a very wealthy young Prince chooses and tames a forbidden young girl
The life of princess Jessalyn was simple; smile, nod, mind the men, know your place, and try to be married and produce an heir before your sisters. Easy, right?
Her father, the king, was a very powerful ruler; he ruled their land with an iron fist and was feared by most. His armies were stronger, his cities were thriving, and he was well respected. But, he was most well known for his stunningly beautiful daughters.
The king had four daughters. His eldest, Katlyna, was a gothic beauty. She had milky white skin and hair as black as pitch. Although she was beautiful, she was very grave, somber, and depressing, so she didn't attract many suitors. Which, to her sisters' dismay, meant that until she was married, they could not be introduced to the public.
The second eldest was Iris. She was the product of a fling that the king had had with one of the foreign maids, so she stood apart from the rest. She had naturally tan skin, big gold eyes, and dirty blonde hair. She was such a slut that it was easy to believe that she was the daughter of a whore.
The second youngest was nothing special. She was plain, and yet there was a glimmer and warmth about her eyes that drew you to her. She had medium skin and brown hair, which was always back in a bun. This was Melany.
Jessalyn was breath taking. At only 15, she was already considered a major threat to her sisters. She was not very tall, only about five foot and she hadn't grown in years. She had porcelain skin, sage green eyes, and golden chestnut hair that hung in curls down to the middle of her back. Even though she was five foot, she weighed just under 100 pounds and was very petite. She had round, perky breasts that you just wanted to cup ad kiss, and a cute little ass that could give a dog a bone. Sadly for her, they didn't expect her to be seen by a man until she was well past her prime.
Her father, realizing this, was growing impatient with Katlyna. No matter how many men he threw at her, how many balls he took her too, and no matter how well taught she was, her gloomy attitude and demeanor was too much to tempt any sane man.
"Katlyna," He said firmly as he walked through the garden with his daughter, "It is time that you were wed! You are nearly twenty years old, and your sisters need to be seen if they want to ever have a chance! Please, Katlyna; I am bringing an old friend over with his son. I would like very much if you two were married."
"Dad," She groaned, "I'm not good enough for this stuff! Why can't we just get the others out into society and let that be the end of it!"
"Katlyna!" He shouted gruffly as he slapped her, "I want to hear no suck talk! He is a prince, and his father is more powerful. They are on their way, and what's done is done. You must marry him!"
Katlyna buried her face in her hands and wept as she felt her tears sting the red hand print on her face.
"Simon," The king grinned as the other entered the room.
"Charles," Simon grinned.
They embraced briefly, and they held each other at arms length. They looked each other up and down, and Charles sighed, "It's been too long."
"I agree," Simon said as he remembered his manners and introduced his son, "Charles, this is my son, Liam."
"Hello, Liam," Charles shook his hand, reveling in the man's firm hand shake, "It's very nice to meet you. Last time I met you you were just a little boy! Now look at you!"
There wasn't a person who DIDN'T want to look at him! He stood over six feet tall with curly red/blonde hair and green eyes. He had strong, broad shoulders and a square jaw. He was a quiet man, but at only 21 years old, his father hoped he would grow out of it.
"So," Simon said as he sat down in one of the nearest chairs, "About this daughter of yours-"
"Katlyna?" Charles suggested.
"Yes, Katlyna," Simon continued, "May we meet this young lady? Liam is impatient to see his bride!"
"Go ahead and bring her out!" Charles shouted to the maid.
They brought out the struggling, angry Katlyna. She glared at the guests through her disheveled hair, and Liam was slightly disgusted by her appearance.
"Katlyna!" Charles scolded, "What is the meaning of this?!"
"I won't do it!" She cried, "You are my father! You can't just sell me like a whore! I'm not yours to give away whenever you want to!"
"Get her out of my sight!" He ordered the maids.
Fear entered her eyes, and she begged, "No, please, dad, no! You can't do this! I'll do it! Just let me stay, I'll do it!"
"It's too late," He said as he turned from her, "Goodbye, Katlyna."
Simon shook his head as the screaming girl was removed from the room. He sighed, saying, "Well, Liam, it's a good thing we saw that!"
