t face="times new roman,times" size="3">I rose and returned two acknowledging knocks.  Two hard knocks followed.  They wanted me present, not Dakota.  I responded with two more acknowledgement knocks and went back to the Queen. 

“Let’s move you to your bed.”  I rubbed my hands under her arms and lifted her torso up.  Helping her to her feet, I picked her Royal Garments up from the ground and laid them on top her bed sheets.  Dakota left to her washroom to wipe down her sweat.

I opened the door, walked out, and closed it behind me.  I was so embarrassed; the one amazingly cute sentry just had to be the one standing outside to hear that.  The first thing out of his mouth was a preprogrammed question in any event of hearing anything remotely odd from the young master’s quarters.

“Is the Queen alright?”

“She’s fine, thank you.”  He then waved is arm down the hallway where one of the Prince’s guards awaited me.  No one without extreme reasons was ever permitted in close proximity to Dakota’s quarters.  Security was one reason, a situation such as the one the two sentries had just heard then was another.  I proceeded to the guard.

As we walked down the hall to the Prince, the guard began ranting to me.

“My young master as been brutally mistreated by your prison system.”

“He was seen as a commoner and admitted to nothing, he mentioned nothing of who he was.  He was treated as one who would disrespect the Queen and her empire so close after an attempted usurp.  Only few brave enemies would do something as foolish, and no allies.  I would even call in question his loyalty to our treaty; entering our empire on false pretenses to gain access to our prison systems.  If he were any lower in your social system, we might have held him under conditions that he was a spy.” 

I could not believe what I had just said.  Never had I been so bold.  I liked the Prince.  But my power must have been rising to my head; I had to protect myself, the empire, the Queen.

The guard seemed to fall back a bit in surprise as to what I had just said as well.

“So just that you know, and against my master’s wishes, the Prince was using a false shell to project his true image to onlookers, you would not recognized him were you to see him in his true physical form now, his wounds are so deep and grotesque.  He does not wish your master to know her empires own brutality.”

“I would see it only fit then, that you keep your young master’s wish and not put your own loyalty into question by holding your tongue a bit better.”  Living among such high class people for my entire life apparently did leave its mark on me.  It did not help that I flat out was offended from the tone in that man’s voice.  He seemed rather accusing.

The last bit of the walk was silent.

“And this must be the most beautiful Confidant to the most captivating, Queen Dakota,” were Prince Elijah’s meeting words with me as he bowed.  I bowed back a bit speechless.  “You have a very wise Queen indeed, I only wish my father and mother would have provided me with such a companion through my upbringing.”

“I thank you most highly,” I responded, unsure of what to say.

“To get to my explanation, I merely broke free from my sleepy guards to watch as your Princess was crowned Queen.  I had heard that she was the most beautiful Princess in the history of your empire and was not about to miss a chance to see her.  At the bowing, I simply chose not to bow for it is not in any law that one royalty should bow to another.  When your sentries came to take me, I thought that an adventure was about due for me so I said nothing.”

He was of the most peculiar sort.  Among the most handsome men I have ever seen with the self defined freedom of a child and a strange masochistic love of the unforeseen.

“In all respects young lord,” a guard responded, “it is not that our nation’s Royal Guards are so unskilled, but is that you are possibly the most powerful of all the Mages, and with such power, it has always been a child’s game to you in your containment.”

“My parents are so hypocritical,” the Prince began.  “They tell me to begin exploring the women of my choosing to find a potential bride, but they let not me seek outside our small borders.  At the hearing of the most beautiful of anything, I had to come and investigate.  And in seeing your young Queen, I do think that the rumors of her are most unjust, for she is not merely the most beautiful of your Royal Kin, but the most beautiful of all the planet.”

I could not believe what I was hearing.  The Prince, a Prince, a man of such captivation; saying such things about my Queen.  I was in shock; I was speechless.  So much so fast, all of this made me feel feeble, weak; I was doing no justice to my title, my empire, my Queen.

