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dreammfires · 29 days ago

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2024 GP Event Story. Harold's POV Translation.

Oujisama had a popularity poll in 2024 and paired some of the princes that scored highly with another character acting as their wing man for an event in early March 2025.

Here Hayden/Henry is the main prince and Harold is the one helping him.

One of the ends has King Harold's pov.

HENRY / HAYDEN POV

Henry has returned from official business and is walking swiftly down the corridors of Philip Castle. He opens a door and sees MC whose face bursts into a smile when she sees him.

After many twists and turns, MC has gone from a temporary pet to his beloved.

(A/N: Don't ask me what the fuck this is about cause I haven't read his main story but apparently he forces her to go to the castle after she loses a pen Wilfred gave him and I've seen him make dog noises at her and say shit like a tiara looks better on her than a collar. 💀)

MC welcomes him home and he asks if she has been a good girl. She says yes then frowns before asking "But have you been a good boy?"

(A/N: No wonder the Philip men are popular they all have yandere tendencies. Henry has mc like a pet, Harold locks her up, idk what bs Wilfred does but I remember his infamous I want you wet from my bed not the ocean with a a sad look on his face. 💀)

MC tells him that she isn't a pet anymore. She looks away and pouts. Henry finds it attractive and cute.

He apologises to her before putting his hands on her cheek and tilting it upward.

Henry: You wouldn't do this to a pet would you?

(A/N: I HOPE THE FUCCK NOT!)

Then he gives her a slow, savouring kiss to let her know he is home now. It doesn't matter if she is with him right now, he cannot get enough of her and wants more.

He is about to deepen their kiss but MC pushes against his chest and stops him. She glares at him and he finds her angry face to be cute as well.

He kisses her lightly again to savour her warmth.

Next day

Henry goes to the library and sees MC engrossed in reading. He tells her that studying is good but she must not overdo it. MC apologises to him but says she can't help it when she's interested in a topic.

Henry: What's so interesting that you lose track of time?

MC: I'm researching where I'll be accompanying you next week on official business.

MC is training to be a princess and she makes Henry's meals so Henry is worried that she is going to crash out.

They're going to a local opening ceremony and MC will be introduced to the public. Given the low scale Henry thinks it will be perfect to get her acquainted but he is anxious.

He recalls what Lloyd told him.

Lloyd: MC is in the archives. She is working hard at her research because she does not want to bring shame onto you, Prince Henry. After dinner she came to borrow the key.

Henry is troubled because he feels as if HE'S the one who caused her trouble with everything in the past. He's happy if MC is here by his side but does MC feels happy?

Henry: Can she really be happy with me?

As her position changes in the future, the burden she must carry will become heavier and heavier.

MC mentions a beautiful blue lake near where they're going to conduct business and how she wants to see it, but the documents are old so she can't find any information on it.

Henry asks if she checked maps or social media but there is nothing about said lake. He wants to gather information about the lake including asking locals but MC stops him and says it is a burden and they can't go given his schedule.

Henry: She's putting away the documents like a good child.

His heart aches cause he wants to do something for her. He is determined to take her there.

Henry: ?!

From the corner of the room is a pillar of white light.

Henry: This light is so dazzling! What is it?!!!

When his eyesight eventually returns, he notices something - someone - standing there.

??: Where am I?

(A/N: MY BOY!)

Henry: ! *There's no way this can be!*

MC: My Prince could this person be....

Henry: Yeah

Both of them are thinking the same way. There is no mistaking it because the library they're in is decorated with portraits of all of the Kings of Philip.

Among them, the man was the spitting image of the first king, King Harold.

??: Who are you all? What are you doing here? More importantly, what on earth is this place...?

Prince Henry: With all due respect... Are you King Harold?

King Harold: ! *shocked sprite*

They try their best to speak calmly to the man, who is likely even more confused than they are.

King Harold: Indeed...I am Harold.

Prince Henry: Nice to meet you. I'm Henry A. Spencer. I'm of legitimate royal blood... and I'm your descendant.

King Harold: *shocked sprite*

King Harold: Spencer... descendant? What are you talking about? I haven't even taken a wife yet.

They explain to him that he had a time slip and travelled hundreds of years into the future. MC hands Henry a book about the History of the Royal Family of Philip.

Henry knows he can't show Harold everything so he confirms his identity by asking inoffensive things such as the founding of Philip Kingdom and Harold's origins.

