THE FROG PRINCE
An Erotically Ever After Tale
C. J. Baker
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Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young princess, much beloved by her father the King and almost no one else. This princesses’ name was Lily, for her skin was as white as the petals of the water lilies in the pond near the castle, and her eyes as green as the pads they grew upon. Her hair shone yellow and palest white, like the sun sparkling upon the waters.
An only child, the Queen having died soon after Lily’s birth, she was treated as a precious gem, and spoiled accordingly. Though the Kingdom was small and poor, the princess wanted for nothing. The King draped his only child in jewels and the finest gowns, and ate with her on his knee, delighting in every tale she brought to him of her adventures around the castle.
Though she had everything a princess could possibly want, the best loved of all her treasures was a little golden ball, which she carried with her everywhere.
Princess Lily was soon spoiled beyond recall. She was cruel to the children of the court, considering them beneath her. She spent most of her time alone, playing with her golden ball. She spied on the servants and tattled on them to her father. She liked to hit her serving maids if they dared to pull her hair while brushing tangles from the white-gold fall. And she delighted when they were punished.
Now it happened that the King’s closest advisor dared to tell him of his only child’s spoiled nature. The king was saddened to think of his perfect daughter growing into a cruel tyrant, and thought for many days and hours on how to correct his mistakes.
By this time, Princess Lily had grown into a young woman of eighteen years, and tales of her beauty were being carried throughout the lands. However, so were tales of her spoiled nature. Despite her beauty, no one wanted a spoiled princess's hand in marriage, and it seemed that Lily would never be married off.
The King was distraught. He knew that he must teach Lily a lesson in humility and kindness, but he was still uncertain how to deliver such a lesson. Even his wisest advisors were stymied.
Princess Lily, meanwhile, continued to terrorize the servants. On a clear, warm summer day soon after her father had turned away another suitor, she succeeded in slapping the maid who was bathing her, because her bath water was too warm, then she threw her breakfast on the floor, because her milk was too cold. She was in a fine mood, and, taking her little golden ball, she skipped through the castle, hoping to spy on the servants doing something naughty.
She hastened out of the castle, and into the kitchen yard, where the serving boys were picking weeds from the herb garden. Disappointed, she bounced her golden ball against the flagstones and headed toward the stables, the wind lifting her long, white-gold hair off of her shoulders. She entered the smelly stables, stashed the golden ball in a special pocket the seamstress had stitched especially into her apron, and approached the white mare her father had bought for her.
Diamond tossed her head, and allowed her nose to be stroked. Lily smiled. Diamond was her second favorite present, and her only friend in the castle.
“My beautiful Diamond, what is happening in the stables this fine morning?” she whispered in a voice that many a courtier had sighed over, and many a servant had flinched away from. “Would you like an apple?”
Diamond knickered at her, her brown eyes full of greed. The princess laughed and skipped over to the bushel of apples the stable boys kept there for Diamond and the other horses. She was selecting the juiciest, reddest apple from the basket when she heard a sound she had never heard before.
It was like a cry of pain, and also of joy. Confused, she dropped the apple and looked for the source, her footsteps whispering across the hay.
She rounded a corner of the stables and saw Tala, the serving girl she had slapped earlier that morning. Tala was Lily’s age and plain, with freckles and unruly red hair that her cap could never quite contain. She was dressed, as all the serving girls in the castle, in a plain blue dress and a white apron and cap. Tala was not alone.
As he turned his head to the side and groaned, Lily recognized the profile of Hamden, her father’s Master of Horse. He was a gigantic man, with muscles and a black beard. Lily had long thought him frightening and even more so now as he pinned Tala against the wall of the stable.
Tala clutched at Hamden’s broad shoulders, her mouth open as another moan of pleasure and pain erupted from her bared throat. Hamden’s wide, scarred hands pushed the bodice of Tala’s dress down, and her brown, freckled breasts spilled into his eager palms. Lily stifled a surprised gasp and backed away to the shadows, watching in horrified fascination as Hamden fell to his knees before Tala and took her breasts into his mouth, sucking deeply as a babe would his mother.
Feelings stirred in Lily’s chest, an uncomfortable stir that spiraled down through her tingling skin and, of all places, rested between her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat and she clutched at a wooden post for support, watching open-mouthed as Hamden feasted upon Tala’s pert breasts.
Tala’s hands clawed through the dark fall of his hair, pulling him closer. She writhed in place, her eyes closed, lips bitten around those strange, pleasurable groans that grew more and more intense as Hamden suckled deeper and deeper. His hands clasped her hips and then pushed her skirts up. Tala helped him, revealing her freckled, shapely legs. He let go of her breasts with a noisy, guttural growl.
