Fantasy #1

Before I begin my tale, I must introduce myself. I was born Lady Sylvia Theresa Laura Carwicke. I was the eldest daughter of the 5th Earl of Morlington, who also carried the titles Viscount Sunderlea and Baron Carwicke. The barony was created with an allowance for males or females to hold it, while Sunderlea could only be held by a male. When I was eleven, my father decided that I should become the Baroness Carwicke.

While I was gangly and awkward as a girl, I blossomed into a lady of medium stature, curved where it was important. My carrot-colored hair darkened to auburn. My breasts had become rather large, while maintaining their firmness. I was rather bookish, and I could not shake the habit even into my adolescence.

When I came out as a debutante, I had quite a few requests for my hand...even from the Prince of Wales. I was not interested. I had been studying linguistics and the classics for a long time, and I wished to become a teacher and translator. I had a gift for languages. My vocation took me all over Europe, into Asia, and even to the Polynesian Islands.

My father became terminally ill, and I decided to return home to spend as much time with him as possible before he departed. A year after my return, and papa's death, I was invited to spend the summer at Houghton Hall by my cousin, the Marquess of Cholmondeley.

The Thursday after I had arrived was the night of the annual Cholmondeley Ball. My best friend, Lady Caroline Spencer, was introducing me to her new neighbors, the Earl and Countess of Ward, when the music stopped.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Keanu of the Kingdom of Maui, Lord of the Pacific Jewels."

"He's here!" Caroline exclaimed, grabbing my arm.

"Pardon?" I asked. "Who?"

"The special guest: the Prince from the Hawaiian islands in the Pacific Ocean."

I remember reading about his visit to our part of the world. I looked over at the entrance. A tall dark figure stood with his retinue speaking to the Marquess. I was taken aback by his appearance: tall and slender with shoulder-length off-black hair, gracefully feminine posture with a masculine presence. A very whole man. I was brought back by Caroline.

"It seems as if you are taken by our guest," she said quietly. I nodded. "Well, it looks as if you are about to meet him." My cousin was guiding the prince towards us.

"Oh dear, Caro. My face will give me away. I can't..."

"Too late, darling." The Marquess bowed slightly.

"My favorite cousin." I smiled. "Please allow me to introduce you to our most honoured guest. Your Royal Highness, may I present my cousin, the Baroness Carwicke."

The Prince looked at me. His eyes...they're so...large...clear...hazel. I've never seen such beautiful eyes (my Achilles' Heel). I could barely mumble a greeting, making it necessary to repeat myself.

"I am honored to meet you, Your Royal Highness."

"I am most delighted to meet you, Lady Carwicke." He kissed my hand. I tried to be as cool as possible; I hoped he didn't notice my hand shaking.

"So what brings you to these parts?"

"I wanted to travel freely while I still could. I was educated here in England, and I greatly enjoy it here, even if the weather is a little less pleasant than home." He smiled.

"I see, sir. Well, I must get back to the Lady Caroline...my friend. It was a pleasure." He looked slightly disappointed.

"Have you a partner?"

"I beg your pardon?" He is not asking me to dance. Please, no.

"A dance partner. I may be a little forward for having just met you, but would you like to dance?"

"Well, I..." I glanced in Caro's direction. She nodded slightly and smiled. "Yes. I would. Thank you." The prince swirled me around the floor. He's a good dancer...as graceful as I had imagined...light on his feet. "You dance divinely, sir."

"I had the best teacher: Lady Viona Carwicke."

"Oh, my sister. She always had a natural talent for dance, even from when we were very young. Mother was very artistically inclined and taught us all from an early age to dance, sing, and play music. Viona was the best dancer."

"You seem to have inherited this gift as well."

"Oh, no, sir, I don't dance nearly as well."

The dance ended. I curtsied to the prince, thanked him, and turned back towards our seat when I noticed that he still held my arm. He met my puzzled look with a shy smile.

"Please allow me to accompany you. I'm intrigued--that is, to meet the sister of my dance instructor."

"Thank you, sir."

Caroline saw us heading towards her and smiled slightly at me. She rose when we arrived.

"Your Royal Highness, may I present Lady Caroline Spencer."

"Delighted. Your father is the Earl Spencer, correct?"

"Yes, he is."

"He is a very kind man. I met him two summers ago, the last time I was here."

"Thank you, sir. I trust your visit has been pleasant thus far?"

"It has, and I am pleased to say that it has become even more so this evening," answered the prince, looking at me.

Ten minutes later, my aunt, the Duchess of Avondale, had joined the conversation.

"Ah, my niece the Baroness is very accomplished. She sings, dances, teaches..."

"You teach as well? What do you teach?"

"I teach languages...Spanish, French, the Orientals..." He smiled warmly.

"Teachers in my culture are highly respected. They are the guardians of knowledge." I blushed and looked down. Why does she always do this? Every bachelor in England must have my resume.

"If you will please excuse me, I need to get a little air. Your Royal Highness, Your Grace." I curtsied and headed into the garden. Caroline soon appeared behind me.

"Syl, it seems as if the prince likes you."

