Prince Harry Part 3 (Patreon)

Hello!! So basically this is 11 google doc pages of filth that i had to write in far too close of proximity to family members and had to tell my dad to mind his beeswax! BUT ALAS here we have a very soft, very in love harry and we all love a soft in love harry don’t we :D

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Harry tries desperately not to be a jealous person.

What does he have to be jealous about anyway? He was Prince of the South, he drank till he was besotted, fed until he bloated, and had the finest choice of materials such as silks in summer and the thickest wools in winter. If he very well wished to roll out of bed at half past noon, nobody would bat an eyelash apart from his mother and perhaps a disgruntled chambermaid who would be set behind in her duties because of him. If he saw something he desired he got it just as soon as he decided he wanted it, including women, men, material items, goods, services. . .all of it. The world was but a juicy piece of fruit in his palm just waiting to be squeezed of its juices and he revelled in the fact.

Yet here he stood, jealous of a chimney sweep with his soot covered hands pushing a few strands of hair behind Y/N’s ear as she holds a basket of linens. It disgruntled him greatly, enough so that he feels his heart drop to his stomach, twisting and coiling in a boiling, acidic annoyance that made his toes curl. This outward display of affection feels just sickening to him, moreso since he is not the one displaying it. If he could very well mount Y/N in the middle of the dining table he would, but while it wouldn’t be unsightly (he thinks their bodies are rather nice pressed together), it would be improper and he doesn’t much want his mum and nan to see him in such a state.

However, he was questioning his morals as he watches Y/N shy away from the boy in smudge blue overalls. Her smile is gentle and polite, nodding at something he says to her and he could practically hear her giggle from where he stood brooding down the hall. He’s so perturbed that he isn’t the slightest bit concerned with the stares that he’s receiving; it isn’t often that they see someone of royal stature down this low, amongst the maids and workers within their quarters. Harry had come to retrieve her himself, simply too pent up to await her arrival at his chambers nor send someone for her. He intended to take her with him to a pleasant nook within the forest on the grounds and tasting the nectar between her thighs. Or have her swallow him, tuck the head of her cock against the soft insides of her throat.

Though now all he wishes to do is to take her right here, at the center of the hall, make her squeal and whimper and whine those precious noises that make his prick twitch at the mere thought. As he stares at her, he wonders if this is the boy that had fucked her two days prior to her and Harry’s time together. The one who had left her unsatisfied -- that made sex with Harry appear like that from a god, producing tingles and sparkles in her lower belly. He doesn’t know if he should thank this boy for being shit in bed or reprimand him for even beginning to think that he could have such a beauty as Y/N as a notch in his belt.

Harry begins stalking forward, breathing in deep through his nose and attempting desperately not to crush the treat he’d brought her in his hands nor make a scene as he appears in her line of sight. Her eyes light up at the sight of him but soon worry when Harry’s gaze is set upon the boy who is speaking to her. The chimney sweep only notices that Harry’s rapidly approaching when he follows Y/N’s stare, “My Lord,” he all but exclaims, bending at his waist, and Harry feigns his best smile (which is but a small curve of the corner of his lips), “My apologies for not seeing you sooner, your arrival was quite quiet.”

“What is your name?” Harry questions and the boy’s eyes go wide.

“Oliver, sir,” he responds respectfully.

Harry nods, “Okay, Oliver. Leave here, I wish to speak with Y/N privately.”

Oliver looks from between Y/N to Harry before nodding his head, “Yes my Lord,” he waves at Y/N loosely, “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Bye,” she murmurs gently and her voice sends shivers down his spine, before her attention flutters back solely to Y/N, “Good evening, my Lord. Did you enjoy supper? I put in a request to the cook for your favorite.”

Almost instantaneously does his jealousy begin fleeting as he gives her a genuine grin, “It was lovely; though, it would have been much more delightful if I saw you in the dining hall.”

“I’m sorry my Lord, I was rather backed up in the laundry today,” she motions to the basket in her hands, “I sent Caroline in my place though, and told her to pay special mind to your drinks. Did she? I gave her salt water taffy in return of it but if she did poorly I will take it back.”

Harry snickers, taking the basket of linens from her hands and passing it off to a man strolling down the hall, “Take these to the laundry room, would you?”

“Of course, Your Grace!” He answers, taking the basket and pivoting on his heel, walking briskly in the direction in which he’d come. Harry turns back to Y/N and motions for her to follow him, “She did well,” he responds to her earlier question, “Almost too well -- I’d take a sip of my glass and she would be around to refill it immediately.” He lets his shoulders relax, finding himself much happier at her side, “I would enjoy your company on a small walk, if you’re willing?” He hums, and once Y/N nods, he felt his grin spread wider as he holds up the handkerchief wrapped around a few pieces of cake that he’d smuggled from dinner, “I brought you treats.”

