The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

"It is fine, Geoffrey," Lenia breathed, moving back against Tristan as the older man won his way with the situation, Rickkard scampering to his side. Now, how to get out of this mess. Turning back to her kidnappers, she allowed herself to be positioned between the two of them, promising she wouldn't escape. But escaping from the two bumbling fools wouldn't be where she was headed. But the sound of a siren was let out once more and the gush of a dragon's wing followed. Tristan withdrew his sword and Rickkard followed suite, crying out, "Fatherrr!" In a petty way, certainly sick of the misfortunate events they seemed to be running into.

Lenia thought if the dragon distracted them, she could make her run back to Geoffrey, knowing he was probably regrouping with Charles and getting her parents updated on the situation. She could only pray it so. But when the dragon neared them, Tristan fumbled with a squeal and moved further back, pushing Lenia forward, causing her to stumble her way up against the large beast once more. Whoa. His largeness never changed for her. Staring into those jelly like red eyes, she tilted her head. What did it want from her so badly? Was there something shiny in her? Hands moved to the top of her head; no tiara! So why was the creature so drawn? When it lowered and sniffed her, a burst of warm air hit her face, causing her hair to fly back and hands to cover her face, skirts to fly up. "Whoa!"

And within moments, bless him, her beloved William had appeared limbing his way between the two. "Will!" She called and checked him over, making sure this was the only - thankfully not fatal - injury. But he was hurt no less, and she was no less worried. The dragon's massive head turned and decided to dine on a new joy then: Tristan seemed close and shiny enough for it. Lenia's eyes widened and like a child in fear, she covered her eyes, unable to watch so close. What shocked her was William's protest. Wait. He was asking the dragon to stop? She poked her big eyes through her fingers and watched as William tamed the creature before him to quite literally, spit Tristan back out. The mess that came back out, was certainly Tristan all in one piece and covered in sticky, slightly yellish saliva. Lenia touched her own throat in slight disgust.

And on cue, Geoffrey and her knights of Argis appeared, along with Rickkard who didn't knwo what the hell to do at this point. "Stop!" Lenia commanded them before they drew arrows unto the dragon, who's ears seemed to pick up on the fact it was about to be attacked... then spared by a human woman. "Will-- Sir William, is a dragon lord. Don't hurt the creature. End the violence now. And by order on my commend, I demand you arrest this man at my feet."

Rickkard's jaw dropped and Tristan struggled to stand, his sword sliding from his hand and skidding to Charle's feet. Rickkard demanded a explanation, trying to reach his wife, but William seemed to stop it. "Why? Because he is now considered a conspirator in the murder of the late Princess, then Lady Jocelyn of Berges. Such evidence will be put where it is meant to be put: in trial. Gentlemen!" God, that felt good to do! And having a massive dragon standing behind me and everything. She certainly felt like a queen, but looked like a run away, dirt on her pretty face, her gown torn at the ends. Geoffrey personally escorted Tristan with six guards back to Argis where his trial would be decided under Arthur's blessing.

Lenia shyly looked back to William after exerting her authority. Behind dark lashes, she turned to the dragon behind him. "William... this dragon seems to be following you like a puppy. Perhaps it only wanted someone to have near it," she added, shrugging slightly and released her hair from the messy braid, shaking her head innocently and blowing some hair from her face. Sighing, her shoulders slumped. She was one exhausted little pregnant princess. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Rickkard wasn't watching, Lenia reached up and stroked the side of his face, pressing her lips to his own. "Your wound... shall I carry you?" She teased softly, hoping he would catch her own mock of him always having to carry her after their sexual rounds. The dragon huffed softly behind them and Lenia pulled from William gently and looked to the dragon. "Will is there still somewhere... you need to be? I'm safe now, I promise. The trial dates and judgement from my father will take time. You have time. We have time. Myrtle must be worried about us, too." Her hand idly rested on her belly and she smiled at him lightly, though her eyes burned with exhaustion. If only she could go somewhere far away from all this matter. A place to simply rest and relax and to be with her one love... Her eyes once again, wondered to the dragon in curiosity.

(OOC: Trip to the steamy mountains?)

