The Love Slave M/L/Z UC ADULT-- [COMPLETE]

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Well, Gang, I’ve decided to try my hand at Slash Fiction, but I’m a dreamer through and through, so don’t get too excited.

The Love Slave



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Rating: ADULT, like it would be anything else?! You give me Max and Zan to play with and what did you think would happen?

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don’t own ‘em, but if I did, I’d keep Max tied to my bed 24/7!

Just so you Know: the title and the story is based loosely on a romance novel I read once. I can’t remember the author, but I promise it won’t reflect the book at all. And, if you ever get the chance, pick that book up. IT’S HOT!

Summary: M/L/Z. No M/Z action, sorry. This is all for Liz, no guy/guy stuff. I’m sure you can tell from the title what will be going on.

Ok, on with the show…

Prologue

“Twin sons, your majesty.” Came the reply of the small serving woman, “And just as handsome as yourself, King Phillip.”

Twins, his mind pondered. This was going to make naming a royal heir rather difficult, but then again, why only have one son when you can have 2. King Phillip had been made to stay out of the birthing room, but now that his sons had made it into the world, he wasn’t going to be kept out any longer.

King Phillip slowly opened the door. He tentatively poked his head around the corner of the door. There lay his beautiful wife, holding to little blue bundles.

“Oh, Phillip, come see your sons.” Diane called to him. Phillip walked cautiously over to her and the babies. He had heard some of the most horrible noises coming out of this room, and he was weary as to whether they were finished and it was safe to go near his wife. “Look at them, darling. They have your dark hair.” She cooed.

Phillip looked down at the scrunched up faces poking out of the blankets and at first didn’t like what he saw, then the one on the left yawned, and it was actually quite cute, then the one on the right reached out his little hand and grabbed at his father’s finger. Phillip figured they might not be that bad.

“And what are their names, Sweetheart?” he asked his wife and queen.

“I think we should name this one Maxwell after your father, because he was born first, and we should name this one Zander after my father.” Diane suggested. “Maxell Phillip and Zander Xavier, after you and your brother.”

“I like that.” Phillip said agreeing to the names.

3 years later…

“A daughter, sire” said the same small serving woman. “And a vision of the queen herself.” Phillip let himself into the birthing room for the second time in his life.

“Isabel Vilondra shall be her name.” Diane said without asking for a reply.

“Very well, my queen.” Phillip looked down at the baby all wrapped in pink. “Welcome into the world little princess.”

13 years later…

“Because you are a girl, that’s why Izzy.” Zan said frankly, as if that was the perfect reason for his sister to not be allowed to join them in any of their adventures.

“Fine, who would want to do anything with a bunch of nasty old boys anyway, especially you 4.” Isabel spat out with a little more venom than Zan had expected. He flinched at the harsh tone in her voice, but didn’t do anything to take back what he said. Isabel stormed off into the castle, and ran most of the way, hoping they wouldn’t see her tears.

Zan turned to his brother and their best friends Michael and Kyle. Michael was the son of Lord Rathnor Guerin, King Phillip’s top general and most trusted advisor. Michael had been born a month after the twins and they had grown up and played with each other since before they could remember. Kyle was the son of Lord James Valenti, the Royal Ambassador. Kyle was born a year after the 3 boys, but was in school with them in the palace and became known as the 4th musketeer very quickly.

“So, what are we doing today guys?” Kyle asked.

“I’m up for flight training in the gorge.” Michael threw in.

“Nah, lets go in to the capital and hit on girls.” Zan said while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m for that!” Kyle chimed in.

“No, lets just go swimming or something, I just want to relax.” Max finally said, and that was the final vote. It always was. What Max said is what everybody did. It wasn’t that he lorded over them; it was just how things worked. Max made the decisions, and everybody naturally followed.

5 years later…

Happy Birthday banners hung everywhere. It was the twins 21st birthday and the entire galaxy had shown up for the gala. Twin 5 tier cakes, one chocolate, one vanilla sat in the center of a lavish banquet table in the middle of the grand ball room. The string quartet sat in the musician’s box and played lovely music while the guests arrived for the party. Max and Zan were supposed to be in the greeting line, since this was their birthday party, but they were no where to be seen.

Michael smiled to himself. There was only one place they could be if they were this late. The Harem.

Inside the Royal Harem…

The slap of naked skin against skin could be heard from the front door way. Deep grunts and high pitched yelps of pleasure were vibrating off the walls.

“Oh God, Zan, Oh GOD!” screamed a little blonde, who, naked as the day she was born, was seated on Zan’s face and busy rubbing her pussy all over it. Zan did not disappoint, as could be confirmed from the screaming she did. Zan had gotten very good at that form of pleasure, and his reputation for multiple orgasms was well earned.

“Max, Max, oh, god, Max, just like that!!! Oh, faster, baby, yeah, yeah, YEAH!” screamed the girl underneath Max. Her whole body shuddered from her intense orgasm. Zena, a concubine from Antar’s 5th moon, just had her world rocked by the crown prince for the 3rd time in 20 minutes and she wasn’t sure if she could survive another orgasm like that.

“Maxwell, Zander, you are going to miss your own birthday party.” Came a strict voice from behind a curtain.

“One more minute Maria” came the twins voices in unison.

Zan rolled the convulsing blonde under him and slammed his ragging manhood into her tight pussy. She came the instant he entered her and Zan rammed into her until completion.

Max raised Zena’s legs over his head and positioned himself at a deeper angle. Several deep thrusts and another orgasm later, Max finally came into Zena with a low groan and one last deep thrust.

“Now, hurry you 2. Your mother is sending out servants to look for you every 10 minutes.” Maria scolded them.

“Geeze, you’d think 2 guys could celebrate their birthday their own way.” Zan complained sarcastically.
“I was just relieving some tension. I needed to clear my head before this ball. Every woman in the galaxy is going to be looking at us like fresh meat.” Max said in his usual cool tone.

“Just as long as they bring the A1, I’m up for anything.” Max’s horndog of a brother replied.

Max just shook his head and went to his personal apartments to get dressed and ready for the ball.

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Part 1

Max and Zan ran down to the ballroom. Max, dressed in all white and a gold and purple sash across his chest, his crown in hand as they ran. Zan was dressed in all black and a matching gold and purple sash hung across his muscular chest. Zan’s crown was in Maria’s hands as she followed after them, in hopes of getting them to the ball quicker. Zan had taken too long to get ready and was still buttoning things up as they ran.

“So, Maria, who all is invited to this thing?” Zan asked as they turned the corner to the grand ballroom stairs.

“Every eligible young lady of standing from every planet, of every galaxy.” Maria informed him.

“Mom wasn’t very selective this time, was she?” Zan commented to his brother.

“No, mom is getting desperate for us, especially me, to marry. I wish she would just give it a rest.” Max responded in a cool tone.

“Fat chance, you 2” Maria piped up from the back. They reached the main doors of the ballroom and came to screeching halt. “Now, let me look at you. Oh, Zan, straighten your crown. Max, please button up your fly. That will be a dead give away of where you 2 were.” Maria scolded like a mother hen. Maria had come to the palace with her mother, Lady Amy Deluca, the year the boys turned 17. Maria was 16 and a well developed 16 at that. The boys made her a member of their group, much to Isabel’s heartbreak. Each of the boys had gone through a phase of being in love with Maria, but she only had eyes for Michael, even if Michael didn’t admit his feelings for her. Maria took up the role as mother hen for the group soon after that and they did what the little blonde said, without question, even Max. It was easier to agree than to attempt to fight with her.

“Now, please behave, for your mother’s sake. Smile at the girls and pretend like you actually want to be here.” Maria chided them, “And for heaven’s sake, don’t let Kyle or Michael egg you 2 into anything. Last year’s party was a disaster, no thanks to those 2. I’m amazed your mother even let them come this year.” Maria rattled on.

“Ok mom, can we go now?” Zan asked.

“Yes, you can. But first, do I look alright?” she asked.

A low whistle was heard from the shadows behind them. Michael stepped out and wrapped his arms around Maria’s middle. “Beautiful” was all he said as his mouth descended towards her neck. Michael had finally gotten over himself 2 years ago and had fallen head over heels in love with Maria.

“No, stop that, you’ll ruin my hair, and I cannot go to this ball with Michael bites on my neck.” She creamed pushing him away.
“Just marking my territory.” He mumbled as he pulled her close for a kiss. Maria caved under Michael’s kiss and was slowly forgetting where they were, until Zan cleared his throat.

“Umm, the ball, you guys.” Zan hinted.

“Oh, yeah, the ball. Ok, be right behind you guys.” Michael called out, just before he gathered Maria back into his embrace and captured her lips in a searing kiss once more. “I don’t know why we have to go. I’ve already found my eligible maiden.” Michael said to Maria in a thick and husky voice. Maria just melted on the spot.

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The royal trumpets sounded, announcing the entrance of the royal princes. The main oak doors opened and out stepped Prince Maxwell and Prince Zander, greeted by a dreamy unison sigh from every woman in the audience. Max and Zan descended to the ballroom floor on opposing spiral staircases. They reached the main floor and walked to their mother’s side together. They each kissed her in turn and kissed and hugged their sister Isabel and embraced their father. King Phillip approached the center of the royal diesis.

“The guests of honor have arrived, let the festivities begin.” With that, a loud noise of clapping, cheering, and congratulatory wishes filled the large room. Zan turned to survey the crowd. Every eligible woman in the universe, he thought to himself. He wondered just how eligible they all were, or at least willing. His distinctive smile spread across his face, giving away his mischievous thoughts.

“Don’t do it brother.” Max warned, “These are princesses, not harem women.”

“I know that, brother. I was just wondering which one of these women could dance well, that is all.” he replied in a voice as smooth as silk. Max wasn’t fooled.

“I warn you, Zan, don’t take advantage of any of these women. They are much too naïve.” Max said so only Zan could hear.

The boys moved to the dance floor to begin the traditional dance with all the maidens waltz. Considering just how many maidens there were, this was going to be the longest waltz in any monarchy’s history. 3 hours and several hundred unchosen maidens later, the waltz finally ended. It was for the best, because the orchestra was fading fast. The king stood up on the front diesis and signaled for the music to stop and the people to quiet.

“I think it is time for the princes to cut their cakes and receive their gifts from our distinguished guests.” the king announced to the crowd. The princes cut their cakes. Max’s was the chocolate and Zan’s the vanilla. The boys may look alike, but many of their tastes were the complete opposite. After the entire room was given a piece of each cake, and Maria managed to con a serving girl into saving her the top tier of Max’s cake because chocolate was her favorite, everyone cleared the main floor and the royal family moved to the center diesis.

