Princess Gwendis and the Blessing of Cum - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Aww, How Sweet

Andor stepped forward and threw a blanket around her, then drew her to her feet. She was almost catatonic the whole ride back to the castle.

He took her in a back way and carried her up to his own room. He drew a bath and gently bathed her until her skin shone clean again. She shivered in his arms as he wrapped her in fur and set her on his bed.

"So that's where you've been these last nights," he said neutrally, when he judged that she was herself again.

Gwendis sniffled and nodded miserably.

"Why?" His voice was clipped and cold.

"I've been blessed," his sister said, looking at him with her face shining. "My faerie blessing. I have to drink deeply each day from the cup of life."

Andor blinked. Then he broke out laughing. He laughed until he couldn't stand anymore, then sat next to his sweet sister and put his arms around her. "Oh, Gwendis. You know I love you."

She snuggled in close to him and nodded. She was feeling much better.

"You should have told me," he chided her.

"I didn't want anyone to know," she whispered, feeling her brother's strong muscles under her fingers. "Especially you. I was so ashamed..."

Andor hugged her so hard she winced. "You know what I thought when I saw you sitting on the ground, sucking up that horse cum?"

Gwendis burned red and shook her head against his chest. He brushed his robe aside, and she gasped to see his achingly hard cock lying against his stomach.

"I thought that it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen," he said, "And I will kill anyone who gives you trouble about it." Gwendis squealed and jumped into his lap. He put his hand behind her head and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

The siblings sat like that for a long time, enjoying each others' closeness. Presently, Andor lifted Gwendis up slightly, and she moaned when he set her down on his cock.

They made love slowly, rocking against each other, kissing and touching. Gwendis felt like her heart was going to burst in her chest. Her big, handsome brother, the one man whose opinion she cared the most about in the whole world, loved her and wanted her and didn't care if she drank as much cum as she needed. As much cum as she wanted, rather, which was going to be a lot more.

She moaned into the curve of his neck as her body responded to his incestuous fucking. He filled her up deliciously, hot and hard inside her young body, and when he orgasmed, she thought she was going to die of happiness. Everything was going to be okay.

One Month Later

Gwendis sat to Andor's left at a banquet. She beamed, chatting with their guests, sipping occasionally on a tall champagne flute filled with sweet, warm cum. It felt good trickling down her throat.

Just as she thought she was going to be ready for the main course, the horse master came up behind her and cleared his throat. He was dressed in more courtly finery than he was used to, and he held a huge glass mug in his hand. Gwendis' eyes got big, and she licked her lips.

"From Logi, milady," he said blandly. "I thought you'd be wanting it now."

"Thank you, sir," she replied softly, taking the mug. She looked up coquettishly from under her lashes. "This isn't horse on top, though?"

He cleared his throat again. "I had the lads top it off, milady," he said, and gave her a small smile. "We know how you like it."

Gwendis' eyes sparkled as she skimmed a slim finger over the top of the mug, then popped it into her mouth. Everyone at the table watched her as she raised the mug. Her throat moved as she gulped down a good pint of jizz at one go.

Sighing happily and licking the cum off her lips, Gwendis grinned at the horse master. "Remind me to come down and thank the lads some time, sir," she said, and he grinned back at her.

"Yes, milady," he said, and left with a spring in his step.

Gwendis turned back to the table and set the mug down. More than one woman was watching her with an openly envious expression, and most of the men seemed to be suddenly deeply interested in anything else. Snaking a hand surreptitiously into her brother's lap, the princess felt his steely hardness and a smile lit up her face.

She lifted the mug of cum again and began to drain it.

Continued in Chapter 4