Rebecca worried about what she had done wrong when the Queen called her to her apartment. There is just one possibility. Her last week, she met with the stablehand in the barn loft. However, how had the Queen learned of that, and why was she concerned?
After removing her soiled apron and trying to smooth down her pinafore, Rebecca sped through the castle halls to reach the royal rooms.
She tried to wipe the dirt off her face and pulled her red hair back into a hurried ponytail on the way.
With minimal fuss, a handmaiden led her into the Queen’s apartments. The walls were draped in elaborate tapestries, while the floor was covered in thick carpets in shades of purple and red. In the middle of the suite was a four-poster bed, and beyond that was a big porcelain bathtub. The Queen looked away from the window from where she had been staring. Her face was motherly and kind, and she wore a plain white robe.
- “Aha, there she is!” With a clap of her palms, the Queen moved closer. Rebecca showed the utmost civility—a foolish one.
- “Oh, please, don’t need it. You and I are going to be co-conspirators,” the Queen chuckled. “Lady, what is your age?“
- “Your majesty, you are seventeen.”
The Queen gave a nod. “Well, then, a young woman for sure.” Picking at Rebecca’s pinafore sleeve, she tutted. But these outfits could be more attractive, are they? You had to have some attractive curves beginning beneath there.
Rebecca reddened and remained silent.
The interrogation went on. “Rebecca, have you ever slept with a boy or even a man, maybe?“
Lying was pointless. Just last week, I was with the stablehand. Even though the apology seemed a little absurd, it was necessary. “I’m. sorry.”
“Superb.” The Queen clapped once again. “Therefore, we will not accept your maidenhood. I feel so much better about that.
The girl serving felt her heart sink. She had heard the gossip that the Queen had grown weary of the King’s bedchamber attentions. Was she being courted by the King as his mistress? The former monarch was plump and haughty. It would be terrible.
The Queen must have seen her unease. Leaning in as though they might be heard, she spoke.
“It’s okay, sweetheart; it’s the Prince, not the King.“
Her heart cheered, but she was still confused. “But Prince Hamish is merely a young man.”
The truth is, he is thirteen. I’ll give you that sometimes he acts younger. You see, he’s a touch… slow.
Rebecca was well aware of it. There were just as many rumors about the Prince as there were about his father. It was believed that Prince Hamish was mildly retarded.
“You want me to put him to bed too?” There was simply no other way to say it.
Coyly, the Queen grinned. “Yes, but educate him as well.” She guided Rebecca to the bathtub by putting her hands on her shoulders. “How about we get you clean first? Get out of those rags, please!
Unquestionably, that was a direct order—not from the King. And not after she had already begun tugging at your garments.
Depending on which way was more accessible, her garments went down her legs or over her head, leaving her nude next to the bathtub.
“Alright, let’s look at you!” The Queen took a step back. “Hamish is a lucky boy. I did mention there was a young lady underneath.
Rebecca cast a downward glance at her reflection. She assumed her physique was typical. The stablehand said her breasts had filled out this year and were quite the handful. Stolen pastries from the kitchen had not yet shown her flat tummy, and
“A beautiful flaming red bush between your legs, too!” said the Queen. Hamish has to hear that not all girls have that kind of appearance. If not, he could be let down by the people he meets next.
The redheaded serving girl only grinned; there was no place for additional humiliation.
“Then, into the tub with you. It’s comfortable and cozy. It was only made 10 minutes ago by my handmaidens.
The water was warm and comforting after a long day at work. She threw herself into it, trying not to let the circumstances get to her. She had to lie with the Prince as a result. In the Kingdom, there were worse fates than that.
After the Queen departed to see something, Rebecca pondered how long she could spend in the bathtub. After washing away the day’s grime, she dried herself outside and wrapped a huge fluffy white towel around herself before waiting. The towel was folded on a sideboard.