Lenia was absolutely marvelous as she put her foot down and began giving orders. William couldn’t help but watch her with an awestruck gaze. He had always sensed that there was something strong inside of Lenia; but she had behaved in such a meek manner up until this point. This new Lenia was wonderful, he liked the little change. There was just something so attractive about a powerful woman whose will was so strong that men quickly ran to obey it. It was yet another one of the many things he loved about his Lenia. She was always full of surprises.

Once her orders were given and started to be obeyed, she approached him. William thought was gorgeous with her hair wild and a little dirt on her face. It made her look…tough. And while he loved how she looked all prim and proper with her fancy gowns and silky stockings, he also liked the more wild tigress side of Lenia. But soon enough, William noticed that she looked absolutely exhausted. He immediately became concerned; not only for her health but also for their child’s.

“Are you alright Lenia?” Apparently she wasn’t too tired; she afforded enough energy to tease him. The young knight chuckled at her question. That would be quite a sight: his massive, muscular body getting toted around by his lithe lover’s. “My wound is fine…nothing some bandages won’t fix. Charles needs a little more practice with his bow.” Part of him still couldn’t believe that Charles had shot him! Though he did understand how it had happened…the boy had been so flustered and scared.

“Mmm…” William closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh upon feeling her delicate hand on the side of his bearded face. How he had missed her touch and all these little things…but most of all he had missed –her-. William craved the feeling of Lenia’s sweat slickened skin under him as they made love. He wanted to touch and hold every last bit of her…it had been so long since they had been together. He needed to make sure he still remembered every curve and valley of her body.

Their shared kiss was far too brief and so terribly chaste. But he knew they had to behave while prying eyes were around. Hopefully he they would get some much needed alone time soon. Then he could shower her with proper kisses and make up for lost time. Apparently they were thinking the same thing because no sooner had he thought it, Lenia was asking if there was anywhere he needed to be.

“No…there is nowhere I need to be except by your side. How about we go far away for a little while? The dragon was showing me some lovely memories of its home in the mountains. We’d just need to stop somewhere to get a few supplies…” It would not be the most luxurious vacation, but it would certainly be the most peaceful one. “Perhaps we could stop by Myrtle’s and borrow some supplies? I feel as though bringing a dragon into the village to go shopping may terrify the people. Besides, maybe she’d like to see the big beast.” William grinned as the dragon nudged him gently with it’s snout. It seemed as though the big creature wanted to go to the mountains too. It would probably be glad to be somewhere where people didn’t constantly try to shoot at it or stab it to death.

With their vacation plans settled, William motioned for the dragon to lay down and for it to extend its wing so that they could climb up onto its back. The humongous lizard had plenty of ridges and spines to grab onto so surely they would not be tossed from the beast on their ride to the mountains. But just in case, William positioned Lenia so that she sat right infront of him. He pressed his muscled body in behind her to help secure her; a strong arm wrapped around her waist to make sure she didn’t slip off or fall anywhere. Then he pat the dragon lightly and then the beast was off. It took several quick steps forward before it’s wings began to flap, sending them higher and higher into the air and away from the nonsense of today.

Lenia quickly waved her hands, promising that she would be fine, indicating that her health would not entirely be at risk. SHe was merely winded and just exhausted of the events that had piled up. And she had to admit, it was hard knowing that she had to do them alone and without the comfort of knowing if William was safe, where he was, who he was with. But she loved him so very dearly that she figured none of it all really mattered in the grand scheme of things. Turning up to him when he mentioned going away to a place where they could both be at peace. Her eyebrows rose in thought. Like the honeymoon she was suppose to have gone on? But how was she suppose to tell her parents that she was... away? Perhaps Myrtle could help her in that endeavor. Nodding to William, she smiled brightly through the bits of dirty upon her cheeks and nose. "Yes, to auntie's."

As William command the dragon, she watched as it's wing lowered to their height. The creeping fears came crawling up her spine, but Lenia refused to be entirely intimated. After all, she wasn't eaten yet. That certainly said something! Carefully positioning herself comfortably upon it's scaly back, she felt William situate himself up behind her and position his body against her. Oh, what that did to her! A faint blush rose on her cheeks and she relaxed against his body, wondering of this is what her breasts felt like against his front...