Though she smiles, she shakes her head, “Oh, my Lord, I am so grateful but I wish you wouldn’t. I fear I never bring you anything in return.”

Harry wonders how to tell her that her presence alone is just enough.

. . .

Up a hill and past a dense thicket on the East side of the castle grounds, there is a spot that Harry had found as a young child exploring within the forest. It’s something akin to a meadow, with bunches of flowers growing sporadically from the ground, framed by thick trunks and large tree roots that have a small opening. That opening relays a lovely view of the kingdom below, where he could sit and let his mind wander. He creates stories for the people below, he wonders if they are healthy and happy, he plays around with the idea of visiting and what he’d want to do the times that he does. There’s a root that juts high from the ground that he enjoys sitting on and has since he was a young boy; the tree attached to it decorated in carvings that he’d done. Within the bushes he’d hidden some things as well, including a thick woven blanket that he would wrap himself in if the breeze was too cool.

This blanket is what he fans out for the both of them, laying it flat against the ground and dusting it of any debris before ushering her atop of it. She lowers, the skirt of her dress fanning out around her and Harry lowers onto his knees, lying the handkerchief before them and unwrapping it, revealing not only lemon, but chocolate cake. Y/N squeals gleefully, reaching out to take one but he grabs her wrist and she startles, “Oh, I’m sorr--” she begins but he shakes her head.

“No need to apologize, I just wish to feed you by my hand, is all,” he murmurs, reaching out and plucking a piece of the chocolate cake off and holding it before her mouth, “Eat.” He orders carefully and Y/N opens her mouth, wrapping her lips around his fingers and pulling the cake into her mouth, “That’s a good girl.”

She visibly bristles at his words, chewing slowly, swallowing happily, “Thank you,” she smiles and when he presents her with more, she takes that into her mouth as well and Harry feels his cock throb in interest.

Harry licks over his mouth, “So, who was the chimney boy?”

Y/N’s brows raise like she was confused as to who he could be talking about but it clicks, “Oh, Oliver? He’s just my friend. . .well, I think he likes me, but I only like him as a friend really.”

He hums softly, nodding his head slow, “Was he the boy that bed you before? The one before you and I became intimate?”

She shakes her head shyly, “No, that was -- that was Noah. . .but I don’t like him much either.”

“All these boys after your hand,” he murmurs, feeding her some of the lemon cake and making sure to rub the icing over her plushy lips so she had to lick over them, “Why don’t you like them, Darling?”

She waits but a breath of a second before responding, “Because I like you best, my Lord.”

Harry feels his heart twist and jump happily and his cock twitch more, hardening steadily within his trousers, “Do these boys know that, hmm? That you like me best?” He’s leaning in closer and Y/N’s breathing stutters, looking all over his face and her eyes settling on his mouth.

Y/N nods assuringly, “I always speak highly of you. My favor towards you is quite clear.”

Harry brushes more icing over her mouth, “Is that so?” He leans in closer as she nods, capturing her lips within his own and smearing the sweet sugar glaze over his own mouth. She squeaks against him as his hand slips behind her head, pressing her closer to him. Harry moans against her, flickering his tongue against the seam of her lips and moaning once more when she parts easily for him. Y/N sighs happily, their tongues stroking and twisting against one another, and Harry reaches out towards her thigh. He slips his hand beneath it, tugging her over into his lap and flipping her skirt so that her panty covered crotch is pressed right against where he bulges.

Their kisses are followed by heavy petting on Harry’s part and sweet little ruts against him on her own; she’s always so ready for him. Even now he can feel the sheer, welcoming warmth of her through the fabric. Harry parts with a soft gasp when a particular grind of her hips strokes just right against the crown of his cock. “Oh Love,” his chest raises with a heavy breath, “You never cease to make my prick throb for you.” His heart too, but he keeps this to himself, though it does throb when she gives a sheepish smile.

“Thank you, my Lord. It makes me happy to make you feel good.”

“Yeah?” He reaches up to the bodice of her dress and begins to loosen it, “It makes me happy to spend this time with you. Do you like the time we spend together?” She nods, “Even if we aren’t touching each other in this way?” She nods, even firmer this time.

“Your company shows no bounds to the happiness it brings me.”

Harry grins, pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose, “If you got any sweeter you’d bring an ache to my teeth,” he murmurs and when she giggles, it washes over him warmly.

“May I -- “ she begins but pauses, biting down on the inside of her lip, but with a quite encouragement of go on from Harry she continues, “May I put you in my mouth? I’ve been wishing to for so long now and the thought of it makes me. . .makes me quite sticky between my thighs.”