“My cock aches for you, Tala,” Hamden said in a tortured voice, as if he were in pain. Lily’s fingernails dug into the wooden post. “But I would taste you, here…now…”
“Yes, oh yes, Master,” Tala said, her voice shaking with something that wasn’t fear. Lily had never seen the girl’s eyes shine as they did now. There was no cowering, as she did in front of the princess, no hesitation as she lifted one leg and slung it over the mountainous Hamden’s shoulder. She held her dress up higher, revealing the patch of curly red hair at the apex of her thighs. Her delicate pink petals of flesh opened to Hamden like a flower.
He did the most extraordinary thing then, seeing her naked sex; he brought his mouth to Tala’s flesh and tasted her. His tongue slipped and slid against her and the both of them groaned in pleasure, Tala louder and keener. She clutched at Hamden’s hair again and tilted her hips toward him as he suckled as noisily at her flesh as he had her breasts.
“You taste of fiery wine…” he said between aggressive licks that had Tala whimpering, and the one leg still supporting her shaking. Lily watched, realizing with a start that she was breathing hard, though the two could not hear her over the sounds of their own labored breathing.
“Take me, Master, I cannot endure another moment. You torture me,” Tala gasped, even as she pressed Hamden that much closer to her swelling flesh, which was weeping with wetness. Lily stirred in place, aware of the way her own body was growing wet.
The sensation frightened her. What was happening to her body? Why were her nipples hard, seeing Tala’s red, erect berries bouncing upon her breasts? Why was she suddenly intensely jealous of the plain serving girl, and the flush in her cheeks, and the pleasure Hamden was giving her with his tongue?
“Yes,” Hamden growled fiercely, slung Tala’s leg from his shoulder and pulled her down into the fresh, clean hay beneath them. Tala lay before him with her skirts pushed up past her waist. She spread her legs and he sank his bulk between them. They both reached for the lacings on his dark leather breeches, the front of which was bulging. The laces fell away and out sprang Hamden’s erect organ.
Lily’s pants stopped entirely as she beheld the fierce, savage beauty of the Horsemaster’s cock, nestled in a springy bed of dark hair. The huge, muscular man was large, thick, veined and flushed a red so dark it was almost purple. The sight of his sword, wicked and bobbing in the gloom, had the blood rushing in the princess’s ears, and then downward to her aching breasts and the weeping hollow between her clenching thighs.
As she watched, Tala’s slender hands, so clumsy with a hairbrush, cupped Hamden’s cock with a grace and gentility Lily had never seen. She ran her fingers from his wide, satiny crown, down his throbbing, veined shaft and then over the soft, hairy sacs beneath. He twitched at her touch, cock bobbing and straining toward her eagerly.
“Fuck me,” Tala said through her teeth as she wrapped her hands around him and urged him toward her sex. She tilted her hips upward, rubbing the tip of his cock through the wet, dripping folds. Then Hamden thrust into her body, and by the sound of it, filled her completely with his huge length.
Tala’s groan was sharper than the others were that Hamden had drawn from her throat earlier. He came to rest within her, his hips pressing her down into the hay. Their mouths found each other, and they kissed in a wild, abandoned way, their tongues flashing as Hamden braced himself above her, the muscles in his arms flexing like sinewy snakes.
He pulled back in the middle of this frantic battle of teeth and tongue, only to thrust back into her willing, supple body, deeper and rougher. He did it again and again, and Tala, instead of drawing back in fear or pain of what he was doing to her, wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to meet him. She clutched at his sweaty shoulders and tore her fingers through his hair in wild abandon, her moans of pleasure growing more and more frantic as he fucked her furiously. His bearded face was red and shining with sweat as he grunted Tala’s name.
“Come for me, my fiery little maid,” Hamden said, pumping his hips into her in short, violent strokes. Tala seemed to understand; though Princess Lily, watching in silent fascination, did not. Tala’s body seemed to tighten around Hamden and her keening moans seemed to give voice to some invisible storm of pleasure that had loosened in her body.
Lily could practically see the crackles of lightning sparking between the two of them, and hear the thunder in their gasps. The Horsemaster thrust one last time into her body and then pulled his wet, corpulent length from Lily’s convulsing body. He stroked himself in his tight fist once, twice, and then, with a deep, guttural growl, spilled his white seed all over Tala’s contracting, freckled stomach in spurts.
Tala didn’t seem disgusted by the streams of pearly liquid upon her skin, but brought it up to her mouth and licked it away with a look of obvious delight on her face as Hamden continued to pump his cock with his powerful fist. Then she sat up on her knees, and took his slowly softening flesh into her mouth, sucking with as much delight on him as he had done to her.
