Obsession (Royally Hot 3)

Tying my horse to a nearby beech tree, I spotted a pair of small, curious eyes in the thicket between me and the old stables. I couldn’t help the grin spreading on my face. Anika’s pet fox, Falroy, followed her everywhere, and I’d grown fond of him myself. After all, he watched out for what mattered most to me. He’d gotten plenty used to seeing me, too, so that he didn’t even run when he found me watching. But he was still her fox, and I knew that bribes helped me keep cover. I didn’t fully understand how the communication between them worked, but for all I knew it was only the treats that kept him from giving away my secrets. From my pocket, I took a piece of dried meat and tossed it to him. He chased it down with a flick of his tail and a rustle of leaves.

Keeping my footsteps soft and steady on the low carpet of ferns, I went around the back of the stables, where a crumbled wall let me get inside without Anika knowing.

I could just barely hear her whispering to her mare, a gift from me, and one I partly regretted since the horse was swift and light-footed, making her fucking difficult to track.

She’d come with the name Rosa, but Anika always called her Rosie. She was a beautiful roan with a cream and gray coat, with dappled spots up her flanks, which made her look much older than she actually was. She had been a prizewinning racer in her day, always fooling everybody because she looked so ordinary. Watching Anika’s every move let me get to know her in a way that nobody else did—I could tell she was happiest on her own, unseen, able to move from place to place unnoticed. Rosie was just the horse for it. A teenage racehorse in a work horse’s skin.

Of course, the saddle and tack provided for a princess at the castle stables were no good for hunting. Princesses were supposed to go for dainty side-saddle rides on the well-kept pathways through our carefully-manicured grounds, always supervised and chaperoned. Not galloping through the forest looking for game animals to bring down and drag home, her face splayed with dirt and blood, the glint of her white teeth through the mess as her smile was never bigger than when she was wild. So instead, she kept the horse here, in a second set of stables that almost seemed to have been made for the purpose, where she could discard the trappings of her status and saddle up for the hunt.

I slipped into an otherwise unused stall, which shared a wall with where Anika always tacked up. As I approached the gap in the stall wall, I steadied my breathing, closed one eye, and looked through at her.

The new blue dress was just falling to her feet. She stood there, half naked before me. And my cock hardened and wept instantly in response.

I knew exactly what she was doing, but every fucking time it turned me on more than I ever thought possible. Each time she managed to slip away, she’d come here and change out of her dress and into peasant’s clothes. She had them in a neatly-folded stack of dirty and grungy linen.

For a while, she’d worn the clothes of a more common woman. But over time, she’d taken to dressing as a young man to give her deeper cover. As disguises went, I had to admit it was fucking decent—she looked every bit the hardworking peasant boy. Her small, firm tits were perfectly suited to the ruse, requiring no binding to hide beneath a loose man’s shirt. Her unruly hair stuffed up into a rough tattered cap. The perfect disguise for a princess that didn’t want to be seen as more than a commoner, except for one thing.

The crossbow.

That, too, had been a gift from me, inlaid with mahogany roses along the bow, her favorite flower. She had no fucking clue it had been me that had it made for her.

Most people in the royal court assumed the gifts came from secret admirers, courtiers who would someday make a move to marry into the family through the king’s stepdaughter. And of course, that idea was also on my uncle’s mind. The only thing he thought Anika was good for was a useful marriage and breeding. He wouldn’t hesitate to make her a pawn in some advantageous alliance.

Breeding, though. Talk about a good idea. Fuck.

I closed my eyes and thought about that—about breeding her myself. Tied to a sawhorse. With a belt around her waist so I could keep her steady as I shot my cum against the opening of her womb.

I forced my eyes open. I needed to see her flesh and I needed it now. She tugged at the tie of her under-blouse and her breasts came free. Goddamn. Those beautiful creamy breasts. Her nipples were slightly oval, puckered and hard with the coolness of the morning air.