"Don't worry, Liam," Charles laughed as he sat down, "I have three more. Bring out Iris!"
"Iris?" Simon looked at his son, who still showed little interest, but remained reserved, "That's a pretty name!"
Iris walked into the room on her own, wearing her skimpiest, trampiest dress. The bodice was a thin corset, so you could see her nipples through the fabric. Her breasts were pressed firmly upward, and her gorgeous shape was flattered. The color made her beautiful eyes shine, and she had never looked more stunning. Liam perked slightly at her entrance, and she crossed the room to where he was seated.
She sat as close to him as possible, and he slumped in his seat as he realized with disappointment that she was nothing but a slut.
"Liam," She said in a sexy voice as she ran her hand along his thigh towards his unaroused dick.
"I'll be back in a while," He said with annoyance as he left the room quickly.
He walked down the corridor and sighed; this wasn't going well. His father had been pressuring him lately, and he knew that he was going to have to marry her. He leaned against a pillar and admired the landscape with boredom. The green, rolling hills against the blue sky was very picturesque.
"What's that?" He wondered aloud as he watched a moving object against the horizon.
The running horse moved quickly around the hills, and the laughing girl on the mare's back was weightless. Her chestnut curls flew behind her, and her strong legs held her balanced, even with no saddle. She laughed wildly into the wind as one of her friends chased her swiftly. She was carefree and beaming, and he smiled just watching her.
"Liam," Simon said as he placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "Are you okay? Why don't you come back inside."
"Okay," He said quickly.
As he sat back down, he couldn't stop thinking of her. He thought of that laughing mouth that he longed to kiss. He wanted to sweep her off of the horse and hold her as hard as he could. He wanted to be between her legs, a part of her, completely entwined with her.
"Liam?" Charles snapped his fingers in front of his face, "You there?"
"Yes," He laughed, "I am. What were you saying?"
"I was asking if you would have my daughter," He repeated.
"Iris?" Liam asked with confusion.
"Yes," Charles chuckled loudly, "Yes, Iris!"
"Well-" Liam thought of the carefree girl, and compared her to the slut sitting next to him, "I-I-I-"
The doors opposite of the room burst open, and the laughing girl that he had seen ran wildly through, looking over her shoulder to watch her friend's progress as she did. He watched her run, feeling himself grow hard. To his dismay, she ran straight through the room and down an adjoining corridor.
When the room was silent once more, Liam stood to his feet. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to let them know what it was.
"Her," He said as he stood to his feet and pointed down the hallway, "I want her."
"No," Charles shook his head, "Iris-"
"I. Want. Her." He said firmly.
"You can't have her!" Iris cried, "She is the youngest! I am the eldest now that Katlyna is gone, so you must marry me!"
"No!" Liam shouted at her, sending her back to her chair, "I will have her and no other! You have two options; you can either give her to me, or we can burn your castle to the ground and take her by force!"
Charles' veins bulged and he grinded his teeth in anger, but Simon warned him with his eyes to back down.
Jessalyn came dashing back through the room, and Charles caught her arm as she ran past.
"Father," She squealed with surprise.
Her father was silent with anger as he explained to her, "You need to prepare to leave."
"Why," She asked with a curious smile, "Am I going to the seaside?!"
"No," He said quietly, "You are going with these men."
"Because," He said with pain, "Because you belong to him now," He said as he motioned towards Liam, who undressed her with his eyes, "You belong to Liam."
It was the night of their honeymoon, and Jessalyn waited in fear of what would happen when the stranger who was her husband would arrive. She had been literally drug away from her home to become the princess of this new, strange country. She no longer had green hills to roam, no longer had the freedom, and no longer had her sisters to guide her.
She sat on the bed, her chin resting on her knees. She hugged them to her chest as she stared at the door with fearful anticipation.
Which happened quickly.
The doors opened, and her husband walked in. She watched him cautiously from the bed, and she shifted her position, preparing to bolt at any moment.
He sat on the opposite side of the bed, and she was ready to make a run for it. But, he didn't touch her, he just looked at her and said quietly, "Hello, Jessalyn."
He watched her chest heave up and down, and he saw how frightened she was. He asked in a whisper, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen." She responded.
