A ROYAL REQUEST

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Being part of a royal family wasn't at all what everyone from the outside world thought it was cracked up to be. There weren't piles of gold scattered around the rooms of the castle, and certainly there wasn't a million people waiting hand and foot for someone to eat. However, the Royal family did have servants waiting for them to get dressed. Each morning, when the king, queen and princess would awaken from their nightly slumber, there standing over them with a new outfit in hand, were the royal servants.
 
  Princess Amelia couldn't help but feel utterly trapped being part of the royal heritage. She hated having to sit through the evening dinners, the discussion of money sickening her to the core. And now that she was eighteen, her parents were discussing handing her to a pompous prince on the other side of the country of England.

  As she stared up at the ceiling, letting her thoughts collect to an anxious collateral, Princess Amelia felt a tear slip down her cheeks. She wasn't ready. Just as she was about to break down and cry, a sudden knock came at her bedroom door. Sitting up, she furrowed her eyebrows. Who could be knocking at my door at three 'o clock in the morning?

   She swung her legs off of her bed and walked over to the door. She cautiously opened it, and once the light aluminated the face that was staring back at her, she knitted her eyebrows again seeing her servant Maxwell standing before her.
   
"Maxwell. . ." Princess Amelia began. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be at my door until six."

  Maxwell pursed his lips, then looked down; feeling unworthy while being in her royal presence. "Yes, your Highness, my apologies for being here," he stuttered, his deep blue orbs flickering from her flawless face to the floor. "however, I was told by your mother that, since it is your birthday tomorrow, that you need to try this dress on." He showed her the teal blue slim fabric he held in his arm. "May I come in and assist you?"

  Amelia moved to the side to allow her wardrobe servant to enter the premises of her bedroom. "This is what Mother wants me to wear?" she questions once Maxwell has fully entered the room. He turns to her and gives a sheepish nod.

   "Yes, Your Highness." he replied; his youthful face growing more anxious by the second. "Just put it on for the sake of her happiness."

Since he began working for the Royal Family, Maxwell Carter had always been attracted to the Princess. He had dreams about what it would be like to run his large, slender hands upon her slim figure, caress her perky breasts, taste her neck and slurp up her delicate juices of ecstasy. Every time he would help her dress for the day, there would be a period where Maxwell wouldn't be seen. He'd be in the Family library, wanking off his cock at the thought of the daughter of the king and queen.

  Amelia nodded. "That's all it comes to at the end of the day, isn't it?" she asked, pulling her silk bottoms down to the floor. She wore no panties beneath her sleeping clothing. Maxwell felt his breath hitch at the back of his throat at the sight of her clean shaven clit.

Oh how he wanted to give her a taste. . .

   "I always have to do what Mother says," the princess continued to banter, not really caring if Maxwell was listening. But he was -- he always did. He knew everything she went through as the royal daughter. He knew when she had a nightmare, he knew when she cried herself to sleep. He even knew when she first masturbated after watching a private strip tease being presented in the sitting area. Mother had requested it due to the fact her sex life with the king hadn't been fulfilled in months. Maxwell couldn't help but palm his trousers as he heard Amelia cry out in pleasure. He wanted to be the man she was fantasizing about.

   "I'm sorry you have to go through that, Your Highness." Maxwell said, "it's rather a shame to fulfill her happiness instead of yours." he really felt her pain, and all he wanted to do was make her happy, make her see that there was more to life than being royal. He wanted to sweep her off her feet and collide his lips on hers.

  "It is, Maxwell." Amelia replied. She slipped off her shirt; revealing her perky, plump breasts accompanied by her erect nipples. "I don't want to marry Prince Garret. I don't want to have sex with a man just because he's willing to buy me for my parent's fortune."

  Brushing his erotic thoughts, Maxwell walked behind her and handed the young woman her dress. Amelia stepped through, then held the top of the dress in place for Maxwell to clip together and zip up. "If you don't mind me asking, Your Highness," Maxwell began, pulling the zipper up to the top. Closing the gap of the dress and the bare back of the princess. "What exactly do you want to do?"

  Sighing as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Amelia began to bite her lip. "I don't want to be married to a stranger." she replied. "I want to travel the world, and find someone who would be willing to satisfy me in every way -- and not just because I'm royalty."

Maxwell nodded. He caressed her chin to face him, his eyes softening on her gaze. "I would be more than happy to do that for you, Princess." He said. He neared closer to her, their lips almost meeting. Maxwell wanted this more than anything, but as he inched closer, he felt himself stop. He was twenty-seven, what was he doing trying to steal a kiss from an eighteen-year-old?

  When Amelia looked deeply into her servant's eyes, she couldn't help but feel frozen in time. She felt warm and content. She wanted this, the kiss. She wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by a man who looked at her as if she were precious.

  Maxwell pulled away.  "Uhm. . . Does the dress fit?" He asked.

   Princess Amelia nodded. "It fits." She felt disappointed that they didn't kiss. She didn't just want his lips, she wanted more. She wanted to know what his cock would feel like when drilled deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin. Not on the clips of clothes she was forced to wear.

