mar mar lobotomy

(NSFW-CNC-WLM)

THE princess, only daughter to the king, was next in line for the throne. She was beautiful and poise. Life in the castle was cold and demanding. There was always something going on and at the end of the busy day, when it was time to return to her bedchamber, the princess was simply relieved.

She entered her bedchambers and sent her maids away. She glanced at herself in the body length mirror that occupied one of the walls of her chamber. Her indescribable beauty was a popular topic around court; those of which she disregarded.

She began to unlace the back of her dress. She slid off the sleeves and eased herself out of the elegant piece, leaving nothing left to cover her body. She glanced into the mirror once more and gasped when she saw more than just her reflecting back in the mirror. She snatched up her nightgown, spinning around to look at her intruder, and held it up to cover her body.

“State your name and business. You don’t belong here!”, she demanded sternly, yet she heard her voice like a whisper. 

He was handsome, but his appearance revealed his status immediately.

“But only a humble servant…” he replied, bowing.

“Thou has stumbled into the wrong chambers. There must be a punishment for such negligence,” she declared, gaining more confidence from obtaining control of the situation.

“Princess… I…I… meant nothing of it. ”Twas but only an accident. Please forgive me,” he begged, still bowing.

He glanced up at her. She saw into his glistening light brown eyes and something stirred inside her. “Come here,” she commanded.

The servant obeyed and came over to stand in front of the princess. “My name is-” he started.

“‘Ts not important,” she finished.

She took a step towards him gaining a better view of his face. Freckles aligned the spaces under his eyes and on his nose like stars in the cosmos. She looked at his full lips and took note of the freckles on his lower lip. If she could have a favorite, those would be it.

“Kiss me,” the words escaped her lips.

“Princess? What hath thou inquired of me?” he responded with surprise. 

With her gown covering her body in one hand, she used the other to pull his face close to hers and said, “I, your Princess, have commanded you to kiss me.”

He did. It was the first, but not the last, and her lips craved his. Soft and gentle, his hands found the small of her back and then they were in her hair. He pulled away and she began to kiss his neck with lust in her heart.

“Princess…” he mumbled, “we shouldest not. I but only a servant.”

“Politics,” she replied, “forget them. Only us.”

“But-”.

“I won’t command thee again,” she pronounced.

“Aye, Princess,” he replied.

With his hands on her waist, he pulled her closer. Their lips spoke words only their tongues could hear. His mouth escaped and danced across her body into her neck and past her shoulders. He lowered his hands to remove the gown from her hold.

“May I see you, Princess?” he begged.

She answered, “Aye.”

He smirked revealing his pearly white teeth that proved he was the luckiest servant in the kingdom. He allowed her gown to fall to the floor, revealing the young body of the princess.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, “hath no man seen thee but I?”

“Aye, you are the first,” she replied sheepishly.

He took her hand and brought her over to the mirror in which they first laid eyes on each other.

“Look at yourself, Princess,” he commanded, “there are so many things I want to do to you.”

She looked at his reflection in the mirror with what appeared to be apprehension.

“Only with your permission…” he mumbled.

The princess stood up straighter, adjusted her posture, and stated, “You have it.”

In that instant, his demeanor changed. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and sat beside her. Brushing her hair from her face, he leaned in to greet her lips with his.

His wandered finding their way down to her chest. Looking up from their kiss, he laid his eyes upon her once again.

“Your breasts are so beautiful,” he cooed.

His touch excites her as he plays with her chest. He brings his gaze back to her dark brown eyes. Without breaking his gaze, his hands glide lower until they reach her legs. He slides his hands in between her thighs allowing his fingers to find a place to hide.

“Nobody has touched you here, but me?” he inquired. Although he know the answer, he wanted to hear her voice.

“Nobody has touched me there but you.” His fingers played along in between her legs as the princess moaned with pleasure from such a new experience.

“You’re so wet and tight,” he breathed through excited teeth.

“I want to taste you, princess.”

He moved to lean his head down in between her legs to taste her. It was sweet and it made him crave her more. He leaned back up and leaned over her naked body.

“Thou art still a virgin?” he asked.

“Aye,” she replied. He smirked and began to remove his closes.

“Tonight, I will make thee mine.” 

She gazed up at him through thick lashes above red cheeks. Once he was free of his clothes, he laid upon her and kissed her sweetly. Then, unexpectedly, he grabbed her hair, forcing her head to the side, exposing her neck.

“I promise I won’t hurt you… intentionally,” he whispered. He leaned down and began to bite her neck, leaving marks down her skin.

“Look at that, princess. Nobody will want you once they know that you’re mine and that I’ve had you.”

He positioned himself in between her legs and breathed on her neck.

“Are you ready, Princess?” he smirked.

But she didn’t have time to answer as he slid himself inside of her. Whether she whined from pleasure or pain, he didn’t care. She felt so good to him and after that moment, he loved her.

“We should stop,” she breathed.

He brushed her hair aside and whispered aggressively, “I swear I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the guards know my name.” 

He continued to flow in and out of her as they moaned together. He held her tightly and kissed her sweetly.

Their lips broke long enough for her to whisper: “You know what my heart says? To forget politics and be with you.”

He smirked and their lips met once again. She wrapped her legs around his waist. They couldn’t be any more connected or anymore in love than at this moment, only having just met.

“When you’re alone, do you think of me?” she asked through kisses.

“Since the day I first laid eyes upon you, princess,” he murmured.

“I love you,” she uttered.

“And I you,” she replied.

With one last push, their bodies came and they entered a state of ecstasy in which only two people with such intimate passion can. He held her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

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