A Dickgirl Fairytale

The music changed and the tempo slowed down. This gave them the opportunity to stand almost still, almost pressed together. It was excruciating and perfect all at once, to be this close and yet to have this much clothing in between them. "Impossible," he shook his head, his eyes danced with mirth. "I would know you, Ella. A woman as beautiful as you?" he paused and brought her slender fingers to his mouth and kissed her fingers. "We would already be acquainted," he teased her. His teeth came down on her index finger and he nibbled her. It caused a rush of blood down her body and an audible sigh from Ella's lips.

She wanted him to devour her.

Suddenly she remembered the monstrosity between her legs, as if she could forget it. If she allowed herself, if she thought of him, if she looked into his piercing eyes and let the nerves tingle down her soft body. If she imagined his hands on her, there would be no mistaking her secret. She tried to step back, just enough to keep their bodies apart. "No, I do live here," she nodded. Just one look at his mouth and she knew that her plan was doomed to failure. Her appendage had already half risen in response to his lips on her knuckles.

Prince Jonathan insisted that they be as close as was possible with hundreds of people watching them. He took a step and closed the gap between them. His grasp on her waist was stronger, more insistent. "Well, then it's lucky for me that my father insisted that I throw this ball so that I could finally meet the most beautiful woman in the world." There it was, she felt the twinge, it was undeniable. The heat there could only be one thing, the thing that she ached for. The thing that she'd never wanted this badly and damn the dress and the eyes on her, Prince Jonathan was hard for her. It was obvious. He was thick and being this close to him, she could feel the outline of his head, round and full and so very warm, pressed against her belly. The pants must be painful by now and Ella wished that they were alone so that she could free him from his bondage. "Ella, tell me," he bent down so that his warm breath bathed her ear, "do you have a suitor? Are you betrothed to anyone?"

Ella would laugh if she thought about her circumstances and the question. "No, your highness. I am without suitors."

There was a twinkle there in his dark eyes. She could tell that he saw himself ravish her. He wanted his hands in her hair as he sought every soft, naked inch of her exposed shoulders and breasts. He wanted to follow the lines of her blue veins on her cream colored skin. He wanted to know her scent and flavor everywhere. "Then, Ella, my darling, would you accompany me to the garden where we might." Prince Jonathan looked up at the crowd that was almost breathless as they watched the two of them. "Have some privacy," he finished. Ella knew that privacy would involve her seeing the full length and girth of the royal cock.

It was so dangerous for her to agree to do this. Every beat of her heart told her of the folly. How could she hope that he'd never feel the thick thing that fluttered between her legs? Just because her clients were too infatuated with her mouth to care didn't mean that all men were similar. He was the prince, how could she say no? Yet, in spite of her body and mind that demanded that she stop this right now, the dick longed for discovery. It ached for the Prince to reveal her body and take her. She wanted to be bitten and touched and tasted. "Yes," was all she said and as he led her to the door at the back of the room.

Another page opened the door for them and bowed solemnly as Prince Jonathan walked by. Ella looked up at the moon for a moment and hoped that her Fairy Godmother's watchful eye was on her once she and the prince were alone.

***

The garden glowed in the moonlight. Ella wondered for a moment as she saw the leaves awash in the lights from the ballroom as well as the moon and stars, if her fairy godmother might not be hidden amongst the towering vines and leaves. Two guards had followed her and the prince outside and as they made their way through the maze of hedges. She could hear the click of their footsteps not far behind. Once they reached the alcove by a large marble statue, Prince Jonathan put his hand up to the two men and said in a commanding voice, "We're fine, a little privacy please."

Ella giggled, "what if I turned out to be an assassin?"

Jonathan held her hand to his lips. His hot breath on her flesh brought Ella's cock to life. It was fully, completely hard and danced in the front of the dress. "Will you kiss me, Ella, before you kill me?" he asked her in a voice that belonged to secret discoveries on moonlit nights.

Ella's voice trembled when she promised him, "Yes."

"Then death would be a very small price to pay," Jonathan's mouth was so close. Ella's lips were washed with his breath and there was magic in the air between them. The prince placed both hands on her waist and drew Ella to him. This time it was deliberate so that she could feel how his manhood pounded for her. He made no attempt to hide his longing as he bowed his head and pressed a whisper soft kiss on her mouth.

