Dusk shone through the red and gold stain glass windows of the prince’s room. It was a vast space, in one corner was a table with the map of the kingdom and its conflicts laid across it. Opposite the table was his luxurious bed, and a door to the showers in the castle basement. The prince stood at his windows overlooking the capital when his assistant announced the first princess.
Disha strode into the room
https://images.filmibeat.com/ph-big/2023/07/disha-patani_168837084300.jpgShe smiles as she approaches the prince, kissing him deeply as she presses her hips against him. His hands wander through her soft red dress. She whispers in his ear as he kisses her neck,
“This kingdom is ours. I love you, and I will kill for you.”
The prince inhales deeply as his hands explore her curves and Disha melts into his kiss.
Just as the prince and his brunette lover start to get lost in each other, the door of his room is thrown open. The servant has no time to announce Princess Natalya before she dismisses him, striding towards her future husband, hands running through her hair and violence glittering in her electric blue eyes. She smiles dangerously as her rival removes herself from the prince, her fingers lingering on his erection.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52722149306_ffbfe12543_w.jpgPrincess Natalya kisses her king deeply, already competing with Disha. The blonde goddess guides the princess’ hands under her black panties. His fingers slide inside her and make her gasp in a giggling surprise as they kiss.
“Choose me, my king” she smiles as she whispers in his ear. “I love you, and I will kill for you”.
“I love YOU,” the prince responds, kissing her neck, feeling her shudder against his body.
The blonde princess pulls away from the prince and smiles, her hands disappear behind her back as her bra falls on the ground. She looks to her rival, her breasts offering a challenge, her nipples hardening.
Disha strips her top off as well. She breaths deeply as she approaches her rival.
The princesses collide.
They scream in excitement and frustration as their hands claw each other’s breasts, their toned legs wrapping around and thrusting at each other, trying to find an opening. Both women had been training in their palaces since they were of age. Each knew how to inflict pain in any number of ways.
They stripped each other’s bottoms off as they threw each other around the room. Between slapping and clawing, both women tore at each other’s pussies. Natayla gained the upper hand for a moment when she kisses Disha deeply. The brunette, shocked and letting out a soft moan as the blonde’s fingers turn pleasurable, kisses her back before she is violently thrown against the prince’s dresser, losing consciousness.
Disha woke up to the prince and her rival fucking hard. The prince smiled as his hands squeezed the blonde princess’s perfect ass as she gasped in ecstatic pleasure. Never forgetting her training, the victorious blonde princess whispers in her king’s ear,
“I’ll be right back love”.
Natalya turned around and started to strut towards the downed brunette princess, glancing behind her with a smile for her future king, her hands running through her golden hair.
Disha sucked in a breath and launched a kick into the blonde’s pussy as Natalya let out a painful yelp. The dark skinned princess scrambled to the blonde, deflecting her hands and mounting her. The brunette’s perfectly manicured nails dig deep into Nat’s breasts as the blonde’s eyes begin to show panic.
The beautiful blonde princess is overmatched by her rival. After a flurry of punches the blonde is laid out, spread eagle, struggling to breathe.
Her eyes wander, and she sees Disha grab an ornate knife from above the prince’s bed.
Natalya struggles to rise but she is pinned again by the brunette goddesses, who raises the knife above her head and drives it between the blonde’s heaving chest.
The blond princess catches Disha’s hands holding the knife. Her adrenaline is pumping as she tries to prevent the blade from penetrating her heart.
Disha applies her full weight, driving the knife slowly between the blonde’s heaving, sweat covered breasts. Their nipples begin to rub and squeeze against each other as the knife falls lower and lower. The sweet blonde begins to beg, the tip of the knife just barely touching her skin. Disha yells, and gives one last push.
Natayla cries out in agony and frustration, her body gives way as her vision begins to blur. “No, not like this…” she tries to rise but her strength has left her.
She barely registers as Disha slowly rises, places her foot on her breast, and raises her arms in triumph, and beckoning the prince to her.
The prince rises from his seat and approaches his new queen. She steps over the dead blonde, her foot crushing the defeated princesses breast.
The prince guides his new queen to their bed as the servants take the useless body down into the furnace.
