Princess Serah and the stable boy

“One and all, I, Princess Serah, would like to thank you for coming to my coronation. As you know, my Father, King Correntha VII, has stepped down and has accelerated my position to queen.”

I read the lines from the page in my most regal tone, each word clipped to perfection and spoke as fluently as I could muster.

In the mirror I saw myself in my sleeping gown. The long flowing fabric was comfortable enough. In two weeks time, I would be hoisted onto the throne as an impromptu queen, in an impromptu fashion.

I sighed. I needed to take a break. I turned around to my magnificent four-post bed and laid down on its comfortable linens. I was petrified of my upcoming life, everyday I was made to practice and learn the ins and outs of being the leader of our small country.

*Fuck this* I thought to myself. *Father is dumping this on me, selfish lout.*

I sat up and stared forward. *I guess I should visit my favorite spot one last time, lord knows I won’t be able to as queen.*

I got up and shed my nightgown, standing nude in the pale moonlight from my window on high.

I was thin and pale, with two small, pert breasts. I’ve been known to catch a stare from the help of the castle once or twice before. I went over to my wardrobe and grabbed my plain burlap cloak, and nothing else.

The coat was thick and covered the entirety of my body. The clasp kept it closed unless I opened it. I put the hood up over my jet-black hair and began to walk out of my room.

My room was at the very highest point of the castle, meaning I had quite a walk before I could exit the castle, and more than one servant to skirt past. Luckily, it wasn’t my first time sneaking out of the castle.

I passed by my fathers room, I put my ear against the door and listened intently. I heard a woman moaning and my father grunting. His favorite maid more than likely, the one he’s leaving his throne for. Good, I can be gone for a while before anyone would patrol my escape route.

I quickly made my way around the castle. I took an old stairway that led to an exit to the Horse stables. If all was right with the world, the stable boy would be home and I could exit without a whisper.

I turned down a grey hallway that led to a wooden door. I opened it and was hit by the pungent odor of the stables. I was used to it, but it didn’t make it any more pleasant. I used to make this journey once or twice a week, but with everything going on, I haven’t the time.

The dirt floor of the stable was cold on my bare feet, it felt nice. I walked slowly as to not spook the horses sleeping in their cubbies.

Then the worst possible thing happened.

The young stable boy turned the corner, carrying a bucket of water.

He noticed me instantly. A wicked smile appeared on his devilish face.

“Princess, it’s been a while.” he said, setting the bucket down.

“Hello, Thomas, you’re awake late. May I ask why that is.” Thomas wasn’t an ugly guy, in fact he was quite handsome, his face was that of a squire, small and cute. His bright amber eyes hid behind his long blonde hair. He had a small frame, but he was strong from his years in the barn.

“Oh, had some last-minute cleaning to do in preparation for your coronation, may I ask you the same?”

“Thomas, you know what I’m doing. Just tell me what you want and I’ll be on my way.”I said.

He smiled his evil little smile again. “You are no fun at all, at least the maid plays along with me.”

“Be careful Thomas, you know the King has a claim for her.”

“Yes yes, I never touched her, don’t worry. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t touch me.”

“You are a pig.”

He stepped forward, close enough I could smell his manly musk. It was intoxicating. “Pig as I might be, at least I have the decency to wear clothes at night.”

He took hold of my cloak clasp and undid it, faster than I could react. Suddenly I was nude in front of him, my heart raced at the excitement.

“Thom-!” He put a hand over my mouth. I looked in surprise at him.

“Princess, you know my price, a minute of your time and enthusiasm and I’ll keep your nightly escapades a secret.”

I rolled my eyes. He took his hand away. “Fine, what do you want me to do this time?” I crossed my arms over my chest, the cold air had made my small nipples grow erect.

He undid his belt buckle and let his trousers fall to the dirt. Ironic that a stable lad was hung like a horse, his cock was massive. “Simple, bend over that hay bale and let me have a bit of fun.”

“And what kind of fun is that?” I asked.

“Let me use that royal snatch to sheath myself for a few moments.”

“Hmm, just don’t impregnate me, can’t have my first son be a bastard can I?” I picked up my cloak and began walking over to the hay bale, I set the cloak down and laid on top of it, exposing my ass to the stable boy.

“Then we get married and it won’t be a bastard.” I could hear his footsteps as he got right next to my exposed assets.

