After Belle & Charles’ lovemaking, when the afterglow had faded and the stark reality of her impending departure was unavoidable, the old feeling began to settle upon Belle and, she was sure, upon him as well. Lifting her head, she looked at the prince in the eyes and said, “It will be alone when I’m away. I don’t know why my father and mother want me to come instead of Ariel.”

Charles stroked her head, his voice rough with emotion, “My lady, I shall miss you dearly every second you’re away from me.”

Belle would not let the darkness of loneliness envelop her again. It was time for the young princess to bring something up she had been considering for the last few weeks. Belle replied, “As will I miss you…but I’ve been thinking. Remember the story I told you about my little sister?”

Charles arched a brow. Of course, he remembered! His darling princess confessed sharing affections in her bed before she came to him with her younger sister, Ariel. They spent years making love to each other often role-playing after dark when their parents, the King and Queen left their quarters. Whilst her mother was dead-set against them being courted by a spoiled royal prince as Belle put it, she had never sensed that their daughters would be involved in such explicit behavior. Belle reassured Charles that the relationship was purely physical and over, that she held no romantic notions and never would towards her little sister.

The left side of her mouth curved up playfully and said, “I am not jealous, my love. Were you to want my sister whilst I’m gone, I would not deny you this…if you would not deny me such pleasures if I ever needed them.” Belle rested her head back down on Charles’s chest, giving him time to think.

He lowered his eyebrow and thought. “You say this, but once done, it cannot be undone, and feelings can change. Unless you are asking my permission to stray? Do we not share love? Is our bond not sacred?”

Belle’s head snapped up. “Yes, my love, our bond, and our love are most sacred to me. I speak not of these items, for there is no question in my mind that you are my prince, my dearest love, whom I respect more than any other…I merely speak of your sexual desire. I can grant you that luxury if you grant it to me as your equal while I’m gone if I need it. We must have rules.”

Charles cupped Belle’s face and said, “I make no such agreements, but speak them, my lady.” His heart was twisted. Was this woman truly the daughter of the noblest of the land? Belle’s words were those a daughter of a temptress would utter.

Belle covered his hand on her face and leaned into it briefly, closing her eyes. Then, opening them, she said, “You may not replace me⁠—”

“Never would I!” Charles said, his hand dropping to his side.

“You may have my sister to satisfy your carnal desires, but you may not love her. You may not provide her with gifts or promises. You may not seek her friendship, her counsel, or let her sit upon my throne. She is your lover and nothing more. She can never be me.” Belle paused, waiting for Charles’ response.

“Is that it?” Charles asked, still unconvinced.

“No, I will tell her. Don’t worry, I crave the same things in a partner that any man could want. One last thing: you may not take her to our bed…unless I am present.”

Charles stared at her mouth agape. “Are you implying?”

Belle smiled and said, “Yes. How say you to this: two nights before I am to depart – and it must be two nights, for I will have you all to myself the night before I leave – I bring Ariel to our bed. I will make love to her in front of you and then you will make love to both of us, neither you nor I will leave this bed until we are all satisfied. This is the only time that I will do this, otherwise, when I am here, I am yours alone and you are mine alone. Ariel must leave our rooms when I am present.”

Surely Belle’s blatant eroticism was more than any prince could ever desire, yet his fear that they would lose their love in the process nagged in the back of his mind. Belle licked her lips and watched the tumult of emotions in Charles’ eyes, guessing his fears. She sat up and leaned forward, framing his scruffy face in her hands. “Do not fear. You are the only one I will ever love.”

“And what of you, my princess?” Charles asked, arching an eyebrow again. “What rules should bind you while you are away?”

Belle smiled, for she had already considered this. “I find that you are the only man I crave, so you need not worry. I will take a woman as my concubine only.”

“It must be a pleasure my lady?”

“No, and I would not have her now,” Belle said pensively, slinking down onto his chest again.

Charles, observing her shift in tone, asked, “What woman would not want you, my darling?”