“Oh,” the Prince sprung as he had just remembered something.  He took his time though in enlightening us in what it was.  “I heard your conversation as you and my guard walked here, you are indeed a loyal and wise leader to your empire.  And for my guards, I am truly sorry for the show, in my jail time, I had to display such a progressively worsening shell to provide my captors with purpose.  When I was presented to the Queen, I was simply lost in my passion for the role I played and projected a new shell over my old one.  Your empire is quite harsh on traitors, but I see that is all for good reason.  For you and your Highest’s comfort, I was not injured in the slightest, though no worries, all Mages are not so powerful as I, many would have displayed some of such punishment.”

His words sent chills down my spine. 

“May I speak with you privately?” I asked immediately.  Prince Elijah waved his guards out.  They left as swift and quietly as the wind.

“How far can you hear?”   Did he here Dakota in her bedroom? 

“I can hear no further than any other man, it was from an untraceable enchantment I placed on all my guards when I met them that allowed me to hear through his own ears.  It’s a skill very few Mages possess, one which I mastered at an early age to escape my constant watch at the slightest whim.  You need to fear nothing, I cannot do such to your kind, only to mine, them which emit the small magic skin around them which will hold enchantments.”

I knew the last part, it was one of the few advantages our kind held against theirs.  It was my job to know every weakness of every enemy and ally alike; that kind of information is not used in any regard to discriminate against the two races.

Most interestingly though, I had also heard the stories of this Prince and his powers.  He was indeed strong; one of the strongest in many and many generations of their whole people.  He was awaited with great interests to become the next leader of their nation, of their race. 

Rarely do Princes marry at such a young time though, yet his King and Queen were encouraging such thoughts at his age, only nineteen.  I have only heard of the sort in teaching young men responsibility.  Maybe they figured that he would settle down with a wife and stop running about with no discipline.  But an infatuation with Dakota would prove troublesome. 

I’ve heard only too many times of the third highest law of their race, the law that prohibited any sort of devoted interest in a different raceman.  Elite teams of mage guards were permitted on rare occasions to suppress and retrieve offenders of that law in our land.  Our empire only let such incursions take place to keep the peace; ripping a Mage from his loved one would most certainly turn violent, and to prevent casualties on either side which would only arise in international tensions, we let them deal with their own kind under strict guidelines.  The most horrible death the Mage lords could devise awaited offenders back at their capital city.  None of such atrocities have happened in my lifetime that I remember.

I did not know if it would be wise to let such an important man become any closer to such an important girl.

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s new roman,times" size="3">“Why won’t his guards permit his presence with me again?  We have only met once.  I don’t understand, just because he likes me.  He’s their Prince, do they hold no respect for him?”

“You will be granted one last meeting with him tomorrow morning as you two journey and separate just beyond Shangon,” the city just north of the palace.

“Hmmph… Will you sleep with me tonight, I don’t feel like being alone now.”

“As you wish.”

“Don’t say that, say yes or no.  You’re not my servant, you’re as equal to me as possible.”

“I would never pass up a night with you.  You make every sleep interesting to the most extreme.”

“They would be even better if you could come into my dreams with me.  You think I could sneak a kiss on the cheek with Prince Elijah tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best to block any attempts to prevent one.”

We both giggled before I left to wash up as Dakota began undressing to change into her night garments.  Or that was what I had assumed.  I walked from her washroom and found her sitting on her sheets in the nude, waiting for me.

“Someone is expecting an exceptional night I see.”

“If only you could come inside my mind and join me.”  Dakota had an exceptional power to block one thought and focus on another at the slightest whim.  With it, she was almost always happy.

I pulled the sheets out as Dakota scooted back, rolling up to her pillows.  She slipped under the covers at the same speed as I climbed under them. 

“Can you hold me, so maybe I’ll dream that he’s holding me nice and tight.”

I scooted the front of my body into the back of her young naked flesh and wrapped my arms around hers, squeezing into her chest.  Holding the young naked Queen so close in my arms felt somehow comforting.  Her warm breathing skin clutched against mine. 

