Andrew
This mad, little woman.
Did she seriously just do what I think she did?
I’ve sat through many royal ceremonies in my life, and they’re all regi-mented beyond belief. Wives and husbands dutifully fulfilling their obligations with dead-eyed determination. It’s depressing to watch most of the time, but hey, that’s how it is within monarchies.
Everyone simply bites down and bears it.
But watching Ash stand up in the middle of a wedding that took weeks to plan and postpone it? Well, that was single-handedly, the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Whoever said all women from Ash’s Island were simple-minded and gravely mistaken.
“Aren’t you heading back to the castle?” I asked Ash.
She whips around, her long, raven hair spinning around her and wrap-ping across her body like a second set of clothes. My voice is louder than I in-tended; birds flutter from the top of the blossoming trees around us.
Ash’s eyes light up as she looks around at her surroundings, trying to find an excuse for why she’s stayed behind.
But of course, I already know the reason why.
I walk over to her as tree branches crunch beneath my feet.
She looks away and covers her mouth with her hand.
Is that a smile I detect?
“I thought I would help clean up a bit, so the wind doesn’t blow any of these down the beach,” she says, gesturing towards the empty cups on a table.
“I do like a woman who cares for the environment,” I chuckle, though I truly mean it. “But they can wait.”
For a split second, she looks as if she might protest, as if cleaning up her own postponed wedding is the one desire she has in the world, but then a wry grin spreads across her face as she looks away.
“Your face betrays your thoughts, Princess Aisling.”
She looks up at me, her eyes piercing at me through her hair. Her smile is mischievous, like she wants to pounce on me.
But before I can touch her, she suddenly runs off.
What the…?
I turn around to see her gliding behind the trees, her long dress trailing behind her like wings.
A blanket of dark hair sticks out from around the tree.
“Don’t come near me!”
Is she crazy?
Please don’t tell me I’ve been misreading this whole situation the entire time because that would not be cool—for either me or my penis.
“Excuse me?” I slowly approach her. “I haven’t done anything.”
She pokes her head out again, this time sticking her leg out and wrap-ping it around the tree.
“It’s not what you’ve done,” she purrs. “It’s what you’re about to do.”
“And what is it I’m about to do, oh great mind reader?” I tease her.
If she wants to play games, I can do this all day…and all night.
“I don’t know,” she says, suddenly sounding shy. “I just…had a feeling.”
I cock my head to the side and give her a puzzled expression.
“But you’re an engaged woman. What could possibly happen between you and me?”
Ash slowly unwraps her leg from around the tree.
“I don’t know,” she says with a shrug. “I don’t know what’s gotten over me. I’m acting very unlike myself right now, and it scares me a little bit.”
I step closer to her and lean my arm against the tree. I notice her eyes traveling across my torso and then widening with delight.
Once she notices what she’s doing, she gasps and goes running off again.
“Hey!” I call after her. “Aren’t we both too old for hide and seek?”
Ash runs behind another tree a few feet away as she peers at me, her eyes glaring.
“I’m betrothed to King Fergus!” she shouts at me. “I must do my duty to my kingdom. I love him! Really, I do! The wedding will carry out as planned, and we’ll both be very happy together.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“The lady doth protest too much,” I say, as I step closer to her.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I shrug. “Shakespeare.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t care one bit about Fergus, do you?” I step closer to Ash, who scoots to the other side of the tree.
“Of course, I do!” she peers out from around the tree in a huff, her breasts bouncing aggressively within her white dress.
She’s lying, of course, and she knows that I know. But given the aban-doned wedding decorations all around us, I understand why she’s keeping up the charade of caring for the other king.
“Really?” I say, humoring her.
Although I’m enjoying this game, I can’t help but have this intense urge to just grab her and throw her on the ground already.
“Judging from the way you’ve been eyeing me since you’ve got here, your body is telling a different story.”
Ash’s eyes widen in shock, as if she was just caught in a lie. After a mix of emotions wash across her face, she suddenly takes off again.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
I reach out and catch her, grabbing her by the wrist before she can take off.
Surprised, Ash whips around as I yank her closer to me. She resists at first, and then relaxes as our bodies fold into each other. I kiss her, finally, drinking up every last inch of her.
I can feel myself already growing rock hard now.
We’re both breathing hard as Ash looks up at me, her eyes both fearful and desirous.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, her breath growing faster.
“Then make me stop.”
She does nothing as I slowly start to undo the lacing on the back of her wedding dress, one eyelet after another, until her tits are bouncing free. Once exposed, she throws her arms across her chest, looking around wildly.
“Someone will see us!”
“It’s just us,” I hungrily whisper into her ear as I kiss her neck. “Just us.”
I shove her into the grass as she giggles.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!”
She rolls through the grass as her dress falls around her thighs.
I grab her legs and pull them up, pulling the rest of her dress off. I reach for her panties, feeling starved to bury my face in her pussy, but she suddenly sits up and brushes my hands away.
“No, you first,” she says breathlessly as she reaches for my pants. “You’re about to burst.”
I look down, and unsurprisingly, my cock is rock hard and looks like it’s about to burst through my pants, but I decide to hold it together.
“Ladies first,” I tell her as I push her back down to the ground.
I yank her panties down, and for a split second, I realize her white satin lingerie was only meant to be seen by her husband on their wedding night.
Oh well. So much for that.
I climb down between her legs and inhale her. Her whole body is con-vulsing, and I haven’t even touched her yet!
“I’ve never,” she gasps, “I’ve never—”
“I know,” I say, as I flick my tongue between her pussy lips, tracing the tip along her clit, so that her body convulses with every light touch.
I grasp her thighs, digging my fingers into her flesh, as her whole body shakes. She starts kicking her legs, her feet dragging across the ground, cover-ing us in dirt and dry leaves.
Now, I’m even hornier than ever.
We’re just a couple of dirty heathens fucking in the place, where, just a few minutes ago, Ash was about to marry King Whatshisname.
“I’m coming!” she exclaims, trying hard to keep her voice down, “I’m coming!”
This is wrong. This is really wrong. But it feels so fucking right.
Her back arches as she comes for the first time—an intense, dry orgasm that sends the birds in the trees soaring.
She tries to wave me away, but I go back again. She convulses, as I grip her sweaty body, all slippery under my palms.
Within seconds, she comes once more, covering me with her pussy juice.
Before I can go down again, she sits up and knocks me over.
“Uh uh,” she says, eyeing me like some beautiful sex goddess, who’s come to my kingdom for this one purpose.
“It’s your turn.”