Stuck with the Prince

CHAPTER ONE Staring at my lovely lavenders, her echoing voice disrupt my thoughts. “Mother!” she screeched as she ran to me holding a frame. She’s dresses in red Givenchy , one-sleeve bluffed long gown with a black leather sandal her Father bought for her last year Christmas-it’s not like I don’t buy her gift. Of course I do. I bought for her Pajamas, Gowns, Hair ornaments and even shoes when I go on trips. She left her black, long-for-her-age hair unpacked which made it easy for the wind to blow it as she run towards me. “Mother” she said again panting. “Kate, why are you running?” I asked her as I sit her down on one of the long, concrete, marble designed chairs in the garden opposite my lovely and favorite home grown flowers-lavender. Lavender is a flower which signifies the first day you met someone. It reminds me of how I met my husband, the pharaoh of this land, Egypt. ”Oh, what an awe-inspiring odyssey” I thought to myself as I let out a smile to Kate who was looking at the frame she held in her little hands. “What have you got there?” I asked as I collect the frame from her. “It’s a painting I made myself. Our teacher in school asked us to draw the most important thing to us. Salle drew the white horse her elder brother gave her for the birthday, Iqmat and Iqmon drew their Versace dress, Rahman drew himself sitting on the throne and wearing a crown. Zainab is obsessed with herself so she drew herself as the most important thing. “Yes, I’ m not surprised at all. That girl definitely love herself more than anything in the world” I replied. “I drew my family-me, father and mother. You are the most important to me in the world” Kate said as she hug me and rest her head on my bust. “I love you too, my little angel and I’m sure you know your father does to.” I said as I gave her a peck on her forehead and she nodded in affirmation to what I said. With Kate enjoying the moment, I looked at the painting with happiness. She drew her father to be the tallest and at the right hand side, painted him black with golden stripes to signify his cloth and drew a triangle on his head to signify crown, I guess as I smiled. She also drew a thin line under his jaw to represent the fake moustache Pharaoh’s wear. I was in the middle. she drew me slim, some noodle like pencil work on my head to show that I’m a female, black gown on my body and some design of hers’ on my feet to show that I’m putting on heels. “What a nice antonished painting by my daughter” I thought to myself. “I’ve been looking for you sine. I’ve checked all rooms before the guards told me you are here in the royal garden’ Kate said. Sometimes I forget how big the palace that I don’t have a specific place I go to relax- I make use of every room. “I’m sorry dear” I said as I gave her another peck on her forehead. “Mother, I have a question for you” she asked sharply as she adjusted her sitting position to upright resting her back on the chair. Kate has both English and Egyptian accent, which she hasn’t been able to use well. She just enunciate any accent that comes to her mouth but mostly use the English accent when she wants to ask something or a favor. “Question…. Ok, go on, ask” I said. “Mother, can you please tell me how you and father met and got married?” she asked as she place her two palms together making them face each other like the Indian men greet. I was surprised by the question she asked like that would literally be the last thing Kate would ask. “Why did you ask?” I asked Kate as I raised my brows. “I asked because we’ve been told in school how different prince got married to their slave and servants and you…….” She paused and continue “you happen to be in that position as I’ve overheard people talk about it” she said softly, rubbing her hands together and face down. “Well, it’s not like it’s a secret, just an open one. It’s not like no one doesn’t know your history Heather” my subconscious told me metaphorically. I wasn’t baffled at the question, just wasn’t expecting it from her……at least not yet. She’s barely five years old. Looks like my little angel is becoming mature. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it mother, I’m sorry I brought it up. I was just curious to know the real story. I’ve been hearing from different people different side of stories and I know the genuine story can only come from you, Mother and Father of course but he’ll be busy attending to meetings and case of the country.” She said with soberness. Her apology brought me back to life as I was drown in my thoughts. “Did she just use reversed psychology on me? No, she didn’t. She’s just too young to know that. She was just being sincere. She thought she had over step her boundary. But come to think of it, she has the right to know…she has the right to know the history of her mother, how she got to Egypt, how she became Nasir’s housekeeper, how she got stuck with him and how she became the Queen of Egypt” my subconscious again, told me metaphorically. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t say anything wrong. I will tell you” I finally said something after umpteenth minutes of drooling in thoughts. I started “Well, it all started five years ago. I was…” “It’s almost dinner time my queen” a female servant dressed in grey kilt came to announce to us in the garden. At that point, I found an escape tunnel because I wasn’t ready to answer that question, I wasn’t ready to tell my story. Yeah I must admit, it was a shock to me. “Kate, you heard the maid. It’s almost dinner and we need to get ready. We must not keep your father waiting.” I said as I helped her down the long cemented chair. She put up a sad face as she walked dragging her feet.” Someone has got a mood swing” I thought. “Kate” I called the sad pony. She paused and looked back with a wrong and ‘almost crying’ face. I fasten my pace and walk closer to her and carry her. “After dinner, I will tell you the story without leaving anything behind. Let’s eat first” I tell her as I dabbed her pointy nose. “Promise?” she said softly stretching out her pinkie finger to me “Promise” I replied stretching out my pinkie finger to meet hers and we crossed it against each other’s. Immediately after hearing this, the face of my little, brown skin, dark well-arched eyebrows, jet black eyes, gloss lips and an acute nose angel turned from a sad pony to a revived unicorn. It turned beautiful. She gave me a hug and rest her head on my shoulders. Kate is a simple girl and an obedient one. One thing about her is that when she ask for something from you and you promise to give her immediately or give her a stipulated time or day, she’s fine with it. But if you should breach your promise, she can be…no, will be an annoying hell girl. She got that from me because I hate someone not keeping to his or her words. I thought and smiled as we entered the palace discussing what to wear to dinner. Well, it’s dinner time. The maids painted my finger nails and toe nails black and I am dressed in peach Indian sari. Yes, I love to try different countries’ dressing so that I won’t find it surprising or hard to adapt and dress like them when I travel to such countries. My black shining nails matched my outfit that it tone down my makeup and my body ornaments. I didn’t just only wear an Indian cloth, I apply the red dot they use at the middle of their forehead on my forehead. I use their type of earrings, waist bead, bracelets, bangles and other ornaments on my beautiful, light skinned, not to chubby sexy body. I would have used nose chain but didn’t because it’s late already and I won’t be able to eat well. Besides, I don’t want to overdress. Tonight, I didn’t look like an Egyptian queen rather I look like an Indian young lady who is getting married tomorrow. As the maids were adjusting the lace at my back, the creak my room door made and footsteps we heard halt our gigglings and we all turned back to see who it is. As we all turned back to see who it is, it turned out to be……. “Oh, Namaste darling, have I kept your belly waiting?” I asked sarcastically and smiling as I greeted him like an Indian. “Oh, not at all. I could watch you dress up forever, my Baast” he said with a husky voice. Baast is a goddess of love and war, I think. Why would he compare me to Baast? Am I that beautiful to him because Baast is a goddess of love so definitely she must be beautiful. I mean an ugly goddess can’t be loving, that will be so ironical. I thought as I smiled as his complement. He starts walking close to me and as I see this, I ordered the maids to leave the room. “Excuse us”, I said to them and they left with no further ado as they bow leaving the Pharaoh and me alone in the big room. “Come help me with the adjustment” I said to him as I tried to do it myself but my hands couldn’t reach it. He walked up behind me counting his footsteps, pulled the lace tight but that wasn’t the only thing he pulled tight. He pulled me tight also. He pulled me close to me and as he did, his broad hands narrowed its way to my thighs and soon, I could feel him in between. I made a soft moan as he kissed my ear, kissed my neck and finally kissed my lips by navigating my head to the back with one of his broad hands. Oh, what a nice appetizer before dinner, I thought to myself. I need to have more of this. I turned my back to the standing mirror thereby making me stand face to face with him. He is dressed in black kaftan with his name customized on the kaftan in golden Arabic. He wear a golden scarf to complement it and a black fluffy half shoe made out of horse tail and dried camel skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he holds me closer to his bosom as he grabbed my big butt and as he did, I felt something hard, something strong, something I must get a taste of, something I need to ride till it get tired. For easy closure of our lips, he carried me making me support myself with his thighs upward and my two legs beside his two rib cages- his left and right rib cage because he is slightly taller than me. “You are very strong, my Pharaoh” I said as he carried