The past few days had been stressful and sometimes angering for both of us.  Testing my new duties as the Queens virtual double, I felt alone most of the time.  My new power rose me above everyone else that used to talk to me, and I frequently found myself spending less and less time with Dakota.  The people whom I spoke to now were all very powerful and incredibly intimidating.  Now though, I laid in bed with the Queen herself, my best friend, in her most vulnerable form in my arms, curled into my body.  Like the nights that had long ago passed by, I drifted into sleep with ease and complete comfort.

I walked from Dakota’s washroom drying under a towel.  With the thick fluffy fabric tied around my waist, I looked around for Dakota. 

“Oh my goodness!” I turned my back, in embarrassment, toward the sentry that walked into the doorway from the entry room.  Then something clicked in my mind.  I turned my head to him while lifting my arm to cover my breast.  My body leering to the wall but my face looking behind me, I demanded to know why he was in there.

“You’re here,” Dakota jumped in delight after emerging from behind the sentry.

“What?”

“You’re in my dream.” 

I thought it through, that had to be it.  Prince Elijah came trudging around the corner being drug by Dakota pulling at his arm. 

“I always knew you liked that sentry.  You two always look at each other funny.”  She was referring to the taller of the two sentries that most often stood guard at her door.

The sentry began walking toward me.  I looked back at the wall and immediately felt his hand on my shoulder.  I looked back in surprise and found him shirtless right behind me.  He wore a baggy, light-weighted, and silky black pair of pants which melted into his hard black leather boots.  His chest had more grooves than I had ever seen in a man.  If he had wished too, he could effortlessly toss my entire body across the room into Dakota’s bed with only one arm.  They did not choose Dakota’s Sentry’s lightly. 

No older than twenty-two years, this man had been trained from birth to protect and serve.  He could individually manipulate any and all muscles in his body to best do whatever he pleased.  If this was not a dream, things would be much different.  But it was a dream, I could feel the difference, and actions held no consequences.  I was still questioning though whether that was the real Dakota or just my imagination making her up.  All I knew for sure was that this seemed to be the type of dreams Dakota did have and the kind that I didn’t. 

The sentry wrapped his left arm down my chest and set his head on my shoulder.  His other muscular arm reached down under my limp right hand and over my belly.  Slowly, he circled my belly button with the pads of his fingers.  I was about to explode.  I didn’t know how Dakota stayed asleep in these dreams.  I didn’t know how I was.  My mind was going crazy; how could I not be over-stimulating it into waking up.

The sentry gently pressed his hand down my belly to the towel.  Ever so slowly, his fingers moved from my skin to tense the towel into eventually unraveling.  It fell to the ground.  It left me completely naked in the arms of a man trained to kill, a man with at the incidental twitch of one of those rock hard muscles, my body would be snapped like a twig.  But he was so incredibly gentle. 

Hovering his fingers just above my vagina, he just barely stimulated my sexual organ.  He moved in a bit.  A bit more.  Then I felt those boiling, hard, fingers sift through my pubic hairs onto the lips of my virgin cave.  They melted into the lubricant swelling out of my crack. 

His hips pressed against my back, just above my butt cheeks.  The steam radiating from the cylindrical organ pressing into my spine almost pushed me to die in lust.  The sensation of his hard fingers just grazing the surface of my vagina was so incredible in itself.  What would something so incredibly hot and large feel like going into my inexperienced slit?  The pulsing of his heart could be felt through that single organ.  His life was flowing through it.  His life was giving all it had to me. 

 I love you so much mother for the descriptions you have ingrained in my mind.  Without such, this dream would merely be a fuzzy description of what I’ve learned in books I’ve read.

The sentry’s entire hand cupped itself over my vaginal bulge and slowly slid further and further back under my butt cheeks to grip my leg.  My body rose off the ground as if I was floating.  I hovered in bliss all the way to the bed.  As falling through a cloud, I slowly came to rest on Dakota’s bed.  Dakota laid to my right mimicking me in position and nudity. 