Servants flowed swiftly in and out, presenting each gift the princes for their inspection and then taking to a side room for holding until later, when the princes could really inspect them. Every planet’s dignitary brought a gift for the twins and each ruling house of Antar presented lavish gifts on them. They were all hoping to gain favor with the twins, because soon they would be old enough to assume the role of king, and they needed the king as an ally.

The final present was about to be presented and the twins could hardly wait for it to all be over. After the presents were given, they had only 1 more hour of pleasantries with the dignitaries and then they could retire.

The last moon of Antar brought forth several bejeweled gifts for the princes to place in the royal treasury. The gifts stopped and the princes figured that the gifts had all been presented. Max moved to get out of his chair to thank the dignitaries, but as he stood, a small serving girl poked her head out from the door way the gifts had been coming. She took a tentative step towards the ballroom with her left arm trailing behind her. Her left hand came around the corner of the door and in it was a gold chain. The gold chain slowly followed her into the ballroom. The first indication of what was following was a foot that came into view around the door. Then followed by a graceful calf and a shapely thigh and a second well crafted leg. Then a curvaceous figure stepped out from the shadow of the entrance way.

Max was still half standing/half sitting, just frozen in place as the amazing being at the end of a golden chain walked towards him. Zan was rooted in his chair. He was pretty sure he couldn’t have gotten up from his chair if he tried. The woman’s silky chocolate colored hair cascaded around her face and down her back. Her face was covered in a gold sheer veil that obscured her features, but didn’t hide them. Her full ruby lips were easily visible and her eye lids were lowered to give a look of submission. Her body was wrapped in a sheer gold toga like robe that hardly hid anything, but left enough to the imagination to entice curiosity.

The serving girl bowed low to the royal family and extended her hand that held the chain out to Max. Max reached for the chain. The girl pulled back, looking up into the prince’s slightly shocked face.

“I am sorry your majesty, but this gift is for both you and Zan, from the 5th moon, Velari.” the meek girl said in a very unsteady voice. Zan awkwardly rose to his feet and moved towards the girl. He also held out his hand, and the serving girl slightly smiled and placed a gold chain in each princes’ hand.

They stood there, frozen in place, shocked by the sight in front of them. A goddess on a golden chain was their birthday present. The prime minister of Velari stepped forward.

“May I present to their royal highnesses, a very rare gift. Our humble planet wishes to give our princes the greatest gift they can receive on their 21st birthday. I would like to introduce you to Elizabeth, The Love Slave.”

TBC...

I'll be back with more, and the next part will be very hot. I warn you now. When you see that part 2 is up, get a glass of ice water and a fan before you open that chapter.

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Ok, this part is a long one...

Part 2

“Hello, your majesties.” Elizabeth smiled and deeply bowed. “Happy Birthday” she said to them in a feminine yet husky voice. Zan and Max were hooked after hearing her speak only 5 words. Their pulses raced and their desire for this vixen was becoming painfully physically evident.

“I do not approve of this gift.” the queen announced before anyone knew what was happening. The king quickly stepped in to intervene.

“Thank you Prime Minister Whitman. Your gift is very exotic indeed, but you cannot give people.” He tried to sooth all egos present.

“My king, you do not see the reality of this gift. Elizabeth has been trained by the masters of erotic arts for the pleasure of our princes. I give them a luxury no other kingdom could afford. To own a love slave makes your kingdom’s status even more pronounced and I would ask of you to accept the gift, even if it is never put to use, for it can only bring good fortune.” The Prime Minister half pleaded.

“Thank you Prime Minister Whitman. My brother and I gladly accept your gift, and we have that right because it is our birthday.” Zan said, finally finding his voice. His comment challenged his mother to defy him, and he knew she would not. Zan had always been the apple of his mother’s eye and she gave into him constantly. The queen sat down in an ungraceful huff. She still did not approve, but causing an international incident over it would not be the best course of action.

The Prime Minister bowed in acknowledgement of the princes’ acceptance of the gift. Max motioned for the serving girl who had walked Elizabeth into the room to return to his side. She obediently approached. Max took the chain in Zan’s hand, much to his dismay, and handed the chains to the serving girl.

“Please take Elizabeth to the harem and make her feel welcome. She is to have whatever she desires and move her into the apartment between Zan’s and my own.” Max instructed her.

“Yes your majesty.” she said, bowing low. Elizabeth said nothing, only bowed to the royal family and followed the serving girl out.

“Thank you all for coming and bestowing so many amazing and beautiful gifts upon my brother and I. Please, continue to eat, drink, dance and enjoy yourselves.” Max announced to the crowd. Max turned to his brother and whispered, “Do you think you can make it through 1 more hour until we get to go open our new present?” he teased.

“No, but I don’t have a damn choice in the matter,’ he whispered back. Max could hear Zan trying to gain control of his emotions after having seen that breath taking beauty. Max was fighting his own inner battle for control of his body’s reaction to the girl and he doubted as to whether he would survive another hour of this ball, knowing what was upstairs waiting for him.

Max and Zan moved down from the diesis and went around the room shaking hands and getting happy birthday wishes from all present. Many of the young women refused to look them in the eye. They knew that that Love Slave had beaten them all out for the princes’ interest.

Upstairs

Liz followed the girl slowly up into the palace. So far, what she had seen of the palace was very lovely and Alex had not been lying when he said she would be living in the lap of luxury. Alex, the Prime Minister’s son was Liz’s best friend and confidant on Velari.

Her parents had been killed in the Civil War on Grodova and she had been orphaned at 16. Living on the streets and stealing to survive, Liz was finally caught by a merchant and he sold her into the slave trade. She was sold on the planet Bella Tera and was bought by an associate of the Prime Minister of Velari. She was taken to him and he inspected her.

“She is quite lovely, isn’t she? I think she will make a perfect Love Slave, but she’ll need proper training. I want her ready for the princes by their 21st birthday party. She will be our gift.” the Prime Minister talked to his associate like Liz wasn’t even in the room. She was very confused by all of this. What was Love Slave and why did she have this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wasn’t going to like it?

Her gut feeling had been right. She was given to Nicolas, the Passion Master, who would train her to become a Love Slave. She learned that a Love Slave’s sole purpose in life was to pleasure her master and she was much more sophisticated than the common concubine. She was to study the erotic arts from every culture so that her master always had new experiences and pleasure. This disgusted her. She was to be some man’s play thing, but when a serving girl in the Prime Minister’s palace pointed out to her that it is better than being a common slave or a dead street urchin, Liz was forced to agree. She would live a life of ease, be at her master’s beck and call, and then the rest of her time could be spent freely. Even if it was sex without love, it was better than being dead.

Liz hadn’t expected all the elements it took to learn to become a love slave. She had to learn all these sexual positions and then practice them on Nicolas. She detested him, but did as he commanded because if she disobeyed, he would punish her. He would never hit her, but her would not allow her food or only allow her to pleasure him for a full week, getting her all worked up and then leaving her right before she reached a mind blowing climax. Under his tillage, she learned about sexual practices of cultures from every end of the galaxy from every span of time. A great deal of time was spent on the Kama Sutra and Ancient Asian texts from the Earth pleasure masters. Nicolas hated Earth and humans, but he did not dispute their knowledge of achieving sexual fulfillment.

After a year and a half, Liz was finally ready to be given to the princes. The birthday party was 4 months away, so Liz was given the chance to return to the Prime Minister’s palace and study the extensive library there. Liz had a unique love of reading and Nicolas noticed her interest in science. The Prime Minister’s son shared the same love, so the Prime Minister allowed them to study and learn together.

Over those 4 months, Liz developed an amazing friendship with Alex. He was like the brother she never had and she cherished his company. There was never anything sexual between them. There was only a common love for learning and enjoying the other’s company.

Now as Liz entered the Harem, several women rose to discover who had entered, and they were disappointed to find it was not their princes.

“Shall I show you to your room, milady?” the serving girl asked. Liz nodded and followed. Liz could feel the scrutinizing gazes from the other women. They considered her a poacher on their territory. They had no idea. Liz was still trying to calm her body down from seeing the princes. They were mirror images and looked like they were sculpted rather than born. If she was to be their play thing, then that was not a bad fate at all. To be able to have 2 equally beautiful men as your love toys was wonderful. A small smile spread across Liz’s face. Yes, she would enjoy herself here.

The apartment she was given was small, but cozy. She would have to make it more like home, add feminine touches. The bed was large, which was good. She planned on testing it out this evening. If it wasn’t absolutely perfect, a new one would be found, immediately. She was a Love Slave and that earned her certain status. She could have anything she wanted, but she would not abuse her power, too much.

Liz was in the middle of her thoughts when a soft knock came on the door. The small serving girl opened the door. “Milady, the princes request entrance into your room.”

“Tell them they are more than welcome.” Liz replied. Max and Zan were standing right behind the serving girl and didn’t need to be told twice. They quickly entered the room and closed the door. They weren’t coming out of this room any time soon.

“Hello, your majesties.” Liz said bowing again. She kept her eyes down cast and her features shadowed. “I would like to formally introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth, but I prefer Liz. I hope that I can bring you pleasure and I will be your humble servant always.”

Max and Zan still hadn’t moved. Just being in her presence drove them crazy with need, but they were slightly intimidated by this woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful and alluringly mysterious. Max was the first to make an advance.

“I am Prince Maxwell Phillip, crown prince of Antar, and elder brother. It is a unique pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Eliza… Liz.” Max said while bowing to her.
“And I am Prince Zander Xavier, first council to the prince, and the cuter brother. And I would like to make our acquaintance very pleasurable.” Zan said bowing while smirking.

“Well, my lords, it shall be just that. Now, please allow me to make your 21st birthday a very enjoyable one. Sit at the end of the bed.” Liz instructed. “I wish to unwrap your present for you.” Max and Zan sat themselves at the end of her bed and waited patiently for her next move. They were reacting like this was their first woman, but they just couldn’t control their actions. This little woman had both princes so off balance that they didn’t know what way was up.

Continued...

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Part 2 continued...

Liz first removed her simple gold sandals and set them off to the side. Then she moved to unclasp the golden broach that held her sheer dress together. The clasp released and the material floated to the floor. She was left standing in only a gold pair of thong underwear and her veil. She moved toward the princes and climbed onto Max’s lap.