But before she could ramble on that note, William's soft pat indicated the beast take flight. "Will--" Lenia questioned, a little frightened, but his grip on her waist tightened to his promise of not letting her go and she reclined back against him as best as she could. The dragon eventually soared into the sky and Lenia let out a small cry, her hands coming over. "Not many people ride dragons! Especially not princesses!" Was her innocent, confused reply, but large hands came up and opened her up to her fears, allowing her to embrace this new world above the ground. And she took quite a liking to it. "Whoa!" Was all the young princess let out and her body gradually leaned more easily against her lover and her fingertips slipped their once tight grip upon the dragon's rough back. It was incredible. But how did it know where to go? William must have been communicating with it, somehow. "Will, does the dragon have a name?"

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And with only ten more minutes, they covered enough span to land into the forest clearing near Mrytle's house. She seemed to be expecting him and Charles was there, holding a scroll that Lenia recgonized as royal documentation. Such a clever boy! "Look what the dragon dragggged in!" Mrytle called up to William and Lenia as her new prince helped her down. Lenia leaned up and kissed him softly in gentle, quick thanks and hurried over, being mindful of her belly, and hugged her aunt. "I'm alright," she added, noticing Myrtle's big eyes scanning her cut above her brow. "You must help William, please. There is much to discuss. Charlie, the documents?" She asked softly, Charlie handing them to her, grinning.

"Mi'lady, this states that you are taking a 'personal leave' to Berges in order to await the trial dates of King Tristan. That is where King Aruthur decided the dates. Your father agreed a vacation was in order, especially in your pregnancy, as did your mother. She added the hot springs in Berges and fresh air are quite becoming of an 'expecting mother.'" Charles cheeks turned a little pink, memorizing word for word on the Queen's exact words to which earned him Lenia's soft lips against his cheek. "Thank you again, Charlie. You are my hero."

"And Willy's attacker from the looks of this wound!" Cried Mrytle who was down on her hands and knees observing William's leg and no doubt the budlge between in, grinning up at him in her old ways. The stiff - literally - needed to lighten up. Everything was so miserable with this one! Getting up with William's protests, she grinned and turned to the dragon thgen back to William. "He won't be leaving any time soon it seems. Might as well give the dragon a bit of a treat." She asked Lenia to get some deer meat in the large basin from inside to which Lenia promply did, having a little trouble carrying it out. "Ah, I"m sorry.. it's a little difficult now," her hands touched her belly and Myrtle smacked the palm of her hand to her forehead. "Ack! Forgive me, dear. You're always just so eager to help me. Thank you." Lenia happily nodded, but figured that would be the last time she'd be lifting anything heavy.

Once the basin was placed in front of the dragon, it seemed to feast upon it's new dinner quite happily for having to wait for it's new found friend and mate. Lenia moved inside, asking for a quick bath which Myrtle prepared already and asked William to undress so that she could properly bandage him while Charles helped pass the ointments. After a little while, Lenia returned in a white, simple cotton dress and her hair long ad clean, face natural. "I hope you don't mind me wearing this."

"I don't. It was your mothers when she was your age." Lenia bowed her head gently in gratitude and hurried to William who was freshly changed as well and hugged him tenderly. Myrtle asked Charles to pour the freshly brewed tea and the older woman cleared her throat after hearing the dragon give what sounded like a loud yawn or snore from outside. "Now, where is it you'd like to go again? And what will you be needing?" Her eyebrows raised and Lenia shyly looked down at her mug, tapping the glass with a delicate fingernail. Charles' eyebrows went up in surprise, quickly looking to his master, head cocked to one side, news to him as well. Lenia decided to break it first, feeling obligated to her aunt.

"William and I would like to take a little time for ourselves in the mountains until Tristan's trial. I'm sure Charles has covered you with detail," the younger man nodded vigorously to which Myrtle acknowledged with a soft wave of her hand, and another sip of tea. "Perhaps you'd be willing to... lend us some supplies. Some cloth, some food for just a few days to get us settled. I know there are warmer places in the mountains, it isn't all cool. But I'm unclear of where our new friend is taking us." She glanced to William and offered him a trusting smile. She knew very little of her new William, but she trusted him. Her hand reached over to his and a smile parted her pretty pink lips. Lenia looked so natural in the white cotton garb, her hair simply long and brushed back. She looked quite natural.

"Of course. But on a few conditions. One, of course, you come back in one piece. And two.. you give your child my name."

