"I want to guide you this time." Ro said, pushing his shirt off. She kissed his earlobe, his jawline, his neck. Straddling him, she unwrapped the sash around his waist. She hiked her skirts up and slid on top of him. "I can feel you already." She purred. Rolling her head back, she said. "God, what if we just did it and didn't tell anyone?"

"Believe me." Antonio said. "That idea is sounding better every minute you're on top of me."

Ro unlaced his breeches and pulled them off, moving back on top of him and feeling the friction between their parts as she resumed undoing her bodice and pushing it off. She wiggled out of her skirts and undid her corset, leaving herself in just her shift.

Antonio leaned forward to touch her, but Ro gently pushed him back. "I'm guiding, remember. Lean back. I had an idea."

Antonio was all too happy to oblige, sinking back into the chaise lounge as Ro kissed him, then moved quickly to sucking his neck. She laid kisses from his collarbone down, kissing his chest, his abs, his hip then –oh.

She took his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking. She moved her mouth back and forth like she had been gliding on him earlier, licking the head and holding onto the base with her thin hand.

"How does that feel?"

"God-" Antonio spluttered out, pushing his hands up to his face. "Whatever you do, don't stop."

Ro smiled and continued, licking up his shaft, swirling her tongue on the tip of his cock, and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. It was so warm and wet and slick, Antonio felt waves of pleasure as she sucked and licked and, with a quick shutter, he came.

Ro wiped the cum off her mouth and pushed her hair back. "Was that-?"

Antonio sprung forward and kissed her passionately, pulling her on top of him. He loved this girl, he loved her, he loved her. "Now it's my turn to guide." He murmured into her ear.

He scooped Ro up off the lounge, and laid her down on her bed. He teased her the way she teased him, kissing her neck, her chest, taking each of her breasts in his mouth, and kissed down her abs. He parted her legs and lavished kisses on her inner thighs. He dipped his head forward and licked her folds, exploring the warmest part of her body with his tongue.

Ro grabbed the sheets and twisted them, arching her back to give him a better angle. Antonio reached up to grab her breast, squeezing it as he licked and sucked her clit, feeling her grow hotter and wetter. Eventually she gave a loud moan and collapsed. Antonio kissed her stomach and crawled up beside her.

Antonio cupped her face and kissed her. "I have to go."

"Do you?" Ro mumbled.

"We can't have people find us again." He said, kissing her deeply, and pushing himself up to dress and leave.

…

Ro awoke the next morning and stretched, only then realizing that she was still naked. She wanted Antonio back beside her, and she wanted to touch him again. In fact, she had a very good idea. Smiling impishly, Ro dressed only in her shift and went down to the breakfast hall, where she knew Antonio dined. It was early, but he was a morning person anyway. She pushed her shift off her shoulders, revealing the tops of her breasts, and leaned against the table.

She heard voices, and they grew closer, and only then did she realize that Antonio perhaps may not enter the room alone. Panicking, she ducked under the table, hoping that whoever was with him would leave him at the door. But there were two sets of footsteps, and the two closest chairs to her pulled out. She recognized Antonio's legs, and the legs of-

"Now, father, I've got to get this right. And I don't want to do it while Derek's here. When can we get him out anyway?"

"The currents will be fine in a week, and we can outfit his ship. I have none of the female maids working alone – Your mother is trying to have the guards run patrol."

"Good." Antonio said. "He should be in prison for what he does."

"There's no evidence. That's the only issue."

"I know he does it, father."

"Oh, we all do. But until we have evidence, or until someone catches him in the act, there's nothing we can do."

Tea was brought out, but the sounds of the other shuffling feet, and Ro knew now there'd be no escape until breakfast was over. Antonio scooched his chair in closer, so his stomach was pressed up against the table.

"Tell me, Antonio, how is Ro settling in with her lessons on Apollonian history?"

"Quite well, I think." Antonio said happily. "Everyone adores her-"

"-you especially."

"I especially."

