[TG] A Royal Lesson - Part 3

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Having no other choice, Darien now in his favourite whores body goes back to her brothel to try and think of a plan and ends up being distracted.

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Darien felt the rush of wind as the heavy doors to his chambers closed behind him, leaving him out in the cold hall with the guards staring staunchly past him. He could not believe this; since when did Gwendolyn talk back to him? Let along pull a stunt like this. Oh, he would make sure she paid soundly for this once he figured out how to turn back.

One of the guards cleared his throat awkwardly and Darien grit his teeth and walked away. He turned the corner and stopped, realising he had no idea where exactly he was supposed to go. He knew nothing about Gwendolyn’s life outside of what took place in his bedchambers. Why should he? What sort of prince concerned himself with the lives of his whores?

All he knew was that she belonged to the best whorehouse in the city, one that was quite far from the castle walls. Even if the workers came here frequently to see various clients they couldn’t have a whore house too close to the castle; it was unseemly. Still, he couldn’t help but feel irritated as he started walking, realising just how long it was going to take to get to bed.

As he walked the prince began to formulate a plan. He would go to Adric and prove his identity; his advisor was trained in the magic arts and would be sure to know a cure. The man was no doubt asleep right now and bursting into his room as a whore was a good way to get himself thrown out of the palace; no, he would wait until tomorrow. Then when he was well rested he could prove his identity by telling Adric things only the prince could know.

Then it would be a simple matter of arresting his impersonator and getting them swapped back. A grin split across his face, he’d have her locked in the stocks naked as the day she was born; on display for all to see. That would show Gwendolyn her place. And of course, the harshest part of her punishment would be him finding a replacement.

His face grew hot remembering the sex he had experienced with her. She had lied, saying he was terrible and bed but now that he knew what this body was capable of feeling he knew that had to be a lie. That cock between his legs had felt pleasurably in a way he could not describe. As he walked he became more and more aware of the ache it left behind; the way his slightly sensitive folds brushed against one another as he walked. It made him shiver.

It was Gwendolyn’s fault of course, nothing to do with him. He was trapped in a whores body, of course the pleasure would be overwhelming to the point that he could no longer control himself. That had to be it, the other option…well it was ludicrous to even consider.

Darien continued to stew on these feelings even as his feet began to ache walking across the vast city. He had only ever taken carriages and didn't realise just how far his whore had to walk every night to come and see him. By the time he reached the whorehouse his legs were sore and his anger and lust had all boiled into one giant ball of emotion that seemed to make him hot from the inside out.

The door opened revealing, to the untrained eye, a simple Tavern. A Tavern with only a small bar and half a dozen seats for gentlemen to wait for a room upstairs to become available. A Matronly woman, well past her prime, sat behind the bar and sighed in relief upon seeing him.

“About time you got back, did the prince work you twice as hard tonight?” She snickered.

“Oh yes, he is such a wonderful lover I simply had to stay for more.” He said sincerely, only to blink in confusion as the woman laughed.

“I almost believed you there for a second, girl your acting is out of this world. No wonder you’re his favourite.”

Darien felt his cheeks tinge pink in embarrassment; was this how people spoke about him when he was not present? With practised effort he kept a smile on his face; he would put this whore in the stocks too once he was back in his own body.

“Anyway, the baker's boy is here again. Go have fun.” She jabbed a thumb at the stairs, “He’s been waiting a while, paid a good premium too. After all that rubbish with Prince Darien I am sure you could use a good fuck. Rose is seething with jealousy.”

Darien felt too shocked to even reply, heading for the stairs out of a desire to get away from this ghastly woman more than anything. It was only when he opened the door to a room with his name painted on the front that he realised exactly what she had said.

A young man, still growing his first beard, was sitting on Gwendolyn’s bed. He looked up with a grin as he entered and got to his feet.

“Gwendolyn! I was beginning to worry.”

“The prince kept me busy.” He said quietly as his heart started racing.

Oh no. This was a client. He had planned on just going to sleep; he kept Gwendolyn on retainer, he had assumed that meant she was exempt from servicing other men. At least that’s what he had hoped such a large payment per night would buy him. He felt disgust roll in his stomach knowing his whore had been having other men at the same time as him but that feeling was soon overwhelmed by panic.

