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  VIRGIN TALES – ARRANGED

  by

  Jean-Luc Cheri

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  Jean-Luc Cheri on Smashwords

  Virgin Tales – Arranged

  Copyright © 2013 by Jean-Luc Cheri

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  Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

  Book description:

  An erotic short story. Princess Kathryn’s dreams have been shattered. She has discovered that her marriage has been arranged since before her birth, and she must travel to a far off land to wed Prince Gabriel, whom she has never met. When the two finally come face to face, her fears are realized as their disdain for each other leads to harsh words. Will this royal couple work out their differences, and will Kathryn’s wedding night be everything she ever dreamed it would be? Adults only due to graphic sexual content.

  (14,887 words / 60 standard pages)

  Virgin Tales – Arranged

  “No, I won’t do it! Father, how can you ask this of me?”

  “I’m sorry, Kathryn, but it is out of my hands. I have no choice, and neither do you.”

  “What about one of my brothers or sisters?”

  “It has to be you.”

  “How can I marry someone I don’t love?”

  “You will grow to love him.”

  “How do you know that? Like me, you’ve never even met him.”

  My father sighed, and his voice softened. “Kathryn, you know you’re everything to me, especially since your mother died. But as a princess, you must do what’s in the best interest of your subjects. And twenty years ago, before you were born, your subjects needed the protection from the invaders from the North. The only one to offer that protection was King Henry from Avalon. And all he asked in return was my firstborn daughter to marry his firstborn son. Now that you’ve turned nineteen, that time has come.”

  “Why was I never told this?”

  “Your mother and I thought it would be best that you didn’t know until the time came.”

  “You lied to me.”

  “No, we just didn’t tell you all of the truth.”

  I glared at him. “That’s the same as a lie.”

  He frowned. “I’ll remind you that while I am your father, I am also your King, and I won’t be spoken to in that tone of voice.”

  I could feel the tears welling up from within me. “I wish you weren’t my father. I hate you!”

  He rolled his eyes. “Spare me the dramatics. You’re not a little girl anymore, stop acting like one.”

  “I’ll never love you again!” I screamed, and turned and ran blindly away, down the hall and up the long circular staircase to my bedroom. Reaching it, I threw myself onto my bed, holding my face against the pillow as I sobbed out tears of self-pity.

  It just wasn’t fair. Just when I thought I was going to be free to live my life, I discovered my future was already set in stone, where I would be forced to live far away from home with some strange man I had never met before. As I grew, I had learned about falling in love, and desperately looked forward to that happening to me. I would lie awake at night, imagining what it would be like to be held in a handsome and strong man’s arms as we kissed. As I got older, and I learned naughty secrets from my attendants, I would imagine what else I would do in my lover’s embrace.

  But now, that dream was ruined. The truth was, I had no right to dream that dream in the first place, because my future had been determined before I was born, and my fantasies of finding love were never destined to come true. My tears came harder, and my shoulders shook as I cried into the pillow.

  I cried until the tears were gone. It was times like this I missed my mother the most. If she had been alive, she would have come in my room and sat beside me, comforting me with her words and soft caresses on my back. Not like my cold-hearted father who sat on his throne, uncaring about my feelings. But then I remembered that my mother had known about this deal too, and my heart hardened towards her also. I was all alone.

  I drifted off towards sleep, hugging myself to my pillow, wishing it were a handsome prince who came to spare me of this fate. In my imagination, I clung to his strong body, feeling safe in his arms. He would kiss my neck, and I would feel the stiffness of his arousal against my stomach. I giggled softly at this thought. Of course, I had never felt the real thing, but I had heard all about it from my attendant, Laurette. Laurette had been a good friend, and had shared all of her secrets with me. If not for her, I would know nothing about sex, a subject my parents seemed determined to keep me in the dark about, despite my many questions. They had steadfastly refused to discuss it, instead telling me that I would find out everything I needed to know on my wedding night.

  But Laurette had been willing to talk, and we spent many long nights discussing the topic, with me listening in wide-eyed raptness as she revealed the secrets I desperately needed to know. As I drifted off to sleep, my fondest memory of her floated through my mind.

  * * *

  “Is the water warm enough, my Lady?” Laurette asked, as she ran the soaked sponge over the back of my neck.

  The water felt good as it poured over my shoulders and down my chest, merging between my round breasts to fall into the copper bathtub I was sitting in. “It’s perfect, Laurette,” I replied, closing my eyes and smiling at her official address of me. I knew it was because we weren’t alone, as several of my other attendants hovered nearby, ready to take care of my every need. When others were around, Laurette and I had to keep up the facade of Princess and attendant, but in reality we were more friends than anything, only able to be ourselves when alone together.

