I know, right then, that this competition might get a little intense. Bruno can be competitive about silly things like board games — he’s going to take a prize like Katarina seriously.
“Are you enjoying the ball?” she asks lightly, as we stand near the edge of the dance floor. The current dance — a waltz, I think — is ending, and as the couples on the floor separate, I pull her forward and take her in my arms.
I’m fucking hard as iron already. This isn’t even an intimate hold, and we’re in front of everyone, but it doesn’t matter. She notices and looks away, blushing slightly.
“I’m enjoying it quite a bit,” I say, looking down at her salaciously. “Especially now.”
The princess swallows.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she whispers.
We whirl around the dance floor, and she’s light in my arms, graceful and lithe.
“I should tell you that Bruno and I have a small competition going on,” I say, speaking low enough that only she can hear.
Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens instantly.
“What’s that?”
“Well, Princess, we both want to be your first,” I growl. “And we decided it was only fair to have a contest to determine who gets the prize of fucking your tight little virgin pussy.”
Now she’s bright pink and stumbles on the next step just a bit. I steady her in my arms gallantly.
“What’s the competition?” she whispers.
“Whoever makes you come the most times during this ball wins,” I say, lifting one eyebrow.
Katarina gasps.
“You can’t—”
“Are you saying no?” I ask, my voice rough and gravelly as I smile down at her. “You can say no and the bet is off, of course. Or instead, you could say yes...”
She looks up at me, eyes wide, pupils dilated. I swear I can almost smell her arousal, even through her dress.
“Everyone is here,” she whispers.
“That’s why it’s a challenge.”
“It’s so...”
“Dirty? Naughty? Wicked? Live a little, Princess. I know you want to.”
I slide one hand down her spine, her bare skin warm under my fingers.
“I know you’ve been aching to fuck us, and frankly, all I’ve thought about is tasting your sweet pussy again.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I grin again.
“Good,” I say. “We start now. Go to the ladies’ powder room, take your panties off, and wait for me.”
The dance ends. I bow and Katarina curtsies, and we both walk off the dance floor.
She heads straight for the door that leads to the ladies’ restroom. Since this is a palace, there’s a powder room attached to it.
Bruno’s looking at me. I return his look, grinning, and then head through the door as well, into the hallway.
I know I’m taking a chance, but if there’s someone else in the powder room, I can say I’ve got the wrong door. It’s not like anyone will suspect I’m there to fuck the princess.
But the room is empty, save Katarina holding a small bundle of white cloth in one hand. Just looking at it makes my cock ache, nearly ready to explode, but I grit my teeth and lock the door behind me, then stride to where she’s standing.
I grab her by the arms and kiss her roughly, her mouth opening under mine, practically begging me to plunder her, explore her. Take her.
I push her backward until she’s against a marble vanity with a mirror, and I press her hips against it, my erection hard and thick against her lower belly. She groans into my mouth and I swear my cock pulsates, so close to coming that I have to take a deep breath and back away a few inches.
She’s panting for breath, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress tantalizingly.
“We don’t have much time, Princess,” I growl. “So bend over and show me how wet you are.”
For a moment, she doesn’t move, and I think she might reprimand me. I’m way the fuck out of line talking to her like this — she’s the Crown Princess, and innocent and untouched at that.
But then Katarina turns around, looking at me in the mirror, gathers her skirts, and lifts them over her hips, bending at the waist.
She’s fucking dripping, her pink pussy shining and wet with her juices, her upper thighs damp.
“That’s my princess,” I whisper, taking both globes of her perfect ass in my hands.
The urge to fuck her right now is almost too strong to deny, but I don’t. I want her first time to be with both of us, taking her together.
I drop to my knees, running my tongue along her slit, her sweet juices collecting in my mouth. Katarina gasps and I start flicking my tongue across her clit, light and gentle at first until she whimpers.
God, it’s fucking sexy.