me and kissed my neck. “Let me show you how strong I am” he replied as he makes his way to the well laid bed. He lay my back on the bed first and he, on top. With his body in the mood, he hold my two hands above my head and give me an intense French kiss that made me breathless. He move to my bust and loosen the lace that was holding he dress firm on my body. As he loosen the lace, my top fell off exposing my bust to direct grappling of my n*****s by his broad hands. As he grabbed it, he made it wet and hard with his tongue. “Oh, he has awoken the sleeping dragon and the dragon is about to spill fire” I thought as he continued sucking my n****e hard and I moan as he did this. But the fire my dragon is about to spill is not a destructive one but a seductive one and a love intense fire. Few seconds after he’s done sucking my n*****s, I rolled on top of him, took off his kaftan and get myself busy with his brown n*****s- I mean two can play the game. I sucked his n*****s so hard I made his veins shooting out. He give a soft moan as he utter “suck my…suck my, my, suc…k”. Before he could finish the statement, I moved down to his lower part, to where his length is located. It was as if I knew what he was going to say. I reached for the hems of his pants and took it off. I grab his erected length and dip it into my mouth. As I took the first dip, I felt uneasy, I want more, I want more of this. This was all I was thinking.” Damn, I’ve never felt this way. It was as if this would be the first time I see his nakedness. I didn’t feel this way even on our wedding night. Having an uncontrollable urge, I forget about the dinner, about Kate, about….everything. Don’t get me wrong but I’m a good mother but also need to be a good wife to my husband also and vice versa. The last time I felt this type of urge was when we were trapped and stocked on an unknown island and….” “Heather” his husky voice brought me back from the land of ‘flashback’. Regaining my demeanor, I grabbed his long, brown, hard length and dipped it in my mouth the second time. I tried to put the whole length into my mouth but wasn’t able to. I gag and choke as I try it because it’s too long to be sucked at once. His length was as long as his full name- Al Fareed Nasir. ”GAH!” I moan as he begins to bop my head against his length easily putting it in my mouth. Soon, I made his length moist and played with it like toy with my hands and then I moved my body seductively back to his lips. I kissed him over and over again adding a bit of tongue too. We rubbed hands all over each other’s body before he stopped his hands at the hem of my skirt. NASIR’S POV “I love your outfit, but you would look way better with all of that on the floor” I said seductively as I began to unzip her skirt and nipped at her back. I took off her white panties and sniffed it so get a smell of her p***y- naughty right? I love it naughty and rough. I kissed her panties as I throw it to one side of the room. I kissed her leg, sucked her toes and she moan sharply as I do all this to her. Definitely, I got her at her weakest point. Without hesitating, I dipped my middle finger into her tight p***y. “Oh so warm” I thought as I finger her. She gasp and hold my hair tight as if she wants to pull it off of its root, my head. The fingering got a little fine-tuned when I increased my finger from one to two. After fingering her for some moment and making her squirt, I wash and cleanse her p***y off all iniquities with my tongue. I moved back up again and kissed her before raising her thighs up making it easily exposed to penetration- my penetration and positioned myself by kneeling on the bed making my length parallel with her asshole. “Are you ready?” I asked her and she replied in a panicked voice. HEATHER’S POV “Uhm uhm” I replied as he asked if I was ready. I didn’t reply in a panicked voice because I am afraid. I replied in a panicked voice because I am ready…I’ve been ready since he held me tight from behind. I’ve been craving for his length, to feel him inside me. He has made my p***y wet and the only way I can be at ease, and him too is for his length to be wet also. He warm up by giving me a kiss before he…………he………… “OH!” I moan as he dip his length into me. It was a painful pleasure as I felt a slight pain when he penetrated but as he continued the penetration, I enjoyed it. It is a pleasure. He starts the penetration on a slow and rhythmic level but as he continue, he ride me faster and faster and faster. He makes the position less comfortable than the former position by raising my thighs up reaching the same level with my head making me look like a fish that its head was pinned alongside its tail and this position made me shoot out my ass more. With his length and my ass not parallel to each other anymore-mine has been raised higher than his length because of the position, he move up, penetrates my ass and support himself by resting his hand on the bed. He place his hands in between my thighs so that I won’t be able to bring down my leg during the penetration