at Tudors

The friendship between the Princesses began, fittingly, not in a grand ballroom or courtly parade, but in a muddy courtyard in The Hague during a diplomatic luncheon gone terribly wrong. Princess AdriAriane of Utrecht, eldest daughter of the Duke of Utrecht, was five years old when she escaped from her governess's grip and attempted to scale the palace kitchen wall from outside in search of honey cakes. At the same time, the Baron of Friesland's six-year-old Princess Cat, bookish, composed yet definitely mischievous herself, saw her leave and had an idea of her own. She raced after her, then finally spotted AdriAriane halfway up the wall, skirts tangled, and offered her a knee boost. Failing miserably, they both tumbled into a puddle of water that was right below and squealed loudly in mirth.

Alexia, a smaller and slightly crooked-toothed girl from the Dutch port city of Delft, had already been watching them from behind a hedge. She was the illegitimate daughter of a widowed minor nobleman who had little significant influence and even less parenting skills, and often lost his daughter, Alexia who had a habit of slipping away from tutors and balls, and hiding in bushes to observe people. She found the sight of two royal girls soaked to the bone and laughing hysterically to be the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen.

"Can I play in the trough too?" she asked approached them boldly but asked shyly. The two princesses nodded excitedly and motioned toward the girl. Soon enough, all three of them were soaked through within seconds and giggling madly. They were promptly found by three footmen and a dismayed chief kitchen maid and were scolded severely while the kitchen maids ran around in terror trying to find a way to clean up the muddied filthy princesses.

From that soggy afternoon onward, the trio became inseparable, meeting at royal events, festivals, and summer diplomatic retreats. By the time they were fourteen, their noble parents became exasperated and mortified by their tendencies to sneak off together to do deplorable things with stable boys and guards and generally just males wherever they could find them.

Ariane was once caught face down, derrière up behind a stable, being pounded into furiously from the back by a sweaty flushed stable boy. The footman who had found them had stabbed through the boy with his sword immediately, assuming immediately that he was raping her. Ariane shrieked and turned around, cheeks flushed, beautiful strawberry milk teats hanging out the top of her loose bodice and skirts yanked up. Fluid dropped from between her legs as she glared at the footman who was increasingly becoming uncomfortable with the Princess's partial nudity and to his horror, his own awakening cock that was tenting his breeches.

"Now why did you have to do that?" she huffed and gestured at the stable boy who was now very not-alive crumpled in a pool of blood at their feet. "I was enjoying that!"

The footman looked on incredulously, shocked and horrified. Ariane was making no movements to dress up more, no, in fact she was eyeing him and meeting his gaze with her own sly seductive one.

"Well, now you have to make up for it, don't you think big boy?" She purred lowly, pushing her hair back to reveal her succulent bosom in its entirety to his gaze and spreading her legs out wider. Her generous heavy hanging breasts and pink, hairless glistening pussy winked at the footman and his cock strained heavily and unbearably against his pants. He wasn't to be blamed after all, Ariane was a very beautiful girl. She had long strawberry blonde hair that always seemed a little wild, no matter how tightly it was pinned. It shone like copper in the sunlight and curled softly at the ends. Her skin was fair with a few golden freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, and her green eyes were bright and full of mischief and seduction.

Luckily, at least for the footman, the thumping hooves of horses and rumbling wheels of carriages broke the spell Ariane was currently casting on him and the footman took off running. The carriage turned out to be carrying Ariane's mother who was livid and boiling at finding her daughter in such a state of undress and the dead boy at her feet. It cost her dad at least 20,000 pounds covering the incident up, only for the footman to return a few days later to ravish her to satisfaction on her bed.

