Sweetest Princess Abike,
You have stolen my heart, my sweet cherry pie. I love you more than anything in this world. I would give you the stars in the sky. You will taste so good when we finally are together.
Love always,
Fayemi
“He’s so dreamy,” cooed Princess Abike, clutching the letter to her substantial bosom. The lovely young princess had an angelic, innocent face and an enticingly curvaceous figure. She was only 21 and had never felt this way about someone before.
The Princess’s older sister, Lolade, rolled her eyes. “I don’t know Abike,” she warned. “That line about you tasting good is a little creepy.”
Abike shook her head vehemently. “Fayemi is talking about the taste of my soft lips. He said they were like rose petals last week, and something about my flower too.”
Lolade sighed and shook her head. “But he’s not royalty!” she complained. “And besides. You haven’t even seen him, he might be ugly.”
Abike was not listening to her sister’s arguments. “Love is blind. I don’t care what he looks like.” Abike was staring out the palace window, imagining the sight of her handsome dream man. “I know what his heart is like from the words he writes to me. He is beautiful.”
“You’re ridiculous,” scolded her older sister. “He’s a peasant, and we know nothing about him. There’s no future for you. Father would never let you marry someone who isn’t royalty.”
Princess Abike gave a sad sigh. She was still staring longingly out of the palace window. “I know. But love will conquer all. Fayemi said that our love is stronger than any palace wall. We will be together.”
The beautiful princess stared down at her treasured love letter again, taking in the romantic words her peasant darling had written. There was a grubby smudge near the bottom of the letter, just below his name.
Abike clutched the letter to her breast again and let out a wistful sigh as she pictured her handsome sweetheart taking her in his arms. “We’ll find a secret place in the forest and live off the land,” she told her sister, her eyes vacant as she pictured their perfect life. “I don’t need riches or castles. I just need the love of my Fayemi.”
Princess Lolade wrinkled her nose. “I prefer Prince Jibowu,” she told her younger sister. “Not only is he handsome and brave, he’s also even richer than father.”
Abike shook her head. “That’s so shallow. What Fayemi and I have is true love.”
Lolade sighed in defeat. “You’re crazy,” she told her sister as she stood up and headed for the door. “I’m going to do some adire.”
Abike smiled happily, stepping away from the bedroom window and walking over to her chambers. She reached into the bodice of her dress and carefully pulled out a key that was concealed deep in her impressive cleavage.
Princess Abike sat down on a seat and unlocked the trunk, sliding it open. She then pulled open a secret panel at the bottom of the drawer, revealing a small pile of letters. With a contented sigh, she placed the new letter on the top of the pile and then closed the secret panel and locked the trunk shut.
She took a sheet of fresh parchment and placed it on the centre of her desk, smoothing it out with both hands as she considered her reply. Abike took a quill and dipped the tip in her pot of ink.
Dearest Fayemi,
When will we be together? I dream of you every night, and every day we are apart. My heart, body and soul belong to you.
Lots of love,
Your sweet baby.
Abike gave a small sigh as she re-read her letter. She was always careful not to sign her own name. If her father, the king, knew that she was writing love letters to a peasant, then he would end it, and probably end lovely Fayemi too.
She pursed her full, ruby-red lips and blew softly on the letter to dry the ink. She then carefully folded the letter and sealed it with a small blob of wax.
Princess Abike then stood up and went to her bedroom door, peering out into the hallway. There was a young guardsman standing on duty, holding a tall spear and dressed in a royal robe.
“Get in here,” she whispered.
Guardsman Niyi had served as Princess Abike’s personal guard for the past six years. In that time, the young soldier had watched the princess transform from an awkward young teenager into one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Princess Abike’s beauty was famed throughout the realm, and
Niyi considered himself truly blessed to be able to gaze upon her daily.
“I need you to deliver another letter, Niyi,” Abike told him as she ushered him into her room and pushed the door shut to ensure they were in private.
Niyi glanced nervously at the door. If he was found alone with the beautiful princess, his days as a guard were numbered. “It’s too dangerous,” he stammered anxiously. “Your father will have my head if I get caught.”
Princess Abike sighed in annoyance. “I thought we had an arrangement?”
The guardsman swallowed, unable to help himself from glancing down at Princess Abike’s deep cleavage. The bodice of the priceless gown she was wearing was laced tightly across her magnificent bosom, the plump upper slopes of her ample melons swelling up enticingly from the low-cut neckline of the dress.
Abike caught the guard’s gaze and looked even more irritated. “Do you want to see them again then?” she said impatiently.
Niyi’s throat went dry. “Yes, please,” he whispered, his voice fading to a scratchy croak.
Princess Abike rolled her eyes in exasperation and reached up, untying the lacings on the front of her gown.
“Oh God,” croaked Niyi as the front of the busty princess’s dress loosened and more of the substantial globes of her breasts became visible. If he was to be caught with her in this state, it would be his doom. But Princess Abike was so beautiful, and her breasts… were fricking huge.
“Uh!” Niyi gave an unintelligible grunt of lust as Abike pulled open the bodice of her gown, and her ample breasts burst free.
Princess Abike’s big breasts were absolutely perfect. They were large and round but barely sagged at all, jutting proudly out from her chest and seeming to defy gravity. Her soft, dark skin was flawless, and the firm, round melons were topped by hard nipples that poked out from the small circles of her areola. Niyi’s previously dry mouth was now watering at the sight of the princess’s perfect tits.
“So you’ll deliver the letter now?” she asked impatiently as she held open the front of her dress, trying her best to ignore the excited leer the guardsman was giving her exposed breasts.
“C-can I touch them?” whispered Niyi, licking his lips and not taking his eyes off the ample breasts that Abike had presented to him.
Princess Abike resisted the urge to slap the insolent soldier. “Fine. Make it quick, though.”
Niyi gave a small whimper as he reached up with both hands and gently cupped Princess Abike’s magnificent bare breasts in his hands. He moaned as he felt the vast sphere’s completely filling his hands and the hard buds of her nipples pressing against the centre of his palms. Her breasts felt so warm, soft and smooth, they were absolutely perfect in every way.
“Oh God,” groaned Niyi as he gave the Princess’s royal breasts a slight squeeze, marvelling at the firmness of her massive breasts. He had once got a titfuck from a busty trader. She had a nice big pair of tits, but nothing like these puppies. Princess Abike was truly blessed with the finest breasts in the entire kingdom.
“Okay, that’s enough,” announced the Princess, reaching up and pushing the guardsman’s hands off her breasts.
As Abike started to re-lace the front of her bodice, Niyi gave a small disappointed sigh. Her breasts had felt so good. Inside his trousers, his cock was an iron pole.
“I’ll make sure your letter is delivered right away,” he promised, giving her a low bow. Niyi took one last, lingering look at her bust. As Abike was pulling the lacings tight on her gown, her breasts bulged upwards above the neckline of the gown. It was a mind-boggling sight. Niyi gave a second bow and then reluctantly departed.
“The things I do for love,” murmured Princess Abike once the guard had closed the door. She wandered over to the window again and stared forlornly out at the city below. Somewhere down there, her love, Fayemi, was waiting.
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