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The fairytale story…..

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess named Valencia who had a secret that she could share with no one else. Her father was the King of Oklaland, King Gregorian. He was a very nice man in all aspects except in the act of diplomacy with the neighboring land of Kanston . The ruler of Kanston, King Veronial, had a son, the prince Davillon. He was a tall, blonde, ruggedly handsome man that ladies would regard with great fondness. But alas, his heart was not pleased. He desired to find his soulmate, his equal. His father also had difficulties in the matter of diplomacy when dealing with the King of Oklaland. It seemed that these two were destined to be at opposite sides of the war with one another. What fueled this fire, neither could really remember, it had just gone on as long as they could remember and they were destined to make sure it continued.

Both Kings were very big on diplomacy and it was on a mission of neighboring diplomacy that the encounter first occurred. A large land shift had occurred in a neighboring land, the Land of Coldorado. Their king had sent out many knights to seek help from the nearby lands. Both of our kings had responded independently of one another but at the same time. Both King Gregorian and King Veronial had the best of intentions and they both brought with them quite a bit of food, medicine, shelter, clothing and other aide materials. They both sought to help right the wrong for this neighboring land. They also brought with them their families as this would be a time to seek a stronger bond of ally with this new King of Coldorado. King Jansen was his name. He was new to the reigns of ruling and could use the experience and guidance they each thought. And it would be excellent to have another ally in times of need should they arise.

During the venture, King Gregorian brought with him his wife Elania, his daughter Valencia , and their trusted servant Herman. Truth be told, Gregorian never went ANYWHERE without Herman. If it wasn’t for Herman, Gregorian probably couldn’t even tie his shoe. Actually, since Herman DID tie his shoes, its probably assured that he couldn’t. They had traveled to King Jansen and delivered their much needed supplies, had their celebratory dinner and party and were just packing their items to leave the next morning when King Veronial arrived. He had brought with him his wife Allania (eerie how similar the names of the wives were) and his son Davillon. Davillon doubled quite often as the servant when they didn’t bring one with them. This trip, he was tending to the supplies and the horses. He enjoyed the horses as they were strong creatures, with good temperment and were large noble creatures. They seemed to enjoy his company as well.

Gregorian was furious to see the arrival of his nemesis but managed a smirk knowing that he had at least arrived first. His smirk quickly went away when he saw that Veronial had brought items that Gregorian was not able to acquire. Items to not only help the people but to help shore up the land and help prevent future landslides from happening. He brought lumber and supplies and even people to help tend to these tasks.

Everything these two kings did seemed to be a competition, whether they wanted it to be or not. Deep down though, it was thought by all that it was a “wanted” competition. They both needed to think of themselves as better than the other. In many ways it was sad, but there you have it.

No more had Gregorian seen Veronial than Veronial had noticed Gregorian had already been there. And was STILL there as well. He was visually upset to see he had “arrived late”. He wanted to take it out on the horses for not traveling fast enough, but Davillon would have nothing of it. He immediately unhooked the coach from the horses and took them to the stable where they would be properly attired, fed, bathed and cared for. Probably by him, but it made no difference. What neither of them had noticed was the Princess Valencia peering out the window and observing it all. Sure she had though King Jansen was handsome and strong, but she had no attraction to him. Ultimately, Gregorian had hoped that maybe they could make a connection and it would help to “seal the deal” of aligning Oklaland and Coldorado as allies. Alas it would not happen through that connection as Valencia was having nothing to do with it. However, Valencia was noticing Davillon. The way he was managing the horses and the obvious devotion he had for these animals. He did not seem the overbearing monster that her father had made ALL Kanston inhabitants to be. And he was royalty so obviously he had to be even worse. But he didn’t appear to be. It was strange. She had to meet this young man to satisfy some curious questions that she had now.

Meet him she did to. She raced to the stables and tackled him immediately. She tore off her dress to reveal she had on nothing underneath. His cock immediately bulged against his pants as her wetness was drenching his crotch. She placed his hands upon her supple round perky breasts and began squeezing his hands around them. She moaned with pleasure and he began to salivate wanting them in his mouth. Her nipples were hard and very erect. Seeing this made him realize even more how erect his cock was getting. He moved her hands down to her wet shaven mound and then over his hard bulge in his pants. She immediately worked to free this as his hands went back to her breasts. She undid one button and the others sprung apart revealing he too was not wearing any undergarments and his manhood stood tall and strong. She pulled away from him and immediately went down and swallowed just the tip of his cock…..licking her tongue over it and pulling away leaving the tip very wet. She slipped back up and over it and immediately went down on top of it, taking every inch of his erection deep inside her. She knew she must do this now. It was now or never and she rocked her hips over his and using her own wet mound began to make him moan and orgasm. She continued to rock faster and harder on top of him until he could not contain himself any longer and he erupted inside of her. Draining every ounce of his fluid inside her beautiful wet pussy. She collapsed on top of him and they engaged in a very sensual kiss….but to her surprise, he was not done yet. His erection was still hard and he pulled himself out from under her, leaving her on her hands and knees. He swung himself behind her and without even so much as a hesitation, he thrust his manhood back inside her wet pussy, deeper than before and began to slam his hips against her buttocks and he rammed his erection deeper inside her than she had ever thought possible. He did this for what felt like hours on end. He must have erupted inside her at least 5 more times until he finally withdrew from her. She saw the glistening wetness upon his manhood and an overwhelming desire to taste this came over her. Both his and her wetness combined, she must have a taste. And so she engulfed his manhood into her mouth. This sensations overwhelmed him and he could feel his manhood growing again….and he found his hips rocking with her swallowing. So much was happening so quickly and before either of them realized it, he was under her again and his own face was between her thighs, and his tongue deep inside her wet shaven mound. They were both writhing and wriggling in each others orgasms. When they both had finally had their last hoorah, they sat up, kissed deeply and then he finally introduced himself. She recoiled realizing just who she had done this with but announced herself as well which made him recoil slightly. Together they laughed and then stood together. In one last moment of kiss, they each touched one another’s private areas and then departed company. Destined to meet again------shortly.