Prince Elijah sat down by Dakota’s feet.  Slowly, he was working his way up her inner legs, taking in the pure scent of her perfect skin, massaging as he rose, the tissue underneath into extra tenderness.

Above me, the unnamed sentry began climbing onto the bed, completely naked.  His large penis hung below him.  Mother had only described this organ to me.  I did not know what was big or small but this particular one looked too big.  The biggest thing I had ever had inside me was two fingers; this thing surpassed such with amazing ease.  I was scared but anticipating.  Almost ironically, I thought that if anyone were to wake me at this moment, they would have hell to pay; something Dakota had frequently fought with me about.

Dakota screamed in moaning.  I looked down to catch Prince Elijah with his mouth over the Queen’s vagina.  I looked to her face and found her staring at me with the biggest smile on her face and her eyes about to fall out of her head. 

The sentry fell over me and pushed his lips to mine.  He dug his arms under my armpits and pressed his hands to either side of my head. 

My own mouth exploded in strings of random vowels as I felt the boiling pipe enter my body.  My organs moved to the sides and bowed at his entrance.  He was shifting everything in my hips to accommodate him.  More pleasure than I have ever felt flooded my body.  I grabbed with my right hand for Dakota.  I needed something, anything to touch and transfer this amazing feeling into.  It was too much.  There was no pain like mother had said there would be.

I couldn’t see Dakota but I felt her hand grab mine.  The sentry, slowly pumping his life form into my body, held my dizzy head still as he played with my tongue under his own.

Dakota pulled my hand down and pressed it against her tummy.  I felt her belly button.  My hand was pushed further down.  Further.  Further.  Then I felt her incredibly taut vaginal lips being ripped open by the same object that now drove itself in and out of me.  Her vagina was soaking in her lubrication.  I wrapped my fingers around the penis invading the entry of my best friend’s vagina, and just felt the soaking texture of it slip through them. 

I had never thought of Dakota actually having sex.  She was young.  She talked about sexual fantasies all the time but almost none involved actual sexual intercourse, and the ones that did, seemed just too surrealistic.

A growing feeling in my body began taking a hold of me.  Moaning into the mouth of this amazing man, laying under him, we both being completely naked; in the pure flesh, as he jammed his penis in and out of me repeatedly, it was all getting to me.  Every time he pushed into me, he pushed something into me; more pleasure.  It was all going into my womb.  My womb wasn’t big.  At any moment, I could feel that it would be too much and my filled cavern would explode with amazing force down my vaginal canal, over his penis, and blow up outside of my body. 

Dakota was moaning so loud next to me.

She began screaming.  It was the most pleasurable scream I had ever heard.  I could not hold back any longer. 

The sentry’s mouth stopped playing inside mine and he thrust one last time as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. 

“Ooooooooooooh!”  I had never felt something like it.  A boiling hot liquid shot inside of my organs.  It splashed all over the place.  It came and came, again and again.  My womb contracted and I exploded all my pleasure into his penis.  The muscles in my vagina squeezed and sucked his shaft into me.  They wanted more of his hot liquid.  I could still feel the liquid oozing into my body.  It was melting into my being; it was so hot, so thick.

The orgasm pouring out of my body began slowing.  The organ inside of me blocked it from escaping all at once.  It poured out fast and ferociously but with a steadily slowing pace. 

The sentry lifted his head from my mouth.  I looked over to Dakota.  She was so very close to passing out in paradised pleasure.  Her nude body was dripping with sweat. 

“See, you should come in my dreams more often,” she said while gasping for air.

The two men above withdrew their organs at the same time.  The feeling became dull as I felt a bit empty.  They got up off the bed.  I leaned over to Dakota.  She rolled onto her side.  I grabbed her and went to hug her.  It just felt right.  We pulled our bodies to hug each other.  The cum from our too lovers slowly pulsed from our vaginas as they rubbed together.  The two semens mixed between our bodies.

Dakota pulled away a little and looked down between us.  I followed suit.  A smeared blob of the two men’s cum drew between our two vaginas, dangling down into the air.  Dakota giggled a little.  So did I.