Belle took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting the words out she had not uttered before, “I hate talking about this but my sister, Ariel wanted more than horseplay. She wanted to be together as we are…she wanted my unconditional love. After I married you, I realized that I had been missing that connection with her. I need to make it up to her. It’s been years since we’ve played.” Charles wrapped his arms around Belle and rubbed up and down her back. After a long pause, Belle continued, “Ariel disparaged me because I left her for you. She was angry and accused me of using her for my pleasure only…I guess that was what I was doing…” Belle paused again, thinking of the words her sister angrily hurled at her. “She called me a wanton, licentious hussy. She said I was no better than the whore of our father.” 

Charles didn’t stop stroking her back, but it wasn’t enough. Belle wanted to see the truth in his eyes. She raised up and looked at him, asking, “Do you think ill of my proclivities?”

“Not at all,” Charles said. “I’ve heard worse.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes,” he said, again, his hands reaching up to cup her face.

She exhaled, basking in the warmth of Charles’ hands and love. He brushed her lips with his thumbs, letting his rough pad linger over their softness. Belle was everything he could ever desire in a woman, smooth skin and curvy that belied a hard edge to her mind and soul. Belle would have such desires as she was as the spring she embodied: full of life, wild and energetic. She embraced her role over Charles’s realm, had accepted all of him – his silent, pensive moods, and dark sense of humor. When Charles looked into her eyes, he saw uncertainty in them, the same look she had when he had first encountered her. He smiled then and said, “I accept.”

* * *

Belle embraced Charles for a few more minutes then raised back up to look at him. She smirked and said, “What do you think you of me in another woman’s arms, sucking her breasts and in her womanhood with my fingers and mouth?”

Charles closed his eyes, pushing her back on his lap to feel his erection. He said, “Careful with your words lest I spill my seed before I have entered your lips.”

Smiling, Belle ground her hips along his body, teasing his manhood against her buttocks and said, “It’s agreed – tomorrow I shall bring your sister-in-law to our bed. I don’t think we shall sleep much tomorrow evening!”

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down, “We shall not sleep much tonight, my sweet—sweet princess.”

The next day, Belle had left their bed early to prepare for her departure and Charles felt lonely as he considered the empty spot next to him. His thoughts mulled over her words he was compelled to explore, partly to satisfy his princess, partly to explore such erotic behaviors; yet he feared the destruction of his connection with the princess. Casting aside his fears, Charles thought back to his princess in his arms last night, to the titillation her words brought to him. He knew that in addition to preparing to leave, she would also be selecting a handmaiden to bring back. Charles wondered how she would choose such a creature. Would Belle make them disrobe? Would she make love to them secretly to discover which she liked most? Charles thought he would be jealous of such thoughts but only found heat in his loins. Such a joy to imagine his sweet princess suckling the breast of a gentlewoman, to imagine his princess licking her vagina with her tongue perfectly.

Twelve hours later, but in the evening, Belle summoned for Charles to come to their chambers. He swiftly left his duties for the day be damned unable to concentrate knowing that his princess and sister were in their bed waiting for him. His thoughts – and his heart went racing, Charles opened the door to their personal chambers and quietly closed it behind him. On two armchairs in their chambers and not the bed as he had imagined, sat his princess and her sister, Ariel. Silently, he regarded the two. Ariel was prettier and bustier than her sister: her hair was straight and long, the color of pale wheat; her lips not as full as Belle’s; with a thinner and creamier face than his Belle.

Both women stood, but Ariel kept her eyes cast down until introductions were complete. Ariel was shorter than Belle and had more of the curvature body. My God, she’s not Belle but, he thought, I could make love to this woman in my wife's absence until I die. Belle cleared her throat and said, “My lord Charles, this is my sister, Ariel.” With that, Ariel raised her eyes – dark green orbs – and met Charles stare with her own.

Charles did not grasp her hand and kiss it as he had done with his princess so many times more. Ariel was not his and no matter how many times he would make love to her, she may never have a place in his heart. “Have you been intimate with a man before, my lady?” Charles asked bluntly.

“Aye, my lord, But with only with one woman,” she said.

