The Maiden Cinderella

A.J. Roman

Cinderella thought she was the only girl in town not going to the palace tonight for the prince’s birthday party, until she found the magic she needed from her own fairy godmother. Soon, she finds herself at the palace, alone with the prince, having a celebration all their own. Unfortunately, her magical evening ended too soon, but not before the prince decided one taste was not enough, and he would not stop until he found her to finish what they started.

There was an excitement in the air, and everyone could feel it. Prince Andrew IV, the third of the king’s four sons, was celebrating his birthday, and the king extended an invitation to everyone in town. This stirred up a frenzy with the unmarried women. The competition for his affections was very high; even the most well-mannered of ladies were known to offer a particular favor in order to be in his company.

One particular maiden did not share in the excitement. Not only was Cinderella not attending the celebration, she was not even mingling with her neighbors at the marketplace. She loved the market, and not just because of the charming and friendly merchants. It was her only time to be away from her stepmother and stepsisters, who delighted in making her life miserable. At least, from her cold attic bedroom, she had one of the best vantages to watch the people at the marketplace. She always found herself watching one merchant in particular: Bianca, the herbalist. She was rather young - not quite thirty, Cinderella guessed - and unapologetically unmarried. She was bright and vivacious, flirting with men and women alike, encouraging them to try her concoctions. She had the entire town enchanted by her. What Cinderella would not have given to have an ounce of her charisma and sex appeal. Bianca never flirted with Cinderella. She guessed it was because the woman pitied her.

“Apples.” Her stepmother did not even look up to acknowledge her presence. “I want fresh apple tarts tomorrow in the morning. They are Madeline’s favorite treat and I suspect we shall have some celebrating to do by the morning.” Cinderella nearly scoffed at the thought. Madeline was the older of her two stepsisters, and while she was tall and slight, she suffered from an unfortunate overbite and hair that reacted adversely to every weather condition.

“Apples, Stepmother? But it is approaching dusk. Far too late for me to be so far into the orchards.”

“Did you think you had a choice, dear? You will have nothing else to do this evening. Fresh apples. A cobbler tonight as well, upon our return.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cinderella sighed in resignation as she tied her cloak. Again, the peace and quiet she longed for had eluded her.

***

After an hour, Cinderella’s arms were in pain from dragging two bushels full of apples through the orchard. She stopped when she heard a giggle nearby. She did not know anyone else was in the orchards. She thought her mind was playing tricks on her, but then she heard the woman’s voice again, this time as a moan, followed by two distinct male voices.

At the edge of the creek, she found the source: Bianca, and two men Cinderella recognized as hunters. Bianca was on her hands and knees, with one man at each end. The man behind her fucked her pussy, while the other held her hair in his hands while he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Beside Bianca’s moans, she only heard the man in her mouth tell her to “suck it deep.”

Without realizing it, Cinderella had untied her bodice and loosened the first few inches, freeing her own breasts. She smoothed her fingers over the tips of her hardened nipples, delighting in the sensation that was traveling to her pussy. She watched as the man fucking Bianca from behind pumped faster and then stopped, pumping one or two more times before he withdrew. Bianca smiled, watching the men switch positions. The larger man slid his cock into her waiting pussy, while the other man brought his spent cock to her mouth. Just as the other man had minutes before, the larger man started pumping harder, and then stopped, burying himself all the way inside her.

“Come here, girl,” Bianca turned to Cinderella, who had not realized she had been discovered. Her breasts were still free and her nipples were still hard. She tried to straighten herself and cover her breasts with her cloak. “No, dear. Come as you are.” Bianca gave Cinderella the same assuring smile that she had seen her give to dozens of her customers at the marketplace.

Bianca looked Cinderella up and down. She had noticed Cinderella around the market several times over the years. She had watched her grow from a shy girl to a young woman who should be preparing for a husband. She watched as Cinderella interacted with her neighbors and townsfolk, but coiled when she was complimented by men. She guessed it was due to her stepmother, a woman who took pride in asserting herself in public by putting Cinderella down. Bianca suspected her stepmother was simply jealous, for Cinderella was more beautiful than her homely daughters. Cinderella’s golden hair was wavy and long, and she was the only girl in town with those special green eyes. Her lips, like her eyes, were unique - full, ripe, and lush, and her skin was milky white. She was of average height and weight, with a narrow waist and slender hips, but her breasts were quite ample.

