Yes, he dreams of a steamy encounter in a medieval world

With reality far from the reaches of Johnny’s sleeping consciousness, he begins to slip into the dream world. With the past few days being on the street again, and the incident of him being hit by a car it seems his subconscious believes that he can use a reprieve from all the chaos. The cells in his brain begins working to creat something more leisurely, and enjoyable for Johnny to participate in while his body rests. His mind starts pulling from both thought, and memory, desire, and idea, to bring into existence a new personalized universe. Desire being the corner stone in this construction, as taking centerfold as inspiration for this dreamscape is his guilty pleasure series Ocean Island Queendoms.

The erotic romance book series staring a much sought after princeling boy, and his many female lovers, and suitors. Though in this version of the world it’s decided Johnny himself will be taking the role of the main character. A rather obvious pick of course as this IS Johnny’s dream after all. So as self indulgent as it is his mind has no shame selecting him as the protagonist of the realm. Of course the book isn’t the only thing influencing the foundation of this world. As people, and faces that Johnny’s recently meet start to seep, and mix in with the source material from the books. It can be those big or small, from people he’s only catches glimpse of, to those he’s gotten to know slightly. All of these factors, and references boil together in the folds of Johnny brain till eventually he awakes into this freshly brewed new universe!

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Jonathan opens his eyes to find himself sitting on the sitting on the side of his bed. He is alone in his quarters, the room dim with the only illumination coming from dull light of the night sky. A large portrait of Jonathan himself sits over to the left of the room over by a unlit fire place. The painting depicts Jonathan in grand spender, there not singular hair out of place, nor a blemish on his face as he stand in a purposeful attentive stance that has his eyes looking forward towards any would be observer.

Blue jay birds caught in the frozen moment of a painters brush fly over head. A small gust of wind can be seen carrying forward a freshly fallen green leave that twirls around the lower part of Jonathan’s pink dress. Its inclusion a signal of the bright days of summer, or perhaps spring. The cobble stone street which he is preached upon trails behind him for only a short walks worth till reaches the imposing steady door of the castle. The highest tower of the inner royal fortress the fluffy clouds in the sky parted as to rain down naught but a single day of light. An iconic spectacle of natural improbability fitting for the high worth of Jonathan’s unique birth.

Jonathan is a royal. Yet not any just royal, for as large as noble trees can grown, Jonathan was a special sprouting in the lineage. He is first born son and currently the ONLY offspring of the king, and queen. This making him the solo living heir to the throne if anything were to happen to his parents. A quite valuable position indeed. The room the boy occupied making such a fact obvious to those with a keen eye for subtlety. His room is full of valuables to be nothing out of the ordinary for a noble. From the master works furnishing of the room which is carved from a pure white birch, to the fanciful tiger patterned rug which Jonathan’s bed is placed upon.

All expensive things a royal would have. Yet it’s the pure abundance of pointless luxuries itself that is the hint at Jonathan’s status as an heir. A bejeweled fine tea set rests on a large sitting table off on the right side of the room. A large ornamental vase is laying centerfold a top a large white white wood dresser with a back mirror. Then to the left of that on the same dresser is a massive spotted cyan egg, held up on display, in a glass case. Finally on the sitting table laying next to his bed is small sculpted figurine of a model ship.

This mishmash of radically different expensive nick nacks point to them all being gifts from different people. For they all seem to clash with each other, there being no unifying commonalty between any of them besides being expensive looking. This lending credence to the reality that none of these things were selected by the prince, and these gifts are just the result of some noblewoman, or man trying to gain favor with something exotic, and lavish. These gifts are actually only from this month as well, with Jonathan having to rotate out what he has on display in his room before he has to pawn off, or regift old gifts to make room for new ones. Really with all this constant stream of attention, and niceties one would think Jonathan happy.

However even with such a massively enviable lifestyle Jonathan has a problem that has been plaguing him for a while now. A very lewd problem...

“My prince...” A low sultry voice then pierces through the air startling Jonathan.

Despite there being no echo in the room it feels as if the voice swirls around Johnathan, reverberating around his mind. The prince shivers him recognizing the voice of one his butlers going by the name Gracelyn. Wait why did he shiver Jonathan thinks? Him taking notice that for some reason the the dreery atmosphere in his room has shifted to something... different.... There being a hint of... perhaps.... eroticism lingering around the room... Jonathan blushes as he clenches his jaw all flustered.

Just where is such an aura coming from? Jonathan then freezes as suddenly he feels his cock twitch under his dress. His eyes go wide with embarrassment, ever muscle in his body tensing up as he flicks his eyes around the room in a panic. He feels his cock then twitch again, his body seemingly rebelling against him. Ngahhh, he can’t let some one see him like this he’s a prince after all, he’s supposed to be innocent and pure!!! Urges like this it’s unbecoming!

Like all good boys chastity is virtue that was heavily stressed by both his parents, and his teachers when growing up. A boy keeping his virginity till marriages a huge part of his perceived virtue. Only harlots, prostitutes, and boys of low moral fiber engage in sexual escapades. A man who gets fucked before being made a groom is practically thought of as spoiled goods. This goes doubly for a prince. As a princes usually are married off to some princess for some political maneuvering, as is their duty of being a prince.

To offer up a prince who is not a virgin is seen as a insult, and almost always is seen as voiding whatever contract is held between two parties which involves said marriage between princess and, tainted prince. It’s why the idea of sex is particularly demonized by Jonathan’s royal tutors when ever they had to educate him on the subject, little as they ever actually did. Hell even the idea of male masturbation is treated like some form of taboo! It being described as if it’s some sort of necessary evil rather then something natural. With Jonathan even being threatened by his teachers, and parents with the concept of being put into a chastity cage if he turned this necessary evil into an over indulgence.

With it being that there is no real way to tell a man’s virginity except by the sensitiveness of his cock. It’s only guess work really yet it’s the only real point of reference one can work with. With such an unreliable measurement there is a fear among men and their family that they might dull their own sensitivity with excessive masturbation, and hence making people think they are not a virgin. To counter this risk a good number of boys are limited in how much they can touch themselves, with being common place to put boys into chastity as soon as they come of age by their families.

Now by the good grace of his parent’s mercy Jonathan has been so far spared such a fate. Still he’s been conditioned so much to reject sex the very act of him getting aroused in the presence of a woman has him become terrified. Very much like how he feels now. Him now alone in the dark of night in his bed chambers as a female servant is entering his quarters, this is a recipe for disaster! He needs to tell her to leave right now, he should tell her to leave right now. It’s totally inappropriate for her to be in his room this late! Yet this feeling of arousal in his heart is diluting his sense of fear. The normally vigilant mind of his now has a fracture. The years of discipline under his tutors now being challenged by a wandering curiosity. A lazily circling temptation that wants him to indulge.

