The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)
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				Title: <strong>The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 19:11:38</strong>
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				Sam was fuming. It hadn't been his fault the pitcher of cold milk had tipped over! If SHE hadn't left her sandals in the middle of the floor, he would not have tripped over them as he entered! As he had tried to regain his balance, carrying her breakfast tray in both hands, it had caused the pitcher to wobble and fall over. Half of the milk had emptied before he was able to right it himself but the damage had been done. She had berated him, yelled at him, and called him names that made his ears burn with shame. And then she had sent him to clean the latrine, relieving the usual cleaner of his duties for the day.<br><br>It was embarrassing, filthy, and made him angry! He had served her breakfast everyday for the past year and was never given a 'Thank you' or a 'Good morning'. He didn't think she even knew his real name! To call the Princess a Royal Bitch would have been an understatement! He wasn't able to return to his quarters until well after the sun had set, exhausted. Not like he could sleep in either, he had to get up and get her damn breakfast again in the morning!<br><br>Shortly before falling asleep, he fingered the pendant that hung around his neck and muttered a curse he had heard in his own tongue. He cursed the Princess and her supposed innocence, wanting people to see her for who she really was! He fell asleep soon after.<br><br>The next morning, tired as he was, he gathers her breakfast once more and knocks on her door. "Princess? Time for breakfast." He says, slowly opening it and moving into her bedchamber. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 19:50:20</strong>
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				Princess Elizabeth Myrian the 3rd was, most of the time, a very roayl, strict person. She hardly offered anyone a look unless she found them worthy. Her personal servant was about her age, also 16 years old, inexpereinced and new. She'd had him for almost a year now, and hardly knew how he looked. She tended to always look into books and lettes or different orders that needed signing when he entered, if anything coming with short rude comments, not bothering to greet him. In a normal girls eyes he was probabky not bad looking, cute and charming, yet to her, who had spent her life being taught that only princes and kings were real men, and she shoudnt look at anyone who wouldnt benefeit her, no matter how she felt about them.<br><br>Yet she ahd woken up in the middle of the night, after a violent fight with her servant, feeling very awkward, like her body suddnely started to change, she felt so hot, especially between her legs, and when she had woken the next morning, her panties were soaking wet, she felt so weird between her legs. She felt too embarrased to see a doctor. <br><br>Finaly she heard his voice, he was so slow at times! He was more than five minutes late, she would have to show him ho htings were done around here again. SHe got out of bed in her white long silken nightgown. Her nipples were poking out at the cloth, but hse dint notice it. She walked to the door. <strong>" That was about time you slowpoke, you're - "</strong> She opened the door looking at him, feeling her entire body roll like thunder, clenching her thigh's together as she felt such a strange sensation, almost like she was exploding when she saw him, she felt like she needed to touch him, needed him to touch er, to touch her tickling sex. <strong>" - L-late. get in. "</strong> she said after a brief pause, closing the door after him. She went to her mirror, walking a little weird, clenching her thigh's togetherm begging for this disgusting feeling to disappear, almost scared about the way she felt. She started combing her long, snow white hair with shaking hands, staring at him in hte mirror as he put her breakfast down, starting to do his different duties like sort out her clothing, making the bed and tidying up here and therem cleaning and dusting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 15:17:04</strong>
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				There was something different about the Princess today, he thought. She walked as if she had been caned. He could barely contain the grin that threatened to spread over his face at the thought of the Princess being bent over and caned until her rear was raw! He could only imagine what she had done to deserve such a punishment! "Sorry, your Highness." He apologizes quickly for being 'late'. He sets her breakfast tray down on her breakfast table, then moves over to the bed. He works on straightening out her bedsheets, making the folds neat and crisp and to her specifications. But as he works, he gets the distinct feeling of her eyes boring into the back of his head. <br><br>He risks a glance in her direction, catching her staring at him via the mirror. He quickly averts his gaze. She rarely took notice of him before. Perhaps she was watching him to see when he made another error, so that she could punish him again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 15:35:49</strong>