except he releases his hand from it. He dipped his length into my a little widen asshole and we both moaned. He ride me faster more than before and didn’t stop till he got to his peak. As he bopped his length into me riding faster and faster and faster with both of us moaning and gasping, with the bed shaking and dancing to the rhythm created by our i*********e, with one hand of mine on his back and the other squeezing the unfortunate innocent bedspread that was just doing its job lying on the big bed- I called the bedspread unfortunate because I was squeezing it as if it was a living thing and it has offended me and also because it was the one on duty today. As Nasir bop me, I kept squeezing and ruffling the bedspread because the s*x and rate at which he is riding me is so intense, hot, and painful but a worthy one. Nasir ride me over and over and faster and faster until he came with a loud cry of my name. “Oh my God, he’s done. The rod of Moses has been bent by my seductive fire” I thought as we both lay on the rough bed exhaling strongly and loudly covered in sweat. “Woah, what a nice quickie” I said as I use my hand to fan myself. “Yes, I know right.” He said as he scoffed. “I went easy on you because of dinner. I don’t want to keep the food waiting” he added “Then let’s get dressed and head downstairs. Kate is waiting.” I said as I gave him a kiss and stood up from the bed. He dragged me back to the bed and hold me close to him hugging me tight and wanting to kiss me and probably go for another round but I push him away and stand up from the bed to get dressed. “Wear your cloth. I don’t think I can resist this temptation looking at me” I said as I lick the white substance on the tip of his stooped length. NASIR’S POV “Are you sure you don’t want more?” I ask her as she lick the white substance on my prick. She raised her eyebrow at me and stand up from the bed to sit in front of her dressing mirror to reapply her make up. As she look at the mirror, her gaze went to my reflection and she saw me give her a seductive look that she was able to evade by shaking her head at me like she just came out of trance or hallucination. Kate is right, it is a quickie I gave her but that seldomly happen because I am strait-laced. My s*x drive and libido is high, very high if not extremely. The dinner and Kate awaiting us downstairs made me rush the s*x and for some reason I do not know yet, Heather is now able to resist me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m not as hot as before or our love for each other is diminishing but her s*x drive is not as high as mine but she’s a lioness when she’s in the mood. It’s always as if she drank something or a herb that energize one’s libido. I can still remember our wedding night with poignant clarity- it’s still fresh in my memory. After the whole celebration and jubilation, heather and i left them alone and went into the room. The bed was decorated with curtains, different appealing fragnances and roses on the bed. Locking the door, we both went to the bed to sleep. Sleep? Did i just say the word sleep? Of course No, we didn't go to sleep. It's our wedding night and sleep wasn't what the culture was expecting from us. Even an impotent man won't go to sleep on his wedding night. After giggling and seeing that we are actually married and it's not a fantasy, we kissed each other and did some intense romance. I removed,gently, her white shivon gown and everything under it remaining her 'multiple seen but still seems like first time bust'. I kissed her neck and traced with my tongue down to her chin and finally landed it again on her glossy lips. I took off my white kafftan and she placed her hands on my erected length. "Oh, what a great feeling" i thought as i remember. "Won't you want to do something more than touching and rubbing it?" I asked her after waiting impatiently for a b*****b. She smiled as i said this. "I was waiting for you to ask my husband" She added. She brought out my length from my pants, spat on it, made it moisty, very moisty and jerk it increasing my s*x drive. After jerking it, she sucked it. She sucked it hard and hard and fast more than the previous. She even sucked my balls and rimmed me. She was a bad ass b***h that night. In fact, i would say that she f****d me and not the other way round. She sucked my balls and my ass. She did it exactly the way i finger her. The only difference is that i didn't squirt but i felt it. She licked my asshole with her tongue and fingered it. She dipped her middle finger inside first and later added another into my tight hole. Even though i moaned and complained that it was painful a little,she didn't answer butjust said "that's how i feel when you finger". She fingered me with two fingers and did it very fast. After satisfying her urge,she removed her fingers and licked it. To prove to her that i'm still the head, i carried her to the bed, removed her cloth and pants making light skinned body naked. I spread her laps and dipped two fingers into her p***y. She moaned and