“Why are you here tonight, Cinderella? Surely you should be at home, preparing for the celebration tonight.”

“I am not allowed to attend,” Cinderella answered. “My stepmother said it is my punishment for breaking her mirror.”

Bianca laughed. “Dear, if I were the mirror, I would be thanking you for putting me out of my misery. The horror that mirror must have felt having to show that woman’s face back to her.” Cinderella could not help but smile. She knew people in town whispered about her stepmother’s undeserving vanity, but no one had ever said so out loud. “You are too easily resolved to not going to the palace tonight. Every woman in town wants to go. Why not you? Do you not want to meet the prince? He is quite handsome, you know. Charming. Very...endowed. He may not be the eldest son, but I suspect he got the crown jewels in the family.”

Cinderella blushed. “I have seen him before, ma’am. He is handsome, yes. But I am not the kind of girl to fetch his attention.”

“No? I disagree, Cinderella. You are everything a man like him should want. You are young. Sweet. Demure.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Bianca scoffed. “Please, you know my name, child.” Bianca turned and addressed the men. “You do know Marcus and Henry? Excellent hunters, both of them. They know these parts well. And these parts as well.” Bianca runs her hand down her stomach, and the men behind her laugh. “They bring me gifts from the farthest edges of the forests, and I thank them for their efforts. Cinderella, dear, if you learn nothing in life, learn that there is nothing wrong with being a bit of a whore when you must be. Men will go to the ends of the earth for you if you make his eyes roll back while you roll his coin purse.”

Cinderella smiled and blushed again at the thought of being so bold, even with just one man. Her smile faded and her eyes grew wide when she realized Bianca, still naked, was now only inches from her face, and her hands were fondling her exposed breasts. “I think you should go to the palace tonight. Take his attention. Show him these beautiful breasts. Make him want you.”

Cinderella lowered her eyes. “I don’t know how, ma’am. Bianca. I don’t know how to enjoy a man like you do.”

Bianca smiled. “But you do, girl. Take your garments off.” Cinderella’s breath caught. “Now, girl. You cannot go to the palace in these clothes. Marcus, a fire, please.” The smaller man gathered branches and struck his flint, growing a small fire. Cinderella slowly undressed while Bianca reached into a nearby satchel and pulled a combination of flowers, herbs, and bottles that Cinderella could not make out the contents of. Bianca handed Cinderella’s garments to Marcus before turning her attention back to the shy girl. Bianca went to her and ran her hands down her arms, across her abdomen, and up between her breasts. Cinderella’s nipples hardened, and Bianca grazed her fingertips across each distended tip. “You must relax, or this will not work.” Bianca took a drop from one of the bottles and rubbed it between her fingers, then turned to Cinderella and slid one finger through her folds and against her clit. Immediately, Cinderella tensed.

“Do not stop, Cinderella. Enjoy yourself. Gentlemen, the fire, please.” The men turned away from the women to continue preparing the fire, and Bianca returned her attention to Cinderella’s pussy. Marcus brought another bottle to Bianca, who added two more drops to her fingers. She then inserted her fingers into Cinderella’s pussy. A wave of sensation unlike any she had ever felt took over Cinderella. Bianca’s fingers in Cinderella’s pussy were met with her thumb on her clit while watched as Cinderella’s creamy skin flushed, delighted that her new elixir was doing its job. Suddenly, Cinderella’s cries of pleasure were joined by her shaking body, as wave after wave of climax took over her.

Bianca slowly withdrew her fingers and summoned the men to her. Each of the men took turns licking the juices from Bianca’s hands, ensuring they had cleaned every last drop of Cinderella’s honey. Bianca watched as the men’s eyes turned smoky and they smiled. Yes, she thought, the elixir had worked perfectly.

