The Prince's Rose ((Closed))

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On this very day, a young fair maiden, was invited to work for the king and queen. Along with the prince, as a servant for their castle. For the maiden, it was a chance of a lifetime to have such a wonderful job. Good pay, shelter, and also she would be provided with food. This maiden's name. Was Isabelle. As a child, she was left to die out in the cold. That day a long time ago she was only seven years of age. Wandering the bum filled streets for someone to care for her. Something little to eat. Due to pity, she was taken in to an orphanage. But, she was always crying, or hiding form others. Until one day, a boy brought her out of that little shell of her's. He gave her a smile, and held out his hand. The young Isabelle could see kindness in him, and soon opened herself up to the boy. They became inseparable. The two, she called him, her 'prince' He was always with her...Until one day. He disappeared. His true birth parents claimed him. That day, her heart was crush, along with her happiness. She was never the same.

But, now, here she was at 21. For a long while, she was jobless along with penniless. Lonely and cold, and just wanting to end it all. But the queen herself found her on the streets, and once more, she was taken pity upon. But she was grateful. Isabelle began work immediately. Slipping into her french maid uniform, and with a soft smile on her face. Got to work in the garden. She promised herself, she would always do her best. For this was a blessing. The memories of the boy in her distant past had faded to almost nothing. They were only played once more when she slept. Sprinkling water upon the roses, she gently sniffed at one, but kept on working. Hoping to be impressive. Not wanting to lose this wonderful job...

For a peasant, Isabelle had beauty far beyond royalty. Her brown eyes seemed to shine on even the darkest of days. Along with her happiest smile that brought joy to others. Her hair flowed beautifully down her shoulders, all the way to the small of her back. Her skin was tanned, and her body was one of a young maiden's. Curvy, yet graceful and elegant. Her breasts were always troubling her though. They seemed a bit big. Not that men minded. But it made her feel uncomfortable at times. With a soft hum to a joyous tune. She continued her work.

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Alex grumbled. He did not want to get up this morning, not one bit. But, like his father says, a prince can't graze about. Which was why he stood upon the roof of one of the castle's main structures, gazing upon the kingdom he would one day rule and enjoying the fresh air.

He could feel Jarvis, his assistant, scurrying around in a crazed frenzy. He could hear him too, as the crash and shattering of plates and goblets filled the air. "Hey! Watch it!" roared the cook. Jarvis stumbled out, a wooden spoon rebounding off his head before he was sent sprawling into the dirt. It made Alex chuckle. "I don't suppose you could do that again?" he joked from his high perch. The assistant recovered, pointing a finger at the prince. "Get down from there, Alex! If your father catches you, I'm going to lose my head!"

Alex laughed. "My father is way too busy to bother with me, Jarvis! Besides, I'm safe!" He smirked as the old man growled before stomping off. "Well, if you break a bone, I'm not going to be responsible..." was the last thing he heard before the assistant vanished. Alex knew what he meant. A king needed to be in top, physical shape when it came to lead troops into battle. Broken bones and sprains weren't a great way to maintain that.

Lying back on the tiles, the prince looked up at the sky. Despite everything, he still felt saddened; before he was even a prince, he was raised in an orphanage. Memories of that place swam through his mind. All the fun times he had with the girl he found crying one day. The way she smiled was like heaven had finally descended to Earth and removed it's evils. The tune she would hum whenever she searched for roses for him...

He suddenly sat up. "Wait a minute..." There was a gentle voice coming from the gardens. It was so familiar that when he finally picked up the sound, he nearly lost his breath. She was here. After so long, she was actually here! Alex rose to his feet. "Isabelle..." he murmured, before stepping away from the edge several paces. He ran forward and leapt, landing on an adjacent archway like a nimble cat before running in the direction of the voice, leaping and bounding wherever he could to cover the gap between them. Finally, he found a perch just next to the voice, a haystack beneath him. He spread his arms out and dived, flipping in mid-air to land in the hay.

Climbing out, he flicked haystrands from his blonde hair and clothes before dashing towards the voice. "Isabelle!"

