Chapter 18
I remained frozen, my eye pressed to the grate in Princess Maria’s floor. The room was a vision of pink and white, all lace and silk, smelling of flowers and soap. It looked like a room a princess would design, but Maria was hardly the innocent princess she presented herself as. She was a snake in a princess’s dress, always appearing when I was weakest. Her eyes held a knowing, predatory gleam that made the hair on my arms stand up.
Just as I was about to turn away, the door to her chamber clicked open. I held my breath, my heart thudding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Princess Maria walked through the entrance, closing the door behind her. She moved with an unnerving grace; her every step deliberate. I had to admit that she was a beautiful woman. Easily as beautiful as Kate, although with a more regal appearance.
She reached behind her neck, her fingers working at a series of tiny buttons on her gown. The fabric sighed as it parted, sliding down her shoulders and pooling at her feet in a heap of silk and lace. She wore only a thin, nearly transparent chemise underneath. My mouth went dry. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, her skin pale and smooth in the candlelight, her body lithe and perfect.
I wanted to turn away, but I found myself unable to pull my gaze from her form. She lifted the chemise over her head, the delicate material fluttering to the floor. She was naked now, her figure exposed in all its glory. Her breasts were small and pert, capped with pink nipples that hardened in the cool night air. I swallowed hard, my cock beginning to ache in my pants. Her ass was firm and round, her legs long and shapely.
She walked to her bedside and sat down. She then pulled a basin of water that had been placed there earlier. Pulling out a washcloth and squeezing it, she began to wash herself. The water dripped from her body, cascading down her curves in a way that made my stomach tighten. I watched her, my eyes tracing the path of the water as it slid over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her face serene. I could see her breasts dripping with water, running down her stomach and into her thighs below. Unfortunately, the way I was positioned, I couldn’t see the area between her legs. I didn’t know why, but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to see it all.
I shifted my weight, placing my hands on the rough stone of the tunnel wall and trying to pull myself up higher. My fingers scrabbled for purchase, finding a loose brick near the ceiling of the passage. I used it as a foothold, hoisting myself up a few inches. Just as I got a clear, unobstructed view of her reaching for the hem of her chemise, the brick under my hand shifted/. It scraped against the stone with a sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard, unnaturally loud in the silence of the tunnels. A small puff of dust and ancient mortar rained down.
“Who’s there?” Maria’s voice came out sharp; she immediately stood, wrapping a blanket around herself.
For a moment, I had hoped she’d convince herself she misheard, but her eyes immediately snapped to the grate, to me behind the grate. Our eyes met. Panic seized me. Without hesitation, I dropped from my perch and fled, scrambling back into the oppressive darkness of the tunnel. I felt completely stupid. Getting caught spying on the princess naked was undoubtedly a death sentence. I ran blindly, my hand sliding along the damp wall to guide me, my only thought to put as much distance between me and that room as possible. I didn’t even want to see her naked. It was just an impulse.
However, as I put some distance between me and her room, I began to feel dumb for running. She couldn’t have seen me. It was dark. She only happened to glance at the grate. I was fine. As I brought my breath under control and the rush of blood in my ears quieted, I started to calm down. Once again, I remembered the sight of the princess naked. It was in that silence that I started to notice a noise. There was a creaking along with a gasping noise. I found myself facing another grate. I lifted myself and looked through.
The first thing I saw was a large bedroom, and on the bed was a woman, her back to me. She was naked, and her body was shifting up and down. It took me only a moment to realize she was straddling a man underneath her. Her pale, round buttocks rose and fell, slapping against his thighs with a wet, rhythmic sound. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back, swaying with her movements. The man’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, his fingers digging into her flesh. The next thing I noticed was the tapestries on the wall. Just by the decor, I could tell it was the king’s chamber. He must be with his queen. I should have looked away. If seeing the princess was death, what would peeking at the king get me?
“Get on all fours.” The king suddenly declared.
The woman obeyed, swinging her leg over to dismount. She moved onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. As he positioned himself behind her, I finally got a look at her face. It wasn’t the queen at all. In fact, it was someone else whom I knew. This was one of my classmates. What was her name again? That was right, Nina. Nina was the white mage my other classmates had mentioned from lunch, the one who had the king’s favor. It appeared that favor manifested in a different way. Nina wasn’t an ugly girl. She was a bit chubby for my tastes, with a freckled nose and curly brown hair. Her breasts were fairly generous; however, in her current position, it became clear she also had quite a filled-out butt.
The king began to thrust into her, and every time he did so, her butt jiggled satisfyingly. Nina cried out, but it wasn’t a cry of pain. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her back arched, pushing her plush ass back to meet him. I couldn’t believe one of my classmates was having sex with the king. He was a married man, or so I heard. I had never actually met the queen. She was allegedly out on a diplomatic mission.
“Your Majesty,” she gasped, her voice a breathy moan. “Yes… harder… please, harder.”
He obliged. He gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming brutal, animalistic. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a lewd symphony that echoed in the secret tunnels. I told myself I was horrified. I told myself I was watching a rape, that the king was a monster taking advantage of this innocent girl. But Nina’s face was a mask of bliss. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. She didn’t appear like a victim to me. Of course, she could be under aphrodisiacs, but I had no way of proving that.
“Damn, your pussy is so tight. The girls I summoned from another world are amazing, a bunch of innocent pure virgins at your age?”
“Hah, your majesty… It’s common where I’m from to keep your virginity until you’re an adult. Children are kept away from such things.”