“In your dreams, peasant.” I said playfully.

I could feel his devilish smile burning a hole in the back of my head. He laid his strong, calloused hands on my bare bottom, stroking it softly, sending shivers through my body. He had a gentle strength, and he knew how to really treat a woman.

He pulled right up next to my exposed wetness. His cock rubbed lightly against my already moist folds, glistening his cock in my juices. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, nor did I want to. Thomas may have been a rouge, but he knew how to fuck me.

“Well, princess. You seem eager.” He squeezed my ass, making me yelp. “This royal pussy hasn’t been marked by me in such a long time, and I can see it misses me.”

He rubbed his cockhead against me harder, every pass he threatened to pierce me with his massive member.

“Can you not be a cocky shit for a minute and just fuck me?” I said.

“Princess you know what I want to hear, just tell me that and I can make you feel like a good whore.”

I shivered and breathed for a moment, putting on my princess’s voice, as cute and innocent as I could make myself.

“ Please mister I’m begging you, use me like you would a common whore, my pussy is yours and yours alone. Fuck me into submission, make me your bit-”

I was cut off by the force of his cock slamming inside me, making me moan and groan from it’s size. My body went limp, allowing his massive girth to do whatever he wanted to my tight hole.

Every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through me, each time he trusted all the way inside me, filling me up, just to take it away and repeat the cycle.

I moaned like a bitch in heat, pleasure was the only thing on my mind, the only thing I could think about was how he fucked me. The other servants were too timid, never using me the way Thomas did. He didn’t care who I was, he didn’t care who my father was. He only cared about how he could use my pussy to make him cum.

He treated me like a whore. I needed Thomas to use me this way, I needed him to fuck me like I was only a piece of meat. I was only fuck meat for him.

My first orgasm was intense, I screamed as my muscles tensed and my body reacted to his savage thrusting.

He never stopped when I came, he redoubled his efforts, slamming his massive slab of cockmeat in my walls harder and harder.

The bale moved as he did it, each thrust pushing it slightly.

He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty.

“On your back, now,” he demanded.

I stood, weakly and laid atop the bale, hanging my head over the edge.

He positioned himself and laid his cockhead on my lips. It was covered in my scent. I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed forward, filling my throat with his member.

I tasted bitter on him, it was amazing.

I breathed deeply and closed my eyes as he began gyrating g his hips, he was slow at first, ramping up over time.

The first time I did this it hurt my jaw, now I can take his entire length with no issue. I trained myself just for him. I wanted to be able to please him.

He pumped himself in my throat, I couldn’t breathe well, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was him. I took him greedily, feeling all of his slide against my wet throat. He pressed forward, using his finger against my sensitive pussy, using his finger on my over-stimulated clit. He was so generous.

He made small, fast circles on me, keeping his rhythm in my throat. I felt the pressure build again, my second orgasm was close at hand.

He knew that too, he picked up the pace, fucking my throat faster and playing woth my bud harder. I moaned loudly onto his shaft as my body convulsed, the whole scene too erotic for me to handle. My body tensed as he pumped in my mouth, my muscles tightened, cumming again, harder, so hard I felt a burst of liquid erupt from my nether region.

He pulled himself out of me, leaving me gasping and sputtering. I breathed hard, sucking in oxygen as much as I could.

“You look like a mess fuckmeat,” he said, all playfulness gone from his voice.

“Thank. You. Master.” I breathed out, I forced myself to sit up.

“Im still not satisfied whore. On your knees.”

I nodded and climbed down, getting on my knees in front of his cock.

He didn’t wait for me to do anything, he grabbed my hair and impaled me on his member. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him use my mouth again.

His grip was strong; he fucked my face, hard and fast, barely giving me a chance to breathe. He simply used me to get off, I was nothing more to him but a whore. He pumped hard and fast, my own spit revered down my face to my chest.

He groaned, his orgasm imminent. he pulled me off of him.

I grabbed his cock woth both hands and jerked him off fast and hard until I felt it begin to erupt.

His cum shot hard on my face, in my hair, on my chest, I was covered in his delicious cream. I let go and breathed in his manly musk, it smelled intoxicating.

“Good job whore. Now run along to bed, oh, and on your coronation night, leave your window open. You might have an invader.”

I nodded, grabbed my cloak, wiped off my face. And went back to my room.

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