The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

There he was saying all the probably right things again. But they hadn't done a lot of 'right things' tonight. At least in some minds. When he joined her, she watched the seas part (literally) and chuckled softly, massaging his shoulders for a moment, kissing their strong hold. "Awe, I'm sorry..." She grumbled, though half of her was certainly not sorry. Watching him wet the washcloth, he pulled her to him, situating herself upon his lap and began to wash her back. She could feel his member prob her a little, but she wanted this to be casual. She wouldn't provoke him unelss he asked for it. In a sense, he was most certainly right; they would have to take her back eventually or suspicion would rise. But she was almost positive she had an idea. She was 'mother's little' actress.

His hands smoothed along the curve of her back and the smaller curve of her rear to which her cheeks pinked. In just the pure nice feeling of it, she lifted her hands a little and rolled her head back, relaxing and touching his trust. "Thank you, Will," she allowed him to finish washing her clean, a soft, serene smile upon her lips. Her eyes seemed to be thinking in silence. When he finished, she took the same cloth and dipped it below, motioning for him to turn around. Carefully, she leaned up and forward a little, rubbing it along his shoulders and neck, allowing the warmth to soak in there. In answer to his question of seeing her again, she hadn't quite been so quick to respond. Now, she could.

"I'd like to, yes. And a tournament? I have seen quite a few displays and posters around the plaza of it. Do you.. fight? Why? For what profit? You already have me," she teased him slightly on the old days of winning the rich for the sake of fighting to the death. "I jest, Will. I understand if it is important to you. I will do whatever I can to be there. I shall be your, your... hmm.." She had to think on this and leaned in, resting her little chin upon his shoulder, kissing his damp beard. "I shall be your little angel."

From their bath, Will stepped out first and Lenia followed, unfortunately nearly slipping once wrapped up in her towel, pain in her thighs. Wincing, she turned away from him a moment and looked down. She actually... had a few little bruises along her inner thigh. They were little and lighter in color, a little yellow purple and lightly dotted. Her face dropped for just a moment before turning back to him and offering him a smile. It would hurt now and fade later. These marks would not be the reminder, her heart would. "Sorry, ah. When will the tournament begin? The major mentioned something about betting on Knights. It sounds a little dehumanizing, betting on 'people,' but I suppose you have a title you are proud of. No doubt I would have to present something to all the Knights. I am a public figure," she shrugged her shoulders a little bored and laughed softly, though it wasn't her usual charm. Smiling up at him, she leaned up for a kiss.

“I fight for glory and honor. To prove my strength as well as my kingdom’s. Few men die in the ring anymore, he officials grant us points so that kingdoms stop losing their best men.” William chuckled. Ah, women; they didn’t understand that it was not always about the money. Although, there was a massive prize at the end of this particular tournament that was being kept a secret. None of the knights knew what it was and neither did William.

Lenia’s hands on him were like magic. His tired muscles relaxing under her gentle touch. “I am glad that I will have you there. You will be my strength.” He would surely be a force to be reckoned with now that he would be fighting to impress Lenia. Even though she teased that he already had his prize, Will would gladly fight every man to assert himself as the best choice for her. “Perhaps we could sneak away and you could give me a kiss for good luck before my matches.” He said with a smile before giving her a tender kiss on the lips.

Will climbed out of the bathtub and dried off a bit before wrapping a towel around his lower half. He turned just in time to see Lenia slipping a bit and grimacing. He immediately pulled an arm around her, offering her support as they made their way into the bedroom.

“Betting on knights eh? I hope you decide to bet on me.” William grinned. Oh she was presenting something to all the knights? “Well…let me know if what you are presenting is a kiss. Because then I will be sure to fight that much harder so that no other man may claim these lips that are mine.” William leaned down, pressing their lips together in a slow, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her body firmly against his, savoring the feel of her curves against him.

So consumed in their passion, he didn’t even notice the sound of the door opening.

“Good morning Sir! Sorry I’m late but the other Squires and I were- OH MY GOD!” Charles gasped, jaw dropping as he walked in on his Master with a woman. But it wasn’t just –any- woman! It was the beautiful princess from last night!! “S-Sir! What’re you-…? Th-th-the P-p-princess!?!?!” Charles squeaked out the last word and immediately turned around, face flushed red at seeing a woman almost naked. Eep! The door. He should probably close the door. So he shut it before someone saw them…though now he was trapped in a room with his Master and a princess. Crap…he probably should’ve ran but he was so used to not leaving unless William dismissed him.

“I-I-I’m sorry m’lady…I didn’t mean to…I thought William was a-alone.” Charles stammered, eyes fixed to the wall, his teenage mind overloaded with what he had just walked in on. Was William mad?! He could be tried as a criminal for overstepping his boundaries as knight. He knew his Master would get lonely and bring home a courtesan some nights, but William had never slept with a woman where sex wasn’t her job. He had told Charles that that sort of thing was something special he was saving for the right woman. Was the Princess the right woman for William? He was so confused he didn’t know what to think!

“Charles! It’s not what it looks like!” With both of them wrapped up in towels, there were probably only so many things that it could possibly look like. Okay…so maybe it was –exactly- what it looked like. “Lenia and I were just…ah…I mean, the –Princess- and I were just…” Cough. He looked over at Lenia, eyes almost pleading for her to help. Should they tell Charles the truth? Should they try to make up some sort of elaborate lie? They had been playing with fire and were now finally caught…though at least they had been caught by someone who was ultimately more loyal to William than anyone else.

Lenia did nothing but promise to him that she'd do everything in her power to be there a little earlier, where she could meet him, in order to see him before. Lenia wasn't familar with the layout, but no doubt the royal escorts would be arriving much earlier than the public so she'd be able to scope out the area. Once back in the main room, she embraced the warm crackling of the fire nearby and went to it, rubbing her small shoulders if it hadn't been for William's passion for her. He was so very tempting like this in that towel.

Pressing her to him, she blushed at his words, moaning softly and closed her eyes, allowing his lips to melt upon her own. They way they fit so perfectly, so warmly was just so intriguing. Sighing, she reflexed her hands once from his shoulders, slowly tickling down to his hips until that damned door open. Her body immediately tensed when she heard the boyish voice call. When it did, she immediately pulled from William and blushed, turning away from Charles, awkwardly pulling her damp hair from over her shoulder, combing it through with the nearby comb.

Charles seemed to be in great shock and while William was trying to explain, he seemed to beckon for Lenia's help. Again, she turned back around and looked to Charles, eyes softening. Sighinng, she glanced to the floor. "Charles, before your knees give out, please, sit." And he did, though upon trembling legs. "If it's alright, can you allow me to change for just a moment." She went to grab her clothes from the small pile, ignoring the corset but took everything else. The naughty part of her pouted. She wanted to have William watch her roll her stockings up one by one.

Behind the bathroom door she changed back into her undergarments and then her red dress and eventually her cloak, coming back out and sitting on the now made bed. Hands upon her lap, she took a moment, being careful what she said. "It's true, Charles. I was here with your Knight. He's a very good man and he took care of me." Letting that sink in, she cleared her throat. "Hmm, Charles-- I'm going to call you Charlie, have you ever been lonely? Truly alone? I have. I don't... get to go outside. I don't get to leave my room until after ten and I can't leave it after eight. I'm being married to a man I don't love."

She let that sink in for everyone. Lowering her head, she forced a small smile. "It's very hard, you see. And when I came here to this little place, so many people were welcoming and loud, fun, helpful. Like you and even your big brute of a friend. And William. Your Knight, has been nothing, nothing but good to me. He's done his duty, he's done everything a princess has asked. So please, Charlie. I beg you not as a future queen but as a woman, let me have this night for my own. For us." She turned to William and offered him a shy smile, all of her words so very true. It was hard to just come out and say she loved him. She couldn't just make that declaration so soon. She barely knew William. But she was beginning to love him, and wanted to continue to admire and learn from him. And hopefully, continue to seep that pleasure and feel their bodies melt as one. Whether he was making love or fucking her raw, she wanted it from him.

Charles, bless him, had little tears in his eyes. He nodded fiercly, a hand over his heart. "Your secrets are always safe with me, princess!" Lenia beamed and sat up, reached over and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him. Fortunately for the young squire, right against her well rounded bossom that William had become so fond of. She hadn't meant to do it, but when she pulled back, he was in heaven, his eyes a little dazy. "Charlie, I think your nose is bleeding..." She went to reach for a tissue.

(OOC: Loved writing this post way too much. <3 )

William knew that she was surely betrothed to another man…but hearing her say it was an entirely new experience in pain. He felt his heart constrict, then drop down into the pit of his stomach where it seemed to boil in a sea of acid and disintegrate into nothing. He would never be able to keep her for his own… The fantasy they had so enjoyed last night was over; now all that was left was this acrid taste of heartbreak in his mouth. Well…it was no matter. He wouldn’t let it keep him down, they still had the entire week of the Tournament together, he wouldn’t waste their limited time by being stricken with grief.

But what would her soon to be husband say when he found out that she was no longer a virgin? Would he cast her away? The selfish part of William hoped so…but that wasn’t fair to Lenia. Hopefully the other man was so inept in his knowledge of the bedroom that he wouldn’t even notice Lenia’s missing barrier. What sort of man lets such a beautiful woman travel so far from home without him anyways?! While William would never keep Lenia as a caged bird, he certainly wouldn’t let her go so far from home without him.

The young knight was much better at hiding his sympathies than Charles was; the poor boy looked a though he would burst into tears. William himself couldn’t imagine what it must be like to not be free to come and go as he pleased. To be a prisoner in a grand castle and never get to go on adventures or see the countryside…what a dull existence indeed. Of course he was bound to go where he was dispatched…but he never had someone watching over his shoulder; how horrible it must be to be surrounded by guards in a castle all the time, to pass by so many people in your life but feel so horribly alone as Lenia did. William had friends in many towns and always had Charles by his side…but on nights when he was in a town, surrounded by men who had wives and children, he found himself envious of that sort of life and feeling terribly alone, just as Lenia did.

“Oh!” It appeared that all the excitement of the morning had given the young squire a rush of blood to the head and now his nose was bleeding. Charles immediately moved a hand to cover his nose and accepted the tissue gratefully, trying as gracefully as he could to stop the bleeding. The boy had to admit…it was nice to have a woman to fuss over him. He missed his parents often and while the princess wasn’t old enough to be his mother, it warmed his heart to have that gentle, feminine touch.