Belle smiled and said, “My sister’s tastes are as mine.” Looking over at Ariel, she touched her shoulder. Ariel turned her gaze to Belle and pulled the woman into an embrace that didn’t match the scorching kiss they shared. Charles' eyes lapped up the scene in front of him – his tall and regal princess melting into the arms of her sister. They continued to kiss passionately as Belle’s hands untied the princess’s robes, letting them fall to the ground. When Ariel was naked, Belle broke their kiss to admire Ariel in front of her but said nothing. Reaching out, Belle grazed her fingers over Ariel’s breasts, stopping to rub her thumbs over her pale pink nipples, encouraging them to harden. Ariel shivered and threw her head back, enjoying the attention. Belle lowered her head to one and licked over it several times before lightly nipping at it with her teeth. Ariel moaned and then turned her head to stare at Charles.

Charles could not pretend to hide his arousal. It was the most divine torture to watch these two ladies enjoy their bodies without him being able to join them. He calmed himself by saying that it was only a matter of time before he would be able to sample the treats laid out before him. He knew that he would make love to both of them several times this evening, gladly sharing his manhood with them as they saw fit. His eyes briefly met the wanton gaze of Ariel before they returned to his princess’s pretty mouth suckling the breasts before her; her expertise in pleasuring this woman made Charles desire his princess that much more. Swiftly, he unclasped his heavy black chiton and let it drop to the ground, revealing his muscles, a heaving chest, and a rigid and impressive phallus.

Belle released the nipple she was suckling and smirked at her prince, “Remember my rules, my prince.”

He leaned forward and tugged on her arm, pulling her to him as he whispered in her ear, “I have not forgotten my princess. You only delay the pleasure I shall mete out to you and your sister…over and over again.”

Belle looked up at him, raw desire in her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she still smirked. She unclasped her himation, letting it fall to the ground; then she untied her strophion, letting her breasts free from the binding; next, she unclasped her chiton and the thin fabric fluttered to the floor. Belle stood before her prince and Ariel, the object of desire for both, reveling in their gaze.

Ariel wasted no time in pressing her lips to her sister’s breasts, kissing her way to each nipple, reveling in how the skin felt under her tongue. She heard Charles moan but did not tear her attention from Belle’s breasts, enjoying how they rippled under her hands and mouth. Belle sighed under Ariels’ attentions, raising her hands to her head and gently disengaging her mouth, grasping a hand and leading her to the large bed before them. She smiled to herself at the erotic torture she was making Charles experience. Silently, he followed them to the bed and stood just at its side to continue watching, waiting for the instant his princess beckoned to join in.

Belle gestured for Ariel to lay down, immediately following her, positioning her knees between Ariel’s legs, making her hand slide up her thigh. She observed the feminine form below her, her excitement enhanced by her prince looking on. Seductively, she looked over and held his eyes for a moment before turning back and sinking her fingers into her sister’s feminine depths. Charles’ mouth set in a serious line, yet his eyes blazed with all of the desire Belle knew existed within him. “Soon,” was all she uttered, lowering her face and extending a tongue to glide across Ariel’s folds and dip down over her nub. Ariel whimpered at the tongue flickering and Belle knew that she’d make her sister come quickly.

Ariel tweaked her hardened nipples as she felt the pressure building in her privates. She looked over at Charles who observed the feast before him, his eyes gliding up and down his princess, occasionally darting to watch Ariel’s movements. Ariel held no doubts that the grave lord; her brother-in-law of the kingdom loved only her sister and that she would merely be the lover of the night. While that saddened her slightly, Ariel felt the pressure building past the point of no return. Small moans escaped her mouth as she felt the first wave begin to radiate out from her core and then she called out, bucking her hips up and shuddering as her orgasm overtook over her. All eyes watched her shake and vibrate from her orgasm.

Belle removed her fingers from Ariel and pointedly looked at Charles as she licked her fingers clean. “Sister, you taste delicious,” was all she said, though the woman’s eyes remained locked on Charles’ face. Belle lifted her hand to her prince and silently beckoned him; he came to her swiftly grabbing her into his arms and scorching her with a passionate kiss. They stayed like that for a while, simply kissing and then Belle broke away, a hand on his chest. She turned her gaze to Ariel and extended her hand; the princess-in-law grabbed her sister’s fingers and pulled herself up, allowing Belle to present her sister to her brother-in-law as if she were a rare commodity.

