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 Female x Male  Modern/Modern Fantasy  Romance Royally Spoilt - Jennaguitar16 & dunklunk

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by dunklunk, May 27, 2018.

  1. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Oh jeez! Royally busted, he thought, as Cassiopeia turned in time to witness where his eyes had been planted. And such a rookie mistake at that! He felt a slight blush, as a known warmth crept up toward his neck and cheeks. The little minx enjoyed a game of cat-and-mouse, as she inquired about her dress. Her phony pout was like hot sauce being added to the recipe. Not always necessary, but delicious nonetheless.

    “Not at all, Cassiopeia,” he began his reply. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with your dress. Though I must confess that I keep staring at it, because well, it’s so lovely.” There, that ought to do for now, he thought, as he made sure everyone in the room heard his explanation. An explanation that, although true, was just the tip of the iceberg. No one needed to hear what had originally garnered his attention. After all, he and the Princess knew and he was fine with it staying that way. Oh, and Bernard was probably aware, as the cheeky bugger had to have snuck in a peek or two. The Prince smiled at the thought.
     
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  2. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopeia waits a bit, as though debating his sincerity. Of course he was admiring much more than her dress, but she wouldn't mention that. "Well, thank you." She starts. "I can probably get one made for you." She adds the little jab, knowing Orion would understand. If he didn't, oh well. She glides to her mother to speak softly with her, this time giving a nice view of her cleavege.

    After talking for a while, Cassiopeia straightens up. "Sadly my mother has to go soon, but I would be more than happy to stay here a few days and get to know Orion better. " She addresses Orion's mother. That couldn't be further from the truth, but it was what her mother wanted her to say, and so she did.
     
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  3. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Cassiopeia’s sense of humor and constant ribbing was captivating at best, annoying at worst. Though for the Prince, he tended to favor the former more so than the latter. Verbal jousts of sarcasm were one of his favorites, after all, and the Princess never seemed to let up in that area. Still, he felt it necessary to thank her for her generous offer. “That won’t be necessary, Cassiopeia, but I am in gratitude of your offer just the same,” he said with a playful grin. “Besides, I could never do justice to a fine garment like that in the same fashion that you so easily do.”

    For good measure, she made sure a clear view of her cleavage was on display as she made her way to her mother. The Princess was well aware of her assets, and certainly knew how to hold a man’s attention. Following a brief discussion between the pair, Cassiopeia stands erect and announces her mother will soon depart. Her declaration of spending a few days with the Lancasters was the zinger that caught Orion’s consideration.

    The Prince noticed how Mother wasted no time with a response. “I think that is a splendid idea, my dear. I’ll see to it that one of our guest rooms is made up for you. In fact, during your stay with us, I’ll put you in our most comfortable guest room.” As she spoke, she motioned toward a maid who instantly disappeared. “I think it’s wonderful that you and Orion will take the time to get to know each other better. That can only strengthen the relationship,” she concluded.

    Indeed, Mother. Indeed, he mused. However, with views of her ass and bosom still fresh in his mind’s eye, thoughts of naughtiness could not be avoided. Well, they easily could have, but the Prince chose not to. I do wonder, Mother, he spoke in his mind, if we will be allowed to do what we want, all in the best interests of getting to know one another, of course. Or will it be scripted and already planned out for us? Had Orion been a betting man, his money would have been placed on the latter scenario.
     
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  4. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopeia keeps her thoughts to herself, but acts excited at the idea of staying with them for a few days. "Wonderful! I will be right back, need to dicuss what clothes will be sent back to me." She was unaware that her mother already had suitcases packed and they would be unloaded shortly. There was no way her mother would let Cassiopeia pack for herself or give word of what she wanted, her daughter needed to appear at her best at all times.

    Cassiopeia was not pleased to find her stuff wheeled off the plane and inside the palace. At least she could see she would have plenty of options to choose from, and her makeup bags. Oh thank god. Though sadly they were probably free of anything and everything excelt makeup. After sulking a bit and her mother lecturing her, she finally heads back to the Lancasters, a smile on her face as she enters the room. "Orion, dear, perhaps you can introduce me to rugby while I am here?" She asks sweetly, lowering herself into a chair once again.
     
