The Prince's Bride Ch. 02

"Uh... yes." Felic blinked rapidly before realizing what she was looking for. "You were right, Jenne."

"Princess Jenne," she 'corrected', with a wink. "I'm so happy, my Prince! And it wasn't too much?"

"Um..." Maybe a little, Felic thought, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Jenne's feelings. "No. No, it was... was good. Wow. It was wonderful, Princess Jenne."

"I'm so happy." Jenne's smile was as sweet as candied dates. She tossed her ponytail back. "After all, this is the first night of our... well, I mean, um, the first night we get to spend together. I'd like it never to end."

"M-Me too." It felt so good to admit that. Felic was glad she'd said it first. He stared into her pretty amber-brown eyes, nodding along with her. "Princess Jenne."

"So..." She casually laid her arm over his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. Felic sort of figured that was a bit improper, but... well, it was only an arm, right? Not like he was just... just hanging on her, like some wanton trollop. Some easy eye candy. "What would you like next, my Prince? Please, we have the whole night."

Felic bit his lip. "You wanted to show me something, didn't you?"

"... Yes." Jenne's smile faded slightly. She ruffled his hair. "But if you don't mind, I think I'd rather save that one for later. It's a less cheery topic, my Prince, and I suppose I'd like to spend some more time on silly little illusions before we get into the... darker subject matter."

"Oh." Felic blinked. "Okay, I suppose we can wait. Yes."

She looked at him expectantly, smiling and batting her eyelashes.

"Yes, Princess Jenne." He giggled slightly, and though she was a lot shorter than him, he found himself cuddling against her like a cheap trollop. It wasn't as if anyone would notice. And there was nothing scandalous about cuddling. "Please, I'd love to see more illusions, but... I'm also very thirsty. That smoke really, um..."

"Of course!" she exclaimed. "Of course, my Prince, you've got to stay hydrated! I say, that was really very careless of me to neglect!"

"It's fi—" he started to protest, but she held up a finger to his lips.

"It's not," she went on, visibly fretting with her hand draped over him (it wasn't possessive, just... friendly). "No, no, it won't do. And we're out of wine!"

"Mm." He nodded hesitantly. "Maybe we should avoid wine, anyways. I, um..." He giggled slightly. Why am I giggling so much? Everything's so sparkly and... and hard to focus on. "I think I've maybe had my, um, fill, and we've really—"

"No, no, no," she enthused, squeezing his shoulder, "don't worry, my Prince, I'll supply the drinks. Your wish is my command!"

He blinked as she snapped her fingers.

Three wispy forms emerged from the shadows behind her—each a slender woman with wide hips, big, jiggling breasts and highly revealing black-and-white maid costumes with long, flowing skirts. Each had her hair done up in an attractive braid—blonde, redhead and brunette.

Felic gaped.

"Fetch us wine!" Jenne declared. "The best of the best for my Felic, if you please."

The three maids giggled. Below their skirts, Felic realized, he couldn't see feet—they just sort of melted away into fog. They twirled through the air, soaring to and fro, whirling around the table. He felt dizzy trying to watch them. There was a thick scent in the air, like heavy water vapor.

"What are—"

"A spell of mine," Jenne said confidentially. "They're just... aha, splendid, very good!" She beamed as the maids came to a stop between them, offering up a large bottle with no label made from jet-black glass. Jenne shook it experimentally and grinned.

Felic tried again. "What are... eep!" He flinched, feeling cool hands running over his shoulders. The wispy maids were drifting behind him, running their hands over him. From their lips spilled sweet murmurings, little nothings in his ears. He realized all three were directly behind him.

"They're summons," Jenne said, concentrating on the bottle. "Nothing too serious, but they can fetch things. Ooh, is this from the Bitter Waste? They say the fruit there is fermented before it finishes flowering!" She gave the bottle an experimental shake and beamed.

"Jenne, um—" Felic squirmed slightly, but the maids only faintly giggled. They were massaging his shoulders and his neck, and it felt... nice. But he was having trouble focusing on what Jenne was saying.

"Princess Jenne," she corrected playfully, not looking up from the bottle. She seemed to be trying to gauge the contents.

Felic bit his lip, feeling the impossibly soft hands squeeze and caress his muscles.

"Shh,," cooed one of the voices in his ear.

"Relaaaax," cooed another.

He hadn't been aware how... how tense he'd been, he realized, eyelids fluttering, as he sagged back against the chair, back against Jenne. "I, um... Princess Jenne..."

"Hm?" She looked up, blinking thick lashes. "Oh! Sorry. They get handsy if they see someone who seems tense. Should I tell them to stop?"