  She rubbed some soap into the sponge, then washed my shoulder with it, moving down my arm. I lifted it out of the water so that she could continue down to my hand and fingers, and it felt deliciously sensuous as she turned my hand over and caressed my palm.

  “Mmm, that’s feels nice,” I said softly.

  “Shh,” she whispered, reminding me that we weren’t alone, and that from the outside it should appear she was just giving me a bath.

  I smiled and opened my eyes. “Bethany and Mathilda, please come here.”

  The two younger attendants immediately obeyed, coming over to stand beside my tub, holding large pitchers of hot water and looking at me expectantly. “Yes, my Lady?” they said in unison.

  “Leave the water and go,” I said. “I won’t be needing your services for the rest of the night. See you in the morning.”

  “Yes, my Lady,” they both replied, then bent over and set the pitchers on the floor before backing away obsequiously. They then turned and exited through the door, closing it behind them.

  Left alone, Laurette and I turned and grinned at each other.

  “Yes, my Lady,” Laurette said mockingly, causing me to giggle.

  “Oh, I get so tired of that,” I said. “I know I sound ungrateful, but after a while it gets on
your nerves. Yes my Lady, no, my Lady. My word, can’t I just have a regular conversation?”

  Laurette laughed. “What would you like to talk about, Katie?”

  I grinned at her use of my nickname. My father would have heart palpitations if he heard anyone call me that. “What do you think I want to talk about?”

  Her smile turned mischievous. “Let me guess – the mysteries of guys?”

  I giggled. “Of course. Oh, Laurie, where would I be without you? To go to my future husband’s bed without the knowledge you have given me, it would be like a blind woman trying to paint. I am so in your debt.”

  “And you have so much more to learn.”

  “I love it when you say that. It’s like a new unexplored world stretching out in front of me.”

  “Do you have any questions about what we discussed last time?”

  I thought for a moment, wondering how to word it. “Yes. You said that when the man finishes, he puts his seed in the girl. What is this seed like? Does it look like grass or apple seeds?”

  Laurie smiled and shook her head. “No, not at all. It is a liquid, like a creamy milk.”

  I stared at her in puzzlement. “That doesn’t sound like a seed.”

  “Well, it works the same way. Get it inside of you, and you have a good chance of having a little prince or princess nine months later.”

  I laughed lightly and placed my hands on my stomach. “Imagine that. A baby inside of me. I can’t wait.”

  She patted my shoulder. “Yes you can. Having a baby is hard, especially when you’re young. Patience, my dear Katie, you’ll be a mother soon enough, and then you be wishing you were alone again.” She smiled.

  I took hold of her hand. “Laurie, add some hot water and get in here with me, you look chilled.”

  She stood and lifted one of the pitchers, pouring it into the bath. I felt the warm water swirl around me as she pulled her robe over her head, leaving herself naked. She then stepped into the empty end of the tub, and sat facing me. It was a tight fit, and I slid my legs over hers so we could sit close together. I felt a tingle of pleasure go through me, like it always did when we sat in the tub together, knowing it was a bit naughty.

  “So,” I said, needing more knowledge, “after the man puts his seed in the girl, is it over?”

  “Sometimes it is, but sometimes he may stay erect and want to continue. It depends on his mood.”

  “What if I want to continue?”

  “That is more his decision than yours, but there are ways you can entice him.”

  I grinned. “What kind of ways?”

  “Well, you could use your hand on him, rubbing his cock gently to see if it will rise again. You could also use your mouth.”

  I stared at her curiously. “My mouth?”

  “Yes, men like that very much.”

  “What am I supposed to do with my mouth?”

  She smiled. “Why, take him inside of it, of course.”

  “Take what inside of it?”

  “His cock.”

  My eyes opened wide in shock. “Never!”

  She laughed. “Oh, trust me, my friend, you will enjoy it almost as much as he does.”

  My mouth gaped. “I would not!”

  She patted my arm as she gave me a knowing smile. “Very well, if you say so.”

  I shook my head and smiled at her. “Sometimes, I think you say things just to tease me. A cock in my mouth? My word, you’re such a trickster.”

  She held her grin, but decided to change the topic. “We still haven’t talked about your peak of pleasure.”

  My brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  “Just like a man, a woman reaches a peak also.”

  “She does? Does she spurt out creamy seed too?”

  “No, not at all. But her pleasure reaches a crescendo, and then wanes afterward. If her man cares enough about her, she will reach her peak with him, but with some men, the woman must reach their peak alone.”

  “Alone? What do you mean?”

  “If a man only cares for his own pleasure, he will experience his culmination and then fall asleep, before the woman has a chance to reach hers. When that happens, she can use her fingers to reach her peak alone.”

