"Come in," the grand duke said, and then, "Ah, Your Highness," when the door opened to reveal the new princess.
"I hope I haven't disturbed you, Your Grace -- I mean, Grand Duke." The princess paused, clasping her hands in front of her pensively. "I just wanted to thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I know you were only acting on the prince's behalf, but I'm so grateful to you for finding my shoe, and for searching throughout the kingdom, and for giving me the chance to try it on."
The grand duke straightened, cleared his throat. "Ah, of course, my lady, it was only my duty."
Through his monocle, he studied the face of the young woman. She was deep in recollection, a flicker of pain in her eyes. "You may have heard," she said, "my life before the ball was... very hard." For a moment her eyes were glassy with moisture, but then her mind turned to more cheerful things and she smiled. "I owe my happiness to you."
She took a slow step toward him. She had a way of walking on the balls of her feet that lent a grace to her gait. She took another few steps until she was very close to him, barely an inch away, studied him for a moment with her blue eyes, and then pressed her lips softly to his cheek.
It was a small gesture. It should have been a small gesture, but by the time Cinderella drew back, the grand duke was practically shaking, his heart racing at the closeness, and a feeling uncomfortably like arousal settling low in his gut. This was the woman who had caught the attention of a prince bored with a whole room of comely women, the grand duke remembered. Remembered and now understood.
"Is there any way I can repay you?" Softly she laid a hand on the front of his coat.
"Whuh, er, ahem..." he spluttered. She was still standing so close to him that he could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone an appropriate reply.
Her fingers traced downward and outward, pausing to rest gently on his hip before moving inward again. "Perhaps I can take care of this for you?" She pressed her hand against what the grand duke was embarrassed to realize was a bulge in his trousers. At the sudden touch, he let out a gasp.
He stood stunned and trembling as she slowly unfastened his pants and loosed his semi-hard member. A few strokes up and down the length and the grand duke let out a moan. "We can't... The prince..."
"It's all right," she said softly. "I'll only use my hands." Her quiet voice bespoke of an awareness on her part of the wrongness and dangers of their situation, but she continued her ministrations anyway, unapologetic. In fact, the expression on her face now could only be described as calm determination. And while her tone may have been reassuring, her words did not reassure him in the least. He didn't have to worry about planting an illegitimate child in her, of course, but it was adultery all the same, and if they were caught... The logical part of him was horrified at the thought. And yet, the irrational part only grew more excited. In any case, at the moment, asking the princess to stop was the very last thing he felt like doing.
He found his hips moving back and forth in time with her strokes. "Ohh yes... please..." he begged in spite of himself. He could hardly believe it was the princess in front of him, that it was her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. Had he somehow fallen asleep at his table and come up with this bizarre and extraordinary dream? With one hand she stroked a quick, unrelenting rhythm, while the other laid soft caresses on his thighs, buttocks, and belly, taking him to a state where he was nearly bursting with pleasure and the urgent need for release. It was only a few seconds more and then the grand duke came with a low moan.
FILL: Texts From Disney (Cinderella/Grand Duke) [2/2]
anonymous
January 7 2012, 21:52:33 UTC
After he was finished, he sank into a seat, his legs still shaking, and waited until he had caught his breath. Then he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe up his seed. "Your Highness," he said, "why... why did you do that?" As he spoke he took her hand gently to wipe the sticky liquid from her fingers.
"Well," she said, touching her cheek with her other hand thoughtfully, as if she didn't quite know why herself. "I like making people happy. And I thought that might be the way to make you the happiest."
The grand duke felt a twinge of embarrassment at her words, but something about the way she said things, the way she spoke, made everything seem so pure, so simple and uncomplicated. She had an unblemished heart, one apparently incapable of housing ill intentions.
"Is there any way I could do the same for you?" the grand duke asked just as a clock in the hall began sounding out the hour.
"Oh," Cinderella said, glancing behind her toward the door of the grand duke's quarters. "I didn't realize it was so late. I should leave."
"But -- Your Highness --"
At the door, the princess turned to smile at him and answered his earlier question, "Yes, if you like, please, anytime. Tonight it's late but if you could visit me any evening when I'm in my chambers, I would be very happy. Good night."
She took her leave, the clock striking twelve at the same moment the door closed behind her. It was then the grand duke knew for certain: he was head-over-heels in love with her.
Re: FILL: Texts From Disney (Cinderella/Grand Duke) [2/2]
anonymous
January 7 2012, 22:14:50 UTC
OP here!
Ooh, nice one! And with smut! I was hoping for smut (this is a Kink meme, after all!) I'm not sure I ship it myself (and it's been forever since I saw that movie), but I enjoyed reading it!
And I especially loved this: He didn't have to worry about planting an illegitimate child in her, of course, but it was adultery all the same, and if they were caught... The logical part of him was horrified at the thought. And yet, the irrational part only grew more excited. In any case, at the moment, asking the princess to stop was the very last thing he felt like doing.
