He asks her name.

Aarni laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He had spilled his guts to the young lady, about Alara, about his not being in a good place right now, it’s not you, it’s me, I just can’t do this tonight. . .

He had thrown everything he had at the girl to get her to agree to not have sex that night. He was embarrassed at how he had pleaded with her. He was the prince, her the servant begging for his favor and yet he had thrown himself on her mercy, her tits and ass and legs, damn it even her arms, calves, neck, eyes, everything about her was too much for him to handle. Even now as she lay asleep, her head on his shoulder, arm on his chest, her leg touching his, all he had to do was let himself look at her, or even think of her and he was right back to the brink, ready to throw it all away for a night of bliss.

He had promised this young lady that he would fuck her good and proper later, and she said she would hold him too it. He had bartered for his survival and she had been magnanimous and spared him. How quickly the power dynamic he had been a part of his whole life shifted when sex was involved. She was a servant in the castle, she had been in his room before, returning his washed clothes or making his bed, he’d seen her and never thought of her beyond appreciating her figure, and yet tonight he had been at her mercy. He looked at her: her peaceful, sleeping face; her soft, straight blonde hair; her shapely neck and shoulders. She wasn’t the villain here, she looked like she came from the North country, and like all the girls in the castle, she had been selected from her village, won the local beauty contest, cleared the rigorous selection process, came to the castle at 15 or 16 years old and had spent the years before her 18th birthday working and preparing for the moment she would have the chance to work in the castle proper, get noticed, get pregnant, bare a half-royal child and elevate her family. She was under more pressure than him, and being rejected by him could end with her being sent away, especially if the queen had counted on her seducing him tonight.

Aarni laid his head back and sighed, and the young lady stirred.

“Are you awake my lord?”

“Yes, I can’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry sire, is there anything I can do?”

He could hear the nervousness and hope in her voice, she couldn’t beg him or **** him to fulfil his part of the breeding, she couldn’t impregnate herself, and for all she knew, this night could be her only chance.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Anfisa, but everyone at home called me Isa.”

“Isa, it fits you. What is your home like, Isa?”

He was right, she had come from a northern town, nestled in the foothills of the White mountains. He knew the area, the snow-capped peaks giving way to harsh stone and then the beautiful flowered grassy hills. He remembered fondly his time up there with his father, his wounds limited him, but never stopped him, he loved that land, loved his memories from up there.

She spoke of her family’s sheep farm, skating in the winter, swimming in the summer, a beautiful, simple life. She spoke of her family, her grandmother’s rabbit stew, her mother always knitting winter clothes for her and her brothers. . .

She had brightened talking of her home, but her voice was tinged with sadness speaking of her family.

“You miss your family, your home.”

“Very much, but I don’t want to let them down. . . Oh my, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say. . . “

He took her face in his hand, wiping a tear with his thumb, “It’s okay Isa, don’t apologize, I’m the one that has wronged you, let me make it right.”

Aarni kissed her small, trembling lips gently, and she returned his touch sweetly and with longing. His hands found her chest, and she moaned into their kiss. He pulled away, got up off the bed and removed his sleeping tunic. She reached out and touched his stomach, his muscles hardened from his training.

“My prince. . .” she said, as she moved forward and kissed his belly button, Aarni thought it was ridiculous at first, but then she kissed him below his belly button, and a bit lower than that, and then, taking his shaft in her hand took his penis into her mouth.

Damn it, they train these girls well, Aarni thought as his head whirled, feeling like the blood was leaving his brain, his body abandoning rational thought in favor of better experiencing the softness of her mouth, the gentle flicks of her tongue, and the sudden pressure and need for release he felt in his loins.

“Isa,” he gasped out, “I’m not going to last long like this.”

She pulled away from his crotch, her mouth audibly popping as his cock left it.

“Are you willing to give me your seed, my lord?”

“Yes, Isa, you can have whatever. . . “

Aarni’s descent into mindless adoration was interrupted by a shove from Isa, one that sent him crashing onto his bed, the soft goose down mattress absorbing the **** of the moment. She had fell him, and now she climbed on top of him, ready to claim her right as the victor.

She guided his tip to her opening, and gently slid it in. For a moment he was in heaven, interrupted only by her maidenhood, the last barrier between Isa and him, the last chance to preserve his virginity. . .

She pushed down hard, and he felt the barrier give way, she gasped as he entered her.

“It’s okay, take a moment if you need it.” He said, trying to be supportive, overwhelmed with everything that was happening.

“I don’t need a moment,” she replied softly, “I just need you.” And with that she began moving, taking his fullness inside her, then pulling up till he almost left her entirely, before diving back down onto him.

He reached up and caressed her breasts, she moaned and clutched at his chest, scratching him with her fingernails. He felt his pressure building, felt the climax coming and pulled her down to him, kissed her hard, one hand on the back of her head, pulling her into him, the other hand finding her ass and squeezing as he released into her.

She laid on his chest, their sweat mingling, they kissed and laughed and kissed again, all while he was still inside her.

“You’ve made me so happy” she said, her eyes and mouth smiling brightly, and she kissed him again.

She pulled off of him, a small trickle of his semen leaking from inside her, and laid on her back next to him, she took her finger to her sex and looked at it, his semen, her juices and a small trace of blood all mixed together.

“Thank you, my prince.” She said, then curled up next to him, her head on his chest, her hand on his stomach, and she fell asleep.

Aarni laid awake in thought. Had he lost tonight? Had he stumbled into some plot of the queen? He looked down at Isa, her face was radiant, like the image of the goddess in the Temple at Tsevest. He wondered if the Queen chose her for the resemblance; it was striking. Aarni made a decision, he was done worrying what the Queen was planning, he was done worrying what everyone wanted him to do, and he was done overthinking everything till he ended up unable to move or speak. He was going to do what he felt was right, damn the consequences, and looking at the image of beauty sleeping on him, he knew that tonight, he had done well.

Aarni adjusted his shoulder, put his hand on Isa’s hip, kissed her on the top of her head, and laid back, letting himself fall into the most content sleep of his life.