King Harold: Have I really come to the future...?

Reality sets in for Harold and as Henry is about to close the book...

Harold: Wait...

With unexpected force, King Harold took control.

King Harold: "There's one thing I'd like to know..."

Prince Henry: What would you like to know?

King Harold: You know what? Nevermind...

However, after much deliberation, King Harold retracts his plan.

King Harold: I think I'll stop now. I probably shouldn't listen to this.

Prince Henry: ......*I wonder what Lord Harold wanted to know.*

The way he lowered his eyes as if to convince himself was somehow melancholic――. Upon meeting him for the first time, I felt like I had caught a glimpse of a sensitive side of the great first king.

_____________

A few days have passed since King Harold arrived in the present day...

Arisende: Oh no, it's already this late!

MC, who had brought tea, glanced at the clock in the office and spoke up.

Henry asks if she has plans and she says yes.

King Harold: Now that you mention it. You said you had lessons this afternoon.

Prince Henry:.......

MC excuses herself and leaves.

Now the King and the Prince are alone.

Henry moves from his desk and sits down opposite King Harold, who was relaxing on the sofa.

Prince Henry: ...it seems you're getting used to life in the castle.

King Harold: Yeah. I limit my range so that people around me don't find out too much. When you're away MC takes care of everything.

Prince Henry: I see. So you knew her schedule, too.

King Harold:.......

King Harold stops tilting his cup, quietly raises his eyes and smiles.

King Harold: What, are you jealous?

Prince Henry is caught off guard and he is blushing hard.

Over the past few days, Henry has learnt some things about Harold. For one, the first King is very straightforward with his words and actions. Secondly despite that he loves to tease people.

Prince Henry: Well, of course I'm curious about that. MC is my girlfriend, and we'll be making our debut soon.

(A/N: HERE TUMBLR REFRESHED AND I LOST EVERYTHING I WROTE AFTER HERE.)

Henry is all like well yeah I'm concerned cause we are debuting soon.

Harold: Debuting? Like you're going to introduce her and start doing official business in the provinces?

Harold asks about MC being a baker and states that Henry was able to overcome the differences in status to be with her.

Harold tells him that not only is he jealous of him but he respects that.

Henry thinks about how the first commoner who was welcomed into the Philip Royal Family was his grandmother the former Queen.

Harold looks melancholic and has a lonely smile.

Henry wonders if the question Harold wanted to ask that night was about his own wife, the first Queen of Philip.

Harold mentions that he knows the lake they want to go to and offers to help them find it.

The next day they set off on horseback. MC is riding with Henry cause she can't ride for shit. Harold is soothing his horse and telling it that even though the horse has a stranger on it, the horse is behaving well just like his Sugar.

Henry: Sugar?

Harold: My beloved horse. (A/N: the white one from his main story.)

They find an old day running a cabin and they ask her about the lake. The lake does exist but it can only be accessed by foot or horseback. Henry realizes that he has to go with MC.

Henry handles his horse expertly to a point it makes Harold go "As expected of my descendant."

The next day they go again with Harold as their guide. When they near the lake, Harold suddenly gets off and tells them to go alone. Henry watches as he picks some wildflowers and makes it into a bouquet. Henry wonders who the recipient is.

Harold says he wants to go back to his time and he wants to see Sugar.

Harold thanks them both and as the white light blinds MC and Henry they hear Harold say:

"I wish you both happiness."

_____________

HAROLD END/POV

Just like back then, he is enveloped in a dazzling white light.

Here is...

The next time he opens his eyes, Harold is greeted by a familiar sight.

It was the usual castle stables.

King Harold: *Have I returned... or was everything just a dream?*

But in his hand, He is holding a bunch of wildflowers.

King Harold: *It wasn't a dream... I was definitely in the future.*

Harold: *Henry...I met my descendant and his girlfriend in the future.*

Step by step, he puts his feet onto the dirt and heads to the stall at the very back of the stable. The horse, with its shiny, sugar-white fur, stretches its neck eagerly and rubs its nose against him.

King Harold: I'm back, Sugar.

When he strokes the horse's neck with the palm of his hand, Harold's horse narrowed his eyes in pleasure.

King Harold: At that time, I used Sugar as an excuse to break up with Henry and the others.

King Harold: Henry, MC.I want you two to go on your own from here on out.

