Author: Garain
Description: The maid Helena has a plan. Under the cover of a storm she sets out to give herself to a prince, but something happens inside the room of the prince.
Outside the walls of the Valliance estate, rain poured down dark clouds from above. A smattering of beads of water hit the windows as Helena walked down the hallways, she listened carefully for anybody else around her, keeping her aim at the door of the fourth prince.
The Valliance estate was a place for the prince to use as he wanted, a place that Helena had worked in for almost five years now. She lifted up the hem of the dress she had borrowed, tried to take breaths that would not break the corset, and hoped that her plan would work.
"It has to work, tomorrow is soon upon me."
A strike of thunder lit up her features briefly, had anybody been there to see her brown hair braided up and around her head like a crown. A sweet scent of crushed rose petals from the garden with some leftover vanilla husks from the kitchen had been mushed together in an attempt to hide her low standing at the estate.
Helena stopped as she had reached her destination, the fourth prince door. She reached up to her hand, shaking slightly she knocked on it. No response, she knocked again and noticed the door moving inwards as he knocked.
"My prince, may I enter?" Helena asked, but got no response.
Helena waited, looked around her to make sure she was alone, and heard footsteps coming from the nearby hallway, she would be caught if she didn't get into the room quickly! Helena pushed the door and invited herself inside and leaned on the door to close it quickly. She closed her eyes and heard footsteps walking past the door a few moments later and vanishing.
A cold breeze blew past her. Helena looked up, the room was dimly lit, almost dark. She had never been in this room before but her eyes was drawn to the large fourposter bed to the right with a lantern lit beside. The rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.
A second breeze made Helena's eyes look towards the windows and the open balcony door.
Outside she saw the outline of two figures, she took a step as a lightning lit the scene up before her. The fourth prince slid down on the stone balcony clutching at his body, gurgling as a shiny blade was pulled out from the body.
"ah!" Helena gasped and backed into the door, making the second figure rush inside sword in hand. In the dim light Helena saw his face, her hand hand covered her mouth as she gasped again.
"Prince Haylon!"
"Who are you, who sent you?!" The blade aimed at her throat Helena felt her knees buckle as she slid down on to the floor. Prince Haylon still aimed the blade downwards threatening her.
"I'm... I am Helena." Helena stuttered, starting to pull at her dress and the corset that was making it harder to breathe.
"Helena, Helena who?"
"Helana... I work here... I, I can't breathe."
Prince Haylon dropped the sword on the soft carpet and pulled Helena up on her feet. With a quick grab and pull, he destroyed the parts of the dress, pushed and spun Helena around as with nimble fingers and the sharp blade of a hidden dagger he removed the strings keeping the corset on. He spun her around again, grabbing the now bare arms tightly.
"So, I will ask you again Helena; what are you doing here?"
Helana grasped her arms around her body to keep her breasts covered with what remained of the dress. She looked up at the prince, his short and stylish black hair framing his beautiful face, stern and sharp green eyes looked at her.
"I came... I came to give myself to prince Mouran."
Prince Haylon smirked, his eyes looked down at the almost hidden breasts.
"You came to give yourself to my brother? I did not know that my brother kept servants ready to pleasure his needs without having to chase them down."
Helena tried to hide more of her almost naked upper body.
"Why? Why would you come here and give yourself to a creep like him?"
Prince Haylon looked at the bed, he smiled and dragged Helena towards it pushing her towards it and dragging away more of the dress. Helena slid down as she landed on the soft mattress to sit down at the foot of the bed, covering her breasts with her hands, legs bent in only her underskirt.
"Would you give yourself to me Helena? Since my brother is laying dead outside, or do you wish to join him?"
Helana looked up at prince Haylon, she could still make it, her plan could work. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath without the corset restraining her now and removed her arms to reveal her plump breasts as she clambered up to sit at the foot of the bed.
"I will give myself to you my prince, if you would have me."
