Boruto was staring at the fair princess of the realm, Princess Sarada as she entered the ballroom of the royal palace for the yearly royal banquet. No, it would be more accurate to say that almost everyone, especially the male guests, were staring at her. She was dressed in a low-cut red gown that accentuated her full, big breasts and shapely hourglass figure perfectly. Her enormous millky breasts strained against her sheer bodice, her melons almost threatening to jump out as she moved. Her pale soft skin was practically giving off an ethereal glow. The male guests in the ballroom were transfixed by her heaving chest and her deep cleavage. They muttered amongst themselves, "Princess Sarada is as stunning as ever. It is no wonder she is famed as the most fair maiden in the Anduit Kingdom."

In the midst of the banquet, the ballroom dance started. Many male guests rushed to Princess Sarada to have a dance with her, but suddenly stopped as Boruto approached her and gave way to him. Boruto Uzumaki was one of the strongest knights of the Anduit Kingdom, and no one wanted to cross him. Boruto asked, "My princess, would you do me the honor of having a dance with me?" Sarada stared at Boruto's chiseled features and blushed cutely. She replied in her soft, high-pitched voice, "It would be my honor, Knight Boruto." Boruto took Sarada's delicate, soft hand in his large muscular hand and led her to dance, Sarada blushing all the while from the feel of a man's touch. They started dancing, Boruto gently holding Sarada's waist. Sarada found herself experiencing a rather pleasant tingle emanating beneath her gown from Boruto's masculine arms gripping her waist.

After a while, Boruto shifted their position into a style befitting a slower song. This meant that Sarada now had her supple form drawn in tight to Boruto's strong muscled chest. Feeling his arm encircle her back and his other hand still holding her own, the beauty was forced to instinctively rest her head on his shoulder. The differences between the two were striking to the maiden, as she breathed in his manly musk and felt his strong muscles encircling her. In comparison, her soft feminine body was much smaller and completely enveloped by his strength. The sensation of her ample bosom smashed up against his muscular body was also causing alien sensations and thoughts in the beauty. Sarada unwittingly felt a sense of safety in being held by Boruto and her body was beginning to react naturally.

Feeling her womanhood moisten and the nipples of her breasts harden against the fabric of her gown, the gorgeous maiden's eyes became half-lidded, drunk in the pleasant sensations of being held close by one of the strongest knights in the kingdom. Boruto for his part, was having a hard time controlling himself with the extremely beautiful maiden held in his arms. She looked absolutely stunning with curves in all the right places. Looking down at the top of her beautiful black hair and holding her soft frame in his arms, Boruto was fairly certain that his infatuation would soon become full blown love the longer he was able to hold her. He realised in that moment that he would go to the ends of the realm in order to make sure that the woman in his embrace was protected.

As the song continued and they continued to sway sweetly to the music, their eyes caught one another in an awkward stare. Across the room, the king and queen, Sasuke and Sakura, had been watching this scene unfold very carefully and was delighted to see how well the two appeared to be getting on. King Sasuke said to Queen Sakura, "Well it seems that they are getting along extremely well. I guess it is time to announce the betrothal that we had planned for a long time. Sarada will be safe and happy in Boruto's hands."

King Sasuke's voice suddenly interrupted the ballroom dance, "Everyone, I have an annoucement to make." The ballroom dance immediately stopped. King Sasuke continued, "Today, I will betroth my daughter Sarada, the princess of the realm, to Knight Boruto." Boruto, Sarada and the rest of the guests were surprised by this sudden announcement. Boruto's heart erupted in happiness as he realised that Sarada was soon going to be his wife. Sarada was stunned for a moment and then as she realised that the man that just soon before had held her in his strong, masculine arms was going to be her husband, her pretty cheeks flushed and her heart fluttered at the realisation.

After the royal banquet ended, Sarada went back to her royal chambers. To tell the truth, she was feeling overwhelmed, as she lay awake at night in her expansive bed. As she imagined her future husband Boruto's face, a warm flush came over her. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the neediness between her thighs, attributing it to the long day. But instead, she could only imagine that handsome man, Boruto.

Her future husband Boruto. Those big, muscled arms. The square jaw . . .

She shivered, trying to turn her thoughts to other things. But the handsome Boruto, her future husband, continued to appear in her mind's eye, and slowly she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. Her nipples hardened and her vaginal passage became more and more moist. Her breathing tightened as she imagined him looming over her, his hard cock...

No! No, I am not thinking about this! I may be a princess, but I do not have a princess' lusty thoughts!

She evidently did though, as even as she had that thought, she lowered her hand between her thighs. She gasped at the sensitivity.

"Just one little touch," she moaned, continuing to rub her engorged clit. She felt utterly turned on, and she began rubbing her huge, sensitive tits as well. Soon she was gasping and moaning, trying to remain silent as she pleasured herself.

How did I wait this long? Oh ooh this feels so good! Ahhhh!

Her body had been so aroused today, but now she finally gave in to her wanton needs. Her mind locked onto the memory of Boruto gripping her waist earlier today which then turned into openly imagining being fucked hard by him. It felf sinful, yet at the same time so right, to picture him having a huge hard cock that slid between her thighs. She shook and trembled in her bed just to imagine it, the pleasure growing as she played with her lower lips, slid her fingers into her wet entrance.

Suddenly she squeaked and felt her body explode in waves of sheer pleasure. Nubile young body writhing in ecstasy, Sarada let out several girlish moans of pleasure as the folds of her maidenhead spasmed delightfully. Her entire being shuddered in unimaginable bliss. In that moment, she imagined that man cumming inside her.

"MMhhhmmm! Oh fuck! Ehhhhhhh!"

She silenced herself before she made any further noise. In the post-bliss aftermath, she couldn't believe what she had just done.

That's the first and last time I do that. Or imagine . . . that.

She convinced herself, not realising this would be a regular pastime for her in the next few days before the wedding.