The princess seemed sound asleep, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the tower’s open window. In the centre of her circular walls, on a plinth decorated with fresh flowers, her bed was draped in lace and nets, hiding all but the princess’ shadow.

The large door groaned slowly open, stopping with a creak as a man’s shadow cast into the room. He entered the still, silent chamber with heavy, punctuating footfalls that echoed from the stone walls. His dark, leather boots matched the tailored leather jerkin and the sleek scabbard which hung from his waist.

Wind gusted through the open window, rustling his perfect hair and the nets over the sleeping princess. He ran a hand through his hair, approaching the raised bed as gentle birdsong warmed the room.

The prince grasped the shimmering curtain. Watching the princess’ shapely, sleeping silhouette, he slowly peeled the nets open.

An aura of flowing blonde hair surrounded her, highlighting the finest of facial features. Her jaw line was razor sharp, with chiselled cheekbones. His eyes slid down her slender neck, admiring the gentle swell of her ample breasts, beneath a defined collarbone.

A swathe of delicate red lace lay across her body, failing to hide the slight frame beneath. The two sharp tips of her nipples enticingly steepled the red sheet over her unmistakably full and pert breasts.

A small hand of delicate fingers was draped across her tight torso and a single shapely leg loosely escaped the fine material. Her smooth, closed thighs spared her a little humility, though her tight, supple body lay bare, the curves of her hips hugged by revealing lace. The prince blushed and stared, captivated by her beauty.

Her full, red lips almost seemed pursed and pouting, inviting his kiss. He leaned down to place his lips softly to hers.

“True love’s kiss shall wake the sleeping princess,” he whispered.

Her long eyelashes slowly fluttered open and the prince looked into her bright blue eyes with a smile. He stepped back and allowed her to sit up as the sheets slipped from her body.

“Lady, I…” His voice trailed away as he blushed and turned to look away. “Forgive me.”

Her soft hand took his as she stood over him, without shame, setting him on the bed. The princess leaned down to kiss him softly and her hands grazed across his chest. She stood once more, fingers fumbling with the leather laces of his jerkin. The prince could only stare as she shrugged it from his body and let her hands caress his bare chest.

“Let’s see how true your love is,” she told him, pressing a finger to her lips and lowering to her knees.

Her hands hooked his breeches before he could respond, easing them down to his knees with a sultry smile. A soft palm enveloped his stiffened manhood and slowly stroked while the princess licked her dry lips. Her thumb circled the tip of his shaft, just before he felt the wet heat of her full lips sheathe around him.

The prince was captured within her mouth, paralyzed with pleasure on the delicate red sheets as she tenderly worshipped his aching sex.

The quiet room was filled with the sweet, slick sounds of sucking, interrupted by his grateful groans.

Her lithe fingers slipped through the silken folds of her sex, throughout, bringing small whimpers and moans of pleasure from her. Her moans vibrated through the prince’s swollen shaft. His hips bucked and rolled with need.

Impatient, the princess popped the prince from her lips and, with a final long lick, straightened once more. The prince looked up into her piercing pupils as she straddled him - the engorged, inviting tips of her breasts irresistible to his hungry lips. Seizing her breast between his lips, his tongue swirled over the warm, sensitive flesh as his lips sucked her gently in.

Feminine fingers entwined in his hair, pinning his mouth to her chest, as the princess settled on the length of his manhood. His moans joined hers as she slowly rocked her hips into him, letting him glide through her warm, wet folds. A shift of her hips pressed his tip to her entrance and allowed him to slowly sink into the tight, clenching heat of her sex.

The princess’ hair fell back behind her in a golden wave as she pinched her fingernails into his skin and settled onto him. Her hips shimmied, deliciously filling her sweet slit with him, completely. Their eyes locked as she began to ride, letting her body dance over the prince and his wandering, restless hands. Her pained and pleasure cries filled the room – as he filled her – while she pleaded for more.

Taking him all inside, she worked their bodies rhythmically until at last she shuddered and cried her climax through a cloud of fair, thrashing hair. They kissed again, filled with passion. Her lips peeled from his as she raised herself free of him. She settled once more at his feet and snatched up his slippery shaft. Her tongue lapped up the first taste of herself before her lips ravenously surrounded him once more.

Devouring his length and running it through her hands, the princess looked into his eyes as his hips thrust upwards one last time. Her lips retreated in time to watch the arc of his seed splash across his chest, coating him again and again with every pulse.

The princess stood to lick him diligently clean, tasting his warm, painted skin. She took his hands and raised him up once more, straightening his breeches.

“Perhaps our love is not meant to be,” she told him, ushering him out of the open door.

The prince stammered, breathless, as the door slammed shut and locked rudely behind him.

Slowly, she walked back to her bed and, grabbing a knife, etched another notch into her bedpost, next to the existing dozens she’d collected. Smiling, she licked her lips clean of the latest suitor’s gift.