Felic hesitated. Now that the initial shock had passed, he found himself enjoying the massage. "I, um... no," he squeaked. "Not for now, they're... they're fine."

"That's so wonderful, my Prince," Jenne said brightly. "I'm so happy you like them! I'll keep them around if that's your will. Here, One." She handed the bottle up to the third maid, who giggled and fluttered around them like a gigantic moth.

Felic watched as the maids filled their goblets once more. 'One' brought his goblet up to his lips, pressing against his side opposite Jenne. "Your drink, m'lord," she breathed.

Felic looked nervously between her and Jenne, and parted his lips. He wasn't sure he liked where this was going. But his throat was dry. And the wine was sweet.

And strong. very strong. Felic swayed slightly as it burned down his throat. He felt himself sagging against Jenne, and to keep himself from sinking to the floor, he put an arm around her belly, feeling the smooth skin of her bare midriff. He knew how this looked—the prince of Rainvale, hanging on a petty royal non-princess's arm like a... like a...

She smiled at him, and he smiled back hesitantly. "Do you like it?' she asked, biting her lip.

In that moment, she was vulnerable. In that moment, the mighty sorceress was an ordinary person in love. And Prince Felic felt the need to assure her like a fire in his gut.

"It's... it's wonderful, my Princess," he slurred, clinging to her tightly with both arms. "W-Wonderful."

"So you want more," the maids squealed in his ears, and before he knew what was happening, 'One' was pouring more wine down his throat, and 'Two' and 'Three' started gliding their hands down, slipping under his shirt...

"Um," he squeaked, nervously burying his face in Princess Jenne's neck to hide his blush, trembling at their touches. He squeaked again as he felt a hand graze his hip.

Delicate fingers took his chin back, easly, tenderly, like correcting a careless mistake. A maid beamed at him, and he found his lips parting as they encouraged him to drink deeper.

"He's enjoying it," teased a wispy maid in his ear, as he relaxed still deeper. He felt like a rag doll, perfectly compliant for their wishes, moving as they pushed him. "So easy. So easy to just... enjoy it."

One of the maids was leaning against him, giving him a full, easy view of her cleavage, and it was so easy to stare at the misty—and yet so solid-looking—assets. He bit his lip, feeling her stroking his bulge, feeling unwanted sinful pleasure trickling in.

"I'm so glad," Jenne said obliviously, taking a sip from her own drink and giggling nervously. "I—I'm stll trying to perfect this spell, honestly. Sometimes it gets out of hand."

The maids giggled softly in his ears, and the one atop him, serving him, gave his cock a meaningful squeeze. He almost choked on his drink.

"No fear of that," they cooed faintly.

"We'll do whatever you want" they moaned.

He bit his lip to hold in a cry as the maid started positively wriggling in his lap, her form just solid enough to torment him but just vapor enough to give nothing. She was moaning and gasping softly, cooing sweet nothings in his ear, and he trembled in pleasure—he needed to say somethng, but he couldn't find the words, and they were pressing the goblet to his lips again—and he felt so, so relaxed right now...

"So he must want this," teased the illusionary temptresses.

"Don't you?" they all said at once, and the goblet was pulled away for him to answer.

He was panting, cock tingling, so needy and horny beneath the maid, so eager for—for more—the breasts jiggled before his eyes, so soft and warm, promising so much as she wriggled, squirmed, milked him towards—

"P-Princess!" he blurted.

"Oh, no," Jenne scolded, and snapped her fingers.

All three maids went up in smoke. Felic watched in confusion as the goblet at his lips started to fall—

Only for Princess Jenne to hurriedly catch it and finish pouring it down his throat. In her haste to keep it from falling, a little dribbled around the corners of his mouth.

She pulled back, face flushed. "Sorry, my Prince," she said softly, going for a napkin. She dabbed his lips. "Really, that's my fault. I'll understand if you don't want to see any more. I mean, really, so—so indecorous, I can't apologize enou—"

She felt so warm. So soft. Almost unconsciously, one of Felic's hands dipped down past her waist, feeling the smooth, plump flesh of her rear...

"More," Felic mumbled in her ear, and he felt her shiver. "My sweet Princess, the... the fault is mine." Somehow. Somehow, it had to be his. "The maids were lovely. How can you conjure such... such powerful magics?"

Jenne lowered the napkin, eyes wide. She raised the goblet, and he willingly took another sip. "Oh, my Prince..." she whispered softly, "you are so kind to me. I don't even deserve you. Would... Would you like me to show you something else?"

Prince Felic could only submissively nod.

She giggled, and raised her fingers for another snap.

"As you wish," she cooed.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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