Strike up a conversation

As much as he wants to simply bend her over and hump away, Duncan decides to exercise a bit more tact. He clears his throat and says, “Good morning, Terrice.”

The young maid jumps in surprise and turns to see the prince. She smiles in delight and performs a neat, practiced curtesy. “Your Highness! What an unexpected surprise! What brings you here this morning?”

Duncan steps forward and takes the woman by the waist and pulls her to him. “I was just thinking about you and thought I would pay you a visit.”

Terrice feels Duncan’s erection pressing against her, and she can tell what he was thinking about when she came to mind. She blushes and looks quickly around before reaching between his legs and squeezing.

Duncan sees her furtive glances. “What’s the matter? Are we not alone?”

“I’m afraid not. Deidre, my supervisor, is in the next room.”

As if on cue, an older woman emerges through a doorway, carrying an armful of wet towels. Duncan steps away from Terrice just in time. The household staff knows all too well that the royal princes frequently turn to the maids when their desire for female companionship arises, but Deidre is under orders from the queen herself to try to discourage this kind of fraternization. Duncan doesn’t want to invite unnecessary complications.

Deidre sees the prince and hurriedly puts down the towels and bends her knees in a curtesy. “Your Highness! May I help you?”

Duncan looks at the matronly woman. While he does have a thing for older women, he much more prefers the sexy MILF type, not the frumpy woman who has just spoken to him.

“Good morning, Deidre,” he responds, thinking quickly. “I was just looking for my mother. Is she around?”

“Her Majesty is not here, Your Highness. I believe she went to the stables to see the new colts. Would you like me to give her a message?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. I shall speak to her when I see her. Thank you, Deidre.”

The woman nods and returns to her work, giving a measured look at Terrice.

Sensing that he has exhausted his opportunities here, Duncan quietly says to Terrice, “I must return to the Library before MacTavish misses me. I could really use a break from my studies, though. Why don’t you bring me some lunch at noon?”

Deidre smiles and answers, “Will you have time for dessert?”

“I’ll make time. In fact, I’ll probably start with dessert, just to make sure I leave room for a double helping, if the mood strikes me.”

Terrice giggles shyly. Duncan is not fooled. Beneath that shy exterior is a wildcat!

With one last parting embrace (and a mutual grope) the prince leaves his parents’ rooms.