Natalie Vs. Prince

When the rush of endorphins finally starts to fade away, I collapse on top of the mattress completely exhausted. There are beads of sweat on my forehead, and my chest is rising and falling at an urgent pace. I don’t even know how many times I’ve came, all I know is that Connor’s far from being done.

He slides his cock out of me and, hooking his fingers on my hips, rolls to the side and pulls me up into him. I go after him, parting my legs and straddling him. We lock eyes and the same smile dances on both of our lips; we’re completely in sync. I go for his cock, curl my fingers around it and lift my hips up. I tease him, rubbing his glans against my drenched folds, but I don’t have his willpower; I last just a few seconds, and then I ease down, impaling myself on his thickness.

I scream again as he bucks his hips at me, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that my G-spot seems like it’s on fire. And then he does it again, and again, and again. I should be the one riding him, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, completely destroying me. He’s fucking me so hard that the concept of time becomes meaningless, all of my existence focused on how amazing it feels to have him inside of me.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath as my insides start to scream, pleasure clawing and biting at my nerve endings. I come again, a wave of ecstasy washing over me before I can even prepare myself for it. I’m not one to curse, but I just can’t help myself right now. Besides, I’m way off my ol’ straight and narrow path, so a little cursing isn’t going to hurt, right? Fuckin’ right.

As I come down from the umpteenth orgasm of the day, I grit my teeth and start to rock my hips against him; at the same time, I lean into him and bury my fingernails into his chest. This time he keeps still, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into the badlands of pleasure. And that’s exactly what I do: my body sways slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for the rhythm of my hips to turn into something so furious I’m actually surprised I’m capable of doing it. I do it until my muscles feel heavy, my lungs on the verge of collapsing and, just like that, I come again. Christ, I don’t think I've ever came this many times during a single day. How am I still conscious?

“I’m… exhausted…” I whisper between breaths, rolling to the side as his cock pops out of me. “But… I… want… more…” I add, commanding my muscles to work together as I go on all fours and wiggle my ass from side to side, summoning Connor.

“That’s my girl,” he says as he goes to his knees, positioning himself behind me. “You make me proud,” he continues as he grabs me by the hips and places his cock against my pussy. This time, there’s no waiting period; he thrusts in one sudden and violent movement, driving his cock so deep inside of me I’m actually surprised he hasn’t cut me in half.

He keeps thrusting until my mind has melted away, all thoughts inside my head just a scattered collection of my lustful imagination. I don’t even feel the passage of time; all I feel is my pussy tightening around his cock, electricity raging through my body as my muscles spasm again. I hiss, my throat feeling sore from the effort, and I close my eyes as this last orgasm chokes whatever rationality still lives in me.

“Take me…” I whisper, breathing so hard I might just pass out. “All of me,” I add, and he knows just what I want. He pulls his cock out and, grabbing it with one hand, slides it up and places it between my ass cheeks, its tip pressing on my asshole. Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.

I grit my teeth as he moves in at a patient pace, pushing his glans against my ass. His shaft follows after, straining against my insides and forcing a scream to claw up my throat. I open my mouth and let it out, my sore throat no longer complaining, or if it is, I don’t even feel it.

When Connor finally sheaths all of his twelve long inches inside of me, I’m burning so hot I might just burst into flames. And when he starts to thrust… Oh, sweet Lord, there’s a Heaven after all. This feels so fucking good you wouldn’t believe it. It hurts, it sure does, but it’s the sweetest kind of pain I have ever felt. I can’t even open my eyes right now. I’m lost in a Universe of pleasure, and it’s almost like I don’t even have a body. It’s my soul that’s feeling all this ecstasy.

“OH GOD! DON’T STOP! DON’T YOU STOP! DON’T… STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, the most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my entire life rising up to meet me. When it finally explodes it’s as if somebody has pulled the plug out of me. I collapse on top of the bed, his cock po

pping out of me harshly, and I lay there like I’m dead, except my limbs are flailing and I’m convulsing as if I’m having a seizure.

“Now that’s impressive,” I hear Connor’s amused voice as if it’s coming from the bottom of a well. Somehow, hearing him jolts me into life and I force myself to turn around and lie on my back. I open my eyes lazily, and he’s still on his knees, looking at me with hungry eyes.