“Cinderella, my dear, you are going to that party tonight. You are going to have a magnificent time, and you are going to enjoy the company of the prince in a way that any other maiden could only dream of. Gentlemen, please.” Cinderella watched as the men gathered a variety of ingredients, including vegetables, feathers and wild flowers, and tossed them into the pot set over the fire. Peter took Cinderella’s clothing and tossed it into the pot and stirred. Finally, Bianca took another bottle from her satchel and dropped two drops into the pot, followed by a pinch of rosemary and two small plums. Peter stirred the ingredients for another minute before the boiling water settled. Peter reached into the pot and lifted a dress, plum in color, fitted, and shimmering. Cinderella blushed at the thought of this dress on her body. “It’s beautiful, Bianca, but I could never wear this.”

“Nonsense, Cinderella. Come here.” Before Cinderella could object, Bianca took the dress from his hands and opened the bodice. Cinderella raised her arms, and the silky material slid along her curvy frame. The sleeveless gown nearly fell all the way down before Bianca caught the bodice and began cinching it along Cinderella’s frame. Cinderella watched as the gown hugged her body and pushed her breasts up just enough to announce their presence but not to overshadow her as the main attraction. Not quit done with the makeover, Bianca retrieved another bottle and rubbed some of the cream into Cinderella’s hair. Peter reached into the pot and retrieved a plum mask, small enough to conceal only her eyes. Cinderella closed her eyes as Bianca set the mask on. For her final touch, Bianca rubbed a ruby red cream over her lips.

“Cinderella. I think you are my finest work yet.” The men also smile, taking in the goddess that stood before them, a shy young girl mere minutes before. “Marcus and Peter will take you to the palace. They will ensure you make it there and back home safely. My potion will not last all night; perhaps midnight at the latest. Enjoy yourself tonight. Do not worry about the past you cannot change, or the future you are not certain of. You only have right now.” Bianca placed a small pouch in her hand. “In case you find yourself in need of an escape.” Marcus took Cinderella by the hand and escorted her to the small coach behind his horse. The men mounted their horses and they were off, leaving Bianca with another satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

***

For the first time that Andrew could remember, he was bored at his own party. Perhaps he had been too ambitious to believe that inviting everyone in town would make for a better party. He liked the people in his town, which made him an anomaly among the royals for even knowing the common folk. His problem was that he knew the people in his town too well, and none of them were exciting to him anymore, especially the maidens. His own fault, he supposed. He had already enjoyed every desirable maiden in town, and now he was out of options.

“Your highness! A sight for sore eyes as always!” He knew that annoying voice before he turned to face her. Madeline was one of the maidens in town he had no trouble resisting. She did not have a face he wanted to wake to, nor did she have a disposition that he found tolerable. Of all maidens, she and her mother were the worst at taking no for an answer.

Andrew turned and forced a smile. “Madeline. I trust you are enjoying your evening.” That mask could never conceal enough, he thought.

“Certainly, your highness. Though I think you and I could find more enjoyment somewhere more private.” Madeline smiled, and the prince did all he could to not laugh at her snaggletooth.

“Enjoy the party. You should not squander an evening in the castle with me.” Before she could reply, he hurried away from her as fast as his feet could carry him. He was not in the mood for her relentless advances tonight. He was not in the mood for much tonight. Despite the fact that it was his birthday, he could not imagine a worse gift than to entertain any of these women any longer.

***

Cinderella searched the palace, but could not seem to find the grand hall, and she was growing tired of searching. Cinderella began to wonder if all of Bianca’s efforts toward getting her here tonight were in vain. It seemed that her evening would end up with her as the fanciest-dressed palace tourist.

As if her luck could not get worse, she suddenly found herself locked out on a balcony. She tried to force the door open, but she was no match for the heavy wooden door. She went to the edge to see where she was, and instantly became dizzy from the heights she found herself at. The evening was cool, and her cloak was being held by the palace guard at the entry. Her evening, as she knew it, was over, and all she could do was wait until her cold dead body was found in the morning.