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  5. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    While Cassiopeia was outside with her mother, Orion was now left alone, since Mother had excused herself in order to locate the whereabouts of Father. Actually, Bernard was still there, in the same position and spot where he had been all this time. As their eyes met, his attendant simply shrugged, as if to say, “What are you gonna do?”

    Soon after, the Princess returned without her queen. She proceeded to take comfort in a nearby chair. Her inquiry about rugby surprised him a little. Was she really, truly interested in a sport he played? Or just yanking his chain, as she was wont to do? Orion sat near her, but kept his eyes locked on hers, despite the temptation to look elsewhere. “What is it you wish to know about rugby, Cassiopeia?” he asked sincerely.
     
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  6. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopiea was releaved to find them alone in the room, well except for what must have been Orion's well whatever the man was. She looks at Bernard dismissively as she settled in the chair, and then turns her charm and attention to Orion. She looks at him through lowered lashes. "I was just hoping you'd demonstrate the game for me? Maube even teach me a little?"

    She could care less about learning the game, but wanted to feel his body against hers. She spoke low, so Bernard couldn't hear her, and she batted her eyelashes as she leaned closer to Orion, her breasts neadly spilling out of her dress as she ever-so-lightly places a hand on his bicep. "Oh, you must be so strong." She coos.
     
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  7. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Although Cassiopeia’s request for a rugby demonstration and learning about the game was still a minor shock to him, Orion bit the bullet and decided to explain a few of the finer points to her. And if she was merely having a laugh at his expense, then well, it wouldn’t be the first time. Nor the last. More than likely, anyway.

    For whatever reason, it appeared that she wished to keep this conversation private, as she spoke in hushed tones, and leaned in closer to him. Her move to be nearer was most tantalizing, as her breasts nearly spilled out of her dress. Did she do that on purpose? The Prince would not have minded in the least, and she didn’t seem to care about the near faux pas herself. With one of her hands resting on his bicep, Orion chose to focus on rugby instead of the enticing view she offered.

    Allowing her comment to slide, he began with a few fundamentals, without getting too carried away with his beloved sport’s verbiage. That would get real boring, real fast. Though he did think of the terms maul, ruck, and scrum. Mostly on account of a willingness to engage in any, or all, of them with her. Orion quickly dismissed the thought, though if he were being honest, the clear view of her heaving chest wasn’t helping in any way.

    He then segued to the matters of scoring and tackling in rugby, though only rough highlights, not in the finest of details. In conclusion, he glazed over how the numbered jerseys the players wore corresponded to their respective positions. As an example, the Prince pointed out how he wore #9, which meant his position was scrumhalf. He had always favored the word, as it sort of had a rude ring to it.

    Smiling at her, he shrugged as if to say, that’s it. He waited for any of her questions, though he truly wondered if she had heard a single word he said.
     
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  8. Jennaguitar16

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    When Orion started to speak, Cassiopiea barely suppressed a groan. She did not want to hear him talk. She wanted his hands on her body. Why on earth did he think otherwise? She tuned him out, adding little thoughfful noises as appropriate. "Oh, really?" She adds one time. Finally he falls silent and she can try again. Though she doubted he would get it this time either.

    "Would you show me how to throw the ball?" She asks inoccently, though thefe was nothing inoccent about it. Unless Orion was too damn dense to understand. She straightens up a little, in case her breasts were too distracting for him. No wonder he was single, he couldn't catch a hint hitting him in the face.
     
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  9. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Just as he suspected, it was subtly obvious that Cassiopeia held no interest in hearing anything about rugby. So why did she bother asking about it? he wondered. Orion very nearly laughed a few times at her attempts to pretend how engrossed she was with what he had to say. Although from the outset, he knew better. Still, he had to give her points for trying to mask her boredom at least.

