Chapter 1: Introduction
The humble Duke sat in his quarters drinking a glass of wine thinking whatever the hell a humble duke thinks of by themselves drinking a glass of wine. Not care or thought in the world at the moment. As he take another sip from his glass the door opened. He heard what sounded like high heels taking steps into his quarters.
He slowly lowered his glass to reveal to his eye sight, little by little, the Princess of that kingdom. He had never actually seen the Princess Lydia before....suffice it to say his penis was not ready for the sight as he lowered his glass little by little to reveal her beauty and one of many well known skimpy dresses she had. He immediately got a throbbing erection that he couldn't ignore it throbbed so much.
He looked up at her, his eyes widening. He swallowed hard, his throat feeling rough. "Your Highness," he croaked out after a few moments of silence. "What brings you here?" His voice was hoarse. "Oh my god, it hurts."
"My dear sweet princess, you seem to have given me an erection and a painful one at that".
The Duke spoke up, swallowing hard. He gulped down some more wine, hoping to ease the tension that swirled around them.
Princess Lydia tilted her head slightly, her emerald green eyes glistening with curiosity. "oh, I'm so sorry?" she said softly, putting her hands to her chest and sounding genuinely upset.
"What should I do", she asked as though she wanted to help but didn't know what to do. "I'm not sure sweet Princess but if the pain gets any worse I may faint".
The Duke gulped nervously.
Lydia nodded earnestly, her eyes scanning the Duke's face. "Is there anything I can do to help you, my lord?" Her tone was soft and compassionate.
The Duke hesitated, his gaze flicking between Lydia's lustrous green eyes and the throbbing erection straining against his pants. "Well, um, perhaps..." He trailed off, his cheeks reddening.
Lydia took a step closer, her scent of lavender and rose wafting enticingly through the air.
"My lord, please tell me how I might assist you." Her voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying the nervous excitement beneath her composed exterior.
The Duke cleared his throat, his eyes locked onto Lydia's shapely form. "Well, I believe that perhaps some physical relief might alleviate this discomfort." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cock growing harder at the mere suggestion of what lay ahead.
Lydia's eyes widened, her heart pounding wildly within her chest.
"Physical relief, my lord?" she repeated, her voice quivering with trepidation yet tinged with unspoken desire.
The Duke swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Yes," he managed to utter, his voice strained and thick with longing. "That seems to be the only solution." His eyes burned intensely, locked onto Lydia's enchanting features.
She hesitated, her delicate fingers nervously twisting together. "And you believe that I could provide such relief, my lord?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"It might dear sweet Princess" he said, "Oh it hurts, please do something quickly".
Lydia stared intently at the Duke, her emerald green eyes filled with concern for his physical discomfort. "I will try my best, my lord," she replied, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "If you would allow me to assist you."
Lydia offered quietly, stepping closer to the Duke. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms sweating. Yet, she felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her body, igniting a spark she hadn't experienced before.
The Duke gazed at Lydia, his erection painfully stiffening even further. "Please," he murmured. "I am grateful for your assistance." He watched her approach him cautiously, her movements hesitant yet determined.
Lydia reached out to touch him gently, her fingertips grazing over his pants near his crotch. The Duke shivered at her touch, his erection twitching in response.
"My lord, I apologize for my boldness," Lydia whispered, her breath ghosting across his skin. "But I must ask - may I unbutton your pants?"
The Duke swallowed hard, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. "Yes," he gasped, his voice hoarse with need.
"Please, do what you must."
The Duke leaned back upon the plush velvet chaise, his eyes locked onto Lydia's lovely face. He felt exposed in a way he had never imagined - yet, the vulnerability awakened new desires within him. He knew he had to trust her implicitly; she was the key to his release.
With shaking hands, Lydia carefully undid the buttons, revealing the Duke's erect cock beneath his silk underwear. It stood proudly, eager for attention. The sight caused her breath to catch in her throat, and she paused, uncertain.
Lydia's fingers trembled as she lightly touched the tip of the Duke's erection peeking out from his undergarments.