“Is the party so bad you are ready to end your life?” Cinderella was startled by the voice, unsure of where it was coming from. She looked around but saw no one. “I may not be having fun tonight but the palace will ensure you do.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir, but I am lost. Can you help?”

“None of my guards helped you? I assure you, miss, I will find the irresponsible men and have their heads.” Cinderella turned to see the man emerging from the shadow and nearly fainted, for she did not expect to see the prince himself standing before her.

“Your highness! Please don’t hurt the men. I did not ask for help. I mean, I could have, but I...” Cinderella was silenced by the prince’s hand on her shoulder. She looked at him before her and studied his handsome face, his jaw ticking as his fingers traced her arm up and down.

“Relax, miss. I will not hurt anyone. Though I am more likely to believe that my men were not being disobedient as I am that they were hiding you away. That is the only reason I can think for why I have not seen you tonight.” His steel blue eyes met with hers, and for a moment she thought she should run. A girl of her station had no business in the company of the prince. Yet she found that she was not scared at all. On the contrary, she had every desire to lean in and take the prince’s bottom lip between her teeth.

“How would you know if you had not seen me tonight? Have you made the acquaintance of every lady in the palace?”

The prince smiled. “As a matter of fact, yes, I have. It was my duty to greet and thank every lady in town for the gift of their presence tonight. Every. Last. Lady. I tell you, miss, it was a task more tedious than any you can imagine.”

“I doubt that, your highness.”

“Andrew, please. What do you imagine to be worse than prying unwelcome fingers from your belt all night?”

“Well, being on my hands and knees, for one.”

Andrew smiled. “That is tedious? You being on your hands and knees would be pure heaven for me.”

Cinderella reached forward to touch the lapel on the prince’s coat. “Certainly the things have to do on my hands and knees are not at all enjoyable. The things I want to do on my hands and knees? Well, that would be another story altogether.”

The prince’s hands slid down Cinderella’s arms and down to her waist. “Do tell me, miss. What do you prefer?”

Cinderella smiled. Certainly the prince appreciated her, if the tightness in the front of his pants was any indication. “If I am to be on my hands and knees, I want something round and hard in my hands, but I prefer that it not be a sanding stone. And I want to rock back and forth on my hips, so long as I am not reaching for a tight corner. And if you must know, I rather enjoy a sheen on my face, but not because I labored to the point of pure exhaustion.”

The prince grunted, and the strain in his pants grew more noticeable. “Therein lies the problem, miss. You are not reaching that point from more pleasurable tasks.” The prince smoothed his hands up Cinderella’s bodice and over her breasts, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of her swells. Cinderella closed her eyes to enjoy the prince’s touch, but returned to the moment when his hand cupped her jaw. “Do not close your eyes, miss. You have the most beautiful eyes. Like emeralds. I know I have not met you before, for I know I would have remembered your eyes.” The pad of his thumb brushed her lips. “And these lips. For sure no maiden I have met before has these lips. Like the juiciest berries.”

Cinderella opened her mouth enough to draw his thumb into her mouth. When she noticed his breath catch, she drew the rest of it in and then back out, her eyes meeting his as she repeated the gesture. “Do you wish to take a bite?”

Cinderella smiled when the prince took her hips and drew her to him, feeling his erection against her stomach. “You are too bold, miss. Even the most audacious of maidens have never been so forward.” The prince began loosening the ties of her bodice, but she stopped him.

“If you have met most maidens, as you said, then you would know that they have no idea what they want. They think nothing of splaying their legs and letting a man take his pleasure before they are sent on their way. Of course, they do not know what they want.”

“What do you want?”

“I want the first taste.” Cinderella leaned in and kissed him, who returned the kiss with a hunger he had not felt for any other maiden all evening. Cinderella’s tongue danced with his as she ran her fingers through his hair. The prince continued his kisses along her jaw line and down her neck while his hands went back to her bodice to continue untying. Her breasts were nearly free before she caught his hands and slithered away from his mouth.