William was suddenly aware that he was the only one in this room that was still very, very naked; clad in only a towel and the necklace Lenia had given him. They had much to do today, so he should really start to get dressed. While Lenia was helping Charles with his bloody nose, William began to tug on his under clothes and then started to put as much of his armor on as he could on his own. He loved the weight of his chainmail and dragon hide…there was just something so reassuring about the pressure on his muscles.

“Charles, be a good lad and help me into my plate. Then how about we all grab a quick breakfast? Are the horses already saddled up?” Charles nodded eagerly. Breakfast? Thank goodness, he was starving!

“Excellent!” William smiled approvingly. Charles really was an amazing squire to already have gotten the horses ready on his own. Today’s part of the tournament revolved around the ability to do battle while atop a horse. Shooting targets while riding, showing off riding skills, all challenges would finally culminate in a jousting match in the late afternoon that would start today and continue tomorrow.

Although William could get into his armor on his own if he needed to, the entire process went by much faster with two sets of hands to tighten the leather straps and square up sections of the heavy plate armor he wore on his leading side. He’d have to put on another piece for his other side and a helmet when he went into the joust, but for now, walking around town and escorting Lenia back to the mayor’s house, this should be enough.

“Charles…how about you rush downstairs and get us a table, and order us some food?” Sensing that his Master wanted to be left alone with Lenia to say goodbye properly, Charles nodded and then scampered out of the room. Once the door shut behind the boy, William turned back to face Lenia, smiling at her warmly.

“The boy will miss your company today almost as much as I will…” William stepped closer to her, pulling Lenia towards him with his unarmored hand, trying his best not to brush her against the more jagged parts of his plate armor. He leaned down, stealing a kiss from her before they had to pretend to be nothing more to one another than a chivalrous knight and a prim and proper princess. “I hope you will come back to me again tonight. Our bed will feel awfully big without you hogging all the covers.” The young knight grinned as he teased, trying to turn their day into something more pleasantly light.


(OOC: Was a great read as usual ^^ I love Lenia's character and making Charles into a doof.)

"It's alright, Charlie. breathe through your mouth and pinch your nose," she smiled lightly, eyes closed and fanned him a little, helping to tilt back his head. When the bleeding had eventually stopped, she patted his back lightly and showed him where the trash was being stored before turning back to William. He was about halfway in his armor as Lenia watched with big eyes, Charles helping William into the rest. What a process! She was fascinated. But it must have been terribly heavy, how could William stand it? Knowing him, he probably enjoyed the feeling. Smiling back up at him, she slowly rose and moved to him as Charles excused himself to find a seat for breakfast.

She tried to situate herself as best as she could in his arms, being mindful of his armor and not wanting to touch or poke where she wasn't suppose to. He looked like a Knight again and she was starting to feel proper once more. Tilting her chin up, she returned his quick kiss and blushed slightly at his words, bowing her head in shyness. "I shall take it as a compliment," and with that, she leaned upon her toes to touch the side of his face and kiss him one final time like she meant it. God, she didn't want to stop. But they had to. At least for now. Maybe... just a little while. Exhaling, the young woman offered him a smile as he escorted her out of the room and made their way downstairs to breakfast.

It smelled absolutely delicious, and Lenia immediately went for the table Charles had pulled up for them. All the food looked fresh and mixed on the plate, nothing accounted for, but everything surely paid for for this little breakfast buffet of theirs. "Wonderful," she whispered and went to place her napkin upon her lap but noticed that it wasn't really the place for that sort of behavior and just decided to dig in. At breakfast she found herself smiling, laughing quite loudly and finding that her hand would often move to his leg beneath the table, just to remind him that she simply couldn't stop thinking of him.

There seemed to be a commotion going on outside however when someone shouted, "ROYALS!" and Lenia immediately put down her fork and turned to Charles and to William. She leaned over the smaller boy and whispered, "Both of you, please follow my lead." And with that, she exited the tavern the back way and hurried around, lifting her cloak to not cause too much suspicion before spotting Rickkard, the king's consort and a small patch of guards. Lenia also noticed one of her lady's maids with him. She gasped. "Princess!" Spotting her dear friend a good distance away. Lenia mustered the courage to play the part and thought of something terrible. She thought of never seeing William again after this moment and tears sprang to her eyes. She ran from the two men behind her and into her friends arms, Rickkard close at hand, the guards surrounding the area.

"Miss, what happened? What's happened," Rickkard demanded and moved to see William and Charles who appeared closest to her once before. "You two!" He declared and the guards moved to point their spears and swords in their direction. Lenia immediately called out for them to halt any action against them.

"Stop! Haven't you ever seen a Knight before? These men hadn't done anything wrong. Rickkard, these men saved me! I got lost last night, only curious and when caught alone in the plaza, these kind gentlemen took me in for the night and allowed me a quiet room to rest my head. Only now were they ready to escort me back. They should be holding the highest honor here!"

By now, the little scene was starting to attract attention and Lenia lowered her face into her lady's maid's, neck once more and cried softly, dramatically, utter fakery. The older woman patted her back and asked that the guards escort the ladies back to the mayor's large estate for the time being while Rickkard and two of his own guard handled the situation here. Lenia looked over her shoulder, tears still fresh on her cheeks, to William and offered him a sad, but sincere smile, lifting the hood above her face to not attract further attention. And she was gone.

Rickkard noticed his look and cleared his throat. "I do not doubt the princess' words. State your name Knight and boy and you shall have anything your heart desires. Tell me, now. I shall write it or send it in heaps of gold for securing our beloved princess' utmost safety."

William instinctively put a hand on his broadsword as spears were drawn at him. Obviously if they wanted him to go, he wasn’t about to go quietly; if they wanted to take him as a prisoner, he was going to give them a reason to do so. Already he thought the small man that was barking orders was an idiot, so focused on his tunnel vision of two men near the Princess that he immediately assumed that they were up to no good; even though William obviously was a knight and Charles was dressed in an overcoat that sported the colors of Berges. If the nobleman had actually bothered to really –look- at the pair he would’ve immediately known that both men were here for the Tournament.

Thankfully, Lenia’s voice caused the guards to lower their weapons before the situation escalated any further. Though seeing Lenia with a tear streaked face made him want to rush over, hold her, kiss all of her tears away and tell her everything would be alright. But he knew he couldn’t…it would be too foolish of him and get them both in a lot of trouble. He was both relieved and saddened to see her go, unable to take any more of these torturous roles that they were bound by any longer. He managed a small smile back at her before his attention was dragged over to the small nobleman asking his name.

“Sir William Marshal, and my Squire, Charles Dubois.” Anything he desired for a reward? What is heart desired was to have Lenia back in his arms….nothing else would do. “I do not wish for anything m’lord. I was simply doing my duty for a lady in distress. Good day to you sir. I advise you to watch over her better.” William bowed graciously and rather than wait for this small man to dismiss him, he turned his back and began to head towards the inn to finish his breakfast.

“Surely you wish for some sort of reward.” Rickkard called after him. Who on earth does good deeds just for the sake of doing good deeds?! For whatever reason, he felt as though if this knight refused his reward, he himself would look like a lesser man. Perhaps he could appeal to William’s sense of male camaraderie. “I insist! I cannot allow you to leave without one. Besides saving our beloved Princess, you have surely saved my naïve bride from the clutches of less chivalrous men. Allow me to thank you on behalf of myself, if not on behalf of our kingdom.”

William spun around, sizing up the other man. -This- was her betrothed?! This man that William was pretty sure that he could snap in half? This man that surely didn’t even now how to hold a sword?! He was barely a man at all, he wore -stockings- for God’s sake!! Granted, it was fashionable for noblemen to wear stockings with their breeches…but still!

“It was reward enough to know that we had ensured a young maiden’s safety. Now…if you will excuse us, my squire and I do not want to be late for the Tournament.” William gave another short bow. There, now maybe the nobleman would leave him alone. Then he headed back to the Inn with Charles to finish their breakfast, gather up the horses, and retreat to the large arena where the tournament was being held.

“Sir, why didn’t you take the reward?” Charles looked over at William curiously as they entered the stables to drop off the horses. His Master had been very quiet during breakfast and their ride over to where the Tournament was being held. He understood that they weren’t poor. William had even bought him his own horse to celebrate his promotion from Page to Squire! But they weren’t exactly wealthy either.

“One day Charles, when you are in love, you will understand.” William smiled sadly before clapping his squire on the shoulder. “Come on…let’s get you saddled up. I’m sure they will want the Squires to show off their skill set first.” The first few hours of the tournaments could be on the boring side. The Squires competed against one another to show off what they had learned in their lessons. It was a way for people to gauge which knights they wanted to bet on later. Surely a knight with an impressive apprentice would have impressive skills himself.

Hopefully Charles would do fine…he knew the boy was shy and could get nervous when people were watching him but during their private lessons Charles was good with a sword and amazing with a bow. William decided to stay in the stables. They connected to the arena and he could watch Charles from here. The stalls would also provide a more secluded place incase Lenia wanted to come down under the guise of wanting to pet the horses or some other silly excuse.

Being taken back to the Mayor's house was strangely a relief but also a warning for her. Her mother would be furious back at home. Thankfully she had not accompanied this trip, only Rickkard. Taking a deep breath, she thanked her lady's maid, Rebecca, and asked for just a moment or two alone in order to recuperate after her little adventures. Becca tried to prob something out of the young princess but could not get anything as she hurried up the steps to her staying room and closed the door behind her. Pressing her forehead against the cool door, she pictured William's face in her mind, the way his hands gripped her hips in both a loving and then animistic way. How it made her burn and fear with the passionate yet to come. How he made her crumble and tremble as if he were the king and she the page.

Touching her body, she was growing quite warm and managed to strip herself of her clothes quickly, pushing them down the laundry shoot and slipping into a fresh pair and into something more regal. When Becca came in with a corset, Lenia put her hands upon her small but well pronounced hips. "Oh, no. Not any more. From now on, no more corsets. Yes, you heard me. No more. I want something natural." Becca tilted her head and carefully sat upon the bed.

"Why bring about such change, my lady?"

"Well... as a future Queen, I think it would be best to start such trends, don't you think? I know I am not the only woman who hates those restricting, repulsive things. And if I wear it... let it be used for temptation alone. Not hidden." She knew who she had in mind when Becca's cheeks buzzed in warmth and Lenia shyly looked down for a brief moment, her confidence sweeping her away. Funny what a good man in bed did to her. Fixing her posture, she began to draw out custome designs for the dresser for the day. "I want gold and white. Pretty, simple."