Prince Henry: What are you planning to do, King Harold?

King Harold: I want to go back to my time and see Sugar.

In reality, what he had in his mind was the smile of the person he loved - the doctor's assistant, MC.

King Henry: *Seeing Henry and his friends getting along so well, my desire to meet her grew stronger each day.*

King Harold: I wonder how MC is doing...

Sugar shook his head in annoyance at my muttering.

King Harold: I get it. I get it, so don't get so upset.

King Harold: Of course I wanted to meet you too. I'm not lying, it's true.

Smiling wryly at his jealous horse, he pats him on the cheek, gently soothing him.

Seeing Sugar's ears perk up in delight, I opened the stable door.

King Harold: I wonder why I want to see MC's face so much now.

He rides Sugar from the castle to the clinic where MC works. He ties Sugar up a little distance away and quietly watches the situation from behind a tree.

King Harold:.......!

The door opened and she comes out accompanied by an old woman who appeared to be a patient.

MC: Take care of yourself. Don't forget to take your medicine after meals.

King Harold:...MC

At first glance, her smile remains unchanged, but it actually touches his heart deeply. Until recently, as his personal physician assistant, her smile was within his reach.

King Harold: *But now, all I can do is stare at it from a distance...if it were only about our feelings, I felt like we could have connected, just one step away.*

King Harold: *However, once rumors spread, what awaited us was criticism from the nobles and the people. "As a result, even governance and the daily lives of the people MC cares about became threatened.*

Now that he had made the heart-breaking decision to step aside, all Harold could do was secretly harbor feelings for her.

King Harold: There's no way I can give this to her.

He clutched the bouquet in her hands tightly.

King Harold: * If someone finds out, we'll cause trouble for MC and the clinic again

After seeing the patient off, MC heads back inside, and he turns his back on her as well.

Without being able to say anything to her――

Leaving the clinic, with an indescribable pain in his heart, Harold gallops on Sugar to the lake of old. It's the lake close to the fields and mountains where I first met MC.

Harold: It feels like just yesterday that I was here talking to MC.

He sits in the same place as he did back then, looking out at the lake, while he gives Sugar some water and some rest.

King Harold: The two of them, reflected in the water's mirror like surface and bathed in sunlight, will be able to overcome any difficulty..."

Suddenly, he remembers the legend of the blue lake that Henry's girlfriend had so happily told me. Since it seemed like he was hiding something from him that he didn't tell Henry about it until the very end.

Harold has heard of the lake.

King Harold: I was born and raised in that region, and I've never heard of such a thing.

He imagines that this is probably a legend that came to be at a later time.

King Harold: If only I knew that legend in this day and age...I would have gone to that lake with Arisende before this happened. I've never really believed in anything superstitious.

King Harold: So this is what it means to cling to straws.

It goes beyond a wry smile and he starts laughing at himself.

King Harold: Yes, the reason I wanted to help Henry and his friends in the future was because I found myself identifying with them, we're in similar situations.

King Harold: Fortunately, it seems their dreams have come to fruition... I'm sure that hardships will continue to befall them in the future.

Perhaps it was because of this understanding that Henry's girlfriend wanted to visit a lake with such legends.

King Harold: But there is a strong desire to overcome any difficulties with Henry.

(Her strength... is somewhat similar to MC's.)

He looks down and lets out a sigh,and there, beyond that, the flower was swaying again today.

The pale blue flowers were in bloom the day he first encountered MC.

King Harold: No good. Everything I see is connected to MC. That's how much I can't give up on this idea.

King Harold: I wonder if someday I too can break free from all my ties and conflicts and confess like Henry did.

No one answered me, and only the wind blowing across the lake caressed my cheeks.

(No... that's not it. It's not a question of whether you can or can't. You just have to do it.)

With strong will and determination, just like Henry and the others.

Harold picks a flower blooming at his feet and adds it to a bouquet that has transcended time.

(To achieve this, let's do everything we can now)

King Harold: Please wait for me, MC.

Putting unchanging feelings and determination into a bouquet...he places it on a small rock nearby as if it were a token of his vow, then stood up straight.

_________

When Harold left the lake--

A new figure appeared on the lakeside, passing by from a different direction.

MC: Is that... Sugar?

The source of the murmur was MC, who had come to pick medicinal herbs in the nearby fields.

MC: This bouquet is...