    Her wish on how to throw a rugby ball, however, required a demonstration. Glancing toward his valet, the Prince gestured with his hands held apart, nodding in the process. Bernard gave him a thumbs-up, and then vanished through one of the open doors. Less than 30 seconds later, he re-entered the room holding the requested item. Wanting to save his attendant any further steps, he excitedly signaled for Bernard to throw him the ball. After complying, he departed through the same door.

    Now that both of them were standing, Orion moved closer to her. “Well, let’s start with how to hold the ball, Princess” he stated. Positioned behind her, the Prince pressed himself against her. Of course, this now afforded him a perfect view of her bountiful valley below. He placed the ball in her upturned left hand, with his own hand underneath it. Guiding her right hand with his, he slapped both palms against the opposite side of the ball. This action, to his delight, caused her breasts to jiggle. Does it get any better than this? he thought.

    “If your left hand goes here,” he explained, moving it toward one end of the ball. “Then your other hand should be about here.” This time, he guided her right hand to the opposite end of the ball, on its other side. In such proximity, he noticed how wonderful she smelled, which was yet another distraction. Regaining focus, he concluded, “That way, when you throw the ball, the position of your hands will put a spin on it.” With his hands still on hers, Orion mimicked throwing the rugby ball, which of course, caused a rippling effect of her breasts. The juvenile in him thought of how that visual never got old.

    Positive that Cassiopeia maintained her grip on the ball, he stepped away from her. The Prince surmised that 20 feet between the pair should be sufficient for her to test her throwing skills. “Okay, Cassiopeia,” he said with a smile, “throw the ball to me, just like we pretended a few minutes ago.” Orion stood his ground, anticipating her attempt, hands at the ready.
     
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  10. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopeia stood when Orion did, watching as he caught the ball with ease. She felt him press against her from behind, and smiled to herself. Just as she planned. He smelled of horses and something else that was delightfully masculine. She could breathe in his smell all day.

    She had no problem letting him manipulate her body, and knew he enjoyed the sight of her breasts wiggling and jiggling around. The fact he was still talking was a suprise to her, that he wasn't completely distracted was a shame.

    Cassiopeia sighs as he actually moves away from her, expecting her to throw the ball to him. How horrid. She hadn't even paid him any attention, so she gives a half-hearted throw that wobbles and gives a feeble rotation before starting to nosedive before it reached the prince. "Maybe you could show me again?"
     
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  11. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    With no way to prove his doubts, Orion thought it best to keep his opinions to himself. Cassiopeia’s initial effort of throwing the ball, however, was an ineffective attempt at best. It was as if she wasn’t even trying. Perhaps she wasn’t paying attention, after all. Did anything significant exist between those pretty little ears of hers? The Prince knew better than that.

    She was extremely proficient on a horse, and that mare wasn’t a steed she was all that familiar with. Yet she would have (and should have) won their race had the mare not acquired cold hooves at clearing the wall. Orion thought of her as wily, among other attributes, and that was a compliment.

    At the moment, his imbecility was getting the best of him. Why was he complaining and questioning her, albeit silently? It was just one throw. To her credit, she did ask to be shown how again. Which meant being close to her, close enough to inhale her intoxicating scent. Some kinda berry. Which also meant stealing sneaky looks at her exposed bosom. The Prince did like the thought of that prospect. Very well then. He now considered it his duty to teach her the proper technique of hurling a rugby ball. After all, someone had to do it.

    Positioning himself behind her as before, Orion once again enjoyed the lovely view. Previously, he had been so focused on explaining and illustrating the best way to hold and throw the ball that he failed to take note of another of her assets, most notably her shapely bottom. He was sure to surge against her curviness this time. The Prince repeated the process of correct hand-positioning on the ball, as well as arm movement. Predictably, this resulted in more rattling of her chest.

    Unlike his first demonstration with her, this time Orion and Cassiopeia threw the ball. It was by no means a hard throw, but it tracked true across the room with an obvious spin to it. Before heaving it, the Prince made doubly sure that nothing fragile was in its projected path. Four times he retrieved the ball, and four times he duplicated the practice. Of course, this also meant that four times did he touch the Princess.
     