Hearing a distant voice calling her name, her ears peaked. As she turned. Some of the water getting on her skirt. Brushing it off, she curiously looked up. Hearing someone running. Soon seeing the man calling her name. For a moment, she wasn't sure how in any way. That he could know her name? Studying him, she gasped. He was...royalty! But hearing his voice, and those eyes. There was something more in them. As soon as soon as the memories began to flash. She dropped her watering can and gasped. Both hands going over her mouth before she shook her head. The name popping in her mind all too easily.

"A-Alex!" She called and ran forward. She couldn't believe she forgot. Finally reaching him, Isabelle couldn't help herself. Her arms quickly found his. Hugging him close, not caring who was around. Not that anyone was. She could see them all clearly. The memories, They were always there. All she needed, was his smile, and those beautiful eyes! Looking up at him, she held her breath. "Is it really you?" she asked, the tears brimming in those large brown eyes of hers. Breaking free and streaming down her face. But Isabelle could care less. How long had it been? Since he was holding her? Keeping her from tears. And now, the tears couldn't stop.

Looking at him, she could see he had changed. He was..handsome! Sure, he had always been that way. But in a cute way. But now, he was a strapping young man. His eyes never changed. They still shined with that excitement he never seemed to lose. His build..was much bigger now. Compared to her cold Alex, he could probably lift her! Blushing a bit, she tried not to stare. The tears dripped onto his chest as she nuzzled into him.

"I thought you left me...." she whispered.

Alex smiled, wider than he had ever smiled in a long time. Isabelle had grown! Her brown hair was longer, she was taller and her body had developed amazingly. If he had known any better, she was fit for royalty! "It's me, it's me..." He said in reply to her question, stroking her tears away from her beautiful face. "My God it's been so long..."

Then he heard her whisper.

"What? No, I would never do that..." Alex held Isabelle close, stroking her hair. "I was so busy with my new life... but I really wanted to go back, to find you and bring you in, but they wouldn't let me! I had to grow up and leave you behind for a moment..." Slowly, he took her hands, stroked them with his thumbs affectionately. "But, I can't believe I found you, Belle!"

He chuckled then looked her up and down. "You look very beautiful in that outfit..."

She felt his light touch, brushing away the tears she shed. Shaking her head, she believed him. He had no choice. He was a prince...WAIT. HE WAS A PRINCE! Pulling away, she looked around. "I-I-I'm sorry! You..you are the prince.. I can't be hugging you like that." she blushed horribly. She had always had that problem. Hearing his compliment on her uniform, her face became even redder. Looking down shyly, she curtsied. "Thank you...Prince Alex." she gave him a sweet smile before standing back up. She couldn't be angry at him anymore. It..it wasn't his fault. Or his choice. Playing his words over again. She gasped.

"You wanted to bring me...here?" She asked, this beautiful place! She would have loved it as a child. But she didn't mind. She got to see him now. Seeing some servants walking, she blinked and quickly went to work. If they saw her speaking so freely. Once they were gone, she turned back. She felt so flustered. Her heart was on nonstop ticking. And she hoped, he couldn't hear it. Brushing the hair from her face, Isabelle looked at him with soft eyes. "I..I have to get to work. Your mother gave me this job...And I wish to make it up to her.. But..." She walked up to him and pecked his cheek. "I'll..see you.. Prince Alex." She cooed and ran off to water the flowers.

As she began her work again, she found she was very warm. Why? And her heart just wouldn't calm down...Glancing back at him. She admired his form. His face, his body. As a little girl.. She loved him. A lot. But...what was this feeling? Telling herself to turn away. She went over to the roses once more.

Alex stood there, stunned. But... He brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the spot where she kissed it. Why wouldn't she let herself hold that moment? He was a prince, yes, but that shouldn't matter should it? Snapping back to reality, he saw that she had went off to work again. "No... Isabelle..." he murmured. Looking around, he found that the area she had ran to was secluded. The hedges blocked any kinds of view, even those from the castle.

Plus, Alex wanted Isabelle. He needed her.