“Does their highnesses approve of their present?” she asked coyly. She didn’t need them to answer, the expression on their faces were enough. “Now, before we continue, I would like to see what I have been given to.” Liz first began unbuttoning Max’s shirt and untucked it out of his pants. She pushed it off his shoulders, running her hands over his muscular chest and powerful arms. Liz couldn’t help herself and lowered her head to kiss his neck. His sharp intake of breath was like music to her ears. She unzipped his pants slowly and was very pleased when she did not find any underwear. His very erect manhood stood proud for her inspection, and twitched under her scrutinizing gaze. She wrapped a small hand around it, and his deep moan made her smile. She was in complete control, and she wasn’t even naked yet. She looked over at Zan. “And does my other prince want me just as much.” She innocently asked.

“You have only to find out.” Zan replied. He was amazed he had found his voice. He couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful body. Her dark olive skin looked like it was softer than silk and her small, but perfect breasts looked like apples ready for picking. Her dark pink nipples stood out, begging to be touched. It was all he could do to not reach out and just pinch one. He knew she was up to something, and he didn’t want to interrupt. He could see Max’s obvious desire and being this close to a mostly naked goddess, his whole body hummed with need.

Liz moved off Max and sat in Zan’s lap. She removed his shirt and massaged his arms and shoulders. She moved down to the zipper on his pants, and not too soon, because Zan feared he would soon bust right out of them. The minute the zipper opened, he sprang free and stood at attention.

“Twins, equal in every way.” Liz said, adding stress to the last 2 words. Zan was enjoying her touch and inspection, but he couldn’t not touch the angel in his arms. His hands moved up her sides and cupped her breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands. They had the perfect shape and weight and they were creamy and soft. Liz arched into the touch, his hands warm against her exposed flesh. Zan took a nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it. The nipple hardened instantly and Liz moaned in pleasure. She rubbed her pelvis closer to Zan’s straining erection, sending an almost painful bolt of electric need to Zan’s nether region.

Liz moved off Zan and stood up. Max and Zan both stood with her and their pants feel to the floor, unnoticed. Liz looked both of them in the eye as she slowly removed her veil. Max and Zan had been waiting on baited breath to see her face. Now that their view was unobstructed, she was more beautiful than either had imagined. Her full lips and petite nose was framed by her long flowing hair and a sweetly round face. Her eyes dominated her face, making her look innocent and pure. They were like gateways to the soul, showing that she was a beautiful person on the inside and out. She motioned for them to approach her and the princes did not need to be asked twice.

Max came up to face her front and reached out to pull her face towards his. He used his hands to frame her face and angled it so he could have access to her mouth. Her eyes closed as his lips descended onto hers. His lips were full and soft, but firm and demanding. Liz softened under his onslaught and let out a soft whimper of satisfaction as his tongue slipped past her lips to probe her mouth.

Zan had come up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers under her thong panties. He placed a kiss on the juncture of her shoulder and neck and reveled in the shuddered that passed through her body. He slowly pulled the tiny garment off her body, kissing his way down her back as he went. He placed a kiss on her soft little rump, and her body leaned into the touch. Zan moved back up her body, pressing himself, inch for inch, along her backside. He wrapped his arms around her body to take her breasts back into his hands. He molded and fondled them, and she pressed her body back into his. His erection probed at her bottom and Zan shuddered in the pleasure of it.

Max couldn’t stop kissing her. Her taste was too wonderful, her mouth and lips felt too good. Her little tongue danced with his, causing his heart to race and his manhood to grow even more, though he thought that was almost impossible. He had never desired a woman more than he desired the one in his arms right now. His hands moved behind her head to run through her long silky hair. It felt better than he had imagined it would, and the smell of vanilla filled his nostrils as the taste of strawberries filled his mouth. His senses were on overload and he couldn’t get enough.

Liz was in the middle of a sexy prince sandwich. The prince kissing her made her head swim with delight as he expertly kissed her senseless. The prince behind her was making her wet with want, massaging her breasts and pressing his erection into her. He pulled her nipples and she tore her mouth away from Max’s to moan at the pleasure. Just as quickly, Max’s mouth descended to her neck, kissing the sensitive pulse point and under her ear. Zan’s hands moved lower to her hips and splayed across her flat stomach, just taking in the feel of her young and soft body. Max’s hands quickly filled the void left by Zan and closed over her breasts. His touch was more tentative than Zan’s, but it felt just as amazing.

Zan’s hands moved lower on her body. Her effect on him and Max was every evident, but he was dieing to know if they had effected her. His hand slipped over her pelvic bone and down through a nest of dark chestnut curls. He pressed himself closer to her body, molding himself to her back side and she leaned into him. His hand slipped lower, finally finding her dripping wet heat. Her moan made his blood boil with need. His finger probed her center, finding her pleasure nub with amazing aim. She almost jumped at the touch. She pressed harder into Zan’s front and opened herself to his exploring fingers. He rubbed her little pleasure stop until he felt her begin to shudder with sexual tension. He moved lower and slipped a finger inside her core. She was so wet. It was all he could do not to spin her around and take her right then and there.

Max’s head moved lower, and he placed feather light kisses on her left breast. He couldn’t help himself and took a nipple into his mouth. Liz let out a little whimper of pleasure and Max’s heart soared. He felt like he had died and gone to nirvana. Pleasuring this woman was the most pleasurable experience of his life to date. He switched sides and gave the right breast equal attention. Liz’s hand came up behind his head and held it tight to her breast, begging for more. Max was not one to disappoint.

Liz’s entire body hummed with the pleasure she was receiving. Max’s mouth on her breast only fueled the fire that Zan was stroking between her legs. When his finger found her spot, she almost fainted. The simple touch sent white hot pleasure through her body. He was quickly working her into a fevered pitch, but stopped before she could reach fulfillment. His long finger slipped inside her, and her whole body started to quiver. Her senses were on overload and she wasn’t sure she could take much more of the sweet torture.

As if in sync, Max and Zan both pulled away and Liz looked up into Max’s desire riddled eyes. She reached down with both hands and grasped both men’s painfully hard erections. Their eyes nearly bugged out of their heads. The slight pressure she used on them was almost enough to make them cum on the spot. She released them and put her hands on Max’s chest. She pushed him towards the bed and he laid back slowly. She crawled up onto the bed next to him.

“I have a request your majesty.” She cooed.

“Anything” was all he could gasp out.

“Well, I desperately want you inside me. I want to feel your impressive manhood pump into me until I scream with pleasure.” She whispered hotly in his ear. He shivered at the sensual tone of her voice and at the though of being buried deep inside her.

“It would give me the greatest pleasure to do as the lady wishes.” He replied. He wasn’t sure where that sex filled statement came from, but he was not sorry he had said it. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at the beauty curled up next to him. Everything about her expressed sensuality. Max moved over her and spread her legs with his knees. She was totally open to him and the thought crossed his mind that he couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present.

Zan watched as Max moved over Liz, feeling slightly left out. He moved to the side of the bed, and before he knew what was happening, Liz wrapped her hand around his manhood and brought the tip to her lips. Her tongue snaked out and licked the precum off the tip and swirled the head in her mouth. Zan was afraid he was going to die with delight. Her sweet mouth nimbly worked on his near bursting manhood and her little hand closed around his sac, fondling his straining balls.

Liz saw the look of exclusion briefly sweep over Zan’s face and couldn’t help but reach out to him. Both brothers were huge men, in size, length and breadth. She could hardly believe that she was given to such sweet and sexy men who were so eager to please. She took Zan in her mouth and reveled in the taste of him. He tasted all male and it made her heart race even faster. She had expected Max to just dive in and take his pleasure, but he hadn’t.

His knowing hands slowly moved all over her body, paying special attention to her sensitive spots. His tongue and mouth followed. He nipped and licked and sucked and tasted every inch of her exposed skin. Finally his hands settled between her legs and his long fingers rubbed up and down her wet slit. Her loud moan just encouraged him. He could see what Liz was doing to Zan, and it excited him because he could just imagine what it would feel like to be inside her sweet mouth.

Liz felt his hands on her center and her body arched up to meet the sweet torture. She was on fire with need and his light touches were only making her hotter and hotter. His fingers slipped past her folds and went straight to her core. He started pumping the finger in and out, only stopping to add a second finger. Her body writhed as his fingers invaded her body and his passion invaded her senses.

“Oh, Max, oh, yes. Oh, make me cum. Faster baby. Oh, almost there, almost, almost, al… OH MAX!” she screamed. She had to halt her attentions to Zan as her orgasm washed over her body.

Max could smell her womanly scent and it filled his senses. He couldn’t resist, he needed a taste. He moved down her body and positioned his head between her open legs. His tongue lapped openly at her core, drinking all her juices. She arched into his mouth and grabbed a large handful of his hair, pressing his face deeper into her center. When he had drank every last drop he raised his head and moved back up her body. He wasn’t expecting the next turn of events.

Liz flipped him over onto his back and impaled herself on his manhood. They both moaned in satisfaction. It was all Max could do not to cum that instant. She was so tight and was clamped around his painful erection. Liz started to move on him and it was all he could do not to scream from the intense pleasure he was feeling. He gripped the sheets for support. She moved slowly, almost letting him slip out if her, before coming back down onto him, bringing him even deeper inside her. He couldn’t take the slow torment any more. He reached up and grabbed her hips and increased the pace. He drove into her forcefully. Liz let her head fall back and her moans drove him on. He could feel her walls start to clamp down on him in the first stages of her orgasm. Max wanted to wait for her, but he feared he’d die if he didn’t cum soon. Finally he heard her screams of delight and he went over the edge.

“Oh, god MAX!” “Liz, oh, Liz, Liz LIZ!” came the screams from the people on the bed. Zan just stayed back and watched in amazement as Liz came, and came hard. Her face was so beautiful when it was twisted in passion. Now more than ever he wanted to see that face under his body.

Liz rolled off Max and tried to calm down her thrumming body. She picked up her head and found Zan just watching in fascination. She smiled up at him and sat up on the bed. She reached out and pulled Zan’s face down to her own to kiss him deeply. She pulled him down onto the bed on top of her. He fit in between her legs perfectly. His hands were everywhere at once. They moved down her flat stomach between their bodies, and once again he found her pleasure nub and circled it with his finger. Her body thrashed beneath him and he loved her reaction. He felt her body started to quiver again, but this time, he would fill that ache.

His fingers were amazing. Within seconds, she was close to climaxing again. Her body was shuddering in passion and she wasn’t sure she could take much more.

“Zan, take me. Fill me up Zan. Please I need you inside me.” She panted. Zan was more than willing and positioned himself at her entrance. He slipped the head of his erection into her body and the pleasure of just being inside her a little overwhelmed him. When her hips surged up to take him in fully, he feared his heart would give out. He was buried fully inside her sheath and he had never felt a better feeling in his entire life. It felt so right, like he belonged there. No other woman had ever had that effect on him.