Ro smiled at this, crossing her legs. Looking over at Antonio, she got an idea. Her idea may not be able to go off entirely according to plan, but she could still surprise him. She reached out gently, and ran her hand up his thigh. Antonio jumped, and the silverware clattered, but Ro kept moving closer to his crotch.

"Antonio, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Antonio said quickly, almost too quickly. Ro giggled at his nerves, but clearly he had caught on.

She pulled the lacing from the front of his breeches and pushed them open. She ran a finger lightly up his shaft before grabbing it in her hand and beginning to move up and down. But there was not enough slickness, so she licked him from base to tip, taking the top of his cock in her mouth. She felt him move again and smiled, knowing that Peter must be starting to wonder what's going on.

"Is she finding her guest chambers and personal maids alright?"

"Of course." Antonio said breathlessly. "She has a lovely room, and…and I've been showing her around. She's..she seems…happy."

"Antonio, are you sure you're alright?"

Ro bobbed her head more quickly, sucking and licking and enjoying the wetness of it all. Antonio was hard as a rock and his cock throbbed in her mouth, already salty with pre-cum. It tasted like saltwater to her.

"I'm gonna cum." He muttered, quietly and quickly, trying to still carry on with a normal breakfast.

"Pardon?" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"I, uh…" Antonio looked around, breathing heavily.

There was a knock on the door.

"Your majesty."

"Gérard." Peter straightened on his seat.

"The royal advisor has arrived. He awaits in the courtroom."

"Oh yes, I'll be there." Peter got up and left the room.

Ro used both her hands and her mouth now, moving her hand up and down as her tongue swirled on the tip of his cock. As soon as she heard the door click shut, she pulled herself off of him.

Antonio pushed back from the table and looked down. "Father's gone."

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your morning tea." Ro said, fake-innocently, climbing up onto his lap, and letting the tip of his cock run just across her as she straddled him.

"Please, don't stop." Antonio begged. "I'm going to burst."

"You don't sound eager enough." Ro laughed, kissing his cheek and laughed as she skipped out of the room.

"You will be the death of me." Antonio groaned, stuffing his erection back into his pants.

…

Derek rolled his eyes at the setup of the castle. Women traveled in packs, men roamed the halls, Antonio really didn't trust him at all, did he? He knew how to behave…he just so often ignored it. And besides, he was only here for one real reason. The maids needn't be so suspect.

You see, the rules of the kingdom were simple. Once a prince or princess married, they could take the throne. Prince Antonio would be on track to ascend the throne once he married the Princess of Paladia. If Derek wanted to become king of a kingdom or at least enjoy the fortune of one, he'd have to marry a Princess—but it would be hard to find a lady of nobility to marry him due to the infamous reputation he had with other women, as well as the fact that he was nearly broke, having spent his parents fortune on lavish celebrations and other women.

However, an island girl who miraculously turned out to be a Princess would provide him the pathway to become the king of Paladia and recover from his financial loss. All Derek would need to do is shatter the Princess' reputation and present her as a whore to the people of Apollonia. Her wedding to Antonio would be called off since the people of Apollonia wouldn't want such a woman to be their queen.

Derek would wreck her reputation so badly and make sure no Prince or Duke would ever think of marrying her, and then Derek would offer to marry her and the Princess would say yes reluctantly, thinking Derek was her last resort to find a suitor after her botched reputation. And once he'd marry her, he'd then have all the fortune of the Paladian royal family at his grasp. He didn't care to become king, he just needed money and a beautiful, exotic and daring woman like Rosella by his side who he'd use to fulfil all his wildest fantasies.

He had a steady plan to undertake this operation – he had several secret informants in the castle, mostly maids close to the Prince and Princess' proximity whom he had bribed to inform him everything they would witness about the soon to be wed couple.

Antonio and Rosella's engagement ball was happening in only a couple days, and Derek figured he would start his plan then.

…

Antonio had asked where Ro was, and now approached the room. As he pushed open the double doors, steam hit him instantly. She sat in the large tub in the middle, running a sponge over her body.

"Hello." She said cheerfully. "Good morning, Antonio."

