"Get closer."

Of course I oblige, pushing myself into her slowly. I feel her warm back against my naked chest, the thing fabric of her nightgown protecting her from skin-to-skin contact, at least in that region. I wrap my arm entirely around her tight, toned stomach, even pushing my other arm under her armpit, extending it out and intertwining my other hand with her slender fingers.

She backs into me, pushing her ass closer to my unable-to-be-hidden cock. I finally feel the softness of her ass against my forward-facing big dick, her flesh yields to the firmness of my member. I hear her gasp a small bit, either surprised by my erection or surprised by the size of it. Either way, she doesn't stop, and my dick pushes further between her tight cheeks. Finally, my cock settles between her thighs, seemingly pushing between them and towards her pussy with a mind of its own.

However, I experience another one of many surprises for the night: instead of the warm, soft, and possibly wet feeling of her pussy through her thin clothing, I feel something hard, cruel, and uninviting pressing on my cockhead. Every other part of me in contact with her is pleasant, soft, and warm. This is different.

"Wha-" I go to ask, but am interrupted by Guenevere.

"Oh, that's a gift from my father, if I'm calling it what he does. It's a chastity belt. He had my chambermaid ensure that I put it on, and he made special care to have the key on his person at all times. This was to make sure that the visit to the capitol isn't an embarrassing one, or that his youngest princess doesn't wind up pregnant. You might have seen him wearing it, it's the overdesigned silver key he had around his neck today."

I vaguely recall such a decoration, although I admit to myself that I wasn't spending a lot of time looking at a grown man's jewelry, with all the distracting ladies present to try and win my favor. As creepy as the chastity belt might sound to an outsider, I understand. Cole is just that kind of person. He's overly protective, and has strange methods. Probably why my cousins are the people they are.

"Hope it doesn't bother you. I'd take it off, I'm sure it's absolutely unbearable for you, but, sadly, I cannot do so. If daddy had his way, it'd be a permanent affirming to his little girl." she says, pushing further and grinding against me a bit.

If this were any other woman sharing my bed with me right now, I'd have the finest blacksmith in the land awoken from his slumber, transported at haste to the castle, and hired to remove this sexual prison.