Then Dakota started shaking a little.  I didn’t know why. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Then she began shaking more violently.  She wouldn’t stop.  I tried holding her body still but she was moving too much.

“What’s wrong Dakota?” I cried.

Then she began yelling.  Something was wrong.  What?

“Dakota?” I yelled.  I began screaming for help. 

“Heeelp, heeelp!!” I screamed over and over.  “Help!”

The two men were gone.  It was just Dakota and I.  “Heeelp!”

I could run to the door and bang four times.  Would she be alright if I left her alone?  “Heelp!  Somebody please Help!”

This was all a dream, how was I suppose to wake up.  How do I wake up?   “Please Help!”

Please wake up.  Just wake up.  I’ll do anything, anything.  Please God, I’ll do anything.  “help.”

I woke up gripping Dakota’s body as she flipped about in the bed.

“Help, Help, I Need Help, HEEEELP!”

n my own mother in such a way. Dakota under the wishes of mother to remain employed, promoted her to a royal advisor. She claimed to the council that her knowledge of the royal family in all its history and current policy, would provide the current advising court with great wisdom and intellect. I don’t think that Dakota herself worded it like so but that was how the council inducted her.

After that issue was solved, Dakota no longer wanted to live with me as her servant. She knew that I wished most to work for her and knew that with my knowledge, indeed it would be best for me to work for her rather than just play as a friend. She went to the council and demanded that I be promoted to the head advisor. Both the council and I protested. The council for I was too young and inexperienced; I for not wanting to be directly over mother.

Dakota was determined though and began investigating everybody in the palace about me. I learned of this from the servants claiming that I was in trouble with the Princess. It wasn’t until a sentry approached me after such a confrontation and informed me that there was no worry. Dakota was determining my strengths, what I did for her when I was not directly with her. Dakota never told me about it, I learned all I knew of it from that one sympathetic sentry at that one time.

I knew that Dakota was waiting, when she was crowned Queen, she would promote me to something that she knew that the council would never let her do under their power, I just hoped that she would respect my one wish of not putting me over mother.

I walked onto the palaces main balcony upon the third floor. It was a bit higher than the third floor of an average commoners house (that is if one were to have three floors), the palace floors were very tall and grand. I looked out to the front yard and saw a sea of people; there were more people than I had ever seen. The lead sentry following me reported that there were and estimated twenty-five thousand people currently on royal grounds to watch the crowning, with another forty thousand people in the neighbor city.

“Ninety percent won’t even be able to make out the shape of the balcony, why?” I asked.

“Many for pride in just being present for such an event, and many for fear that they would be questioned for not showing their support,” the sentry replied.

I looked to my left and right and could not even count the number of sentries lined shoulder to shoulder from one end to the other on a balcony that stretched the length of the Royal Palace. There where at least a thousand more between the people and the palace itself on the ground. The twenty five thousand people were broken into gigantic squares leaving a narrow grid to lace the land. Sentries marched in units of six, one pair after the other, down the lines of the grid, the lead sentry yelling into a enormous cone magnifying his or her voice.

“What are they saying?” I asked.

“At crowning of the Princess, great flags will be raised over the palace and horns will sound, at this time, all will bow. Not even the new Queen will be able to protect you if you do not bow at this time for it is the last show of total power in the council that she shall not pardon any who disobey this one act of respect,” he said.

“That is not true, the council has no such power after Princess Dakota is crowned. They can have such offenders punished but they cannot prevent the Queen from pardoning.”

“It is merely a scare tactic to suppress those who believe that such a young Queen would be sympathetic and easy to sway.” I shrugged what he said away. I was still in awe of the people. So many people, and they were all here for my master, my best friend, the one who sees me as her older sister.

