“But what?” Boris asked.
“He stinks like a horse,” she said.
“Ah,” Boris said awkwardly.
“And his fingers are all calloused and horrible.” she admitted.
“So why marry him?” Boris asked.
“Well you are queer,” she said as she started to explain, “And your brother is too young and Heinz is too old and.”
“I am not queer,” Boris snapped, “Why do you think I have this tent pole in my smock? do you think it is because Aachen is behind you, no, you stand there all beauty and talk dirty to me and I get excited, is that queer?”
“Talking of engines is dirty?” Ekaterina queried, “How is engines dirty?”
“The oil and the coal,” Boris cried and he rushed across the room, his erection flapping painfully, “Look my perfume!” he said , “Specially blended!” he grabbed the bottle and handed it to Ekaterina, she sniffed at it.
“Machine oil,” she said, “I tried some and my cunt was sore for days.”
“I put it behind my ears,” Boris explained.
There was a knock on the door, “Boris, have you finished?” King Harald demanded.
“No father, Ekaterina does not love Prizen,” Boris announced.
“So what,” Harald exclaimed, “He has a big house, what more does she want?”
“A Stephenson engine father,” Boris explained.
“She can have yours when you grow up!” Harald suggested.
“We could share one?” Boris suggested.
“I suppose so,” Ekaterina agreed, “But we don’t have one!”
“We could make one?” Boris suggested.
“You have a piston,” Ekaterina suggested and she moved towards Boris and gripped his shaft gently.
“And we could put it in your mouth,” said Boris.
“Or my vagina,” said Ekaterina, “Yes for my vagina is hot and moist and all ready for your cock,” she lied hopefully, “Would you like to feel?”
“Thank you,” Boris agreed as he lifted the hem of Ekaterina’s smock, “I should like that very much.”
“Ooohhh,” Ekaterina protested, “Stop it that is my ass hole.”
“Then where is your cunt?” Boris asked, “You said it was leaking?”
“I lied you idiot,” Ekaterina admitted, “I am not turned on at all by talk of Steam engines, I just want to be somebody, you understand? If I can let Prizen paw me I thought, then why not you, but at least my Prizen kisses me and lies that I am beautiful and plays with my titties before he gropes me.”
She ripped her smock open, “See here, are my tits not glorious?” she demanded as she stood before him naked.
“You scare me,” Boris admitted, “Come to bed and let us see what the morrow brings.”
“Typical!” she snorted, “Men!” but as Boris climbed back into bed she followed desperately pulling her ruined smock back on.
“Will you sleep this side?” Boris asked.
“Who cares?” Ekaterina asked and she lay down beside Boris and began to sulk.
Boris rang the bell, Aachen appeared rather too quickly, “A blow job Sire?” he asked.
“Put the candles out would you,” he said.
“Oh,” Aachen replied, “The young lady should go home.”
“The manservant should mind his business,” Boris snapped, “Candles, now.”
The candles snuffed out one by one and Boris kissed Ekaterina gently on the cheek.
“Good night,” he said softly.
“Great,” Ekaterina replied, “Get me a candle would you I fancy a wank.”
“What?” Boris exclaimed.
“I’m sick of being a virgin Ok, I want something stiff inside me!” she insisted.
“But!” Boris whined.
“You had your chance!” Ekaterina reminded him, “Candle Now!”
“Oh if you must,” Boris agreed as the last of the candles flicked out and Aachen handed a still smoking candle to Ekaterina.
“Idiot!” she protested as as she snapped off the hot end and tossed it at Aachen.
“Will that be all sir?” he asked.
“Yes fuch off and come not back until morning!” Ekaterina suggested.
“Goodnight sir!” he called and stomped sulkily from the room.
“You’re surely not going to?” Boris asked but it was obvious from Ekaterina’s struggles that she was indeed trying to force the candle up her rather tight snatch.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Oh very well, get on with it!” Boris insisted,
“It’s not that easy,” Ekaterina insisted.
“Oh let me,” Boris requested.
“No!” Ekaterina replied mis understanding but Boris’s knee was already tight against the waxen shaft pressing up Ekaterina’s virgin cunt, “No, No, Agggghhhhhhhhh,” she screamed and she realised the candle was deep inside her.
“Oh my god!” she squealed, “I am ruined.”
“Perhaps now I will get some sleep,” Boris suggested.
“Great,” Ekaterina replied, “Wunderbar!”
“So sleep,” Boris ordered.
Ekaterina lay beside Boris, her insides wracked with pain as she removed the candle to be replaced by pain and emptiness when she removed it and threw it across the room.
“It hurts,” she said.
“Serves you right,” Boris replied, “Try wanking with your thumb.”
“Suddenly you’re an expert, typical!” she declared.
“Let me then,” Boris replied and he reached out to touch Ekaterina’s soft downy pubes and the hot moistness of her bruised cunt.
He ran his hands over her soft inner thighs and pushed a finger into her gaping hole.
“What are you waiting for?” Ekaterina asked.
“I have three fingers inside already,” he replied.
“Oh,” Ekaterina replied.
“Just a moment I have an idea,” Boris suggested and he rolled over between Ekaterina’s now wide spread knees and pressed his straining cock gently into Ekaterina’s sopping eager hot cunt as he lowered his chest down onto her pert tits crushing her erect nipples so he could kiss her neck.
“Oh Boris that’s so nice,” Ekaterina lied as she felt Boris cock thrusting inside her like an avenging sword.
“For me also it is wonderful,” he agreed.
“Yes, it is nice,” Ekaterina agreed, but she thought a moment, “Why am I lying, it hurts, stop!”
“It is too nice. I cannot stop.I am sorry,” Boris apologised.
“Oh god, why am I so stupid?” Ekaterina asked.
“Because you are a woman with a small brain,” Boris explained.
“That must be it,” Ekaterina agreed, “You have Ten seconds and then I shall scream!”
“Oh,” Boris replied, “Then I shall finish,” he agreed as his cock felt it was about to burst.
“Aggghhhhh!” Ekaterina screamed as Boris started to cum.
“That, uggh, wasn’t ugggghh, ten.” Boris said angrily as his creamy cum flooded Ekaterina’s parts cooling and soothing.
“Oh!” she gasped, wide eyed suddenly, “Oh Boris!”
“Ekaterina?” he said as he flopped against her completely spent
“Boris?” she replied.
“Yes?” he replied.
“That was nice,” she explained.
“Yes,” he agreed.
“Will you take it out please?” she asked.
“No, I want this to last for ever,” Boris insisted.
“I need to get some sleep,” Ekaterina explained.
“I am getting hard again.” Boris replied, “A moment please.”
“You have done your duty,” Ekaterina explained, “I am no longer a virgin, in fact I am entirely ruined.”
“ I too am a virgin no longer ,” Boris replied, “I too am ruined.”
“Don’t be a complete idiot all your life,” she insisted but as his cock hardened again he started to hump her once more.
“Boris, stop,” Ekaterina ordered.
“No, I now realise I like fuching,” Boris explained, “Why did you never ask me to fuch you before?”
“Boris, you are the Prince, you are the man, it was for you to ask,” Ekaterina explained.
“But do you not like me fuching you?” Boris asked.
Ekaterina thought a moment, Boris’s cock actually felt quite nice she decided and more important he didn’t stink of horses like Count Prizen.