Chapter 3: Building Tension
I lay in bed, as my wife sleeps all I can think about is having sex, it’s like I didn’t just cum even though I did. I need a thrill. Then I realize I need some fresh air and put on a some night clothes and begin walking through the palace toward the higher floors so I can go to the terrace.
The moonlight bathes the marble hallways in silver, casting long shadows from the grand chandeliers that hang overhead. As I ascend the winding staircase, I can't help but marvel at the sheer opulence of the royal residence. Each room contains priceless pieces of art—paintings, sculptures, and tapestries—all meticulously curated over centuries.
As I reach the highest level, I exit onto the vast terrace overlooking the sprawling landscape beyond the castle walls. The cool breeze carries the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens below, and the stars twinkle brightly overhead.
I decide to sit down on one of the stone benches scattered across the terrace, resting my elbows on my knees as I gaze out into the darkness. As I do, I notice a flickering light coming from one of the windows near the far end of the hall. My curiosity piqued, I decide to investigate.
Approaching the window, I peek inside, seeing a lit candle on a small table. A moment later, a shadow appears, the fluttering flame casting a dancing silhouette against the glass. I can't quite make out the figure, but it seems to be a woman, perhaps a servant.
As I approach the window, I hear a soft whimper, followed by a low, guttural growl. A feeling of unease spreads through me, and I cautiously crack open the window just enough to peer inside. What I see sends a wave of shock coursing through my veins.
Two female servants stand locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined like serpents seeking dominance. Their mouths devour each other, teeth grazing, tongues probing, as they explore the depths of their shared hunger.
“Prince Theo looked so hot at dinner,” one of them says as she licks the other woman’s breasts.
“You know I only have eyes for other girls,” She says moaning while the one who has a crush on me sucks her nipple.
I accidentally make a noise and I startle the two. They quickly dress and get back to work. One of them goes away and into the halls and the other steps onto the terrace where I am.
"Hey," she says nervously, "you saw us... uh, yeah."
"Yeah," I reply, looking her up and down. She's cute and petite, and she must be able to suck cock real good if she's into chicks. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you," she says, relief washing over her face.
“And I heard you too. I looked hot at dinner,” I say, repeating her words about me.
She blushes and looks away, not meeting my gaze. “Oh, um, we were just fooling around,” she mumbles awkwardly.
I nod, not buying her lame excuse. “Whatever, it’s fine,” I assure her, I walk toward her and lift her chin so she looks me in the eye.
I see a fire in her eyes, one that tells me she’ll do anything for me.
“What about Lady Mar,” she asks.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
"My name's Ella," she replies hesitantly, biting her lip.
"Ella," I repeat, tasting the name on my tongue. "Interesting. So, Ella, what about Lady Mar?"
“I doubt she’d approve of us standing this close in the dark,” Ella says.
I chuckle. “She wouldn’t approve of this either,” I say as I kiss Ella. My tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
I pull her hair back and look at her. I grab her top and rip it downward, exposing her tits. She responds with a coquettish smile and bites her lip seductively.
I hold her head back as I contemplate fucking her. I’ve been cheating on my wife the entire time we’ve been married, but I’ve always used the excuse that I’m away. This time I’m atop the building she’s sleeping in.
I grab Ella’s tit with my other hand, keeping her held by her hair. “Do you have limits?” I ask.
“You’re the prince, your highness. You can do whatever you fucking want to me,” she replies.
I spit in her mouth then slap her large breasts.
Ella doesn't resist, she opens her mouth wider for me. As I force her to her knees, my grip on her hair tight. She takes her hands and pulls my night pants down, my cock rising to meet her gaze.
"Lick my nuts, bitch," I growl, grabbing the back of her head and jamming my throbbing cock into her waiting mouth. She sucks me hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my shaft.
I grab either side of her face and mercilessly pound her head back and forth.
"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" I taunt her, watching her struggle to catch her breath amid my relentless assault. Her eyes widen with lust, and she reaches up to claw at my thighs, eager for more. "That's right," I growl, "you love it, don't you?"
Ella nods eagerly, her saliva dripping down her chin.
She bobs her head up and down, sucking me deeper into her throat. I run my hand through her tangled locks, guiding her movements, ensuring she keeps my cock wet and slippery. My heart races, and my cock throbs relentlessly. I grit my teeth, desperate to control my growing urges.
"Stand up," I demand, jerking her upward. Ella scrambles to her feet, her nipples erect. I pinch them gently, savoring the soft whimpering sounds escaping her parted lips.
I keep hold of her hair and slap her face. “Slut!”
“Use me!” She begs.
I spin her around and lift her skirts so I can pull her underpants down. I force her to bend over the railing, we’re five stories high. I kick her feet apart, spreading her legs then I spit in my hand and rub her pussy, she’s already wet, I hold her pussy lips open and slide my dick in her.
Ella groans loudly, her back arches and she pushes against me. “Fuck me,” she says, panting heavily. She bends over further, offering herself to me. I grab her hips and fuck her hard.
“This should teach you sluts not to play games with me,” I growl. “You think you can fuck around on my property without me knowing? I own this fucking place.” I thrust harder, pounding her pussy and hearing her cries echo across the night sky.
Ella grips the railings tightly, her knuckles white from the strain. Her juices drip from my cock, leaving a trail of moisture behind. My balls slap against her ass, creating a rhythmic, hypnotic beat.
"Please," she panted, "I can't take much more of this."
"You're gonna take it," I grunted, squeezing her breast tightly. "You're going to scream my name, aren't you?"
Ella nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear and desire.
"Yes, yes, please..." she gasped, struggling to find the words. "I need... more..."
I gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts becoming increasingly brutal. "You like that, don't you?" I sneered, my voice thick with lust. "You filthy little slut."
Ella cried out, her voice echoing across the empty courtyard below. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes!" she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably.
She cums on my cock, her pussy tightening around me and I hold my orgasm until she finishes. But immediately after she comes down from her orgasm, I pull out and force her to her knees. I stroke and cum all over her glorious tits.
The sensation of my seed coating her skin excites me even more. Ella's eyes shine with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Prince Theo," she whispers reverently, "I never imagined..."
"Imagine nothing," I interrupt sternly, my tone cold. "Remember who you are speaking to. And who you belong to."
Ella lowers her gaze submissively, her features crumbling into an apologetic grimace. "Yes, your highness," she murmurs humbly.
“Lick my cum off your breasts,” I order.
Ella obeys, her tongue darting out to lick the sticky fluid from her cleavage. Watching her clean herself, I feel a surge of power course through me. As the moon hangs low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the palace grounds, I can't help but revel in my dominion over this beautiful maidservant.
"Your highness," Ella whispers, her voice quivering slightly, "May I ask something of you?"
"Ask away," I reply, enjoying the feeling of absolute control over her fate.
Ella hesitates, her eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit terrace. She chews her lower lip, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely audible. "Could you, uh, maybe show me how to improve my swordsmanship?"
"Why?" I prod, curious about her request. "Is there someone you wish to impress?"
Ella shakes her head vehemently, her eyes flashing defiantly. "No, no," she insists, "I just want to learn a useful skill.”
“Sure, it will give us an excuse to meet. You’re to be in the sparring arena at noon in three days time, that’s when I resume my practices,” I tell her.