  "Good, good." Maxwell replied. "I'll be back shortly, I have to report the result to your mother." He began to walk toward the door, when Amelia stopped him.

   "Wait." She called out.

  Maxwell had his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at her, his eyes showing a hint of timidness. "Yes, Your Highness?"

  "I want you to satisfy me," she replied. "I want you to serve my sexual thirst." She looked at his lips, then raked his clothed body down with her hazel eyes. "I want you to be the man I give myself to, not the prince my parents want me to marry."

   Maxwell walked over to her, and as soon as he was inches from her, he knelt down to his knees. He looks up at her and feels himself becoming weak.

  "I'll be more than happy to do that for you, Your Highness." He says. "How may I serve you?"

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     "Do what you want with me, Maxwell." Princess Amelia replied. "I want to feel beautiful and wanted, that's all that I ask. Just do what you want to my body -- it's yours to take."

  Maxwell nods. He scoots himself closer to her feet, then hikes up the skirt of the dress she wore. He goes underneath it, letting the fabric fall upon his head. He kisses her inner thighs, then licks upward toward her entrance. Once his mouth is centimeters from her swollen clit, he licks his lips and then dives in.

  "Oh, Maxwell!" Amelia cried out, tilting her head back. She had never felt anything like this before. The feeling of his moist tongue was unlike anything else she'd put in her clit. She's tried the end of a hairbrush, her fingers, even the remote to her television. Nothing like a moving tongue buried deep inside her.

  Maxwell found himself in Heaven. Her juices tasted so divine, so sweet. Humming against her folds, the young man had longed to hear her cry out in ecstasy once again, he wanted to hear her say his name over and over. She sounded so beautiful when his name slipped from her lips.

  "Oh, Maxwell," Amelia landed, feeling herself grow tense down below. She was certain that with the amount of work her servant was putting into eating her out, she would burst. "Oh, Maxwell. . . Please don't stop. . ."

  Maxwell smirked, flicking the tip of his tongue on the top of her clit. He then uses his body to push her back onto her bed; causing the royal being to help out in both fear and excitement.

   With the skirt of the dress lowered past her thighs, it now rested on the mattress. Eclipsing the light hovering over her bed, Maxwell looked at the princess in pure adoration then smirked; sinking his tongue back inside her dripping core.

   He thrusted his tongue in and out of her. He ended up maneuvering Amelia's legs over upon his shoulders so that he may have more access. When he had reached a new depth, Amelia arched her back; crying out in ecstasy.

  Amelia was close. So close. . .

   "Maxwell, I. . ." she closed her eyes tightly, the knot resting at the pit of her stomach erupting, and then her clit spewed its rewarding waters down Maxwell's mouth. He swallowed her juices whole, finding the sweet taste be even more arousing than he had previously imagined.

  "You taste so sweet, Princess." he said, licking his lips. "I can't wait to feel you. I've wanted this for a long time."

  "How long, Maxwell?" Amelia asked, still dazed from her servant's previous work. Maxwell unbuckled his belt and started to unbutton his coat and dress shirt.

  He now stood before her in only his boxers; his six-pack and V-lined abs exposed to the royal beauty laying on the bed while his hands remained on his hips.

   "A long time," Maxwell replied. "A really, really long time." He hovered over her, his nose inches from her. He then placed a kiss to her lips; a kiss so sweet and adoring that even Amelia couldn't describe it in words. It was that gentle. She cupped his face in her hands; kissing him back, their tongues dancing upon each other for dominance, yet they remained complacent but tangled within a romantic gesture.

  Maxwell opened his eyes and looked at the princess beneath him. He knew she was royal, however, when he looked at her -- whether if she was clothed or not -- he didn't see a money sign or the opportunity to make himself rich. What he saw was a beautiful woman, and the one thing he wanted to do was make her happy.

   "What do you want me to do with your beautiful body, Princess?" Maxwell toyed with her clothed right breast, giving it a firm squeeze and then teasingly ran his index finger and thumb on each side of her nipple.

   Amelia gasped, another wave of arousal now coursing through. She wanted him inside her already, she wanted his hands on her breasts. She wanted all of this and more -- if it were even possible to have more.

   "What do you want me to do, Princess?" Maxwell asked once again. "I'll be willing to do anything -- as long as you are satisfied."

  Gasping, Amelia arched her back once again as she felt Maxwell's other hand cup her other breast. She bucked her hips upward, wanting him.

   "Touch me, Maxwell." She pleaded. "Touch me as much as you want. I just. . ." she panted. "I just want you."

  "Then we need to discard your dress." Maxwell replied, eyes flickering with lust and adoration. He propped her up on her feet, unclasping the back of her dress and pulling the zipper down. Once the fabric fell to the carpeted floor, Amelia stood: bare, beautiful and naked.

  Her breasts were plump and were accompanied by erect nipples. Maxwell was in awe at how perky they were, how easily he could just grope them with his hands. He felt his breath hitch to the back of his throat once again, the thought of hungrily sucking her nipples sending him over a euphoric high. He looked down lower, finding her slim physique attractive. He wouldn't have had a problem with her if she was a big woman, but her slim stomach made it much easier to admire her large breasts and plump, bulbous ass.

