Drop the towel

Thus far, it appears that everything Abbie has learned in her young life about modesty and proper boundaries between men and women is the exact opposite of what is needed of her in her new role. Sitting there, next to the handsome prince, wearing only the towel over her naked body, she feels exposed and embarrassed. At the same time, she still feels the pleasant arousal of Duncan’s touch between her legs. She looks at him and sees that he is watching her with undisguised special attention to the areas of her body that the towel cannot cover. From this angle, she cannot clearly see between the Prince’s legs, but she has little doubt that the erection she noticed a few moments ago is still there. It fills her with feelings of desire, fear, and power to realize that she has that kind of effect on someone as handsome, powerful and famous as Prince Duncan.

“OK, Abbie... You’re either going to make the most of this opportunity, or you’re going to bring disgrace to yourself and your family. It’s time to suck it up,” she says to herself, without fully appreciating just how literal that last sentence will likely be.

She takes a calming breath and then unwraps the towel and sets it aside. Attempting to look relaxed and casual, she slowly stretches her legs and points her toes toward the fire. She can feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, but she keeps her face neutral. She takes a moment to wiggle her toes, allowing her feet to soak up the heat from the fire before she allows herself to look at the prince for his reaction.

Abbie may be inexperienced in the realm of sexual relations between men and women, but even she can tell that Duncan fully approves of this latest development. His face is filled with undisguised delight as his eyes slowly rove up and down her naked body. He scoots closer to her so he is less than a foot away, stretches his legs toward the fire, rolls on his side, resting his head on his hand.

Abbie had been raised to believe it was the height of disrespect for a man to stare at her body, rather than look her in the eyes. Under the circumstances, she quite understands why her eyes are the last thing on Duncan’s mind. She sees him actually lick his lips as his eyes dart between her breasts and between her legs. His crotch, now fully visible, confirms her suspicions that he is totally turned on. In fact, while she is making this observation, Duncan reaches between his legs and tugs on his pants. As he does so, she almost gasps at the sight of the snake-shaped bulge moving so that it lays in a straight line up the center of his abdomen.

“Oh, Abbie,” says the prince, admiringly. “You have a great future here in the palace! Are all the women in your village as beautiful as you?”

She steadies her voice, hoping she doesn’t sound stupid or naive. “I don’t know, Your Highness... You would probably have to see them and judge that for yourself.”

He nods without taking his eyes off of her body. “I think I may very well do exactly that. First, though, I’m far more interested in this beauty who is already here.”

He reaches over to Abbie’s face and softly caresses her cheek. For the first time since she removed the towel, the prince makes eye contact with her. She wonders if he can feel her heart pounding. She imagines that it is pounding so hard that he can even hear it from where he is. She takes another steadying breath and holds his gaze. His eyes are truly captivating. Duncan is a very handsome man. The fact that he is second in line to the throne only adds to the almost-palpable energy that seems to crackle in the narrow space between their bodies.

Duncan’s face draws closer, and before Abbie can fully process what is about to happen, she feels his lips against hers. It takes almost superhuman effort for her to keep her body relaxed. Apparently her lips did not get the message, though, because Duncan pulls back a little, smiling. He moves his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

Abbie manages a tiny nod, fearful this will be a black mark against her. Oddly, the prince’s eyes seem to light up with even more desire. “I can’t remember the last time I had a virgin,” he says, sounding like a little boy on Christmas morning. “Don’t worry, Abbie. I’ll walk you through everything. You’ll do just great.”

As he leans in to kiss her again, Abbie wills her lips to relax, and when Duncan’s tongue attempts to push them apart, she does not resist. His tongue meets hers at the same moment that his body comes into full contact with hers. The feeling of his clothed crotch against her nakedness is less pleasurable than when he touched her with his hand, but it has an allure that is not at all unpleasant. As they continue to kiss, the prince guides her onto her back and rolls his body on top of hers. His legs gently urge hers apart, and soon the two young people are making out in front of the fire, their mouths locked together and Duncan’s body gently rocking back and forth, applying pressure between her legs with his clothed erection.

Abbie struggles to maintain her composure, in light of how quickly all of this is happening. Her efforts to remain relaxed are further complicated by the surprising waves of pleasure she feels at everything the prince is doing. The sensual way his tongue dances over hers, the almost-ticklish way his hands explore her sides and shoulders before gently grasping her breasts, and the fiery building waves of pleasure emanating from her loins as he dry humps her give her inexperienced brain and body more sensations to process than she knows what to do with.

Instinctively, her arms wrap around Duncan, but after a few moments, she allows her hands go on an expedition, exploring his back, sides, and shoulders. She marvels at how his muscles feel as his body alternately tenses and relaxes when he grinds against her. She runs her hands through his long, silvery-blonde hair, fascinated that a man could have such a smooth, silky mane. After returning to his back, her hands seem to work up their own courage to move downward, and before she knows it, she has both hands on the ass of the second-in-line to the throne of Mirantia. She feels his firm buttocks as he continues to pleasure her wet mound.

Without thinking, Abbie moans and experiences what it is like to try to make a sound when someone else’s tongue is deep in your mouth. The prince lifts his face from hers and smiles at her with the self-confident cockiness that can only come from a man of his position and experience.

Duncan shifts his weight to his knees, lifting his crotch from hers. Abbie begins to pull him back, not wanting it to stop, but she need not worry. She feels Duncan’s hand between her legs. Unlike the experience in the bathtub, this time her vagina is fully aroused and lubricated with her own passion juices. When the prince’s finger slides inside, an appreciative, “Ooohhhhh” escapes her lips. When his finger finds her engorged clit and begins to slowly grind in a circle over it, her eyes grow wide, and she nearly yells, “Oh, fuck!”

Mortified, Abbie gasps and clasps a hand over her mouth. She had never used language such as that, and for her to say such a vulgar thing now in the presence of the prince would surely be grounds for dismissal! Duncan is not offended, however. He just laughs, while continuing to palpate her sensitive nub. “You like that, do you?”

Abbie simply nods in response, unwilling to trust her words after that last outburst. Duncan continues to play with her clit, at times rubbing it in a circle, sometimes gently tapping it with his fingertip, and other times running the entire length of his forefinger up and down over it.

Abbie feels a steady building of something deep within her. The closest thing she can compare it to is the powerful buildup of a thunderstorm on the distant horizon. As it continues to grow inside her, she attempts to fight it, fearful that when it unleashes, it may totally overpower her. The prince seems to be an expert in pushing past every barrier any woman can erect, however, and despite her best efforts, Abbie feels herself on the precipice of something that she dare not even try to describe.

Duncan seems to sense what he is doing to her and grins even more proudly. “Oh, Abbie dear.... You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promises with a chuckle.