She hardly had a minute before she heard someone outside say, “But Mother…I…”
Hamish, please stop complaining! Never have I heard someone so unappreciative. She’s pretty enjoyable!
Entering the chamber, the Queen virtually pulled her son. She roused him since he was dressed in shorts and a nightshirt. He yawned, his brown hair tousled. He had his mother’s bright friendliness on his face, but even from across the room, one could sense that he wasn’t quite as wise.
His mother gave him an apologetic grin. “He stays in bed far too much. He was playing with himself. That contributes to the issue. He has little knowledge of the other sex and will soon be wooing someone. He even avoids talking to his cousins when they come to visit. Are you Hamish?
Hamish shrugged.
A white wooden chair facing the side of the bed was moved from a corner by the Queen. Her kid was seated on the edge of the bed. “After we show you a few things, beautiful Rebecca will put you to sleep. Have you had your evening violin yet?
“Mom!”
Rebecca knew the chair was hers, so he did as instructed. She approached without being questioned.
The Queen nodded, “Good lass,” and motioned for the towel. “It shouldn’t take long, I think.”
The Queen pushed her knees apart practically immediately, so there was little need to sit meekly on the chair. However, it appears it wasn’t sufficient since each foot was subsequently raised and positioned at the front corners of the seats. She presented her nude crotch to the young Prince by sitting with her feet up and her knees apart, barely three yards away.
Hamish started to focus more intently. “Beautiful cunt!” he said, winning his mother a clip across the ear.
You wretch, we’re not under the King’s protection. We donKing’sloy that phrase.
Rebecca wondered when this would finish as she fixed her gaze on the ceiling.
Ignoring her predicament, the Queen went on, “We’ll use the word pussy, thank you.” Alternatively, you might name it her cunny in the heat of the moment. However, say it politely. Because, as you say, it IS gorgeous. Not all girls have red hair down there; most are black or other colors. You’ll be in serious trouble if I discover you attempting to play with girls who have no hair at all, isn’t that right?
As if he’d just been handed a kitten, Hamish said, “I think we should call her Becky,” without removing his eyes from the girl’s protruding crotch.
The Queen gave a rolling look. “Sometimes, he says the most ridiculous things.”
Rebecca started speaking out. She reasoned that if she contributed, things may move forward quickly.
She responded, “You can call me Becky, my Prince,” as she saw his smile. She faced the Queen. “May I show him down there, please?” The Queen gave a nod. “I’ll avoid being seen. You’re already humiliated; I know that. She grinned and left the room, saying, “But don’t let him spill his seed before the most important part!”
“Becky, show me then.” When his mother left, the impish Prince giggled.
After adjusting herself as much as possible in the seat, Rebecca placed her hand between her legs.
“Well, you are aware that this is my cunny.” then she grew quiet, almost whispering. “But if you want, you can call it my cunt when your mother isn’t around.” You might as well win the boy over.
“Happy days! Becky, I adore your cunt!”
“Calm down! I am aware of that. She gave him a little grin before softly opening her penis to let him see through her red hair. These might be referred to as a girl’s cunny lips or lower lips. Additionally, they will appear differently for each girl, although they will generally seem similar.
The response was truthful. “Not really,” Rebecca wished another female was around to emphasize the point.
“Anyway,” she continued. “There are two primary cunny lips: the outer, which is called the gate, and the interior, which is called the inner.” as her fingers became broader. “Notice how my flesh is more exposed there? The inner lips are those. You can occasionally see them in the center of the prominent lips without doing this.
She chose not to cover up urination because she felt like she was losing him. She talked too much about her little magic button at the top for no reason. It seemed like something other than the type of partner that Hamish would be interested in. Nevertheless, it merited discussion.
Immediately at the summit. In bed, it might be challenging to find and complex to see. There’s a small place that I feel comfortable in. I believe the Master refers to it as a clit. She took time to reflect and recalled, “Some girls call it their clitty.“
With greater vigor, Hamish tugged at himself within his pants. “That’s funny,” he replied, calling it clumsy and humorous.