That's why he followed. Seeing her kneeling by the roses, Alex felt memories return. The day she gave him a rose after he fought off several bullies at the orphanage. Isabelle loved roses, he knew this. Slowly, he walked up to her then dropped to his knees, draping his arms around her. "Isabelle... I may be a prince now... b-but... I want you to be my princess... my queen..." he murmured, pressing his face into her shoulder.

"Please..."

Isabelle never heard him coming. Literally jumping out of her skin, until she knew who it was. His arms held her. Firm and safe. Hearing his hushed voice, she looked at him. Turning around. Could she really be his princess? His queen? Did he want that? She knew she did...she always had. Isabelle slowly nodded. No longer caring about class. This feeling. It was all her love for him. The feeling that slept dormant in her for years. And now, overwhelming her. Came out. Nodding again, gently leaned in. Her lips finding his. In a soft, sensual and soon passionate kiss. It was all she ever wanted. Just to be with him. Pulling away, Isabelle smiled gently.

"I love you, dear prince." she whispered and went back to kissing him. The heat rushing through her core. Her hand cupped his cheek as the other found his luscious blond hair. Running her fingers absent-mindfully through it. Isabelle wanted new memories. Ones of just the two of them. Being in love like how they were right now. She was grateful no one could see this moment. Because, it was turning into something else. Heat, passion, lust. Coursed through her body as she pressed herself against his chest.

She needed him also. If she could be with him always. Isabelle would be the greatest princess in the entire nation, maybe the world. All for Alex.

Alex felt her lips touch his and the world became heaven in a heartbeat.

He kissed her back, pulling her close, his hands pressing gently upon the soft skin of her back. The passion rose, so did his desire for Isabelle. Her words were ecstacy to his ears and now he wanted to hear more from her than ever. "I love you too, my princess..." He whispered in return. Their kisses became more urgent and, before long, he gently nipped at her bottom lip, giving into the moment. No-one would find them and no-one would dare tear them apart.

His hands explored her back until he found the ribbon that held Isabelle's outfit together. He pulled on it, undoing the bow.

Words could never describe how those words affected her. Isabelle smiled against his lips. Before melting back into the passion and lust of it all. His hands reached down her back, finding the bow that held this whole uniform together. Once he found it, she felt his fingers, gently untying it. Until, the ribbon lay on the grass. She didn't mind. All that worried her, was what she looked like, in his dear eyes. Blushing, she felt the urgency. How much they needed each other. Feeling the buttons on his own shirt. She began to slowly unbutton each one. Before finally that article of clothing no long covered his chiseled features. Her wings ran over his chest slowly. Feeling him. He was strong. And well built. Her lips moved to his jawline, all the way to his neck. She just wanted to please his every need.

Images of what was about to come ran through her mind. Sending the waves of lust through her. It was overwhelming, and hard to take. As the maid's dress came off her body, she found herself blushing. Always self conscious about herself. As she felt his hands trail over her skin, she whimpered in slight pleasure. All of this teasing was unbearable. Her lips found his once more, in a fiery, needing kiss.

"Alex..." She moaned in his ear. Hoping to egg him on. She wanted so much more.

"Isabelle..."

Alex pulled her into his lap, beginning to grind his hips against hers. Her large, but oh-so-soft breasts were in front of his eyes, tempting him the way he wanted them to. He leaned his head forward and captured one of her aroused nipples, suckling softly. "Mmmm..." he moaned, gently squeezing her naked ass as they moved, his eyes looking up into hers with a mixture of desire and lust. He wanted her to use him, to demand that he fufill their passion and take her right there.

He would oblige now and forever. Releasing her nipple, leaving it wet with his saliva, he released a deep purr. "Belle, I want to fuck you..."

Her head tilted back a bit. His mouth clamping down on her nipple. Moaning quietly. She felt the shivers take over her body. He pulled away, a deep look of lust in his eyes as he purred. She smiled that sweet, heart wrenching smile and shook her finger. "I had to wait...So you will too.." she purred back to him and gently pushed his chest so he laid on the ground. She was nervous. Extremely nervous. But she kept it hidden. Her fingers played with his belt before finally sliding it off of him. He was already hard as a rock. Smiling, then gently pleasing him with her tongue.