It all due to the fact that he’s put off pleasuring himself for a number of weeks now. A summer festival has been coming up in the queendom, one which as the prince of the queendom he has a big part in. It’s some sort of old tradition to have the prince lead this particular event so for days now he’s spent most of his time practicing for the big event. This has left him him dead tired by twilight hours, the time he usually spends once and, a while pleasuring himself.

It’s part of the reason why Jonathan is up so late right now. He’s been trying to find the will, and strength to pleasure himself. Desperately he wants release, but he’s so tired he doesn’t think he has the strength. This along with the appearance of Gracelyn is what is sending his mind down a less the reputable path. That maybe if he can’t touch him self she can?

“Gracelyn you visit me so late in the night what would the other servants, or perchance a noble say if they saw you enter my chambers at such a time?” Johnathan asks the servant staying still to keep up appearances, him not turning to look at Gracelyn as he tries to conceal that anything is amiss.

He tries his best not move, reaching an impasse of wanting to hide his shame and chase Gracelyn away, and wanting her to stay, and ‘take care’ of his swelling cock. It’s what stops him from directly asking. His conscious weighting to heavy on his mind to cross that boundary. Breaking his parents trust, of being with a woman, it be letting not only them down, but the whole queendom.

However if he isn’t the once initiating such a scandal can he really be blamed for it? If Gracelyn makes the first move it can’t really be considered his fault right? He is just a boy after all, even if he is a prince what hope does he have of resisting the charms of a strong handsome female? It can’t possible be his fault no one can blame me Jonathan reasons. Him committing to this warped sense of logic in a attempt to try to wash his hands of the situation. Twisting the narrative so that if Gracelyn does take some form of action in his own head he’ll be blameless.

A small high crrrreaaakkkk cuts through the silence again as Gracelyn slowly shuts the door behind herself. The lock sliding into place on the handle of the door with a soft barely audible click.

“Then I shall tell them I served the prince’s needs as he required me.” Gracelyn purrs as she slowly takes a step towards Jonathan who still hasn’t turned to face him.

A short gasp escapes Jonathan’s lips upon hearing such a reply, a flicker of desire in his chest making him shivers once more. Does Gracelyn mean that she knows the issue that’s been plaguing him? That he’s been ‘needy’ for some time? Jonathan starts to sweat. Good lords he hasn’t been making it obvious has he? Does any one else in the queendom know, the other servants, his teachers, some of the guards maybe?

This is a mistake, tells himself as prickles of anxiousness makes his head buzz. He knows he has to tell Gracelyn she should leave now before something happens, yet he can’t. All of the muscles in his body tense up as that longing that has been haunting him for these past few weeks make his cock twitch again. Release, he needs release it’ll feel so goodddddd. Wait, argh nononono he can’t, he has to be good he can’t! It’s fine, it’s fine he can just push this a little further, he’s done no sin yet, he’s just.... talking...

“I did not remember asking for your service.” Jonathan says a slightly bit of challenge in his voice, him holding his breath as wishes to see if Gracelyn will push back, or leave.

Now if Gracelyn doesn’t relent again it REALLY wouldn’t be his fault if something happens. It is though, a low condemning voice in the back of Jonathan’s mind scolds. No it isn’t, a high pitched understanding voice coos in the back of the mind as well, it giving sympathy to the prince. Jonathan wrings his hands in his lap, he just can’t take this. As the two half’s of his mind spar over one course of action or another, he presses his nails into the palm of his left hand trying use the pain in an attempt to regain control of his head.

These afflictions of yearning lust, and persisting fatigue, too debilitating on his brain for him to choose the path forward. Whipping his long golden blonde hair, Jonathan vigorous shakes his head to finally quell this distressing argument taking place in his subconscious. Jonathan decides if he can’t make a choice some one else will just have to make it for him. So he off loads the his fate onto Gracelyn. She will be the one the deciding factor this evening-tide in whether he’ll stay pure, not him.

With no more chattering of voices in his head, all parts of Jonathan’s psyche seem to be in agreement with this arrangement. He bites his lower lip while tension builds with in him. Is she going to stay, or is she going to go. Gracelyn’s answer comes quickly as an another foot step can be heard click against the pine wood for as Gracelyn inches closer. Her beginning to round the fancy queen sized bed to get closer to Jonathan.

“A good servant can tell when she is needed with out the call of her master.” Gracelyn replies again, Jonathan able to feel her encroaching presence as she draws even more near.

She knows, she knows, she has to know, Jonathan thinks. The small hairs on his neck standing up while goose pimples start to form all over his body. The knowledge that Gracelyn is aware of his situation like splash of freezing water. A terrible chill of sharp embarrassment having the prince shiver. He must seem like such a trollop, how can he ever live down the shame. Gracelyn is now half way past the foot of the bed.

The pale rays from the full moon that are spilling in from the bed room wing giving enough light for the butler to clearly gaze over the prince. Jonathan can feel the eyes searching him, drinking in his form as he stays still as can be, still not trying to give away any hint of emotion or feeling. That stolid statuesqueness offering a perfect image for Gracelyn to behold. With the lunar light illuminating the prince, Jonathan almost seems to have a subtle sliver glow about him.

The pale white royal dress he wears blends in with the light. Those gold trims that are woven into the fabric sparkle like small gilded streams. The designs a series of interlocking lines that trail upwards, over his shoulders to mirror the same pattern down his back. A tight corset that gently compacts the prince’s waist, and helps accentuates both his chest, and read is devoid of the gold trim. Instead the front of white leather lace binder is inter woven with a series of shimmering pearls that from into the shape of a heart. The precious ordnance pairing well with the fancy swirl shapes that are edged into the leather.

Yet there are still more glitters to be found upon prince Jonathan’s apparel. As round his neck is a white cloth choker, to which a flawless ruby held by a polished silver ring is clipped to the front. Finally there is the literal crown jewel of Jonathan’s outfit. As sitting up top his long gold hair which falls all the way to his back, is the royal prince tiara. Exquisiteness give physical the form, this piece of marvelous craft man ship shines bright like the starts of the night sky. Each of the ten diamonds that sit upon the tiara like angels tears. With the circlet of the tiara it’s self even more precious then gold, as it’s made out of pure platinum.

Gracelyn treads closer to Jonathan, despite the garb of the prince being worth more then the entire castle he resides in, the butlers sights stay fixed to something even more valuable. It’s those eyes of Jonathan’s, his irises pure and blue like the most beautiful of ocean water. Even with the fog of exhaustion lingering at the edges the they still allow Gracelyn a privilege. They let Gracelyn see into the prince’s very soul.

To catch a glimpse of his very core, his very being. There’s refinement, a carefully cultivated masculine poise about the prince which had been built up through years of etiquette training. Yet further down past that outer crust of elegance lies a heart of innocence, and purity. Qualities that some like Gracelyn herself embody the true nature of men rather then just proper manners, and fictitious posturing. To Gracelyn parallel to woman’s stolid reliable, man are unwieldy passion. They are emotion, spirit, life...