Her feet, too, naturally leads her to the place where she had once spoken with Harold.

MC finds a bouquet of flowers placed on a small rock, almost like an altar, and quietly picks it up.

MC: The flower that bloomed at Lord Harold's feet that time...

Clutching the bouquet to her chest, MC gazed out at the lake dyed in the setting sun.

As if thinking of a loved one...

______

Returning to the castle from his long ride with Sugar, he headed straight to his office. Feeling renewed, Harold stands by the window and looks out the window, imagining the streetscape of Philip.

King Harold: First of all, I need to be recognized by the people as a king worthy of ruling this country.

If you can get results and increase the number of people who understand, the way will surely open up.

Then, his eyes meet with his reflection in the window and Harold suddenly remembers Henry.

King Harold: I thought the faces looked quite similar. But...Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could faintly see MC there. Even our descendants are doing their best to stand up to the challenge.

King Harold: There's no reason for me not to show my resolve.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and the butler, Cyril, came in.

Cyril: You called for me, King Harold?

King Harold: Yes. It's about that procurement of materials for the shipbuilding project... I want to move forward with the next order as soon as possible.

Cyril: Eh... already?

King Harold: We'll increase the number of workers and complete the ship faster than planned. And then--

King Harold: *First, we must ensure the stability of the country and remove anxiety from the people. For the sake of a peaceful future for Henry and his friends. And I will definitely overcome adversity and achieve it. *

A future where we can live together with our loved ones.

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cgleome · 5 years ago

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7 Minutes in Heaven (MC/BMP Princes and Zain)

A classic never dies. A short series of NSFW scenarios about MC playing 7 Minutes in Heaven with each of the princes and Zain. (WARNINGS: LEMON)

Joshua:

“So according to the rules, we’re supposed to, as Prince Roberto put it, ‘make out?’” Joshua asked as soon as the door closed behind you.

“Well,” you replied, shuffling nervously, “it’s not a rule per se. It’s more like an opportunity for the people in the closet to make out if they want to.”

You were keenly aware of how close the two of you were. Somehow Joshua was both too close and too far away all at once.

The prince cocked his head, looking at you curiously.

“So, the idea is that, should the people involved wish to, they might cast aside social mores and simply do as they wish privately for 7 minutes?”

“Exactly,” you replied, finding the courage to look up at him with a smile.

You could practically see the wheels turning in Joshua’s head.

“Do you wish to?” The prince asked, moving closer. You backed away instinctively, slightly startled by his sudden movement and walking into the wall behind you. “I would very much like to.”

He was so close now that you could feel his breath against your lips. Although you weren’t touching, you could swear that you felt the warmth of his skin like an energy pulsing between the two of you. His presence was overwhelming.

“Yes,” you managed to gasp before he captured your lips.

Prince Joshua kissed you like you were the very air he breathed. He kissed you now with the wild abandon of a man who had been repressed for years and was now at last able to sate his desires.

At first, he steadied himself with hand on the wall beside your head but it only took a moment before kissing was not nearly enough and Joshua wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling your body against his. Moaning into the kiss, you ran your hands over his body, feeling his firm muscles through his silk shirt. Joshua moaned in return, slipping his hands under the back of your shirt. He began to tremble when he felt your hot skin.

Although the prince had no real experience, you were far bolder and began planting gentle kisses down his jaw, moving towards his neck.

Joshua sighed your name, with a desperation you would not have previously believed the stoic prince capable of.

With a sly grin, you raised your leg, running your thigh against his before wrapping it around him and using it to guide him closer. Although you were both fully clothed, you could now feel how hard he was and the realization made your whole body start to tremble.

Prince Joshua gasped your name again and stole a glance at your face before trailing one hand down your body to support your leg. His other hand moved around to the front of your body to fondle your breasts.

“Do you like this?” He teased with a wicked grin. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes. YES!” You managed to pant, the first time almost too softly to hear and the second far too loud.

Joshua sighed your name again as he moved his body against yours with all the desperation of a man who knew he didn’t have much time.

You reached up, gripping his hair and the back of his shirt as though your life depended on it.

Closer… closer… you both cried out, forgetting completely about the other princes waiting outside the door. Fortunately, they had heard the noises you were making early on and decided it would be prudent to give you both some privacy. They might tease you mercilessly about it later, but it was more than worth it since it allowed you more time together.

