The Reluctant Princess by abroadsword
Discover the tantalizing tale of "The Reluctant Princess" by abroadsword, where desire meets duty in an erotic journey of passion and self-discovery. Dive into a world of forbidden romance and captivating encounters that will leave you breathless. Read now for an unforgettable story that ignites the senses!<br/>
A beautiful girl betrothed to an old Prince. A hansom young prince obsessed with steam engines, a meddling father, a fat ugly sister, a gay servant. They don’t write tales like this anymore.
The reluctant Princess.
“I hear Ekaterina von Clausenberg-Epstein is getting married,” King Harald said one morning at breakfast.
“Right,” his eldest son Crown Prince Boris agreed as he pored over his scientific journal.
“To Count Prizen von Wuttenberg.” Queen Anya added.
“Right,” Boris agreed.
“Ekatrina, mother’s best friend’s youngest daughter,” King Harald prompted.
“Right,” Boris agreed.
“Do you ever say anything but right?” King Harald asked?
“Ugh,” Boris answered, “What?”
“Right?” Harald said hopelessly, “Oh damnit boy, why do you not take your nose out of your journal and talk to us?”
“It is exciting father, Mr George Stephenson has produced a dampf locomotiven which goes thirty kilometers in one hour, imagine.”
“And what use is twenty kilometers an hour when a horse can go faster,” King Harald demanded.
“But with twenty tonnes behind, imagine twenty tonnes, two big cannon and ammunition at twenty miles an hour, why with three of them we could invade Bad Wisenban and claim a ransom!” Boris replied excitedly.
“I liked it better when he just grunted,” Princess Sophia announced as yet another slice of thick buttered toast slid effortlessly down her gaping mouth to swell her already quite outrageously bloated frame.
“And when shall you be married my angel?” Queen Anya asked.
“Very soon,” the princess replied, “As soon as I can for I am so fat I find wanking very difficult without a servant to manipulate the broom handle.”
“Sophia!” the King cried, “Not at the breakast table!”
“Oh no, I took it out before I got dressed,” Sophia replied.
“Its a damn good job you’re a Princess or you might fail the virginity test and have to become a whore,” the King replied, “Though no doubt you would enjoy that?”
“What’s hoar?” Little princess Josie asked.
“A type of Frosty morning,” Boris replied swiftly.
“No its not its a fallen woman,” Josie sniggered, “And fatso would need a crane to lift her if she fell!”
“I suppose it will fall to you to exercise the droit de seigneur Harald?” Queen Anya enquired.
“Lord no, dicky ticker, no Boris will have to do it,” Harald replied, “Eh Boris?”
“Sorry father what?” he asked, “For I do believe with a few alterations one might make a baby Stephenson machine to help Sophie masturbate, do you see if the eccentric rod went.”
“I’ll eccentric rod you my lad,” the King said, “No, you have to fuch Ekaterina!” he said, “Cousin Ekaterina?”
“No, let Roger roger her,” Boris said wickedly, “I shall remain celibate like her majesty queen of England Elizabeth!”
“No you damn well won’t, they’ll have you hung as a poofter,” King Harald insisted, “No on her wedding eve you will conjoin with Ekaterina and if she is not pure you shall send her to the brothel!”
“No!” Boris insisted.
“Indeed you will,” the King insisted, “Or I shall withdraw your allowance.”
“In that case I shall go to England to learn Mr Stephenson’s secrets.” Boris announced.
“Yes, maybe he can make me a machine for fuching so I don’t need a smelly husband!” Sophia agreed.
“Or, maybe I shall buy a Stephenson machine if you do fuch Ekaterina.” the King suggested.
“Yes!” Boris agreed, “Excellent!”
“She is very beautiful,” Josie said wistfully, “I do wish I was like her.”
“You are darling,” the queen explained, “Very beautiful.”
“But my titties are tiny Mama!” Josie protested.
“But your waist is tiny,” then queen explained.
“Only because she!” she turned to Sophia, “Steals my food!”
Boris who was more interested in Stephenson engines than titties agreed, “Right,” he said and the whole incident was forgotten.
About three weeks later Boris was in bed reading his scientific journal when Aachen, his manservant knocked politely and entered the room.
“Sire,” he said.
“Fuch off Aachen, I don’t want a wank or a blow job nor do I wish to fuch your ass nor do I want you to fuch mine,” Boris replied putting the ageing pervert firmly in his place.
“A thousand pardons but I have a young lady for you,” Aachen apologised.
“What in gods name?” Boris asked.
“Hello Boris,” Ekaterina said as she stepped around the door in her sparkling white pure virginal robes, the candle light sparkling off her golden hair, “I believe you have to despoil me.”
“No,” Boris insisted.
“But sire, your father said if you don’t you don’t get a Stephenson engine,” Aachen reminded him.
“Oh very well if I must,” Boris agreed, “Leave us!”
Aachen withdrew as Boris slipped from the bed wearing only his white bed smock which barely reached his knees and a red wooly hat and bowed slightly as Ekaterina curtsied..
“Boris,” Ekaterina said awkwardly, “I know you don’t like girls, everybody knows you are as queer as a three Mark note, but if you say I was pure then I won’t tell you couldn’t get it up.”
“Queer, what do you mean queer, I am not queer, I do not sleep with men why the very thought turns my stomach,” Boris protested, “No when I was small father warned me that if I slept with whores my cock would drop off and I wouldn’t be able to pee any more, I don’t want that, I want to stay pure for when I marry.”
“Exactly,” Ekaterina agreed, “And that is why I only let my Prizen squeeze my titties and put his fingers in me, and his thumb too, sometimes.
“Really?” Boris asked.
“You won’t tell will you?” Ekaterina asked hopefully.
“No, though if you like him pawing you why not become a whore?” Boris asked.
“I want a husband and a big castle and a fast carriage,” Ekaterina insisted.
“How fast?” Boris asked.
“Why twenty thousand hectares!” Ekaterina replied.
“No not vast, fast, how fast the carriage?” Boris asked
“Just fast, faster than everyone else,” Ekaterina replied.
“I tried that,” Boris enthused, “I tried four horses, two pairs like a square four but two look up the asses of the other two, so I tried a straight transverse four, you know four wide but it was too wide, then six in three pairs then I put six in a line like a straight six but do you know.”
“Six horses!” said Ekaterina, “Gosh!”
“Oh yes and then I tried eight in a vee formation,” Boris explained.
“A vee eight, how exciting, maybe,” Ekaterina said, “You could try Ten!”
“Ten, a Vee Ten?” Boris asked bewildered.
“Or a Vee twelve or a,” Ekaterina paused.
“What?” Boris asked awkwardly for he was becoming aware he had a rapidly swelling erection.
“A Vee Fouteen!” Ekaterina said triumphantly.
“It would be unbalanced,” Boris said as his penis softened slightly.
“A vee sixteen then!” Ekaterina cried.
“My god!” Boris cried as his cock skin threatened to burst with excitement, “Why not use a Stephenson engine instead.”
“Because it runs on tracks,” Ekaterina said, “And we have no tracks.”
“So what know you of Stephenson engines?” Boris asked.
“I saw a Watt engine in Munchen,” Ekaterina admitted, “It seemed so manly and strong!”
“Do you lust after steam engines?” Boris asked.
“Indeed,” Ekaterina said, I get Prizen to hiss like steam hisses when he fingers me and I pretend it is an engine piston in me but.”