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				Elizabeth looked at him, why on earth did he suddenly seem so attractive? She ahd never seen him like that, he was a freaking slave! A servant! Her porperty, not a possible lover! She quikcly turned her gaze at herself, brushing her hair, blushing deeply as htye had eye contact for a moment, just brushing her hair still with her trembling hands. Finaly she put the brush down, wlaking somewhat pointlessly around the room. Eventaully she finaly caught him making the slightest mistake, or actually not really a mistake, he simply forgot to faltten a tiny fold in her bedsheets. She was over him like a starving dog on a fresh piece of meat, behind him in no time.<br><br><strong>" For crying out loud, you... You're doing it wrong! Here, let me show you how its done! "</strong> She said, not really succeding in raising her voice at him, nor finding a swear to insult him with. SHe leaned in over hm, for some reason, not pushing him aside. Her body pressed agains his back, her soft breasts and rock hard nipples pressing against him, sending a sugar sweet sensationt hrough her body, she even let out a soft, very sexual coo right into his ear. She flattened the fold and quickly turne around, walking away from him, standing there, staring out the window, a dark blush on her face, staring at her to-be kingodm and the guards patrolling the garden. She couldnt help but let out little, low whimpers as she was uneasy on her legs becuase fo her thighs rubbign together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 20:01:02</strong>
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				Sam was rooted to the spot as the Princess reaches OVER him. The unmistakable feel of her perk breasts and hard nipples pressing into his back. The unmistakable moan from the contact echoing in his ear. The usual harassment, the usual yelling did not come, and that alone shocked him. Her movement had been unusually quick and before he could even react she had walked over to the window. It takes him a few moments to gather his wits.<br><br>"I...uh...I am done with the bed, your Majesty. Is there anything else I can do?" He pipes up after another few moments pass, making sure that the bed had been sorted. Something still seemed wrong about the way she walked. Perhaps he should send for a healer to examine her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 21:48:01</strong>
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				Elizabeth turned around and looked at him, feeling that strange sthockwave c&nbsp; ourse through her body, making her entire figure tremble for a moment, her legs shaking from the sensation in her sex, feeling her sticky juices soaking her panties, she could feel them on her thighs. <strong>" U-uh yes! Yes you can.. Sort the laundry. "</strong> she mumbled, not wantin to let go of him. it was a weak command, she couldnt muster the normal strangth to yell at him nad insult him, ofr osme reason she didnt want to insult him, she almost wanted to just.. Take off her night gown and offer him her virgin, untouched body,s he wanted to feel his warm, strong, body rub agianst her own.. she wanted- NO! Nothing like that! She had to stop thinking liek that, it was disgusting!<br><br>She had completely forgotten that a pair of her panties were laying amongst the stack of dirty clothes, still moist from her juices and emitting a rather strong scent of hr cunny. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 15:52:01</strong>
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				Sam reluctantly moves over to gather her laundry. It wasn't normally his job (it would be scandalous for him to handle her undergarments) but the Princess was certainly out of sorts this morning. He tosses several of her clothes into the basket meant for laundry before grabbing her panties. He first feels their moistness and wonders if perhaps she had wet herself, but the bed had been dry. Then the smell hits him. Pussy. Wet pussy. Perhaps she had been fingering herself? His face blushes at the thought and he quickly tosses them in amongst the other dirty laundry.<br><br>"Is...is there anything else?" He asks timidly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 23:00:16</strong>
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				She looks at him as he goes to handle the laundry, biting her lip, her pussy now throbbing and burning for him, for a virgin she certainly was in heat, her new clean panties were already soaked now! She got up, walking towards him while he did the laundry, watching him feel her panties, biting her lower lip, oh god, how embarrasign! yet she did not feel embarrase,d only as if the fire now gripped her entire body. The moment he asked whether there was more she was alreayd standing behind him, one hand squeezing his crotch from hehind, the other underneath his shirt, feeling his strong chest with her slender, gentle fingers. She moaned hotly, a long wet moan into his ear, formign the word <strong>" yes "</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursing of a Princess (Eeyore + Elyza)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:04:52</strong>
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				He gasps as the Princess is suddenly upon him, one hand grabbing his crotch while the other moved up under his shirt. "Wha-...what are you doing, M'lady?" He stammers out, freezing to the spot, unable to move. His cock had other things in mind though, starting to lengthen and harden under her touch. His heart skips a beat, his skin becoming flustered. Maybe the Princess was in a peculiarly horny mood today? He was a servant - he could not refuse anything she commanded of him. That thought alone made him harden even more.
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