Freeing her hands, Belle laid herself down, stretching out seductively and looked to Ariel, murmuring, “Pleasure me as I have you, sweet child.” As commanded, Ariel excitedly knelt between her sister’s legs, gently parting her knees with her hands as her mouth worked up her thighs with soft kisses that tickled and tantalized Belle, eliciting darts of pleasure in her core in anticipation. Ariel felt the heat from Charles radiating behind her and she shivered in anticipation of feeling his manhood buried within her. She knelt in a prone position, leaving herself exposed to what she knew was surely coming, her hands and face close to the silky core of her big sister. Gently, she ran her fingers over the princess’s southern lips, feeling the wetness there. Satisfied that Belle was ready for her, Ariel ran a thumb over Belle’s nub, the tension causing the princess to quiver. Smiling, Ariel extended her tongue to lap and suck at the nub, eliciting feminine moans from Belle even as the low moan of Charles reached her ears.

His hands raked down Ariel’s spine until they reached her buttocks and then he was gripping her hips with one hand as his other steadied his cock to enter her slowly and steadily. Ariel groaned in pleasure having her core filled so tightly; surely Charles would pleasure her greatly for the next six months while her sister was away. He thrust into her gently and slowly at first trying to stall the inevitable orgasm that had been building over the course of the day.

Belle bucked her hips under her sister’s tongue, her eyes locked on her prince’s face as he closed his eyes and thrust his head back, enjoying the erotic pleasure before him. She called out lightly, “My prince, you must look me in the eyes when you come.” Charles nodded but did not open his eyes, a grimace crossing his face. Belle enjoyed watching the pleasure on his face, enjoyed the power she wielded in this bed, commanding the great lord of his realm to make love as she wanted. She held the gazes of two lovers at the same time; if ever Belle had felt alone and ignored, now she felt herself the very queen of love.

The pressure was building inside her; Belle’s moans grew louder and her fingers grazed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She gasped and then shuddered as Ariel grabbed one thigh with her hand to keep the princess solidly on the bed. Belle met her prince’s gaze, his eyes trained on her face and she knew he was close, had been holding himself back to come after his princess had received her pleasure. He began thrusting harder now, Ariel’s body rocking back and forth under the force. She was close to reaching her second climax; Belle languidly sat herself up and began stroking the princess’s bud, never taking her eyes off of her prince.

Suddenly, Charles thrust once very hard and then grasped the princess’s hips to hold her steady as he came inside her. He hoarsely cried out, but never diverted his eyes from his lady. Panting, he finally put his hands up to his face to wipe the sweat from his brow and hold his head, eyes closing in utter joy. Belle raised herself, gripping Ariel’s shoulder to pull her up as well, her prince’s manhood slipping from her sister. Belle put her arm around her prince and kissed him, then pulled Ariel forward so she can lick his cum. Charles was between both women, watching them take turns sucking him until they were breathless. Then, he lowered his mouth to suck on their teats, going between the joyful bounty before him. Such erotic joy he felt to have two naked women so comfortable with themselves that they not only made love to him but to each other with wild abandonment. He teased Belle’s breast with his teeth, pulling on the nipple and running his tongue over it as his other hand pinched at Ariel’s nipple. So different each pair, yet so beautiful and delicious. He would worship them over and over tonight, surely until he died in bed between them.

* * *

He looked up to see Belle and Ariel kissing, their tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. They then knelt down and sucked his manhood causing it to rise again. They teased each other both gagging and slobbering with their spit running down each other’s breasts. Belle pulled Ariel down to the bed and they sixty-nined each other, licking and sucking each other out slowly. Charles watched his princess; shortly pull away from Ariel’s vaginal lips and looked up at her prince with an arched brow. “Surely my prince is not tired of us – I have yet to feel you inside of me this evening!” she said.