He slowly began to move in her and her body arched up into his, creating friction on every inch of skin. He started out slow, but picked up the pace when he felt her wrap her legs around his torso. He was quickly reaching fulfillment and she was coming with him, but he wasn’t sure he could hold out. He had been strong, willing himself to let her go first. He finally reached back down and flicked her pleasure nub a few times. “Zan, oh, Zan, yes, YES!” She instantly came and came hard, milking him for his own orgasm that shortly followed.

Max could hear Liz and his brother’s screams of passion, but not clearly. He was disoriented. He had just had the most mind blowing sex in his life and he was still trying to get a grip on his over stimulated body.

Zan rolled off Liz and Liz found herself in the middle of that prince sandwich again. Liz let the boys catch their breath for the moment. She wasn’t even close to being done for the evening, she was just getting warmed up.

TBC...

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Part 3

Liz slipped out from between the 2 princes and padded, naked over the door. She opened it slowly and found a shallow basin of warm scented water and a small stack of little towels. The slaves around here are smart, she thought to herself. She will have to seek them out tomorrow and talk to them. It was always a good practice to get the slaves on your side. She hadn’t met any of the other harem mistresses, but there was always a catty one in the bunch and she would need the slaves loyal to her to keep herself safe.

Liz picked up the basin and towels and soaked 3 towels. She used the first one to wipe clean her love channel. You never wanted residue of previous lovemaking on you when you went for that repeat performance. Next Liz soaked the other 2 and wrapped them in each hand. She walked over to the bed, where she had left the princes sprawled out on their backs, catching their breathe. She reached out her wet cloth covered hands and wrapped them around their softened members.

Max and Zan both lurched up in surprise. They hadn’t been expecting a wet towel to wrap around their over stimulated manhoods. They were both trying to regain their composure after making passionate love with this woman. They were both speechless at the wonders of this goddess. Max and Zan were no where’s close to being considered novices when it came to passion, but this woman had rendered them both helpless masses of pleasured flesh.

Liz began to stroke their manhoods with her hand still wrapped in the wet cloth. The warmth and pressure of her hands, combined with the wetness and texture of the towel was quickly awakening desires that they thought were surely spent. Their deep moans indicated that they were rapidly getting ready for her. Her wicked grin gave away her satisfaction.

Max sat up first and pulled her towards him. He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her hard. His kisses were like heaven. His expert lips and tongue worked at her mouth, making her head swim with desire. No one had ever kissed her with so much emotion before. Sure Nicolas had kissed her, and taught her to be an expert kisser, but she had never felt anything behind the kiss. Nothing he had ever done had any feeling behind it. It was all just part of his job. But, Max’s kisses were amazing, turning her insides to jelly while igniting a fire in the pit of her stomach.

He rolled her under him, but just kept kissing her. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. All he wanted was to kiss her and hear her little noises of pleasure. Max could hear Zan slowly stir beside him. He knew just what his brother was experiencing. It was like euphoria, having been inside this woman was better than anything in the world. They were both already addicted and they had only known her for 4 hours.

Max pulled back and moved off Liz. He had wanted to kiss her so badly that he couldn’t help himself. He gathered her up in his arms and held her in the middle of the bed. Her large brown eyes looking up at him, wondering what he was doing. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but he had this desire to know more about her. She had already stolen his heart and claimed his body; he wanted to know things about her mind and personality.

Zan moved up onto the bed on the other side of Liz, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close to him. He loved having her close. It made his whole body hum. Liz turned her head towards him and lightly kissed him on the lips. It was rather strange and thrilling at the same time to taste her and Max on her lips. The taste was sweet and fresh at the same time. Liz was thinking the same thing. Max had a very fresh and crisp taste, very male and very strong, while Zan had a spicier taste with a sweet after taste. The combination was intoxicating. Liz looked back into Max’s eyes.

“What can I do for you now, my lords?” she asked.

“Liz, tell us about yourself. I desire to know all about you.” Max replied. Zan nodded, his curiosity about this mystery goddess getting the better of him.

“There is not much to tell your highness. I am nothing more than your average girl.” She replied shyly.

“Please, call me Max.” he told her.

“And you can call me Zan” his brother piped in.

“Yes your, highn..Max and Zan” she corrected herself.

“Now, tell us the basics, like where you are from.” Zan prompted.

“I grew up on Gordova, until the wars, and then I was sold to Prime Minister Whitman. After that, he decided I was to be your birthday present.’ She told them.

“Yes, and remind me to thank him for that.” Zan teased. Liz blushed. Zan was ever the jokester.

“Then, after my training, I was allowed to live in the Prime Minister’s palace and study in his library with his son Alex.” She finished.

“So, you like to read?” Max asked.

“Yes, very much. I know women are not supposed to be educated, but I love to learn new things. Biology has always interested me. If the wars had not wiped everything out, I was considering going to school, in hopes of becoming a scientist, or at least an assistant. I would have taken anything they would have given me.” She told them. Max could hear the sincerity in her voice.

“Then I give you full access to the royal library from now on. Would you like that Liz?” he asked, moving her long tresses out of the way and kissing her neck.

“Yes” she breathed out, in a moan. She was agreeing to both the offer to explore the library and to Max’s passion. Max shifted her, and now she was sitting between his legs, facing away from him. Her head fell back and he was given full access to her creamy throat. He kissed and sucked at her neck and nibbled on her ear. Her whole body shuddered in the pleasure. His hands came around her body and cupped her breasts. He rolled the dark nipples between his fingers and her moans of pleasure were his reward. Her body arched up into him, rubbing her back against his muscular chest.

Zan watched as Max fondled Liz, and couldn’t resist joining. He moved down the bed and positioned himself in front of her feet. He started massaging one foot with his long expert fingers, followed by his lips and tongue, leave no inch of skin untouched or unloved. He moved up her leg and to her inner thigh. He could smell her musky scent, and his mouth watered. He moved closer and closer, but right before he would have reached the spot she needed him most, he pulled back and moved to her other foot. She whimpered in need, willing him to satisfy her.

“Do you want me, love?” Zan questioned, as he kissed and massaged Liz’s other thigh.

“Yes, please Zan, please” she panted. Max was still pulling on her nipples while he sucked on the spot right behind her ear. Her whole body tingled with anticipation. Her clit was throbbing, pleading for Zan to pleasure her.

“And what is it you want, sweets?” he asked, kissing ever closer to where she truly wanted him.

“Make love to me with your mouth. Please Zan I need you.” She half sobbed. Max turned her head to the side and captured her lips with his in a seductive kiss that increased her overwhelming pleasure. Zan moved between her legs and rubbed her clit with his long fingers. Liz’s body arched into his touch and her moan was swallowed by Max’s kiss.

Zan knelt down and placed a soft kiss on her pouting lips. Her hips lifted up, trying to get closer to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and swirled around her clit, making her legs start to quiver instantly. He lapped up her feminine nectar, loving her sweet taste. He found her spot, and circled it with his tongue. Then he wrapped his lips around it, and began sucking lightly.

Liz was sure she was going to die. Max large hands were wrapped tightly around her breasts, squeezing and massaging them while his tongue battled with hers in a passionate kiss. Zan’s head was buried between her legs, his tongue doing things to her that she was sure were illegal because of how good it felt. She could feel her climax building and she was so close to the edge that her whole body shook in almost painful pleasure.

Zan and Max could both feel her getting close and without saying word, Zan moved his mouth to probe her passage with his tongue while Max moved one hand down to rub her spot. She came instantly. Her screams of pleasure were sounded into the crook of Max’s neck while he continued to stroke her spot. Zan was busy drinking every last drop of her passion, like a man starved.

Zan moved up her body and pulled her into a deep kiss. She could taste herself on him, and the combination was very heady. He explored her mouth, leaving no crevice untouched. He was very through, pleasuring her to the limit.

Liz had finally composed herself after the extremely pleasurable experience. She pulled back from Zan and turned to look at Max. She could see the consuming desire he had in his dark amber eyes. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressed firmly against her bottom. She pushed him back into the pillows and quickly embedded him inside her. His deep gasp of pleasure only encouraged Liz. She looked back at Zan. “I can take both of you at the same time. Please Zan, I want to feel both of you.” She pleaded, giving him a seductive look that threatened to burn him alive from the scorching heat.

Zan moved himself up the bed and positioned him behind her. He quickly reached to the night stand where a small tube of lubricant was located. He squirted some of the tube’s contents on into his hand, and some onto Liz’s back hole. Zan covered his ragingly hard cock in lubricant and then rubbed some into Liz’s hole. Liz’s body arched into his touch while she worked up and down Max’s equally hard cock. Max was moaning loudly. His hands were holding on to Liz’s hips, helping her set a fevered pace.

Zan grabbed Liz’s hips above Max’s hands and slowed them down. He grabbed his manhood and positioned it at Liz’s hole. Liz arched her back and allowed him to push into her tight passage. Max could feel Zan moving into her slowly. Liz was in heaven. Having both of these amazing men in her at the same time was the most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced. The pressure was a little painful, but the sensuality of it canceled out any pain.

Zan embedded himself in her fully. He could feel Max through the thin membrane of her sheath and it felt amazing. He slowly pulled back, using every last ounce of will power so as not to hurt Liz. He slowly surged back into her. Max took this as his cue, and began to match Zan’s slow rhythm. Liz’s body was on fire. Every single nerve had turned its attention to her groin and she could feel every last exquisite movement.

Zan set the pace, and Max followed. One would push in as the other pulled out. Liz started moaning uncontrollably. She felt like pleasured putty. Zan held onto her breasts while Max help onto her hips. Zan pushed Liz over more so that she was practically lying on top of Max. He changed his pace and Max did too. Now they were surging into her at the same time. Liz’s body started to shake all over. Her orgasm was building and the intensity threatened to completely over take her.

“Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!” she screamed as she came, and came hard. Her walls clamped tightly around Max’s cock and he surged up into her, bathing her womb in his seed as he growled out her name. Zan could feel both of their orgasms and it was euphoric. He had never felt anything that felt so good in his entire life. He felt his own balls tighten and pulled out quickly and lost his seed on to Liz’s back side. They all collapsed onto the bed in utter exhaustion. Liz reached quickly for a towel and whipped clean the evidence of their shared passion. She curled up onto Max’s chest and Zan spooned in behind her. They all fell asleep, tired and satisfied. Max and Zan had never had a lover like Liz and Liz was sure the gods had a special plan for her, because they gave her to such wonderful men, and amazingly tireless lovers, she thought sinfully.