"For what mi'lady?"

"For the tournament of course."

"Ah, yes. Oh, you already knew?"

"Yes. But what will I be presenting to the Knights?"

"I believe, Sir Alaric, the owner of this business, left it up to you."

Lenia nodded her head, taking thought on this and smiled. "And what is the prize?" The older woman shrugged her shoulders, drawing the design of the dress to be made within hours. Once the two finished gossiping a little and chit chatting, Lenia reclined in her chair and offered a big sigh of relief. What a day it had become. Soon, once her dress was made, she would have to gussy up for the event. In a sense she wanted to, in another sense, she wanted to simple sneak away. How could she? Where could she? She'd have to be smart in order to find a time to meet William. She'd have to watch him carefully in order to play out what he meant. Maybe if he kissed her necklace... he'd want to kiss her. Maybe if he looked a certain way in a certain direction, he wanted her to be there. She'd have to be always at the ready.

With these thoughts in mind, she went to wash and pamper her face for tonight, not applying any makeup except for a little blush and waiting for her dress, killing the time with a book. Rickkard appeared along with her new dress to which she beamed. "It's beautiful. Becca, tell the seamstress thank you." Once Rebecca left, she turned to Rickkard to grabbed at her face and kissed her. Pulling back gently, she smoothed her gown and thanked Rickkard for coming to her aid this morning. "Princess, never leave like that again. You nearly caused a heart attack among the people. Mine, too. And can you believe it, that Knight was from Berges, too?"

Lenia blinked twice. Too? She had never really asked Rickkard, this being her second 'physical' encounter with him. They had been betrothed since she was fourteen. "You're from Berges?"

"Yes, my dove. My uncle serves as ruler for now and sort of kept me in the dark due to my marriage here to you someday. And that I am his only male heir for this generation."

That certainly put many issues into perspective. Lenia bit her tongue and nodded politely, allowing him to ravish her neckline in a sloppy manner before leaving her to change for the tournament. She had gone to the garden to gather roses and colored them herself, making the certain amount of numbers and making sure the red rose was for her one Knight.

To say Charles was nervous would be a massive understatement. With a crowd watching him, and villagers from Berges here to show their support and cheering anyone coming out of the gate with their colors on, he thought he was going to vomit. No…he couldn’t vomit. Squires don’t vomit. Maybe…pass out? Then die of embarrassment? No! Squires are brave, they fight for the honor of their country and on behalf of the knight they apprenticed under. He couldn’t make William or Berges into laughingstocks. Not when William’s odds of winning the tournament appeared so high after yesterday’s swordsmanship trials. His Master had tried and trained so hard, they both had trained so hard…he needed to at least try to be brave.

“Come on Charles! You can do it lad! Just like we practiced!” William roared, praying to God that Charles at least just stayed on his horse; it was a long way down if he didn’t. The massive chestnut colored stallion looked far too big for the young man…but Charles was still growing, he’d look less ridiculous on the steed in a year or two. The boy nodded at him, still pale with a nervous sweat gathering at his brow. Already bookies were adjusting the odds for William. How could a knight with such a scrawny, sickly looking Squire be any good?

As the bell rang for the start of his round, Charles grabbed his bow and spurred his horse onward to show off his mounted archery skills. The first target he missed, the second one he missed as well as he tried to take two shots at the first. Learn from failure and keep moving forward. William’s voice rang through his head.

Okay…no more taking second shots, get it right the first time. It’s just like practice. There’s no one here but me, William and the targets.

His little pep talk seemed to help steady his hand. The next series of volleys hitting their marks true. The final targets required his sword. Great big melons that were on stands that he needed to sever in half with his blade. The crowd gasped as he went to get the lowest target that was fairly close to the ground. He made the hit but he slipped off his horse and nearly fell to the ground, and would surely be dragged by the horse with his foot caught in the stirrup. He quickly dropped his sword and hung onto the saddle horn for dear life. He didn’t cry out, he didn’t scream in terror, he just held on as the animal charged around the arena until stablehands caught it and helped him down.

“Sir! I did it ! Did you see that?!” Charles ran up to William the moment he was freed from the stirrup, already forgetting about his sword and his steed in his excitement to tell his Master everything.

“Yes you did amazingly Charles!” William chuckled and ruffled the boy’s hair. “I am very proud of you. I think I will get you your very own flagon of honey mead tonight to celebrate.”

“Really William?! Gosh, thanks!” Charles beamed. Then he smiled sheepishly when one of the stablehands came up to him with his horse and the sword he had dropped. Charles muttered his thanks.

“Always remember your sword boy.” William chided gently and patted Charles on the back. Then both men made their way into the stables to suit William up in a proper suit of armor for the jousting tournament. All he had to do was make it through his bracket and then he’d be eligible to compete tomorrow when the best knights faced off for the number one spot.

Putting on his heavy armor was a process. So many straps and pieces and by the time all the plate was on him, William felt like a fat, clumsy oaf. So much armor protected him, of course, but also inhibited his movements. With it he would be unable to have the same finesse he had when he wore much less armor. Though…how much moving could he possibly doing with a lance tucked under his arm while riding a horse in a straight line? The battleworn armor made the young knight look incredibly intimidating despite his kind eyes and handsome face. Many knights had their armors shined and gleaming for the tournament, but not William. He liked the reminder that he was but a simple man and not a noble lord. Besides, every ding and scratch on the plate had been earned, it would be a shame to buff and hammer them out.

Before donning his helmet, he poked his head out from the stables, hoping that he could see Lenia before he resigned himself to being a giant grey tin can on a dark bay horse that sported the colors of Berges.

Lenia's gown was perfect. She was quite pleased with the hints of greenish teal, a color she seemed to enjoy as they speckled her tiara with it placing it upon her head. Instead of putting her hair up in a harsh, typical bun, she kept it down and played with the ends until they were fluffy and slightly curled. Smiling to herself, she touched her hips, enoying the firm fabric pressed against her bare skin without the help of a corset. Her natural figure was plenty enough.

Fixing her gloves, she hurried downstairs quickly, hustling the ends of her gown and holding onto a black package of some sort. She entered the carriage with Rickkard who kissed her hand and told her how lovely she had looked and closed the door behind her. Sighing, she touched the emptiness at her neckline. Was he thinking of her? God, she missed his touch already. It was so strange, but she almost wanted him to take her like this, gown and everything, princess and all. How extreme and naughty would -that- be of her? Cheeks red, Rickkard noticed, asking, "You alright, dove?"

"Of course, Rickkard. Just a little under the weather I suppose. Changes in season."

He nodded slowly and signaled a hand for the carriage to go as did their escorts, many as their were. When they arrived at the tournament grounds, Lenia all but pressed her nose against the glass, grinning. It was incredible. This would be her first tournament now that she was of age. And she was here with great purpose. With Rickkard's small hand, she thanked him for helping her down and he immediately tagged a hand to her waist and escorted her around the stables.

It was brief, but for a moment, she spotted a face she couldn't miss for the world. Her whole lovely face lit up and she bit her lip to keep from smiling too big and shyly ducked her head when Rickkard pulled her along and engaged her in the stupidest of conversations. Gripping her head, she mentally sighed and wished and prayed in her heart that William would do well, and, of course, be safe.

They took their seats in an elevated rising seating, the young princess in the center o course, the mayor to her left, Rickkard to her right. They cheered when they saw her, the rumors of her beauty true. Her kingdom, at this time was the strongest, especially due to their navel base and was rich in trade gaining them wealth in their people. They were allied with many and enemies of few. Waving a hand politely but in a demur fashion, she carefully sat down and placed the package upon her lap, waiting for the knights to enter on their horses. It took a little while and Lenia politely waved to a few noble women entering as they wished her good evening.

Once the knights entered, Lenia immediately perked up and a hush seemed to disperse amongst the crowd. Lenia rose when all was silent, lifting the ends of her gown with an elegant finger or two. "Good evening, gentlemen. It is an honor to be here as a guest. I wish you all the best of luck. A token of my appreciation and my sincerity whether it has been toward my kingdom or your own," she emphasized the words looking to the knight she knew immediately, and asked that each knight approach her a she knelt forward and handed each a rose. All different colors, beautiful crafted. When it was William's turn, his was not colored at all. It was simple, naturally a red rose. Lenia dared to lean down just a pinch further to show him how her bosom, slightly constricted, ached for his touch, but pulled away just as quickly. "Though there is a prize for this contest, I personally shall be distributing a prize of my own. A treat at the mayor's home, his guest suite to be dinned and slept in for the winner of this contest. Thank you all. Be safe." The crowd roared much to the ringing of her ears as she politely waved and then sat, giving a sigh of relief that only few may catch. Phew, thank goodness that's over.

A flash of bright white caught his eye and he turned, jaw dropping just the slightest bit as he caught sight of Lenia. The white dress looked absolutely beautiful on her; William couldn’t help but stare. His dark eyes drank in the way the cut of the dress accentuated her already mouthwatering bosom and showed off the lovely, feminine flare of her hips and rear. What he wouldn’t give to rush over to her and steal her away from Rickkard this very moment. What on earth was she wearing underneath that lovely dress? Please Lord let it be something white and lacey that he could tear off with his hands and teeth and not another damned corset he had to fumble with like a fool.

“Uh…Sir? You’re staring.” Charles muttered under his breath and nudged him, dragging William out of his musings about what Lenia had on underneath her dress.

“Oh. Ahem. Ah…thank you, Charles. Right then…let’s go line up for the procession.” Looking a little sheepish, he tried to shake it off and clambered onto his steed. He tossed the reigns down to Charles who guided the horse and held William’s shield for him. It was a large, heavy metal thing with a dragon painted on the face of it, making it known that the shield itself was imbued with a fire resistant metal, and that it’s owner had the right to call himself a Dragon Slayer.

Twenty knights in a vast arrangement of colors and designs of armor rode up towards the elevated stands. When their squires stopped them infront of the Princess and the mayor, all the knights dismounted their horses and took off their helmets to show respect to the Princess before she began to speak. William was impressed with how she could contain her nerves and speak before such a massive crowd. Giving orders to a band of soldiers was one thing…speaking infront of a crowd of civilians was terrifying. William could never have the same bravery infront of a crowd that Lenia did.

