[Note: This is extremely Arousing, don't read in public... You know what I mean]
It's one of his most prominent memories. It all started when a certain maid named Yona walked in on him while he was getting dressed. Thanks to a series of unforeseen events, she opened the door at the exact moment he was tying his bathrobe, leaving his large junk in full view. Embarrassed and annoyed, Lorel ordered her out immediately, and for a moment, he thought that was the end of it. But it wasn't. It was only the beginning. Whatever she saw that day stained her mind, simmering until one day she finally snapped and did something insane.
Lorel woke up to the sound of something slurping, a wet, sloppy noise accompanied by a weirdly pleasurable and addictive feeling at his crotch. The intensity kept growing until his waist buckled and he felt a hot load of cum shoot out from his cock. He remained still for a moment, his brain overwhelmed by the strange, alien feeling of being sucked off in his sleep. He fell back on the bed, panting softly as he opened his eyes, only to find a figure crawling up his body.
"What the—" He started to shout, but the figure slammed a hand over his mouth.
"It's me, Your Highness," she whispered. He frowned, recognizing the voice. His eyes widened as he realized who it was. "Yona? What are you doing here?"
It was the middle of the night.
Her being her at this hour only meant she hadn't gone to the maid's quarters when she was supposed to; instead lurking near his room, and waiting for the perfect moment to sneak in. "Shhhh," she hushed him, straddling his waist. "Did you enjoy it~?" She leaned into his ear, her breath hot.
"Get off me... Ugh," he tried to push her back, but his hands sank deep into her huge, heavy tits. He realized then that she was completely naked, her massive jugs pressing firmly against his chest. "You're naked?"
"Don't you want to know how it feels to be inside a woman?" she asked, her sultry voice slithering into his ears as she ground her wet pussy against his hard cock.
"You... shouldn't be here... I... leave," he stammered. She squinted at his weak resistance, smiling wickedly as she saw how vulnerable he was to her body.
"Come on, you know you want to touch them." She grabbed one of her own tits, the massive flesh spilling out between her fingers. Even in the dark, the silhouette of her huge breasts was clear. Lorel's hands reached forward hesitantly. She grabbed his hand and forced it onto her chest, rubbing his palm against her hard, protruding nipple and wide areola.
"How does it feel?" she asked. Lorel groaned, a primal need rising in his gut. "Soft... very soft," he admitted.
"Squeeze it," she commanded.
"But... I... I can't," he whispered. She leaned forward, her face inches from his, staring into his eyes. "Come on, my body is yours to do as you please."
She reached down and gripped his thick cock, making him grunt loudly. He finally snapped, squeezing her huge tit so hard she let out a loud moan, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. He leaned up and forcefully bit and tugged on her nipple, sucking on it like he was trying to drain her dry.
"Easy," she gasped, but he didn't listen. He kept squeezing both tits and sucking aggressively. Her hand ruffled his hair while her other hand gripped his cock, lining it up with her soaking wet pussy. She pressed his face into her cleavage, smothering him until he struggled for air. Then, she slammed her body down, impaling herself on the nine-inch cock that had been tormenting her dreams for months.
"Finally~" she moaned loudly, not caring that he was suffocating in her tits. She squeezed her humongous ass against his thighs, forcing every inch of his thick shaft inside her. She lifted her ass high and slammed down again with a wet, meaty thud.
"Ahh~" she whimpered, the massive cock ripping her hole wider with every drop. "Oh my god~ How can you be so big~? You're stretching me so much~"
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
The sound of her ass slamming against his pelvis echoed through the room. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing. Her ass was a blur of motion, her pussy forcefully widening to accommodate his thick meat. She was cumming uncontrollably, her juices splashing out and coating his thighs, but she yearned for more. She kept pounding and pounding, her cave being absolutely wrecked by his size. She didn't even notice that the Prince had passed out from the sheer, brain-numbing intensity of the pleasure.
That was how it started—the daily routine of a certain milf in the palace sneaking into the Prince's chambers every night to rouse him from his sleep and ride him until they were both covered in sweat and cum.