Princess master 4, p.27
Princess Master 4, page 27
“Which explains why no one from the castle has been able to find you,” Cienna said and nodded.
“I don’t want them to be able to find us tonight,” Rachel giggled. “I’m sure everyone in the kingdom is celebrating, but I don’t want to talk to anyone but the four of you right now. Maybe tomorrow…”
I wasn’t sure what the golden-blonde princess meant by that, but I was starting to get my hopes up.
A moment later, the tower rumbled out of the ground and rose up high above our heads, and I couldn’t wait to get inside.
Jessamine transformed the carpet back into a small square of cloth and tucked it back into her bag, which was now sitting on the ground. Then we all picked up our packs, and I sincerely hoped the walk up the tower’s stairs would be our last hike for a long time.
Rachel led us into the tower, and despite a couple windows that adorned the walls of the stairwell, the steps were almost completely dark. It was easier to climb them when our feet weren’t wet with snow, though, and I held onto the railing as tightly as I could. We climbed up and up until we made it to the top, and I sighed with relief when I saw the door leading to the golden-blonde’s beautiful chambers.
Rachel pushed the door open, and her hair immediately began to grow and glow as it lit the candles scattered around the room. There were so many candles that the room was fairly bright, but it still had a romantic glow. Then she lit a large chandelier hanging above her dining table, and the spell was temporarily broken.
“Thank you so much, Rachel.” Ariana smiled at the freckled princess, and I was glad to see the mermaid was feeling better after her traumatic ride on the carpet. “You’ve been so kind to us.”
“Are you joking?” the golden-blonde snorted. “You’ve done everything in your power to help my kingdom, and I can’t believe Gertha is finally dead after all this time. You brought me out of my tower back into the world, and I’m so grateful. Besides, I got to meet all of you, and you’re so much fun to hang out with. I didn’t even realize how lonely I was until I met you. Not that I don’t love you, of course, Pablo. You’ll always be my favorite, won’t you?”
The chameleon bounced up and down on his tiny legs and swished his tail back and forth, and I was pretty sure he agreed.
“So, even Joe is fun to hang out with?” Jessamine asked in a playful voice. “Do you think--”
“Let’s talk about that after we eat,” Cienna interjected, and she shot her sister-wife a warning look. “What should we feast on, anyway?”
“You said you could make anything, right?” Rachel giggled as she let Pablo out of his bag.
The chameleon skittered away across the floor, and I was afraid for a moment I was going to step on him. So, I kept an eye on his tiny body until he climbed up one of the stone walls, and then I crossed my fingers he’d stay off the ground.
“How do you keep from walking on him?” Jessamine echoed my thoughts. “Aren’t you afraid he’s going to get squished?”
“Pablo is so fast.” Rachel shrugged her shoulders. “He’s quick enough that if he sees your foot coming down on top of him, he can easily get away. It’s probably because he’s enchanted. Anyway, can we get back to the food? I want a steak, and cake, and chocolate, and of course I have my own fruit, but I haven’t had grapes for a while, or oranges, and I’d love the biggest bottle of red wine anyone has ever seen.”
“Chocolate cake is my favorite,” Cienna mumbled as she flopped herself back onto one of the sofas. “I could get by on just that tonight. And the wine, of course.”
“Okay, what can I transform into the food?” Jessamine asked as she stood in Rachel’s small kitchen area and looked around.
“Just use the strawberries,” Rachel yawned, and then she giggled and put a hand over her mouth. “Sorry for yawning, but it just feels so good to be back in my tower. I know I have that whole beautiful castle across the water, but this feels like my home right now, and maybe it will forever. I know I’ll keep going back to the castle and checking in, and I’ll definitely keep in touch with Vincent, and even rule the kingdom again, but do you think I can stay here? Pablo, what do you think?”
The golden-blonde giggled again and let out a tiny snort, and I could tell she was nervous since she was talking so much. I wanted to go over to her, rub her shoulders, and tell her to relax, but we definitely weren’t there yet.
At least, not for the next couple of hours.