She could get addicted to the taste. She ran her mouth along his cock length. Licking it like it was her own piece of hard candy. Then bringing it into her mouth. Making lazy circles on the head with her tongue. Her hand stroked him at a steady pace. She moaned slightly. The taste in her mouth made her want more. Deeper, she made it go. Enjoying it immensely. Coming up to breathe as she gave him her love.

"You taste wonderful..." she cooed and continued. Feeling him tense with every moment her tongue ran over his hard. Seeing how he loved her breasts, she gently prodded his cock between them. Rubbing them against him as she continued to give him head.

Alex groaned softly as the love of his life pleasured his stiff cock, her skill amazing. "Aaaah... B-Belle..." He moaned, watching her envelop him down her throat before wrapping those goregous breasts around his shaft. The pleasure was intense, but he wanted it all, as long as Isabelle did it. Only her. "Hnnngh... th-that feels good... ugggh... i-I'm sorry you waited so loooong..." he whispered, his body tensing further. Pre-cum leaked from the head, which ached with want everytime she licked it.

The prince wove his hand through her hair. It was becoming too much. "I-I-Isabelle!"

Isabelle knew he was sorry. And she forgave him a long time ago. She just wanted to tease him for a bit. His pre-cum dripped onto her large breasts, as she licked the heaed. Tasting the salty liquid, licking her lips. His hand found her hair and entangled his fingers through it. He tensed, and the white seed burst from him. All over her breasts, and her tongue. She licked the rest off of him. Purring. His taste was wonderful. Addictive. Taking her finger, she scooped some of his cum onto the tip, before gently licking it off. He was already hard again by the sight. Smiling, she leaned over and gently stroked him while kissing his lips passionately.

Her pussy throbbed with want and need. She felt almost drenched after the work she had just done on him. Her throbbing pussy found his cock as she gently prodded against it. Making her moan loudly. How she wanted him to take her. Her heavenly juices dampened his own hard on. Rubbing her pussy lips against his length, she looked at him.

"Alex....please. Take me now..." she whispered. It was becoming too much for her.

Alex watched with dark, lustful eyes as Isabelle drank his sperm. It was a sexy sight to behold and Alex couldn't help but moan. So long they were apart and now she was finally showing the side of her that grew deep within. He loved it as much as he loved the rest of her, wanting even more. He returned her kisses and moaned into her mouth as she pumped his 8 inch cock in her small hand, the pleasure exquisite. Then he gasped as she mounted him, grinding her slick pussy against his length in earnest.

"Alex... please. Take me now..."

Her moans only made him obey. He gently raised her hips for her then took his dick and gently glided the head along her folds. Her juices trickled down his length, hot and beckoning. He wanted this. He didn't care if he was a prince and she a peasant. There was their love, their lust and this moment.

Alex pushed her hips downward, his thick shaft entering her and spreading her open completely.

It was pain at first. Saying she had never been with another man. She never really thought about her love life for the most part of her life. Feeling the pain, she kissed him. Hoping to concentrate on him more then anything. His hips began to pump his hard member into her body. Pain turning to pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. She gently covered her mouth. Hoping no one could hear her loud moans. Biting her lips, she felt him arch and hit her sweet spot. Making her see stars and arch her own back. Her body felt as if it was on fire. A fire of burning passion as they both claimed the other.

The pleasure was enough to make her go over edge right there. But she held of. For him. Kissing him with hard, breathtaking lust. She kissed his neck, then his chest. As her hips rode his own in rhythmical passion. Isabelle moaned in her beautiful sing song voice.

"Please....more....." She felt his length inside her. Sending all those different emotions through her. Along with lust and pleasure. As she rode atop of him, her beautiful breasts bounced ever so slightly in rhythm.

"I love you!"

Alex growled in deep, loving lust. "Haaaaah! I-I love you too!" He finally released the words, the words he wanted to scream to the sky. His hips thrusted harder, their own confessions to each other driving him on. His hands held her thighs, his eyes watched her body move and tremble in ecstacy as his hard rod pleasured her tight pussy.