“I said I wanted the first taste.” The prince’s eyes grew wide as Cinderella slid down his body and settled on her knees. He watched as Cinderella freed his hard cock, enjoying his male hardness in her soft hands. She looked up at him as she leaned in and licked the pearly drop at the tip of his cock. “Wait,” he said. “May I have your name, miss?”

Cinderella smiled. “No.” Before he could object, she took his cock between her lips and suckled the soft tip before filling the rest of her mouth. She looked up at him as she slid his shaft out of her mouth, the ecstasy on his face as she slid his cock between her lips and into her mouth again. Her hands joined, and soon she found the right rhythm between pumping and sucking. His moans of pleasure reassured her, as did the tingling in her pussy.

“Oh, yes!” Cinderella kept sucking, varying the rhythm in her hands and her lips. She looked up at the prince again, who reached down to stroke a hand along her jaw. “Such beautiful lips. So beautiful on my cock.” She kept pulling his cock with her mouth, desperate for his taste. She felt the shaft hardening between her lips, and a moment later, the prince held her head in place while he filled mouth with his hot load. She kept sucking, wanting to ensure she had every drop the prince was giving her. When she no longer felt it coming, she slid his cock from her lips and swirled her tongue over his tip. “My heavens, miss, that was...”

Cinderella laughed at the tongue-tied prince. “The pleasure was both of ours, your highness.” As he tied his pants, he looked at her with a fire in his eyes that burned much brighter than it had mere moments ago. He took her hand and led her to the seat against the wall, sitting her down in the plush chair and leaning her back, untying her bodice. Cinderella’s breasts spilled free from the tight restraint, her nipples instantly hardening. The prince reached for her breasts and filled his hands, relishing in their fullness. He reached for her nipples and began rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, which drew a moan. He hardened again as he remembered how beautiful her lips looked with his cock between them. He leaned in and took one nipple in his mouth, licking and pulling at the hardened tip, and then offered the same attention to the other. He went back and forth several times as Cinderella’s moans increased. He stopped to place each of her ankles on his shoulders, and then lifted her hips off of the chair long enough to slide the gown down her legs. He reached for her mask again, but again she stopped him, moving his hands down her abdomen.

“Now the pleasure will be both of ours, miss.” The prince kissed his way down her body and toward her mound, drawn by the scent of her arousal. He parted her legs and ran his tongue along the edge of her moistened lips before parting her folds to taste her even deeper. While his tongue explored her sweetness, he looked up to see her playing with her nipples, her lips parted from heavy breathing, and her eyes staring into his. He worked his tongue along her slit, swirling around her clit until she squirmed, and then slid back to her opening to bring in more of her juices. The assault continued, her hips bucking against his face and her leg muscles twitching, until finally the wave took over her and she burst, spilling even more of her sweet honey for the prince to enjoy.

“You were sent from the heavens to save me from an evening of pure misery, miss.” He leaned in and kissed her, breaking just long enough for him to free his cock from his pants once again. She watched as he ran the tip of his cock against her folds, coating it with her wetness. He was about to slide his cock in when she became aware of the distant sound of the chapel bells chiming. Suddenly she was filled with dread at the thought of her stepmother discovering her with the prince. She closed her legs, and reached for her dress, nearly ripping it in her haste to re-dress.

“Miss, what are you doing? I thought we were...”

“I’m sorry, Andrew, I must go.”

He reached for her hand. “Wait, stay the night. I will take care of you.”

“I-I can’t. Please, let me go.” Cinderella was shaking so much that she could not tie her bodice. She ran for the door and nearly tripped.

He caught her and placed his coat over her shoulders. “Miss, please, your name.”

“Let me go, please!” He signaled for his guard, discreet in the shadows, to open the door for her. Before he could say another word, the mystery girl was gone, taking with him not only his coat, but his hopes of finding the one maiden who could light his fire again.