Jessamine stood in front of a pile of strawberries Rachel had set out, and my dark-haired wife looked down and stared at the fruit for a moment. Before I knew it, the table was covered in platters of what looked like perfectly cooked filet mignon, the chocolate cake Cienna had suggested, piles of oranges and grapes, more strawberries, and a huge jug of wine.
“You know what I want to go with my steak?” I told Jessamine. “French fries.”
“French… fries?” the dark-haired princess asked in a puzzled tone. “Joe, you know I don’t know what those are.”
“Do you know what frying is?” I asked Jessamine, and she shrugged.
“Kind of…” my raven-haired wife replied. “I have to admit cooking was never one of my specialties.”
“Well, why don’t I try to describe them to you?” I suggested, and I sat down on one of the chairs. “Think of salty, crispy potatoes in long strips with lots of salt. Do you think you can make that?”
“Let me try.” Jessamine thought for a moment, and then a new plate appeared on the table. She’d actually gotten pretty close to the original, and I grabbed a hot, salty handful and stuck them into my mouth.
“Jessamine, these are amazing,” I marveled as I swallowed down the potatoes. They were just the right amount of greasy, and the smell reminded me of home. I felt wistful for a brief moment, but then I thought about how incredible it was that I had a wife who could literally prepare anything I wanted in a blink of an eye, from the best steak to the richest chocolate. “You really know how to treat me right.”
We all sat around the table, though I was really too adrenalized to do much but nibble on the food. The steak was perfectly pink inside, and I could feel the juices running down my chin as I ate.
Rachel had fixed herself a huge plate, and I realized I’d never sat down for a real meal with the golden-blonde before. She hadn’t been lying when she’d said she could eat a ton, and I watched as she filled her plate over and over again.
Cienna just ate cake, as she’d said, and she finally licked the last bit of frosting off her lips and went to lie down on one of the purple and pink couches. Then she laid back with her head against the armrest and sighed with satisfaction.
“Joe, I’m ready for my strawberries now,” the blonde laughed, and I realized I was going to give in to my beautiful wife.
So, I picked up a berry, and I walked over to sit next to Cienna on the couch.
“Make room for me,” I told her, and she scooted her body over so I could sit next to her on the wide, luxurious sofa. Then I took the strawberry and ran it across her full, red lips, and she parted her mouth sensuously and opened it just wide enough to bite off the tip of the fruit.
“That’s sooo yummy,” Cienna mumbled as she stared me directly in the eyes. “Everything tastes more delicious when you feed it to me, Joe.”
A slight stirring began below my waist, and I groaned internally. I wanted to fuck my wives so bad, but I wasn’t sure what to do about Rachel. I snickered at the thought of asking her to leave so we could use her bed, but that was, of course, the last thing I wanted to happen.
“I… I think I need some more wine,” Rachel gulped as if she’d read my mind. She poured herself a large tumbler full and took a sip, and when I looked over at her, she caught my eye for a moment before she blushed and looked away.
“Is there room for me on the sofa?” Jessamine asked, and she walked over to where Cienna and I had settled. The raven-haired beauty laid down with her head on the opposite headrest and intertwined her legs with her sister-wife’s, and then she looked down and started to giggle. “I can’t believe we’re still wearing these silly outfits. They made the walk easier, but talk about not being, well, you know.”
“Sexy?” Ariana chuckled, and I saw a hot flush rise up from the nape of her neck to her cheeks. “They aren’t the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, I have to admit.”
“I bet Joe wants us to wear dresses,” Cienna said in a sultry tone, and she looked up at me from behind her dark eyelashes.
“I have a whole closet full of dresses, as you know,” Rachel chirped as if she were trying to change the subject. “They’re all purple, which you’ve already seen, of course. Do you guys think I need to have more of a selection? I’ve worn purple my entire life, but maybe I could wear blue, or red, or any other color. Maybe I could be a chameleon, like Pablo! I wonder if my magic could do that, or maybe yours, Jessamine. That would be fun--”
“Rachel, I mean this in the kindest way possible,” Cienna said from behind her closed eyelids as her impossibly long eyelashes laid against her cheeks, “but you need to relax, sweetie.”