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Part 4
Max rose slowly from the bed, untangling himself from Liz’s arms. She breathed out a small gasp of loss. Her hands reached out for his body and wrapped around a pillow. Zan was still sound asleep and reflexively tightened his arms around her small body. Liz fell back to sleep, content to be surrounded by her pillow Max and Zan’s lean body behind her. Max leaned down and kissed her temple. She sighed in her sleep. He smiled to himself at the picture before him. She looked so sweet and innocent. Then he thought of what the whole picture looked like. He and Zan were identical in every way. The picture before him was perfection. It was like he was looking in on him and Liz lying together.

He could feel his heart twist in emotion. What he wouldn’t give to wake up next to her all the time. Max had to put the thought behind him. Don’t dwell on things you can’t have he heard a voice in his head remind him. He found his cloths and put on his pants. He exited Liz’s apartments and entered the main hall of the harem. There, right behind the door stood Ava, hands on her hips, head cocked to the side in a questioning stance.

“And what is behind that door, Max?” she asked indignantly.

“Good morning to you too Ava.” Max replied.

“Why didn’t you come to me last night?” she asked, with a little less venom in her voice.

“I had other entertainment for the evening Ava.” was his only reply. “I have to go wash and dress and be in the main hall to bid farewell to my guests.”

“Will you come to me tonight, my love?” Ava purred. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull his lips down for a kiss.

“I doubt that Ava.” was all he said. He unwrapped her arms from his neck and turned toward the door.

“Max, please, don’t turn away from me. I know I have pleased you in the past.” She said grabbing his arm before he exited.

“That was the past Ava. Now please, release my arm. Your boldness does not make me any more pleased with you.” He replied curtly. With that he exited.

Ava stood there, fuming furiously. Just what is behind that door? No woman could compare to her, and gods knew she knew it. She moved slowly toward the door. She knew Zan was still behind that door, with whatever had now captured Max’s attention. She reached out for the handle.

“I wouldn’t do that Ava.” came a feminine voice behind her.

“Aren’t you just as curious to see her?” Ava asked. She didn’t let go of the door or look behind her.

“I’m sure we will meet her when she awakens. You do not want to disturb Zan, who is still sleeping peacefully. Now come away from that door. Your curiosity could kill you.” Zena said very literally. She had already seen the beautiful girl who now slept in the arms of her favorite prince, but she knew not to question his sleeping arrangements. His happiness was the only thing she cared about and if the noises she heard last night were any indication, he was very happy.

Then, before Ava had had the chance to move away, Zan opened the door and nearly walked right into her. He too was bare chested and just as handsome as his twin brother. Zena’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. She loved him, even though she knew she could not.

“Excuse me Ava. I did not see you lurking in the doorway.” he said brushing past her. “Good morning Zena.” he said bending down to kiss her forehead.

“I trust you enjoyed your birthday party, Zan.” she half asked, hoping to hear about any interesting presents.

“It was a very enjoyable evening. Thank you.” He told her, pulling his shirt over his head. “Zena, I need you do make our newest resident feel welcome. I would introduce you to Liz, but I felt letting her sleep was more important. I am going to order a tray of food up for her to break her fast and then go down and join Max. I am dieing to thank Prime Minister Whitman. I need you to show her around the palace and she is allowed full access to the library. Max has granted it, if anyone asks. Please make her feel welcome.”

“I will my lord.” she replied, bowing her head in compliance. “If I may ask you my lord, who is this Liz?”

“She was Maxwell’s and my present. She is a Love Slave and the name is very deserving. I must go now, sweets. I will see you later on in the day.” he said, kissing her lips this time. He quickly exited, before he got wrapped up in her and decided to stay.

“So, a Love Slave. I have heard of those. They are supposed to be creatures of pure pleasure, pleasing to their masters in everyway.” Ava spouted, “Well, we’ll just see how fast Max forgets about her and returns to me. I know where his loyalties lie.”

Zena just shook her head. She had seen the little spat between Ava and Max, and Zena could easily see who Max was loyal to, and it was the mystery woman behind the door.

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“Thank you Alex, it was a pleasure meeting you.” Isabel said as Alex kissed her outstretched hand. Isabel had a slight blush on her cheeks. All she could think about was how much fun she had had dancing with him last night and then talking in the gardens. He was witty and charming and Isabel genuinely enjoyed his company.

“The pleasure was all mine, princess.” Alex replied. He left go of her hand, but he could still feel the warmth of her skin against his finger tips and Isabel could still feel his lips on her hand almost as if he had branded her. Isabel wrapped both arms behind her back and rubbed her hand with the other in a very unprincess like fashion. The rubbing didn’t take the sensation away, but it only made her more aware of it.

“Come along son, it is a long trip back to Velari.” Alex’s father’s voice drifted into the little alcove Alex and Isabel were standing in.

“Yes father.” came Alex’s reply.

“Wait, will I see you again?” Isabel asked boldly, grasping out for his arm. She pulled her arm back just as quickly. She couldn’t believe how she was acting. She had just et this gentleman and she was already asking him to return.

“If the lady so wishes, I will return Friday to spend an evening with you.” Alex said smoothly. He turned his whole body towards her. Her boldness had shocked and excited him all at the same time. Princesses were supposed to be quite and demure, and while Isabel was at times, almost cold, she had a fire in her that he was sure not many saw.

“That would be nice.” was all she said. Her eyes were downcast, trying to play the part of a complacent princess.

“Yes, it would be very nice.” Alex said as he put a hand under her chin and raised her face to look at him. He lowered his lips to capture hers in a quick kiss. Isabel gasped at the contact that was over just as briefly as it had begun. “Very nice.” He slowly breathed out in a voice no louder than a whisper. “Until Friday then princess.” he told her, spinning around and exiting the alcove for the main hall.

If she had thought Alex’s kiss on her hand had burned her, then the kiss he left on her lips threatened to consume her in flames.

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Liz stretched out in her great big bed. She found that both of her princes had left, but she didn’t mind. This would give her a chance to get acquainted with the harem and her new home. She opened the massive mahogany chest against the far wall and found a bath robe hung in the corner. She wrapped herself in it, figuring it covered more than that skimpy gold outfit she had worn last night. She walked to the door and moved to open it when she heard a slight knock.

“Liz? This is Zena. I have a tray of breakfast. Would you like something?” came a sweet voice from the other side of the door.

“Sure,” Liz said opening the door.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were up yet.” Zena said almost falling in the door. A large covered tray was in her arms and Liz reached out to steady it before the tray fell. “Come, join me in the foyer.” Zena told her, half asking.

“I would love to.” Liz replied as she followed the tall, red haired woman into the main room of the harem.

Will be continued soon….
I promise this time, semester is almost over.
Katie

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Part 5

“So Liz, how came you to the palace of Antar?” Zena said trying to get the conversation started. They were seated around a small glass table on the balcony overlooking the gardens. The second sun had risen and the third was sure to follow. It promised to be a beautiful day on Antar.

“I was a present to the princes. I am a Love Slave, trained by the best passion masters, and I am here to please the princes.” Liz said as if the implications of what she was meant nothing. She had gotten so used to her station and lot in life that it no longer affected her, and besides, Zena was a concubine herself. Zena didn’t flinch like most did when Liz told them who she was. Zena just sipped her tea and nodded.
“Seems you did a good job, because Zan and Max looked very pleased this morning.” Zena gave Liz a wicked grin and Liz returned it.

“Good, because I’m still a little fatigued from it.” Liz told her. “So, is Zan always a horndog?” Liz asked Zena.

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Zena laughed and Liz did right along with her. Their friendship was fast in forming.

Ava watched from behind a silk screen. She listened to their laughter and nearly threw up in disgust. Her hatred for the girl was forming just as quickly.

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Maria was seated at the breakfast table, slowly munching down a generous bowl of cereal. She was famished this morning. The evening of dancing had landed her quickly in her bed last evening and now her ever persistent hunger had caught up with her. Max strolled into the dinning room and Maria looked up. Max tried to spin back out the way he had come, but he wasn’t fast enough to evade Maria.

“So, the prince did wake. Kyle will be sad to lose his bet with Michael.” Maria said with a hint of sarcasm. “Sit Max. Tell me about the mysterious golden woman.”

“Her name is Liz, and she is from Gordova.” was all he said.

“I could find that out from anyone.” She protested. “Give me something good.” Max blushed around his ears.

“I can’t tell you that kind of stuff Maria.” He told her. He was a little ashamed of himself for not knowing more about her, but when he had asked, she had not been very forthcoming. “She does like to read and she wanted to be a scientist. I gave her access to the library. I don’t know if she will visit it today, but she did seem pleased that I gave her that privilege. And she mentioned something about the Prime minister’s son, Alex. I think they were good friends.” Max slightly gushed. Maria’s ears perked at the change in tone Max used when he spoke of her interests. It sounded a lot like he really did like this new girl. Max had never shown interest in anyone before, and the queen was worried that he never would. Now how to break it to her that her son was falling for a Love Slave?

“That’s rather interesting, considering that is the young gentleman your little sister spent most of the evening with, and rumor has it that he plans on calling again at the end of the week.” Maria told him. Max’s brows furrowed. A guy was making passes as Izzy! This was not good.

“Good morning, my love.” Michael said strolling into the dinning room. His entrance stopped any questions Max might have had about this Alex fellow. Michael spotted Max. “So, they did manage to roll out of bed. Kyle owes me big. He’ll be cleaning my horse stables for the next 3 weeks.” Michael crowed to himself.

“Good morning darling.” Maria said as Michael came to sit down next to her. He kissed her on the forehead and grabbed for an apple from the center of the table. Michael took a large bite.

“So, in other bets. When are you going to ask Maria to marry you?” Michael nearly choked on his apple. Michael coughed a bit and then gave Max a glaring look.

“Oh, yes Michael, when are you going to ask me to marry you?” Maria looked up at him quizzingly. She knew he didn’t like this subject. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her; he just knew that once he got married he would have to leave the castle and start behaving like the grown man he was becoming.

“Umm, don’t you have guests to attend to Max?” Michael asked. He wasn’t in the mood for that subject first thing in the morning. He loved Maria all right, more than even he knew, but he just wasn’t ready for all the fuss a wedding produced. Maybe he would be someday, just not now.

“Yes, right, I do actually. I want to thank the Prime Minister for my, umm, gift and seek out this Alex fellow. He and I will have to have some words.” Max said as he rose from his chair.