“What you see is not even half the protection in place,” the head sentry boasted to me. His bragging would probably be right too. If you wanted to wipe the government clean from the empire, targeting the palace now would be the best time. The entire council was there, the new Queen, all her advisors, and everybody who was anybody in the government. Not to mention, royal subjects from three other nations were present for the inauguration. But with seeing about two thousand royal sentries that day, and that only being half of the protection, plus the addition of about twenty-five thousand supporters in the immediate vicinity, one would need an unimaginably large army.

Though as the day played out, no discrepancies followed through except one, one which we did not learn of until several days later.

The council did find another discrepancy though, but not too many people count that. Queen Dakota pronounce me as the Royal Confidant, a position that she decided to make up. I think that she should have come to me first for a better name but it wasn’t the worst title one could be given by a fourteen year old girl. It was much like the head advisor but a bit different in that it was completely separated from the advising court and it basically placed me on an equal pedestal to the Queen.

The way she tried describing it to me, it sounded a lot like being a Vice President to a President in a democratic nation. I had only learned of such government from ancient texts of our origin, people here and now had too much love for power to attempt such a feat.

After fumbling long enough with an explanation, Dakota just gave up and told me to do whatever I wanted and I would have the power to do it. I just basically outranked everybody in the empire except her. She did word it though that I would use the advisors as she did, so I wasn’t directly over mother but worked with her as an advisor, or simply put, as a mother.

It was four days after the crowning when our first international situation arose. The nation of Sydnee sent four infuriated representatives.

Sydnee was a nation of mages, the only nation of mages. They were small but powerful. They never really played a large role in any documented historical events unless they were threatened. Generally, they kept to themselves, but they were always glad to help those of us who lacked their abilities. It made international relations less shaky when the occasional rouge mage became a bit power hungry and began playing with our kind.

At the crowning of Queen Dakota, approximately twenty-five thousand minus one people bowed to the new ruler. The one was taken and imprisoned as expected and with no telling of the Queen, the council’s way of having her not intervene. Now four Royal Mage Guards were demanding that their prince be set free.

Dakota, after hearing that her people had imprisoned the prince of an allied nation, turned infuriated. The mages had wanted a response but found the one Dakota presented a bit too extreme. They attempted in calming her.

“The young master has done such things before, and from the scout sent to follow his escape, he was dressed as a mere commoner so it would be easy to mistake him for one.”

The mages were let to stay in the Palace as long as they pleased, by Dakota’s ruling. By night, the prisoner had arrived.

I stood to the right of Dakota as the Prince was presented. Prince Elijah. At nineteen, he looked amazing wearing the royal garments brought for him by his guards. Too amazing; he did not look as if coming from a prison. I knew he had been bathed beforehand but a sentry had told me to expect the worst. They had thought him a supporter of the attempted usurp and treated him no less.

It was the first time his guards, Dakota, or I had seen him that day and we were all amazed at his perfection. Dakota was taken to a whole different world while looking at him.

Dakota had chosen to change into her royal garments for the arrival of the Prince. She was said to be the most beautiful Princess and then Queen in the Kalla’s history, and in her royal garments, her beauty was multiplied by three.

It was constructed of magnificent pure white and thick cotton clothes, layered onto her body as if they grew from her shoulders as naturally as a flower’s pedals. In platinum laced silk, bold swirling designs decorated the cloth with empirical beauty. Her royal shoulder blade length hair fell down her back, and only the slightest of drag in the gown beset the floor behind her. A mere finger would be all that one could press under the front of her garment and the floor.

Dakota didn’t wear it often because it restricted her movement for running around the palace. She wore it outside the palace and for important guests only. When she did sport it though, she loved every minute of it. It was heavy enough to make her feel safe but when she wore it, it was all she wore. After a day of visiting the public, she would push the gown off her with incredible speed and jump her naked body onto her bed and begin releasing all the built up pleasure she gained throughout the day. She loved the feeling of being completely nude in public under a single loose fitting gown.

I could only imagine how she was now dying at the sight of the Prince in front of her. Such a man standing before her in all his majesty and she was in the nude under that garment. All he would have to do would be put each hand on her shoulders and pull the cloth straight up over her limp arms; she would be completely naked and at his mercy. I looked over and could easily see that Dakota was dying in the room with so much potential but no release.

