The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
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She gave a soft series of moans that were like kisses to his ear.
"Answer me properly," he whispered.
"My Prince," she said.
"Ah," he sighed, "that is lovely."
When he opened the door, the room was almost dark. He told the servants he would have his supper now, and he would receive the King immediately.
Beauty he ordered to dine with him, and to remain with him, and he told her firmly that she was to wear no clothing.
"It's my wish to have you naked and always ready for me," he said.
He might have told her she was incomparably lovely, with only her golden hair to clothe her, and the blushes on her cheeks to cover her, and her hands trying so vainly to shield her sex and her br**sts, but he didn't say that aloud.
Rather he took her little wrists and held them behind her back as the table was brought in, and then he ordered her to sit opposite.
The table was not so wide that he couldn't reach her easily, touch her, caress her br**sts if he liked. And reaching out he lifted her chin so that he could inspect her by the light of the servants' candles.
The table was laid with roast pork and fowl, fruit in big glistening silver bowls, and immediately the King stood in the door, dressed in his heavy ceremonial robes, a gold crown atop his head as he bowed to the Prince and waited for the command to enter.
"Your Kingdom has been neglected for a hundred years," said the Prince as he lifted his wine goblet. "Your vassals have many of them fled to other lords; good land lies fallow. But you have your wealth, your Court, your soldiers. So much lies ahead of you."
"I am in your debt, Prince," the King answered. "But will you tell me your name, the name of your family?"
"My mother, Queen Eleanor, lives on the other side of the forest," said the Prince. "In your time, it was my great-grandfather's kingdom; he was King Heinrick, your powerful ally."
The Prince saw the King's immediate surprise and then his look of confusion. The Prince understood it perfectly. And when a blush came to the King's face, the Prince said:
"And in those times you served your time in my great-grandfather's castle, did you not, and perhaps your queen also?"
The King pressed his lips together in resignation and slowly nodded. "You are the son of a powerful monarch," he whispered. And the Price could see that the King would not raise his eyes to see his naked daughter, Beauty.
"I will take Beauty to serve," said the Prince. "She is mine now." He took out his long silver knife and, cutting the hot, succulent pork, he laid several pieces on his own plate. The servants all about him vied with one another to place other dishes near him.
Beauty sat with her hands over her br**sts again; her cheeks were moist with tears, and she was trembling slightly.
"Ass you wish," said the King. "I am in your debt."
"You have your life and your Kingdom now," said the Prince. "And I have your daughter. I will spend the night here. And tomorrow set out to make her my Princess across the mountains."
He had placed some fruit on his plate, and other hot morsels of cooked food, and now he snapped his fingers gently and in a whisper told Beauty to come around the table to him.
He could see her shame before the servants.
But he brushed her hand away from her sex.
"Never cover yourself like that again," he said. He spoke these words almost tenderly, as he lifted her hair back from her face.
"Yes, my Prince," she whispered. She had a lovely little voice. "But it's so difficult."
"Of course it is," he smiled. "But for me you'll do it."
And now he took her and placed her on his lap, cradling her in his left arm. "Kiss me," he said, and feeling her warm mouth on his again, he felt his desire rising too soon for his taste, but he decided he could savor this slight torment.
"You may go," he said to the King. "Tell your servants to have my horse ready in the morning. I won't need a horse for Beauty. My soldiers you've found, no doubt, at your gates," and the Prince laughed. "They were afraid to come in with me. Tell them to be ready at dawn, and then you can say goodbye to your daughter, Beauty."
The King glanced up very quickly to accept the Prince's commands and with unfailing courtesy he backed out of the doorway.
The Prince turned his full attention to Beauty.
Chapter 2
Lifting a napkin he wiped at her tears. She kept her hands obediently on her thighs, exposing her sex, and he observed that she did not try to hide her stiff little pink ni**les with her arms and he approved of this.
"Now don't be frightened," he said to her softly, feeding a little on her trembling mouth again, and then slapping her br**sts so they shivered lightly. "I could be old and ugly."
"Ah, but then I could feel sorry for you," she said in a sweet, tremulous voice.
He laughed. "I'm going to punish you for that," he said to her tenderly. "But now and then just a little very ladylike impertinence is amusing."
She blushed darkly, biting her lip.
"Are you hungry, beautiful one?" he asked.
He could see she was afraid to answer.
"When I ask you will say, 'Only if it pleases you, my Prince,' and I shall know the answer is yes. Or, 'Not unless it should please you, my Prince,' and I shall know the answer is no. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, my Prince," she answered. "I'm hungry only if it pleases you."
"Very good, very good," he said to her with genuine feeling. He lifted a small cluster of glistening purple grapes and fed them to her one by one, taking the seeds out of her mouth and casting them aside.
And he watched with obvious pleasure as she drank deeply from the wine cup he held to her lips. Then he wiped her mouth and kissed her.
Her eyes were glistening. But she had stopped crying. He felt the smooth flesh of her back, and her br**sts again.
"Superb," he whispered. "And were you terribly spoilt before and given everything that you wished?"
She was confused, blushing again, and then full of shame she nodded.
"Yes, my Prince, I think perhaps..."
"Don't be afraid to answer me with many words," he coaxed, "as long as they are respectful. And never speak unless I speak to you first, and in all these things, be careful to note what pleases me. You were very spoilt, given everything, but were you willful?"
"No, my Prince, I don't think I was that," she said. "I tried to be a joy to my parents."