“I’m sorry, you know I get nervous,” the golden-blonde sighed. “Anyway, why were we talking about dresses? Like I said, you’re welcome to borrow anything you want. Pablo, could you please come over here?”
I saw the small chameleon run across the room and up onto her shoulder, and Rachel began to pet him as she typically did when she was anxious. I knew there was no way she could not be feeling the sexual energy in the room, and it was impossible for me to read her.
“Rachel, I’m not sure you’d like what we’d do to your dresses,” Jessamine said with a mysterious smile on her lips. “It’s just kind of Joe’s thing, after we’ve fought a big battle. He likes to see us all dressed up…”
“Well, you know I think you’re hot every second of every day,” I told my dark-haired wife. “You even look cute in these colorful pants things, and I can’t wait to--”
I cut myself off and looked at Rachel, who was staring down at the table and fidgeting with a stem of grapes.
“I don’t think we need to worry about clothing,” Ariana replied, and then she blushed even brighter when she realized what she’d said. “I mean, we don’t need to change into anything else, do we?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind, even if it’s not a fancy dress,” Cienna admitted. “I just got so sweaty today.”
“What would make you comfortable, Rachel?” Jessamine asked. “What do you usually wear when you’re alone in your tower?”
“Ummm, I can’t really say,” the golden-blonde replied as a hot-pink flush spread up under her freckles. “I don’t want to embarrass you…”
“I don’t think we can be embarrassed,” Cienna laughed. “We’ve pretty much heard and seen it all. Is it lingerie, or what?”
“Uh, sometimes I don’t wear anything at all,” Rachel said in a voice so quiet I could barely hear her.
I couldn’t believe she’d actually admitted that, but the three of us all sat up and stared at her briefly before we glanced around at each other.
Ariana had sat down on the couch opposite the one where Cienna, Jessamine, and I were hanging out, and she patted the space next to her.
“Rachel, why don’t you come sit next to me?” the mermaid suggested. “You’ll at least be more comfortable than you are on that hard wooden chair.”
“No, I’m okay for now,” the freckled princess muttered, and I wasn’t sure it would have been possible for her cheeks to turn any redder. “Anyway, I love these chairs. If you can believe it, I can do wood carvings, too, and I’ve made a lot of my own furniture, and I think I do a pretty good job. I cook, and I sew, and I make furniture, and I play with Pablo, and I keep myself pretty busy up here…”
I looked at Cienna and grinned, because I wasn’t sure Rachel could possibly talk about anything less relevant to the situation at hand. The blonde rolled her eyes and mouthed something at me, but I couldn’t hear her, so I bent down so she could speak into my ear.
“Joe… how are we going to get her to calm down?” my blonde wife whispered. “I know the rest of all want to fuck so bad, and I hate the idea of waiting until later, but we can’t just completely take over her tower…”
Then, while my head was bent down, I saw something glowing bright gold out of the corner of my eye. I immediately looked up, and I realized Rachel’s hair had grown several feet longer and began to drape itself over me and my wives, from Jessamine, Cienna, and me on this sofa to Ariana on the other couch. Its touch was slow and sensual, and I gasped a little when I felt the golden strands wind their way across my legs and over my cock.
I glanced over at Rachel, and I saw she had her face buried in her hands. Then she looked over at me and my wives with huge eyes.
“I’m sooo sorry,” the golden-blonde princess groaned. “It just, I guess my hair has a mind of its own sometimes. I don’t even know what it's trying to do right now…”
“Rachel, can you feel what it’s doing?” I asked. I laid back on the couch so my head was next to Cienna’s, and I continued to enjoy the sensation of the golden locks caressing me.
“Um, I guess it’s kind of like hands, and I can sort of feel what it’s doing…” the freckled princess trailed off, and then she shook her head. “Okay, I have to admit I’m lying. I can totally feel what it’s doing, which is why I said I’m sorry. I don’t mean for it to be… doing that. It seriously isn’t my idea, and I know you were talking about the bonding ceremony, and I really don’t want to do that tonight, I still need you to know that. I just don’t know what’s going on, or what to do about it. Maybe I need to go outside…”
“Rachel, sweetie, please, it’s okay,” Jessamine said as she, Cienna, and I sat up and looked at the bright red princess. “Please don’t go outside, because we’ll stop. I know I joke around a lot, but I would never, ever actually try to pressure you into something you didn’t feel like doing.”