Yet in Jonathan’s position as a young man, and prince, he is **** to suppress such things. A true injustice that Gracelyn believes must be rectified. All the that tension bubbling with in Jonathan screams to be let out, to shoot out.... Now directly in front of the royal princeling Gracelyn brings a hand to Jonathan’s face. Gently she cups his cheek, a thumb sliding to the left in order to glide over the young man’s kissable lips.

A small smudge of pink staining Gracelyn’s finger as she wipes away some of the vibrant lipstick the prince is wearing, to see his more subtle, yet in turn more beautiful natural color of his mouth. All the blush on his cheeks, dyes, and other make up plastered on Jonathan’s face just an obstruction to his real true beauty.

“You truly are pretty my prince, none of the others can see it, but I can...” Gracelyn purrs her hand slowly trailing over Jonathan’s face as she wipes away more the make up.

Jonathan closes his eyes allowing Gracelyn to brush alway all of the cosmetics on his face. This leaving Gracelyn’s one hand caked in products.

“There’s my little prince...” Grace whispers her getting in real closer before she then presses her lips against Jonathan’s.

The prince feels his heart skip a beat, him putting a hand back behind to steady himself as Gracelyn leans forward to make kiss as intimate, and deep as possible. There’s a soft flavor of sweetness that Jonathan can taste as his lips stay interlocked with Gracelyn’s. The butler refusing to relent with only a few seconds of contact, as the moment just kept going, and going. Gracelyn keeping the passionate interaction for long as she can, like she feared it would be the last bit of contact she would ever have with the prince.

There’s an audible mwah as she finally does break contact after a minute. Her, and Jonathan inhaling deeply to catch their breathe while a single string of spit still hangs between each other’s mouths. Jonathan feels himself float for a second, his eyes becoming glazed over for a second as a shot of dopamine floods his system. His body feels all tingly, and light a little bit of that drool from his mouth running down his chin as he sits almost in a trance.

It’s his first ever kiss, and while it’d be thought by wider society as a completely impermissible to preform such an act with a servant. While if his parents ever knew they’d be furious, and no doubt lock him in chastity saying how they’ve been lenient, and that his sex has lead him astray. Right now he doesn’t care, the culture of restraint he’s lived is nonexistent for the time being. With the prince being completely lost in the moment.

“Messy boy, must I always be looking out for you?” Gracelyn smiles with amusement as she pulls a handkerchief from, and cleans the spit from Jonathan.

Jonathan bites her lower lip as an aroused tingle shoots from the top of his spine down, all the way to the tip of his cock. That enticing domineering tone of Gracelyn’s emanates a female energy that has his heart start to race. His chest begins rising, and falling rapidly with his quickening breathing. A tightens is in his abdomen as a snake of desire coils around his stomach. It feels all fluttery, like a pack of butterflies had just been released inside his belly.

“Gracelyn please...” Jonathan’s fists clench around the fabric of the dress in his lap, the prince not able to even finish his sentence as arousal bubbles up with in him.

“Shh, there’s no need to speak my prince I know what you want.” Gracelyn whispers as she puts the handkerchief back in her vest pocket to leave both her hands free.

With that she runs her palms over each side of Jonathan’s collar bone, her hands coming together to converge slackly around the boys throat. Jonathan holds his breathe, even as Gracelyn doesn’t put any pressure a slight bit of instinctual fear flashes across the boy’s face at Gracelyn’s hands being placed on such a **** spot. The butler then moves her hands apart, no longer wrapping them around Jonathan’s, but instead resting her hands on the sides of his windpipe. It only due to curiosity that Gracelyn even lingered in such a dangerous position, her momentarily unable to help herself as she was just to temped to see what it felt like to wield her natural feminine strength over a boy.

Of course not wishing to actually hurt or intimidate the prince she then playfully taps the tips of her fingers against Jonathan’s skin while she runs her hands down the sides of his slender neck. Spidering her way down she goes downwards past Jonathan’s collar bone, the slowly over his chest, before finally skittering around his ribs under his arms, and to his back.

Gracelyn then tilts herself forward pressing Jonathan into a gentle embrace, which due to her standing, and him sitting ends up have Jonathan resting his head on Grace’s stomach at a vertical angle. This position very much empathizing who is in control, and taking the lead. It makes the prince really feel Gracelyn’s power as looking up from this angle Jonathan felt nearly tiny. The butler just barely peaking over her own boobs with a look of sly infatuation as she looks down at the prince, like he was just some small puppy.

“My, my, your majesty, isn’t this a taboo sight, a butler over her prince, how scandalous!” Gracelyn exclaims with a tone of faux dramatics, a obvious sense of mirth coming from her as she then starts to tug at the strings of the boy’s corset.

Slowly she loosens the laces, unwrapping Jonathan like he’s a present or a sweet confectionery treat. Though Gracelyn isn’t planning on devouring the prince. Much of a legendary boast, and as satisfying it would be for her to just take him with little regards for the boys own thoughts, Gracelyn is only concerned with the prince’s pleasure. While she’s sure to feel some egotistic satisfaction with being the one to make a boy, and royal one at that cry out in bliss.

Gracelyn thoughts are mostly of what the prince wants... what he needs... He has to be freed, let his heart be set ablaze, and his body ripple with feeling, and passion. Shackles of self suppression, most be broken to let slip the cries of primal urges. Oh how she wants to see him cry, cry out, and moan. Jonathan’s heart is beating rapidly now as he feels the corset that’s been firmly tired round his stomach start to slip away. Once fully free Gracelyn holds up the singular pace that held everything in place like a trophy, the white corset falling off into Jonathan’s lap the scene reminiscent of a butterfly shedding its cocoon.

Jonathan finds he’s able to breathe a little more freely with the corset off, him almost feeling a sense of satisfaction as he sees Gracelyn take it from his lap, and toss it over her shoulder to the floor behind her along with the lace string. Even if that thing helps with his figure it can be so constraining at times. So Jonathan can’t help but let slip a smug smile as he looks at the fancy article of clothing now all crumpled up on the floor. Jonathan then jumps a tiny bit as his eyes then return to his butler, with Gracelyn now suddenly having her hands on his narrow shoulders. Guiding him, she pulls him up into his feet to stand.

A gaze is held between servant, and prince, as Gracelyn then pulls on the shoulder sleeves of Jonathan’s dress. Her further unraveling his garb as she slips the dress down his arms, the large v neck hole widening as it is pulled down around his arms. Half way down his chest now Jonathan’s bra just barely peaks out from under the top of the dress. The prince shivers slightly.

