Hot water — One shot 1
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Hot water — One shot 1
Lena POV
I walk towards the large pool, carrying a food tray with white cream cupcakes. I’m wearing a tight, revealing maid uniform that accentuates my D-size breasts and hard butt. I’m only 20 years old, but I’ve been working as a maid for the royal family for a few years now.
As I approach the pool, I see Princess Jalasi is not there. I feel a pang of disappointment, wondering if I’ll get to see her today. But then, Prince Umarsi, the brother of Princess Jalasi, emerges from the pool area, wearing a white bathrobe that barely covers his athletic physique. My heart skips a beat as I take in his chiseled features and 7.2-inch tall frame.
Thoughts: Oh dear lord, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. I’m a devout God, and I shouldn’t be lusting after a prince. But those abs, that strong jawline…
I try to compose myself, focusing on the task at hand. “Hello, Prince Umarsi. I brought some refreshments for Princess Jalasi, but I see she’s not here,” I say, trying to sound professional.
Prince Umarsi gives me a charming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, thank you, Lena. Yes, the princess decided to take a break from the pool. But I’m happy to keep you company. Would you like to join me for a cupcake?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.
I try to shake off the feeling, focusing on the task at hand. “I’d love to, Prince Umarsi,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “But I should probably get back to my duties. I don’t want to leave the other servants with too much work.”
Prince Umarsi chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “Nonsense, Lena. You’re a hard worker, and you deserve a break. Additionally, I would like to get to know you better. You’re always so…efficient, but I sense there’s more to you than that.”
He takes a step closer to me, his bathrobe gaping open, revealing a hint of his toned chest. I feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Thoughts: What is wrong with me? I’m a conservative woman, and I shouldn’t be attracted to a man like this. But, oh dear lord, those abs…that smile…
I try to take a step back, but my legs feel like jelly. Prince Umarsi reaches out, his hand brushing against mine as he takes a cupcake from the tray. Our fingers touch, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body.
“Tell me, Lena,” he says, his voice low and husky. “What do you like to do in your free time?”
I swallow hard, trying to think of a response that won’t reveal my true feelings. But as I look into his eyes, I feel like I’m drowning in their depths.
I try to compose myself, taking a deep breath to clear my head. “I-I like to read, Prince Umarsi,” I stammer. “I find solace in the stories of old, and I enjoy learning new things.”
Prince Umarsi raises an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re a bookworm, Lena? I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type.”
I feel my cheeks flushing, but I try to maintain my composure. “Yes, Prince Umarsi. I believe knowledge is power, and reading helps me broaden my horizons.”
He takes another step closer to me, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I think you’re more than just a bookworm, Lena. I think you have a spark within you, a spark that needs to be fanned into a flame.”
I feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears. I try to step back, but Prince Umarsi’s hand closes around my wrist, his grip gentle but firm.
Thoughts: What is he doing? Why is he touching me like this? I should be outraged, but instead, I feel a thrill running through my body.
“Let me show you, Lena,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me show you the world beyond the palace walls.”
I feel like I’m drowning in his eyes, my resolve weakening with every passing moment.
As Prince Umarsi pushes me into the pool, I let out a surprised gasp. The cool water engulfs me, and I can feel my thin maid uniform clinging to my curves. When I emerge from the water, I see the prince’s eyes filled with unbridled lust as he takes in the sight of my soaked body.
“P-Prince Umarsi, this is highly improper!” I try to protest, but my voice wavers with barely contained desire.
He doesn’t respond, instead pulling me close and positioning me on his lap. I can feel his hardness pressing against my most intimate area, and a shudder of pleasure runs through me. “Let me make you feel good, Lena,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the outline of my breasts.
I moan softly as he teases my sensitive nipples, the sensations overwhelming my senses. His other hand deftly removes my soaked underwear, and I can feel his fingers brushing against my most sensitive spot. I arch my back, grinding against his manhood, desperate for release.
“P-Please, Your Highness,” I beg, all sense of propriety forgotten. “I need you…”
I surrender myself to his touch, moaning softly as his fingers trace the strings of my dress, slowly pulling them apart. My soaked uniform falls away, exposing my curves to his hungry gaze. “Yes, Your Highness,” I whimper, “I am yours to command.”
He pulls me close, his lips crashing against mine in a searing kiss. I can feel his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, as his hands roam my body. “Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “Now, cum for me.”
His skilled fingers find my most sensitive spot, and I cry out in ecstasy, my body trembling with the force of my release. I slump against him, spent and satisfied.
But the prince is not done with me yet. He sits back, gesturing for me to please him. Thoughts: I should refuse, but the sight of his throbbing manhood fills me with an undeniable hunger. Obediently, I lean forward, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft.
I surrender myself to his touch, moaning softly as his fingers trace the strings of my dress, slowly pulling them apart. My soaked uniform falls away, exposing my curves to his hungry gaze. “Yes, Your Highness,” I whimper, “I am yours to command.”
He pulls me close, his lips crashing against mine in a searing kiss. I can feel his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, as his hands roam my body. “Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “Now, cum for me.”
His skilled fingers find my most sensitive spot, and I cry out in ecstasy, my body trembling with the force of my release. I slump against him, spent and satisfied.
But the prince is not done with me yet. He sits back, gesturing for me to please him. Thoughts: I should refuse, but the sight of his throbbing manhood fills me with an undeniable hunger. Obediently, I lean forward, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft.
As his fingers pinch and tease my sensitive nipples, I let out a strangled moan. The taste of his essence still lingers on my tongue, and I find myself craving more. “Your Highness,” I whimper, “I…I don’t know what’s happening to me. When will you have me give you the milk from these wanton breasts?”
I arch my back, offering myself up to him shamelessly. My body betrays my conservative upbringing, aching to be used by this man in the most carnal of ways.
“Y-Your Highness, when a woman becomes with child, her breasts produce milk to nourish the babe,” I stammer, flushing deeply. “I…I could not possibly bear your children. That would be a sin most grievous!”
His laughter chills me to the bone, and I shudder as his fingers pinch my sensitive nipples even harder. “Then... my pet. It is not true. You are liar” he purrs, guiding his manhood back towards my mouth. “ But... become drunk on my essence until you are ready to bear my offspring.”
I whimper in fear, but my traitorous body betrays me, eagerly accepting his offering. The salty taste fills my senses as I dutifully swallow, my mind growing hazy with each passing moment. Thoughts: Forgive me, Lord, for I have fallen so far from Your grace.
End of Hot water