Ella realized at that moment that in spite of it all, in spite of her whoring duties, for all of the things that her mouth had been used for her, never, not once, had it been used for kissing. She couldn't hold back. She whimpered for more when Jonathan kissed her gently and chastely with a closed mouth once more. "Your mouth was made for kissing," he murmured, his cheek pressed against hers. His breath shook as he kissed her once more, this time both his lips were on Ella's upper lip.

She trembled in his arms as the Prince kissed her mouth open. He took her breath and swallowed it down. Her body was a contradiction. Her cock pleading to be revealed, it ached to burrow up against his body. Her heart beat altogether too quickly and yet melted. She was putty in his hands and then yet, underneath it all was her brain. It warned her of something that she needed to remember.

Ella shivered when his tongue met hers. She felt his heart strum even faster and harder there as they met and parried and thrust and delved together and apart. The sexual dance was liquid and warm. Ella wanted to savor the taste of this man down inside her like no other before. When Jonathan released her mouth, Ella found that she gasped for breath and tingled with delight. "Oh yes," she cried as her hands moved up his body. She touched his face and combed her fingers through his thick, dark hair. Every touch was magic and the heat melted them together.

The prince was hard and the look in his eyes was pure heat as he led her to the bench. It was almost completely hidden from view among the arborvitae, which had burst into a feast of pink and dark red blooms. "Come, sit with me," he wasn't asking though, he was pleading. His strong hands pulled and tugged at her. The prince sat on the bench first and placed her almost on his lap. "Be with me Ella," his dark eyes told her what he meant. Ella's nipples became aching points in her bodice as his hands moved to her shoulders. "I want you so very, very much," his voice was a growl. It was a mating call, an instinct that couldn't possibly consider anything so trivial as manners or polite society.

Ella couldn't speak, her mind raced. She wanted him, she wanted him more than she knew how to say but what would happen if he discovered what had sprung to life between her legs? Her mouth couldn't talk but it could kiss him ravenously. Her lips were voracious on his and the tip of her wet tongue traced his full mouth and met his.

He moaned into her flesh and caught her tiny hand in both of his. He pressed her little digits to caress his muscular body. "Ella, do you know what you're doing to me?" he whispered. The look on his face was half torture and half bliss. "You must know." He guided her hands down his taut belly, to his pelvis, and then to the hot place between his legs. She squelched back a squeal when he pressed her hand to his cock. "Oh my darling," he moaned, "you did this to me the moment that I saw you standing on the stairs."

"I, I, um," Ella was a jumbled mess. Should she reach into his britches like the neighborhood whore was known to do? Should she snatch her hand away and play the maiden when every inch of her body was aching to touch him? Part of her wanted to press his hand into her own erection and show him what he'd done to her as well. Part of her just wanted to run away before it threatened to overwhelm her.

She'd been a secret for so long. Look at the disastrous effects upon her life when the secret had gotten out.

Prince Jonathan groaned and rubbed himself into her hand. He was on fire there. His shaft pulsed and tried to reach for her. Ella's dick tried to respond; it wanted to be seen, to be touched, to melt in another hand besides Ella's. Her juices had begun to drip, droplet by droplet, on the inside of her dress. "Tell me, Ella, my love," the prince panted and moved her from her bottom to her back. He crouched over her like a predatory beast about to deliver the bite to the throat. "Tell me I can touch you, please?"

His lips were pressed to Ella's throat and the enchantment took over her body. No, she knew she should stop him and the words were poised, right there, ready to push him away. But then his fingers had found the hooks that opened her bodice and her bare shoulders were revealed. The prince shuddered over her more and more with every new bit of her skin offered up to him. Ella could only purr like a contented cat

She didn't stop him when he kissed the valley between her breasts. Ella only sighed and moved her hips under him when the Prince opened two more buttons and revealed her nipples. "Ella," he whispered her name with such reverence. It was as if he prayed to a goddess before his tongue painted her rosebuds. Long, lascivious laps around her puckered flesh, his hands trembled and his fingers dug into her hips as he began to feast. It was heavenly as the handsome prince suckled. Ella felt his huge, thick cock against her thigh as he consumed her and she wished that she could fall to her knees. For the first time, her mouth truly longed to behold his manhood.