Prince Haylon looked at the woman who had startled him, thrown him of as he had frozen in shock out there on the balcony. Sword plunged through his brother's body he had stood there watching her quickly entering and closing the door. Now she was sitting on the bed, chest bare and that underskirt not hiding much with that worn fabric... offering herself to him.
Brown hair, he saw a few freckles scattered on her skin, skin that was not pale as his wife back home. This woman was clearly not a noble, but a beauty none the less. He took a few steps forward, the dagger had vanished from sight as he leaned in and grabbed her chin in his right hand.
" Tell me why, why are you offering yourself Helena?"
without a word, keeping his eyes on her face, prince Haylon started stroking the naked shoulder with his left hand, stroking his fingers up the back of her neck, making Helena make little sounds and sending out shivers.
"I... I have lost my position here... I wanted to give myself to prince Mouran.. ah! .. I wanted my first, ah! my first time to be someone I choose."
The prince laughed in her face.
"You wanted your first time to be with a member of the royal family! You have some nerve girl!"
Prince Haylon grabbed her neck with his left hand, making Helena gasp out in pain but she had no space to move as her chin was still in a firm hold with his right hand.
"I knew he likes.... liked to take women on whims. I hoped to... to entice him, milord."
"You are shrewd, I will give you that. Lets see if you are unspoiled."
Prince Haylon shoved Helana on her back, grabbing the thin fabric of the underskirt he destroyed that one. Helena started backing up on the bed, a hand grabbed her ankle, holding her in place. With his left hand prince Haylon wagged his finger disapprovingly.
"Stay." he said as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular and scarred upper body. It somehow entranced Helena and it was all she could stare at. Prince Haylon kicked of his boots,removed his belt from the loops but left his pants on as he walked to stand in front of her at the end of the bed.
Without a word prince Haylon started stroking her legs with his fingers up and down her thighs, teasing her and looking at her breasts heaving up and down as she panted. He noticed that Helena kept her eyes closed.
"Helena, look at me." he ordered.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, it seemed to be a hard thing to do, to meet his gaze. It seemed to make prince Haylon smile and excite him even more.
He grabbed her ankles and spread the legs wide, Helena gasped and closed her eyes again.
"Helena, look at me...you gave yourself to me remember?" Haylon said, smirking.
"Yes your majesty." Helena said and after taking a breath looked at him again, her cheeks flushed red.
"Good girl."
Prince Haylon climbed up into bed, lifted up Helena's legs on to his shoulders. His lips started kissing her legs, fingers stroking her skin up and down, teasing her as his fingers reached down to the end of her legs and closer to her inner folds, where she felt a pounding, almost like a second heartbeat. His eyes locked in with hers as without warning he slid in three fingers into her now slick and wet pussy.
"Ah!, ah... milord... I..."
"You can't breath again? Should I stop?"
"No, please milord... I am yours to... ah, ah, ..I am yours to do..ah!
"Yes you are mine indeed." he said with a smile, continuing with stroking his fingers inside of Helena. He noticed how hard she tried to keep her eyes locked on him, yet she faltered at times. Haylon removed his fingers, wet and glistening from Helena's bodily juices.
"Ah, … hnn" she moaned as she saw prince Haylon back away and climb out of bed, making her legs glide of him.
"Don't you worry my Helena, I am not done with you yet." He said as he walked up to the door, making sure it was now closed and bolted shut, even dragged the nearby armchair to stand in front of the door. He started to take of his pants, Helena laid there, the drapes of the fourposter bed almost covering her sight of his naked body. His body showed signs of being a fit, trained in combat with muscles and scars and standing to attention was prince Haylon's phallus, his royal manhood... the first dick she had seen.
"Oh, you like what you see Helena?" Prince Haylon asked as he came walking up to the bed again, standing near her she was close enough to touch it. She nodded and tore her eyes away to look up at the prince.
"It looks good, your majesty."
Prince Haylon smiled again, a bit less wicked then before and walked around the bed to climb up into the bed, placing himself above Helena. Helena grabbed hold of the bedding, her eyes locked on the tip of the royal dick getting closer and closer to between her legs.
