HE ROAR of my voice filled the room before me, as soon as I flung open the paneled mahogany doors. Crystal in the chandeliers tinkled and the high casement windows shook. I kicked the door to my royal apartments shut behind me as I stamped into the reception room. Decanters and glasses jingled and trembled as my boots hammered across the floor.
“No, your Royal Majesty,” I shouted into the handset of the palace phone. “I am not going to the fucking ball. I don’t care if every fucking lady in fucking waiting is laying in a line with their mouths and their legs wide open and a fucking cherry between their tits, your Majesty.” I listened with all the politeness I could muster and it wasn’t a whole lot. “No, you do not have to remind me that you’re the fucking king. Do I have to remind you that it was me who fucking crowned you, father?” I threw the handset neatly through a quartered pane of the bow window.
When I was angry my aim was always perfect. And I was furious.
Once upon a time, I remember wishing there were a Swipe Royal app. An app you could get on your phone to update all the royally eligible princesses. Duchesses, countesses, honorables and so on.
Now all I wanted was an app to match the girl to the pair of panties that I kept in my pocket since that night ten days ago. I found her. The woman of all my dreams. Then I lost her. She ran. Terrified of the famously huge royal cock or of my filthy reputation, I’ve no idea which. Maybe both. But I know how she made my heart hunger.
Even if I had a bloody Swipe bloody Royal app, it wouldn’t do me any bloody good now. Whoever that wonderful girl was, I was pretty damned sure she didn’t have the tiniest drip of bloody royal blood in her veins.
I knew that the scent and the taste of her gorgeous pussy was what I needed in the royal bloody bedchamber every fucking night. And that pussy was where I wanted to make the next generation of royal babies. But I would never be able to do any of that now and if I couldn’t have her for my queen then there weren’t going to be any bloody royal babies.
And I knew from the start, I’d get bloody hell about all of that from my father the king if he ever got wind of it. Made me think I should never have even made him king. Maybe I should think about uncrowning the old bastard. That might show him.
Some wag suggested I go around the country trying the panties on all the girls I could find. See who they fit. Dumbass. Could be fun, I suppose, if it weren’t so bloody important. But I haven’t got the appetite for sniffing or anything else with an endless parade of girls who are not my princess. not when I know that she’s out there. Somewhere.
She had no idea who I was. I could tell when her lovely brown eyes first lifted up and held mine. Not being recognized was an unfamiliar kind of a thrill, too. Especially with the way that she looked at me.
The instant I saw her she sucked up all my attention. Like she was a hot magnet for my eyes. She watched me stomp toward her and as my eyes traveled over her body. I was so focused on her, on her eyes, and her curves, her delicious body, I could almost have forgotten to rescue her.
The connection was instant and electric. Without a word I could have cupped her head in my hand, tipped her face to mine, kissed her, dragged her body to mine. My hands could have made all the introduction we needed. My hands and my lips. And the famous royal weapon.
A rage came over me, I wanted her so badly. I could have found her inside her skirt. Ripped her wet panties apart. Lifted her onto the royal staff and impaled her. If we hadn’t been in a public place, in a room full of people, I don’t know what would have happened. Her eyes said ‘yes.’
Her curves set me alight inside. The famous royal hugeness was already stirred and rising to attention. But the big thrill came after I’d looked. When my eyes had roamed all over her, imagined licking around the soft curves of her thighs, cupping, grabbing and pressing my mouth onto the heart-grabbing swell of her fantastic breasts, after I looked as hard as I could to see her ass, an ass that I knew would be phenomenal.
No, the first huge, thumping charge came when my eyes wandered back up. I had to check that the face I’d glimpsed was really as perfect as I thought. And her eyes were already on me, waiting. Ready to greet mine. She had been watching as I studied her. My world flipped as the trace of her smile widened. Her eyes flashed alight with hunger.
She was the one, I had found her. I knew it immediately. She was the woman who had to be my queen. This was the woman I needed to make royal babies with. And I needed to get started right away. When I found her eyes waiting for mine the ringing of bells sounded from deep down as my sword swung up to extend its length still further. The heavy keys to the palace jangled in my pocket.
I strode straight to her. She shook as I and took her hand in mine. A quake started in me, too.
But there was rescuing to be done.