The prince rubbed his face between her bare breasts and as a symphony of sighs began to crescendo, Ella drew his head even closer. When Jonathan's teeth grazed her tender little nipple, she cried "Yes." It was a husky voice that she had only heard when her hand was just about to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy. "Yes, oh please," she couldn't stop herself. The woman inside of her raised her hips, as if to beg him to open her up and possess her completely.

The prince was breathless and his hands hurried with her buttons as he moved from the bench. He slid down her body and exposed her to the corset. He made quick work of the laces and Ella imagined that he had lots of practice. Jonathan nibbled on her waist as he began to open her dress from the bottom. It seemed that he wanted to tease himself for just a few more minutes, as if he weren't almost in pain from wanting her.

Ella suddenly froze as the realization washed over her. He was just inches from finding her cock. The prince's hand had reached the button that would reveal that she wasn't quite the girl he might have imagined and he looked up. He appeared to be puzzled.

"No, wait," she swallowed hard. Her throat was suddenly dry and cracked like scorched earth. Ella tried to put up her hand to stop him but the prince foraged with determined fingers to open the rest of her dress and bare her right down to her soul.

The dress fell open and Prince Jonathan sat back on his heels. His mouth was open as he took in the sight of her. He panted as he stared incredulously. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world," his voice shook and Ella wondered if he would lunge at her and grab her by the throat.

She clasped her hands in a prayer, "Please, please don't tell." Ella felt the tear run down her face as she imagined how horrific this could all be as it came crashing down around her. "I'll never say a word and you'll never see me again," she begged for her life, "please."

The prince continued as if she hadn't said a word, "You're not just the most beautiful girl in the world, you're even more perfect than I could have ever imagined." With his fingers on her fleshy thighs he asked, "oh Ella, may I kiss you there, my darling girl?"

Ella was stunned. Her dick seemed to answer for her with a wave to the beautiful man that was on his knees for her. She whispered, "Yes," but couldn't speak once his long fingers began to make trails on her inner thighs. Waves of delight rushed down her body and her legs opened wide for him all on their own.

Prince Jonathan bent his head and smelled her deeply. He took in her cock's powerful musk which was always combined with her flowery, female scent. "Ella," he looked up at her as his right hand cupped her full, pink testicles and his left lingered on her hip. "You're an angel," he decided with a smile before he pressed his lips to the bulging head of her cock.

He gave her the same closed mouth kisses. They were so soft, almost worshipful, with the rumbling ravenous need underneath all the while. Jonathan began with tender little kisses that became a frenzy of want for her. His tongue peeked through and the groan that came from deep down inside him told Ella everything. That groan that could only be satisfied with the oblivion of orgasm. He was desperate to taste her. "Oh my love," he whispered into her flesh, between lingering tastes, "you'll have to forgive me if I," he paused to lap up her precum and shivered. "If I don't do this well," he teased her slit with the tip of his tongue and dipped in and out and gulped her down. "I've never had the privilege." His tongue traced around her head and wet her pink cock. His hot breath made every nerve pulse in delight. "But I'll get so much better if you let me do this every day," the prince promised before he opened his mouth and swallowed her down to the base of her shaft.

It was heaven.

The wet heat of his mouth all the way down to her sack made Ella cry, "Oh my god." His tongue delved down and back up. It traced her vein, the vein that bulged with the hot blood that called for more. Her cock ached for everything. The prince's sweet mouth began to stroke her up and down and yet her own hand had never felt even half so sweet. His tongue, his lips, the manly grunts and groans that came from deep inside his chest made her throb. The reverberation of his pleasure that echoed on the dripping head of her dick made Ella curl her toes in the glass slippers. She had whimpered as she watched him bathe her with his tongue. The need to drive herself home was too great. It couldn't be denied. It was the drumbeat of her heart. Every nerve, every hair on her body stood at attention and the lights around them began to draw near as if heaven had to stand still and notice such passion.