Smirking, Charles reached down to stroke his rigid phallus several times before laying down behind his princess. He raised her leg as she resumed her tongue stroking with Ariel, but she kept her leg up as he released her leg to position himself at her entrance. Slowly he slid into her wet, silky depths, thrilled to be inside her; she moaned into Ariel’s mouth and the sound made him want to thrust harder, but he held himself back to lengthen their pleasure. He ran his hand down her shoulder and arm, over her hip, and behind her knee where he gently pinned it to her torso. Belle loved having his strong arms around her and holding her in place only aroused her more; she brought her arm up from under her to grip her prince’s muscles. Slowly, he began to move his hips back and forth, the slow friction tormenting Belle who placed her free hand on Ariel’s breasts. Ariel lowered her fingers to her swollen nub, stroking it to bring her to the second orgasm she had been seeking for so long.

Ariel also felt the tension begin to release. Quickly, she broke from Belle’s lips and buried her head in her shoulder, moaning and shuddering. Belle ran her free hand back up Ariel’s body and rested it on her shoulder for a few moments. She felt her prince’s warm breath on her neck. Ariel, sensing that the other two wished to make love alone, rolled away from her sister and simply laid on her back, in their large bed and started playing with herself.

“Look at Ariel, dear,” Belle said as they looked at Ariel’s fingers go in and out of her womanhood. Her cream began seeping out and Charles put his hand over his mouth, amazed by the sight.

Charles and Belle continued with Belle gripping her muscular prince’s arm tighter while constantly moaning. He whispered into her ear, only for her to hear, how deeply he loved her and how much he desired her. Belle could only moan in response, words have gone from her mind as her prince’s concupiscence overtook her. Eventually, he freed her leg and lowered his hand to her lower lips, where his finger dipped in to rub her essence. Belle cried out and dug her nails into Charles’ arm as he began to thrust harder and deeper. Belle came first shuddering as Charles slipped his hand to her belly to pull her in tightly. A few seconds later, he released, groaning and burying his face in her neck. They laid there, lost in each other, lost in the moment, panting and sweating, their eyes closed as they savored the last of their lovemaking for the moment.

Taking a deep, relaxing breath, Belle turned her head back and kissed her prince slowly, smiling as his lips parted and his tongue licked at hers. They whispered their love for each other and rested their foreheads against each other.

* * *

Apparently lost in her own thoughts, Ariel wondered what it would be like to have the undying love of another be it king, princess, or prince. Long had her journey been to find such love and yet, deep in the heart of the desert, such love did not exist, at least not for her yet. She was brought back to the present as Belle snaked her arm over her shoulders. The princess turned her head to watch Belle’s eyes flutter closed, while behind her, Charles’s arm casually rested along his princess’s body, his head buried in the crook of his princess’s neck. Soon the two were asleep, the rhythm of their breathing lulling Ariel to join them.

* * *

Ariel woke up, unsure of how much time had passed. Belle’s arm was pulled back and she had shifted to face the prince. Ariel thought back to how she had first been with her sister when they first made love as teenagers, but she also wondered what it would be like to have sex with her own prince.

Ariel and Belle’s father was the ruler of England as far as the countryman’s eyes could see. He was a man seldom seen and seldom impressed, yet Ariel had been his least favorite, carrying out task after task looking for any crumb of respect and affection. Years had passed this way and her life had become as dreary as the plains in which she lived. She felt holed up living with her father and mother and was ready to move on.

Then her sister, Belle came back to visit her yesterday, she was overjoyed at the prospect of leaving her simple vanilla life behind, if only for a day.

Soft sounds of kissing turned Ariel’s attention over to the sleeping royals, now awake and engaged in a passionate embrace once again. Belle, catching Ariel’s movements, broke from her prince and asked her, “Are you ready to join us again?” Ariel nodded and came closer, letting her sister lead, letting the passion of the moment replace the dreariness in her heart.

* * *

They made love several more times until the three were exhausted. Afterward, as sleep began to overtake Charles, Belle sat up and leaned over Ariel. The princess stroked her face several times and then lowered her lips to her ears, whispering, “I thank you, sweet Ariel, for the pleasure of your company. Now you must leave and return to our father’s kingdom until my prince fetches you.” Ariel, feeling perhaps her older sister’s words were too mercenary, leaned in once more and kissed her sister on the cheek, stroking her breast with her free hand.

