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Nikolov •

Woke up to soft thuds and the smell of violets filling up my lungs. Even in my half-asleep state I know this scent by heart. My mother's favourite, from a long time ago when everything in our family are rainbows and unicorns. Now it's all about power and deceit.

Enough of that drama. I have more exciting matters to attend to. One being this little woman arranging the flowers in the table, unknowing of my presence. She must've thought I already left.

She's humming a lullaby I'm quite familiar with but not that much. I guess it's about sunshine and grey skies.

Oh, I could be your sunshine or your grey sky today, baby. It's up to you. I thought to myself.

I continue my staring, observing her every move, my morning wood getting harder. She still does not know I'm still here.

I feign my yawn, making it a bit louder to catch her attention. She jumped on her feet, almost stumbling. This is amusing.

She knelt before me and uttered her curtsey. Her eyes downcast, her body nervous. What are you afraid of, baby?

I remained on my bed, hiding the growing tent in my boxers.

"Get up now. And look at me. Go get me some pants in the closet then hand it to me", I commanded like the king that I am. She seemed awestruck and I can't blame her. That is one of my charismatic effects to people. Especially women, of all ages.

After a short while she scrambled on her feet and obeyed my order. With shaking hands she handed me a white drawstring cotton pants. This surely won't hide my erection. But oh well.

I stood up and put my pants on, still without a shirt though. It's quite enjoyable seeing the little witch blush hard. But my cock's harder. Damn.

With nowhere to go, nothing to do, I got back to bed, sitting with my back against the grand headboard. I continue watching her.

She's fidgety under my scrutiny. And I like it. A lot.

"Don't you have chores to finish, candy? I don't pay you to idle. Move. Now. " I said with much authority in my voice.

"Y-yes, your Majesty", she stuttered, going back to her task.

With my arms crossed, I watched her. Watched her like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. Her maid's uniform did nothing to hide a soft, voluptuous body, heavy breasts, and a delectable ass.

My hands are suddenly twitching, itching to squeeze something soft, like I would to a stress ball but much softer, much much more.

The little old witch did her work flawlessly but I can see her trembling, uncomfortable under my gaze. She would spare me a glance when she thinks I'm not looking. Big mistake. I like to look. I don't want to miss a single move.

I don't know what's happening to me, but I welcome it. This is a thousand times more exciting than banging some spoiled rich bitch who thinks they can be my queen. Na-uh.

"Y-your majesty, I am f-finished with my work here. Is there a-anything else I-I can do for y-you?", she asked. Her stuttering is adorable. Sue me.

"Yes, I have a lot of things I need you to do for me. Come here", I told her. I need to smell her again.

She slowly, achingly walk towards me. I'm itching to drag her, but I resist the urge. I am the king, I remind myself.

Calm your horses, you sick fuvk. She'll bend unto you in no time. She'll be wrapped around your fingers like a cheap whore just like everyone else, then you'll be free of her spell. You will see.

But I am far from calm, damn it! Who would be, when you're anticipating over something you don't understand? When all your life you know you are in control? How?

When finally she stood a mere meter away from my hard problem, creating a big tent in between my thighs, I am reminded of our very first meeting, and how after that night I imagine fisting her hair and shoving my cock in her throat. As deep as it could go. And how I would take whores with me, searching for that explosive release but to no avail.

Now is the time to get that elusive pleasure. I'm not waiting another day to feel that tight mouth full of my maleness. Call me a jerk, but I am the king. Everything in this kingdom is under me. Including this little witch.

Patience is not for me. I pull her hard to me, arranging her so she's sitting astride me, my rock-hard erection pressing against her uniform.

I growled, getting her skirt out of the way. Still not enough.

"N-no, please, no", she whimpered and shook violently when I tried to tear her clothes away from her body.

"Don't fight your king, little woman. You can't do anything about this. Do you dare to defy your king? Do you?", I whispered sensually in her ear, biting her earlobe, while rocking my steel into her cloth-covered softness.

" K-king? B-but I thought you are only a p-prince? I-I mean, y-you are still a boy, so y-young, your majesty. O-oh God", she moaned, answered making me halt my pleasurable activity.

"What did you just say? Prince? A boy? Oh no, little old woman, you are asking for a punishment", I said, making her eyes and mouth open wide.

Just when I thought this could be over in a minute, how wrong was I.

I'll show this little hag what this young boy can do.

"Brace yourself for what's coming, woman. You'll never know what hit you."

A tear fell. My smile widened.

Who says staying inside your room the whole day is boring? Definitely not me.