This sensation of the fabric inching away from his body, and air of the room touching the exposed skin igniting a rush fresh arousal, and yearning to be stripped further. Gracelyn’s face then slips into a smirk, her holding a second to tease the prince. His longing to be stripped even further obvious from his shakes, and the flicker in his eye. As a reward for this impish antic Graclyn gets a frustrated whimper, from Jonathan. Exhaustion, and aching joints keeping him from even making an attempt to try to take the dress the rest of the way down Jonathan just looks at Gracelyn with wide pleading eyes.

“Alright alright my prince there’s no need to make such a sad expression, I’ll keep going.” Gracelyn says with a soft smile, Jonathan just to precious looking to keep teasing.

Pulling the dress down even more Gracelyn’s eyes reflect a bright glint as her hands now trace over the soft flesh of Jonathan’s stomach. More of his milky skin being revealed, as the dress goes down, down, down. All the way till it slips fully from Jonathan’s body to lay crumpled upon the floor around his feet. Jonathan breathes deeply the dynamic in the room becoming a lot more erotic as he stands there in his underwear. Him looking like some sort of lewd dancer from one of those far off desert countries as he stands with his tiara, and fancy heels still on.

Gracelyn then takes a hand, and placing her palm against Jonathan’s stomach just holds it there for a few seconds. Her looking into Jonathan’s eyes with a strange tranquillity as she feels the princes tummy rise, and far slightly with his breathing. The butler again feeling that sense of life that she always saw from the prince when ever she would serve him in the castle. So bright, and kind he is to everyone, the young man always upbeat in personable to everyone regardless of their status, or class.

A beacon of light to every one it broke Gracelyn’s heart when she saw him starting to become slowly more, and more aloof recently. It took her a little while to figure out why her prince’s burning light had begun fading, but once she did all the signs became obvious. The longing, that throbbing that hid under that demeanor of elegance. How no one else can see it makes Gracelyn ashamed for the queendom. How can they neglect their future, their heir, it’s all so pitiful. It’s okay now though, as Gracelyn is here to put everything right.

Jonathan doesn’t full understand the look in Gracelyn’s eyes as she continues to hold her hand to his stomach. Such admiration in her gaze, it makes the boy’s cheeks go all rosy. Still he appreciates the fondness she’s showing for him none the less. Jonathan then jumps a little as Gracelyn moves he hand down Jonathan’s stomach. Her gliding down till she has her fingers in the waist band of the prince’s panties, right at the crotch part where the bulge of his semi erect cock is concealed. The prince then shivers as he allows Gracelyn to gingerly pull forward the front of his panties, exposing his penis as she rests the waist band under his sack just behind his balls.

“Mmmm you really are stunning, ever bit of you stunning.” Gracelyn hums with hungry eyes as she looks upon Jonathan’s sex.

Jonathan can feel his chest start to rise and fall at an increased pace. Him able to see his own arousal now sending him deeper into longing. The erotic sight of his smooth hairless cock twitching ever so slight, doing away with any sense of lingering modesty he had left. His half erect member shameless crying out for touch, and stimulation as a singular bead of pre cum leaks from his tip to his dress laying on the floor. Jonathan doesn’t have the time to even feel embarrassed for such a shameful act involuntary though it may be. As Gracelyn isn’t yet satisfied with Jonathan’s state of undress yet.

Not wanting to leave the job half done, and eager to see the prince at his purest from she keeps going. Fingers already at his back, and fiddling with the the hook of the boys bra, Gracelyn finds herself fumbling with the notch. To witness the young royal as naked as the day he was born, to have him at his rawest from. Culture, civilization, country, all left as a pile on the floor till only the man remains. Oh the thought has Gracelyn becoming a clumsy, so excited is she that it takes her a minute or two to get the boy’s bra to unhook with her trembling fingers.

Once she does though Jonathan shivers again, another wave of arousal washing over him from head to toe. A deep sense of shyness also accompany his horniness makes him feel all squirmy as he maneuvers his arms about to help Gracelyn slip the bra from his body. The butler quickly tossing the fancy top over her shoulder to focus on leering at the young royals now bare nipples. It seems a little bit of coaxing is required before that can happen though part though, as Jonathan finds himself extra shy about showing off his chest. It being his last bastion of unseen modesty, as soon as the bra has been take he instinctively covered himself with a arm.

Even with all of these feelings, and urges rushing through his body, and mind a small part of him clings to repression. To suppression, Jonathan feeling so nervous about taking the final leap. Noticing this hesitation, Gracelyn approaches the prince with a gentle kindness in her heart. Much as she wants to see that last sacred part of Jonathan’s body. To just throw his hands a side, so that she can bare witness to the hidden flesh. Gracelyn stifles such a beast like urge, her refocusing, and reminding herself that she is her to help the prince not ravage the poor boy. At least not in away that’ll make him uncomfortable.

“Are you nervous my Prince?” Asks Gracelyn in low soft voice, her hand tenderly caressing the arm Jonathan is using to cover himself.

Her fingers leave a light feathery sensation as she strokes the length of his elbow to his wrist. Her using the same kind soft touch one would when petting a baby kitten as the palm of her hand glides over prince’s skin.

“It’s okay my dear Jonathan, don’t be afraid let me see all of you.” Gracelyn speaks with a delicate soothing calmness, that has a subtle authoritative undertone.

Her pushing Jonathan ever so slightly out of his comfort zone as she reassert control by taking his obstructing arm by the wrist, and slowly moving it away from his chest. Two helpless nipples color of a dull pink are now laid bare for Gracelyn to behold. Such small delicate parts of a boy, yet so titillating. Like twin peaks they stand outward above the rest of Jonathan’s chest. Stiff from either the small amount of chill in the room, or arousal Gracelyn doesn’t know. It doesn’t much matter though to her as she can’t stop to ponder such a thing now.

She isn’t yet done with ‘purifying’ her prince. Working silently hungrily Gracelyn sets about stripping Jonathan fully. First she takes down the panties still hanging onto him all the way down, her tapping the side of the boy’s ankle to signal for him to lift his feet up briefly to fully step out of the undergarments. With Gracelyn also taking the time to sweep away the dress at his feet as well with the panties. She pauses for a second to ogle Jonathan’s penis. It’s completely hairless, and smooth the prince practicing good grooming like a proper boys should. His length is about 3 inches semi erect, Gracelyn hedging a guess the is around 2 inches soft and, probably about 4 inches hard. It looks that even though the gods have blessed the boy with the gift of beauty, they have denied Jonathan the natural boon of endowment.

Yet that’s fine to Gracelyn her actually preferring men on the smaller side as she found their genital both cute, and easier to handle. After She’s then finished gawking at his member she takes his tiara. Making sure to treat such a sign of the boys royal status with respect Gracelyn uses two hands to slowly remove the bejeweled circlet. Her proceeding with thoughtfulness and focus as make absolutely sure she doesn’t leave any sort of blemish or scratch on the prince’s tiara while she handles it. Slowly with a look of concentration she then gently places the down on the nightstand next to Jonathan’s bed her only finally taking breathe of relief once it’s safely out of harms way.