I lick her harder, writing her name with my tongue, flattening it to drag across that sweet nub as her honey trickles into my mouth, her slit still dripping wet. Bent over the table she starts gasping like she’s trying to stay quiet and not moan, so I lick her harder and faster.
Her thighs shake, and I can hear her heavy breathing echo off the counter. Then she comes for the first time that night, her whole body spasming as she holds her breath, nothing but strangled noises coming from her mouth.
That’s one, I think.
I don’t stop licking her. It wouldn’t do to get caught like this — for her sake more than mine — but I want to make her come just once more before we have to leave, and I slide two fingers into the tight channel of her pussy.
She moans out loud, arching her back, offering herself up to me as I crook my fingers inside her and rub her inner wall, still licking her hard and furious.
“Dom,” she whimpers.
I just chuckle, still lapping at her, and slowly, carefully, push a third finger inside.
“I like it when you fill me up like that,” she whispers. I can’t see her face, but I can tell she’s practically lying on the counter, half-limp with pleasure.
I just give her clit a long, slow lick and feel her body jolt as I do.
“This is nothing, Princess,” I growl, working my fingers inside her.
I keep going, hard and fast. Her pussy starts fluttering and quaking around my fingers, and as I can tell she’s just about to come, I swipe my thumb along her pussy lips and then circle the tight, pink bud of her asshole with it.
She gasps, then comes hard, so hard I’m almost afraid her tight pussy will break my fingers. When it’s over I pull out and stand. Katarina is still limp on the counter, both legs shaking a little, looking at me with a hazy expression on her face.
I caress her ass with my hand, then lean over and kiss her. Finally, I pull her to standing and she lets her dress back down, looking at her panties in her hand.
I take them from her, walk to the wastebasket, and toss them in.
“Tell Bruno I’m at two, Princess,” I say.
She blushes, smiles, and then I kiss her one last time before she hurries from the room. I stay and wash her juices from my hands and face, even though I’d rather smell her on me all night — it’s impolite to go back to the ball like that.
Chapter Twelve
Bruno
When Katarina reappears at the door, she’s slightly pink and breathing hard. No one else at the ball seems to notice, but then again, we’re the only ones who’ve seen her in her post-orgasmic glow like this.
I recognize it instantly, and it fires me up. Somehow, I don’t mind the thought that Dom just had her alone. Probably because I’m about to have her alone, as well, and there’s no point in being jealous when she obviously wants us both.
Besides, while they were gone, I slipped back up to my room and grabbed a little something I think will help my chances.
She glances at me, then looks away. I swallow the last of my expensive Scotch and begin making my way, through a crowd of other nobles and hangers-on, toward her.
Katarina does the same, casually sidling my way, and I grin.
Good. Dom’s told her what’s going on, about our competition, and now she’s coming to see what I’ll give her.
“Princess,” I say when she’s in front of me.
“Prince Bruno,” she murmurs, still blushing faintly, and offers me her hand.
“I saw you dancing with Prince Dominic,” I say, kissing her knuckles. “Did you enjoy his company?”
Katarina clears her throat, a little nervously.
“I did,” she says softly.
“You’re turning pink,” I say, straightening up but not letting go of her hand. “It is quite warm in here; would you care to take a quick stroll outside?”
“That sounds lovely,” she says.
I offer her my arm and she takes it, my cock already stiffening in my pants. We leave through a grand hallway, and stroll out onto a terrace. Several people nod their heads and say hello to her, but we keep walking.
There’s a path along the side of the castle, up against the wall, and we walk along that. Soon the noise of the ball fades and we can see the lights of the capital city below us.
“I assume Dom told you about our wager,” I say to her.
Katarina just nods, silently.
“And you’re still here, alone, with me,” I say, stopping on the path.
I turn to face the princess, taking her face in my hand.
“How far ahead is he?”
“Two.”
I grin and kiss her, slow but hard, and it feels like she melts under me, totally soft and yielding. I didn’t think my dick could get harder, but it does.