“Those words had better not include, ‘Don’t even think about dating my sister.’ Cause if they do you will have hell to pay from Izzy and from me!” Maria yelled after his fleeing back. Max smiled at Maria. That wasn’t what he was going to say to Alex at all. He liked ‘Touch my sister and you are a dead man.’ much better.

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The royal seamstress had found her way to Liz’s rooms and had taken her measurements. Zena offered Liz a dress for the day, and even though Zena was much more flushed out in certain places than Liz, she accepted the dress and wore it out of trust and kindness. She had spoken with each of the servants and learned of the girl who had presented her to the princes last evening. Her name was Crystal and she was 14. Liz managed to locate her after some searching and asked the girl to be her personal maid. The girl was elated to say the least.

“You’ll not be sorry mistress. I will be loyal to you all of my days.” Crystal vowed to Liz. Crystal had just moved up in the world of servants and she could not believe her good fortune. She was to serve the Love Slave, who was the talk of the servant all morning. She followed Liz up to the harem and informed Zena of her decision. Zena acted as the leader of the harem so no eunuch was needed. Max and Zan also felt it was wrong for a man to have that done to him. They had outlawed the eunuching of men, even though some still considered it a decent pratice.
Liz instructed that Crystal be given a proper bath and new cloths. If she was to a servant in the harem, Liz wanted her to look and smell a might better than the other servants. Crystal was washed and sized and the seamstress returned to her work in the laundry. Liz set to work on her room, having new bed spreads and decorations brought up through out the day. By evening meal time her room felt more like a home and had a distinct Liz style to it. The bed was a deep burgundy and the desk was of cherry wood. Her new drapes were the same burgundy and many candles lit the room, giving it a comfortable yet sensual feel.

Liz and Crystal were pleased with their work and Liz asked her to go get them some dinner. Crystal looked slightly shocked when Liz said to get both of their suppers. The servants did not eat with their masters.

“I am different from the rest of the people in this place Crystal. To some regard, I am a slave to, and I not only want you to help me by being my attendant, but I want you to be my friend and friends eat dinner together.” Liz told her. Crystal’s eyes teared up with the realization of what Liz was saying. She didn’t see her as a slave, but as a person. No one had ever shown her so much kindness. Crystal was overcome with emotion, so much so that she could not respond. She wiped at her eyes and exited the room. Liz smiled to herself. Things were going well, and she felt like she was settling in.

Little did Liz know that a jealous harem mistress was scheming as she sat in her room, oblivious to the treachery in her heart.

TBC…

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Hey everybody, I'm back, and I finally managed to get that new part up. Glad you all were so patient with me. College is going to drive me insane, I swear it! Ok, new part...

Part 6

Max raced towards the launching pad in the far lawn of the palace. He found Isabel waving gracefully to the parting ship and Zan waving, but his posture was very tense. Max came upon them just as Zan turned to face Isabel.

“You want to explain to me why that guy just kissed you!” Zan bellowed. Fury and brotherly instincts were kicked into over drive at the sight of Alex’s lips making brief contact with his sisters. Her slight blush didn’t do anything to calm his raging temper.

“No,” was all she said as she brushed him off. She flung her long blonde hair over her shoulder and spun in her heel, intending to walk back into the palace and leave Zan there standing. She didn’t see Max behind her and walked right into his solid chest. He wrapped a large hand around her slender arm, stopping her in her tracks.

“Not so fast Izzy. I’d like to know the answer to that one too.” Max said in a commanding voice. Isabel stared defiantly into his amber eyes.

“I don’t have to answer to either of you. I can be courted by any man I chose, and at the moment I chose Alex. Now if you to are done being over protective jerks, I’d like to go inside and get some rest. I was up rather late last night.” she told them in a very stern voice.

“You can be upset all you want, but you can’t see this guy until Zan, Michael, Kyle and I approve of him. We are the men in your life, and we don’t want some guy we don’t know hurting our little sister.” Max said in full king/big brother bravado.

“Well, I’ll just start practicing to be an old spinster now, because the only guy any of you would approve of is one of you. No thank you Maxwell. I don’t need your approval for this. Alex is coming Friday night and Daddy has already said it was ok, and last time I knew, he was still the king and he had final say around here. If you want to argue that fact, then take it up with Daddy, but no matter what you or Zan say or do, I will still see Alex, whenever and as often as I like.” she said in a full tirade. With a sharp stomp of her foot and a spin, she stalked off into the palace. Max stood rooted in place, just staring at her disappearing back. Isabel had never talked back to him like that, ever.

“Well, you handled that one well. Couldn’t have screwed it up better myself, bro.” Zan said, clapping a large hand on his shoulder. Max looked up at his brother in disbelief. “Don’t give me that look. I’m on the same page as you, bro. I had no idea about this Alex guy until his kissed Izzy right in front of me. I swear I don’t know how I didn’t puck him right then and there." Max just shook his head in agreement. Max was sure he wouldn’t have been as restrained as Zan. His plans to have a little talk with this Alex would have to wait until Friday.

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Finally the day ended and Max and Zan were worn out. They had to really go through everything and do all the royal thank you’s. Their mother still wasn’t talking to them. She was still upset about Liz and that neither boy expressed any interest in a girl at the ball. She was staring to worry about her sons. It wasn’t right for men of their age and status to be unmarried and heirless.

Max and Zan slowly walked up the stairs to their apartments. They walked in by way of the harem and found Ava, Zena, Liz and a few other women who Liz had yet to meet waiting for them. They had their heads bowed and were kneeling on the floor in front of their doors. This was the evening custom. The women would wait expectantly for the princes to make their decision and then those not chosen went to bed. Those chosen went to the princes’ beds.

Zan walked to Zena and put a hand under her chin and she rose and quietly followed Zan into his apartments. Max was so tired, but he could think of nothing more appealing than having Liz in his bed again, and this time it would be only him. Not that he didn’t mind sharing her, but it was nice to have her all to himself. He tipped Liz’s chin up and smiled down at her. He was rewarded with a beautiful smile and her sparkling doe eyes. She quietly rose and followed him to his apartments.

Once the princes’ doors had closed, all the other ladies got up and sought out their beds. Ava was seething with fury. How dare he publicly humiliate her like that? All the women knew that she was his favorite, and that earned her a certain status. If she lost his favor, she lost her harem rank. She could not let this stupid little brunette take what was rightfully hers. An untimely accident was in order.

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Max’s apartments were not as lavishly decorated as Liz would have thought they’d be. There was a few large comfortable looking leather chairs and the king sized bed in the middle of the room was covered in a deep green blanket and deep green pillows. The floor was hard wood with beige carpets that were lush and soft under her bare feet. Max sat down in one of the large chairs and let out a heavy sigh. Liz moved up behind him and started rubbing his neck and back. Max let out a little moan of satisfaction.

“Long day?” she asked. Her little hands were working magic on the knots in his back. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until he felt her working it out of him.

“Insanely” he told her. His head had dropped forward and he was slowly drifting into complete relaxation. “Yours’?” he causally asked.

“It was nice. Zena had breakfast with me and the seamstress is making me some cloths as we speak. I also found the young girl who presented me to you and Zan last evening. I asked her to be my attendant. Is that all right?” her voice was like velvet to him. It was so smooth that it nearly lulled him into complete sleep. He bobbed his head a bit.

“Oh, what, yeah, sure, that’s fine with me.” he told her. He was falling asleep fast, but just as his brain was about to turn off, a little voice in the back of his mind reminded him to ask Liz about that Alex guy. He sat straight up and Liz took that as her queue to stop rubbing his back. “Liz, can I ask you something?”

“Of, course my lord” she said as came around the front of the chair so she was facing him.

“What do you think of Alex Whitman, the Prime Minister’s son?” he asked.

“Oh, Alex is great. He is very sweet and smart. He was one of the first people I could call my friend in a long time.” she told him frankly. At the mention of Alex’s name, she became animated and happy. Max didn’t know if he liked this. He wanted Liz to say something bad about him to make it easier for him to hate him. “Why do you ask?” she asked.

“Well, he has started courting my sister Princess Isabel and I was hoping you would say something other than how great he is.” Max said sarcastically. Liz had a small smile on her face, like she knew something that Max didn’t. He looked up at her. “What?” he asked.

“Oh nothing, only I’m glad finally had the guts to approach her. He has had a crush on her for years. He likens her to a priceless work of art or a goddess. All he ever talked about was Princess Isabel this and Princess Isabel that.” Liz told him in a slightly mocking tone. Max smiled at how animated Liz was. He hadn’t noticed just how expressive she was, but then again, they really didn’t do much talking last night. She stood with her hips cocked to the side and her hands were moving all over in expressive motions. Max enjoyed just talking with her. He could sense her intelligence and her quick wit. Everything he discovered about her made him like her more.

Liz noticed the change in his demeanor and the slight grin on his face. He was staring at her in a rather odd manor. “What?” she questioned. Max slightly shook his head to try and focus again. “Nothing, just thinking to myself.” Max told her.

Liz walked over to his chair and placed her hands on both sides of his face and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “I think you have had to do much too much of that for one day, my lord. Why don’t you let me help you get ready for bed and help you relax. I think a massage is in order.” she said moving to the bed, pulling Max’s hand in an attempt to prompt him to follow. He didn’t need to be told twice. Her sweet tiny hands being rubbed all over his body sounded not only relaxing but exhilarating as well.

Liz worked at the buttons on his shirt as Max removed his royal sash. Max’s shirt fell away and Liz let out a little gasp. She had seen him and Zan last night, but she was still amazed at the solid wall of sculpted bronze muscle standing before her. He was perfectly made, from his rippling abs to his small brown male nipples. She ran her hands over the exposed flesh and a slight shudder coursed through her body. It was like his skin was stretched over warm supple stone. She silently thanked the master craftsman who fashioned this beautiful man and his equally beautiful twin. She looked up into his eyes and caught his deep amber eyes. They had clouded over with desire and Liz was sure her eyes matched his. She moved her hands down his body and undid the tie for his pants, pushing them and his undergarments to the floor. He was totally naked and open for her inspection. She looked her fill.

Max caught her eyes looking him over and his arousal tightened in response to her open perusal. Liz innocently licked her lips and that little action sent Max over the edge. He wrapped his powerful arms around her tiny body and captured her lips in a torrid kiss. Liz’s breath was literally taken away at the suddenness of his kiss and of the sheer intensity. Liz’s arms came to circle Max’s neck and thread through his soft black hair.