  "Do I look okay, Maxwell?" Princess Amelia asked him, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her figure. She felt exposed, and although she began to have a sense of naughtiness tangled within her body, she couldn't help but wonder if Maxwell wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

  Maxwell didn't say a word. Instead, he cupped her neck with his left hand and gave her a forceful kiss on the lips; ramming his tongue down her throat, causing the royal woman to stifle out a moan.

  Surprised by this action, Amelia sauntered back slightly. However, when she looked at him, a sense of possesiveness caved in. And to accommodate the desire, she cupped his face and returned that same, desired dominance to his lips.

  "Take me, Maxwell." Amelia commanded. "Take my body and make it your own."

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Maxwell gently laid her down on the bed. He knew how badly she wanted his touch, he knew she wanted him to be forceful, but he also knew that she needed to be coaxed in gentleness. He wanted to make sure that this night would be memorable. Once Princess Amelia's head rested on the silk sheets, Maxwell hovered over her; planting soft kisses to her face, chin and then residing to her neck a bit. He travelled his way down to her perfect breasts, sucking, kneading and toying with her nipples.

  Maxwell made his way lower, making sure to kiss every inch of her beautiful figure. His fingertips trailed down her silky skin; causing the man above her to internally shudder at the texture of her body. When his head rested in between her legs, right at her entrance, he looked up at the royal woman and gave her a sly grin.

   "Are you ready, Princess?" He asked, his voice hoarse from arousal.

Amelia nodded. She wanted him bad.

  Without hesitation, Maxwell made sure that the condom was properly slipped on before he pushed his erect cock inside of her. When his cock found its way in better depths, he groaned; thrusting in and out of her, the feeling of her walls tightening around him making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

  "Oh, Maxwell!" Amelia cried out, scratching his back with her perfectly painted, manicured hands. "You're so big!" She could feel his length near towards her stomach, the feeling of his slender, thick and awfully large length making her moan and groan and plead for more pleasure. Maxwell was in deep, and the princess didn't want it to end. She was royalty, and royals always get their requests fulfilled.

  "Oh, Princess," Maxwell moaned, pounding into her now. His balls were hitting underneath her ass cheeks; causing their skin to slap simultaneously; creating a rhythm of passion accompanied by the bed squeaking with the headboard banging. "You're so beautiful. . ." Maxwell looked into her eyes and felt love waver over him. He was in love with this young woman, and he had wanted her for so long. He felt like he was the luckiest son of a bitch for having the opportunity to make love to her; to show her what a real man would to her royal body. "Fuck, you feel so good!"

"Oh Maxwell. . ." Amelia panted, arching her back as he hit her in the right spot that was deepened by a sea of arousal. "I feel so alive! Keep making love to me! Please don't stop!"

Maxwell obliged.  He sat up straight and gripped her slim waist, riveting her petite body feverishly against the mattress. He was so close, and he couldn't wait to hear her cry out in pure ecstasy. His mind went back to the moment he heard her masturbate for the first time; how pure and intoxicating she'd sounded.

Amelia arched her back higher, her cries of pleasure becoming louder with a higher pitch. She bit her lip as she gripped the sheets. The royal young woman was in bliss, and as she came close to her peak, her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her temples becoming tingly due to the amount of pleasure.

"I'm going to cum, soon." Amelia whimpered. "Maxwell, I need you to take me there. I need to. . . to. . ."

With one harsh, rough pound clenched deeply within her moist core, Amelia let out a loud, high-pitched cry that was followed by a symphony of moans.

"Maxwell. . . oh Maxwell. . ." she breathed. "That was. . . that was amazing."

Maxwell smirked. "Have I satisfied your request, Your Highness?"

"Not quite yet," Princess Amelia replied, panting, smirking while attempting to catch her breath. "I want to see you cum."

The servant nodded, then continued his thrusting spree. The bed began to squeak a little faster, the headboard pounding harder than before against the bedroom wall.

In a matter of minutes, with sweat dripping down his body, Maxwell reached his evergreen peak; exploding his seaman into the condom but still remained close against Amelia's perfect frame.

"Your Highness, there is something I have to confess." He looked into her eyes and smiled bashfully.

"What is it, Maxwell?" Amelia replied.

"Well, seeing as you don't have the desire to marry Prince Garret. . ." Maxwell stammered. ". . . I want to tell you that I love you. I always have, and the only thing I want to do is see you happy."

A burst of happiness wavered over Princess Amelia. She felt her heart skip a beat, and her smile widened from ear to ear. Somewhere deep within her heart, she had felt a surge of warmth whenever she was with Maxwell. Despite him being her royal servant, she couldn't help but feel normal, feel protected and happy.

She stroked the side of his face and looked deeply into his ocean orbs. "I love you too, Maxwell."

Maxwell pressed a lingering, tender kiss to her forehead. "If you want," the royal servant began to say. "you can leave Prince Garret at the altar, and then afterwards we could run away together. Just you and I, my darling Amelia. Would you like that?"

She pressed her lips softly against his.

"Yes." The princess replied. "I would love that."