When Lenia began to hand out roses, William was curious as to what Lenia would give him. Something fine? Something ostentatious?The rose he received as absolutely perfect and he gave Lenia a kind smile for so thoughtfully leaving it simple yet elegant for him, it was even one of the colors of his country's flag! When she leaned forward to give him the rose, his heart began to pound even faster as he was graced with a tantalizing view of her heaving bosom. He wanted to rip her dress in two and bury his face between those glorious mounds. His naughty little minx of a lover was making it very hard for him to not get caught staring.

Once dismissed and the games began, the real fun started. Every knight seemed eager to get to have dinner with a beautiful princess in the mayor’s mansion. Each round seemed to become more and more violent as the day wore on. The worst match up by far had been the 6th, where a knight from Argis had been knocked from his horse and was dragged for almost one hundred feet by his spooked steed; his large boot had gotten caught in the stirrup and he was unable to free himself. His helmet had fallen off in all the dragging and he bounced around like a ragdoll as his horse galloped along. The poor man was a horribly bloody mess when his steed was finally caught; which made several women in the stands feint. He was fine of course, except for a concussion and all the blood; it was just a wonder that the human skull became covered with a sea of red when injured.

“The last round of the day will be Thomas Cobbler of Dunstable versus William Marshal of Berges!” The official cried out as both riders took their positions at opposite ends of the arena. If William could win this match, he’d have the highest point total of any knight and be the winner of the day. And he entirely planned on winning this match! All he wanted to do was spend a night in the presence of Lenia once more. He could feel the necklace she had given him pressing lightly against his skin under his shirt and remembered how her hands had felt when brushing against the back of his neck to put it on him; it made him crave her touch so much more.

“Dragonslayer! Dragonslayer!” The crowd in red and black began to chant. William blushed under his helmet, thank goodness he was wearing one. He didn’t like the attention. Many people in Berges had heard of Sir William Marshal and the tales of his battles with bandits, dragons and other exotic creatures. One of the few men to ever slay a dragon without an entire platoon of soldiers serving under him, William had become a very impressive knight indeed for someone so young.

The bell rang with a resounding CLANG! to initiate the start of the round. William, in red and black, charged forward towards Thomas who was in green and silver. William cut his horse outwards, then back in just a touch. The slight maneuver caused his opponent’s lance to graze off his shield. William’s own lance to connected with the other knight’s chest.

The lance shattered, exploding into splinters with such force that it knocked the green knight off his horse. Forcing a knight off his steed gave William enough points so that he was today’s lead. He grinned under his helmet, raising his shattered lance in victory as the crowd cheered and clapped for him. But he barely heard them, he had maneuvered his horse around to face Lenia, his dark eyes trying to meet hers through the slit in his helmet.

Be as it was, her first tournament was quite successful. She found it thrilling, watching with anxiety and anticipation when the brave knights before her joust. It seemed they were going the extra mile and she wondered why, perhaps thinking it was because of the crowd and sold out seatings for the day. Lenia flinched slightly, stopping to fan herself whn the poor knight from Argis was being dragged like a bloody mess away from the poles as Rickkard, at her side, drink and happy, laughed. "Look at the mess of a man!"

"That man represents and fights for your future kingdom."

"But he's a fool, no less!" Was Rickkard's only drunk reply as he offered the wine to her. She politely declined and watched as his eyes followed the slender necks and bosoms of the noble ladies down to her left. Pathetic. She fanned herself harder in fustration and in anticipation when it was William's turn again, she oftne got this way when it was. The match seemed to be the turning point of who would be victorious. "Come on," she whispered, leaning a little forward in her seat and waited as patiently as she could allow.

Finally, the horses were off and Lenia kept her eyes open, forcing them not to blink. With the loud clash! that followed, Lenia released the pent up breath she held. Beyond the buzzing of the crowd, she was just relieved William wasn't hurt. Damn, he really was quite good. Perhaps he would become a great hero someday. She would like to be there to see it one day, possibly without a crown. With his popularity spiking in numbers, she watched as he seemed to ignore them, turning his position around to face her. She broke into a grin and began to clap as politely as she could and turned to one of her escorts, requesting that, for his prize, Sir William of Berges would meet her in the stables so that she may reward him properly. The escort saw nothing wrong with the winner receiving his reward, nodded, and hurried off to send word to his squire.

Sitting back down, she turned to find Rickkard gone. Furrowing her brow, her lips turned upside down and she looked the other way. "Honestly," she grumbled and went to stand, looking for him before giving up when she noticed him with two women on either side of his arms. Fine. If the future 'king' was to steal kisses, why couldn't she? William had taken something far more precious and not soon enough. She needed, wanted, craved more from her new knight. Ignoring any more calls, she lifted the ends of her gown and shimmed her way over to the stables, trying to be sneaky in her attempts to hide. It was hard being in white, wearing a crown, being the princess and all, but she managed.

"A coin if you don't mind me to pet the horses, stable boy."

"N-Not at all, your majesty. Would be my honor." She thanked him and slipped him the coin as he hurried to the front of the doors and went to check it's proof and admire the princess' gratitude. She stepped in, hearing the horses nay and huff at her, her eyes wandering and admiring their strong beauty. "Someday I hope to be as bold," she whispered and reached up, stroking the neck of one of the mares. After a little while- she had lost track of time - a hand came to her. She gasped, nearly jumped off the hay floor if not for William's strong embrace. She reached up, enveloping herself within it and leaned up, kissing him passionately, closing her eyes. "Oh, Will.." She kissed him once, twice, three times and a final time after, whispering congratulations to him, stroking the side of his face with light, cool fingers.

"I can't stay long, but you'll come tonight to the house, yes? I ache for you... everywhere..."

William was right in the middle of stripping out of his armor when Lenia’s escort arrived to tell him to meet her in the stables. Of course in his giddiness to meet her, it ended up taking even longer to get out of the armor and he just about ripped several of the confounding leather straps. Finally down to his arming jacket and leather pants, he rushed to the stables to meet her. Lenia looked even more lovely now that she no longer had that pathetic man of a betrothed holding her hand. William felt a twinge of guilt for stealing something away that did not belong to him. But…Lenia was a woman: not a prize, not a possession. If left to make her own choices, she would have chosen him and not the pompous nobleman she was betrothed to. Just that thought made the guilt more bearable and he snuck up behind her, gently wrapping an arm around her. He chuckled a bit as she jumped. “You must practice constant vigilance my dear, otherwise I will just keep sneaking up on you and scarin-“ his words were cut off as she captured his lips in eager kisses, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he returned them.

Smelling of sandalwood and metal, with every bit of his skin dirty and sweaty, William was trying his best to not to ruin her white dress. But her hands on his face…so cool and gentle, he ended up tugging her closer to him all the same. He loved the way she felt against him and the way his hands could so comfortably rest on her lower back whenever he wrapped her in a strong embrace.

“I will gladly soothe any ache you have m’lady…” William murmured softly into her ear as he held her. He gave her earlobe a tiny little nip before kissing lovingly down her jaw and delicate throat. Lower he went, along her clavicle and down the centerline of her chest until his questing mouth finally found fabric. William caught the neckline of her gown in his teeth, grinning up at her and giving a playful tug and a growl before he released the fabric and moved to kiss her lips once more. He was so tempted to toss her into a haystack and have his way with her…to relieve at least some of the aching need they both fell for one another. But he knew her presence would be surely missed if he did so.

“I will of course be at dinner as soon as I am washed up and dressed. I must properly thank you for your token after all…and the strength you gave me to win my match.” He definitely looked like a very tired man at the moment. There was no doubt in his mind that if he hadn’t been so focused on winning a dinner date with the Princess, he never would have had the energy to fight properly. Perhaps a short nap would be in order before he went to her tonight, something to help boost his strength for their night of passion.

“You should go though…before you tempt me further and then we will never get anywhere.” Well…perhaps they’d get somewhere, but that somewhere might be the nearest haystack in an empty horses’ stall and that was certainly no place for a lady. Will kissed the tip of her nose lightly, before giving her a more proper, deep and passionate kiss goodbye on her silken lips. He did not pull away until his lungs began to burn and when they parted, he was panting, a tad flushed, and his dark eyes revealed the animal side of him that he fought so hard to repress and be every bit the chivalrous knight. But this woman brought that side out in him…never had he wanted to claim someone so badly for his own before.

Oh, he was so wonderful. She didn't care one bit if he dirtied her dress. She would have it cleaned the next morning should it happen, claiming that she was always such a clumsy girl when walking. His words caused a faint moan to pass between parted lips, eyelashes a flutter as he sighed when he kissed along her jaw and neckline, making his was further down until his mouth kissed the fabric. "W-Will," she begged him, blushing as he caught the fabric between grinning teeth and tugged as she turned her head away, trying to swat him away, knowing if he ripped her gown they'd both be in big trouble! But he had declined as expected and leaned back up to kiss her instead, much to her joy.

With a smile, she pecked him a final time when he added that he'd be at dinner as soon as he could. "There's still plenty of time. Please do not rush," she added, noticing the way his shoulders slumped a little forward. It wasn't easy going from the field back to her then the bedroom. Or was it? Surely Lenia would need a break. Kisses later, she nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck. She should go, yes. Eventually. Sighing in defeat, she looked back to him and closed her eyes as he kissed her nose. Giggling, she wrinkled her nose and brought her hands up around his neck, kissing him goodbye in the same passionate manner she could withhold. She was getting better at this kissing business, hoping it was as enjoyable for Will as it was for her.

When he pulled back, she gulped in air, red in the face as well, looking back up at him. Uh oh; he had that look in his eyes again. A shiver of fear and excitement ran down her spine. Scream for me. God, she could have done it right now. She knew she had what it took to push him over the edge, he knew it too. But it would be a cruel trick of fate for the both of them should they cut that silver thread. With more gentle kisses, she finally released herself from his hold and took a few steps back and placing a hand over her heart. "You are here."

And with that, she lifted the ends of her dress and hurried out. Charles could be heard calling for William in the other direction. When Lenia returned to her fiancé, he was waiting by the coach, asking her where she had been. "I was congratulating Sir William. You should have as well. He represents your home."

"Berges is nothing but a little shit hole."

"Rickkard, that isn't right to say. You shouldn't speak such ways." Lenia narrowed her eyes. For now, there was one royal above Rickkard and it was Lenia. He was going to have to watch what he said. Her betrothed cleared his throat and waved a hand, escorting her quickly into the carriage and giving her rear a smack. "You look divine!" He called to which Lenia flustered pink in frustration and hid her face, embarrassed. He could be so crude sometimes. But if William did it... her thoughts went adrift and she was already feeling much better. But William was more of a man that Rickkard would have ever hoped to be, this was for sure.