***

The next morning, Cinderella awoke in her own bed, unsure of whether the events of the previous evening were just a dream. Impossible, she thought. In her dream, the girl who stood before the prince was bold and fearless. Cinderella was neither of those things. Bianca better fit that description. Bianca! She remembered witnessing the woman being pleasured by the two hunters by the creek the previous eve, before turning her attention toward her. Yes, the woman’s fingers were in her pussy. She needed to know right away what Bianca had on her fingers that made Cinderella behave in a manner so unbecoming of her. She dressed and rushed out, finding Bianca near her stand.

“Cinderella! Did you enjoy yourself at the ball? I expected your cheeks to be rosier this morning. Perhaps one roll in the hay was not nearly enough.” Bianca smiled.

“What happened last night? What did you give me?”

“Confidence, dear. I have it in both yellow and blue. I am working on purple, but it keeps turning grey.”

“Bianca, please. Last night I was not myself. I defied my stepmother, I flirted with the prince...”

“Tell me about that, dear. Tell me about your night with the prince.”

Cinderella sighed, remembering Andrew’s blue eyes, full lips and hard cock. Bianca smiled. “My dear, I did not give you anything you didn’t already have. I simply opened the door for you. True, the elixir helped to relax you and speak your truth, and I might have helped you with a womanly rite of passage, but that was so you would not be so nervous when the prince gave you another. He did give you another, yes?”

At that moment, Cinderella overheard a group of women talking about “the girl with the prince” from the night before. “Dear, that is all anyone has been talking about all morning. A mystery girl caught the prince in a wicked embrace before running off. Prince Andrew has not been the talk of the palace like this since his birth.”

Before Cinderella could respond, her stepmother grabbed her arm and dragged her through the market. “Did you think I would not know, stupid girl? Only you have emerald eyes! How dare you defy me and attend the ball! Madeline was to catch the prince’s eye, but you had to be selfish and insolate!” Cinderella tried to wiggle free, but it was to no avail. When they reached the house, her stepmother dragged her up the stairs to the attic and threw her to the ground. “You will never step foot from this room again, do you understand?” Cinderella heard the door slam and lock, and she dissolved into a pool of tears.

***

Several days passed with Cinderella locked in her room, though she could not be sure how many. Every day she received a plate of food, and every other day she also received a sponge and bowl of water to bathe. Once the morning’s tears had passed, she had nothing to do but tend to her few belongings. Before she stored the gown, she found the small pouch, pinned inside the waist of the skirt. In case you find yourself in need of an escape, Bianca said. What good were these beans to her now? She sat in her window sill, watching as the heavy rain moved in from the distance. She may never enjoy the feeling of the rain against her face again, but she would do her best to enjoy the fresh scent.

At some point, Cinderella had fallen asleep in the window sill. She woke to the sunset and a light drizzle, and a small fleet of palace guards at the front door of her home. She leaned out of her window just far enough to hear “every home” and “every maiden.” Her heart sank when she saw Andrew, likely for the last time. She needed to apologize, but had no way out. Suddenly, she remembered Bianca’s pouch. Looking down, she noticed the earth was nicely saturated from the storm, and the drizzle might be enough to achieve the desired effect. She took two beans from the pouch and held them in her hand, giving them a kiss before dropping them to the ground below. After what felt like an eternity, a beanstalk sprouted from the ground and grew up the side of the house. Nightfall had set in, but Cinderella was no longer afraid.

Cinderella was halfway down the stalk when she saw the prince leaving the house with Madeline draped all over him. She cannot make out what they are saying, but the prince’s insistent pushing off leaves no question that they are not leaving together. “MOTHER!” Madeline’s shrill cry cuts through the air as soon as she spotted Cinderella descending down the stalk. Everyone turned to see the commotion, but only the prince made his way to her.

***

Andrew has had more than enough excitement for one night. He knew it would be a challenge to visit this house, but he refused to rest until he found his mystery girl. No stone would go unturned until he confirmed she existed, or he was crazy. Now a blonde girl was descending a stalk down the side of the house. Had his mother not raised him to be a gentleman, he would have left the girl to reach the ground on her own. Alas, his virtue got the best of him, and he needed to lend an assist.