There is only one piece of clothing now left on Jonathan. His fancy heels now the only remnant of his royal position, Gracelyn kneels down to discard of the foot wear. The finally piece, the finally burden on the prince. Helping to hold the boy steady she lifts up his foot one at a time as she slips the heels from him. This leaving the prince’s dainty feet bare, and him a few inches shorter with out the added elevation of the heels.

Kicking the prince’s footwear to the side Gracelyn is practically vibrating with excitement as she at last sees the prince completely naked. Not a stitch, not scrap of fabric to cover his nudity, no inch of Jonathan is left hidden to Gracelyn. Her eyes flicking all over him from head to toe. Ever contour, and crevasse of the prince’s body being trailed over, and over by Gracelyn’s gaze.

She finds herself breathless for a moment as she keeps staring. This is the prince at his core, all of his soul on display along with his earthy vessel. A sense of piety seeming to flow from Jonathan, even if every person in polite society would condemn him for the state he’s currently in. To Gracelyn they are all just fools, they can’t see the holiness, the goodness in the prince like this. He is free, he is alive, he is amazing...

Just then Jonathan suddenly turns his back to Gracelyn.

“I’m-m sorry Gracelyn I can’t do this it’s wrong!” He exclaims shaking his head vigorously as he stays facing away.

“My prince?” Gracelyn’s voice goes up an octave as she’s filled with confusion by Jonathan’s suddenly change in demeanor.

She tries to reach to touch the boy’s shoulder, but he quickly recoils, pulling away from her hand.

“No No, I can’t I’d let every one in the queendom down!” Jonathan insists with more wild shakes of the head as he moves away from Gracelyn.

Before the final moment of truth a crippling wave of guilt had hit Jonathan. Everything rushing through his head at once he could see it all. His parents, his teachers, the face of his subjects, the landscape of his queendom it all relied on him. How can he even think for betraying all of that. Just for night, a singular moment of indulgence? No it’s so wrong how did he even allow things to go this far? He’s letting every one down, giving into temptation like this.

Through all the kindness of everyone around he was about to throw it all back in their faces! Oh what a sinful pathetic creature he is, he doesn’t deserve the title of prince, he doesn’t even deserve the title of man, he’s just a lowly lustful beast! Jonathan brings his hands up to cover his face, emotions reaching to a tipping point as tears begin to well up in his eyes. Despair, shame and self loathing have him wishing he can just take it all back. That he just never let himself have such a moment of weakness. The poor boy feeling lower then dirt as the tears start to roll down his cheeks. He is filth...

“ENOUGH!” Gracelyn roars at the prince her grabbing him suddenly by the shoulders and spinning him around to face her.

Jonathan blinks a few times through his tears, suprise and bewilderment flashing through him as he’s caught off guard by Gracelyn’s shouting at him. He’s never heard her, or any other servant for that manner raise their voice towards him. This, and, Gracelyn’s sudden shift in demeanor pulls him from his sorrow replacing it with a much greater feeling shock.

“Prince Jonathan enough of this self torment it serves no one!” Gracelyn exclaims her eyes aflame with anger, and frustration.

She grips his shoulders tightly holding him in place so that Jonathan is **** to look at her. Gracelyn then winces her features softening from anger to now just sadness. A somber frown across her face, has Jonathan on the back foot. He’s unsure of what to do. Not expecting such a reaction from Gracelyn, he’s wonders what he’s said that has her so upset. Surely this isn’t just because of him rejecting her courting at the last moment? No, impossible the way Gracelyn has been speaking to him he’s positive her priority is something deeper then just a need to satisfy her own lust. So why has what he said angered her so?

“Theses standards you’re holding your self too are harming you, how will you keep serving the queendom if you fall into disarray and dismay, you’re acting selfish!” Gracelyn says her voice still raised in almost a half yell as she continue to lambast Jonathan.

“Wha- selfish?” Jonathan whispers under his breath him again taken a back, how can any one have the opinion that denying one’s self temptations is selfish?

“Yes selfish, I know you think what you are doing is upholding your duty but you’ve mistaken your own sense of ego for virtue.” Gracelyn says, narrowing her eyes at the boy with a stern stare.

There’s a expression of disbelief on Jonathan’s face never in a million years did he ever think some one would claim something like this to him, especially after he’s been working so hard, put himself through so much.

“What no-no everything I do I’ve been doing for the queendom how can you even say such a thing Gracelyn.” Jonathan shoots back shocked, and offended.

“Really, I can see the sadness you walk around with these days, as can others in the castle is this any way for a prince to act, a prince is supposed to be joyful, and full of life for they are the very light of a queendom you stifling yourself is putting this light at risk.” Gracelyn says her speech becoming a lot less of an passionate rant, and more of a stolid lecture, her becoming more calm, but still fundamentally apprehensive to Jonathan’s actions.

Jonathan clenches his fists, a sense of frustration building in the young prince as Gracelyn keeps bombarding him with condemnation.

“And how would you fix the situation deflower me?” Jonathan yells his suddenly.

The boy finally reaching a boiling point he unleashes his fury upon his servant woman.

“That would be most certainly the very betrayal of the queendom which you insist I should avoid.” Jonathan says as he continues to shouts back his tone high pitched and wavering his eyes getting misty once more as he feels like he’s about to cry again.

Gracelyn seeing this rage just sighs at the prince. Him a little red in face from his anger, his brow furrowed. Such a pitiful sight for a royal.

“Dear boy is your mind really so clouded by fog, and untamed l arousal that you would every think I was suggesting such an act.” Gracelyn scolds Jonathan with a shake of the head as she speaks in that same disappointing tone Jonathan’s tutors do when he’s done something wrong.

That inflection in her voice quickly takes the wind out of Jonathan’s sails.

“H-how else would you provide me relief?” Jonathan stutters anger gone as starts to feel a growing sense of awkwardness, and embarrassment in his chest.

Gracelyn sighs her no longer scornful, but rather pitiful of the prince as she then goes into her vest pocket, and pulls out her handkerchief.

“With this.” She states matter a factly as she displays the fine silk of piece of deep red in a flat palm.

Jonathan looks at the handkerchief, slowly the gears in his head turning till his face comes upon a look of recognition as he realizes how Gracelyn plans to use it.

“S-so do you mean to-.”

“Yes I shall use my hand to help you, and all of your lust will be caught with my handkerchief.” Gracelyn explains cutting off Jonathan to quickly brush over this tedious explanation to the boy.

“I-I, oh...”

Jonathan looks down at the floor. Him feeling rather stupid for not realizing that such a method of relief is rather obvious. If it’s just Gracelyn’s hand his cock shouldn’t be in any danger of being desensitized.