Rebecca burst out laughing. Indeed, isn’t that right? She saw the movement of his hand. “Hey, hold on a minute! Now, you have to place your — what do you call it — when you bed with a female, what you are now holding.
It was Hamish’s turn to flush as he glanced down at his jeans. That is the sword of my Prince. He shrugged, “But the guards say it’s my little cock.“
Since some females could be afraid if they think you’re about to use a sworn against them, let’s name it your cock. Rebecca grinned, and so did Hamish.
“This is the best part of my cunny, for you anyway,” she remarked. “That’s where you insert your penis inside.” But please, when is the girl prepared? It hurts if she doesn’t get wet first.
She made things simpler since he appeared perplexed once again. “Please just ask her whether she’s prepared before inserting it.
That seems to satisfy Hamish.
With relief, Rebecca released her fingers and gave a cheeky, “And now it’s your turn.” Let’s have a look at your gorgeous cock!”
She got up from the chair, pushed it aside, and crouched on the floor next to the bed, going for his trousers when he didn’t respond immediately. “May I?” she inquired. He gave another nod.
His stiff cock sprung free as she tugged his jeans down his legs. She realized the young man was thirteen, even if it wasn’t a sword. It wasn’t easy, at least. A few inches above his ball sack, the cock boldly pointed upwards, encircled by a scattering of black pubes, as the foreskin was removed from his crimson bulb.
“My Prince, you have an amazing cock.” She gave him a compliment that was devoid of irony. “I take it you are fully aware of your own body?”
“Obviously,” he said. “I get served by my cock every night!”
She pretended not to laugh, believing him.
And do you believe that you are currently on the verge of leaking your seed? With her fingers cupped over his balls, she questioned.
He gave a pleased groan. “When you do that, I am! Compared to mine, your hand feels better!
“I’d say my cunny feels even better, but in the end, we have to use my hand to spill your seed, okay?”
“All right, but don’t take too long,”
Rebecca feared he wouldn’t stick around. She then shoved him into the bed again. “Normally, you would be in the lead, but I’ll take the lead today. You’ll probably do both when you can last longer, but don’t worry, females like it. And more roles as well. With her crotch only inches above his erection, she straddled him and put his hand between her legs. That’s what I’m feeling, my Prince. I’m starting to get wet. Thankfully, it wasn’t a falsehood. She’d been thrilled by the words, the twisted exposure, and the sight of his cock, no matter how big. She stroked her clitty with his fingers as she directed them. Hamish moaned. “It feels good.”
“Await this feeling!” Upon realizing this, Rebecca sank onto his erect cock and let it descend up till his ball sack touched her groin. She knew he understood when she felt his hips raise. “That’s how it is,”
He closed after three or four thrusts into her, gasping. She then slipped off of him and went back to her floored kneeling position. “I’ll get through you immediately. Recline.
“I’m grateful, Becky,” he managed to groan.
Her fingers moved effortlessly along the length of his cock, which was moist from the inside out. Using her other hand, she toyed with his balls, teasing and pinching them till he was raising his hips once again. He shook and groaned, “I’m going to spill,” as she gripped him a bit more and ran her thumb over his swelled head.
“Well done, kid. Give your seed to me. Empty those beautiful balls.
He did, covering her fingers with it. Rebecca felt him throbbing from inside, and three times, royal sperm spurted from his rooster-red head as she pressed her knuckles up beneath his balls.
She was startled by the sound of clapping behind her. “That’s my boy!” Laughing, the Queen stood at the doorway. “I arrived in time to witness the grand finale.”
After using the water tub to wash up, Rebecca discovered her old clothing. She snuck exited the door as his mother questioned the exhausted youngster lying on the bed. She desired for him to recount the entire exchange.
She heard “Can we keep her Mummy?” as the last words coming from the chamber.