Back at the mayor's estate, he asked Lenia for tea and also inquired if she liked the village. The woman beamed and among her apologies of misbehaving the night before, how much she enjoyed the friendliness of the people and the fresh foods and open spaces. "It reminds me of home," she added in a sense, feeling a little homesick when she really thought about it. One thing this area lacked was Argis' thirst for the sea. It's docks and fisherman's markets were certainly a sight to see. The afternoon had passed and late evening was upon them. Lenia wondered when William would arrive but wouldn't be impatient. He would be occupying the grand suite guest bedroom opposite end and up a floor from where the royals stayed. Lenia would have to start planning the night and what she'd be wearing. Pondering this, she began to think, idly tapping her wine glass with pointed fingers.

William sighed softly as he watched her go. He hated the thought of her betrothed touching her…Lenia deserved a much better man than that. Hell, she deserved a much better man than Will; but he only felt that way because he lacked any sort of royal lineage and hardly owned any land to be a suitable match for a Princess. He had a small farm in the countryside in Berges that some friends took care of for him, but that was not remotely close to any sort of castle. He didn’t even have any sort of family: unless the Knight Commander counted. The older man had found a 5 year old William hiding in the stables of a sacked village on the outskirts of Berges and had taken pity on the boy and adopted him. Berges was a very dangerous place indeed, with Barbarians to the West and Dragons in the mountains to the north, it was little surprise that the small kingdom had almost as many knights and soldiers as lands that were twice its size.

So yes…Berges was kind of a shit hole. But if a man ever insulted William’s country to his face, he’d punch the idiot right in the nose.

“So…you’re going to have dinner with the Princess, right Sir?” Charles piped up from behind him, causing William to turn around and face him.

“Yes Charles.” William thought for a moment. “Agh! I forgot I said I was going to buy you a drink. I owe you a drink m’boy.” William smiled a bit before digging into his pouch and giving Charles a couple of gold coins. “But perhaps you should spend time with the other Squires tonight, I’m sure you will all want to recount tales of your exploits.”

“Thank you Sir!” Charles grinned broadly. He could surely treat some of his friends to some ale with this much money! And get himself something good to eat.

“Not a problem. Can you tend to the horses on your own and come wake me when you are done? I am going to rest before my dinner.” Charles happily agreed and bounded off, leaving William to head back towards the inn. When William got back to his room, it appeared as though one of the maids had been so kind as to draw a bath for him already. He was so tired that the moment he got into the warm water and laid his head back on the edge of the tub, he immediately fell asleep. It wasn’t until about sunset that Charles came in, calling for him to help him get ready. Ah good, an hour long nap. With a yawn and a stretch, he got up to get dressed.

With the aid of Charles who shined his buttons and his boots, much to William’s protests that he could do it himself, the young knight was looking handsome as ever. Dressed in a finely crafted, black leather jerkin with a red linen long sleeved shirt underneath, it was easy to tell that William owned very little in the ways of civilian clothing. Almost every item except for his undershirts were meant to protect him in some way. He donned on a pair of black leather pants with matching boots, tied his short sword about his hips.

“You look excellent Sir! Much better than that other man the Princess was with at the Tournament.”

“Ah…so you saw him too eh?” William sighed. Well at least he could add adulterer to his growing list of sins. “Charles…I hope you will do as I say, and not as I do. Do not chase after women that are already betrothed to another man.”

“Even if that other man is a sissy, Sir?”

William laughed and clapped his Squire on the back. It was good to know that his poor opinion of Rickkard was not just his own jealousy, Charles disliked that man too…and it was rare that Charles disliked –anyone-.

Both men bade each other good night and goodbye. Then William headed off on foot to the mayor’s house. Upon arriving, the young knight was escorted to the dining room where everyone was already seated, chatting merrily while waiting for him. Their glasses were still full which was a relief, he hadn’t come too late. It looked as though they had just been seated. There was a spot left open for him right between the Princess and mayor since he was the guest for the both this evening. He bowed low to Lenia, thanking her for rewarding him with a lovely dinner. Then he gave a shorter bow to the mayor and shook the other man’s hand, thanking him for putting a roof over his head for the night before sitting down beside Lenia…trying his best to not steal too many looks or give too many smiles.

(OOC: Shit bout to hit the fan!)

Her thoughts were happily interrupted when William entered. Beaming, she stood graciously and allowed him to bow, almost letting the words, "You don't have to!" but bit her inner cheek and then sat down after formalities. The mayor engaged conversation with William immediately, so impressed with his combat skills, asking where and whom he trained with. The mayor was crying out something about his lazy son needing a will and passion for something to do with his life. Lenia gently tapped her wine glass indicating for the maid to refill it. Glass number two couldn't hurt. It was good, but it surely wasn't as sweet as the nice ale that Charles was probably being treated too. William was so kind that way.

She managed to sneak a view of him, peering over the mayor to which she only smiled politely and wiped her lips with the napkin after licking them and staring at him long and hard. Returning to the front of the house when her betrothed entered, late as ever, fixing his neck tie. He was certainly coming from a rush of things. Had he gone off for a field day with another lady? How disgusting. It at first, confused her as to why he wasn't so vulgar with her; but she remembered quickly: he didn't have any claim to her. Yet, at least. Once he was her husband, the pig could do as he wished. By that time, Lenia hoped some other events would iron out in her favor.

She tilted her pale neck for him to kiss her cheek, but he grabbed her face, causing her to gasp, and turned her precious face to him, causing their lips to meet long and loudly. As Rickkard pulled back, he rolled up his sleeves, sitting beside the princess, patting his stomach. To say he was in good physical condition would be an understatement. He considered 'riding his horse while hunting' to be plenty of exercise' which it was not.

"Well now. What is the dinner for this evening good Mayor? Let it be a good one for our new guest. Your name again, Sir Knight, I've forgotten already."

But Lenia intercepted, her tongue hot with anger, "It's William. Sir William of Berges."

"Girl, do I need you to speak for me?"

The mayor's eyebrows went up and from behind the dinner table, Becca, Lenia's lady in waiting cleared her throat. "Lord Rickkard, you will address the Princess in a more appropriate way, especially at the dinner table with guests. It does not seem polite." There was a soft hush over the table. The mayor had invited a few other friends just for merry entertainment and viewing pleasure of his nice home. They were of noble class, one of them the woman that Rickkard had seemed so physically fond of. He grinned across the way from her, raising his now full wine glass in her honor. Lenia had never felt more embarrassed, the pink splashed across her face but she stayed silent. Half of her wished to rebuttal, but it would only cause more distress for the kind mayor who had been such a generous host to she and now William.

Dinner was served quickly as light conversation picked up, Lenia looking back to William and congratulating him softly on his victory before placing the napkin back upon her lap and lifting her fork and knife with easy grace and began to eat in silence. She hadn't mean to ignore him no matter how badly she wished to touch and reassure him, but she was embarrassed, frustrated, and upset with Rickkard's behavior and how it was ruining the night. One day a wife's words would cause mass chaos in the house halls of a king, and they would bend to her whim fearing her fury and justice.

She barely got more than a few bites of the roasted pork, her eyes drifting across the way as Rickkard sexually toyed with the noble woman across the way. Even his eyes spoke a thousand words and Lenia, quickly, placed her hand below the table and took William's hand, squeezing it a brief moment before resting it back in her lap. "Forgive me, but I will be retiring for the evening."

"Come now, Lenia, why leave. You've barely eaten," Rickkard whined as Lenia stood.

"No. I do not feel well. You have dampered my mood."

"Me?"

"Yes. You've eaten plenty for this entire day, I see."

And the innuendo in her words which she so boldly pronounced had both meant to be sublime enough for a royal court to silently decode and note, but not for the extraordinary Lord Rickkard. He took it personal, he took it to heart, feeling utterly embarrassed and suddenly less powerful in his usual status with his women. And before he, or Lenia remember where they were, Rickkard raised a hand and smacked her hard against her delicate cheek, causing her to stumble to the side and lean into the table from the impact. Guards at the door hesitated forward as Becca cried out for her friend and princess, the mayor and his friends watched in shock.

Rickkard looked to Lenia and quickly laughed, reaching for her. "Dove, come now, you see what you do when you fuel my fury? It isn't polite to be so crude at dinner, is it not, princess? Now, as my future bride, you should know your place at my side, your future husband. Come, Lenia, stand up and go lay down as you wished, my sweet, sweet, girl." His words were poison and her eyes filed with tears, unable to look at him, a trembling hand coming to her face. She didn't know what to do.

William tensed as Rickkard spoke so rudely to Lenia. How dare he?! Did this man really have no sense of honor? Had no one ever taught him manners?! And the dog was now raising his glass to another woman no less! As a guest in the home of the mayor, it was not his place to speak. Instead all he could do was reach under the table, pretending to adjust his napkin and then brushing the back of Lenia’s hand with his own to try to make her feel better with just a little bit of touch. He moved to stand as Lenia stood so that he could bow once more as she left the table. But instead of getting a chance to do so, Rickkard slapped Lenia straight across the face!

-Nobody- assaults a woman in the presence of a Knight.

William immediately took two strides towards the man, the adrenaline pumping and his eyes flashing in anger. How dare this man hit a woman?! And not just any woman, William's beloved Lenia! He grabbed Rickkard right by the back collar of his shirt and tore him away from the Princess as he reached for her. As the smaller man struggled and yelped, William grabbed him by his lapels and hoisted him into the air, slamming him into the nearest wall. “You will do well to not hit a lady while in my presence. Or –ever- for that matter,” he said through grit teeth. It was everything he could do to not draw his sword and gut this pathetic excuse of a man like a pig.

Hmmph...he couldn't do that...it would be an insult to pigs.

“Know your place, Knight!” Rickkard sputtered, his drunken, rosy face immediately turning pale as a sheet. He started to kick, but only managed to hit William’s protective greaves. Who the hell wears armor to a dinner party?! He tried to grab onto the hands that held him and wrench them away, but the knight’s grip only got tighter the more he struggled. He looked over to the guards, but since they were Lenia’s and not his own, they seemed less than enthusiastic to help him after he had just hit their Princess. Shit...

“I only take orders from the Knight Commander and the King. You are neither. So tell me –M’lord-“ the young knight spat out the title like a curse. “Why should I obey you and not my Code?” William growled, lifting Rickkard a smidge higher off the ground. When left without an actual Commander to oversee them, Knights were bound to obey and honor their Code. The Knight’s Code was a very dangerous thing: it gave Knights power to take the law into their own hands in the name of public safety. First and foremost, William was bound to protect the weak and defenseless. Secondly he was to defend the honor of a woman. While Lenia was not weak, she was certainly defenseless and Rickkard had definitely bruised her honor by hitting her like a dog. By William and most any judge's reasoning, Rickkard was a threat to public safety and must be dealt with.