  I felt the blush rising in my face. Sometimes, after our baths together, I would go to my bed and be unable to keep my fingers from slipping between my legs, and experiencing the pleasure from my own touch. Feeling guilty, I would stop after a few minutes. But I always thought that was my little secret, something I discovered and no one else knew about.

  Laurie saw my expression and gave me a knowing smile. “It’s okay, most women touch themselves there. The priests may say it’s wrong and sinful, but we know better. It’s easier for men, they get their pleasure every time. But we sometimes have to make our own, and no priest is going to stop us.”

  My mind was spinning with this new information. “So, you do it too?”

  “Of course. Have you tried it?”

  “A little. Not very much.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Yes. But I felt guilty and stopped.”

  She shook her head. “Those damn priests. While they’re off buggering altar boys, they’re setting up rules for us to follow. Bunch of hypocrites, the whole lot. You shouldn’t feel guilty at all, it’s your body and you can do with it what you want. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

  I grinned. I loved it when Laurie went off on one of her rants, and got that fierce look in her eyes.

  “Can you teach me how to do it right?”

  It was her turn to look at me in surprise. “Teach you?”

  “Yes. The times I’ve done it, I get frustrated because I can feel an ache there, almost like an itch that I can’t scratch.”

  She nodded knowingly. “I understand how you feel, and I think I can help. Are you comfortable? Is the water warm enough?”

  I nodded, feeling a shiver of excitement go through me.

  “Good,” she said, “now place your hand between your legs, and cup your mound gently.

  I did as she asked, and I felt a tingle of pleasure sparkle up my spine. “I’m cupping it.”

  “Excellent. Now take your middle finger, and press it gently between your lips, not too deep.”

  I followed her instructions, and pressed my finger inside. The water made my skin slippery, but as my fingertip slid across my inner folds, I felt the additional slickness of my inner juices. I exhaled a soft sigh.

  “Very good,” she said, “Now, draw your finger slowly upwards, until you reach where your inner lips meet at the top. There, you should find a small bump of flesh that feels very good when you touch it. This is called your clitoris.”

  I listened to her words, and my finger followed her directions. Small shivers went through me as my finger slid up through my sensitive slit. When I reached the juncture of my lips, I felt around for the nub she described. But although it felt good, I couldn’t find what she was talking about. My frustration must’ve shown on my face.

  “Are you having trouble finding it?” she asked.

  “Yes. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, and I don’t have one.”

  She gave a soft laugh. “Of course you have one, Katie. Every girl does. Keep searching.”

  I moved my finger in a circle, and sparks of pleasure shot out from between my legs. But I still couldn’t find that elusive bump.

  “It’s not there,” I whined.

  “Here, let me try,” she said soothingly. Then, much to my surprise, she leaned in close, until our faces were just inches apart. I felt our breasts graze softly against each other, and my nipples rose into hardness. I felt another blush creeping onto my cheeks, but she seemed not to notice as her hand moved between my legs.

  I visibly twitched when she made contact with my intimate skin, and then her fingers slid inside, pressing apart my delicate folds. This time, I couldn’t stop the soft groan from crossing my lips.

  I moved my hand out of the w
ay, and felt her finger retracing the path that mine had taken. When she reached the top, I shuddered in pleasure and moaned again.

  “Now,” she said, “where is it?” Her finger moved, and I felt the waves of pleasure rolling through me. Suddenly, I no longer cared if I had a clitoris, I just wanted her to continue what she was doing. My nipples were hard as diamonds, and jostled against hers, which were equally as rigid.

  “Here it is,” she said, as if she had just found a missing earring on the floor. “It’s tucked up in its fleshy hood. Here, feel it for yourself.” She held her hand out of the way, but kept her finger on me, guiding me to where my clitoris supposedly was. I just knew that whatever she was touching, felt so much better than what she had been touching before.

  I reached down and followed her finger with mine, finding the swollen nub that she had described. As I rubbed it with my finger, she moved her hand away.

  “You got it?” she asked.

  “Oh yes, I got it.” As I slid my finger over that sensitive bump, the pleasure radiated through me like I had never felt before. How could I not have known about this? It was there all this time and I never knew? Once again, I thanked the heavens for sending Laurie to me, so that I could share in her secrets.

  She chuckled softly. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Mmm, it feels incredible.” I looked at my friend, and realized that her hand was down in the water between her own legs. I smiled. “You’re doing it also, aren’t you?”

  She grinned. “Oh yes. You don’t mind, do you?”

  “Not at all. Thank you for opening my eyes to this.”

  “My pleasure. How are you feeling?”

  “It feels odd, like a clock being wound tighter and tighter.”

  “Yes. That’s exactly how it should feel.”