Catharina-Amalia was caught next by her maid-in-waiting just a few days later. She had invited a wayward prince from the kingdom two towns over to her room and was in the process of giving him fellatio. Her maid burst into her room to ask what dress she wanted to wear to the ball scheduled in three days but was instead greeted by the sight of Cat who was bent over the boy, her lips covering his large member and her head bobbing with lewd, pleghmy sounds. The sight of Cat's pussy open wide, bent over towards the door, uncaring of the unlocked state of said door and her continued persistence in sucking off the male she had with her was too much for the poor woman to bear. She screamed loudly, dropping the clothes she was holding, and that was when the two teenagers finally acknowledged her presence. The boy flew off from under Cat and jumped through the window, escaping, just as other maids and a few other guards ran into the room. The guards immediately ran back out in shock and mortification at Cat's undressed yet unbothered state and proceeded to chase the boy instead. Cat yelled expletives at the maids and stood up, huge tits bouncing and swaying with her annoyed movements and slammed her door in their faces.

The maids could genuinely not believe their eyes and delayed telling her parents who were due to be back from a business trip in the neighboring town in a few hours. Sweet, kindly, sensible Cat was doing something so vile and despicable. When her parents arrived, they reported it though but they couldn't believe it. There was no way their sweet little girl was capable of such. Cat who looked like she belonged in a painting. Her hair was pale gold, smooth and straight, and always perfectly neat. She had soft features with deep calm blue eyes that looked like the sky just before rain. Her skin was clear and light, and her lips were naturally pink and gently carved. She was quiet and graceful, and her beauty was one that her mother bragged about in fierce pride and her father wagered would get him a fetching price for her and wealthy son-in-law indeed. Their rude awakening from their delusional expectations of Cat happened with a few more of her sexual escapades with random comment boys and weak willed princes.

Alexia was almost certainly the worst out of their trio. She was constantly escaping the palace on stolen horses and even on foot to find drunk farmers, construction workers and commoner teenage boys to have a rough shag with. The breaking point for her parents was when she was caught in an alleyway, drunk and hallucinating on locally produced hallucinogens, choking happily on a dirty farmer's cock while being pounded hard from behind by another rough weather beaten commoner. The footmen who had found them slew all the men present and carried her home naked save a thick cloak wrapped around her, as her clothes had been torn to shreds by the men.

Her parents were beyond heavy with misery when they saw the state of their daughter, thinking she had gone out and gotten raped by a group of men, but to their horrified shock, she got boiling mad at them and yelled at them for daring to run her "adventurous" fun.

Somehow, news of the other's wayward hyper sexual children reached each of the girls' parents and they held emergency meeting after emergency meeting to decide what to do with the girls. They were horrified and the meetings usually ended with the mothers in tears and the fathers' faces grief stricken and pale white as they shared stories of their daughters' escapades. After separating and forbidding them to speak to each other failed horribly, they sought other ways.

"They need structure and severe whipping into shape," Ariane's mother said finally to the parents of both Alexia and Cat, and her husband, "They are young women who are to be future queens and we have tolerated this animalistic barbaric behavior from them for the last time. I have an academy in mind."

Lady Boleyn's was not just a school. It was a strict authoritarian institution known for combining classical Dutch education with modern English refinement, and more unconventionally, grooming young ladies personally into future submissive queens. More importantly, it was one of the few academies in Europe where noble girls could attend without being split by rank, and not separating the girls was very important as the parents of the girls had witnessed. This meant that AdriAriane, whose family was technically the most powerful of the trio, could still share a dormitory with Cat and Alexia without scandal. The girls were grateful but less than thrilled to have to go at all.

When they arrived at Lady Boleyn's Academy for Noble Young Women, the girls expected a prison dressed up in sad miserable garbs. Their parents had made it sound like the end of the world, a place with icy halls, no laughing, no running, and daily lessons on how not to be a disgrace to their respective crowns. They had been warned, threatened, and practically marched into the carriage under armed watch. Ariane's mother had wept bitterly during departure, clutching a handkerchief like she was seeing her daughter off to exile. Cat's father whispered, "Make me proud," and then nearly tripped over his own haste to get away from her. Alexia was given a long scroll of things not to do. She rolled it up when they were in the carriage and used it to swat flies, eventually throwing it out the window a few miles into the journey.