"Good morning indeed." Antonio said, pulling off his boots. "Are you looking for some company?"

"I suppose there's room." Ro surrounded herself with bubbles.

Antonio pulled off his shirt, smiling when he noticed how Ro surveyed his body. As a reciprocated gesture, she slid out of the water to the edge of the bathtub, letting him watch as bubbles slid off her wet breasts. Antonio pulled his breeches off quickly and slid into the water, pulling her on top of him.

"No one is going to bother us here, right?"

"I told them I don't need any help." She slid down his legs until she reached her natural resting point. "I knew you'd come."

"After the stunt you pulled this morning?" Antonio captured her in a kiss. "How could I not?"

Ro kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck and beginning to grind against him. Antonio thought back to when they first started pushing their limits, in the ocean, and realized how much had changed in such a short period of time. And how much of his world was now Ro; how much of it was wrapped around wanting to touch her, especially.

"I should return the favor." He muttered, reaching his hand down to glide across her. He massaged her clit slowly, rocking her against his cock, before slipping one finger inside her, then two. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting the sensation take over her. He felt her clit stiffen and her muscles begin to clench, and he removed his hand, sliding it back up to squeeze her ass.

"Antonio-"

"Returning the favor." He said cheekily.

She swatted him. "Ugh!" she then raised an eyebrow. "Sit up then, out of the water."

Antonio all too happily obeyed. Ro put her lips back around his shaft, and he was right back where he was this morning, on the very edge of completion. It took only a few bobs of her head for him to release, spraying on her chest.

"Sorry." Antonio said, sliding back into the water. "Let me get that." He grabbed her waist and turned her back to him, pulling her up against his chest. Forgoing the sponge, he scooped soapy water with his hands and massaged her chest, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Ro turned and leaned her back against his chest, letting his cock between her legs once more, as Antonio looked down at her chest, massaging and soaping up her breasts. It wasn't look before Ro started grinding against him in need, and Antonio knew, once more, he should return the favor. Still holding her against his broad chest, he slid his hand between her legs and massaged her, feeling her buck up against him. She rolled her head into his neck and moaned. He captured her mouth to quiet her – he didn't want any investigators.

With a soft moan, she unraveled and quickly turned back to face him, kissing him softly.

…

They left the bathroom in shifts, just in case anyone was watching, but no one was. Ro had whispered in his ear. "You know, I do need someone to dress me."

And Antonio was all too happy to get any chance to touch her.

He was waiting in her room as she entered, wrapped in a sheet and still almost steaming with heat. She dropped the towel suddenly, with a confidence she didn't have a few days ago, and let him look at her.

"Well?" she said, perfectly aware of what she was doing. "I need a shift, don't I?"

"No, you don't." Antonio smirked.

Ro rolled her eyes playfully. "Get one for me anyway."

Antonio grabbed a shift from a drawer and slid it over her head, kissing her nose.

"Antonio," Ro began.

"Yes."

"Are you ever going to tell me what your cousin did?"

Antonio froze and teetered on this question. It would be better if she knew, in order to protect herself, but he was also going to protect her, so what was the issue?

Antonio steeled himself. "Do you know what consent is?"

Ro shook her head.

"I don't think I've used the term before, but I know we've talked about it. Consent is giving someone permission to touch you, at least in the context I mean it." Antonio looped her corset around her and began lacing it up.

"Okay, that's good." Ro said.

"But sometimes people don't care about consent. If they want to touch someone, and if they think they're stronger than the person, they'll just touch them. Sometimes this means grabbing their arm, or kissing them, sometimes it means forcing them to have sex."

Ro recoiled a little even at just the violence of the idea. Antonio slipped her dress over her head, and started doing the buttons up the back.

"There's a lot of good things about being in civilization." Antonio kissed her gently. "But there's also new dangers that I don't think you quite experienced in your island."

Ro shook her head. "No, this didn't happen there."

"And I won't let it happen here either. Not to you. Not to anyone, if I can help it." Antonio said, thinking of the monster that resided under his very roof.