“I-I thought that...” Jonathan trails off him looking away from Gracelyn to abashed to even admit he let his imagination run away with him.

“You had a silly thought, all men have a bit of silliness even princes much as they try to hide it.” Gracelyn say gently cupping Jonathan’s chin, and turning his head to look at her.

“It’s just a masculine trait that you can’t help, but that silliness is part of what makes men special.” Gracelyn whispers, she then leans forward, and give Jonathan a soft kiss on the lips.

“You’re hearts full of whimsy, and fickleness is what makes us woman want to keep you boys around.” Gracelyn smiles, her words spoken with good intentions even if the phrasing made it come of as slightly patronizing.

She then places her hands on Jonathan’s shoulders again, and slowly pushes him to sit on the bed.

“So your majesty now that we’ve dealt with that unruliness of yours will you let your dear servant take care of you?” Gracelyn speaks in husk voice, her tracing a finger down Jonathan’s left shoulder.

Jonathan shivers in response that fire inside of him starting to again alight. Though it’s just her pointer finger, Gracelyn’s touch has the boy shifting about in his sitting position. Down she goes a small tickle as her nail gentle scratches the surface of Jonathan’s skin. Gracelyn ending her journey at the side of Jonathan’s hip, teasingly drawing a little circle with her pointer before pulling back her touch. She then crosses her arms shifting her weight to pop her hip out slightly to the left in a pose full of jovial mischievous.

The ebony woman just gazes at the prince after that, her withholding any of sort of touch with an expectant look on her face. It seeming that she’ll not take this physical flirting any further until she has confirmation that the prince is okay with her going all the way. Flicking his eyes to Gracelyn Jonathan sees Gracelyn waiting on him. For a second or to he hesitates. Then gives her a little nod of consent. His mind going back to his previous decision of letting Gracelyn choose how the night would play out, he puts himself in her hands.

Beaming Gracelyn then slowly moves her left hand wrapped up the handkerchief forward towards Jonathan’s sex. She locks eyes with the prince not wanting to miss the expression he’ll make at the moment of contact.

“Ahh!” Making a cute quiet moan Jonathan jumps slightly, his muscles all tensing up as he feels Gracelyn’s hand touch the head of his cock.

Despite Jonathan being the one whose penis is being touched Gracelyn’s mind lights up with fire works in response to this reaction. Gingerly enveloped the prince’s entire cock in the handkerchief her wrapping her had completely around the boys quickly hardening shaft. Jonathan shakes as he tenses his body for a second time, already starting to get erect again the many weeks he’s spent with out release has made him so sensitive. Gracelyn then slowly moves her hand forward, she used a light grip with a lot of slack her little angel prince’s cock still too limp to use any amount of firmness. The smooth silk of the cloth allows her to easy glide her hand back and forth across the prince’s rod with minimal effort.

“Haaaaaa...” letting slip another moan Jonathan tries his best not fidget as Gracelyn continues to stimulate him.

It’s a challenge though, with just a few strokes his member has become fully erect. The rhythmic strokes of Gracelyn bringing forth a godsend of pleasure. Each move of hand feels like a jolt to Jonathan, like a small bolt of lightning shoots through the entirety of his rod. Each shock of electricity making his head bubble up with more, and more arousal. Gracelyn takes notice of this, her seemingly able to use the little shakes, and twitches of the prince’s body to tell what’s going on in his head. Watching his eyes flutter as Gracelyn tightens her grip a bit, she exhales a deeply satisfied sigh.

Even without herself receiving any sort of stimulation, this ordeal has made the butler aroused like her master. The sensation of his sex swelling between her fingers. Those little involuntary movements he makes. The noises he produces. It’s a spectacle that Gracelyn thinks is more exquisite then the most grand play show, or finest symphony. If only she is able to have the prince’s likeness chiseled into a statue right now, she would display such an art piece to everyone she came across. They all needing to see this moment of absolute divinity, for other beauty in the world pales in comparison to the prince right now.

“Ahhhhh....” Jonathan shuffles round in his seat, his feet crossing over each other as one particular pump of his penis causes an extra hard shock of pleasure.

“Does that feel good my prince?” Gracelyn asks leaning in a bit closer to better observe every subtle move Jonathan makes.

“Ahh y-yes p-p-please don’t stop.” Jonathan begs, him being deprived of this pleasure for so long making him **** for more.

“Why, I wouldn’t dream of it my prince.” Gracelyn responds with a big toothy grin.

She then adds in a bit of flavor to her stoking. In the pace of consistent pumping to add some spice she occasionally twists her wrist corkscrewing Jonathan’s helpless cock. This sending waves of pleasure that has the boy so overwhelmed he ends up thrusting his chest forward. The feelings like a physical impact against his earthly vessel. Him rewarding Gracelyn with new noises as the pleasure crashes against him.

“Gah, gah, gah gah gah gah!” The sound Jonathan makes is high pitched, primal, it lying some where between a gasp for air, and a moan.

The boys body’s becoming a bit more unwieldy now. All sense of his princely etiquette, completely void from his mind. As mirroring a parallel to the state of his nakedness he was acting just like any other male. His head starting to slip into the place that all boys go when a woman touches then. When a female completes them, give them that special attention that takes them to the special place. Aware of this too, Gracelyn licks her lips as she watches the prince fall more, and more out of the complexity of royal status, and into the simplicity of just being human. Of being a man.

This is the care that her prince has needed these past few weeks. It’s what all the others castle much to Gracelyn’s shame seem to have neglected, or plain just been unconcerned with. Poor, poor, boy he’s been doing so much in preparation for the summer festival, yet with all these expeditions thrusted upon him, no one has took the time to make sure it wasn’t crushing Jonathan under the weight of it all. It’s okay now though, she’ll be the one to fix that, and provide the boy the healing he needs.

Further mixing up her technique while she moves her hand back, and forth around his cock she switches between a lose, and more firm at different intervals. Squeezing, and almost down right tugging on Jonathan’s penis in order to draw forth more pleasure, fun noise from him. She tries a few different methods of stroking the boy to add in variety, and makes sure Jonathan is kept on his toes through the continued process.

With one method she doesn’t grip the underside of his penis, rather then gentle taps the bottom as of his shaft if she was playing the piano while still gliding on the top with her palm. Another one involves her squeezing nearly as hard as Gracelyn can and, only going up and down the half way of Jonathan’s length her mostly focusing on his sensitive head. With the way making Jonathan give up a extremely girlish squeal. A third method is done by Gracelyn using her pointer finger, and thumb to form a tight ring. This ring will then go from tip of the prince’s cock to the shaft, then back off his penis. Giving the boy the feeling of his member entering an anus over, and over again.

“Ahhhhhh i-is really okay Gracelyn?” Jonathan asks him worrying about desensitization as the sensations he’s feeling right now are stimulations he’d thought were inconceivable.

