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Captain Dathan turns the carriage toward the village of Sanguia Heights. “I’m glad we don’t have to pick her up from St. Andrew’s,” he said, with a shudder.

“What’s St. Andrew’s?” asked Rufus.

“Only the most horrifying collection of creatures you can imagine. That’s where you get sent if there’s something wrong with you because of magic, and there’s nowhere else to turn. Basically, they lock people up there to keep them from hurting anyone else.”

The conversation is interrupted as the carriage turns a sharp corner. Before the men have time to react, the horses pull the carriage into a deep, muddy hole in the road. The carriage tips dangerously to one side before Dathan can pull the horses to a stop.

The men jump down from their seats and examine the situation. “We can get it out of there,” said Rufus, “but look at that axle. It looks bent to me.”

Dathan cursed under his breath. This was going to make them late in picking up the princess. “Well, come on,” he said, stripping off his shirt and setting it aside to keep it from getting muddy. “Let’s get to work or we’ll be here all day. I just hope the Princess has something to do to keep her from getting bored. We may be a while.”

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Alexis looked up at the ceiling, bored and frustrated. After all the build up of anticipation since getting approval to return to the palace, she now found herself cooling her heels, and she didn’t like that.

She rolled to her side and studied the man who was snoring on the bed next to her. Geoffrey seemed to be sleeping deeply, and the slight upward turn of his mouth suggested he was enjoying a pleasant dream. “I’ve certainly given him plenty of fuel for his dreams,” thought Alexis, as she explored his chiseled body with her fingertips.

Geoffrey arrived at Sanguia Heights at just the right time. The young blacksmith was making his way to the next village, looking for work, when Alexis met him. It didn’t take much encouraging on her part to get him to accept her invitation to come back to the house for some dinner before he continued his journey. He got a lot more than lunch from her. The leftovers weren’t even removed from the table and had to be hastily pushed to one side to make room for Alexis as she laid back and rested her feet on Geoffrey’s strong shoulders.

She smiled at the memory and continued to run her hand over Geoffrey’s sleeping body. With her free hand she reached between her legs and began to rub, remembering how it felt as he teased her by rubbing his hard cock against her waiting pussy. She knew then that she had chosen wisely and found someone with enough experience and stamina to keep her occupied until her escort to the palace arrived.

She had spent nearly a third of her 22 years in Sanguia Heights. At times, her life at the palace seemed so remote that she wondered if it was all a dream. The first few years were pleasant enough. She remembered her older sister and two younger brothers. She remembered her parents, even though she didn’t interact with them a lot. She remembered the spacious rooms of the palace and all the servants who were so eager to please her.

Then, as puberty set in, things began to change, and she ultimately ended up here in Sanguia Heights — a pimple on the ass of Mirantia. She came to live with her Aunt Minerva. She wasn’t really her aunt — but that was all part of the cover story. She was really the king’s old tutor. A tough, old spinster, Minerva was deemed to be sufficiently strong-willed and suited to the task of raising Alexis and preparing her for womanhood.

Alexis thought briefly of Aunt Minerva. It had been little more than a month since her heart gave out and she was gone. Alexis wondered if she was to continue living here, alone, in this house, when word came that the king would like her to return to the palace and rejoin the family.

Alexis’ face darkened briefly as she thought about that, but then quickly refocused her mind on more pleasant things — such as Geoffrey’s hardening cock. He was still snoring, but Alexis’ touch at least managed to awaken the only part of him that really mattered.

As she began to softly stroke his rising shaft and lightly finger his balls, her fingers slipped inside her moistened vagina. She liked seducing younger men because of their stamina, but there was always the danger of trading stamina for inexperience. With Geoffrey, that did not seem to be a problem. She didn’t know what the cultural expectations were in Geoffrey’s village, but even if they leaned against promiscuity, it was a obvious that his body and good looks were more than enough to persuade more than one woman to spread her legs for him.

And he definitely had stamina. It had been perhaps 12 hours since he first pounded her on the kitchen table. Since then, they had fucked in the bedroom, in the living room, in the bath, again in the kitchen, and then, after collapsing in bed for the night, how many more times did they go at it? Alexis gave up trying to count. She was just grateful he had come along.

She was always horny, and when she got stressed, it became a compulsion. The past few weeks have been very stressful, indeed. Aunt Minerva had worked hard to help Alexis keep her urges under control. Despite her best efforts, Alexis had very intimate knowledge of a significant percentage of the male population of Sanguia Heights. Travelers who were just passing through were her favorite, since it minimized the impact on her already-marred reputation in this relatively-small village.

Geoffrey stirred, and Alexis looked up, hopefully. Her gaze was met with another snore as he returned to his well-earned sleep. Disappointed, Alexis studied his hard rod, which she held in his hand. It wasn’t particularly large, but it served its purpose. She needed it to serve its purpose again.

Alexis lowered her mouth onto Geoffrey’s cock and began to suck. Maybe this would wake him up in the proper mood. A half-moan/half-snore emerged from his mouth, and Alexis looked up hopefully.

As she continued slurping on Geoffrey’s engorged piece, she wondered just how long she would need to keep occupied before her escort to the palace arrived.