“I understand,” the golden-blonde sighed. “I just… can’t seem to get my hair to quit.”
We all watched as the hair twined its way between Jessamine and Ariana’s legs and ran up their bodies sensuously. It encircled their breasts and twirled around their nipples, and the two princesses both looked turned on and a little stressed out.
“You know, Rachel…” Cienna began, and she bit her lip as if she wasn’t sure she should say anything. “Fuck it, I’m just going to tell you this. I made love to Joe for the first time before we bonded. One thing doesn’t necessarily have to do with the other. We can just have fun, and that would be okay, too.”
“Okay…” Rachel said in a voice so low I could barely hear her, and I could practically see the gears turning behind her emerald eyes. “That might be alright. It’s just… been a really long time. I’m not even sure I know what to do anymore. That’s quite embarrassing, right?”
“I understand,” Ariana spoke up with a kind smile. “I think we all understand. None of us had made love for a long time before we spent time with Joe, and in fact, I was basically a virgin. But Joe can be very slow, and very gentle…”
“But I don’t even know how to… approach you,” the golden-blonde replied to my mermaid wife. “My hair is going crazy, and I’m over here, and you’re over there, and I feel like once I come over, things are going to get so weird, and I’m going to be awkward, just like I always am, and maybe Joe doesn’t even like me…”
“Joe likes you a lot,” Cienna laughed, and she nudged me in the ribs. “Isn’t that right, Joe? Why don’t you tell her for yourself?”
“Rachel…” I wasn’t even sure how to begin. “You’re one of the most incredible women I’ve ever seen, and I love your personality. You’re so much fun to be around, and I just… well, I’m just going to admit it. I want you so bad right now.”
“Wow, okay.” Rachel looked at me directly with her huge, green eyes. “I don’t think anyone has ever said anything like that to me before, to be honest. I don’t want to talk about my former husband because it doesn’t seem appropriate, but he barely gave me the time of day. He never told me I was beautiful, and he didn’t ever care if I felt good or not. Not even a little bit.”
I saw her lip tremble, but she managed to hold it together as she sighed and rested her head on her chin. I could tell she wanted to come over to us, but I wasn’t sure how to get her to relax more.
“Just come sit by me,” Ariana suggested. “Maybe I can rub your back, and that will help you feel better.”
“Okay,” Rachel sighed. “I suppose I could do that.”
The golden-blonde finally got up from her chair and settled herself down next to Ariana. The redhead tentatively put an arm around her, and Rachel was stiff at first, but then she snuggled up to the mermaid and laid her head in her lap.
Rachel’s hair shrank back up until it was just long enough to fall down from the sofa to the floor, and Ariana ran a gentle hand across her forehead and pushed the golden strands out of her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” the redhead murmured. “You really are, Rachel.”
“I have an idea,” Jessamine said as she leaned up onto her elbow. “I think whatever happens tonight, we should start by making Rachel feel good. I think everything should be about her at the beginning. We should kiss her, and hold her, and touch her…”
“Rachel, you’re shivering,” Ariana murmured with a smile, and she ran a hand down the front of the golden-blonde’s shirt to her round breast.
I heard Rachel gasp, and she reached up and clasped Ariana’s hand with her own.
“That feels good,” the golden-blonde mumbled. “Another thing, though… I’ve never been touched by a woman before. Is that embarrassing?”
“Of course not,” Ariana reassured her, and I thought the gentle redhead was the best person to ease her into what we were doing. “Doing new things is, well, you’ll see.”
The redhead bent down and gave Rachel the softest kiss on the lips, and I heard the freckled princess moan slightly. My stiff cock was virtually pulsating by this point, and Cienna clearly noticed, because she reached one hand down to stroke me through my pants.