Glenn:

The youngest prince sighed when you entered the closet together. Although he wouldn’t let it show, this had put him in a terribly uncomfortable position. On the one hand, he had no experience with women and didn’t want to let it show. On the other hand, he didn’t want to appear too childish by refusing to make a move on you. Of course, he was also unsure of whether or not you were even interested in him and would welcome any move that he made.

You both looked at each other for a few awkward moments.

“Don’t stare at me like that,” Glenn spoke as his cheeks flushed. “I agreed to play this game since I knew Prince Roberto wouldn’t leave me alone until I did. It doesn’t mean I’m going to make a move on you as soon as we’re alone in here.”

“Right…” you managed to reply. Although you were not surprised by his coldness, it still made you a little sad. This situation was uncomfortable for you too and so you just stood their awkwardly for a few moments.

“I mean,” Glenn finally added, blushing so deeply you felt your own face flush simply by looking at him, “we don’t have to just stand here...”

Nervously, Glenn reached out, brushing his fingers tentatively against yours. In the dark, even this slight touch was startling but you didn’t pull away and soon your fingers were linked together.

Glenn smiled despite himself. Although it hurt that you had no memory of him, the memory of your brief time together as children was never far from his mind. Holding your hand now brought all those feelings flooding back to him.

Almost without realizing what you were doing, you began to inch closer to him. The prince didn’t move away and soon your faces were so close together that Glenn’s face was no longer in focus.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, capturing your lips as soon as you complied.

Glenn’s kiss was gentle, hesitant, but he became bolder as soon as you began to return the kiss.

Glenn moaned softly, caressing your cheek with his free hand. His fingers traveled down your neck and gently traced your collar bone.

“Is this what you want?” The prince asked, as he began to plant gentle kisses on your neck.

“Yes,” you gasped, surprised by how breathless his kiss had already left you.

“I didn’t want to take you like this,” Glenn confessed, as his hands slipped under your shirt and he began to trail his hands up the sides of your body, moving your shirt along with them. “But it would be a shame not to make the most of your time together.”

Glenn moved down to your now exposed breasts, planting soft kisses across the top of them before pulling your bra down to tease your nipples with his fingers and tongue.

“Maybe just a little…” he mused, moving up to look at you while the fingers of his right hand traveled down your body and slipped into your pants. He moved slowly, giving you time to stop him, if you wanted to.

Far from stopping him, you gasped and closed your eyes, waiting for what you knew was coming. His fingers moved down the front of your underwear as he began to gently touch between your legs.

It was Glenn’s turn to gasp when he felt how wet you were.

Glenn’s other hand was on your breast, still teasing it and you could feel him, bringing you higher and higher. You willed yourself to finish quickly and Glenn pulled away so suddnely, you were almost offended.

“Come to my room tonight,” he whispered, just before the door flew opened. Besides looking flushed, your clothing at least still covered you. “I want to finish you properly.”

Keith:

Prince Keith couldn’t stop smirking from the moment you both entered the closet together.

“Well, this is interesting,” he declared. “It looks like it’s your lucky day, Commoner. Want to learn how it feels to make out with a prince?”

“In your dreams, Your Highness,” you spoke sarcastically with a roll of your eyes.

“Hey, lots of women would kill to have a chance at what I’m offering you,” Keith assured you.

“Well, next time go in with one of them,” you suggested.

“Hey,” he replied, voice and expression suddenly turning serious. “I might be popular, but I won’t mess around with just anyone.”

He didn’t elaborate but continued to look in your eyes. His expression growing more serious the longer he looked. You continued to meet his gaze, reluctant to let him get the upper hand by being the first to look away. Eventually, you realized that your back was against the wall, Keith’s hands on either side of your head. Your pulse was racing now, though you couldn’t quite explain why.

“Keith…” you whispered. You meant it as a question but it sounded like a plea, which the prince answered with a deep and passionate kiss.

Your arms wrapped around him, trailing over the firm muscles of his arms and down his back.

Keith moaned shamelessly into the kiss. He didn’t care if the others heard you. He almost wanted them to, wanted them to know just who you belonged to.

His hands were on you in no time: one traveling down your body and over your ass, pulling your leg up around him and the other caressing your cheek.