It's just perfect.
And this: She had an unblemished heart, one apparently incapable of housing ill intentions. is a remark that's just lovely and made of hugs. <3
Thank you for the fill! (And apparently, inspiring me to maybe watch Cinderella in the near future!)
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There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," the grand duke said, and then, "Ah, Your Highness," when the door opened to reveal the new princess.
"I hope I haven't disturbed you, Your Grace -- I mean, Grand Duke." The princess paused, clasping her hands in front of her pensively. "I just wanted to thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I know you were only acting on the prince's behalf, but I'm so grateful to you for finding my shoe, and for searching throughout the kingdom, and for giving me the chance to try it on."
The grand duke straightened, cleared his throat. "Ah, of course, my lady, it was only my duty."
Through his monocle, he studied the face of the young woman. She was deep in recollection, a flicker of pain in her eyes. "You may have heard," she said, "my life before the ball was... very hard." For a moment her eyes were glassy with moisture, but then her mind turned to more cheerful things and she smiled. "I owe my happiness to you."
She took a slow step toward him. She had a way of walking on the balls of her feet that lent a grace to her gait. She took another few steps until she was very close to him, barely an inch away, studied him for a moment with her blue eyes, and then pressed her lips softly to his cheek.
It was a small gesture. It should have been a small gesture, but by the time Cinderella drew back, the grand duke was practically shaking, his heart racing at the closeness, and a feeling uncomfortably like arousal settling low in his gut. This was the woman who had caught the attention of a prince bored with a whole room of comely women, the grand duke remembered. Remembered and now understood.
"Is there any way I can repay you?" Softly she laid a hand on the front of his coat.
"Whuh, er, ahem..." he spluttered. She was still standing so close to him that he could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone an appropriate reply.
Her fingers traced downward and outward, pausing to rest gently on his hip before moving inward again. "Perhaps I can take care of this for you?" She pressed her hand against what the grand duke was embarrassed to realize was a bulge in his trousers. At the sudden touch, he let out a gasp.
He stood stunned and trembling as she slowly unfastened his pants and loosed his semi-hard member. A few strokes up and down the length and the grand duke let out a moan. "We can't... The prince..."
"It's all right," she said softly. "I'll only use my hands." Her quiet voice bespoke of an awareness on her part of the wrongness and dangers of their situation, but she continued her ministrations anyway, unapologetic. In fact, the expression on her face now could only be described as calm determination. And while her tone may have been reassuring, her words did not reassure him in the least. He didn't have to worry about planting an illegitimate child in her, of course, but it was adultery all the same, and if they were caught... The logical part of him was horrified at the thought. And yet, the irrational part only grew more excited. In any case, at the moment, asking the princess to stop was the very last thing he felt like doing.
He found his hips moving back and forth in time with her strokes. "Ohh yes... please..." he begged in spite of himself. He could hardly believe it was the princess in front of him, that it was her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. Had he somehow fallen asleep at his table and come up with this bizarre and extraordinary dream? With one hand she stroked a quick, unrelenting rhythm, while the other laid soft caresses on his thighs, buttocks, and belly, taking him to a state where he was nearly bursting with pleasure and the urgent need for release. It was only a few seconds more and then the grand duke came with a low moan.
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"Well," she said, touching her cheek with her other hand thoughtfully, as if she didn't quite know why herself. "I like making people happy. And I thought that might be the way to make you the happiest."
The grand duke felt a twinge of embarrassment at her words, but something about the way she said things, the way she spoke, made everything seem so pure, so simple and uncomplicated. She had an unblemished heart, one apparently incapable of housing ill intentions.
"Is there any way I could do the same for you?" the grand duke asked just as a clock in the hall began sounding out the hour.
"Oh," Cinderella said, glancing behind her toward the door of the grand duke's quarters. "I didn't realize it was so late. I should leave."
"But -- Your Highness --"
At the door, the princess turned to smile at him and answered his earlier question, "Yes, if you like, please, anytime. Tonight it's late but if you could visit me any evening when I'm in my chambers, I would be very happy. Good night."
She took her leave, the clock striking twelve at the same moment the door closed behind her. It was then the grand duke knew for certain: he was head-over-heels in love with her.
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Ooh, nice one! And with smut! I was hoping for smut (this is a Kink meme, after all!) I'm not sure I ship it myself (and it's been forever since I saw that movie), but I enjoyed reading it!
And I especially loved this: He didn't have to worry about planting an illegitimate child in her, of course, but it was adultery all the same, and if they were caught... The logical part of him was horrified at the thought. And yet, the irrational part only grew more excited. In any case, at the moment, asking the princess to stop was the very last thing he felt like doing.
It's just perfect.
And this: She had an unblemished heart, one apparently incapable of housing ill intentions. is a remark that's just lovely and made of hugs. <3
Thank you for the fill! (And apparently, inspiring me to maybe watch Cinderella in the near future!)
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