanwhile, Jasmine was standing near the entrance of the palace garden, hidden by the shadows. She had consulted with the palace guards and learned that the queen had been trying to take advantage of the prince, but her actions revealed her true intentions to everyone in attendance.
As the Queen and Prince crashed into the bushes, Jasmine felt a new sense of purpose. She would ensure that the prince found his true love, even if she had to guide him every step of the way.
The prince pulled out of the queen, his cock slick with her juices. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with disgust and anger.
"How could you do this?" he spat. "How could you betray me like this?"
The queen opened her mouth to speak, but the prince didn't give her a chance. He called for the guards, his voice loud and commanding.
"Guards! Seize my stepmother! She has betrayed me, and she must be punished!"
The guards rushed forward, their faces grim as they grabbed the queen by the arms. She struggled against them, trying to escape, but it was no use.
"No, please!" she cried. "I'm your mother! I'm the queen! You can't do this to me!"
But the prince was unmoved. "You are no mother of mine," he said coldly.
"A true mother would never do what you have done."
The queen tried to speak, but her voice was choked with sobs. She knew she had been defeated. She had let her own jealousy and ambition cloud her judgment, and now she was paying the price.
The guards dragged the queen away, her cries echoing in the prince's ears as he watched her go. He felt a deep sense of sadness wash over him, but he knew that he had made the right decision.
Jasmine approached him, a look of concern etched on her face.
"Prince Charming, are you alright?" she asked, her voice gentle and soothing.
The prince looked up at her, his eyes glazed with sadness. "No, Jasmine," he replied, his voice heavy with emotion. "I am not alright. My own mother, my own flesh and blood, tried to betray me."
Jasmine took a deep breath, her mind racing to find the right words to say. "I know it's hard, my prince," she said softly. "But you have the strength to get through this. I have aided you once and I beg you to trust me again.
I have the aid of a genie who is coming in a caravan from my kingdom and with his help I will find your love. rejoice, you will be with her soon and if you should need release while we wait for him to arrive I will be happy to aid you there too.