“Now… Don’t stop,” I whisper, my words barely audible. “Stroke yourself for me… I want you to… I want you to come all over me, Connor,” I continue, a tired grin showing on my lips. He just grins at me and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts to move his hand back and forth. I barely blink as I see him stroking himself, completely lost in a trance. And that’s when his cum hits me straight in the face.

The first strand of his seed jumps from his cock in a split second, splatters of cum going right between my eyes. I open my mouth and throw my head back, more thick ropes of it falling into my mouth and over my breasts. In less than a few seconds his warmness is covering my whole chest, and still he keeps coming. I don’t think he has ever came this much before, and it seems there’s still a whole lot more inside of him.

“Fuck,” he groans, gritting his teeth and still stroking himself. My face is completely covered in cum, and I don’t even want to think about the state my hair is in. I grab my breasts and, feeling them wet and slippery, start to rub them as I smear his juices all over me. “Oh, fuck,” he repeats, finally letting go of his cock as the final spurt of cum falls straight on my pussy.

He collapses by my side, lying on his back and closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. Grinning, I turn to him and, without even waiting, I press my cum-coated lips against his. His reaction is a fast one; he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him, my chest pressed against his. The cum that’s covering me starts dripping down onto his body, but he doesn’t seem to care; instead, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, scooping whatever cum I have there and pulling it into his mouth.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Natalie,” he whispers, running his tongue down my chin and onto my neck, licking me dry. Smiling, I grab his hair and yank on it, forcing his head back. He looks straight into my eyes, smiling back at me.

“I love you, Connor D’Avington,” I tell him, my heart bursting with happiness.

“I love you, Natalie…” he says and then, after pausing, his lips widen into a coy smile. “How does Natalie D’Avington sound?”

20

Epilogue As Told By Natalie

“OH MY GOD!” Alicia and Christine cry out at the same time as they run up to meet me. I greet them with a wide smile, and they hug me so tightly that I almost stop breathing. “This place is amazing!” Christine squeals happily, looking around with wide eyes, her face shining with wonder.

“I know, right?” I tell them, hugging them back. I came to St. Albans two weeks ago and I haven’t seen them since. Of course, we FaceTime almost every single day, and they always bury me in questions about what the D’Avingtons are like, and what it’s like to live in St. Albans. So, it was only a matter of time until I invited them to visit me here at the palace. Two minutes after I invited them over, they had already bought their tickets. Two days later they were touching down on the St. Albans Airport; Connor sent a chauffeur to pick them up, and now here they are, marveling at the palace.

That’s right, the palace. Connor and I left New York a few weeks after the final confrontation with Nadia, the anti-royalist mole inside of the Royal Family. We revealed our relationship to the world and, lo and behold, Connor stopped being a pariah. Sure, a few fringe publications still doubt how much he has really changed, but almost everyone knows what I know: Connor D’Avington is a changed man.

“Miracle of love saves St. Albans monarchy,” the NY Daily Journal said on its cover with bold letters over a photo of Connor and I walking hand in hand. Connalie, that’s how the media and fans have been calling our relationship. I never thought I’d have a title rivaling the old Brangelina thing, but that’s what happened. And, as the News of Time Times so succinctly said, “Connalie carried the day against Constitutionalist conspiracy.”

Our relationship was a serious blow to the Constitutionalists, that and the fact that their mole got exposed. Public opinion turned against them and ripped them to shreds before you could even say “Long Live the King.”

And now here I am, sharing a room with Connor in the Royal Palace, right in the beating heart of St. Albans, one of the most beautiful islands in the world. I’ll have to say, I was a nervous wreck coming here. I mean, it’s not every day that you get to meet a King. But King Silas, Connor’s older brother, was nothing but welcoming to me. “My brother is a better man because of you, Natalie,” he told me, and my ego almost blew up at his words.

“Girl, you’re so lucky,” Christine squeals again, looking around the reception hall and walking toward one of the balconies. She steps outside and both Alicia and I follow after her. The balcony overlooks St. Albans' capital city, the streets sprawling underneath us as the lush green vegetation of the island meshes with the tall spires of the buildings. The sun is setting now, its warm light embracing us as we look at the city in silence, taking in everything that happened these last few months.