“Miss, may I help?” Cinderella’s foot slipped from the shoot and she nearly fell, dropping the coat in her arms so she may use both arms to grip the stalk. Still, she slipped from the last shoot and fell to her knees.

“Are you all right, miss?” She stood to brush the mud from her knees while he picked the coat up. He immediately recognized the coat, and the emerald eyes from the blonde before him.

“You.” There she was, the same full lips and ample bosom he remembered. “You said you found yourself on your hands and knees often. I thought you were teasing me.”

“Your highness,” she said, blushing. Out of the corner of her eye, her stepmother was glaring at her. “Thank you for everything, but I belong here. You now have your coat and my sincere apologies for leaving you that night.” Cinderella started climbing up the stalk again, but Andrew grabbed her waist and pulled her back down.

“What is the meaning of this? You,” he pointed at her stepmother, “what have you done to this girl?”

“What I please, your highness. She is a servant in my home, and she defied me.”

“Then you defied me, madam. Was the king’s message not clear that every maiden in the land was to attend my celebration?”

“Yes, your majesty, but...”

“But nothing, madam. You thought nothing of disobeying me and keeping this girl away from the revelry. I assure you, this will not go unnoticed by his majesty, the king. You and your daughters are to return to your home and remain inside until the palace sends for you. Do not think of defying me again, or I will have your heads.” The fire in Andrew’s eyes scared everyone, including Cinderella, as she watched her stepmother and stepsisters retreat into the house. Andrew took a deep breath before turning his attention back to Cinderella. “Miss, may I finally have your name?”

“Cinderella,” she said with a bow.

“Beautiful. Tell me, Cinderella, did you enjoy being on your knees before me as much as I did before you?”

Cinderella blushed. “Yes, your highness.”

“And had your fear not taken you, would you have allowed me to fill more than your mouth with my seed?” The prince’s eyes grew dark with hunger.

“Yes, your highness.”

Andrew took her by the hand and led her to his carriage, aiding her as she stepped in. “Would you like to finish what we started?”

“No, sir.”

“No?”

“No,” Cinderella said, looking into his eyes, “I would like to start from the beginning. I want to feel your lips and your hands, and then I want to taste you again.”

Andrew smiled, signaling to the guard before closing the curtain. “Cinderella, my beautiful, I’m afraid we cannot simply repeat the events of that night.” His hands made short work of her garments, leaving her bare to him. Cinderella’s head fell back as she moaned in ecstasy, her fingers running through his thick hair as he feasted on her breasts. “For one, you will not be getting the first taste.” Cinderella laughed as Andrew came up between her thighs, watching as he released his thick cock from his pants and stroked its length. “But that must wait because I have thought nothing but your pussy every night since we parted.” Andrew hooked his arms around Cinderella’s thighs and swirled his tongue over her clit. Realizing she was close, he inserted one finger into her pussy, and then another, while continuing to flick her clit. Like their first night, she came with a ferocity that shook her whole body, leaving her spent but him wanting more.

Before she could regain her breath, Andrew sat next to her and pulled her so that she straddled him. He took her mouth in a passionate kiss while he rubbed the head of his cock against her wet slit. He looked in her eyes and watched her emeralds turn dark when he found her opening and slid in. His head fell back as every inch of his cock was engulfed in her snug channel. She remained seated on his cock for a moment when they hit a bump in the road, causing her to rise and fall against him. The pleasure of the first move was too much for him, and he took her hips to steady her as she rode his cock. Her breasts fell against his face, and he delighted in taking in a nipple at every opportunity. One of Andrew’s hands moved from her hips to her pussy, and as soon as his thumb found her clit, she shattered from another orgasm. Her juices running down his cock sent him over the edge, and soon his release joined hers.

Cinderella and the prince sat together for several moments, still intimately joined. The road smoothed, indicating they were approaching the palace. She finally lifted from him and he took her mouth for one more kiss before they dressed.

“I was not teasing, your highness. I do enjoy being on my hands and knees.” She smiled as he chased her out of the coach and into an evening of pleasure and promise.