"Crawl backwards Helena, there is no room for me."
Wordlessly, Helena pulled herself backwards, her head now resting on top of a pillow. She spread her legs wide and forced her eyes up at prince Haylon, taking deep breaths she steadied herself. He started to stroke his manhood through her folds, teasing her.
"Ah,.. milord."
"I see you want me to take you Helena, but it will not be this easy... you will haft to do take the first step."
Prince Haylon knelt and placed the tip of his dick near Helena's wet pussy, teasing her a bit more.
" Wrap your legs around me and pull yourself onto me. Truly give yourself to me."
Helena tried to understand the command and wrapped her legs around his muscular body. She looked at him, grabbing hold of her thighs in anticipation, it felt supporting in a way. Helena took a deep breath and looked up at the red velvet fabric of the fourposter bed, closed her eyes before locking eyes with prince Haylon and tentatively pressed herself down, guiding a wet and throbbing pussy towards the tip of the dick. She felt it, felt the tip of him glide inside, the sensation made her eyes close as she felt a new sensation vibrating up through her body.
"Ah, ah... ha, Im.."
She heard him grunt and pressed on, she felt something tightening, restricting her to take in more of him. Helena moaned as she pressed herself towards the prince again with the aid of her legs thrusting herself forwards with her hands on top of the bed.
"Ah, ah! … Im yours!" Helena moaned as she felt pain streak through with the pleasure and hurried to be closer and take in all of prince Haylon. She felt his hands grab hold of her stomach, his posture changed as she heard his voice near her ear.
"You are mine, release your legs and look at us."
Helena opened her eyes, he was leaning over her he saw sweat on his forehead. She looked down and saw how close their bodies had melded together. His black curly hair mixed in with her brown curls, their bodies was locked together. She looked up at him and his face came closer, his lips kissed her, she kissed back as she felt him moving his body, sending pain and pleasure around her.
"Ah! " Helena spread her legs wider and lifted them up around him again, trying to mimic his movements she heard him grunt. After a while he stopped moving, leaned back and untangled her legs from around himself. Helena lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, he smiled and lifted up her rump in his hands, widened his stance and started thrusting hard into her warm and wet pussy.
"ah! Milord, so... ah, so deep!"
"You say such filthy words Helena, did your ah, ah... your mother not teach you to, ah, ah … to be quiet in bed."
Helena felt something building up deep down, it was was faint, these hard motions was not ideal to build it up. It was getting harder to think. She noticed him leaning down towards her again, she reached out her arms to greet him and he dove down between her breasts. With his lips he found the peaks and sucked on her nipples, introducing Helena to a new kind of pleasures and sensations.
"Oh, milord!"
She felt his tongue stroking her nipples, his hands grabbed the covers as hard as she did as his hips moved faster and faster, building up that sensation inside of her quicker and quicker.
"Milord, something is... ah! Ah, yes! Ah, milord!" Helena screamed as the orgasm rocked her body, arching her back she felt a wave of pleasure shoot through her. Her hands gripped the bedding as she moaned, gasping for air with this unfamiliar feeling of pleasure. Prince Haylon continued to thrust and moaned as he felt Helena's body clench around his dick in orgasmic bliss, he was not far from climaxing as well and as he thrust a last time, ejaculating as deep as he could get his dick inside of Helena he screamed out his pleasure.
Outside the rain and bad weather held steadily, howling winds tore at the roof of the estate. Lighting streamed down lighting up the night sky in flashes of light.
Inside the bedroom of the late prince Mouran, tangled in sweat and bedsheets lay the former maid Helena tired and sore after being pleasured for hours by the prince Haylon, second in line of the throne. Her hair was out from the braids, her skin sore from kisses, pinches and stained by sweat and the mixture of bodily fluids. She laid on her stomach, head laid on the pillow sleeping, her rump red from being slapped, covered in sweat and royal seed. In the armchair pressed up against the door to the bedroom sat prince Haylon, sweaty and pleasured. In his hand he holds an almost finished glass of amber colored spirits, in one swig he downs it and places it down in chair as he stands up to walk back to the bed. Climbing up into bed he raises his left hand and slaps it down on the already slightly red butt cheek.