They didn't cry or aulk, but they did prepare for battle. Ariane tucked a tiny silver knife into the lining of her corset, along with three flasks of brandied tea and straight up alcohol tucked into her bodice while Alexia, in typical Alexia fashion, brought seven escape plans. Each one was scrawled in invisible ink; lemon juice on crisp folded parchment which was hidden inside the pages of her mathematics workbook. She brought a candle too, just in case decoding needed to be done after lights out. Looking back, they were really so silly because what they found was something else entirely.

Lady Theodora Boleyn herself met them at the gate. She was a tall dramatic woman, who was entirely too amused for someone in charge of reforming wayward girls. Her gown was a deep burgundy, lined with real fur, and she wore rings on every finger like a queen in disguise. She studied each of the girls with a wry expression as they all watched the carriage the girls had come in take its leave.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, she smiled.

"I read the letters from your parents," she said in a voice warm like firelight. "All of them. Fascinating mischief from all three of you, I must admit. It is however, frankly long overdue in a generation so obsessed with perfection from healthy girls with healthy sex drives. You'll still have to learn what your parents sent you here to become, and it will be strict education, but here, you'll do that alongside exploring your true selves."

The girls exchanged a glance in shock, and then a moment later, a smile. Well, would you look how things turned out, Cat thought, her brilliant mind already scheming. 

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Their private lessons as usual began with Mr Flint giving them a "recap" of what they did the previous class. This started with him calling Alexia to the front of the class that consisted of only four of them; Alexia, Mr Flint, Ariane and Cat, to reenact their last class. Mr Flint was one of the six male teachers employed by the school to "teach" the girls sex education. They were carefully handpicked by Lady Boleyn herself to attend to the girls, and all the teachers were equally loved by all the girls in the academy. Well, maybe they all loved Mr Flint in particular a little too much.

Alexia bounded up excitedly to the front of the small room and poised herself right in front of the tall, muscular man and smiled sweetly up at him. He grinned his million-pound smile down at her and brought his hand to her waist, and dragging her toward him. She gasped, flushing and trembling with excitement, yet far from shy.

"Show me yourself darling, and recite what I taught you yesterday," Mr Flint drawled, stepping back a little from her and rolling up his sleeves. He leaned back against his desk and crossed his powerful arms over his chest, his lips pulled into an amused expectant smirk.

Without wasting time, Alexia began to strip slowly and sensually, dragging out each pull of fabric from her skin and gauging the teacher's reaction from under her hooded eyelids.

"The nipple is a very sensitive part of the chest," she said as she revealed her subject matter slowly. "It's created for breastfeeding originally and prudish culture wants it to remain so, but pleasure can be derived from it due to its many nerve endings. When twisted and suckled on properly in a sensual manner, a woman can come from nipple stimulation alone." She stood expectantly facing Mr Flint who was staring hungrily at her bare succulent voluptuous bosom. He pushed off the table and immediately took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and Alexia squealed in pleasure, her legs buckling and nethers wetting in anticipation.

To her momentary dismay, Mr Flint's skilled ministrations didn't last very long and he soon pulled away after giving very short but terrific attention to both her nipples. She mewled a bit at the loss but he gave her a reassuring pat.

"Go on," he said and wiped his mouth, his smile a little wider now. Alexia obeyed, and with every inch of skin she revealed to the bare air, Mr Flint was there to lap her up like she was his delectable favorite candy. She continued to narrate all the points from their last class through his ministrations;

"The stomach is also sensitive and is an erogenous zone for many girls, and when blindfolded, can open up a whole new world of pleasure than common." Mr Flint proceeded to blindfold her with her sash before caressing, sucking and kissing all over her bare creamy unblemished skin. "The calves and things, especially the inner thighs are also erogenous zones that can make a girl cum penetration free." He ministered to those parts too. "And then the vagina, the star of the show is the most sensitive of all," she whispered with bated breath as Mr Flint drew her towards the table, lay her on it and stepped aside to show the girls.

