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AT COURT
Bryan J. Busch
busch@elvis.rowan.edu
She moved with the lithe grace of a cat. The whole court was rapt,
watching the foreign girl sway and dance to the beat of the drums and the
tambourines. The girl was not very tall, but she was in good health;
strong and supple, and brown from the sun's force in her own lands. Her
dark eyes flashed, searching the room as she twirled, and coming to rest at
last on the prince, who had not blinked since she had been brought out.
She smiled only slightly, and continued her dance, letting her skirts swirl
around her and ringing the little bells tied around her ankles. Her back
arched and curved, her arms floating through the air like gossamer
wings...and each time she raised her hands above her head, the prince
glimpsed just a bit of the flawlessly tanned belly. She was, he thought to
himself, the most beautiful and desirable creature he had ever seen. And
before the first dance was finished, he made up his mind that he would find
her this night...and he would have her. He was, after all, the prince. It
all belonged to him anyway.
When dinner was served, the empty seat beside the prince was filled,
with none other than the girl herself. The prince could feel the warmth
rising within him, fueling his fascination even further. She was
introduced to him as the Princess Ahlia, daughter of the king of some far
away land of which the prince had only heard tales. He rose, and bowed,
and took her hand to kiss it, letting his lips linger a moment longer than
they should. They conversed idly as they ate, each intent upon the other
and little else. When the meal was finished, the king rose to announce the
jugglers that would come to entertain the court.
The company watched the jugglers, laughing at their antics, enjoying
the spectacle. The Prince could think of nothing but Ahlia beside him, her
beauty, her movement, her belly....and the warmth spread through him
further, encouraged by the feel of Ahlia's leg brushing up against his own.
Then before he knew what was happening, he felt her strong hand on his
thigh, squeezing gently. He gasped slightly, startled and excited, and
Ahlia glanced up at him, and smiled mischievously before turning her
exquisite eyes back to the jugglers. When the entertainment ended, the
king rose and bade his company good night. When the prince rose to bid
Ahlia the same, she curtsied deeply. And as she turned to go to the
apartments reserved for her, the prince heard her whisper, "The garden, at
midnight." With a swirl of her skirts and the tinkle of little bells she
glided out of the room. The prince stood for a moment, trying to compose
himself then turned and went to his own room, unsure as to whether or not
she would keep her rendezvous.
Unable to sleep, from excitement and because of the warmth that still
spread through his body, the prince watched the full moon rise over the
castle, unable to think of anything but the precious Ahlia. An hour
passed, then two, and the prince grew restless just waiting. Impatient, he
slipped quietly out of his room, down the cold stone stairs and out into
the castle garden.
The moonlight touched everything with silver. Swans glided silently on
the pond, their great necks arching smoothly. Night-blossoms bloomed, and
joined the fountains of roses in scenting the air richly. Hearing a small
noise behind him, he turned, to find Ahlia standing there in a long, hooded
cloak, and the clothes she had been wearing at dinner. He bowed politely,
barely able to restrain himself, or to conceal his desire. She stood
quietly, as though waiting, then bade him come to her. Her voice was soft
and maddeningly sweet. He did so without hesitation, and as soon as he
reached her, he could not stop his hands from suddenly pushing aside the
hood.
As he revealed her ebony hair and almost intolerably beautiful face, he
was overcome. He took her face in her hands, barely noticing its
smoothness, and brought his lips down to hers. He kissed her hungrily at
first, as a man who has had neither food nor drink for many days, but as he
got his first taste of her he made his lips gentle and soft. She returned
his kisses, passionately, deeply, pressing her body to his, little sighs
escaping her.
He stopped, abruptly, and looked at her there in the moonlight,
letting the sight wash over him like rain after a drought. Then his arms
were around her and his was kissing her again; her cheeks, her lips, and
down to her neck, where he nibbled and tasted while his hands deftly
managed the buttons on the back of her blouse. He stepped away from her
long enough to allow the blouse to fall to the ground below, revealing
perfectly tanned breasts which glowed and shimmered in the moonlight. He
cried out in rapture and returned to her lips, barely able to keep from
devouring her. His hands reached underneath her skirt, sliding up the
shapely, strong legs. He squeezed and tickled the insides of her thighs,
and she cried out in delight and desire. The skirt soon joined the blouse
on the ground, and she was naked, glorious in the light of the moon.
The prince laid Ahlia down gently on a patch of moss, and removed his
own clothing. She smiled at the sight of him, erect and wanting, and
reached for him. He came to her, and lay his weight on top of her,
caressing and nibbling on her breasts, enjoying her little cries of
pleasure. Suddenly, then, ahlia pushed him off of her, and rolled over,
straddling him with her beautiful legs, her sex a dark shadow in the night.
She took his cock in her hands and stroked its underside, gently, then
faster and faster, finally leaning down and taking its whole length in her
mouth. The prince cried out with the pleasure of sliding in and out of her
warm throat, feeling her tongue run around and up and down his rock-hard,
throbbing cock. He reached for her breasts, pinching and rubbing them in
time with her own ministrations to him.
Ahlia unstraddled the prince, never letting his cock leave her mouth
and turned her hips to him, straddling his face. Needing no further
encouragement, the prince reached up and plunged his face into her warm,
moist, sweetness, drinking and licking eagerly. They both cried out, she
around his cock, he within her folds, driven nearly mad with the pleasure
of it. At last he could stand it no longer, and being the bigger and
stronger of the two, he pushed her off of him and back down to the mossy
ground.
Ahlia sighed as he entered her, arching her back and clutching at him.
He filled her perfectly, sliding effortlessly inside her wet warmth. She
raised her hips to him, offering all that she could, and they moaned at
each other, needing nothing but what the other was now providing. She
rolled them over, placing herself on top, and rode him as one might a
prized horse, bucking and bouncing, back and forth, up and down, as though
her life depended on this ride. They were frenzied now, unable to control
their desires, and they clutched at each other, grasping, wanting.
Then the prince lifted off of her once again, with a reluctant cry, and
placed her on her knees before him. His swollen, needing cock entered her
from behind. The prince thought she was as beautiful from behind as from
the front, and admired her round, shapely ass. He squeezed it briefly,
then reached around once more to play with her perfect breasts. She backed
into him as hard as she could, over and over, filling herself with him,
until at last they both cried out, arching their backs, each covering the
other with warm wetness and convulsing with pleasure.
They rested there on the moss, beneath the willow tree, and fell asleep
locked in each other's arms, each dreaming only of the other, and of what
other untold pleasures the garden might hold....
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AT COURT
Bryan J. Busch
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