Max started dragging Liz to the bed and laid her down upon it. Max looked down at her swollen lips and rather dazed expression and then he noticed her cloths that were still on. “This won’t do.” he told her. Liz looked up at him confused. She thought maybe he had decided against her. She prayed she hadn’t displeased him already. If she had, she didn’t know what she would do. “What is it, my lord?” she meekly questioned. “You have much too many cloths madam, and I think we should even things out.” he told her with a sparkle mischief in his eyes.

Liz giggled at his apparent teasing and started undoing the clasp at the front of her flowing dress that Zena had given her. “Let me.” he told her. Liz let her hands fall away from her cloths and watched as Max opened the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. Liz had always been a little self conscious about her breasts, fearing they weren’t big enough, but all her fears when Max mumbled ‘Perfection’ in a husky voice just before his head lowered to her chest and his lips captured one pert nipple between them.

Liz arched into his mouth, moaning and encouraging him onward. Max’s hands were moving down her body, removing clothing as he went. “But my lord, what about your massage?” Liz questioned in a breathy voice as Max’s mouth began to lick and suck at her throat and his hands roamed all over her body. Liz’s whole body was shuddering in pleasurable torment. She felt like a finely tuned violin in the hands of a master musician. All of his movements were precise and calculated, but with feeling and passion, giving her unexplainable pleasure. “I have other parts of my body that need massaging, Liz. I need you Liz, dear God I need you so much.” He mumbled to her as his lips closed around an engorged nipple.

Liz arched her body into his intimate caresses, hoping to get closer to him and his amazing mouth. Max’s hands weren’t idle either. His hand had crept down her body and was now parting her glistening folds. Max moaned at the contact, finding her wet and wanting. Liz nearly arched off the bed, her little sounds of pleasure growing louder and more urgent. Max’s long fingers slipped inside her sheath and began a slow, tormenting rhythm that was only enough to tease Liz. “Max please,” she gasped in a ragged breath. Max inserted a second finger and found her nub with his thumb as he began to work her at a frantic pace.

Max stopped suckling at her breasts to look up into her face as it contracted in pleasure. He had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her body was flushed and her head was thrashing from side to side as the pace increased. Her body was arched up off the bed and her hips were undulating in time with his thrusts. Her long silky hair was fanned across his bed and her hands were clutching the bed spread as if she were hanging on for dear life.

“You’re so beautiful, love. Come for me love, I want to see you come…” Max whispered into her ears. He was cut off by her wail of satisfaction as she did just as she was prompted. Max kept pumping furiously into her, watching her whole body spasm and her face twist in passion with her mouth open in a wordless gasp. As she finally came back to reality, Max slowed his fingers, but only long enough to swing himself over her and enter her to the hilt.

“Max!” she screamed, the pleasure of having him inside her so intense it boarded on painful. He was so big and in so deep she was sure he was touching her soul. Max slowly started to move inside her and Liz’s hips matched his thrusts, drawing him in deeper each time. Liz could see his tightly leashed control slowly slipping away as he tried to measure his thrusts and his teeth were clenched tight. Liz reached up and brought his lips down to hers, initiating a burning kiss. When their lips finally parted, Liz whispered hotly into his ear, “You’re so amazing Max. Make me come again. But I want to see you come with me.” then licking his neck and sucking on the hollow between his neck and collar bone.

Max’s control snapped and unleashed a sexual beast rarely ever seen. His hips moved on their own free will, piercing Liz deeply, causing her to moan in deep satisfaction. Max leaned down and took a little pink nipple into his mouth, while his thrusts continued to drive into Liz’s sweet, tight body.

Max could feel the beginnings of his climax, and he desperately prayed that he could hold out for Liz. His prayers were answered as he felt the first tremors of her orgasm. Her strong muscles clamped down on him, triggering his own release as he flooded her womb with his seed. “Liz, oh God Liz” he shouted in the throws of ecstasy. He heard his own name yelled out, but it sounded so far away. He kept thrusting, drawing out their pleasure until he felt her body descend back onto the bed and he followed.

Their heart rates were still erratic and Max was still buried deep in Liz’s body as they came back to reality slowly. Max had never experienced pleasure like this in his entire life and he wasn’t sure if it was because Liz was a Love Slave, or because she was just Liz. He finally mustered enough strength to withdraw and they both moaned at the loss. Max laid down on the bed and pulled Liz into his side. She spooned into his side and placed a tiny hand on his chest over his heart. Liz’s breath evened out as he felt her slowly drift off to sleep. Max reached for the covers and pulled them over their naked bodies, snuggling closer to the soft feminine body next to him. Sleep claimed him as well, but not without the smile that graced his gorgeous lips.

TBC……

PS, Isabel isn't the ice queen, she just has a backbone, so we'll see how that plays out. Alex has his work cut out for him with 4 pig headed "brothers" to overcome.

Oh, and vote for me in the nominations, just cause I think it would be cool to be considered. Thanks to all who have already thrown in your support for me. I feel honored.

Katie

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Part 7

Liz lazily stretched out her petite body and found a solid body pressed up against her own. She breathed in the deep woodsy scent that was Max and reveled in the wonderful feel of his naked flesh pressed, inch for inch, against her own. She yawned and curled up next to him once more. She burrowed deep under the covers and into Max’s steadily rising chest. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Liz noticed that last night he had some deep worry lines etched on his face at first, but then his face changed from stressed to amused. She wondered if he was amused with her, or just glad to be in his room away from the rest of the palace occupants and their demands.

Liz remembered that life, and its demands. Her home had been in her family for years. The servants had been loyal through generations and she had responsibility to them as the eldest daughter. Her mother was busy with her baby sister Emily and her father was always off at the Gordovian capital of Althea. His position as Ambassador to Antar was a position he took amazing pride in. The king’s family and her family had been great friends for centuries. That was the reason her family was stolen from her.

The day of the rebel uprising, her mother, father and sister were in the capital sightseeing with Liz at home, running the house hold. The alarm sounded and her family ran to the palace, attempting to outrun the rebels. They never made it. The rebel leader recognized her father and captured them. Her mother and her sister were killed instantly, her father having to watch. Then, the king was brought out, blood streaked across his face and body. It was the blood of the queen, who had just been killed at his feet.

The rebels lead the king, her father and many other members of the royal cabinet to the center of town. Then, in executioner’s style, opened fire and killed them all. The rebels’ shouts of joy could be heard through out the city, but the peoples’ weeping of sorrow would be heard much louder for much longer.

Liz was at home when the messenger came, telling her to leave the house. The rebels were coming to seize the family’s lands and if she wasn’t careful, they would seize her too. Liz had to do the only thing she could to survive. She told the servants to leave and seek out their relatives on distant planets. She gave all of them money and then she did the only thing she could do; she mounted a horse and fled. She took some money for herself and the cloths on her back. She would have to go into hiding. All the families of the royal cabinet were being hunted and killed, attempting to erase the evidence of the past monarchy.

Liz had lived on the street, stealing or making a quick buck where she could. She couldn’t risk leaving the country, because she would be found instantly and drug off to the same fate as her parents. She couldn’t risk that. Her parents and her sister had been robbed of their lives, and she had to survive this civil war for them.

Then the fateful night that she had been found sleeping in an alley, she was sure her captures were the rebels. She was sure they were going to kill her and then hang her body from the nearest spike, reminding the people of the rebel’s power. She was surprised when they clamped shackles on her wrists and feet and then drug her to a cart full of people. She recognized none of them, for they were not of the ruling class. She was taken to a ship and found herself in dank and damp room, overstuffed with people. The trip wasn’t very long, because they landed on Bella Tera, the slave planet. They were notorious for stealing people off planets, but since none of the missing were never heard from again, none had any idea how it happened.

She was sold in the first few people, numbers being yelled out and men signaling for her price. She was drug off the plat form and her chain was given to a tall man in a dark cloak. He asked her her name. She only told him Elizabeth, because she didn’t want to risk him being a friend of the rebels who were still looking for her. She did not want to spoil her family name by adding slave to the family history.

When she reached the Prime Minister’s home, she discovered her fate. She was loath to become this love slave, and she vowed to be free and return to Gordova and salvage what was left of her family name. Most thought she was dead, and it was better that way. Then no one would come looking for her. She was content to feel comfortable and safe in the arms of these Adonis’s for now, but she would never forget her vow to return and regain her family dignity once more. She would be free, but she had to be patient.

Now, curled up at Max’s side, this was the type of man she would have hoped for back on Gordova. She would have wanted a good man to be her husband, someone her parents would like and who would treat her well. Someone with good breeding and the crown prince certainly had that. Her father had talked about Max and Zan, saying they were nice young men, someone a father could be proud of.

The thought of her father made her smile. He had always been a good judge of character. She missed him, but she was glad he wasn’t here to see what she had become. This was not the future he would have chosen for his eldest daughter.

Max stirred next to her and rolled his head towards her to look into her eyes. His eyes were a beautifully deep shade of amber, with gold flecks dancing in them. His high check bones and his strong nose were complimented by his thick black eyebrows and currently messy black hair. His broad smile was written all over his face, making him look even more boyish, along with his slightly large ears. He was so good looking that resisting him was out of the question, and Liz realized why so many girls could easily fall for the charming prince and his equally handsome and charming brother.

“Good morning beautiful.” he said kissing her forehead.

“Good morning my lord. I trust you slept well.” she replied.

“Better than I have in a long time.” he told her. He had never felt this content in his lifetime. This woman felt like she was made perfectly to fit him, her body curving and conforming to his in all the right places. Her beautiful smile could light up a room and his heart skipped a beat whenever he looked at her. He had only known her for such a short while, but with every passing moment, he could feel himself falling farther and faster.

A knock cam from the door and Max slowly and reluctantly removed himself from Liz’s arms. He grabbed a robe and pulled the black silk around his naked body, but not before Liz got a good look at his toned backside. With a sigh she sank deeper into the covers and the pillows, breathing in his scent.

Max opened the door and Kyle was behind it. “Max, you had better come quickly! Something is going on downstairs. I think your mother is up to something.” Kyle told him.

“Thanks Kyle, I’ll be down in a moment.” Max told him, turning back into the room and closing the door. “Liz, I have to go down and see what is going on. I’m sorry to leave you like…” Max started. Liz sat up in the bed and then cut off his next sentence.

“Max, its fine, I understand. If you want, you can tell me all about later on.” she told him. He had responsibilities and she knew it. She wasn’t pouting and being childish about him leaving her. This thrilled him. All the other women had been selfish little children about him leaving like this, but then none of them were like Liz.

