It was good to be back on a horse after those long days patrolling the Palace, but the pleasure was ruined by the view. It was torture having to watch her riding so close to this man, watch them whispering to each other, watch him touching her arm and smiling at her possessively. He realized with horror that he was watching a courtship. She seemed relaxed and attentive and not all together reluctant. The jealousy had returned with force and he was occupying himself with violent fantasies once again.
The Prince was a good rider, he had a confident seat and a masterful control of the horse. His strong thighs gripped the saddle and his slender hands guided the reins with ease. Surely, she could not fail to be impressed by this sophisticated man. She had little experience of men, he had an intimate knowledge of that. Was she in danger of being as attracted to this man as she had been to him? Considering she was marrying him, that must be a good thing. But he was having a hard time seeing it that way, especially when she laughed as she did now, and smiled and leaned towards her new fiancée.
As they returned to the Palace, the Prince clearly decided to show off his skills and went galloping ahead. The guard took the opportunity to draw up beside her and speak to her for the first time in days.
'I have to speak to you alone,' he said quickly.
Her laughter died and she merely nodded. 'When? Where?'
'I will wait for you in the ante chamber after supper.'
And that was where he was dutifully waiting when the Princess returned from supper, but to his horror she was not alone. He heard her talking pleasantly to someone. He looked through the crack of the door and saw the Prince sitting beside her on the couch, much too close. His hand was on her thigh and the guard was shocked with his forwardness, hypocritically so as he himself had done so much more to her. Then to his horror, the Prince lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. She sat rather stiffly. She was being passive just as he had told her to be. Oh why had he told her to be passive? He wanted her to slap the bastard round the face.
'Oh Elena,' the Prince groaned and his hand began to pull her skirt up her thigh.
Finally, he heard her say in a tentative voice, 'We are not married yet.'
'We will be soon,' he replied as his confident hand continued to pull up her skirt and his lips moved from her neck to the lovely swell of her breasts above the tight bodice of her dress. Why was she not stopping him? But then he realized why when he heard her breath quicken and saw her squirm slightly in her seat. This was pure torture.
The Prince popped one perfect breast from its bejeweled casing and clamped his mouth over the nipple. 'My Lord,' she cried, 'You proceed too quickly!' She was playing the ingénue well, because the guard knew from experience that she would already be wet and ready.
As the Prince sucked and licked her nipple, cupping the breast in his hand, squeezing its tender flesh, his hand dipped below her skirt and the guard could see from its undulating movement that it had reached its target. The Princess was moaning now, clearly trying to keep herself in check but failing. Her hand strayed to the Prince's crotch and as she touched him, his hand quickened its pace. As the guard watched her slip her hand into the fly of another man's trousers, he realized with disgust that he had an erection too. His disloyal body was reacting to her eager moans, and the sound of another man's fingers slipping through her wet folds. He reached down and touched himself, powerless to stop, as he saw her pull out the Prince's swollen cock. He was well endowed, the bastard. The Prince had his hand on the back of her neck and was pushing her head down towards his cock. The guard watched helplessly as she sucked the head of the Prince's cock into her mouth and greedily swallowed it. She held it at its base while she licked up and down the full length and swirled her tongue around the head. The sound of her sucking and licking and moaning filled the room and as he watched her he could imagine her clever lips on his own cock, bathing him in her saliva, her hands cupping his balls.
He had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop his own moans as his fist closed round his own cock, pumping it so fast that he came almost at the same time as the Prince, who was shaking on the couch his hands full of her young breasts.
The Prince was hardly going to think her a virgin now, the guard thought as he slumped onto the floor.