Ariel whispered back, “As my big sister commands.” When she stood up, she muttered, “Charles is mine.”

“What did you say, little sister?”

“Nothing. Just thanking you.”Ariel then proceeded to get dress quietly and quickly before leaving.

When the door had shut, Belle looked down upon her sleeping prince and smiled. She resisted the urge to stroke his hair, letting him sleep instead. Pouting, Belle laid back against her prince, who turned over briefly but did not wake.

Never had Belle felt so wanted, so craved, in her life as she did this evening and yet tears streamed down her face. She wasn’t unhappy, but down to think of drawing her sister in this and realizing that her Prince Charles may one day desire her sister more than her.

The following five days wеrе hectic whаt with the arrival of the body of Raj’s brother and the customary funeral аrrаngеmеntѕ. Citizens аnd dіgnіtаrіеѕ ѕwаrmed tо еxрrеѕѕ thеіr соndоlеnсеѕ while Raj wаѕ busy getting fаmіlіаr wіth the оffісе of thе Crown Prince, bеіng instructed by a bеvу оf Stаtе оffісіаlѕ by the hour.

On his tenth day of being back, Prince Raj waited for the dust tо ѕеttlе. He proceeded in the morning after breakfast to tell hіѕ mоthеr thе ѕtоrу about the young desi at his university. His best friend Chandrakant, put his hand over his mouth as Raj spoke.

Raj then made up some things about what happened after that but in the back of his mind, the story was far from over. As his mother spoke, Raj started having flashbacks about what did really happen.

Lооkіng аrоund, Raj tооk the ѕtосk оf hіѕ ѕurrоundіngѕ. A few feet аwау, stood a mаrе tied tо a tree. Hіѕ ѕtаllіоn was now by her ѕіdе nuzzlіng and licking her while rеѕtlеѕѕlу prancing аrоund. Raj stallion’s two-foot-long dick, wаѕ now hanging аnd ѕwауіng lіkе a thісk blасk rоре.

The mare tried heading tоwаrdѕ thеm but realized she was still tied to the tree. Raj’s stallion rеаrеd оn his hіnd lеgѕ аnd mоuntеd thе mаrе. Thе mаrе was frightened and tried moving аwау frоm under him. The stallion’s dick hаd stiffened to a rigid rоd and wаѕ роkіng the mare’s rеаr еnd finding hеr neighs. The mare was ѕkіttіѕh аnd couldn’t remain still as the stallion hаd tо keep moving аlоng wіth hеr to rеmаіn mоuntеd. Thе mаrе was being unсоореrаtіvе, so the stallion dіѕmоuntеd. Thе mаrе lоwеrеd her hаunсhеѕ аnd lеt оut a mіghtу ѕtrеаm of urіnе. Thе ѕtаllіоn рuttіng hіѕ nose in hеr privates then lіftеd hіѕ hеаd ѕkуwаrdѕ retracting his uрреr lip. His dick again was poking out аnd thumреd аgаіnѕt hіѕ belly.

Whеn thе ѕtаllіоn had a ѕесоnd gо at the mаrе, the girl had just returned to help him. Shе hаd held mare's tаіl оut оf the way. Aѕ ѕооn аѕ the ѕtаllіоn mounted, the girl grabbed hіѕ dick аnd directed towards mаrе'ѕ vulva. A couple оf powerful thrusts аnd the stallion’s dick wаѕ burіеd tо the hilt іn thе mаrе'ѕ moans.

Meanwhile, Raj looked on in amazement fantasizing the dirty things he would do to this young girl if he had the opportunity. (He didn’t tell his mother his inner thoughts.)

Thе ѕtаllіоn ѕtорреd moving, kееріng hіѕ dick burіеd in the moans. His massive hеаd wаѕ resting on the mare’s nесk as it аlѕо ѕtооd quietly. After аbоut a mіnutе оr so, the stallion dismounted. Hіѕ now-shortened dick ѕlірреd out of mаrе'ѕ vulva as his white cum seeped out of the mare’s vulva. Priya lеаd thе stallion tо аnоthеr tree and tіеd hіm. Shе then came back tо Raj and once again оffеrеd hеr hand tо hеlр hіm uр. Raj tооk her hаnd but іnѕtеаd оf hіm gеttіng uр hе pulled her down. Shе lоѕt bаlаnсе аnd fеll оn hіѕ thighs.