When she finally pulled back, evidently pleased with what had happened by the wild, fiery look in her eyes, Hamden pulled her into his arms and kissed her again.
From behind Lily, one of the horses neighed, and the two servants broke apart and turned in her direction. Panic seized her hammering heart and she turned and fled the stables, running as if the Devil himself were on her heels, not caring that Tala and Hamden had seen her, only that she not look them in the eye.
Shame flooded her as she ran through the courtyard and out the kissing gate that led to the meadows. She ran through the knee-high grasses, which whipped at her skirts, and then she was running through the thicket, the dappled shadows of the trees cool on her burning cheeks. She broke from the thicket, out of breath, twigs in her hair, and fell down beside the lily pond, unable to go any further.
She lay there for several minutes, trying to recapture her breath, but it had been stolen long before her desperate flight. The things she had seen in the stable seemed to be seared across her brain. She had never seen the act of making love, though she had heard the servants gossiping about it many a time when they thought her genteel ears far from them. She had thought she had pieced together the gist of the thing, but she had obviously missed the finer points.
The one and only time she had dared to ask her tutors about the things she had heard whispered and giggled about they had told her sharply that such things were only fit for the ears of a girl who was to be married. But, Princess Lily thought, with a kind of angry jealous stab in her guts, Tala was not married, and she obviously knew these things. And enjoyed them.
Lily had never seen a man’s cock before, and the image of Hamden’s hard length seemed to inflame her with an emotion she had never felt before. It was something like longing, and a hopeless, mindless fire, which threatened to consume her, as it had the serving girl. Was it always like that, the act of making love? Was every man as fierce as Hamden? Did every woman moan as Tala did, with pleasure and pain?
Confused, embarrassed and aroused, Lily lay in the long, soft grass beside the lily-pond and caught her breath, though her lungs still felt as if she had been in the smithy all day, breathing soot and fire. Her supple young body was just as mindlessly aroused as it had been in the stables and, curiously, she ran her fingers against the bodice of her yellow dress.
Her nipples throbbed in response, sending jolts of pleasure through her skin. Lily closed her eyes for a moment, the sun warming her pale skin. Then she pushed the bodice of her dress down, as Hamden had done to Tala, exposing her pale breasts to the warm sunshine.
Her nipples were erect and pale pink, pebbled and aching as the wind licked over them. Fascinated, she rubbed at them, watching as they hardened even further, and the sweet ache became a focused, needy thing. Her hands cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples in her palms, wishing she could suckle on them as Hamden had done, wondering what his mouth had felt like.
Heart pounding, she drew her legs up, clenching her slender thighs together against the desperate, newly-awakened throb focused at the center of her body. She felt warm liquid soaking the insides of her thighs and was intensely curious as to the reaction. There was no one there to see her, in the long grasses beside the pond, beyond the trees, so she pulled her skirts up above her hips, as Tala had done, and exposed her pink flesh to the air.
Warm wind ruffled through the white-gold hair at her thighs. She spread her legs as Tala had done when she’d received Hamden, and the wind cupped her like a lover, cooling the heated, swollen flesh.
Lily, her hand shaking, pulled her fingers through the wetness, wondering what Tala had felt when Hamden’s mouth and tongue had worked against her. She reveled in the softness of her own flesh, never before having dared to touch herself there. She had never known she could weep there; the liquid was scorchingly warm and thick like honey.
She brought her fingers to her mouth, sniffed the pleasant aroma of it and then suckled her fingers into her mouth. The flavor of her body spread on her tongue and she moaned, eyes closing. She was sweet.
Her hand went back to her sex, and she explored with a kind of tight apprehension. This was wrong, surely. But her hand would not stop, the flames in her body too strong to put out after what she had seen. She closed her eyes; fingers brushing against a nub of flesh that quivered and sent white-hot pleasure scattering through her body. She slid her wet fingertips against the flesh again and let out a shuddering little breath.
“This is truly wondrous…” she said to the sky, and the birds sang for her as she worked the little nub in slow circles.
A needful cry breached her lips as she copied the greedy flicks of Hamden’s tongue and she found that the faster she circled her flesh, the more the pleasure crested. Her left hand cupped her breasts again, squeezing as her bottom lifted off of the grass and she opened to the sky, her body tightening as Tala’s had.
A maelstrom of pleasure, centered at the place where her fingers worked her flesh in tighter and tighter circles, burst into being, and Princess Lily gave herself over to ecstasy, sending the birds scattering.
“O!” she cried out and then bit down on her lips in an effort to stop the cry that had already escaped her and chased away her winged choir. The princess relaxed into the grass, surprised by the reaction of her body, and confused too. What had she just done?