"I believe this is where we stopped last class girls," he said with a smile, opening Alexia's legs wider for the class. "Like I said before and as Alexia has kindly reminded us, the vagina is the the most sensitive part of the female body. It is capable of bringing you pleasure far beyond a normal orgasm. You can reach orgasmic levels of pleasure with this organ without even orgasming."

The girls widened their eyes in wonder and anticipation and Mr Flint began to yank Alexia's clothes until they were completely off her body. He spread Alexia up and motioned for the girls to gather round.

"I would be performing this on each of you after this of course, but I want you to pay close attention so you can see it before you experience it," he drawled again in his smooth, confident timbre of a voice and knelt in front of Alexia's ajar limbs. 

He played with her firm pussy lips with two of his strong, sure fingers, pulling, rubbing and pinching. Soon enough, her organ was pink with anticipation and the thorough attention from the man. Her legs began trembling just as Mr Flint stood up and took his hard member out of the unzipped space of his dress slacks. He didn't unbutton the trousers nor did he even loosen his belt. His shirt remained tucked in, and his bulging, angry red cock was the only skin apart from his face and hands showing. 

It was so hot to the girls in its own way. He gripped his huge weapon and rubbed on Alexia's quivering pussy. The small firm nub at the top of her hole was rubbed incessantly by the bulbous head of his cock and he massaged her pussy till she was breathless and moaning, uncaring of how she looked to her observant, equally aroused audience.

Finally, he sank into her in one smooth glide and immediately began to piston his hips, but in different directions each time he thrusted in. He took one of her breasts into his right hand and played with her nipple, pinching it, rubbing it between his fingers and even slapping at her breast thrice. In his left hand, he played with her orgasm inducing nub; rubbing, pulling and even lightly pinching at few intervals. Alexia was in heaven at this point. She mewled loudly with every thrust into her red cArianel, and with every part of her body his skilled hands touched.

As he increased his thrusts in tempo, so did Alexia's squeals and screams, and soon enough, her legs began to tremble violently, making Mr Flint go even faster. In a few seconds, she convulsed madly, her eyes rolling back into her head and she squirted liquid in a strong stream all over Mr Flint, and the two girls quickly moved out of the way, amazed and enthralled, with anticipation building in their guts.

Alexia spurted some weak squirts before she fell back on the desk, limp and passed out. Mr Flint pulled out of her, his cock still standing hard and proud and rang a little bell behind his desk. In a few minutes, one of the other teachers, Mr Felix came into the room with a huge fur cloak and picked a passed out Alexia from the table and left the room with her.

"What Mr Felix is going to do to Alexia is aftercare, which is very important Alexia a girl has passed out from a huge sexual outburst like that. That's chapter six actually, so you won't get taught just yet, you'll only experience it," he said casually, wiping his wet face and hands with a handkerchief. "Excuse me Ladies, I'll take a quick bath and join you in about ten minutes. Cat, you're up next."

When he left the room, Cat and Ariane loooked at each other for a few seconds and burst into giggles. 

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Meg?" Ariane asked amidst her giggles and Cat nodded, her cheeks flaming hot.

"I think I am. Let's take off our clothes now and wait for him."

They proceeded to do just that, stripping themselves clumsily out of their layered clothes and bodices and underpants. They kicked their bogus load to the side of the room took positions. Cat knelt on the floor with her voluptuous breast titled upwards while Ariane sat on the desk and bent her knees so her own pussy was on full display, ready to be ravaged.

In less than a minute, Mr Flint came back into the room, shirtless this time but still wearing his pants. Before he glanced at them, he opened his mouth to speak until he regarded them both. He looked startled for a second but then a slow smile spread onto his face and he let out a huff of amusement.