He couldn’t sleep with another man! Being fucked by his old body, that was one thing. After all, he was still technically sleeping with Gwendolyn but this, this was entirely different. He couldn’t let another man hold him down and plunge his manhood into him. No matter how much the thought made his new pussy quiver. A muscle memory from Gwendolyn no doubt.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He tried in his most innocent voice, “I just don’t think I can tonight, the prince wore me out so much I uh…uh…”

The man was walking toward her now with a wry grin on his face. Perhaps that voice he’d used was a bit too innocent.

“Hard to get huh? I do love a little roleplay.” He grinned, “How about I try and convince you?”

Suddenly Darien’s arms were seized, his body pressed against the man’s chest firmly in a way that knocked the breath right out of his lungs. The grip was tight enough that it sent a shiver down his spine, not one of fear but of desire. Darien felt his panic increase; why was this man turning him on so much? Why wasn't he fighting? Why didn't he want to fight this?

His lips got closer and a moment later they were pressing together. Darien gasped in shock and without thinking his mouth opened enough that the man’s tongue dove inside, sliding against his own and eliciting the most wonderful sensations. Darien felt his eyes droop slightly as his lower stomach began to warm.

Acting on some unknown instinct he tilted his head back, allowing the man’s hand to cup the back of his head and grip into his long hair. The slight pain as he tugged on the long strands made Darien moan. This was all wrong, he couldn’t get off on submission, he wasn't a woman, not really. Even if letting this strong man hold him felt so right.

He was so distracted he didn't even realise they were moving toward the bed until he was tumbling down onto it. His dress spread out around him as he pushed himself up on his elbows. He’d never felt more exposed.

“Change your mind yet?”

“N-no…”

“I think you’re lying.”

The man pointed down and Darien followed his gaze to a stain slowly making its way across the front of his dress’ skirt where it had bunched between his legs. His own wetness, obvious signs of the arousal he was trying to fight. His face turned hot and he looked away, giving the man time to climb onto the bed with him.

A strong, rough palm slid up his leg and Darien felt pinned in place. Electricity like the lightning that forked across the night sky during storms seemed to thrum in his veins. He felt pinned in place by it and the steady pressure building between his legs.

“I do so love these games.” The man sighed, leaning in close to kiss at Darien’s neck.

He had to stop this, stop himself! He would get control of this situation…in just a moment; the man’s hands were getting close to his womanly flower and he just wanted a small taste of the pleasure it brought.

Even when steeling himself for it though, he wasn't prepared for the ecstasy that was having those rough fingers stroke his folds. He grabbed onto the man’s arm, pushing his fingers harder against him and writhing at the intensity. Just a little more, a little more and he would stop.

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” The man teased and Darien bit his lip.

Nobody needed to know; as far as this man and all the other whores in the house were concerned; he was Gwendolyn. And nobody would ever need to know this swap happened. So perhaps, just one more taste of what it felt like to be fucked would be acceptable. He was nodding before he had even finished rationalising. Reaching his arms up so that his new lover could strip his dress off.

Darien fumbled with the buttons on the front of his partner’s pants before yanking them down to reveal a frankly enormous manhood. No wonder the woman at the front talked about the baker’s boy being a ‘treat’. Darien seethed with jealousy looking at the erection, far larger than his could ever be. His jealousy was also tinted with want though; already he was curious to know what such a length would feel like inside him.

He wouldn't have to wait long as it seemed even his partner had run out of patience for teasing. He wrapped his arms tightly around Darien, letting them fall back onto the bed with his hard on pressing against the princes’ inner thighs. A moment later, the tip was resting on his wet hole and he barely had the chance to prepare himself before it started to slide inside. There was no resistance; his passage was already stretched and soaking, allowing the cock to easily push inside.

Darien bit his lip, whole body tensing in a vain effort to stay quiet. He couldn’t last; he cried out; amazed at the pleasure that came from being penetrated so deeply. The tip of the man’s cock rested against the deepest part of him, that wonderful spot Gwendolyn herself had tortured him with. In no time his new lover was thrusting in and out, hard and fast. He was so big though, he couldn’t stop hitting Darien’s G-spot even if he tried and the prince felt all sense of pride leave him. He wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and cried out.

“Yes! Harder! Harder ooohhhhh…”

He felt his pussy begin to tighten, squeezing around the cock harder and harder until he could go no tighter. Ecstasy exploded outwards from the deepest part of himself and Darien was lost in a sea of pleasure as the man continued to fuck him hard through the orgasm. A few moments later he felt warm wetness splash against his womb and his pleasure turned to humiliation as the afterglow set in and his new partner pulled out.

He was the crown prince of the realm and he had just let a commoner fuck him like a whore. What was worse; he wanted to do it again.