210 Istvan

"Your Highness! Please!"

Outside the southern manor. A thousand templars clad in full plate armour, both a sword and mace upon their hips. kneeled before the entrance. Istvan, the successor of Walter after the old man's disappearance during the war was at the forefront. 

Rumours were that the first prince had lost his will. After his sword had been shattered by his opponent, someone he believed to be inferior, his warrior spirit had broken. Living in self imposed-exile, he hid away from high-society. Living with only a small team of servants.

The first time, Istvan had pleaded for an audience with the man, he came alone. The second, he came with a platoon. The third, an entire company of men. At first, Daisy had been scared out of her pants to see so many armed men approach the palace. However, after multiple repeats of such an event, she could only head out through the main doors, pushing along a small tray to serve tea to the prince's guests.

Istvan's pleading eyes gazed into hers.

She shook her head in response. Answering his question one again. Victor Del Lagos, to this day still refused to accept any guests unless it was Victoria the queen herself.

Daisy, was the only other living person allowed to enter his private quarters to serve him.

Istvan passed on to her the latest reports from the kingdom. Detailing the current state of affairs regarding the far north and the far south. Potential threats on both fronts. 

Although the prince technically lead many of them to their deaths. His private Paladin corps, filled with templars were strangely fiercely loyal to the man.

The men thanked her for her tea and refreshments, before she hurried herself back in. Where the templars would begin to sing and chant their marching songs. Hoping in doing so would reignite the prince's fighting spirit.

The call to battle.

...

At night, the prince fumbled around as his nightmares continued to assault his mind. Within his dream, the elven blade was faster, stronger, more precise and fearsome than his. Every exchange, his blade would break. Scrambling across the fields of war, wielding blade after blade from the multiple human corpses that surrounded him. Queen Rima Regenon continued to shatter sword after sword effortlessly as she continued to smile and snicker at his attempts.

When he found himself exhausted, tired and wanting nothing but rest. He found himself kneeling once more, his limbs refused to answer him. As he gaze peered upon the cruel smile that towered above him. Her blade raised high, ready to decapitate him.

Prince Victor would continually experience this same dreams for months with no end. Waking, only to find himself within the embrace of Daisy. The strawberry blonde maid he had taken a liking to simply because she somewhat reminded him of Rosemi. However, by now. The prince no longer saw her as a replacement for a flower in which he could not pluck.

"Daisy..." He snuggled his face further into his bosom. Appreciating her warmth. Daisy awoke from her own sleep, noticing his morning wood. Her soft hand slipped down and began to massage it.

Daisy would layer kisses over kisses upon his head as he continued to breathe in her scent. Her hands tenderly jerked him off until he climaxed. Only when he finished cumming, did he fall back onto the bed whilst Daisy was quick to dip under the covers to give him a cleaning fellatio.

Her hot mouth quickly sent shots of dopamine into his brain, calming his nerves. Making him quickly forget whatever nightmare he had experienced. He held nothing back, and swiftly came again inside her mouth. Her cute little mouth continued to clean and suck, vacuuming his urethra like a straw, trying to draw out more of his cock-milk.

Unable to handle the repeated pleasure, he flipped the covers away. Pushing her down onto the bed and mounting her in missionary. She assisted him by aiming his cock, placing the tip directly into her dripping honey pot.

Shivering in delight and pleasure as his cock entered her pussy. Her legs quickly wrapped around his back, whilst her arms swung around his neck. Embracing the prince with every limb possible. Sweet, delicious ear candy assaulted the prince's ears as she moaned directly into them. Her adorable whimpers of lust, her pheromones inhaled deeply into his system. Her absolutely soaked pussy lubricated his cock as he continued to plunge himself within.

"Your Highness, please cum lots inside me~ ♡"

The prince did as requested, his cum deposited deep within her as he continued to ravage her body. When his afterglow passed, finding himself to still be tightly wrapped by all her limbs. She whispered once more into the man's ears.

"My prince, please give me more of your cummies~ ♡" As she nibbled on his ear.

His limp dick was quickly revived, once again impaling her honey pot. Stirring the mixture of essences within as he began to work his glutes and hips again to fuck her. Ruthlessly slamming his groins down upon her, slamming harder than necessary. 

"Y-your Highness! I-I love your cock! It's so fucking amazing! UUuuu~ ♡"

Many hours later into the night, after multiple orgasms from the both of them. Even after Victor could no longer get it up. Daisy continued to suck and massage his cock until she passed out herself. Ensuring the man would have a pleasant dream, over his usual nightmares.

Thus, was the life of Victor Del Lagos.