"What's this, girls?" He asked, his smirk evolving into a full-teethed smile. 

Ariane, the bolder one, slid her hands down to her pussy and began to finger herself with a throaty moan before licking her fingers off. She looked at him through her long blond lashes and purred, "we love to share Mr Flint, and we want you to fuck us at the same time."

"Do you now? This isn't part of the courseware, you know," He teased, already taking his massive cock out of his pants.

"Yes we know," Cat chirped in seductively, rubbing her own breasts to egg him on. "But it would be so much fun, Mr Flint."

He huffed an amused laugh, shook his head and walked up to them both. He grabbed Cat by her hair a bit roughly and she moaned into it, pleasure spiking up her belly. He shoved his cock into her mouth, but gently so she didn't gag. Eager to please, she began to bob up and down on his cock, taking him in deep and feeling satisfied and proud of herself when she was able to get a deep groan out of him. She swallowed every inch of cock until it felt like Mr Flint was right in her stomach and her nose touched his fresh-smelling pubes. 

While Cat serviced him on the floor, Mr Flint had yanked Ariane to her back, angled up her hips and was eating her organ like she was meat and he was a man starved for years. A few seconds later and he grabbed Cat up by her hair, and turned them both over to their stomach and plunged into Cat first.

She screamed in esctasy as that magic cock plunged into her, massaging all the sensitive parts inside her and gliding along her walls. Too soon, Mr Glint had pulled out and plunged into Ariane too who squeaked and gripped the desk for balance. He continued to alternate between them in short intervals, thrusting harshly and fingering in fast tempo the girl he wasn't penetrating at the moment. Soon enough, Cat titled over the orgasmic edge and came with a scream and trembling legs. Ariane followed soon after at the harsh tempo of Mr Flint's cock and he pushed them both down to their knees.

They blinked up at him with owlish sated eyes on their knees and their nipples peaking as they were hard. At this sight, Mr Flint began to stroke his cock whilst grabbing both of their heads through their hair in one hand. In seconds, he was spilling all over their faces and breasts with hard sharp grunts. Moving like twins with the same mind, they both leaned in to lick at and suck the remaining spew off his cock and he jerked with the overstimulation.

"Well, that's all for today's class girls," he said when he was able to catch his breath. He reached behind him and picked up the bell and rang it. "Tomorrow promises to be quite interesting."

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Audrius Razma was a force of a young man to be reckoned with. At such a young age, he already exuded courage, ambition, discipline, charisma and steady calculation behind the ever-watchful glare of his blank expressions. By nineteen, Prince Audrius Razma had grown used to watching the world from behind cloaked intense observation from the shadows cast by his thick lashes. He was a high-born boasting of Belgic-Lithuanian blood and raised in cold royalty. His upbringing boasted of tireless, unending discipline taught under the blackened banners of the Luxembourg court as he had never, and would probably never know the warmth of an ordinary life as he was shaped by private tutors, cold steel rituals, and the deep superstitions of old monarchy. A so-called curse followed him from birth, which was to walk forever in darkness, and to earn every piece of his fate through blood. He didn't see it as a curse. He saw it as an advantage. His path was laid out in blood and he relished in it, and although some laughed at such superstitious, traditional things in modern kingdoms, those close to true power knew better. He knew better.

That morning, he left his Obsidian Order Tudor Academy just after dawn, taking his daily compulsory stroll before he would have to leave for the girl's academy along with some of his classmates for some "fun" as his teacher had told them. Despite his nonchalant, cold air, he was still a hot-blooded young male, and a break from the constant testosterone was always a good thing.

 The school's wrought-iron gates groaned open into a curtain of white fog and the towers of the school's dated bricks behind him disappeared into the mist like ghosts as he stepped onto the forest footpath. His heavy coat, which was a custom weave of black velvet and silver embroidery brushed past the wet leaves of the nearby bushes as he walked toward the pathway he usually took. The gateman who was on post looked at him and nodded once. He didn't nod back; barely even acknowledged the existence of the lesser being as he made his way out of the gates.