"ah! .. ah, milord... again? I need a bit more rest... all of me is sore."
"You are mine, right Helena?"
Helena rolled slowly to her side, facing prince Haylon, locking eyes with him again, trying to implore kindness.
"I am yours, but I will not have much to give... if my body can't handle all of you." Helena pouted, sighing.
Prince Haylon smiled and laughed.
"I have been a bit rough, but what you offer is to good to not keep taking. I need you at my estate, I need you every day in my bed Helena. You, in your wicked ways have me hooked on your body."
Helena smiled and crawled over, her hand reaching towards his dick, grabbing it, stroking it as she looked up at the man as he moaned.
"It was not my intent to get you hooked on my body milord, but likewise I am hooked on your body, I am hooked on this." Helena lowered her head into his lap and started to suck and inch by inch took prince Haylon's dick in her mouth and down her throat until she felt her gag reflex started to warn her.
"You are , oh oh, yes, ah, ah! Oh Helena, yes! ah."
Haylon felt Helena's tongue stroke his dick as she swallowed it, moaned as she felt her suck, her hands stroked him, her moans egged him on. For several minutes the bedroom was filled with moans and exclamations of pleasures as Helena pleasured prince Haylon and swallowed the warm seed he shoot out in her mouth.
Prince Haylon laid panting in the bed, Helena wiped her hands over her lips as she made sure nothing was dripping down her face as she laid down in bed again, hoping to get some rest.
"I am taking you with me to my estate, you belong in my bed."
"Of course milord. I am yours, for however long you want me."
" I want you now, but we need to leave before day comes and they find my dead brother on the balcony."
"Yes milord, may I wear your brother's clothing as the dress was torn?"
"Why not, when I get you to the estate, you will not be wearing clothes at all. All you will be wearing is me."
Prince Haylon leaned over, stroking the red marked butt cheeks, slapping them again, grabbing hold of the soft flesh. He wished he had more energy to spare in this bed, but he needed to leave.
In the hour before dawn, two figures snuck around the Valliance estate, knocking out a patrolling guard and rode away on a horse hidden in the nearby woods. The trip between the estates took a day, having to give the horse more time to rest and in the grass out on the plains Helena felt the pleasures of having sex out in nature.
On the cloak of the late prince Mouran, hidden in the tall grass Helena felt the pleasures on all fours. Legs wide spread, pussy wet and dripping as prince Haylon pounded her eagerly and roughly from behind. Grunting and spreading his seed deep inside of Helena there was nothing but the critters and birds to hear them moan and scream out their blissful ecstasy they made together with their bodies.
Prince Haylon brought Helena back to his estate, the death of the fourth prince was quickly sent out to the royal households but no clues as to who it might has been. With how the bed was tossed around , it was thought the prince had been killed by an infiltrating female assassin.
Helena was given a grand room with her own maid to care for her needs, she rarely left it unless Prince Haylon took her out to have some outdoor time together.
Midday in spring Helena sat near the window of her bedroom, dressed in a nightgown of thin fabric. Her hand stroked her baby bump and she sighed happily, the fabric was so thin her nipples and brown bushy hair between her legs showed through. A door in the wall opened and she looked up to see prince Haylon walking in.
"Still round I see Helena."
"Still round milord. Let me pleasure you."
Prince Haylon walks up the chair and pulls down his pants, his royal dick hard and ready as it stands to attention, eagerly dripping at the tip. Still sitting in her chair Helena reaches forward and pleasures her prince with her mouth, sucking at the tip, taking all of it now down her throat as she grabs her hands around prince Haylon's firm butt cheeks.
"Ah, oh damn you are ...ah ah , good!
Prince Haylon widens his stance as the pleasure starts building up.
"And you are... ah ah .. all mine!"
fin.