"And the prince lifted her onto his trusty steed, behind him, and they rode off into the sunset. The End." Paige looked down at her droopy-eyed daughter. "Ok, sleep tight."

"Mommy, will the Princess use a sick day to call into work or can she use vacation time?"

"I think finding your prince counts as a personal day, honey." Paige gave her a kiss and left, closing the door softly.

Too tired to do more than strip and climb into bed herself, Paige was soon deeply asleep with her own dreams.

***

"Princess Paige, the Paisley Knight has asked for an audience with you. He is one of the most noble in all the realm." Her courtier bowed as he waited for her reply.

"Okay, Leopold. Send him in."

The Princess had seen the Paisley Knight before. He was an institution at the kingdom's big jousts and his handsome, oversized physique was hard to ignore when he strode through the marketplace or the faire, but she had never spoken with him privately. In fact, they had never shared more than a few words of polite conversation. She could only imagine what he might be after with today's request for her time.

As he entered her presence chamber, Paige realized he was even more stunning up close than she had imagined from her more distant views of him. His broad shoulders supported well-muscled arms and his torso tapered to a narrow waist, with abs that she thought she could actually make out under the thin muslin of his shirt. His legs were long, and the breeches that covered them did little to hide the tight and shapely ass that topped his hard thighs.

"Oh my," thought Paige to herself.

"Princess." Paisley swept a low bow before her. "Thank you for doing me the honor of seeing me."

Paige nodded. "Of course, Sir Paisley. What can I do for you?"

"Well, Princess, as one of your loyal subjects, I find I must ask what I can do for you?"

"Whatever do you mean, sir?"

"Well, I realized that while many of us are going about our business in the kingdom – farming, building moats, fighting castles and the like – the burden of our well-being is on your luscious shoulders.

So, I have asked myself, how could I best serve my kingdom and my Princess. And, I have come up with what I believe is the answer and I would like to propose it to you."

"By all means, Sir Paisley. Do tell."

"First, I would like to ask for the pleasure of being at your service night and day. I want to listen to your hopes and dreams, your worries and your fears. I will keep silent when you just need to speak: I will offer counsel when you seek advice.

I will rub your sore muscles and massage your feet; I will ensure that your favorite foods are prepared for you, and served at just the right temperatures.

But, I want to be more than your confidant and comfort-giver. I want to warm your bed, but more importantly, I want to pleasure you. I want to lick you and stroke you every day until you scream in ecstasy. Will you allow me to serve you Princess?"

While the Princess initially felt speechless, her royal poise held up and she did not display her shock. Instead, her face remained calm as she looked down on Paisley's fine form. His offer certainly had some appeal, she thought to herself, but what was his motivation?

"Paisley. I am flattered by your offer. But, I must ask you: Why are you making this offer? My pleasure is all well and good, but why is this to your benefit as well?"

"Princess, I must admit, I have long been enamored of you. I hope that if I can curl your toes, you will do me the honor of making me your Prince."

"As I consider your proposal, I would like to ask you to prove your worthiness to me with some tasks. Are you willing to do so?"

"Yes, my Princess. I will take any challenge you care to offer me."

"Tonight, please come to my room at eleven o'clock and show me one way in which you can tantalize me."

***

At eleven o'clock sharp, there was a soft knock at the Princess' chamber. When she opened the door, Paisley stood there, holding a single white rose.

"For you my Princess."

Paige was unaccountably pleased by the gesture, far more than if he had brought a large bouquet.

"May I come in?"

She nodded and gestured to the comfortable sitting area. She had dimmed the lanterns in her chamber, but there was a soft light from the fire glowing in the fireplace so it was not dark. As Paige followed him, her eyes were drawn to the muscles rippling under his taut breeches, and despite her attempts to the contrary, she wondered what he had in mind and how much she would enjoy whatever it was.

Paisley settled onto the loveseat, seemingly with no nerves about the task he was about to undertake. Paige settled on her favorite chaise, trying to relax and not disclose the anticipation that was building. Her curiosity was rampant, about Sir Paisley and his plans.

Paisley gazed at the Princess, looking deep into her silver-flecked eyes. "May I approach you, my Princess?"

She nodded, suddenly finding herself unable to speak. He crossed the rug and sat on the edge of her chaise. Though he wasn't actually touching her, her skin tingled, feeling his very presence as a palpable thing, reacting to the heat he emitted, as it radiated through the thin silk robe she wore.

His fingers stroked her calves and then, unexpectedly, moved downward -- to her supple feet. His strong hands cupped one foot, and he began to massage it, exquisitely applying pressure to the arch, then the ball. Her pleasure grew, but despite this, she was about to object that while this was lovely it was not tantalizing. However, before she could verbalize her complaint, he slid her big toe into his mouth, using his tongue to circle it. With a gasp she lost the thought, and he moved onto the next toe and sucked, drawing it deep into his mouth, awakening sensations she hadn't known were possible. The most amazing thing as he worked his mouth across her toes was the awareness radiating out toward other parts of her body. How could this sensation in her foot cause such heat between her thighs, such tightening in her nipples. Her body pulsed toward him, craving something she could not even name. And still he licked, focusing only on her toes, as intense warmth overtook her body, making her vision blur, filling her with a sense of unfamiliar ecstasy.