Rickkard squirmed around. There was no reasoning with this man! William had obviously gone mad! This chivalrous Knight was surely going to kill him for going against some ridiculous code of honor that was made up ages ago. Having nothing else that he could do, Rickkard panicked and launched his head forward, trying to headbutt William so that he could distract him and run. All that he seemed to accomplish in the act was giving himself a headache and infuriating the young knight even further. He had seen men do it in fights before, why hadn’t it worked?

“You have to really mean it Sir, like this.” William grinned as he saw the smaller man’s confusion. Rickkard had hit him first, now he was free to do as he pleased. He rammed his head forward with such force that he broke the bridge of Rickkard’s nose with a sickening Crack! and knocked him out cold. With a now limp body in his hands, William released him, letting the man tumble to the floor to be picked up and hauled away by the guards to sleep off his newly unconscious state in his chambers

Let’s see if he’ll be chasing any more skirts with two black eyes and a misaligned nose in the morning.

Finally seeming to realize the world was not just him and Rickkard anymore, William turned around to a table full of surprised eyes. With the adrenaline and fury rushing through his veins, he had entirely forgotten that he was the guest at a dinner party full of nobles and not of common folk. He immediately began to regret his brash actions. Unless the mayor had an excellent sense of honor or humor, William was surely going to be escorted out. But then he saw Lenia and the red mark on her face from where Rickkard had hit her and would have gladly done it all over again for the sake of defending her honor.

“I am…sorry that I have damaged your fiancé, Princess. And I apologize that the ladies at the table had to witness such violence,” William tried his best not to look too pleased with himself and bowed low to both apologize and hide the slight smile on his lips. Honestly there was no honor in defeating the weak…but he had enjoyed the chance to take Rickkard down a couple of notches. “I will take my leave now if you wish it, Sir.” William was speaking to the mayor, not quite sure if he was still welcome to spend the night now that he had knocked out the Princess’ betrothed.

She couldn't stayed curled like a dog with her tail between her legs forever. Slowly she rose to the aid of Becca who handed her a cool wash cloth to which she pressed to the delicate royal's face. Lenia didn't even flinch when William rammed Rickkard against the wall. Unless some princess' who may have cried out, 'oh no!', she was seething, oh yes. She didn't look for fear her kind heart may give in, and simple looked down, dabbing her cheek. It stung a little, but the color would go down and hopefully no bruise would remain.

however, she could not ignore the sickening crack she heard, her head immediately whipping back around in fear that William had gone too far and gasped upon seeing Rickkard unconscious form slump to the ground. Jesus, he was out cold. Looking back up to William, she lowered the cloth from her face, absently handing it to Becca and turned to face him as William faced them. He apologized for 'damaging' her fiancé to which Lenia's lips twitched in a smile and the Mayor rose. All eyes seemed to move to him.

"Well thank God somebody did it. I hated the reason, but he deserved such punishment. Sir William, you're welcome here for the night, as many as you need, in fact. Doing the Princess an honor is doing me an honor." He grinned and raised his glass, many of the women politely clapping with their men who also clapped to William's good honor and the mayor's hospitality. Becca inclined that she was more than happy to prepare a bath for Lenia upstairs to which the young miss nodded and took her arm. "Please, Becca, and thank you. After you've made my bath, you're dismissed for the evening. I'm going to finishing eating. Dessert suddenly looks so appealing without Rickkard present." The two women exchanged secret smiles and Lenia politely resumed her position. They some may have looked upon her cheek, Lenia ignored it's physical pain and grinned upon seeing the chocolate cake presented.

~

After dinner, the princess was obligated to mingle, finding herself ever near William, engaging in his conversations too, respectively and admitting to be closer to him since he defended her honor in public eye. He had ever right and she had every right to be thankful and close to him. To a point where she politely touched his arm, whispering very vaguely that she was tired and would be upstairs, mumbling something about, 'the floor above,' and allowed him to kiss her hand before excusing herself to the mayor, her friends, and then to the stairs.

It had been some night! She passed Rickkard's chambers with immediate haste as a few guards in front of his door stopped her and asked if she was alright. "Just a scratch, Marcus. I appreciate your kindness."

"Mi'lady did not deserve such cruelty in public eye."

Lenia reassured the kind guard that it was all well and thanked him for remaining to guard her fiance's post for the night, though he seemed reluctant to do so. She didn't tell him to watch the post the entire night. Should he leave to go drink downstairs, no one would stop him, surely. Upon entering her personal chambers, she could feel the steam from her own bath and the silence of her own room. Exhaling, she stripped and sunk into the warm waters, reclining and arching her back. She touched the side of her face, wincing when it stung and reached over the tub, fiddling through her little bag and pulling out some cooling aloe ointment, rubbing it lightly upon her cheek. There now, that would dull the pain. Scrubbing until she smelled of her usual honey suckle and vanilla, the princess moved from the tube and wrapped herself up in the largest towel, holding herself.

For a moment she just thought. She truly was fond of William to a point where she could almost say she was falling head over heels for him. So fast, so quick... she was simply drawn to him. Perhaps the wheels of fate were turning. The warm desire was stirring from below her belly again, and she bit her already wet lips before combing her long lengths of hair and applying some small scents behind her ears and arms.

Slipping into a silk robe made of the finest materials (a gift from this area), she disregarded any panties and rubbed her shoulders. Being allured meant being less warm... for now at least. Slipping into black stockings to match the dark, seductive purple robe she wore, Lenia sat at her vanity. Did William like her just like this? Or did he prefer women with more makeup? More perfume, more jewels? Frowning, she shook her head. No, natural was nice. Natural was what had drawn him in, she hoped. Touching her just a pinch red cheek, she smiled hopefully. Didn't hurt too badly. Reclining back on her stool, she brushed through her long hair, running her fingers through it's smoothness and it's length. Would William be able to find her? It was getting a bit late now, but she could hear the soft thumping from the ending party and discussions downstairs.

A duble knock on the door made Lenia call out softly. Beaming at the response, she checked herself in the mirror and reached up, grabbing her silver tiara and placed it delicately, easily upon her loose, wavy locks and brushed back her lengths, opening the door. She had certainly become a naughty, naughty princess for her Knight. And he was staring. Just staring. Hell, he could probably see her breasts' outline from he sheer silk of the robe. "... Is it no good?" She whined letting him in while holding onto his arm with her two hands, pouting.

William enjoyed the fact that Lenia actually spoke during the after dinner portion of the evening. He had seen ladies clam up and grow quiet when mingling amongst men, hanging around as more of ornamental decorations than anything else. But Lenia participated in their talks and he couldn’t help but smile, not because the conversations were particularly fascinating but because he enjoyed her company in a place that wasn’t just the bedroom. It was a good feeling to know that he wasn’t just a scoundrel attracted to her beauty, but a man who was bewitched by a lovely woman’s personality and charm.

When she left, he had barely controlled the urge to follow her like a loyal hound. It wouldn’t do well for him to excuse himself right after her, it may draw suspicion. So he stayed, not like he could have really escaped anyways; the mayor was very interested in questioning William, asking about his Code, about his travels and exploits. Several of the ladies were trying to steathly pry information out of him as to whether he was single or not; to which he gave rather diplomatic answers that neither confirmed nor denied being in a relationship. He was a terrible liar and it was easier for him to equivocate rather than mislead.

The poor knight was unable to get away until finally it was growing rather late in the night and everyone was getting tired. He bid them all good night and while the mayor was busy saying his farewells to all his guests, William bounded up the stairs, stopping in his tracks as he noticed a guard at one of the doors. It must be Rickard’s room. Damn that man! Even now, unconscious, he still seemed to manage to be a thorn in William’s side. So he waited around the corner…willing the guard to move and go do something other than stand in the way of him and a night with his beloved Princess. After awhile the man finally did abandon his post to probably raid the kitchen, and William carefully snuck down to the floor below, waited for the guard to pass him, then rushed back up the stairs to the top floor so that he could arrive at Lenia’s room at the end of the hallway.

A little nervous to be sneaking about since he had no real excuse to be up here other than to call on the Princess, William breathed a sigh of relief as Lenia answered the door. He stood there in the hallway, probably looking foolish as he just stared at her. Good Lord…was he drooling? Was he breathing? That robe…the sweet scent of her…all he wished was to devour her whole! He allowed himself to be moved into the room with delicate hands on his arm, all the while his dark eyes were transfixed on the outline of her breasts and he barely heard her when asked if the outfit was no good. No good? Was she mad?! She looked absolutely delicious!

“No, it is absolutely no good at all.” William grinned as she pouted. “Where has my good Princess gone? All that is left is a naughty little minx in her tiara that I am surely going to have to ravish for the next couple of hours.” His eyes finally shifted from her perfect mounds and moved downwards, noticing the stockings that were very sexy shade of black rather than the innocent white ones from yesterday. His heart began to beat faster, his skin felt warmer, and all he wanted to do was throw her onto the bed and tear the robe as well as all her undergarments off of her.

All the things he meant to do: such as ask her if she enjoyed the party, if her cheek felt better, and express his displeasure at the fact she had to deal with Rickkard, left his mind. The only thing left was the thought that they were alone tonight and that for now, in this stolen moment, they belonged to each other and no one else. So he bent down, sweeping her off her feet and cradling her in his arms as though she weighed nothing. He walked her over to the bed, kissing her slowly, tenderly, trying to give her all the care and affection he could muster before his lust for her began to rule him. The young knight carefully laid her down onto the edge of the bed before he kicked off his boots and removed his jerkin and shirt with one swift tug, exposing his muscular arms and chest. Then he prowled forward, crawling ontop of her and forcing her onto her back as he captured her lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

William never stopped amazing her. How easily he took her once troubled mind to a much better place of divine solitude. When he told her it it was absolutely 'no good' at all, she paused for a just a brief moment, questioning him with a high brow before squealing when he lifted her up into his arms. "W-Will!" She exclaimed, suddenly remembering how mindful she must be. Now they were not in the comfort of a place they were not familiar nor heavily watched. Here, they were. But goodness, if William was already having at it this fast, this soon... how could she mumble her cries? How could she try so very hard to pretend they didn't leave her practically exploding with ecstasy?