Prince Elijah was a bit taller than the average man and his showing muscles were very tone. I did notice that his four guards looked outraged beyond description but held it in as best they could. They saw something in him that Dakota and I did not see.

The Prince walked before Dakota and knelt to one knee and waited for her to raise her hand. Slowly in shock from about to be touched by such a man, she lifted her hand.

Raising her arms had always teased Dakota more. As her arm lifted, the large opening for her wrist dropped down bringing a cool draft into her garment directly into contact with her budding nipple. If angled correctly, one could easily look up the dark tunnel to meet the view of the young Queen’s budding breast. I believe at least two young boys were graced with such an honor; a pity though that they were too young to appreciate it.

At a low angle toward the Prince, Dakota moved her arm meeting it with his hand. Prince Elijah gently took hold of her hand and honorably kissed the back of it.

For a girl as sexually excitable as her, Dakota was probably afraid to move. Her vaginal bulge had probably dripped a few drops onto the ground by now, consisting of a mixture of sweat and her natural forming lubricant, spilling from the slit.

“I would truly love to speak with you, your highest,” the Prince spoke as he moved up from kneeling, “but I feel that my Royal Guards wish my private presence immediately.”

“You may send for me whenever you are ready,” Dakota replied as coolly as she could.

The Prince bowed and turned to leave. Dakota looked to me, then to the floor below her. I understood. She turned and took a step forward. I casually took a step behind her, placing my foot on the slight drag in her gown and rubbed it into the floor absorbing any liquids.

If she would have had her legs closed, it would have only run down her leg, but then again, she would have probably lost balance at the sight of the Prince.

Quickly, I followed her to her room. One of the guarding sentries saw us speedily marching toward Dakota’s quarters and raced to unlock the door. I stepped before the Queen and pushed the heavy door open. Dakota sprang in and I shut the door quickly and locked it.

Dakota had little more patients. She squirmed her arms into her sleeves while in the small front room and pushed the garment over her head with incredible speed. The heavy fabric fell to the ground by the wall as she dropped to the floor immediately and drove the palm of her hand between her legs. Her knees flew into the air as she outstretched her legs to their furthest. Her young nude body laid on the floor as she panted insanely while pushing her arm’s muscles between her legs.

She pulled back her palm and replaced it with her fingers, sliding them rapidly with immense pressure over her slit. She pulled back once more and then pushed forward driving her small middle finger into her slit.

A very long stream of Os and As radiated from her mouth. In and out, she repeatedly drove her single finger through her organ’s opening. She didn’t care how loud she was. Her barely visible breasts puffed in and out rapidly from her breathing.

Her almost screaming tone seemed to do little justice to the pleasure she was showing in her face. Her eyes were closed and air shot with amazing speeds in and out of her small throat as her finger pounded inside her tiny hole.

Dakota’s voice began to break as the piling sweat from her chest rolled to her back and melted into the carpet. The young naked female body below my eyes squirmed and shuddered as she rode on the brink of orgasm. Her screams and pants echoed through the occupying entry room. Her tiny legs shivered back and forth, squeezed her thumping hand deeper into her near convulsing organ.

Then her back arched high into the air as her eyes scrunched even tighter shut and her hips began bucking back and forth. Her screams broke into spurts with the movement of her hips. I could only admire as the muscles in her young virgin vagina pounded and squeezed back in victory onto the invading thrashing finger inside.

She looked about to faint when finally her back fell to the ground and her eyes sprang open with her lone finger holding still inside of herself.

Her stomach panted up and down as she stared up at me.

“Do everything in your power to keep that Prince here,” was all she could squeeze out of her throat.

I grabbed a clean handkerchief from an end table and knelt down to Dakota’s hips. I gently took hold of her hand and slowly slurped it out of her tiny soaking crack. Pushing it to the side, I gently massaged between her legs with the napkin to absorb her body’s fluids. Her small panting tummy slowed gradually as her young naked form laid exhausted on the carpet.

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