Her pulse quickened, and she could feel the heat radiating from his engorged member. He groaned softly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"May I...?" Lydia tentatively asked, reaching toward the Duke's waistband. With a nod, he granted permission, his eyes pleading with her to relieve his torment. She gingerly slid his pants down, revealing his swollen, pulsating length. Her breath caught in her throat.
Gently, she wrapped her hand around the base of the Duke's erect organ, feeling the heat emanating from it. She stroked it tenderly, marveling at its firmness and size. The Duke moaned softly, his breaths becoming increasingly labored.
"I've never done this before," Lydia confessed, her voice low and trembling. "But I want to make you feel better."
Lydia whispered, her voice quavering with uncertainty. "I promise to be gentle with you."
The Duke smiled weakly, his breathing shallow and uneven. "Thank you," he rasped, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Your kindness means everything to me right now."
With a soft sigh, Lydia leaned close, her lips brushing against the Duke's earlobe. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she whispered, her breath hot and intoxicating.
The Duke shuddered, his cock jerking in response to her words. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. Lydia moved closer, her delicate fingers tracing along his shaft. She held him gently, reverently, almost fearfully.
"This feels incredible," the Duke breathed, his grip tightening on the armrests. "But the pain is not subsiding." "I fear this is not enough by dear sweet loving Princess".
The Duke whispered huskily as his breath quickened. "I don't think I can last much longer without relieving myself".
Lydia's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at the Duke's erection, still throbbing in her grasp. "I will do anything to ease your suffering, my lord," she vowed, her voice quivering with determination. "Tell me what you need me to do."
The Duke closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Lydia's delicate fingers wrapped around his hardness.
He ached for release, but he knew they needed to proceed carefully. "Perhaps, my dear Princess, a different approach would bring some relief," he suggested, his voice hoarse and desperate.
Lydia gazed at him, her emerald green eyes full of concern. "Anything, my lord," she replied, her voice soft and soothing. "Please guide me."
The Duke swallowed hard, his heart pounding madly in his chest. "There is only one thing left for us to try," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
"And that is for you to take me inside you."
Lydia's eyes widened. "But...my lord," she stammered, her voice shaking. "I'm a virgin...."
"OOOHH GOOD IT HURRTS!!" the very mention that she was still a virgin and looked like this made it hurt more.
..but oh God yes" he moaned. She had a look of pure innocence on her face. The Duke gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire. "Are you certain, my dear Princess?" he asked, his voice hoarse and pleading. "You must understand what we are about to embark upon."
Lydia hesitated, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "I trust you, my lord," she replied, her voice quavering slightly.
"I know that you would never harm me in any way."
The Duke sighed deeply, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Very well, my dear Princess," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Let us begin our journey together."
Lydia hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "How do we proceed?" she asked, her voice trembling. But she started climbing on the duke right there were he sat.
But she climbed on top of him, straddling him, his big dick already starting to push its way inside her tight wet pussy. She gave a small scream and arched her back, trying to escape the pain as he pushed his dick deeper inside her.
"AHHh!!! OOohhh," she screamed as he kept pushing his cock inside her, stretching her out until finally, he bottomed out, balls deep inside her. She laid on top of him catching her breath. His cock throbbed inside her, filling her up completely.
She gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The Duke gently caressed her hips, guiding her to move her body atop him. She rocked slowly, both of them moaning softly as they adjusted to the intrusion.
"Oh, my lord," Lydia whimpered, her voice quavering slightly. "This feels so strange...so intense."
The Duke watched Lydia's exquisite facial expressions as she rode him, her eyes half-closed, biting her lower lip. He admired her natural beauty and confidence. She had such grace and poise, especially under such extreme circumstances. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, nipples hard and erect. The Duke's mouth watered, imagining himself sucking them, teasing her sensitive flesh.
Lydia cried out softly, grinding herself atop the Duke. "Mmm, ah, ooohhhhh!" she groaned, her muscles clenching tightly around his cock.