"And you'll be a joy to me, my dear," he said lovingly.
"Answer me properly," he whispered.
"My Prince," she said.
"Ah," he sighed, "that is lovely."
When he opened the door, the room was almost dark. He told the servants he would have his supper now, and he would receive the King immediately.
Beauty he ordered to dine with him, and to remain with him, and he told her firmly that she was to wear no clothing.
"It's my wish to have you naked and always ready for me," he said.
He might have told her she was incomparably lovely, with only her golden hair to clothe her, and the blushes on her cheeks to cover her, and her hands trying so vainly to shield her sex and her br**sts, but he didn't say that aloud.
Rather he took her little wrists and held them behind her back as the table was brought in, and then he ordered her to sit opposite.
The table was not so wide that he couldn't reach her easily, touch her, caress her br**sts if he liked. And reaching out he lifted her chin so that he could inspect her by the light of the servants' candles.
The table was laid with roast pork and fowl, fruit in big glistening silver bowls, and immediately the King stood in the door, dressed in his heavy ceremonial robes, a gold crown atop his head as he bowed to the Prince and waited for the command to enter.
"Your Kingdom has been neglected for a hundred years," said the Prince as he lifted his wine goblet. "Your vassals have many of them fled to other lords; good land lies fallow. But you have your wealth, your Court, your soldiers. So much lies ahead of you."
"I am in your debt, Prince," the King answered. "But will you tell me your name, the name of your family?"
"My mother, Queen Eleanor, lives on the other side of the forest," said the Prince. "In your time, it was my great-grandfather's kingdom; he was King Heinrick, your powerful ally."
The Prince saw the King's immediate surprise and then his look of confusion. The Prince understood it perfectly. And when a blush came to the King's face, the Prince said:
"And in those times you served your time in my great-grandfather's castle, did you not, and perhaps your queen also?"
The King pressed his lips together in resignation and slowly nodded. "You are the son of a powerful monarch," he whispered. And the Price could see that the King would not raise his eyes to see his naked daughter, Beauty.
"I will take Beauty to serve," said the Prince. "She is mine now." He took out his long silver knife and, cutting the hot, succulent pork, he laid several pieces on his own plate. The servants all about him vied with one another to place other dishes near him.
Beauty sat with her hands over her br**sts again; her cheeks were moist with tears, and she was trembling slightly.
"Ass you wish," said the King. "I am in your debt."
"You have your life and your Kingdom now," said the Prince. "And I have your daughter. I will spend the night here. And tomorrow set out to make her my Princess across the mountains."
He had placed some fruit on his plate, and other hot morsels of cooked food, and now he snapped his fingers gently and in a whisper told Beauty to come around the table to him.
He could see her shame before the servants.
But he brushed her hand away from her sex.
"Never cover yourself like that again," he said. He spoke these words almost tenderly, as he lifted her hair back from her face.
"Yes, my Prince," she whispered. She had a lovely little voice. "But it's so difficult."
"Of course it is," he smiled. "But for me you'll do it."
And now he took her and placed her on his lap, cradling her in his left arm. "Kiss me," he said, and feeling her warm mouth on his again, he felt his desire rising too soon for his taste, but he decided he could savor this slight torment.
"You may go," he said to the King. "Tell your servants to have my horse ready in the morning. I won't need a horse for Beauty. My soldiers you've found, no doubt, at your gates," and the Prince laughed. "They were afraid to come in with me. Tell them to be ready at dawn, and then you can say goodbye to your daughter, Beauty."
The King glanced up very quickly to accept the Prince's commands and with unfailing courtesy he backed out of the doorway.
The Prince turned his full attention to Beauty.
Chapter 2
Lifting a napkin he wiped at her tears. She kept her hands obediently on her thighs, exposing her sex, and he observed that she did not try to hide her stiff little pink ni**les with her arms and he approved of this.
"Now don't be frightened," he said to her softly, feeding a little on her trembling mouth again, and then slapping her br**sts so they shivered lightly. "I could be old and ugly."
"Ah, but then I could feel sorry for you," she said in a sweet, tremulous voice.
He laughed. "I'm going to punish you for that," he said to her tenderly. "But now and then just a little very ladylike impertinence is amusing."
She blushed darkly, biting her lip.
"Are you hungry, beautiful one?" he asked.
He could see she was afraid to answer.
"When I ask you will say, 'Only if it pleases you, my Prince,' and I shall know the answer is yes. Or, 'Not unless it should please you, my Prince,' and I shall know the answer is no. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, my Prince," she answered. "I'm hungry only if it pleases you."
"Very good, very good," he said to her with genuine feeling. He lifted a small cluster of glistening purple grapes and fed them to her one by one, taking the seeds out of her mouth and casting them aside.
And he watched with obvious pleasure as she drank deeply from the wine cup he held to her lips. Then he wiped her mouth and kissed her.
Her eyes were glistening. But she had stopped crying. He felt the smooth flesh of her back, and her br**sts again.
"Superb," he whispered. "And were you terribly spoilt before and given everything that you wished?"
She was confused, blushing again, and then full of shame she nodded.
"Yes, my Prince, I think perhaps..."
"Don't be afraid to answer me with many words," he coaxed, "as long as they are respectful. And never speak unless I speak to you first, and in all these things, be careful to note what pleases me. You were very spoilt, given everything, but were you willful?"
"No, my Prince, I don't think I was that," she said. "I tried to be a joy to my parents."
"And you'll be a joy to me, my dear," he said lovingly.
