Prince Andrew looked down at his slave, his corners of his lips curving up. She looked thoroughly debauched, her eyes closed, her blonde hair spread out across the sheets, her body loose and her muscles limp. Ready for more of the same fucking he had just given her. He stroked his firm cock and squeezed her plump breast. She was so exhausted that she didn't even move. Her juices glistened on his cock and matted the short curls at the base. His seed dripped out of her once virgin entrance. He knelt between her legs, his face within inches of her pussy. He pinched one of her labia and pulled it apart to reveal the wet pink flesh within. She shifted slightly, her lashes fluttering. Prince Andrew ignored her, occupied by the sight of his seed seeping from her. With a finger, he pushed it back inside her. She moaned, her pussy gripping onto his digit lovingly.
"You like the feel of that, don't you?" he whispered, not expecting an answer. It had nothing to do with making her pregnant. It tapped into the part of him which enjoyed marking her soft skin and his bands on her body. "You'll like me to put more into you? Fill you up with more of my warm seed? Keep your womb nice and full?" He straightened, smeared his wet finger on her breast and replaced his cock back into her.
Adeline roused to find herself being rocked in her sleep, as though she was back on the ship again, riding the waves. Except her lower body felt full and she appeared to be bent into an odd position. It took her a minute to realize where she was and another to understand that the man was still having sex with her.
"No. No more." She pushed at him. "It hurts. I've had enough. Stop." She felt swollen between her legs and her cervix hurt where he kept thrusting his cock up against.
Although he couldn't understand her, it was easy enough to know what she meant. He gave her a particularly deep thrust into her. A warning, and because he simply liked the way she yelped, the pain making her pussy contracted around his cock. He did it again and again until she was sobbing.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, little sex slave. You're here to serve me. You're here to be used by me." He punctuated each sentence with a stab into her wet slippery depths. Despite her tears and protests, she soon cried out in an orgasm, the ecstasy from his fucking overpowering her. "See. You like this. You like my cock. I'll make sure you'll always have something inside you from now on. Now, why don't you come for me again. Come around my cock like a good little slut. You're my slut. Mine." When her body reluctantly obliged him numerous times, he finally gave in and spilled his seed into her.
Adeline laid in that bed until the next morning. She was exhausted, but each time she began to drift off, he would reached down with a hand and torment her clit until she orgasmed for him. She didn't want to, but he had explored her body and knew all of her too well, enough to know just where to touch to get her to respond. Her belly protruded slightly from all the seed he poured into her. He didn't remove his cock when he came, keeping it in her so his seed wouldn't flow out. The sun rose in the sky outside the balcony, lighting up the room. Yet Prince Andrew showed no sign of stopping.
Prince Andrew was pleased he had the next few days off from his princely duties. He could spend the time in bed with his new sex slave, enjoying her sweet body. He was young enough that his cock recovered quickly, and it didn't go down when he came.
He clasped her tightly against his body and rolled them around so that he was lying on the bottom and she on top. The surprise flashing across her face told him she had never experienced this position. Nothing made a man puff up in masculine pride than to school his woman in bed play. He jerked his cock inside her, felt her jump when it hit a sensitive spot inside her.
"You're not going anywhere." He told her, holding onto her hips. "Why don't you fuck yourself on my cock?" He flexed his cock and she wriggled her hips. "Move your hips. There's another batch of seed in me for you."
Adeline wasn't comfortable on top of the man. The cock in her felt much bigger and longer than before, especially when he jerked upwards towards her. She wanted to get off, but the look in his eyes and his hands brought her back down the length of his cock. The previous seed he had spilled inside her sloshed around in her stomach. Some of it began to leak out of her as she slowly learned how to ride his cock. This position allowed the cock deeper into her. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes as her motions lost the initial awkwardness and she began to find her own rhythm. His hands moved from her hips to between her legs. Gently, he peeled the hood back from her clit and circled the stiff engorged nub with a finger until she shuddered into another orgasm.
Prince Andrew flipped them around when she fell forward onto his chest. He gave her a few swift strokes and came inside her. Removing himself from her gently, his eyes narrowed when his seed began flowing from her, mixed with her own juices into a sloppy mess. He wasn't happy with that. Glancing around his room, his eyes finally landed on an object which would suit his purpose.
He picked up the candlestand from the bedstand and pluck the candle from it. It was almost as long as his cock and thicker than his wrist. He left his bed and went to his study for his paper knife. It was easy to carve the candle into the shape he wanted: a round top and an enlarged base so she wouldn't be able to push it out. He cut out the wick and covered the top with smooth wax.
He returned to Meri with the handmade object. Her pussy was now soft and open after hours of fucking, and the wax wasn't too unyielding. His semen and her juices made a good lubrication. It took a bit of finessing before he could fit the whole wax dildo inside her. Her legs shifted restlessly as he worked the dildo inside her, whimpering as she turned and tossed, her fingers grasping on the bedsheets. He patted the mound of her sex when it disappeared inside her and finally left her to her sleep.
He'd have to send someone make dildos in various shapes and sizes to keep her nice and full when he wasn't using her. He hadn't needed those before, but that was because none of them had been as interesting as this new slave. He whistled a cheery tune as he headed to his private dining room. One hunger was satisfied, and now it was time to satisfy another.
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The king lazed on the throne and stared sourly at the palace steward. "The prince hasn't come out of his rooms since his First Night?"
"Not in the last four days, your majesty. But he has been passing instructions to his servants. Maybe he simply wanted a break."
The king would have rolled his eyes, but he had told himself he would behave appropriately in the manner of a king when he was in the throne room. That did nothing for his mood. He had been feeling rather lackluster in the last few days and nothing, not even his favorite sex slave, was able to cheer him up. The imperial doctor had been to examine him, but as he suspected, there was nothing wrong with him. No, the only person who could lighten his mood was in the prince's rooms, possibly passed out in his son's bed. His mouth twisted as he thought of the young virile prince.
"What has he been telling the servants?"
"Nothing of importance."
