The Princess and the King

It’s time for the annual royal Bacchanal, and the Princess couldn’t be more excited! Little does she imagine that her joyously anticipated day of anonymous, meaningless sex will be complicated by an unexpected romantic entanglement, a series of taboo encounters, and a nearly heartwarming lesson in the art of lovemaking by her own loyal subjects…

The first release in Princess Pietra’s Raunchy Royal Revelries series, The Princess and the King is a funny, bawdy romp in which literally EVERYONE wants to storm the Princess’ castle! Read on for an excerpt!

 

Chapter 1

It was my favorite day; the day of the feast called the Bacchanal which, every year, I looked forward to celebrating in company with my friends, attendants, and an assortment of well-wishers, most of whom could be relied upon to fill me with pleasure, whatever their age and whatever their sex. Actually, as I was just beginning my twentieth year, this was only to be my third Bacchanal, but already I thought of it like a treasured old friend, whose springtime visits brought such joy and gaiety to the palace and all its inhabitants. And this year, I was sure, would bring great changes for me. For much as I had enjoyed my first two events, I confess I had been somewhat inhibited by the lingering shyness of my teen years, and the natural demureness of the fair sex when it came to putting my goodies out on display, which my dear mother had been careful to impart to me prior to running off with a pack of gypsies some years before. But as the recently come-of-age princess and newly recognized heir to the throne, I now felt it my duty to preside over the royal saturnalia in a manner befitting one who rules, which is to say that I was a strong believer in leading by example.

Therefore, it should come as no wonder that in the interval between the third and fourth courses of breakfast, which, at the king’s table, was, by tradition, given over to carnal revelry, I was to be found face down on the giant oaken slab that nearly filled the huge hall with my hands on my ass, my cheeks spread apart, yelling “Come and get it!” at the top of my lungs.

They came thundering across the hall, the knights and the lords and the servants and butlers, because in my father’s kingdom, the Bacchanalia was celebrated without regard to rank or position. It was the one day a year in which kings and commoners truly were equal, and in which a young nubile princess might finally indulge whatever fancies she had been storing up since the last Bacchanal. Unfortunately for me, I had many such fancies – more than could possibly be concluded in twenty-four hours.

“What’s with you and the butt-fucking?” the Court Jester said, jerking his head in the direction of my backside, causing his belled cap to jingle at me. He had, as usual, appointed himself the unofficial guardian of my unrobed person, and was sitting cross-legged a few feet in front of me, the only man or woman in sight in a full state of dress.

“What’s wrong with it?” I squealed, feeling the latest member penetrating so far up my tookus that it stuck in my throat.

“You don’t look very comfortable,” he observed, watching me squirm under the girth of an oversized cock that had no business trying to pack itself into my tiny pink box.

“It’s a pleasurable pain,” I assured him, grunting under the strain of trying to keep my ass from exploding. “Nothing else like it.”

“If you say so,” he said doubtfully. “You seem to be sweating an awful lot.” He ran his loose sleeve over my forehead; it came away dripping.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” I retorted, reaching back with my hands and futilely attempting to spread my cheeks wider.

“You don’t even look at these guys. Don’t you even care who’s plowing your ass?”

“Why? What difference does it make?”

I liked him all right, but honestly, sometimes I didn’t understand the Court Jester.

“Well, maybe it doesn’t,” he conceded. “But what if it’s your father?”

“Wha – ?” I turned to look behind me, and sure enough, there was the king, thrusting his enormous dick over and over into my asshole, his face the picture of glee.

“Daddy!” I protested. “What are you doing?”

“Whoops!” he said, not pausing in the slightest. “Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t know it was you.”

“How could you not know it was me?” I cried indignantly.

He raised his head and tried to look regal. I groaned as his giant cock shifted position. I was fairly confident that I was looking less-than-regal right now.

“I may be the king, but I am only human,” he pronounced with dignity. “I see a cute, shiny pink asshole, laid out on my table as if it’s a gift, attached to a well-formed woman lying face down and yelling ‘Come and get it!’ What do you expect me to do, look at her face?”

“Okay, fine, but you have to stop now.”

He grabbed onto my hips, shoved himself all the way into me and held his cock firmly in position deep in my ass. I felt my stomach churning and was suddenly glad I’d skipped the eating part of this breakfast. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so full in my life.

“Daddy! Sheesh, where did you even get a cock like that?” I peered over my shoulder at him suspiciously. “Have you been weight-lifting under your robes? Because, you know, your doctor said…”

“Come, now, sweetheart,” he pleaded, dropping the royal attitude but ignoring my question. “I’m almost done. Besides, it’s in the spirit of the festival, isn’t it?”

He put his hands on my cheeks and massaged them, then wiggled his cock in a circle inside me. I moaned in spite of myself.

“See, what did I tell you? Besides, you know how strongly I feel about finishing something you’ve started. In for a penny, in for a POUND!”

He wasn’t kidding about the pound. His final thrust sent my body flying across the table and my face into the Court Jester’s lap.

“See you later, sweetheart!” I heard the king calling to my backside as a tremendous dollop of warm, sticky stuff oozed out of my crack.

I glanced up at the Court Jester. He was sighing and shaking his head, but beneath my chin, something bulged inside his tights.

“Well, as long as I’m here… Come on now, out with it!”

He grinned rather sheepishly but didn’t protest when I pulled out his cock. I was very surprised. In previous years I had made the suggestion, and each time he had refused me. That he would refuse me at all was strange enough. But that he would stop refusing was even stranger. Why the change?

Alas, this was no time for irrelevant questions. I held the heretofore mysterious member and examined it curiously. His was one of very few palace penises that had so far eluded my grasp. I confess I was relieved to find that it was perfectly average.

“Much better,” I said, popping it into my mouth and enjoying its fresh, unused taste.

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, gently touching his hand to the top of my head. “But don’t you still have duties to perform in the, uh, rear?”

I turned my head and looked behind me. A fistfight seemed to have broken out over my ass; the two gentlemen at the head of the line were punching each other with reckless abandon, their erect cocks doing battle on a second front beneath them. One of the sneakier fellows had ducked around them and was lurching his way over to our end of the table.

I sighed. “Guess I’d better. For the sake of peace in the kingdom. Don’t worry, though; I can do both.”

I popped his dick back into my mouth and swallowed it up to the shaft, causing me to gurgle deep in my throat.

“Is it too much?” he said anxiously.

“Mmm! MMM!” I screamed silently.

It wasn’t because of him, though. Somewhere behind me, I could swear I felt two dicks in my ass…

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