“Thank you Liz.” he said rushing around getting his clothing on. He wore a pair of black dress slacks and opened his closet for a shirt. Liz slipped out of the bed and padded over to the closet next to him. She looked into his closet and grabbed an olive green shirt and held it up to him. “I think you should wear this one. The color looks good on you.” she told him.

“Thank you again Liz, I’ll wear this one for you today.” he told her. He put the shirt on and Liz started fixing his collar and buttoning the buttons. “You know, I have servants to dress me.” he told her in a teasing tone.

“I’m sure you do, but I’d rather do it. You’re just as much fun to dress as you are to undress.” she teased him right back. He reached around her still naked body and pulled her against him and kissed her deeply. He pulled back and finished composing his outfit. Liz assessed him from tip to toe and kissed his check. “You look handsome.” she told him.

“Thanks” he said blushing slightly. Sure, many women had commented on his good looks, but it meant so much more coming from Liz. “Ok, I have to run.” he said as he quickly kissed her and grabbed his crown. He grabbed for the door and took one last longing look at Liz still naked in his room, wishing he hadn’t had to leave the room ever. He closed the door and hurried down to the main hall. He rounded the stair case and found his father, his mother and his brother standing and talking with the Chancellor of Cambria, of the Leo galaxy, and his family.

Zan sensed Max’s presence long before everyone else. Say what you may about twin ESP, but it had saved their necks many times. Zan turned to his brother and tried to warn him, but his mother had been too fast.

“Maxwell, so nice of you to join us. I would like you introduce you to Chancellor Richmond and his family.” his mother told him.

Max stuck his hand out to shake it with the Chancellor and then kissed the hands of Lady Deborah and Lady Serena in turn. “Welcome to our home.” he told them. Max turned to his mother and asked, “What is it you wished to discuss with me this early mother? I hope you didn’t drag the Chancellor and his family out of bed so early for the same reason.” Max said slightly teasing, kissing his mother’s forehead.

“Well Maxwell, they are precisely the reason I called for you. I would like you to know that you’re father, the Chancellor, Lady Deborah and I have discussed it, and Serena has agreed.” She told him.

“Agreed to what mother?” he asked, not exactly sure he wanted to know the answer. Queen Diane reached out to Serena and presented her to Max.

“Maxwell, I would like you to meet Serena Richmond, your future bride…”

TBC…

And I promise to be quicker with the updates. For a while there, I had no real direction for this fic, now I think I have it.

[Strawberry Shortcake 17]

Thanks everyone for the feedback. I really do love it. I'm sorry I didn't get back faster, but college seems to think it is way more important than fanfics. College is a pretencious time hog!

Ok, I'll get on with the new part, and it might be a bit of a shocker (GASP! :shocked!: )

Part 8

“My what mother?” Max asked Queen Diane. He blinked and swung his head toward his smiling mother. Max should have been expecting something like this, but now that it was here, he could hardly believe it.

“Your betrothed Maxwell.” his mother told him matter-of-factly. She looked very pleased with herself, and she was. She had managed to finally tie down one of her wayward sons and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

“Well, thank you mother, father, Chancellor and Lady Richmond, and Lady Serena, while I am honored that you would consider me as a choice of husband for your lovely daughter, I am not ready to be married, to anyone quite yet.” he told all those present. Max could see the outrage gracing his father’s and Chancellor Richmond’s features and the smile on Lady Serena’s. He had guessed right, she didn’t want to marry him.

“How dare you Maxwell?” his father bellowed. “How dare you disgrace Lady Serena and our family this way? I will not take no for an answer because this has already been decided on.”

“No father, it has not. I do not wish to raise my voice to you, but you cannot decide my future like this. I will marry when I am good and ready, and until then, tell mother to call off the royal carpenters. There will be no cradles to fill for a long time.” and with that Max stomped off back upstairs.

Zan turned and looked at all the stunned faces, minus that of Lady Serena, who was overjoyed. Zan looked his father in the eye and uttered a very unprincely “DITTO” but he said it with gusto. He followed his brother back upstairs, proud that he had stood up to their father too.

Zan found Max upstairs pacing his bedroom, practically wearing a hole in the carpets. He was muttering to himself about his presumptuous mother and her meddling. An occasion “Who does she think she is? and some “Of all the things, a betrothed!” Max would shout incoherently.

“Well spoken bro.” Zan told Max as he entered the apartment. “I think you shocked the hell out of mom and dad.” Max finally acknowledged his brother’s presence.

“I hope fucking so! How dare they do that!? I’m not ready to get married and I’m not marrying some girl I don’t know. I hope mom and dad have to eat crow for that little stunt for a very long time. Did you see how smug mom looked!? Oh, some times I’m not sure who the hell she thinks she is!” Max said ranting and raving.

“Now, that is no way to talk about your mother Maxwell Xavier!” Maria sternly reprimanded. Maria was standing in the door of his room and thought his last string of mutterings to be a bit much. She had seen what had happened in the great hall and was surprised at his boldness. Not by his reaction, just his boldness.

“Maria!” Max yelled as he spun around, “Did you see what she just tried to do?”

“Yes, I saw and heard the whole thing and I think you just disgraced the monarchy and both of your parents.” Maria told him. “Your mother is going to be pissed off for a very long time Maxwell, and good luck stopping her from trying it again. I’m sure next time she’ll have an iron clad contract.” She heard Zan stifle a chuckle at the thought behind her. Maria spun around to look him in the eye.

“You’re next buster. Trust me on this one. I’ve already met the woman your mother has lined up for you, and Lady Courtney of Copper Summit is very excited at the thought of marrying Prince Zander of Antar.” Maria told him, shaking a finger at him. Zan made a very audible gulp at the prospect of marrying Lady Courtney. Sure she was pretty and all, but she had this problem with itching. Her skin was so dry, Zan was sure the country would go broke buying her moisturizer. The worst part was her personality was just as flaky.

“I just can’t understand why they are pushing us like this. Yes, we’re 21, but we won’t cease to function if we don’t produce heirs within the next 6 months. I mean, geeze Maria!” Max practically whined.

“Well, I think you are safe for now, considering Lady Serena’s obvious reluctance to marry you as well.” Maria told him.

“Oh, and what do you know?” Zan asked. Maria was always on the up and up for the latest gossip.

“Let’s just say, when she was told she was coming to the Antarian Royal Palace, it wasn’t you she was hoping to see. That, and Kyle may be coming to speak to you. That’s all I know and all I’m gonna say.” Maria said holding her hands up to Zan.

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m not going downstairs again for the rest of the day. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the library with the door barricaded.” Max said, stomping off again.

Maria and Zan turned and left the room, considering Max wasn’t fit to talk to, and wouldn’t be for the rest of the day, besides, they had damage control duty.

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The Library

Liz was sitting comfortably, reading a novel about the Wild West and the Great Deserts of the plains, or so it had been called on Earth. She wondered what it was like, living in the desert, riding horses, dodging snakes, lots of cactus and no water. It seemed interesting, and she hoped maybe someday she would get to see it. She was sure she never would, but it was nice to dream.

She had been reading peacefully all day and had enjoyed her personal little tour of the library. It was extensive. Max must have been a collector of knowledge, just like her father had been. Her father had collected books from all the corners of the galaxy and she could hardly keep up with his habit.

Liz had found a little alcove near a window that was covered in plush pillows and looked very comfortable. She figured that since no one was in it, it was safe to read in it for a while. She first heard the scraping and slamming of the door, but was alarmed to hear someone bracing the door with a chair. Then she heard heavy footfalls and deep angry breathing. Who ever they were, they were extremely irritated. Liz was worried that she was about to get in trouble for being in the library. She was climbing out of the reading nook when Max came around the corner and practically jumped right on top of her.

Apparently this was his little reading nook and his preferred method of entering it was a flying leap into the center. His slightly startled face followed by a “Liz” as he pulled himself backward, rather ungracefully. Liz instinctively curled up in a ball and tried to dodge the falling Max.

He landed rather awkwardly in the pile of pillows, narrowly missing Liz, but coming down hard on his side. His breath left his body in a forced rush and a loud groan slipped past his lips. He rolled over, clutching his side. Liz uncurled and moved over towards him.

“Your majesty, are you ok? Please forgive me for invading your reading area. I am very sorry. What’s hurt? Should I go get someone?” she asked and apologized in a rush.

“Liz, I’m fine and it’s quite alright. I gave you access to the library, and that meant the whole thing. And please, I’m Max, not your majesty.” he told her.

“Yes, Max.” she replied. “Are really ok? You landed kind of hard. Here, let me look at it.” she said, reaching for his side. He rolled and Liz pulled up his shirt. It was red and quickly turning purple. “Well, I think you bruised yourself pretty good. An ice pack and some rest will fix you right up.” she told him. He just stared at her perplexed. “I’m sorry, I was too bold.” she said with her head bowed.

Max reached out and turned her chin up. She had her eyes looking down, trying to put on the face of an obedient slave. “Liz, look at me.” he said and she looked up. There was a look of slight fear in her eyes, expecting him to punish her. She didn’t think he would, but she didn’t know him that well yet. “You were not too bold; I’m just not used to such attentions and genuine concern from such a lovely creature.” He pulled her towards him and kissed her lips.

Her lips were so sweet and tasted so good that Max felt like he could lose himself in her and her kiss. Liz didn’t pressure him, she didn’t make him change who he was to suit her, she wasn’t demanding, if anything she was the exact opposite. She was Liz, pure, sweet, wonderful Liz. He could be himself with Liz and she wouldn’t judge, she would just accept.

His entire body relaxed and he pulled her down into the pile of pillows, surrounded by plush fabrics and her softness. Max sighed at the sweetness in their kiss and Liz pulled back, causing Max to groan at the loss. “Are you alright? I’m sorry; I just seem to get carried away with you Max.” Liz said, with a look of genuine concern in her eyes.

“No, I’m not alright, you stopped kissing me.” Max said with a wicked grin in on his face. Liz giggled and covered his lips with her own, but pulled back again.

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be with the queen? And did I hear you blocking the door?” she asked.

Max rolled over and pulled himself up, so he was seated. “Yes, you did, and I was with my mother, that’s why the door is barricaded.” Liz moved up next to him, but was facing him.

“What happened Max, I know you left in a bit of hurry.” she asked. Her curiosity was killing her.

“Oh, my mother is trying to force me to marry some silly girl from lord knows where. I think her name was Serena Richmond. Her father is the Chancellor of Cambria.”

“Oh, from the Leo galaxy. They are very nice people.” Liz absently commented, not even realizing she had. Max looked at her like she had just grown a horn.

“How did you know that?”

TBC…

Yep, I'm devious , but you will all have to see what happens