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  12. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopeia was thrilled with the results of her feeble throw. Orion, pressed against her numerous times as he attempted to teach her how to properly throw the ball. After he comes back for the last time, she turns in his arms, leans in and kisses him on the lips, just a small peck. Enough to drive him crazy as her breasts brush his chest.

    She steps back with a shy smile, playing him. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." It was a calculated move in her part, though it would confuse Orion which was the goal. She doesn't have a next move planned though, it was up to how he reacted. It was just a good thing there was no one else present.
     
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  13. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    The Princess was becoming more and more adept at throwing the ball with each attempt. Of course, the Prince realized he was assisting her with every try. Nevertheless, she exuded a quiet confidence which was not at all surprising. Royalty usually had that quality about them in spades. There was, however, that fine line between confidence and arrogance. Thankfully, Orion had yet to see the latter in her.

    Proof, the saying went, was in the pudding. Following the fourth throw (since he chose not to count her initial try), he felt it was time to see what, if anything, she had learned. Cassiopeia apparently had other ideas, as she kissed him on the lips. Orion dropped the rugby ball and gazed upon her with a raised brow and a playful grin. “You never cease to surprise me, Princess,” he softly said. He quickly determined that her apology was sheer nonsense. She knew what she was doing, though he did appreciate the effort. And her breasts brushing against him was pure bonus.

    He closed the meager gap between them and looked into her eyes. Prior to uttering a word, the Prince glanced at her cleavage, enjoying the view yet again. Although this time, there was no sneakiness involved. She clearly saw where his eyes had shifted to. Finally returning to her eyes, Orion whispered, “Turnabout, I am told, is fair play, Highness.” He gently grazed his lips against hers, returning the kiss, eyes locked on her.
     
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    Cassiopeia watches and waits to see how the prince will react. She doesn't really hear his words, but sees the obvious look directed at her cleavage. Good, she had his attention. She is surprised when he kisses her back, closing her eyes and slowly deepening it, making it real, not just a silly little brush as she had done to him.

    Her arms move to around his waist as she steps into him, her body pressed against his. He was a very talented kisser, and there was hope for him yet. Maybe... best not to think about that yet. Just kiss until they have to stop, until the queen comes back to order them around. Though, if she played her cards right, Cassiopeia could have the two of them doing what they wanted, with minimal to no supervision.
     
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  15. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Unsurprisingly, her mouth was soft and inviting, and she tasted good, too. As she pressed into him with her hands around his waist, he felt the swell of her breasts against his body. That also felt good. Though wishing to go lower, Orion stopped his hands at the small of her back, drawing her in tighter.

    Neither the Prince nor the Princess had any inkling as to how far this kiss would go, or where it would lead. Apparently, they were soon denied the opportunity to find out. Having entered the room silently as usual, Bernard cleared his throat softly, yet audible enough for the pair to hear. “Pardon the interruption, your Highnesses, but the Prince needs to change out of those riding clothes,” the valet stated. “Dinner, I am afraid, is not too far away on the schedule.”

    Separating his lips from Cassiopeia’s, Orion shot his attendant an even expression, neither upset nor relieved. He merely nodded in agreement, moving toward Bernard for their short journey to his bedroom. Before leaving her, the Prince took note of how the Princess didn’t even bother with a glance toward his valet.
     
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  16. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopia wished the Prince would put his hands just a little lower, but he was remaining proper. She felt her skin heat up from his hands on her back, her body pressed against his own, and his warm, strong lips kissing on her own. She wanted to stay like this forever, yet she also wanted more.

    She was denied the oppurtunity when the valet came and interrupted them. She ignored Bernanrd completely, just watching Orion leave before going to change herself. She wouldn't dare wear the same dress for 2 meals in the same day. Now to see if her mother had them pack anything good.....
     
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    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Approaching the staircase, Orion glimpsed toward his attendant and asked, “You care to say something?” A simple head shake was his only answer. “Bullshit, Bernard. We’ve known each other far too long for me not be able to read you like a book,” the Prince said. “Go ahead, spit it out, and please, be as frank as you wish.”