"I don't know. But my aunt is giving a glowing reference."

"Her Grace the Balloon?" Caro chuckled.

"I'm afraid so."

"Anyway, what do you think of him?"

"Well, he seems nice..."

"Just nice? I seemed to get a different impression."

"Did you?"

"That you wanted his strong arms around you..."

"Caro..."

"...And those soft lips of his. Do you wonder how they would feel on yours? How his body would feel against yours? Inside you?" I was becoming heated.

"Oh God, Caro..."

"Are you getting excited, dear?"

"I..."

"Is your little pussy itching? Are you getting wet?"

"Stop it...not here..."

"I can ease it for you...just between friends."

"Don't you mean lust between friends?" I asked between heavy breaths. She took my hand and lead me to a bench in the most secluded part of the garden. She sat me down, then kneeled in front of me.

"I envy the first man who will get to taste your sweet pussy. It wouldn't be solely my privilege anymore." She raised my skirts and spread my legs, opening my drawers. She placed a finger inside. I leaned back, spreading my legs more. "Who will get to run his tongue up and down your slit, lapping your juices..." her tongue stopped.

"Please, Caro...," I breathed. She smiled.

"And teasing your hard little clit. You're always hard for me, aren't you?" I thrust up, wanting her to lick me. She wiggled her tongue. I let out a moan. "You love it when I service you, don't you?" I nodded.

"I love it when you..." I could barely speak.

"When I what? Say it."

"When you service me." She arched her eyebrows. She reached up and freed my large breasts from the bodice of my gown, lazily rolling my sensitive nipples between her fingers.

"When you lick my pussy. When you suck...ah....my....clit....oh, Caro... don't stop..." Her lips closed around my button and she sucked while she played with my chest. I could take no more and climaxed. Her mouth remained suctioned to me until I came twice more.

The next morning, I was sitting in the rose garden, reading a book, when I was greeted by Prince Keanu. I started to leave to give him some privacy, but he stopped me.

"I'm all right, Lady Carwicke. You may stay. I find your company less pompous and stuffy than the others, though the Marquess is quite humorous and friendly. Besides, I wish to get to know you better." I blushed. Since when did I blush so much? The poor man probably imagines me a tomato.

"Oh, Your Royal Highness, I'm just a languages teacher. My life isn't very exciting. I don't do a lot of traveling anymore. I'm more retiring."

"Your aunt tells me that you're quite the scholar," he said, looking at my book.

"I know. Unusual for women of my station, but I cannot live an intellectually unfulfilled life."

"I like intelligent women. They are so much more interesting. And attractive."

"Thank you, sir." I looked down and blushed. Then I snapped out of it. "I'm afraid I may not seem so intelligent lately. All I've been doing is blushing and thanking you."

"I find modesty attractive as well."

"But I usually don't jabber so much like this. I'm sorry."

"Quite all right. I find that I feel more repose in your presence, even when you are silent. But I wish to speak, so..." he smiled.

"Your Royal Highness..."

"You may call me Keanu."

"I'm honored."

"Not as honored as I, My Lady."

We spent the rest of the afternoon conversing on many topics. The prince and I found that we held many views in common, and shared a love of books, music, and nature. When his valet came to inform him that it was time to leave for his lodgings, he kissed my hand goodnight. Do I see a longing look in his cocoa-colored eyes?

The rest of my stay at my cousin's, I could not get Keanu out of my mind. It seems that he was in the same predicament when I noticed that he was the guest of honor at supper the next evening. My sly cousin-in-law, the Marchioness, had placed me next to the prince at the other end of the table. Perhaps she had thought that we were soon to be betrothed? Or was she just trying to marry me off again? I was always "Our Poor Single Syl". But I enjoyed being single. However, with Keanu, I began to question whether or not I should let him get away. But I dare not assume he feels the same way. During dinner we made light enough conversation. but I was a million miles away, as was he. Were we postponing the inevitable?

After dinner, Keanu asked if he could speak to me. Alone. I agreed, and we walked out to the garden. I wondered if anyone took notice of our departure...without a chaperone. Once we had sat, Keanu took my hands in his, startling me.

"I do not wish to alarm you, fair one, but I must confess something to you. I have not been able to stop thinking about you since the Cholmondley Ball. "

"Keanu, I..." How could I tell him that I felt the same way without being too forward?

"What I mean to say is that....I have fallen in love with you...your mind...your beauty...your talent...everything about you captivates me and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Even last night, when I went home, it hurt to be apart from you. I did not sleep in anticipation of seeing you again this evening." I looked into his eyes. He was in earnest. I blushed. Again. "I understand that this may come as a surprise to you, but I am surprised at the force of my response to you as well. Tell me that my feelings are reciprocated...or even that you accept me and will grow to love me." I took a deep breath. I was never quite good with this sort of thing.

"I do feel the same way. I do love you. But I don't know if I'm worthy of you," I said lowering my head. At this, he gathered me in his arms. "You're more than worthy. Oh, my Princess; at last I have found you."

