Royal Obsession (Fated Royals 3)

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 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, 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, except for one thing.

The crossbow.

That, too, had been a gift from me, inlaid with mahogany along the bow with roses, which were her favorite. 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 father’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 fucking ripe, creamy breasts. Her nipples were slightly oval, puckered and hard with the coolness of the forest air.

I felt a growl welling inside me, starting in my cock and getting dangerously close to giving me away. I cupped my erection on the outside of my pants, but it wasn’t enough. So I slid my hand down my pants and gripped my shaft hard.

She let her blouse drop and her knickers as well, so she stood there naked in front of me. Squeezing my cock, I imagined being inside her, pounding her hard in my bed.

You’re all fucking mine.

As I fucked her, I’d feel her pussy tighten around me, the flutter of her walls, her cheeks flushing as she began to come undone underneath me.

I fucking hate you for what you’ve done to me, I’d tell her softly in her ear as she came on me. I’m gonna punish you for it every night until the day we die.

Fisting myself harder, I imagined binding her to the stable wall, teasing her with my mouth, my dick, my fingers. Making her tremble.

Beg for this cock, Princess. Show me you fucking deserve my seed inside you.

She turned away from me, showing me her ass, and it was all I could do not to groan out loud as I jacked off. But then, fucking then, she hinged forward, bending low at her hips, to pick up the shirt she’d left on the stable floor.

I had a perfect view of her spread ass cheeks and her deep pink, flowering pussy from behind. Her lips were slightly darker than the rest of her cunt. The faint light from the open eaves of the stable’s holey tiled roof provided just enough light for me to see the slick, shiny crease between her folds. The only thing that would’ve made it more beautiful was my cum and her virgin blood, trickling out of her. And a jeweled butt plug in her ass.

Fucking Christ. I stroked myself more firmly, barely more than a squeeze and release, mercilessly trapping the blood in the head and my balls, fucking desperate to have my dick inside her.

As she put on her clothes and tucked her long, dark-red hair beneath her hat, I got some level of control over myself. But not much. Seeing her in boy britches fucking murdered me, every goddamned time. Those hips. That ass. Goddamn it, how I wanted my hand prints on that ass… how I wanted my cock inside every hole she had.

Fuck, if I wasn’t careful, I was going to cum right then and there. Wouldn’t be the first time I came while watching her in secret—far from it. But I could just tell this orgasm was going to be explosive. Too fucking risky.

As bad as I wanted—needed—to empty my balls to get some relief, I loosened my grip and got control of my urges. I’d finish myself later that night, growling out her name from between gritted teeth.