    “Very well,” Bernard responded with a deep inhalation. “You seem to be getting rather chummy with the Princess. Going out on a ride with her was one thing. Then teaching her how to throw a rugby ball was quite the other. But now this?!” The man seemed truly exasperated, and for the life of him, Orion couldn’t understand why. “The two of you were so . . . so lip-locked that I thought you might swallow her whole.” The Prince gave that scenario some thought, positive that the Princess would be quite the tasty morsel.

    “What if it had been Mother or Father who had walked in on you both, instead of me?” Bernard enquired, still somewhat distraught. Orion shrugged, and with an amused smirk, said, “I dunno. I would imagine they’d say Bravo! or something to that effect.”

    Bernard stopped mid-step, and turned to face him, annoyance clearly etched on his face. “How do you make light of this, Orion? You were so deep into her mouth, you probably know every contour of her teeth.” The Prince chuckled at this, and then replied, “Well, I’m not too sure about that. I was more focused on that ravenous tongue of hers.”

    “Again, you jest!” Bernard discreetly snapped. Orion was on it faster than Pooh Bear on honey. “Oh, what is your fucking problem with this, Bernard? I’ve never seen you act this way before.”

    “And I you, Orion. I’m surprised you didn’t grab her ass,” the attendant accused. The Prince stopped them in their tracks, a few feet from his bedroom. “Oh trust me, Bernard, I so thought of that and wanted to. And if my hands had a mind of their own, they would have been all over that sweet ass of hers.” Seeing another protest brewing, Orion cut him off. “And another thing. You do recall that we are to be wed, right?” A reluctant nod from Bernard, and he continued, “I believe I speak for Cassiopeia on this, in that if it were up to the two of us, we would just have our dalliances between the sheets or elsewhere, if you know what I’m saying. And the wedding be damned”

    With a wink, the Prince put a comforting arm around his troubled valet and said, “C’mon, guess I could use a shower, huh? Can’t be smelling like sweat and Shade at dinner, now can I?” Bernard managed a smile, and that alone made things right again between the two long-time companions.
     
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    Orion was right, if she had her choice, they would ha e sex a few times and be on their way. But they had to marry, and so she would make the most of it and marry an attractive male who was at least a descent kisser, and who seemed able to handle her temper.

    Cassiopeia changes and heads towards the dining room, hips swaying. She was in a slightly looser dress that still showed off her curves. She looked graceful and poised, not like she had been making out not too long before now.
     
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    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Finally out of a long, hot shower, Orion felt clean and reinvigorated. Funny how hot water and some suds will do for one’s demeanor. Exiting his private bathroom with only a pair of boxer-briefs on, Bernard was ready and waiting for him. Unlike the last time, however, no clothes awaited him on his bed. The Prince grinned, appreciative of his valet remembering and following instructions.

    Having decided what to wear while showering, Orion said to Bernard, “Let’s go with that black suit I favor so much, red silk tie, white shirt with the crescent moon cuff links, and the black ankle-high boots, please.” Nodding in agreement, his attendant disappeared into a sizable closet. Less than a minute later, he reappeared with the requested attire, which he held onto while the Prince dressed himself bit by bit.

    With a quick glance at his wrist watch, he realized it was a little over 40 minutes before dinner would be served. “C’mon, Bernard, let’s kill some time in the gardens. I could use some fresh air.” Following a slight nod, the pair advanced toward the door, and down the stairs. By now, dusk was waiting for them outside.
     
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    Cassiopeia reaches the dining room only to be informed she was actually early, and by quite a bit. She asks for directions to the garden, figuring she could get control of herself out there. She had to keep a calm demeanor during dinner. If she screwed this up..... well she had go work hard not too.

    She steps outside into the night air and takes a deep breath. She strolls along the garden path, not paying too much attention to where she was headed. She had way too much on her mind, the kiss, her mother's ambition, Orion and his behavior, her own behavior.
     
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