Feeling her body comfortably pushed against the bed, she tilted her chin up longingly, lovingly, begging for him capture more of the plentiful sweet juices she would be offering him. She bit her lip, not in the teasing manner, but in a manner in which she simply burned on the edge of adoration and lust. "You want me to scream for you," she whispered hotly between their mad kisses, feeling his body, now bare, press closer against her own. Now she hated this robe with every fiber in her being. But let her new lover enjoy the pleasures of removing it as he would, or if at any time at all!

"I'm wet, William. So terribly wet," she whimpered innocently, a mix of truth and teasing in her tone as she kissed along the back of his neck and made a point to graze his strong back and neck with her teeth, never applying too much pressure, but just enough to get his gears really turning. "You make me feel so dirty," she admitted, pouting up at him, now the honesty peeking it's way from between her bright pink cheeks. Looking shyly down a moment, she straightened her robe.

"It isn't fair why I must be with Rickkard. This," she indicated her cheek with her own cupped hand, "will pass without anyone remembering thanks to Rickkard's influence. And life will go on." It sounded so very tragic, at least, it was for Lenia. She didn't know how long these nights would last with her one Knight. She wanted to learn so much more about William, what he could teach her about life both inside and outside of the bedroom. Not just as someone worldly knowing, but as someone who was able to step outside with a watchful eye.

"Make me yours. Again and again and again, so that I forget Rickkard. Burn him from my mind. Show me.. teach me. I'll be brave," she whispered the last part, remembering her fears from his primal instincts last time. She would do her best to fall into that line, but she couldn't promise anything. This intimate world was far too new and terribly exciting. What more could William know about this? He probably knew more about her body than she did. Hell, her maids did. It was embarassing really, but that was how royalty works. Her body was a 'sacred' thing to be kept for future kings and future loyal husbands. Rickkard would never be such a noble honor. Let these, let these titles go to William of Berges. Her lips cooed against his ear, pressing her lower half rythmatically up into the harden groin above her. "I yearn for you..."

“Lenia…you’re going to drive me mad…” William panted as she kissed his neck. The slight animal nature of her teeth grazing against the back of his neck made his cock fully harden and strain against his leathers. He immediately began kissing and nibbling on her neck, her ears, her shoulders, blazing fiery trails of passion with his lips all over her creamy flesh. “Yes…I want you to scream for me, to moan for me, only me.” Part of him knew that as badly as he wanted her to do so it was not wise, not while they were here in this home. Surely everyone would know what they were up to if they were too loud. Part of him wished they were back in his room the inn, surrounded by rooms full of strangers where they didn’t have to give a damn about what anyone else thought.

When the name ‘Rickkard’ was uttered, William seemed to freeze. What they were doing was wrong…no matter how perfectly right it felt. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself, Rickkard did not deserve her and Lenia wanted to badly to just forget about him. For just a moment, William brushed his passion aside so that he could look at her with caring eyes. A strong, warm hand came to ever so gently cup the cheek that had been slapped. “You’re right, it is not fair in the slightest that I cannot keep you forever. But I want you to send for me if he ever hits you again… I will not sit idly by and let him dishonor you or hurt you.” Perhaps just the threat of William barging down their door would be enough to make Rickkard think twice about harming Lenia again. Even if it wasn’t, William was sure that he would ride clear across the country if he had to in order to break the hand that had dared to be raised to Lenia. “You are mine Lenia…all mine. I will come to you whenever you call me.”

Her please to have him make her his rekindled the fire in his core. She needed him and he would not deny her. William wriggled out of his leathers, his fully erect member springing forth and just a slight shiver went through him as the cold air hit him. He had never ached so badly to have his cock buried between a lover’s legs ever before in his entire life. Lenia did such things to him…and she didn’t even know that as crazy as he drove her, she did much, much worse to him with her innocently sexy ways.

He gently coaxed the robe apart from Lenia, groaning appreciatively as he saw that there was nothing underneath. She had been waiting for him, expecting this…she was turning into a very dirty girl indeed.

“What do you want me to do to you my darling? Do you want me to touch you? Up here?” With a grin his left hand lightly fondled her right breast. He kneaded and massaged the fleshy mound before leaning over to take her hardening nipple into his mouth, lashing his tongue around the little bud. His hand moved lower, over the flat plane of her stomach and to her sex which was already slick with her desire. “Or would you rather I touch you down here?” He murmured against her breast as his fingers gently spread the outer lips of her sex apart. Strong digits played along her throbbing bundle of nerves, teasing her clit on slow, torturous circles.

“Or would you rather I lick you to make you climax?” William grinned and brought his tongue over Lenia’s neglected nipple with one broad stroke. He then kissed his way up her chest, peppered loving little nibbles and bites along her delicate throat until he finally came up to her ear, relishing in the scent of her perfume that she had dabbed behind it. “Mmm…or do you want me buried inside of you, my naughty Princess.” He whispered softly, warm breath coating and teasing down her neck. “Because if you wish it, I will pound into you so hard that the only word you will be able to say will be my name…” William growled softly, his thick shaft throbbing so insitently that it was almost painful. So with his free hand he grasped hers, moving her hand down and coaxing her fingers and palm to wrap around his shaft. She had already seen him naked, but she had yet to actually feel with her hands just what she did to him, how hard she made him and how badly his flesh pulsed in anticipation. He guided her hand up and down his length, letting her feel how big he was, and how agonizingly hard he grew for her.

His kindness had touched her again. He really began to see her not as a solitary princess, but as someone was trapped that desperately struggled to be free. She wouldn't sit idle, she never would, and with William's fiery promises, she felt stronger. She felt strong enough to perhaps, take Rickkard down with her own fist someday. His face seemed squishy enough and easily took hits thanks to William's demonstration downstairs. His warm hand was heaven to her cheek and she closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax and trust his many touches and many more to come. "Thank you," she whimpered softly and pressed her body against his own a final time to seal their deal.

He simply could not stand it; in one motion his pants were gone and his hands and lips began to explore much to her soft yelps of pure delight and surprise. As her robe fell from her shoulders and to the side, she shyly fluttered honey-brown eyes up behind dark lashes and smiled. What did she want him to do to her? Everything! Anything! Anything to feel alive, to feel comfortable and safe in the pleasures of her new friend, lover, and compassion. "Y-Yes," she managed to cry out as his hands touched the valleys of her body and tickled at her breasts, teasing the coral buds in the center as they hardened to his touch instantly. Sighing, closed her eyes, exhaling loudly when his hands moved to her womanhood, asking if she wanted to be touched there, instead. "Yes, yes, please," she asked innocently and nodded her head, bitting her lip quite hard.

His fingers, torturous as they were, knew her every moment and every favorite spot. She whelped softly, her lower hips rising in instinct and in anticipation. She knew this feeling and she enjoyed it quite a lot; her body seemed to agree quiet easily. A gentle brow rose as he grinned, his tongue now making his turn upon her nipples, taking great pleasure and ming sure she received as much. The little nips and tickles along her throat caused her to whine, tilting her head the opposite way so that he may have a better angle to her creamy flesh. His final question was most enticing as her eyes popped open and she looked to him, blushing madly. "W-Will..." Was all she could really breath out, unaccustomed his naughty words and how easily they seemed to make her melt. Did he know that? Probably.

And she was so very certain of her answer. But before she could verbalize it, she allowed him to guide her hand down to his throbbing member. She hadn't really felt him so intimately like this. A little embarrassed, she shyly flinched away for a moment before relaxing and allowing her fingers to grip and become aware of his pulsing shaft. That fit inside of her? Timid eyes looked back up to him and her sweet, sweet voice asked, "I did this?" And that seemed to cause enough ecstasy for the both of them. Her hand began to stroke his member as her back slowly arched forward and sat up, slipping quite gracefully out of her robe like some kind of geisha dancer.

Lifting the robe with a delicate finger or two, she let it drop down to the floor and carefully leaned herself back down, releasing her hold on his throbbing member. Let the tease commence further until he couldn't help but to plunge himself into her. In a painfully slow motion, and with great ease, she lifted first her thigh, then pointed her whole leg into the air before lowering her angle and turning his face up to face her. Grinning, she wiggled her little rear into the covers that held them beneath her. He now had a very interesting view of her creamy thighs, inner bare thighs and of course her exposed, wet, womanhood that practically begged for a little attention eventually. Soon, she felt the confidence to speak, getting over the sense of being so physically exposed to the man she trusted. "William? Won't you help me out of these stockings. I can't do it all by myself." Lowering her perfectly pointed foot, she rested it gently upon his shoulder and a natural giggle broke free. Closing her eyes, she bashfully shook her head. "Please, Will? It will be much easier for me to relax when you pound me with that big shaft of yours..."

The new view he was presented with was absolutely phenomenal. Lenia half splayed before him as he knelt…a graceful leg pointed an draped over his shoulder, that stocking that clad it making her so very, very warm against his cool skin. He wanted to devour her with passionate kisses, to bite her neck, to hold her down, and ram into her glistening womanhood so roughly that her entire body writhed and bucked underneath him while the bedframe clattered against the wall. He was panting, his blood felt unbearably hot even though his skin was still cool to the touch. His already dark eyes grew smouldering, his pupils dilating with an animal sort of hunger.

Stockings…I have to remove her stockings. The reminder that she had so innocently though sexily asked him to do something seemed to help him remember himself. So with a soft whine like a dog who wanted so badly to play but it’s mistress forced him to do obedient tricks instead, he obliged her request. His hands came to her stocking clad foot, rubbing and massaging for just a moment to toy with her. He then ran his strong hands down from her foot, over her ankle and calf until finally he made his way to the part where the black stocking came up her mid thigh. “Such a naughty girl…wearing these stockings just for me when you already look so irresistible.” He grinned down at her, unable to resist teasing her a little bit. Lenia was so pretty when she blushed.

The first stocking came off, slowly, trying to tease her as badly as she was teasing him. He rolled it carefully down the length of her creamy leg until he reached her cute little toes. Then he tossed the balled up piece of fabric over his shoulder. He kissed down her now bare calf, all the way down until he reached her slightly splayed womanhood. He sent a warm breath of air gusting over it before running his tongue through the length of her slit, groaning appreciatively at the taste. She was dripping wet and so very ready that he almost lost himself right there and tried to seek out more of her sweet nectar.

