Frost and all it's chapters are a fanfic (It's not hard to guess of what.) This is the prologue to the story. I am not a writer, in-fact I definitely consider myself to be more of a reader than a writer.
Princess Rachel is visiting again. She and Jesten have been courting for years now and when she’d first started visiting I’d been determined to make friends with her. However the Princess is a spoiled brat who looks down on everyone around her. The only good thing about her visits is that Jesten eats dinner in the hall with us.
“You should come with us to Todoba for the Winter.” She gushes over him while we eat a roasted onion potato soup. “You would love it! The seaside is wonderfully warm then.”
“Would you take a swim with me then?” He asks knowing full well Rachel would never scandalize herself so publicly. She giggles and it makes the hairs on my back raise.
“You’ve gotten just as bad as they say…” She scolds playfully. I’m not hungry anymore.
“You don’t know that half of it.” He laughs loudly. I jerk up watching him in awe. It’s the first time I’ve seen him really laugh in years. It's beautiful and gives his face a boyishness more suited to his age. My chest burns with envy at how easily the princess brings out the best in him.
“To that I am sure.” She doesn’t argue or press for more information like I would. The rest of dinner passes without a single glance or word my way from Jesten or Rachael. They retire to the piano room where I am loathed to join them as their chaperone. Rachel sings sweetly and off key while Jesten plays the piano. It’s almost funny watching him play the simple silly songs the Princess requests. I’ve seen him play regularly with far more talent and passion. I pretend to be unfazed by their neglect by reading a book on the chaise under the window. But every few moments I look up just to see Jesten smile. I watch him whisper something in her ear. It must have been a question because her face turns red and she gives a hesitant and bashful nod. He gives her the biggest smile yet and jealousy burns in my chest. I don't even see the words as I glare down at the pages in my hand.
That night I headed downstairs to the kitchen for leftover cake. I can’t sleep with Jestens' smile in my head and this jealousy burning a hole in my heart. I’m aware of my full figure especially when the willowy princess is around. But cake makes me happy. The sugary sweet frosting and moist layers melt on my tongue, sending a pleasured rush through me. I’m carrying my last bite with me through the piano room when I hear footsteps and a muffled giggle. Fear that someone will catch me eating causes me to quickly slip behind the velvet curtains. Moments later Jesten enters the room pulling a giggling Princess Rachel with him.
“In here?” She whispers as Jesten pulls her over to the chaise I’d been reading on only hours before. I nearly gasp when he bends down to kiss her. I’ve seen him kiss her before but this kiss is unsupervised and full of the passion he’d been hiding the whole night. He devours her and she moans into him. I should stop them. If someone caught them kissing unchaperoned there would be consequences. Jesten breaks the violent kiss and lays back on the chaise pulling her with him.
“I don’t know what to do.” The Princess murmurs standing beside him stiffly.
“It’s just like I showed you last time, remember.” Jesten says. I watch in scandalized confusion as he turns her and pulls her leg over him so she is sitting on his chest. He presses on her back until she is face down in his lap. “Take it out and do what I showed you.” He fumbles with his lap and I watch in shock as he scoots her hips back so she is actually sitting on his face. He lifts up her night shift and begins kissing her privates between her legs. It’s obscene and I should be appalled but I find my own core flooding with desire. It’s then that I notice Rachel is doing the exact same thing for him. Boys are different from girls and now I get a front row example of exactly how different. Jesten’s penis is huge and I am wondering how I have never noticed it before. Rachael sucks on it, taking as much into her mouth as she can fit. The little moans tell me that she is enjoying Jestens mouth. I’m wondering what that must feel like then he takes a finger and pushes it into her. She gasps suddenly and he begins to move it in and out of her. There is a wetness between my thighs. I’m not completely innocent. I’ve read romances and I know what my own fingers feel like. But THIS is new.
Suddenly Rachel gives a choked cry, her mouth still full. Her hips jerk out of rhythm and Jesten lets out a curse between his teeth. He reaches his free hand around to force the princesses head down further as he bucks his hips up. This causes her to choke loudly and make forced gagging sounds. He doesn’t stop though and continues pumping up until her gags become wet. He releases her head with a final gasp and she jerks off of him followed by a thick trail of thick saliva. She gasps and retches desperately for air while looking up at him with fury in her eyes. I guess she didn’t enjoy that last part.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He says pushing her off of him. “I told you to get some practice.”
She spits then wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. “Sorry but Princesses aren’t allowed to just run around sucking cocks and getting off with the house staff.” she bites out bitterly.
“Works for me.” He chimes wickedly.
“Bastard.” She spits wrinkling her nose and curling her lip at him.
“Finally some real emotion.” He taunts. I’m almost relieved to see him showing her the same unkindness he shows everyone else. “Don’t act high and mighty now. You loved my tongue in your pussy. I don’t do that for everyone you know.”
“I bet you do it for that Genovian whore. No wonder she follows you around like a lost bitch.” She's talking about me and I feel my face flush at the accusation. There is a long intentional silence from Jesten that causes the Princess to tense. The silence stretches on as he considers her. I’m afraid to even breathe less the hear me. He walks towards her only he doesn’t stop walking when he reaches her and walks her back to the wall covered in family paintings. He grabs her jaw in a way that looks painful and reaches up to twist one of her nipples through her shift until she lets out a cry of pain.
“What have I told you about talking about her?” He asks. I’ve never heard this tone from him but it’s terrifying and makes me shiver. “Don’t fucking talk about her.” He releases her and she slides down the wall. “Get out of here.” He sneers down at her. She quickly scurries away nearly tripping on the hem of her shift. “Next time I won’t let it slide.” He calls after her as she runs from the room.
A new fear fills me as I realize I am alone in the room with an angry Jesten and it's far too quiet again. Surely he can hear me breathing. He stands where the Princess left him silently fuming. He finally turns and leans against the wall unknowingly facing me. He lowers the waist of his cotton trousers and his penis springs out. I watch in fascination as he begins working it up and down the length with both his fists. He lets out a low sound in his throat followed by a string of desperate sounds that almost sound like words.
“Fuck Anna. You're such a pretty girl licking my cock like that.” My legs suddenly feel heavy and I can’t help the press of my thighs together. I convinced myself I must have misheard. He can’t be thinking about me while doing this. “Fuck baby.” He continues over and over in his deep voice like a prayer. His hips finally give a few last jerky thrusts and give his full body weight to the wall behind him while he catches his breath. He pushes the frosty damp hair back from his face and gives a low groan of despair. He quickly leaves after that.
I wait a few moments to make sure he is really gone before I leave my hiding spot. I run in a tiptoe across the room when suddenly I’m sliding on my ass. I sit up looking at the puddle I just slipped in. I pull my hand up, noticing the sticky pale liquid.
“What on earth?” I wonder as I bring it to my nose for a sniff. I quickly jerk my hand away as it dawns on me. This is where Jesten had been standing. This is from Jesten. I quickly stand up but it's too late, my shift has soaked up the majority of it. There are only a few glistening drops left. I bend to get a closer look as a memory surfaces. Jesten with Francis in the Parlour a few months back, milky white drops just like this on the wood planks. Surely not. Frances had been a loving caretaker to them both for years! He wouldn’t would he? I silently make my way upstairs, holding the cold, damp parts of my shift away from me. I do my best to ignore the hum between my thighs. Past experience has taught me it only leads to frustration. I fall asleep thinking about what Jesten said about messing around with the staff. Surely not. I would know...Wouldn’t I?