tried to close her laps but i stopped it and widen her laps more. I finger her p***y for over three minutes until she squirt. As i finger her, all she did was moan and gasp. After squirting, i didn't give her time to rest at all. I carried her and made her sit her p***y on my length for s****l i*********e. I rested my back on the furniture at the end of the bed in a sitting position with my legs V-shaped for easy access. After adding lubricants to my length,She held my length upright and sat her p***y on it. “Oh” we both moaned softly. She rode me on a mild level with her hands on her hair playing with it seduceively. She bent her back a little with her hands grasping my neck and our lips meeting each other’s. I placed my hands on her waist and that was when i took over the bopping. As i grabbed her waist, i bopped her fast and faster and faster till i got tired of the position and all she could do was moan. She changed her direction thereby changing the s*x position too. She turned her face to the wall and her back to me-vice-versa of the former position. I love this position more because i was able to play with her breast more. I grabbed the breast from the front, rubbed it and played with the n*****s as we bop each other intensively. We made sure that whatever s*x position we are using, the penetration was done in the p***y and not asshole because we are in need of children. I can’t risk cumming in the asshole and wasting it. We changed our position again and before we did this, she gave me a short and quick b*****b. This position is like the one we did when she was getting dressed for dinner but a little bit different. She laid straight on the bed with her face up. I raisedher left leg up straight leaning on my chest as i penetrate her p***y-don’t forget that. I bopped her fast without stopping until i came heaving a sigh of relief. A week later, my sperm didn’t go to waste. It turned into a baby who spent nine months in her mother’s womb andd that baby is Kate. “Oh my God! Kate is awaiting us downstairs . I said as i remembered her name in my thinking. "And that's why i said we should hurry. Now you remember your daughter after satisfying your urge" heather said sarcastically. "Pardon me, i think you said it wrong. We both satisfied our urge before remembering our daughter. You can't say that you don't enjoy it" i said winking my eyes at her whom is busy dressing up as well. "Let's go" she said as she held out her hand to me. "Heather. Naughty as always" i said as i held her hands and we left the room "Naughty? I've never being naughty" i said as i raised my brows at him. "Really? You are so naughty that i lose count. Should i remind you some instances like...." "Stop" i cut into the conversation. "Oh....someone doesn't want to admit she's naughty"he said as he tickle me and i let out a loud laugh. As i was laughing, i lose my balance on the staircase and tripped but Nasir saved me. As i was about to fall, he held me with his two broad hands with our eyes blinking at each other like all those romantic movies. I thought i was the only dramatic one in the relationship but reverse was the case. As Nasir held me in his hands, he started humming a song i know and later as he helped me regain my balance, he started singing...in....indian. The song is a love song by one of these artist that i can't remember his name. He explained in the song how he loves his partner and he won't leave her for anything. Nasir starts like this; Chorus] Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho Jeevan meethi pyaas yeh kehti ho Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho [Verse 1] by Nasir Har shyam aankhon par tera aanchal lehraye Har raat yaadon ki baarat le aaye Main saans leta hoon, teri khushboo aati hai Ek mehka-mehka sa paigaam laati hai Meri dil ki dhadkan bhi tere geet gaati hai [Chorus] Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho Seeing that my husband means business and i know the song, i cut in to sing the second verse. I mean, i just can't stand and watch him take over the position of 'Most-dramatic', i must fight for my post. [Verse 2] by Heather Kal tujhko dekhaa tha maine apne aangan mein Jaise keh rahee thi tum "mujhe baandh lo bandhan mein" Ye kaisaa rishtaa hai? ye kaise sapne hain? Begaane ho kar bhi kyun lagte apne hain? Main soch mein rehta hoon, dar-dar ke kehtaa hoon [Chorus] Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho We both sang the last verse together holding hands. [Verse 3]- Nasir & Heather Tum sochogi kyon itna main tumse pyaar karoon Tum samjhogi deewana main bhi iqraar karoon Dewaanon ki ye baatein, deewane jaante hain Jalne mein kya mazaa hai, parwaane jaante hain Tum yunhi jalate rehna, aa-aakar khwabon mein [Chorus] Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho Jeevan meethi pyaas yeh kehti ho [Outro] Pal-pal dil ke paas tum rehti ho We continued the outro on a long pitch until Kate broke the musical with "the orchestral are not there for palace modification Mother and Father" and head back downstairs hurriedly.