Stocking…must get off the other stocking… The second stocking he was going to torment her even more than the first with how he took it off. He left her glistening sex and began to kiss up her left thigh, tickling her with his bristly beard before he finally found the silky material of her stocking. He caught the fabric in his teeth and gave her a little growl, tugging and growling a little louder before pulling, dragging it down the length of her leg until he finally had to just yank it off with his hand.

Now that she was entirely bared before him, his dark eyes feasted upon her gorgeous body. He wanted her so badly…he –needed- her. Always such a chivalrous man, Lenia did something to him that threw all that out the window. All that was left was a barely contained animal that was ruled by lust. He grabbed at her hips, roughly pulling her towards him so that he may make this woman just as much of a mess of lust as he was. He took hold of his throbbing cock, dragging the sensitive tip against her folds, putting pressure against her clit with the head of his member.

“Oh God…Lenia…you are so wet for me.” William groaned, he could swear he could feel her little bundle of nerves throbbing against him as well. He dragged his huge member downwards, pressing the head against her entrance. The first thrust into her was slow, gentle, just because he knew she was still new to all of this. Inch by inch of his massive cock disappeared into her incredibly tight folds. He moaned, louder than he meant to, but she felt so good around him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to do something about this unbearable ache in his loins. While the first thrust had been so gentle, the second one definitely was not. He grasped onto to the backs of her knees, bending her legs back, using her legs as leverage and to spread her out even more for his hungry eyes as he began to ram into her tight sex for everything he was worth.

Why was he thinking so hard? Was it really that difficult? Or was it because she was simply 'making' him so hard. Yes, perhaps that was it indeed all along. Relaxing herself, she allowed her body to bend to his will, his fingers quickly turning to make his way up and along her inner then outer thighs. Hands quickly gripped at her stockings, rolling them at his pace, causing a soft moan to part her lips. "Oh, Will," she whispered to him, unable to stand his slow process but loving it no less.

His attention focused on the other one to which he teased her sensitives to an extreme, causing her to whimper softly and tug away at first at his temptations before sliding back into his hold. "I want to be this way for you always. Just you," she added quickly as he caught the fabric between experienced teeth and pulled at the fabric, pulling it with a growl along the way until it was off. Nude before him, she glanced up into those now dark eyes. Her hands touched his face, neck, shoulders, as she kissed at his collarbone and along the back of his ear and along the rough but tickling sensation of his beard.

And he couldn't handle it; neither could she for that matter. She begged him with her whines, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him, her body sliding forward into his depth as he moved his large member to her opening and testing the waters. She mewed softly in gentle anticipation. "Yes, yes, always," she added unable to keep her dirty mouth quiet for much longer. As he inched his way inside, she had to burry her lips against her fist to keep from crying out too loudly. If he moved her wrist and she screamed to kingdom come, the whole house would hear and each and every guard in this house would come to her aid, breaking down the door. And they would be exposed beyond belief.

The first motion he gave her was comfortable as her body sunk against the many pillows of her luxurious bed and rich sheets. Little did she know if the other plans that William had in mind. "Will, what--" she added in a heated fury when he grasped behind her knees and bended her to his usage causing his cock to pulsate and shove further into her more exposed depths. Her eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth, inhaling air, not prepared for the deepness that came with such closeness. Then another, and another, and another! He was at it, pounding her like the good princess had requested. With every other trust, she moaned and eventually couldn't even speak, whining gently, closing her eyes. Half of her wanted to find rhythm and tug at him, cry his name... but she couldn't. If she was too loud, if she let herself go over the edge too fast, too loudly, they'd be caught. Maybe William was past that, but she could not be. She would not ruin his good title.

"W-Will, please, I can't.." Was all she managed to breathe out, her toes curling back as she covered her hands over her face in embarrassment, crying out at her massive climax. She begged for him to just give her a moment. She was beginning to feel the little kissed bruises from before. How much could she handle before a maid or God forbid, Rickkard noticed the little marks of claim left by William? Again his pace began and she arched her back, her breasts bouncing in time with his penetration, moans escaping from her now cherry lips.

"A-Again?" She managed to breath out, her face flushed red as she attempted to meet up with him half way, hungry for his lips, looking for some way to prove that he was with her mind, body, and soul. She needed that. "Kiss me... Kiss me, oh Will, Will, Will, Will!" She cried out, just like he wanted her to, reaching her second climax once more. A hot rush of his semen filled her cavities quickly and her belly clenched. Her body quivered under his touch, a sweat forming above her brow. Her hair now untangled and down lay splayed out along her pillows, her pretty little tiara managing to stay upon her dainty head, never moving an inch. Lenia felt a little like a rag doll and loved every sexual minute of it.

“Lenia…my Lenia, do not hide from me.” The part of William that was still more man than animal made the request. Not a growling demand like the night before, but a more gentle plea this time. He wanted to see her and not be embarrassed every time she had an orgasm, especially since he planned on giving her many of them. He released the backs of her knees when she covered her face and now his hands found hers. William gently tugged them away so that he could lace their fingers together and keep her hands pinned gently to either side of her head. “You have such beautiful eyes, I want to see them.” He smiled down at her as he stopped his thrusting, waiting for her to recover so that he could begin once more. Tender kisses were given while she caught her breath. But with his massive cock still throbbing and aching release, he couldn't handle holding still for so long and soon gave her a few light bucks of his hips to get her ready for another round.

“Yes darling…again and again and again until I am the only man you can think of!” He groaned loudly as he picked up his rough pace once more, the sight of her breasts bouncing with every rough slam made him growl and pant even louder. She was his, all his, and he didn't want to share her with any other man.

William gladly obliged her requests for him to kiss her, leaning down to meet her half way and give her lips heated kisses. Hearing the sweet, familiarity that came from her using the diminutive form of his name was too much to bear. “Oh y-yes…Lenia…my Lenia.” He panted, entire body wound so tight because of her that he snapped. He buried the entire length of his cock into her willing sex, groaning loudly at the deliciously tight embrace of her pink folds. His throbbing member finally twitched and then erupted inside of her in several pulses that made him gasp. He coated her slick walls with his hot seed, claiming her as his in such an animal way that he couldn’t help but roughly slam his hips into hers several more times before her whimpers and whines grew to a point that he was afraid he was hurting her. A few slower, more tender thrusts were given to her to help dull any pain he had given in his enthusiasm before he finally stopped.

Panting, sweaty, and feeling much more in control of himself and his urges now, William looked down at her with kind eyes. He kissed those lovely pouty lips he could never get enough of. Then his questing mouth wandered over he entire face, kissing her flushed cheeks, her delicate jaw, then back to her lips once more so that his tongue could sneak past her lips and play. His hands finally released hers, only so that he could run rough digits all over her creamy body. Cupping her breasts, grabbing her waist, rubbing and massaging every inch of her that he could reach as though he were making sure she was real. How could he be such a lucky man to be in the bed of such a wonderful woman? He didn't want any of this to end.

“Does my gorgeous little minx want another round?” William couldn’t help but flash her a wicked grin. Lord what this woman did to him! But knowing that he had probably caused quite a few bruises to her thighs and pelvis, he would not be so rough with her this time. Instead he rolled them both over so now they were laying on their sides, facing one another. William gave her much more tender bearded kisses, cupping her face, holding her supple body to his much harder one with his free, muscular arm.

He propped up her top leg with his own, spreading her for him. His hips began to thrust upwards, slow and gentle this time to remind her that he was not always an animal. He could be patient, he could be tender...at least when she wasn’t tempting him and driving him mad with her lithe form. He cared about her and wanted to be with her, wanted to keep her for his own and never let her go.

The aftermath of his powerful thrusts to follow were incredible and even to a point where the pain and pleasure mixed a salty sort of twang causing her to whine and her body to limp before him. He kissed her, allowing his tongue to sneak in or a dance and allowed his warm touches to connect with her happily warm body. She couldn't even form sentences; that's what he did to her, for better or for worse, the princess was simply at a loss. Sighing as he asked if she was up for another round, her eyes closed, trying to debate. But it seemed she was given no alternative.

Moving her body to comfortable press against his from a side angle, he parted her hips and took her in a strangely intimate way. She mewed softly, placed her palm to his shoulder, resting her forehead to his chest. She was exhausted, he always did this to her. Lenia was going to have to build up her stamina somehow... or just continue to have wonderful, glorious sex with William. No doubt she'd take the later. In a soft sigh, she allowed him to take a motion with her with was more caring, which she appreciated. She would allow him the ability to take his course through his lust.

For their smoother, softer love-making, it took Lenia longer, allowing her body to savor the moments. "Oh, Will... I can't hold it in much more," she whispered, embarrassed, forgetting the number of times she had already orgasmed for him. Lenia waited for him, praying she could match his movements so that their climaxes would sync; her mark was pretty close as she released on his blessing and timing. Exhausted, she bit her lip, looking back up at him, a small line of sweat upon her brow. "Enough, please," she begged, gripping at the covers near her, shyly turning from him as he pulled out, covering herself and taking a moment to just return back in tune with her body and finding her usual balance. Turning back on her side to William's worry, she cuddled into his arms and frowned. "I have no stamina because I read about dragons while you have stamina because you fight them. Forgive me. But ah, you have succeeded once again. I can barely feel my legs." Look at that grin! It was so very worth it. No doubt she may bruise again, but Lenia was very skillful at turning something ugly into something very memorial and quite beautiful.

"Stay.." she begged, curling closer to him, her mounds pressing to his strong chest, her fingers idly tracing along the lines of strong muscle, admiring, though silently pondering the many scars. She began to kiss them, in fact, looking up to him, making sure it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. Lenia loved every part of him, no matter the faults. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly, sighing. She knew she'd have to go. To sneak out and back either up or down into his guest suite. Then, when could she see him next? It was all so confusing, so heartbreaking. It became unbearable, and she simply had to say it. To say it before something, anything else happened. And that anything could happen at any moment. There was something so wonderful about him. Something that moved her, something that made her want to stand up and climb mountains, pave pathways in order to reach him. She would do anything for him. It must have been fate.

"I love you, William."

Her sweet, sincere words were cut short by a pounding at the door to which poor Lenia nearly trembled, her body flinching, shoulders tensed up. "Princess, everything alright?" A guard had called, probably to check up on her since she had given Becca leave for the evening. Lenia did her best to make her sure her voice sounded appropriately tame: "Y-Yes. Yes, of course. I am preparing for bed. Please do not disturb me. Thank you." And with the clanking exit of her guard, she shyly sat up, wrapping herself in the silken sheets. Her cheeks were bright red and her legs hurt a little as she attempted to get comfortable in this new position. "W-Well, goodnight."