FANTASY: Fairytales Princess (Prince and Princess erotica Book 1)

Pisces and Kian
It was two full decades since anyone had called Pisces little-anything. She was still petite yet curvier than when she was sixteen, but a mother of three must keep up appearances, and it was only right that she should pass on the title of “little mermaids” to her progeny of half-mermaids… especially back when they had been little. But her youngest—a boy—had turned fifteen, and as she had learned long ago, no children around that age wanted to be anywhere near their parents if they could help it.
Pisces had been feeling frumpy and grumpy lately. She supposed she was only feeling down because she had fewer things to fill her hours with. She was not unwanted, nor unsupported—she knew her husband does not not love her anymore… he was simply busy being King to a nation that had flagging relations with a hot-tempered neighbor. In the scheme of things, averting war was more important than averting the mental breakdown of his wife.
One day, after exhausting herself with a slew of inconsequential tasks, she bumped into her husband, who was leaving their room with important papers in her hands. At least, Pisces assumed they were important—Kian didn’t take his eyes off them even while leaning down to give her a kiss. This last bit finally blew the lid off of Pisces’s patience. She ended the kiss before it even began and headed straight for the bathroom, leaving her husband by the door, still bending down but now facing empty space.
Did Pisces expect him to follow and apologize? Only a little… she truly didn’t wish to bother Kian and had regretted her actions the moment she closed the bathroom door. Her husband was up to his ears in responsibilities while her biggest problem was having nothing useful to do. It was wrong of her to make herself another problem for her husband to deal with.
But all that pretty reasoning didn’t make her feel better when—after she’d finished filling the tub with water, had disrobed and gotten in—Kian still wasn’t there with her. When he finally managed to drop whatever he was doing and joined her in the bathroom, Pisces was in a bad mood again. Kian had to do some major coaxing and softening and warming techniques using only his voice before he was even allowed into the tub, but things went easier from there.
Kian adjusted Pisces’s position so she was sitting between his widespread legs and leaning against his back. He nuzzled her from behind, licked the water droplets clinging to her neck, ran his teeth over her shoulders… all while his hands were busy meandering over her body—one traveling upwards from her thighs, the other making a long stop over her sweet full breasts before going on southwards, where it was set to meet with its pair over Pisces’s throbbing pussy.
Under the warm water, Kian’s hands spread Pisces apart. Languorously, he rubbed at her organ, first this way, then that way, his fingers periodically dipping into her opening. Pisces arched his back, made “mmm” sounds, and turned her face up in order to lick and kiss her husband’s face, just to show how much she appreciated this.
After Pisces came, they shifted positions so that she was sitting sideways across Kian’s lap. With his hands playing with her nipples, Kian asked how Pisces would feel about taking a vacation. Pisces thought he was taking his guilt about leaving her alone all the time too far and replied, “I don’t want to bother you, honey. You’re busy and I understand—honestly, I’m not blaming you for what I’m going through.”
But Kian hadn’t actually meant a vacation for the two of them… admitting that would send this discussion out the window, however, so he just went with it. He’s learned a thing or two about diplomacy over the years of being King. “And I appreciate your understanding, dear, I couldn’t ask for more. But I hate seeing you alone all the time and not having any fun. Tell me, how does taking a vacation, by yourself at least, sound to you?”
“By myself?” asked Pisces sharply.