Ella thrust her hips. She fed him the full length of her cock and the prince groaned and opened his mouth wide to accept her. His head bobbed up and down to a faster tempo now. He insistently sucked her down. He pushed her into his throat as his nose rooted against her soft skin. His fingers on her balls traced her little eggs before he squeezed. He tugged her just a bit, just enough to make her open her legs even wider. "Jonathan, my god," she trembled and thrust and then thrust again. She gave him everything so that the prince could only taste her. He could only breathe her. She filled him and she knew that soon, he'd drink every last drop of her girly, creamy cum. She would taste it on his tongue and they'd share the love elixir between them as they kissed and she fondled his beautiful dick through his pants. Tonight he'd have anything he wanted from her.

He sucked her harder. His saliva puddled on her sack and dripped to the dress below. Ella threw her head back in ecstasy as the familiar quiver from inside sent a spasm down her back. She was going to cum, not much further now. "Darling, you're going to make me," Ella began to warn him when the bell tolled.

The church bell rang, one.

What was it that she was supposed to remember? Ella was desperate now as the slurping grew louder. The prince's wet mouth rained over her dick and drank down every inch of her.

Two.

Three.

Ella's thighs clenched and her forearms shook. She was on the precipice of the most intense pleasure that she had ever known, anyone had ever known. It felt like she was going to erupt and it began down in her toes and steadily rushed up her body.

Four.

Five.

It ended at midnight. Oh god, Ella gasped, the orgasm was there on the cusp and yet, the wise fairy had said that nothing is as it appeared once the clock struck twelve.

Six.

The spurt of her creamy cum came from her depths and Ella felt as if it was torn from her. Jonathan gulped and swallowed and perhaps even cried out. His noises of pleasure were all muffled by Ella's pulsing need that came with the pounding of a storm.

Seven.

Another spurt and another and Ella pulled his head down roughly. She couldn't help herself, her fingers were in his hair. Her back arched and she penetrated the prince with another mouthful of her salty, sweet juices.

Eight.

Ella still fed him in trembling pulses. She noticed as she held out her arms in front of her that the dress that her fairy godmother had given her had disappeared. Now the rags of the torn dress dangled from the arms. "Oh no," she gasped. He would see her now, not just the cock. He'd see that she wasn't a fine lady, she wasn't a princess, she was just the scullery maid and a whore.

Nine.

Prince Jonathan contentedly milked every last droplet of cum from Ella. Her balls had drained, her cock was sated but her heart still hadn't slowed down. Now it was from fear.

Ten.

The prince looked up and gave one last lick. He cleaned up her climax and sighed as if he'd just been given everything he could ever imagine asking for.

Eleven.

Ella squealed. Her skirt was the pink gown and it was dirty and ragged. If anyone saw her like this, without her diamonds and pearls and all of her finery, they'd tell the Prince that she was just the village mouth.

"No, no I can't," Ella pushed the prince back. It broke her heart to see the pain and confusion in his eyes. Her dick slipped from his mouth and left a milky trail of her love on his chin.

Twelve.

Ella clutched the bit of bodice and skirt to her body and ran as fast as her bare feet could carry her. Damn, somewhere there were at least two pairs of shoes but all of that was gone. They had disappeared and nothing mattered, not the shoes, not the dress, none of it. She had fallen in love tonight and that was all that ever would matter again.

Still she ran. On the left hand side of the grand garden there was a low gate and she tugged at the latch. "Ella, Ella, wait, come back," his voice cut through the still night air, it called to her heart. Ella yanked at the gate. It opened noisily on rusty hinges and she tore through the opening. She climbed to the road.

"Ella," her prince, her love called to her in the night. As Ella began to walk the long, winding road that led her to Hastings Manor, everything in her heart told her to turn around. To run to him. To give herself to him, body and soul.

The feel of his mouth on her skin, she'd remember that for a lifetime. This new feeling, this feeling in her heart and her head as well as the nervous lurch in her stomach, this was something else. He was perfect and with tears that threatened to fall, Ella told herself, too perfect for her.

When she arrived home, she practically crawled up the stone stairs to her little garret. She fell asleep immediately and began to dream of dancing to a familiar tune with the man she loved.