Two visitors

A good work out and several new bruises from the royal weapons master helped Aarni settle his temper. Whatever happened tonight, he mustn’t take it out on the poor young woman that would be coming to his room tonight. That would be dishonorable, and the Queen would use it to her advantage. No, he must be very careful to do everything right. If he wasn’t going to mate with the young lady, he must step very carefully.

Funny enough, if he returned the girl bruised and humiliated but impregnated, no one would mind. But he must not do anything with her if he wasn’t going to finish inside her. That was the deal. All the young ladies in the palace were there hoping to catch the eye of a prince, get pregnant and be able to return to their family victorious. The social pressure was so high on them. . . he pitied the young woman that came to his room tonight. She wouldn’t be looked at the same leaving his room without receiving his seed. He sat on his bed and went over his training in his head, visualizing tactical scenarios and duels, relished in visualizing dueling his brother. Of course it would never, could never happen, but Sune was no match for Aarni with a sword, so he could at least fantasize about humiliating and destroying his older brother that way.

The knock he was waiting for finally came.

“Come in”

Surprisingly it was not the young lady but the queen. “Aarni, I hope you aren’t too disappointed in your poor fortune, if you had told me you were interested in Alara, she would have been prepared for you.”

“With all due respect, your highness, I’m not interested in your explanation, or whatever goals you have for me, I’ll not be breeding anyone tonight, so you can save the young lady the disappointment and just leave me alone.”

She paused.

“I’m disappointed, Aarni. You know how much I care about your brother and you. Your poor father only had two children and sadly, his illness means I won’t be able to add to the family, I like to think of the two of you as my own, and if you ever wish it, I’d love for you to join your brother in his preparations to take over the kingdom. He could use your help you know; you could be a powerful **** in Mnozimar.”

He could imagine her plans, playing the two of them off each other, manipulating them both with her plots and sex. She was incredibly beautiful, perfect breasts, shapely hips, she had ascended to the Queenship with her looks, her seductive talents and her cleverness. The first two had Aarni fantasizing about grabbing her, throwing her on his bed and having his way with her. The third was why he wouldn’t. He’d seen her work others, had seen her rule over men that were led by their lusts, the way she ruled his brother now. He was no match for her in cleverness and plotting, but he could at least be wise enough to not step into that arena.

He ignored most of what she said, and he could tell she was disappointed that he hadn’t already submitted to her will.

She touched his arm lightly, brushing her fingers slowly on his skin. “I can’t make you fuck anyone, Aarni, but you will have a girl from the breeding tonight, she will come to this room and stay the night. What you do with her is up to you, but the law is clear, and you will follow it.”

With that she left. As she turned, he finally let himself look at her. Her smooth skin, the subtle curves of her legs, her dress was fairy silk, slit all the way up her thigh and then open, showing the small of her back all the way up to her neck. He chastised himself for not getting a good look at her front, her breasts had to look amazing under that nearly transparent fabric.

He caught himself. That was the way to ruin, he couldn’t let himself think like that, no matter what the Queen wore. In fact, with that outfit, coming alone to his room. . . had she come here to seduce him? Could he have taken her right then, claimed her with his cock, grabbed her breasts as he plow. . .

“Damnit Aarni, you can’t let her win like that. Of course she came here to seduce you, the minute she’s fucking both you and your brother she’ll use you against each other and rule the kingdom herself.”

He went to his dressing room and splashed some water on his face. He had to get his composure back; with this setback she was sure to send some poor girl she felt she could use tonight. If Aarni was to keep his dream alive, he’d need to stay a virgin tonight, and the raging erection he had thinking about his father’s wife and her dress wasn’t going to help.

The door to his room opened.

“Excuse me, sire? Are you here my prince?”

By Kresta her soft, melodic voice was enough right now to send him over the edge of reason. He did his best to compose himself.

“I’m in here, washing my face.”

“Oh prince, let me help.” The young lady said and rounded the corner into his dressing room.

She was perfect. A vision of youthful vibrance and sex appeal. If you had told him the goddess had walked into his room herself Aarni wouldn’t have been able to disagree. Her gown was the same fabric as the Queen’s, her’s a plain white and much simpler, but that body didn’t need a fancy dress, the neckline showcased the magnificent cleavage of her round breasts, her nipples showing through the fabric, below that the gown flowed down over a thin, smooth waist and barely covered her sex, leaving her strong, peasant-girl legs on full display. She wasn’t a long, statuesque beauty like the queen, she had the appeal of a robust farm girl, a straight forward pretty with curves that had his pants straining to contain his desire.

She washed his face, pressing her tits against his arm, her waist to his hip, as she gently attended to him. She blushed, her face inches from his, her mouth the perfect distance, all he’d need to do is turn his head and meet her lips, “is there anything else I can wash for you, my lord?”

He took a deep breath, determined not to show his struggle, and then opened his mouth and failed miserably, squeaking out “No, thank you, I’m good.”

“What’s the matter, you don’t like me?” she asked.