He nodded, "I'm sorry. I know you must be scared, but, please, don't be. I know that when took you away I took you from your home, the people that you love, and everything that you know, but, please, just give me a chance, Jess."
She felt her heart soften towards him, and she relaxed, "Okay."
He smiled broadly, and she scooted closer to the side of the bed on which he stood. When she was close enough, she tilted her face to his, and he searched her eyes with disbelief.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" He asked while he gazed into her eyes.
"Please do," She whispered before their lips met.
He thought he could die right then and be completely happy. To his surprise, she opened her mouth easily to his probing tongue, and he pushed her shoulders back into the sheets.
He kissed her neck with hunger and need. She moaned softly and pushed her hips up subconsciously as she grew horny.
He cupped her perfect round breast in his hand and massaged the nipple gently. It was the first time one of her intimate areas had ever been touched by a man, and she squealed with shock.
She stood to her feet on the floor and he did the same. He kissed her passionately, stopping briefly once to lift her night gown over her head. She slipped out of her panties, and helped him out of his shirt as he took off his pants, his cock springing up once it was free.
She stared at it. She had never seen a man's penis before, and the size of it scared her.
"Are you going to put that in my cunny?" She asked nervously.
"Only if you want me to."
He drank in the sight of her hot young body. Her hair hung around her and framed her face, which was sprinkled with an embarrassed blush. Her white round breasts were perfect, and her little pink nipples stood firm from the shock of the cool night air. Beneath her breasts, her ribcage amazed him. It was to delicate! After that, she got smaller. He could fit his hands around her waist easily and without her wearing a corset. Then her hips widened, showing her fertility and making her look amazingly sexy. Her legs were perfectly proportioned to her body, and the way that she stood reminded him of a doe.
"You are so beautiful," He groaned as he held her, devouring her with him mouth and hands. He pushed her back onto the bed, searching her mouth with his tongue and sliding his large hand down her side. He massaged her thigh, and cupped her sex gently, feeling how soaking hot and wet she was for him.
He spread her legs to look at her, and she blocked her pussy with her hands. He looked up at her with confusion and saw her red face.
"I don't want you to see me like this," She explained.
He leaned down to kiss her mouth gently before he whispered in her ear, "That's okay."
He rubbed her pussy with the tip of his cock, and he felt her inhale sharply.
"You okay?" He asked.
"There's no way you're going to fit!" She said fearfully, "You'll tear me in two!"
He placed his hands on both sides of her head to that his face was directly above hers, and he promised, "I'll be as gentle as possible, and you'll widen for me. It'll only hurt at first, I promise."
She nodded and said with a gulp, "Okay, I trust you."
He pushed himself n until he could feel his head nestled up against her virginity.
He pushed in with a grunt, and she screamed. He pulled out of her to wipe the blood off of his cock, and she rubbed her pussy in pain.
"That hurt!" She cried.
"I told you it would hurt at first," He explained hastily, "I swear, it won't hurt after this."
She laid back down, and he pushed his head inside of her, inching inside of her slowly so that he wouldn't hurt her. He could barely hold back! She was so tight and wet, and he felt like he could let loose right there!
She felt his balls against her ass, and she asked him hesitantly, "Is it all the way in?"
He laughed, "Yes, it is."
He pulled out, then pushed himself back in faster. She moaned, then reddened with shame. He grunted as he thrust in again, and she stopped quelling her moans after that.
She held onto his forearm and dug her nails into his flesh slightly, which made him horny as hell. He leaned down to kiss her pouty lips, and he massaged a nipple between his forefinger and thumb as he picked up his pace.
"This feels so good," She moaned in between kisses.
"I think I'm gonna cum soon, Princess."
"Good," She moaned. She took his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes, "Let me have your child."
He had been considering pulling out when he came, but that made his horny as ever. He French kissed her with heat, and he could feel that they would come at the same time. He moved his hand down to rub her clit, and it drove her over the edge. She bit into where his neck met his shoulder, and between that and the sensation of her pussy milking him, he came inside her, shooting loads of his seed into her eager belly.
She moaned one last time, then went limp in his arms. He wasn't too far from doing the same, but he managed to pull the blankets over them both before wrapping his strong arms around her and going to sleep.