T-Girl fairy tale 8

“There, I have delivered your present as promised. Squeeze you arse tightly as I pull out of you so you do not lose one precious drop of it.”

Angel slowly pulled herself from him and she could feel him squeezing her somewhat, but nothing like her future husband could squeeze. She bent down and pulled up his breeches enough to wipe off her deflating penis, then tucked it back inside her smallclothes and straightened her dress. Without another word she strode from the stables toward the crowd that was anxiously awaiting her.

“After my deep examination he is not the young man that will be my husband.” She said without pausing at the group and walked on past them to enter her carriage. The rest of her entourage scrambled together and they rode from the estate in a cloud of dust.

For that whole day they went from estate to estate and Princess Angel gave a ‘present’ to the best looking stable hand at each estate. The sun was low on the horizon when they entered the gate of Jared’s estate. As the entourage stopped before the manor house and Angel disembarked from her carriage they could hear people shouting at the top of their lungs inside. Angel nodded to her Herald and he strode to the door and pounded on it with his standard.