Serving Royal Desire

The moment she stepped into the room, his royal highness felt his breath hitch in his throat and his heart hammered wildly against his chest. It wasn't just her striking beauty that held him captive—it was the submissive grace with which she moved, an allure that was impossible for him to resist. He was the crown prince, yet it was she who commanded his attention, his thoughts, his every desire. Aria, the maid of the crown prince, couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze on her. She was well aware of the power she held over him, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before that power would be exercised. There was an electric current in the air, a palpable tension that tied them together in this precarious dance of desire and denial. He couldn't take it anymore. With urgency in his eyes, he commanded, "Aria, come here." Obediently, she crossed the room, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and she craved it as much as he did. She wanted to feel his strong, royal hands on her body, to give herself to him completely and without hesitation. As soon as she was within reach, he pulled her close, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her uniform. He growled in her ear, "I can't resist you any longer, Aria. You're mine." With one swift motion, he grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the nearest table. He yanked up her skirt, exposing her lace panties, and forcefully pulled them down. Aria gasped, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as she looked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. "Please, Your Highness," she begged, her voice quivering with need. "Take me." He didn't need any further encouragement. He unzipped his pants, releasing his thick, hard cock, and guided it to her entrance. With one primal thrust, he buried himself deep within her, eliciting a cry of pleasure that echoed through the room. Their passion ignited like a wildfire, consuming them both in its scorching heat. They were no longer royalty and servant, prince and maid—they were just two bodies, desperate to sate their insatiable lust for one another. This was only the beginning of their illicit affair, a moment that would change their lives forever.

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"Yes, Aria, you're finally mine," the prince growled, his voice a low, feral rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He pulled out slowly, the friction between their bodies making them both groan, before thrusting back in. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days." "Oh, God," Aria moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. The sting of pain from his rough entrance was quickly replaced with a deep, pulsating ache that radiated from her core, threatening to overwhelm her. "Please, don't stop. I need you so much." The room around them was a luxurious, decadent lair, filled with opulent furnishings and bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of their lust, mingling with the subtle, spicy aroma of the burning wax. He pounded into her relentlessly, their bodies slapping together with each powerful stroke. Aria's cries grew more frantic, her nails digging into the prince's shoulders as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "That's it, Aria," the prince groaned, his own pleasure building to a fever pitch. "Take it. Take all of me." Aria's body began to tremble, her climax approaching like a tidal wave. "I'm... I'm going to..." "Come for me, Aria," the prince demanded, his voice ragged and desperate. "Come all over my cock." With a scream that threatened to shatter the very windows, Aria obeyed. Her body convulsed around the prince's shaft, her release milking him until he could no longer hold back. With one final, brutal thrust, the prince followed her into the abyss, his seed spilling deep within her as they both collapsed, panting and shaking, onto the table. In that moment, there was no crown, no duty, no obligations. There was only Aria and the prince, two bodies entwined in the throes of passion, forever bound by the pleasure they'd just shared. Their illicit affair had begun, and nothing would ever be the same again.

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As Aria entered the room, the crown prince felt his heart pound in his chest, his breath catch in his throat. It was not just her stunning beauty that captivated him; it was her submissive elegance, an enchantment he could not resist. He was the crown prince, yet she was the one who held his attention, his thoughts, his desires. Aria, the maid of the crown prince, could feel his piercing gaze on her. She knew the power she held over him, and she was aware that it was only a matter of time before that power would be exercised. There was a palpable tension in the room, a sensual energy that tied them together in this delicate dance of desire and denial. He could not resist her any longer. His voice was thick with urgency, "Aria, come here." Aria obeyed, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and she craved it as much as he did. She longed to feel his strong, royal hands on her body, to surrender herself to him completely and without hesitation. As soon as she was within reach, he pulled her close, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her uniform. He growled in her ear, "I can't resist you any longer, Aria. You're mine." With one swift motion, he grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the nearest table. He yanked up her skirt, exposing her lace panties, and forcefully pulled them down. Aria gasped, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as she looked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. "Please, Your Highness," she begged, her voice quivering with need. "Take me." He didn't need any further encouragement. He unzipped his pants, releasing his thick, hard cock, and guided it to her entrance. With one primal thrust, he buried himself deep within her, eliciting a cry of pleasure that echoed through the room. They became consumed by their passion, a wildfire that threatened to burn them both. They were no longer royalty and servant, prince and maid—they were just two bodies, frantic to satisfy their insatiable lust for one another. This was only the beginning of their illicit affair, a moment that would change their lives forever. "Yes, Aria, you're finally mine," the prince growled, his voice a low, feral rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He pulled out slowly, the friction between their bodies making them both groan, before thrusting back in. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days." "Oh, God," Aria moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. The sting of pain from his rough entrance was quickly replaced with a deep, pulsating ache that radiated from her core, threatening to overwhelm her. "Please, don't stop. I need you so much." The room around them was a luxurious, decadent lair, filled with opulent furnishings and bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of their lust, mingling with the subtle, spicy aroma of the burning wax. He pounded into her relentlessly, their bodies slapping together with each powerful stroke. Aria's cries grew more frantic, her nails digging into the prince's shoulders as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "That's it, Aria," the prince groaned, his own pleasure building to a fever pitch. "Take it. Take all of me." Aria's body began to tremble, her climax approaching like a tidal wave. "I'm... I'm going to..." "Come for me, Aria," the prince demanded, his voice ragged and desperate. "Come all over my cock." With a scream that threatened to shatter the very windows, Aria obeyed. Her body convulsed around the prince's shaft, her release milking him until he could no longer hold back. With one final, brutal thrust, the prince followed her into the abyss, his seed spilling deep within her as they both collapsed, panting and shaking, onto the table. In that moment, there was no crown, no duty, no obligations. There was only Aria and the prince, two bodies entwined in the throes of passion, forever bound by the pleasure they'd just shared. Their illicit affair had begun, and nothing would ever be the same again.

The weight of their bodies pressed heavily against the wooden table, their sweat intermingling as they struggled to catch their breath. Their hearts pounded in rhythm, echoing the intensity of what they had just shared. The room was bathed in the afterglow, the candles flickering softly, casting a warm, golden light over their entwined bodies. Aria, the maid, felt the prince's cock still buried deep inside her, a testament to the power and passion of their illicit encounter. She could feel their combined juices seeping out, creating a messy, delicious reminder of their raw, animalistic pleasure. The prince, still panting heavily, pulled himself up on his elbows. He looked down at Aria, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're mine, Aria," he growled, his voice low and feral. "You understand that, don't you?" Aria nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. She was well aware of the consequences of what they had just done, of the potential repercussions of their blatant disregard for the rules. But at that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All she could think about was the prince, and the way he had made her feel. With a grunt, the prince pulled himself out of Aria, causing her to gasp at the sudden emptiness. He zipped up his pants, his face a mask of determination. "We can't let anyone find out about this," he warned. "It would ruin everything." Aria nodded again, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the stakes were high, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of their secret affair. "I won't tell anyone, Your Highness," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper. The prince looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching her face. Then, with a curt nod, he turned and walked away, leaving Aria alone in the luxurious, decadent lair. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, the memory of his cock inside her. She knew that their lives would never be the same again, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them both.