“Well how could I say no to such a polite request?”

The light that washes over her face makes a small bit of precum leak from him; such joy to put him in her mouth, he’d never experienced anyone like her. She moves quickly, slipping from his lap and aiding him in pulling his trousers and boxers down. Unsheathing his cock, he’s so hard that it lies against the linen chemise he wore, but Y/N very carefully presses the fabric of the shirt up towards his chest. She sits back, her bum to her heels as she looks at him, swallowing thickly like her mouth might be watering.

“What are you doing, Love?” He questions her and when Y/N looks down in embarrassment, he takes her fingers between his chin and tilts her face up to look at him, “None of that, don’t be shy.”

“You’re just so. . .beautiful. In every way you are beautiful and I am overwhelmed.” Her hands are at the soft of his thigh, squeezing some and parting her lips for him to place his thumb between them. She suckles at it for a moment before he withdraws it.

“You are more beautiful than you know,” he tells her truthfully, “After I take care of you, I wish to pick your mind some more. We can lay out here for as long as you desire. Does that sound nice?”

She nods quickly as she lowers herself, “So nice, my Lord.” She takes his cock between her fingers, almost immediately placing opened mouth kisses up the smooth skin of his shaft. Her tongue pushes against him softly and it makes his toes squeeze and curl, as she hums. Harry watches as she lulls her tongue out of her mouth, dragging it along the thick vein, up from his balls to the head where he’s slick and sticky from precum. She suckles at him and Harry feels a groan rattle through his chest, “Fuck sake,” he twitches.

Y/N picks herself up some, letting some spit pool in her mouth and drool from her lips onto his cock and pulling her fist up and down his shaft, twisting it even and Harry feels his abdomen clench. He reaches down, thumbing around her cheek and she responds by opening her mouth, and engulfs him in the wet heat of it. She swirls her tongue around the head, tonguing at the slit until he shudders and goosebumps pimple up his bare skin. His hands burrows in her hair, guiding her lower onto him.

It’s when she creates a sucking pressure that he really cries out, his knees draw upward and split apart to further accommodate her. This way his balls are shown and Harry presumes Y/N notices this as well, because the hand not holding his cock still in her mouth goes to them, cupping them in her hand and squeezing gently, “Oh fuck me,” he whimpers and she slips from his cock, lips swollen and puffy, leaning down and suckling at the tender skin of his balls, full and heavy against her tongue, “Christ.”

“You taste so good,” she says, voice hushed and dripping lewdly. Y/N lulls her tongue up his shaft once more, tucking him back into her mouth and up against her cheek, sloppy and spitty as she sucks him back down. Harry truly can’t recall a time before Y/N, when someone would pamper his cock in such a way, and he doesn’t really want to remember a time where this wasn’t his reality.

It feels so terribly good that he has to stop her, sliding his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her up. Spit clings to her reddened lips, some down her chin, and Harry’s prick twitches hard, “You’re too good at that,” he hums, “You give me a hard time not cumming before I’ve even got a chance to pleasure you.”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” she responds, but goes with him as he guides her down to the comforter, lying her down and loosening her bodice the rest of the way “I would like to taste your seed again.”

He chuckles, “There will be plenty of time for that, my Love, but right now I wish for my face to be between these thighs,” he gives one leg a squeeze, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been able to greet my pussy, hasn’t it? I fear she may think I’m neglecting her.”

She shed her clothes, revealing soft underclothing that he’d purchased for her. Her underwear she had soaked right through, so much so that he could make out the outline of her petal like lips from beneath it. He sighs softly, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss against her covered slit, “Poor thing,” he looks up to her from beneath his lashes, “How long have you been like this?”

“Since. . .well, I’m shy to say,” she answers bashfully but he draws her underwear to the side, exposing her to the air and watching as she clenches and pulses around nothing.

“No need to be shy with me, you know that,” he hums, “Now be a good girl, and tell me how long.”

She shuffles, “As soon as I had seen you, my Lord. You just. . .you stir me all up inside and I’m not sure how to contain it. My body reacts so openly for you.”

He pushes a kiss to one lip, listening to the draw of air she takes to the back of her throat, before nestling his nose into her and breathing in deep, “If by openly you mean perfectly, then yes she does.” Harry leans in and drags his tongue from her slippery hole, up her slit but pausing just before her swollen button. He enjoys licking up to that point and drawing back to watch her pussy squeeze and pulse around the air. Finds great joy in it, actually, and reckons he’s never been more delighted to watch something.