“You make me crazy,” he breathed against your lips when your kiss broke. He meant it to. You didn’t coddle or kiss up to him like so many women did. He couldn’t control you, couldn’t quite figure you out and Gods did it excite him! If you allowed this, it’s because you wanted it and that alone sparked a fire the prince could barely control.

Not to be outdone, you smirked as your hand traveled down his body, massaging the bulge that had already grown in his pants.

Keith’s eyes rolled back and you smirked at him as you opened his pants, slipping your hand inside.

When he looked at you again, there was fire in the prince’s eyes. With lightning speed, the prince opened your own pants, pulling them down, along with your underwear.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he teased, hesitating a moment to gage your reaction.

“Then finish it!” you challenged.

Keith’s smile was absolutely wicked as he pressed you against the wall and began rubbing himself between your legs. He didn’t enter you, and the position had his cock rubbing firmly against your clit.

Keith swore over and over. His arms now wrapped firmly around you. Despite how needy he was, Keith was still surprisingly gentle. He pulled back, one hand moving up to cradle your face, so he could look at you. Although his eyes were dark with lust, there was something serious in his expression, showing a desperation and love that he couldn’t bring himself to put into words.

When the door opened, the princes closed it quickly upon seeing Keith’s nude ass and not wanting to face the wrath they knew he would unleash if they interrupted you now.

Roberto:

“Here, let me show you a secret,” Prince Roberto smiled secretively as he took your hand, leading you to the back of the closet. “I like to hide here from Al, sometimes. He doesn’t know about it.”

Moving aside some coats and boxes, the prince revealed a small door, leading to a tiny storage area. There were books, a few blankets, and pillows. Clearly this was a place the prince spent a lot of time.

“We shouldn’t stay too long or the others will find us and this place too,” you pointed out.

“Nah,” the prince assured you, moving into the tiny space with you. “If Al can’t find it, they certainly won’t be able to.”

Roberto had sat down, his arms and legs spread as he reached out for you. Although he smiled widely, he knew there was a fair chance you would reject him, and he was fully prepared to play it off as a joke.

Fortunately, it didn’t come to that, and you seated yourself between his legs, resting your back against his chest.

Roberto smiled and nuzzled the back of your neck, and taking in your scent.

“I’m glad I got to come here with you,“ Roberto spoke seriously. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

His hands gently traveled up your arms, moving from your wrists up the backs of your arms.

You leaned back against him, trembling slightly and your heart began to race.

“Roberto,” you sighed, eyes closing.

The prince began to kiss the back of your neck while his arms moved around your body.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered, breath tickling your ear and sending another shiver down your spine. “Even if it’s just this once… just now… I want you.”

“Yes…” you gasped and his hands slipped under your shirt.

Once again, you leaned firmly back against the man behind you. Roberto’s hands traveled up your ribs towards your breasts while his lips found your neck and shoulders once more. You closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the gentle kisses and caresses.

Roberto’s hands traveled under your bra, teasing your nipples and caressing your breasts. The area between your legs began to ache and you were becoming dangerously close to begging the prince to touch you there.

Roberto gasped your name at last and moved away, only so he could move beside you, guiding you down onto the floor so that he could hover over you.

“I didn’t want to take you like this,” he spoke against your lips, looking somewhat lost while still brimming with love and lust. “But I don’t think I mind, as long as I can have you.”

You’d never seen Roberto so serious and you knew without words that this meant something to him. Something terribly important.

Roberto lifted your shirt over your head and began to kiss his way down your body. Your bra was already dislodged from the way Roberto had played with you before.

When he got to your pants, Roberto reached down to open them, looking up at you as he did so. You met his gaze, silently pleading for him to continue. With a grin, the prince obliged, pulling the last of your clothing away before taking off his own shirt and pants. You took the opportunity to remove your bra before grabbing at him, running your hands over his perfect body.

Roberto moaned at your touch, nearly losing all control when he felt your hands on him. He was on top of you in no time, hands and lips moving over you before his fingers trailed between your legs. His face fell to your shoulder with a gasp when he felt how your body was responding to him.

Roberto looked down at you seriously. If he never again had anything in life that he wanted, he was going to have you now and that was the only thing that mattered.

He whispered something you couldn’t hear before brushing against you. Just as you were about to cry out, you heard voices in the closet beyond you. The other princes were calling you.

Roberto’s grin grew mischievous again

“Keep quiet,” he whispered to you, “you don’t want them to hear.”