“Haha!” He laughed. “What child? You’re sixteen and can already have children. Such a strange custom… most girls in our world lose their virginity by twelve and have a baby in their belly by fifteen. I can’t wait to pop all of your classmates too.”
“M-majesty… is my pussy… not enough?” She forced out in between moans.
“Don’t blame me… aren’t you the one who healed my little problem? If I don’t make use of this tool you’ve given me, I’d be letting the world down. Originally, I had no concubines because of my condition, but now I plan to father illegitimate brothers and sisters to serve and support the prince and princess.”
“Father? Ah! No, babies? Ah!”
The king slapped her ass. “Do you protest? You’ll be the first to have my bastard son. Do you dare reject?”
“N-no! Please, make me pregnant! I want to have Majesty’s babies!”
The sight of the pair going at it and the words they exchanged awakened the dark parts of me again. Even without pheromones, I felt my arousal peeking. Part of it was seeing the princess naked earlier, but the rest of it was too much to bear. A treacherous heat pooled in my groin. My cock began to harden. I hated myself for it, but I still found myself pulling out my cock and stroking it as I watched them.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, his voice a low, possessive growl. “You’re going to take my seed, girl.”
“Yes… Your Majesty… cum in me… please, make me pregnant,” she begged, pushing back against him one last time.
He buried himself deep inside her with a final, guttural groan, his body tensing. I knew he was cumming, pumping her full of his royal seed. Nina shuddered, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips as her own orgasm washed over her. I leaned my forehead against the cold stone of the grate, my eyes locked on the sight of the king pulling out, a trickle of his white cum leaking from Nina’s swollen, used pussy. I stroked myself, fast and rough, my shame burning as hot as my arousal. It only took a few more pumps before I was cumming, spurting my seed onto the dusty floor of the tunnel.
I sagged against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the shame washing over me in a cold wave. I had just masturbated to the king banging a classmate, a student. I was a peeping Tom, not better than them. I just pulled away when a sound suddenly caused me to jump. The distant groan of a heavy gate being opened, followed by the faint sound of armored footsteps echoing down the tunnel behind me.
“I heard something earlier. I think someone might be down in the old tunnels. Search them thoroughly.” I heard Maria’s voice, distant but firm.
I could only curse under my breath. She hadn’t seen me, but she still knew someone was here and called the guards. If I were caught, my life would be over. I could only shove my softening cock back into my pants, not even bothering to lace them before I ran. I sprinted into the darkness, away from the king’s room, away from the princess and her guards. I had to find a room I could escape to, though.
Once I was out of the escape tunnel, I could just claim I got lost. As I progressed with my lantern leading the way, the path sloped downward, the air growing colder, damper. I saw another grate up ahead, faint light filtering through it. I scrambled towards it, my lungs burning. It looked out onto a street in the capital below. I realized I was no longer in the castle. It made sense. The escape route had to lead somewhere outside. However, if I fled, would I even be able to return?
Unfortunately, this grate was not an escape route. It was welded shut and seemed to be just for airflow. This also made sense. Would a king really put his escape path exit in a place a commoner could just stumble into? I heard the sound of soldiers in armor marching closer. I had to keep going. It was only a short moment later that I found a branch in the path. I didn’t have time to think about it, so I went right. It was only a short walk before I reached a dead end. Rather, there was a ladder leading up to some kind of cellar door. I turned back, but the noises of the marching guards were too close. If I doubled back now, I might even run into them.
With no other choice, I began to climb. The rungs were cold and slimy against my palms, but thankfully, the door was well oiled and opened silently with ease. I peeked out and saw a dark basement. I immediately exited the escape path and closed it behind me. I took a deep breath of relief. However, the guards could still come up here to check, so I needed to leave.
Upon looking around more carefully, I found I was in a cellar, surrounded by shelves of dusty wine bottles and preserved foods. I could hear giggling and the sound of a door opening from directly above me. There was also the sound of music and an occasional moan. This place was some kind of establishment. I crept up the stone stairs, my heart hammering, and peered into the room beyond. It was a bedroom, but it was gaudy and opulent, a stark contrast to the princess’s chamber. The walls were lined with mirrors, and a massive, ornate canopy bed dominated the center of the room with another mirror hanging above it.
I walked over to the other door leading out, slowly opening it just a crack. There I could see into the hallway more clearly. There was a group of women lined up. They were in colorful dresses and wore lots of makeup. A man walked up, looking at each woman before grabbing her hand and then leading her to one of the bedrooms. A say another woman leaves a room, her body slightly disheveled, her makeup smeared, and the guy pulling up his pants. This was a brothel. I was able to tell that much, at least. That’s when I realized a man was leading a girl toward this room. With panic, I fell back and then jumped under the bed.
A moment later, the door to the bedroom opened, and two people stumbled in, laughing. As I positioned myself, my heart pumping so loud I could hear it, I got a view of the two people’s lower halves. They kicked off their shoes, and soon their socks followed. Clothes fell to the floor in a heap after a bit of kissing. They climbed onto the bed, the springs groaning under their weight. Was I really going to have to listen to this pair have sex? As I began to hear grunting and moaning and the creak of the bed, I used the reflections in the mirrors to get a better look.
The man was on his back, and the woman was on her knees, sucking his dick. She pulled his dick out of her mouth, pulling back her hair, and I saw her face for the first time. I bit my hand to keep from gasping. That was because I knew the woman. This was Miss Diane. The king had sent her on a mission, supposedly, so what was she doing here fucking some stranger?