“Don’t you worry yourself my prince my techniques here are a something you can repeat with your own hands, as well it’s nothing to special when compared to the touch of a females womanhood.” She reassures, making sure the boy know he’s in no danger of deflowering.

With that Gracelyn gives his member another twist round the shaft, her greatly enjoying the deep moan, and twitch he makes in response. Her still absolutely delighting in how easy she’s able to puppeteer the prince with just her hand. Wanting to take things a step further now Gracelyn adds her other hand into the mix of stimuli. Still pumping with the left she uses her right hand she explores his sack with her curious digits.

The butler using her fingers to explore just the right way she needs to play with the boy’s balls in order to make the experience even more mind blowing for the prince. She fondles his sensitive bits, rolling them around in her hand, softly kneading them, squeezing them just hard enough to elicit a tiny bit of pain. Though only an amount that’ll enhance Jonathan’s arousal, Gracelyn knowing a little bit of pain can be just as much of a pleasant sensation as pleasure.

“Eeep!” Jonathan squeaks as he a dull stinging from Gracelyn’s treatment of his balls starts to grow.

Yet for some reason he finds it’s feels..... kind of good. The pain from the **** mixing in with the pleasure from the stroking into a new flavor of physical phenomenon. Which after the initial surprise has him moaning again.

“Haa aah aah aah!”

Moving back to the two finger technique on his cock, Gracelyn gives Jonathan’s balls a break. Her now gently massaging the sting away with soothing, graceful rubbing. The prince takes this time to stabilize his breathing him feeling like he’s gone trough quite the ordeal at this point. Though with him not yet reaching a climax, and spilling his seed he is determined to make it through. Able to sense Jonathan’s conviction, Gracelyn once again decides to take things up another level. Taking her left hand she speeds up her stroking of Jonathan’s penis to a dizzy pace. While with her right she vibrates his balls in her hand. Her still giving the occasional squeeze just to keep that little bit of pain in the cycle of sensations.

“Haaa haaaa haaaaa!” Jonathan groans as he digs his fingers into the covers of the bed his arms starting to feel like jelly as he’s now shaking like a life.

“YES YES moan for me, moan for me my little bird, let me hear your sweet song of bliss!” Gracelyn exclaims, her voice thundering with excitement as her own sense of passion grows, and grows.

Her eyes alight like embers Gracelyn soothing glides her other hand from his balls over to the out side of Jonathan’s left thigh. The butler mixing in the sensation of her fingers tingling over Jonathan’s sensitive skin as she continues to stroke like a madwoman, and encourage the boy to give him self full over to the stimulation. With her wandering hand she drifts about his body her hand going everywhere like she was trying to map out a imagine if his physique with just a sense of touch. Her teasing making little stops on her journey to occasionally place with a certain part of his body. Her grabbing, and pinching his butt, her twisting, and pulling at his nipples, her tickling under his armpit, gently squeezing the side of his belly. The prince makes all sorts of wonderful reactions to Gracelyn’s poking, and prodding that makes the butler grin.

Her fondness for Jonathan once more rising she can’t help but thrust herself forward for a sudden kiss. Her lips pressing deeply against his she furiously darts her tongue into the boy’s. Gracelyn exploring her every bit of his mouth like it was her property. The lewd sound of the crashing, and smacking of lips join the noise of Gracelyn slamming her fist up, and down Jonathan’s rod. Her bullying the inexperience royal as she swirls her tongue around his. The two tasting each other’s sweetness as Jonathan’s eyes nearly bug out of his head from surprise.

“Haa haaa haaaa....” The boy pants and moans as Gracelyn finally relents her flavor still lingering on his lips as she stares down at him.

“That’s it’s, that’s it, ohhhh you’re beautiful, ohhh my boy you don’t how beautiful you are.” Gracelyn says in a sharp whisper, as her eyes staying transfixed on the writhing, and moaning Jonathan before him.

There being just a small amount of woe permeating Gracelyn’s mostly enthusiastic tone as she thinks it’s such a shame, Jonathan can’t see himself right now. The prince looks more fetching then he ever has out an, about in the queendom, so utterly free, and happy. That look of bliss on his face melting Gracelyn’s heart, and turning her burning affection for the prince into smoldering infatuation. Gods she needs to burn this sight of him like this into her mind forever. This cardinal instance in time transcending into some sort of event of divine happening for Gracelyn. It feeling like an honor, and privilege of the highest caliber to witness her prince like this. To very literally hold his euphoria in the palm of her hand.

“Ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhh.” Whimpering like a whiny puppy now the sensation becomes to much for Jonathan to continue holding up his own body.

He falls backwards on to the bed, this now leaving him staring up at the ceiling as his back is on the mattress. Still though Gracelyn doesn’t give him a second of breathing room. Moving with him she shifts forward and puts her left knee on the bed while keeping her right foot on the floor her now right next to him, half standing half leaning over him as she continues to stroke. Taking advantage of the prince’s new position, Gracelyn also quickly takes a second to switch to a reverse grip now. Her pounding the bottom of her hand down onto Jonathan. This new tactic of Gracelyn once more takes Jonathan’s pleasure to an other new degree. It compelling him to on longer just lie there, and be completely passive. The prince now thrusting upwards to meet Gracelyn’s fist, him so needy for more stimulation he lifts bucks up upwards. His butt completely leaving the mattress as he humps himself into Gracelyn’s hand.

“Are you trying to escape my prince, tut tut, you should no better then to try to avoid things that are good for you.” Gracelyn chirps her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Ah Ah Ah Ah!” Only able to response with series of moans Jonathan can do nothing other then take this pleasure.

Long blonde hair all in his face, he no longer has the mental cohesion to tell Gracelyn to stop even if he wanted her to. Of course though he doesn’t want her to stop. Like a greedy piglet hungry for more slop he just wants to suck down as much pleasure as he can swallow. Let it take him, envelope his body drown in it.

The dynamic between the two was such a sight to see. Radically different in every possible way the duo is, yet in perfect symbiosis. Them both feeding of each other’s emotions, and aura. Jonathan nude as the day he was born writhing in exctasy as he has completely losing himself to the pleasure. Gracelyn in her prim, and proper vest suit and pants, a look of confidence on her face as every move she makes measured, and calculated. Yet still she is taking almost as much enjoyment as Jonathan is. The poler opposite contrast between the two crystals clear for anyone to see. Gracelyn in full control, while Jonathan is almost reduced to zero autonomy. Him now just a horse to be driven, or even more just a tool to be wield by Gracelyn.

His body completely at her disposal to command. Jonathan grabs hold of Gracelyn’s dress shirt sleeve as she draws him towards his end. Not in a attempt to stop her, but to find some sort of support in her presence as he feels himself tumbling head first into an orgasm like no other. It suddenly feeling a little bit scary as he’s now almost reached the end. Gracelyn, to do the prince one better gives him her free hand which he desperately claps hold of with both of his hands. Her providing him with emotional comfort as she spurs the boy’s body onwards.