Before you could respond, you felt Roberto slip inside of you.

Edward:

You smiled when Edward reached for your hand, leading you into the closet. There was no way you expected anything untoward from the gentleman prince, though, if you were lucky, perhaps he might steal a quick kiss. You could not deny your attraction to Edward and the thought of causing the perfect prince to do anything at all naughty was terribly arousing.

“Oh my,” Edward spoke with a grin when the door had closed behind you, “my fairy queen has led me to her bower… however shall I worship her?”

The prince moved closer, holding your waist and guiding you to sit on an antique dresser that had been stored in the closet. Once you were seated, the prince fell to his knees before you. He gently held your ankle, planting a kiss on the side of your inner shin.

“Will you allow me to worship you, my goddess?” He asked, looking up at you with moist shining eyes. The plea in his voice was obviously genuine.

“Yes,” you managed to reply, swallowing deeply. You were not at all expecting this and you wondered just what Edward had in mind. Whatever it was, you were already desperate to find out.

Edward smiled broadly and something about the look of handsome prince on his knees before you, lust shining in his kind eyes caused you to shift a bit.

“Thank you, my lady,” Edward sighed, kissing the spot he had kissed moments before. You were wearing a skirt so his lips touched your bare skin.

Although you did not know what to expect, your breath caught when he began to gently kiss his way up the inside of your leg. His hands rested on the outside of your legs, traveling up along with his lips.

When he reached your knee, the prince looked up at you, meeting your gaze as he silently asked for permission to continue.

Without a word, you spread your legs a bit more, inviting him to continue.

Edward gave a deep sensual moan, thanking you for allowing him to continue.

You could feel your body starting to tremble. You had never in your wildest dreams imagined that Edward would be this forward but it was a more than welcome discovery.

You continued to spread your legs until he had moved dangerously close to your underwear. You could feel his breath between your legs and you held a hand to your mouth, smothering your whimpers and fighting the urge to beg for more.

Tentatively, Edward licked right beside the elastic of your underwear and you gasped.

“Edward… please…” you whispered, unable to help yourself. You had never wanted anything so badly and you thought you wouldn’t be able to endure it if he stopped now.

“Of course,” the prince replied with a slight chuckle in his voice before moving your underwear to the side, licking your most sensitive area. Your hips began to move against him, as you felt your climax coming closer and closer.

Edward moaned, sending vibrations through your body and you reached for him, running your fingers through his hair and holding him as though your life depended on it. You knew the door would be opening soon and the anticipation, the knowledge you needed to hurry was terribly exciting.

You thought you heard a noise outside the door, and, despite yourself, you came twice riding your climaxes until Edward’s movement’s slowed and he stood before you, fixing your skirt just as the door opened.

“If you wish,” he whispered, “I shall visit you tonight and worship my fairy even more.”

He winked at you and you couldn’t help but noticed the slight shine around his sultry lips. You could only hope the others would not realize what you had done when they saw it.

Wilfred:

“Well, this is interesting,” the prince teased as he moved behind you, embracing you from behind. “What do you think? Shall we make the most of it?”

As he spoke, Wilfred moved his fingers from the backs of your hands and up your arms, giving a tantalizing sample of what would be in store for you, if you agreed.

“It would be a shame not to,” you teased back.

Wilfred chuckled and it was a deep, sensual sound. You had always suspected that Prince Wilfred had a mischievous side him and the thought of finally seeing it unleashed made your body ache with need.

“You are very naughty,” he whispered close to your ear before licking the shell of your ear and slipping his hands under the front of your shirt.

Your body shook in response to his boldness and you pressed back against him without meaning to. You could feel that he was hard already and once your ass had pressed against him, Wilfred reached down, holding your hips against him so that he could grind against you.

Your breath was already uneven. Wilfred was always so distant, his station above your own, and yet now he was right here touching and wanting you. His very presence was like a drug, causing you to lose yourself in him.

You reached out to cover your mouth but Wilfred grabbed your hand, pulling it away.

“Muffle your cries and I’ll touch you even more,” he slipped his free hand down the front of your pants as he spoke, but stopped short of touching you there.

“Is supposed to be a threat, Your Highness?” You asked, attempting to face him but even without seeing your face, the prince could hear the smile in your voice.

“Oh?” Wilfred smirked in return. “Is that what you want?”