A year later, I wed my Hawaiian prince and we honeymooned on the King's private island of Kanuai. The second evening, we were sitting outside on a blanket, looking up at the stars.

"The sky is so clear, and the stars are so beautiful tonight."

"Not as beautiful as the one seated next to me."

I looked up at Keanu. Smiling he lowered his head to mine and captured my lips in a gentle kiss that grew more passionate. My goodness, he's a good kisser. My arms went around his neck and his went around my waist, holding me closer to him. I could feel his warm body even through my windbreaker and bathing dress.

"Keanu..."

"You want me to make love to you, my flower?" I could only nod and shudder slightly in anticipation.

His lips captured mine again. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensation. His mouth then went to my neck, and he kissed the pulse in my throat. I sighed gently. I felt his hands open my windbreaker, and the cool breeze as my camisole top was exposed. I grabbed his hands and placed them at the middle of my chest. I wanted him to feel my heartbeat.

"Darling." Suddenly I was emboldened.

"See how you make me want you, my Lord? My heart races at your touch." His lips captured mine again. His hands moved over my breasts. I sighed and pushed my chest into his hands. He rubbed my nipples through the camisole. The wind picked up. He pulled my combs out, releasing my hair. It tumbled over my shoulders, settling to the middle of my back. His hands went to the bodice of my top and unlaced it, releasing my breasts.

"Oooh..." I moaned. I moved closer still to him. He cupped me, hefting me. His mouth descended on me; my head fell back. His lips wrapped around a nipple, gently sucking. His tongue swirled around and around. His fingers pinched my other nipple. He switched nipples until I was whimpering. My hips moved involuntarily.

"Keanu, yes...."

"You like that?"

"I love it. Please don't stop." At that, Keanu returned to his ministrations on my chest. I grabbed his head and kissed him with all the passion he had aroused in me. I undid his shirt, and splayed my hands across his beautiful chest. I tweaked his nipples. He groaned softly. I rubbed them until he moaned. I touched the tip of my tongue to each in turn before taking them into my mouth. I moved lower, wanting to please my prince the way he was pleasing me. I undid his bathing breeches. His soft, dark nether hair greeted my hands, and then his organ sprang out. He was smooth and hard. like his chest. I heard a groan. I looked up to see my prince's beautiful eyes veiled as he looked down at me. His hand reached down and he stroked my cheek. I smiled at him and reached for him. His member was hot and throbbed with my touch.

"Please, my love," he groaned. "Take me into your mouth." I'd read about pleasuring a man this way. I was curious. I gingerly touched my tongue to the tip of his penis, licking away the drop of precome that had formed. I heard him moan again. I took him slowly into my mouth. I heard a gentle sigh, and he began to rock back-and-forth. I licked gingerly all the way up and down his shaft, over the head, back and around...a...go...niz...ing...ly...slow. I teased him until I heard a small cry. I looked up into his eyes and smiled wickedly.

"Darling?"

"Please, my little temptress..."

"Please what?" I didn't wait for him to answer. I could tell that he could barely talk. I took his head into my mouth and sucked hard on it. His cries grew louder and louder as he climaxed. I kept him in my mouth as he came down, and sucked gently again and again until he had come another four times. After the last time, he gently pushed me to the ground. He's got stamina.

"I want to give you what you've just given me...exquisite pleasure."

"Oh, Keanu," I said breathlessly. I spread my thighs to him.

"Not yet, sweetness, first I must feast on these luscious breasts." His mouth descended once again on my chest. He pushed them together and licked my nipples until my head was thrashing from side to side. He kissed me below my breasts, my torso, my abdomen, stopping to lick my navel. I gasped quietly. I was dripping with anticipation. I involuntarily lifted my hips, attempting to push my pussy closer to his mouth. "Is your cunny hot?" I could only nod and swallow hard. I bucked to him again. He moved down between my legs until I could feel his hair brush against my inner thigh. I was completely open, exposed to him to do whatever he desired. I felt a finger and then his tongue probing and exploring my sensitive flesh. My legs trembled. I thrust up to him. His tongue wound around my clitoris. I cried out.

"My Prince!" His tongue flicked over my button as he placed a finger inside me. Ah... Another finger. and then another joined the first in my vagina as I thrust my hips upwards to meet him. His mouth closed around my clit and sucked harder as he frigged me. I came thrice before he let up. I pulled him to me. I needed him now.

He entered me gently, kissing me all the while and talking softly to me. He paused at my hymen. I pushed up, urging him on.

"Are you...?"

"Yes!"

He pushed through. I cried out with the pain. He slowed, kissing me and holding me. until the pain subsided. He moved again, rubbing the base of his penis on my clitoris. I cried out again, pushing up to meet him. We fucked passionately for about 20 minutes, then, sensing I was on the edge, he slowed and teased in-and-out, driving me mad with wanting. I moved until I was on top of him, and rode my prince, my hair blowing with the night wind. His hands cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I surrounded him with my wet willingness. I climaxed, falling on his chest. A moment later, he came inside me. We collapsed to the blanket, breathing hard. After an hour's nap, he began to make love to me again.