Words fell from his mouth. "Aaaah, Belle, Belle, so fucking good! I missed you! I missed you so muuuuch.... uggggh!" He didn't care who heard them, as long as he could have this moment. Alex the prince returned to Alex the orphan, but with more purpose, more drive, more need for Isabelle.

His words brought happiness to her. But it was hard to really thank him with the pulsating pleasure going through her. For her first time, she was lasting longer then she would have expected. It was too much for her small virgin body. Panting, she leaned down again to kiss him. She had missed him more then he would ever know. Before whispering in his ear.

"I-I'm close..." she purred, still enjoying the last of the pleasure before she felt her body quiver. Exploding in passion as her walls constricted his cock. She rode it out for as long as she possibly. Her body felt of pure bliss as she laid down against his chest. Hoping she did good enough for him. Making lazy circles over his chest, she looked at him.

"I-I'll do better next time..." she felt so ashamed. Did she bring him enough pleasure? Whimpering she felt she wasn't good enough. She loved him, so very much. And she wanted to always let him know that!

Alex moaned hard and held Isabelle down on his cock as she came, the squeeze on his shaft from her pussy walls dominating his senses. Now, he was close. He wanted Isabelle to have his seed, but he knew what the consequences would be if he did so right there. He would have to wait until they married, like he always wanted.

"I-I'll do better next time..."

Hearing those words, Alex looked down at Belle, saw the questions in her eyes. In reality, she was very, very good in bed... but now he had to prove it. Holding her body close, he rolled over, placing her beneath his strong body. "Isabelle... you are always amazing..." He purred, sliding out of her pussy to the tip before slamming right back in, groaning. "M-my pleasure is not for me to worry about... your pleasure and your love is more important..." Alex began to thrust into her, repeatedly leaving her empty then completely full over and over again.

At first, Isabelle didn't believe it. But she soon forgot her thoughts as she heard his soothing words. He was very sweet to her... Nodding, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling him slam into her. The heat rushing through the both of them. Whimpering, she locked her arms around his neck , letting the pleasure hit her again and again. She was so wet, he didn't even have to work to hard to push into her. With each thrust, he hit that spot in her body that made her see stars. Crying out, she held on longer once more.

He was her whole. She had been missing it her whole life. She loved the sound of his voice. The way he moaned, the way he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. Everything about her prince. Having him so close, she never wanted to let go. Not ever again. she couldn't lose him... Meeting his thrusts, she felt his cock slide in and out of her. It was all so intense. the lust, the passion, the sex itself! If she could handle it, she would please him in any way possible. Be his princess or his slave. It didn't matter as long as he always loved her and stayed by her side...

Her moans grew in volume. Sweet chime like moans. "Alex...please...Don't stop!" She could feel it coming again. But stronger then last time. But she held it back. Back a little longer. She wanted to enjoy this. Because once this was over, she would be exhausted! He felt wonderful. The way he hit every nerve with such force. IT was mind blowing.

Alex couldn't stop his hips from their conquest. He raised her legs, letting his cock penetrate deeper into Isabelle's completely soaked pussy. He could feel she was about to cum again, which made him happy. But, he too was close. The tightness of her hole, the sweet, beautiful moans she released, the sight of her body shuddering and shaking beneath him, her tits bouncing wildly as they shone with a light sweat... he wanted to have this moment again and again.

"I-aaaah! Isabelle, I'll cum... cum with me!" He purred, his hips now working like a water pump sped up a thousand times. He couldn't stop, he would never stop. Finally, his body shuddered, making him pull out. "CUMMING!" He cried, stroking his pulsating cock rapidly until he finally erupted, tendrils of his white hot seed splattering all over Isabelle's beautiful face and body.