Wilfred slipped his fingers down the front of your underwear but he still did not touch you yet.

“Yes!” You gasped, unable to tease now that he was touching you so intimately.

“So naughty…” he remarked though he was clearly pleased by your reaction.

Wilfred reached further down to touch you properly. His other hand released yours and traveled up under your shirt to touch your chest.

As you moved against Wilfred’s hand, your hips also moved against the hard bulge in his pants.

“Do you like doing this here?” He teased. “Does it excite you to know the other princes are right outside the door and can hear what we’re doing? Do you get excited thinking about being caught?”

You didn’t answer but covered your mouth again.

Wilfred’s fingers were merciless and surprisingly skillful. You could hear lewd wet noises as the prince pleasured you hard and fast.

“We could do this more often, you know,” Wilfred continued to tease. “You never know when Claude might wander in on us. Would that excite you? Mmm… If I had known you wanted this, I would have acted sooner.”

“Wilfred,” you whispered as you felt a sinful finger slip inside of you, “it’s not enough…”

“Oh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow that you couldn’t see. “I’m afraid that’s all we have time for right now. But if you come to my room tonight, I’ll give you more… So much more…”

The implication of his words sent you keeling over in orgasm but Wilfred continued to hold you, forcing you to continue to feel all the pleasure he was giving you. If Wilfred was this wicked with just seven minutes in a closet, you almost worried what would be in store when you were alone all night in his room.... almost…

Zain:

Zain was obviously nervous being the closet with you like this. It was unusual to see him this flustered and you hated to admit it, but there was something very sexy about it.

“I hope that being with me in this rather small space doesn’t make you too uncomfortable,” he spoke with obvious concern on his face.

“It doesn’t,” you assured him as you took a step closer to the handsome butler. “If I’m honest,” you added as you brushed your hand over the back of his, “I quite like it… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to play this game in earnest.”

Zain looked up at you and swallowed deeply. He looked rather lost, almost as though he was about to beg you to stop.

“Please don’t tease me, so,” he pleaded.

“Do you not want this?” You asked, reaching up to rub his shoulder, “Or are you afraid of how much you want it?”

You moved closer as you spoke, lips getting dangerously close to his. Zain had closed his eyes, lips slightly parted as though he wanted nothing more than to surrender himself and be ravished by you.

“I do want this,” he confessed and you could feel he was starting to tremble when you wrapped another arm around his body to embrace him.

“Then take me,” you whispered before capturing his lips.

Zain did not hesitate now but returned your kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and moaning softly against you. One of his hands reached up to trace your jaw before reaching back to run his fingers through your hair, gently holding you close so that he could guide your kiss. His kisses and touch were reverent, as though he were worshiping you with his every move. He could no longer hold himself back and Gods did he want this!

You brushed your tongue against his lips and with another moan, Zain opened his mouth and you felt his tongue eagerly meeting yours as your lips brushed together once more.

Zain was still attempting to be a gentleman, the hand not on your head rested on your back. You could feel him shaking and, gods did you want to watch this man come undone!

Reaching down, your hand moved under his jacket to touch his ass, toned and firm from going up and down the steps of the palace multiple times a day.

Zain gave a pleased noise that was a cross between a moan and a gasp.

Zain bent his leg slightly and you positioned yourself so that you were straddling it.

Zain made a needy noise in the back of his throat as you began to grind yourself against him.

You moved your face away enough to catch the pleased and rather manly expression on his face. He was no longer the gentleman that you knew but someone else entirely, someone who wanted nothing more than to watch you come undone. Someone who wanted to see how far you wanted to go and then take you there over and over again.

Zain moved both hands to your hips now, guiding you to move more quickly and firmly against him.

You closed your eyes, head falling backwards. You couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him hold you and move you like that while you rode something other than his leg.

You didn’t have to wonder for long as Zain moved his leg away and pulled you towards him. Although you were both fully clothed, you could feel his hardness between your legs as you began to move together.

“I want you,” Zain whispered, just as the door opened.

Zain moved quickly, grabbing you in such a way that he could insist you had stumbled in shock when the door opened so suddenly.

You were disappointed that things had ended so soon but when no one was looking, Zain caught your eye. He winked, parted his lips, and ran his tongue seductively over his teeth. You knew, without words, that he was promising to finish what you had begun and you prayed you would get to find out exactly what he could do with that sinful tongue of his.