Prince Heinrich’s
Sex-Fighting Tour of Europe Part Two
Vs. Princess
Kristine Margaretha of Sweden
When the Prince of Germany landed at Stockholm airport he was immediately met at the gate by his manservant. Vicktor had flown ahead in order to make sure all was in order for his master. Thus, Prince Heinrich was well-informed of the Princess’ love for theatrics and what lay ahead due to it. No cheap hotel suite for her, she had stated. She would defeat the upstart German Prince within the walls of her ancient family villa high up upon the mountains of Sweden. Viktor had shown him the woman’s comments made on the League boards, boasting that he was simply another male who would succumb to her, crushed decisively between her thighs.
Heinrich grimaced. The villa lay many miles to the north through some of the worst terrain in Scandinavia. It was therefore with angry resignation that he began the first leg of his week-long journey by coast-boat, car, and finally a ridiculous monorail to arrive at the royal mountaintop villa. The place was hardly ‘ancestral’ being newly constructed featuring wall to ceiling windows affording one breath-taking and terrifying views of the steep mountains and cliffs plunging hundreds of ice-covered feet below.
The princess herself was a tall girl. She was young but, according to her League record, very experienced in the art of sexual combat. A ‘typical’ Swede she was blonde, fair skinned and had a body honed by a life of mountain climbing and skiing. She was wearing a loose wrap-dress as he strode off of the mono-rail into the villa, flanked by several servants patiently waiting to take his bags.
Prince
Heinrich had no time for such things. Before introductions were made he made
immediately for the Princess and tore her dress off forcefully. He was in a bad
humor having wasted time and effort simply to get here and he personally did
not enjoy ridiculous theatrics. The Princess yelped as he tossed her across the
nearest couch and buried his battle-ready manhood deep into her unprepared
cunt. With a hard hand he pulled her panties to one side, tearing them from her
body and leaving terrible red grooves in her perfect white skin. She hissed
angrily as she dug long red nails into his muscled thigh and began meeting his
attack thrust for thrust. Her pussy, now aware of its invader, began gushing
its juices luring him deeper into her heat.
Heinrich
quickly came to regret his arrogance. The princess had boasted constantly of
having the tightest and strongest pussy in all of Europe and, as she squeezed
down crushing his hardness in its depths, he learned that her boasts were not
idle. He winced, grunting audibly as she worked him in deep, punishing him for
his thoughtless attack. Before long she had taken control, riding him hard,
forcing him back, and forcing the seed from his balls with powerful
contractions of her pussy walls.
“You thought you could simply slam your cock into me and fuck me into submission like some common tramp? My days are spent in training, strengthening myself with the most merciless of fuck-machines. My nights are spent destroying the sexual power of foolish studs like you, the nearby clinics filled to overflowing with the humbled wrecks I send to them.”
The Princess Kristine ground down hard, flexing her inner muscles for all they were worth. Heinrich roared in protest as he felt the impossible pressure along his over-worked shaft. Slowly, inch by inch, the princess dragged herself up his length always maintaining that hellish pressure. Heinrich could not stop himself. It was too much. His cum was boiling up out of his German balls, unstoppable, seeking to flood her hungry cunt with every drop of seed he could muster.
“Yes!
Cum for me! Surrender to my superior power! Fill my insatiable cunt with your
pathetic seed and know who your Mistress is!”
Prince
Heinrich ground his teeth hard, unbelieving of what was happening. Her cunt
gripped him tight as a fist as he erupted. He grabbed her hips roughly forcing
that last inch into her as thick ropes of his seed detonated in that
mind-shattering explosion. He could feel her nails digging into his arms as she
felt her womb being filled and stretched with the sheer volume of cum being blasted
deep inside of her. It had been barely an hour into their battle and she had
already taken enough cum from him to fill her pussy to bursting.
The
Princess Katerina rose from her throne, haughty in her victory, her fists on
her hips. His thick seed was dripping from between her legs joining her own
shining juices. “Do you see how useless and weak you are, little prince?
Surrender now and perhaps I will allow you to leave this place with at least a
small amount of your dignity intact.”
Heinrich
glared up at her sneering. Surrender? Him?
To a slut like her? Never! He was a prince of Germany, descendant of
Frederick Barbarossa! His cock was still hard despite his orgasm. He could
fight. He would fight. He would win!
Before
the princess could react, barely in time for her pride to turn to alarm …..
Prince Heinrich of Germany attacked.