As he walked, his thoughts became clearer and more streamlined to a single plot. He began to plot. He was getting older and it was getting more important to groom a young lady who would stand by his side before his sinister plans came to fruition. He needed someone he could mold right now before he became who he was planning to become, and that was why he was indulging this Lady Boleyn's Academy for Noble Young Women visit, hopefully for the last time. He preferred his chamber in the western tower of his school, where he often sat in a black ironwood throne wrapped in thick leather, watching moonlight carve pale shapes on the floor. Usually, he much preferred sitting in his own room within the Academy on his black throne while ruminating on his destiny, his future moustache which he was ashamed to say one he hoped to grow in the style of his French uncle from a lesser Belgian crown, and more seriously about how every throne needed blood on which to stand. Blood he was not going to hesitate to shed.

His mind wandering for a few minutes, he wondered about his favorite fuck in the school. Their academy provided women who were sex education experts to help the boys explore their sexualities. His favorite was Miss Amelia, who was a hot blonde from America with strawberry pink nipples and an even pinker pussy. She loved masochism play and he loved to hurt her, bruise her and fuck her so hard her bubblegum colored pussy turned red with abuse. Just the day before, he had ordered her to take their theory sex-ex class completely naked and he enjoyed watching her squirm and blush hotly as she taught the boys whose eyes were feasting hungrily on her body. He wondered fleetingly if the girl he hoped to get would share his kink.

Sooner than he would like, the time for his walk came to an end after about thirty minutes. A carriage, modeled like an old royal coach but rebuilt as a black limousine, waited beneath the branches, polished dark as obsidian waiting for him alone. There were few things he could imagine that would be worse than sharing a carriage with his classmates. Two bodyguards in the gray uniform of royal guards stood motionless at either side and climbed in without a word even as they bowed to him.

The invitation was simple as it usually was. A three-week royal exchange hosted by Lady Boleyn's Academy for Noble Young women, a small private school tucked away in the misty borderlands between Dutch-speaking Brabant and Belgian aristocracy. Several worthy boys from Europe's hidden houses were invited to join the girls in shared classes, cultural lectures, and "strategic bonding events". It was billed as an education initiative while in reality, it was a massive orgy that both schools organized for the students at least six times an academic year to get tensions off and allow them fuck girls their age. The parents of the girls and even the princes were to be left in the dark of the hilariously cult-like activity going on within both schools.

Too soon, they had reached the girls' Academy, and Prince Audrius frowned harder. He lost track of time and that was unlike him. The carriage stopped and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. As he stepped down from the carriage, the sight that greeted him made his thin moist lips quirk into a smirk as blood rejuvenated and flowed heavier in his veins and down to his cock. Rows and rows of beautiful, slender, fresh and fair faced girls of different ages and appealing body types stood before the carriages of the boys to welcome them. Prince Audrius looked around and he could already see the boys staking claims mentally for themselves. There were no bad picks, he determined with an appreciative glance at all the girls.

His gaze suddenly caught on something, or rather, someone. She was brunette, like him, a bit more on the slender side than the others who were positively plump with health. He could see from her posture coiled with ambition disguised as grace as she regarded him with an expression that looked innocent but he could see that she was anything but. Her big pretty eyes and small lips coupled with her almost meek temperament suggested to the average person that she was an innocent sweet girl. Well, as innocent as she could possibly be to have ended up in this academy, he thought wryly. No, her eyes brimmed with ambition and it was clear that she had seen him before he saw her; she had picked him out and waited for her aura to attract him. And it did. Prince Audrius was immediately impressed and filled with burning curiosity.