Y/N very much is less joyful of the fact, twitching and frowning, a long drawn whine finally leaving her throat that makes him peek up at her again, “Please,” she whines softly, hips shuffling and Harry suppresses a giggle as he mocks a pout for her, “Please?”

“Oh, my sweet little thing,” he tuts his tongue, “If you don’t want me to tease you, you can’t sound so pretty when you beg.”

He does it a few more times, until her hips are bucking up in response to it, and on the fifth stroke up he finally takes the swollen button between his lips. Y/N moans loudly when he suckles on it, thighs twitching shut but he presses them far open as he tongues and laps at the sweet bud he’d ignored. Everytime he touches her or licks her, she reacts as if it’s the very first time and he can’t get enough of it. Loves how she comes undone by the most simple of strokes, whether they be from his tongue or fingers.

The noises that fill the air around them of the breeze rustling leaves and hum of birds, is drowned by the pitiful sounds leaving her throat and the sloppy, slurping noises of him feasting on her. The finest nectar of the thickest, sweetest berry bursting with ripe juices could be in no comparison to her. If he could spend eternity between her legs, he very well would, flickering and circling his tongue around her, tasting and cleaning up all that leaves her greedy hole. He even uses a few fingers to hold her lips apart, licking and sucking directly and the way she mewls for him is enough to fuel late night touches to his cock to get himself off.

Usually he’d make her cum like this, and fuck her while she’s sensitive and squeaky but he decides that he does enjoy teasing her far more than he technically should. So he draws away, licking up the rest of her juices off his lips and crawling upward. He gives a playful bite to the tip of her nipple, sucking harshly once just to make her gasp, before he paints the head of his stiff as stone cock up and down her slit. He nudges at her clit, circling it around and looking down between them to see how his precum and her juices are making things messy, clinging them together by sticky strings.

“Do you want me?” He questions and she nods quickly.

“Yes, please,” she responds, squeezing his bicep of the arm holding him up above her, and Harry takes a look down at the smooth skin covering her, dreaming of painting it with his cum.

“Hmm,” he hums, tilting his cock down and sliding into her, feeling as her walls stretch and give to his length -- her breathing stutters, legs immediately lifting to wrap around him but he draws out of her completely, “I don’t think you do though.” He ribs and his heart flops when her face twists into a shocked, little sad frown, “Are you sure you want me?”

“So desperately,” she tells him, “Please?”

Harry realigns himself and sinks back in, stroking against her slick walls, yet draws back out, “I’m not so sure I believe you.” He continues jesting, “You’re positive that you’re in need of my cock?”

“Please!”

He does this five times more and only stops when he sees tears well in her eyes, which threatens a bubble of guilt to drip into his chest as he sinks back in without questioning her, “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re being mean, my Lord, you know I want you” she Shessniffles, and the guilt does slip to him, but the way she still wiggles her hips down to get to him deeper lets him know she’s still into it and if anything, she’d gotten much wetter.

“I am being mean, aren’t I?” He leans forward, smearing their mouths together and swallowing the quiet little moan that leaves her, “I know you want me, Darling, I just enjoy hearing you say it aloud.” Harry begins rolling his hips into her deeply, making sure every stroke nudges against that special spot within her and she cries out the softest sound, that makes his insides boil, “Does that feel good?”

“So good, you feel so good,” she whimpers, and Harry bites into her shoulder as he appreciates the warmth of her walls clenching around him, “Oh, my Lord, I’m going to -- it feels so lovely, I might release very soon.”

Harry nods his head, releasing her shoulder and sucking a spot into her throat, “Please do,” he encourages, thrusting hard, feeling his balls thwack against her bum, “Oh, yes, yes, please do.”

Y/N cants her hips and Harry reaches his fingers down, rolling his fingers over her button and bringing her closer, “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs again and feels her pulsates from the pet name, “Squeeze me, sweet thing, squeeze me, squeeze me.” She’s cumming and she’s cumming hard, her thighs encircling him tight as Harry pulls her nipple into his mouth and suckles hard. Harry feels his own end coming rapidly, and he fucks into her harder, faster, dragging her orgasm far longer than it would have been otherwise.

Harry slips out of her, taking his cock in his hand and twisting his orgasm out of him, splattering against the smooth skin of her stomach and mottling it with white. She giggles, as he slumps over her, panting into her throat and when he drops all of his weight atop her playfully, she laughs some more. “My Lord!” She wiggles, “You are much too heavy!”

He chuckles as well, pushing himself up from where he had sprawled across her, feeling as the breeze brushes past their heated, sweaty skin. Carefully, he presses a kiss just below her eye, “Y/N?” He begins softly, petting her hair from her face.

“Yes?”

He breathes a gentle sigh.

“Call me Harry.”