The bliss from before overcame her. 10x strong then last time. She cried out in ecstacy, cumming herself. Shivering, she felt the warmth of his cum on her breasts and face. Once her climax ended. She trailed her finger, scooping up his seed and licking it. She loved that taste. Only because it was his. As he laid exhausted. She laid beside him. Making affectionate lazy circles on his abs. Kissing his neck very sweetly. No lust. Then his lips. Laying her forehead against his and looking into those sweet eyes of his.

"I love you..." She smiled and kissed him again. But what would happen? She could never be a queen let alone a princess. He needed someone more fit to be. Someone who could help his kingdom. Not that it was in need of help. But if worse comes to worse. But she didnt want to worry right now. She just wanted to love him with all of her heart and soul. She found a rose and kissed it's petals. Then handed it to him. A reminder.

"Please don't leave again...."

"I love you too..."

The prince smiled, his heart skipping with every kiss and word. It was bliss, finally being with the one he loved and nothing can change that. He accepted the rose, adoring the memories and the affection it truly meant. "Please don't leave again..." Alex looked at Isabelle then held her close, stroking her long, brown hair. "I won't... you're in my kingdom... you can find me anywhere..."

A smash in the distance made Alex freeze. "Oh no, Jarvis..." He looked at Isabelle then kissed her. "Get your clothes on, my love... I will meet you again, at your place, okay?"

She was already on it before he spoke. Smiling, she nodded. Making sure her hair was alright. She tied a ribbon in it to make a ponytail. When he told her he would meet her, she blinked. Then spoke. "Alex. I live in one of the servants quarters...." It wasnt a beautiful place to live. But it was just right. Not flashy but cozy. Each servant got their very own room. Here's my key..." she kissed his cheek ever so lightly and handed it to him. She had a spare. Giving him one of her heart melting smiles. One only meant for him.

"Don't get into too much trouble..." she cooed and turned to go to work. Waving sheepishly, she actually felt much more alive now! She wasn't dirty or anything. She felt...beautiful... Humming, she finished the last of the flowers. And went to the kitchen to tidy up. Making lunch for the royal family. Then going to the servant bathing chamber.

Stepping into her room. It was becoming nightfall. He still hadn't come. But Isabelle knew her dear prince was a busy man. Changing into a night gown. She let her hair fall back and sat down on her bed. The only thing that kept her busy all those years, was drawing. Taking some charcoal. She sketched out a garden full of roses. Her favorite flower. Thinking of who she always gave them to.

Alex grinned, clutching the key to his chest as he slipped his coat on. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He vanished and the day went by quickly. He waved off Jarvis whenever he could and, when night fell, he slipped on a hooded cloak and snuck out of the castle. He avoided looking at anyone, to make sure that he wasn't discovered. If he and Isabelle were to love each other unhindered, they had to be careful. Finally, he made his way into the servant's quarters, giving the guard a sum of gold to keep quiet.

He reached her room, the number on the room key embedded in gold upon the door. He slid the key in, unlocking it, then stepped inside and locked it again. Then he turned and saw Isabelle, drawing something in a beautiful night-gown. Alex lowered his hood and smiled. "Hello..."

Hearing her door open, she turned. A smile soon appearing on her face. She could see him from the light of the dim lit candle. Setting her work down, she quickly walked over to him and hugged him close. Her head against his beating heart. She knew it, he would always come back. Isabelle looked up at him and smiled even more. "You didn't have to go through all the trouble to see me." she whispered. Luckily no one was outside. Just the moon, shedding light on the two of them.

Isabelle knew her room wasn't even close to what he was used to living in. But she had lived like this her whole life. It didn't matter to her. Wiping the hair from him handsome face she leaned on her toes and gently pecked his lips. Sitting down on the bed. She really just wanted to spend the night with him. Cocking her head, she motioned him over to sit next to her. Once he did, she placed a hand on his cheek and cooed.

"I can't seem to get over how much you changed..." her voice was quiet. But not in a bad way. Giggling quietly, she shook her head. "But I wouldn't have it any other way." Isabelle had missed him the whole day. It was hard to believe she had gone years without him and now she could barely stand one minute without him...Noticing the drawing was still out, she blushed horribly and grabbed it. Putting it against her chest, not wanting him to see it.