Two girls flanked her, laughing too loudly and standing a touch too close. He could tell that they were her sister-friends, as the court called them, from either higher-ranked houses, he though as he noted the way they seemed to talk over her and at her rather than to her, or maybe they were all low-ranked. His interest increased with every passing second and before he knew it, he was already walking towards her and soon enough stopped right in front of her. She was even more beautiful up close, he thought. Her lips were the color of freshly plucked cherries and her eyes pulled him in like a massive magnet. Her breasts that were squeezed into her form-fitting bodice whispered tales of sweet-tasting, sweet-smelling flesh and his teeth thrummed in anticipation. 

She and the girls surrounding her bowed to him, hers lower than the others, he noted, and he gave a shot bow in response. When their eyes met again, a current passed between them. Audrius tilted his head, offering her the smallest, most calculated nod.

They sat near each other in their first class together, Dutch vocational language, taught in that slow, stiff style meant for royal heirs who would never truly need it. He listened half-heartedly, his mind wandering to the girl who was currently beside him that he would like to fuck sooner than the boring class was going to allow him. Feeling a little childish, and bored out of his mind, he leaned towards her. "Lekker." She glanced sideways and furrowed her cute brows in confusion for a second until she began smirking.

"Lekker, lekker," he whispered again to her, deepening his tone. "That's what I think when I see you."

"Now what the hell does that even mean?" She said with a small laugh under her breath, a blush painting her cheeks. Her voice was deeper than he imagined it to be, sultry and woman-like, even though she was at most, 18.

"I think you're positively delicious, is all."

She laughed, and everyone in the room turned toward them, but she didn't care and as he observed the graceful curve of her neck as she laughed, neither did he.

That afternoon, they played truant instead of her taking him to her room as was custom during these exchange proceedings. He followed her through the orchard behind the academy in amusement, past marble statues and lilac trees until they reached a lake that was still, silver and untouched. She let go of his hand, walked closer to the water and oookedbiver her shoulder at him with a surprisingly fierce gaze. She was sending him a message with her eyes, one he was more than willing to answer.

She began to strip slowly, and he promptly walked over to her, yanked her hair sharply, pulled out a dagger and cut a long big tear down the back of her gown. She yelped in surprise, leaned her head back and met his gaze with a coy smile, and he was positively shocked to see that she wasn't scared.

"That was rude," she breathed up at him as she shrugged the tattered dress down her body. "I like rude," she moaned and grinned her breasts.

Like a man bewitched, he smacked her hand away, grabbed her tit tightly and kneaded it harshly beneath his hand. He watched in fascination as her skin reddened and her legs trembled. The next thirty minutes were a blur of tangled limbs, spanking and smacking, and finally fucking hard by the creek of the lake. He pistoned into her harshly, repeatedly and she came multiple times, even wetting him all over once with her squirting liquid. 

Soon after, he spent himself inside her and laid in her for a few more minutes, enjoying the leftover spasming of her pussy around his softening cock, pulling out every drop of seed from him into her hot tight channel.

He rolled over and finally took a good look at her, then they began to talk. They didn't begin worh any sort of idle talk of language, traditions or even their current state of undress, But of their personal darker truths awaiting uncovering. She told him of her sisters, that she was not bound to them by blood, but by childhood mischief. The days were easier then, she sighed in annoyance and bitter hatred, the days before hierarchy became so prevalent and how they stood between first her and her sisters, and then her and the throne, her new muse, her new obsession. 

Audrius Razma, the exiled and shadow-bound Prince of Luxembourg, listened. And then he did what no one else had ever done: he offered her help. 

In the silver dusk by a Belgian lake, they made a pact to betray all others before they were betrayed. Both feared treachery, yet they ironically placed a sliver of trust in each other. And in that moment, a prince and a princess sparked a conspiracy that would ripple through Europe, driven by cold ambition and quiet longing. They were still young, clever, and cloaked in shadows, but their hunger for power made them lethal. They would be unstoppable.