Pulling up to hold her against the length of his body, he pressed against her as she throbbed and rocked, riding through the wave.

When she settled, he kissed her softly on the lips and whispered, "Tantalized, Princess?"

She nodded, unable to form words, and sighed as he kissed her again and then slipped out of her chamber.

***

The next day, Paisley received a message from the Princess, delivered by the somber Leopold. He opened the paper and nodded at her cryptic message:

11:00 pm ~~ Delight me?

***

Promptly at 11:00 o'clock, Paisley was once again at the Princess' door. This time was decidedly less awkward for both of them and he immediately gave her a deceptively gentle kiss. Deceptive only because its initial softness masked an intense passion that was apparent as Paige felt his tongue exploring and probing her mouth. He softly told her, "I took care of the dragon threatening the East edge of the kingdom and I have helped the farmers solve the weevil problem. The crops are safe, so you need not worry about the stores for the coming year." She reached her arms up to his strong shoulders, then held on as he lifted her and carried her to the chaise without removing his lips from her sweet mouth.

Paige had thought herself calm as she waited for his visit, but within only moments in his presence she found herself in a frenzy, her body aching for his touch. Luckily, he was prepared to pleasure more than her feet this evening, and she soon felt his supple fingers stroking up and down her body. She gasped as he pulled his mouth from hers, already longing to have it back, but pleased with the path it now took, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her neck. His hands cupped her breasts and he tilted one nipple up to take a taste, then the other as she moaned.

As delicious as the sensations coursing through her were, they were also torture because she wanted more. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him close to her, pulling his steely arousal toward her center. She sighed, aware this fiery sensation was only a piece of what her body craved, and one she could not even keep as he slid down her length. She pulled at him, to align him on top of her again, but he had other things in mind -- delicious other things.

The handsome knight lay between her legs as she writhed, and he started to stroke her most sensitive nub with his thumb. His other had cupped her ass, and he dipped his tongue in for a taste, sinking it into her slick passage. Her depths were wet even before his mouth nipped and nibbled, his tongue probed and stroked. Growing more sultry by the second, Paige panted as he exquisitely whirled her to the ultimate heights, until the coiled tension could withstand no more and she plunged, convulsing, shuddering. Shattered.

"Delightful." She whispered. "Tomorrow night… rapture."

***

When Paige answered Paisley's knock on the next night, he was surprised to see she was not clad in the white silk she'd worn on the previous two evenings. Instead, he found her alluring in red lace, sheer enough to give him glimpses of her delectable breasts, the shadow in the vee of her legs. She took him by the hand and led him again to the chaise – he thought to himself that he must have it bronzed – but instead of settling in, she gestured for him to seat himself.

Paisley raised his brows in surprise as she handed him a glass of wine, but he sipped gratefully, wondering why she was taking the lead from him, but intrigued to see where she was going with it.

Her agile and dainty fingers undid his shirt, then pulled at the buttons on his breeches. His erection against them, tightening the pants even as she fought to loosen them. The tight self-control he had practiced was destroyed with her light touch and he no longer even remembered what it was like to not feel her hands on him. Once he was freed, she straddled him, then dipped her head to his chest, suckling at his nipples as he had so recently done at hers, until they were rigid and straining toward the tiny flicks her tongue imparted. The heat of her core pressed against him, until he bucked with a fervor, wanting to feel himself surrounded by her fluid essence.

He craved release, yet he wanted to please her. With a struggle, he croaked out his last cohesive thought, "But, I am supposed to serve you."

"Oh, but you have," Paige whispered as she brushed her breasts down his body, her long tresses tickling his neck, his chest, his belly, until she consumed his entire length between her lips, urging him back, then slowly releasing him with a teasing lick. He could feel cool air on his skin as well as warmth from the fire nearby, heightening every sensation. Then, all rational thought was lost as he impelled himself deeper, craving only the feel of her sweet torridity, encircling him. He gripped her hair, plunging into her mouth as deeply as she could take him, barely aware of her fingers tugging his ass, pulling him deeper, deeper, until he erupted, spurting, steaming. He could feel the contraction as she swallowed his seed, before leaning her soft face against his chest.

Despite his deliverance, Paisley's steel did not return to a flaccid state and after only a few moments, Paige was once again straddling him, this time enfolding him in her sweet center. He had thought nothing could be more succulent than the Princess' mouth around him, but the piquant nectar he now enjoyed belittled that earlier thought. Impaled to his hilt, Princess Paige lifted slowly, slowly, then rubbed her nub against his head, then sank down on him again. Over and over until neither of them could stand the force building; it was bigger than either of them alone and they held each other tightly, trembling in an impossibly overwhelming climax.

When the tremors stopped, when the splinters of their selves reconnected, they were still clutching one another's bodies, breathing in synchronicity. "Rapture," she whispered.

***

Paige awoke, at peace with the pleasure of her dreams. "Happily ever after," she thought before returning to sleep.

THE END