“Are you ready my prince, are you ready?” Gracelyn repeats the anticipation killing her as she can tell Jonathan is right at the edge.

His fingers are white knuckled as he holds on so hard to Gracelyn’s hand the butler feels like the boy might just break it.

“Hmmm huhmmm himmmm!” Jonathan makes some sort of **** along the lines of cry, or whimper like a child him thrashing back, and forth as he keeps rolling his hips to meet Gracelyn’s hands.

This is it, if release doesn’t come in the next second he will lose his mind. Then it happens as Gracelyn speeds up to a madding pace Jonathan reaches the point of no return.

“CUM, CUM FOR ME JONATHAN CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM, FOR ME MY PRINCE, LET YOURSELF BE FREE, AND RELEASE!” Gracelyn orders the prince, her getting her own sort of release as all her excitement, and joy of watching Jonathan floods her brain with a wave of dopamine.

“AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!!!” Jonathan let’s out a guttural, animalistic scream as his body starts to go into convulsions.

His back arching up off the bed as the first hot rope of cum shoots out the head of his penis into the handkerchief. His whole being feels like it’s buzzing, he becomes weightless. The bed, Gracelyn’s hands all melt away from his reality as he becomes lost in the pure ecstasy. He’s flying above the clouds, soaring high in the sky. His penis tingling so much it feels like it’s vibrating. Gracelyn’s hand still furiously working his rod want to make sure she expels every drop of cum from his balls.

Her eyes glitter as she watches the piece of cloth in her hand start to becoming damp as Jonathan shoots, and shoots, and shoots. Needy, greedy, the boy even while cumming keeps rolling his hips to meet Gracelyn’s stokes. The royal quite a a sight as it nearly looking like some sort of invisible **** is trying to pull to Jonathan to the heavens. That princely ass not even touching the ground as he hovers his hips above the bed, his arms and small of his back, along with his tippy toes on the floor holding his lower body up. Him arching as if he might just ascend of the earth into the air by his crotch.

“HAAA HAAAAA HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA.” While not longer screaming Jonathan still groans as his orgasm continues.

The handkerchief in Gracelyn’s hand is completely drenched at this point. The cum now starting to leak onto the prince’s expensive bed coverings. With such recklessness Jonathan flails about, he becomes almost completely unwieldy. Him risking Gracelyn losing her grip she has on his penis, or down right falling off the bed due to how much he’s jerking around. Not about to let either of those things happen, Gracelyn sees it fit to physical restraint the prince. With her getting on top of his lower half, and mounting his thighs, she forces his butt to plant on the bed, securing the boy in his place.

“There we are my prince don’t worry I got you, I got you.” Gracelyn coos reassuringly letting Jonathan know he can be as physical as he wants.

Thrash, buck, shake, twist, and turn, punch, and kick. Not matter how unruly he gets Gracelyn swears she will be here to makes sure he’s safe as he expels all that energy. All that pent up frustration, and anguish can all be let out now. No need for him to be worrying about anything else but being in this very moment right now. Which speaking of Gracelyn not sure when she will get another moment like this with her dear prince does something a bit selfish.

She lets go of her grip around Jonathan’s member, though only for a split second. Just enough to let the handkerchief to come lose from her hand, with her blowing it out of the way so that the prince’s seed can shoot freely. Another round of dopamine floods her brain as she watches his cum blast all over the boy’s own chest, and tummy. Him quickly becoming covered in a hot sticky mess that just about glitters as the moonlight hits the it at just the right angle. Jonathan

“Haaaa.... haaaaa... haaaaa....” Jonathan is now panting like dog at this point.

Tongue lawing out of his mouth, his body goes completely limp as his head is filled completely with bubbles. His hands fall from Gracelyn grasp back to his sides. All of his strength leaves him. As the only part left of his body that seems to still function is his cock. It still relentless as it paints his own body with his liquid love. His penis more erect then it’s ever been in his entire life, the climax seeming to just not want to quit as it keeps going on, and on. Of course it’s only natural his release is this strong with it being so long since the prince last came.

Yet like all mortals who’ve reached the heavens without first passing on, Jonathan’s stay in paradise is limited. Even with Gracelyn doing her best to keep the climax going on, and on eventually it ends like all good things. With the last of Jonathan’s cum slowly dribbling out the tip of penis, just like the rest of his body it to begins going limp as well. With the time for ecstasy finally over Gracelyn gradually ceases stimulating the prince. Her slowly bringing her hand to stop, she gives the prince’s cock one last squeeze to insure she has truly emptied him.

She then let’s go of his now spent shriveled member, allowing it to fall onto his cum covered, drained ballsack. The butler then un-mounts the prince, swinging her left leg over to one side she rolls over next to Jonathan as she ceases straddling his thighs. Getting up off the bed she takes a step back, allowing the prince his space to breathe, and giving her self a chance to enjoy her own hand work. Sweat, and cum all over Jonathan’s body, the covers of his bed a tangled mess, strands of his long blonde hair all over his face. Again Gracelyn laments her not having a painter or sculpture on hand to capture the prince in this moment. That raging feminine desire that burns with in all women to both conquer, and care for men given visuals representation by this scene before her. It’s just so wonderful.... Alas she’ll just have to make due with burning this memory into her mind forever in order to preserve this physical manifestation of interest womanly desire.

Yet as Gracelyn focuses on safeguarding this event in her brain, this point in time seems to be completely slipping away to Jonathan. The twilight calls to the boy, him finding himself becoming instantly tired as with all the energy he’s just spent his eyes become heavy. Him suddenly hit with a wave sleepiness as his fatigue finally catches up to. The boy’s conscious mind seems to dull as keeping awake suddenly feels like a herculean task.

“Gracelyn...” Jonathan calls out his servants name, his tone barley even over a whisper as he speaks to her.

“Shhhhh you don’t need to thank me my prince, now please get some rest.” Gracelyn responds as she bends down to plant a sweet kiss on the boy’s forehead, her able to tell his gratitude with out him even needing to speak.

As the butler leaves a soft peck on Jonathan, a comforting warmth spreads out from his head all the way to the rest of his body. This being the finally push needed to send the young royal into the land of dreams as he slowly closes his eyes. As it all starts to go black, a small satisfied smile comes across Jonathan’s face. This make Gracelyn herself smile to, that sign of happiness the greatest thanks she could have received from the prince. It a show of appreciation that makes her chest swell more then any words ever could.

“Sleep well my prince.” Gracelyn softly says as Jonathan slips into a slumber.

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And as the prince Jonathan starts to sleep, the youth Jonny starts to stir. Him finally waking from his fantasy world of make believe....