Raj, in hіѕ twenty-оnе years, hаd nеvеr had a сhаnсе оf hоldіng a fеmаlе. Inеxреrіеnсеd аѕ he wаѕ, he did nоt know whаt tо dо. In fact, hе wаѕ little apprehensive believing that thе gіrl may slap hіm.

But she didn’t; neither dіd she rеmоvе her hand from hіѕ. Hе ореnеd his thighs a lіttlе аnd hеr heavy hірѕ settled between thеm. Her fасе wаѕ flushed pink аnd wаѕ реrfоrmіng thе difficult tаѕk оf biting his lоwеr lір аnd smiling, аt thе ѕаmе tіmе. Her bоdу fеlt dеlісаtе and her skin fеlt vеlvеt-smooth. Thеrе was a kind оf intoxicating аrоmа coming from her.

Priya already knеw hіm as оnе оf thе Prіnсеѕ but didn’t know if he was from Bаnѕbаn. She hаd seen him оn ѕеvеrаl оссаѕіоnѕ but from a dіѕtаnсе. Thіѕ wаѕ the fіrѕt tіmе thаt Priya wаѕ hаvіng a сlоѕе lооk аt hіm, a rеаl fantasy in such circumstances. As for Prince Raj Khitar, he lооkеd tо thе tee. Hе was tаll, hеftу with a brоаd muѕсulаr сhеѕt and a tattoo on his right shoulder. Hе hаd thе dаrkеѕt еуеѕ with jet black hаіr. Hіѕ lірѕ were chiseled аnd аdоrnеd by a thіn line оf mustache below his straight sharp nоѕе.

So, whеn he рullеd hеr dоwn into hіѕ lap Priya аlmоѕt dіеd оf shyness. This wаѕ thе оnе оf whom her friends wеrе аlwауѕ tаlkіng іn fаѕсіnаtіоn. Hе wаѕ lооkіng at hеr in a way thаt mаdе hеr сrіngе. And hіѕ hаnd that wаѕ holding hеrѕ, іt wаѕ ѕо big and thісk!

“Hоw wоuld that hаnd feel rubbing her pussy?” she thought.

Priya suddenly bесаmе аwаrе оf his face аррrоасhіng hеrѕ. Wаѕ hе gоіng to kіѕѕ and take her virginity?

Raj lowered hіѕ face towards hеrѕ аnd ѕhе аvоіdеd the іmреndіng kiss bу аvеrtіng hеr face аt thе lаѕt second. Hіѕ lірѕ crash-lаndеd оn hеr еаr. Hе kissed thеrе, nibbling аnd murmured, "Priya, Priya. Hоw ѕwееt іѕ your nаmе! It bеfіtѕ уоu. Yоu аrе аѕ ѕwееt аѕ the mare.” Raj kissed hеr аgаіn and gооѕеbumрѕ brоkе оut on hеr body but not literally. These kisses caused her to giggle.

Wіth a tооthу ѕmіlе accompanied by twо dimples on hеr cheeks, Priya grabbed Raj’s nose. "Lіаr! Yоu tell the ѕаmе thіng to еvеrу gіrl you … Oh my! You-yоu are turning me on. Stop,” Priya stuttered.

"What оthеr girls?"

"Bарu Sаhеb, I know уоu аrе thе Prince of Bаnѕbаn. Yоu must hаvе еnjоуеd wіth so mаnу gіrlѕ."

"Priya, I swear оn уоur name, I hаvе nоt tоuсhеd any gіrl. Yоu аrе mу first аnd the only one I desire.”

Priya giggled оnсе аgаіn аnd trіеd half-hеаrtеdlу tо gеt up from his lap, saying, "Lеt mе gо, Bapu. If somebody ѕееѕ uѕ like thіѕ, nоthіng wіll happen tо уоu but my father wіll ѕurе kіll mе."