"Erm.. what if it's a boy?"

"Michael. And just a middle name. I want to be the middle-woman in there somewhere. I expect you'll come to me when you're ready to give birth, not those silly doctors. No doubt by the time you're ready for labor, you'll need my expertise now that William has dragon blood." Her eyes flickered to him a moment and Lenia looked confused, taking a slow sip of her tea. "That's all then, auntie? Then of course. And I'm willing to pay you whatever I can when I return home. Father has no issue with my absence since he believes I will arrive in Berges come four days. But I must be prompt in my arrival for Rickkard will no doubt meet me in Berges in that amount of time." Myrtle nodded and glanced to the youngins at her table before beginning to pack for them.

Truth be told, William was absolutely terrified of the ride! It was both exhilarating and yet absolutely frightening to be so far above the countryside. And as if sensing his worry, the dragon sent him an image of itself spiraling downwards to catch either of them with it’s teeth if they should fall off it’s back. This put the young knight much more at ease and he relaxed a bit. At least he didn’t have to fear death…but it was a little unnerving to have the massive dragon in his mind. He could feel the beast poking around a bit, as if trying to learn more about him through his memories. What curious beasts dragons were!

“It’s ok…you’re safe.” William kissed the top of her head lightly and held onto her a bit tighter. He couldn’t help but chuckle and took her hands gently away from her face as she hid her eyes from the view. “You’re not just a regular ol’ Princess my love. Why shouldn’t you be galavanting around on dragons?” And it was true, princesses didn’t run around with silly knights or fall in love with dragon lords…nor did they break that dragon lord out of jail and smuggle him out of the castle walls. They didn’t have witches for aunts or were brave enough to sneak away from their guards to go to brothels and be with common folk.

William couldn’t help but gently run his hand over her slightly swollen belly as they flew along. His child was in there! His lover and their baby were safe and sound with him. It was exciting! Almost as much as this ride so far above the earth. Perhaps it was a good thing Lenia couldn’t see him right now, he was grinning like an absolute idiot. The question of the dragon’s name made William nudge the beast a little bit to get its attention. Of course it’s name came in a booming roar which William couldn’t very well say…so the dragon showed him pictures of hawks and other birds of prey, hoping that William could assign him a name. “His name is Astor.”

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The young knight was relieved to be back onto the nice, solid ground. With a little wince, he managed to clamber down first so that he could help Lenia down from the dragon. Damnit! Another chaste kiss to his lips! But Myrtle and Lenia seemed excited to catch up while he hobbled towards them. He cringed as the old woman called him ‘Willy’. Then he shifted uncomfortably as she surveyed his bloody thigh…was she looking elsewhere too?! Gah! He blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Now that the dragon was all taken care of and Lenia was busy taking a bath, it was William’s turn to have some attention given to him. He hopped up onto the patient’s bed in Myrtle’s hut and tried his best to sit still as she fussed over him. “Really…I can take care of it my-SELF” He winced as the old woman ripped the arrowhead from his flesh which caused a new stream of blood to trickle forth. Thankfully Charles and her were quick with the ointments and bandages. By the time Lenia was out of her bath, William was all patched up and had changed into a fresh white tunic and pair of black leather pants.

“Wow…” William murmured under his breath as he caught sight of his beloved in such a simple dress that seemed to make her look all the more beautiful. He liked the natural beauty that came with simple things; the plain white cotton made it easier for William to focus on Lenia’s creamy skin, silky black hair, and absolutely gorgeous honey-brown eyes. He accepted her delicate hand that was offered to him, giving the back a gentle kiss before lowering it back to their sides, lacing their fingers together.

“Both conditions sound fair; I will always do my best to keep Lenia safe from harm. And your second condition isn’t bad…Michael or Myrtle for a middle name…it’s a deal. And the very least we can do for all you’ve done.” William smiled as he looked down toward Lenia’s stomach. Part of him wished for a girl…just so Myrtle wouldn’t be giving their poor son ridiculous diminutive forms of his name. Willy…GAH! How horrible! He grew a little worried though when Myrtle began to insist that Lenia have her child here instead of with the doctors. Would their be complications now that William had dragon blood? Was his seed effecting the baby? Or would he just terrorize the doctors with his temper the moment that Lenia went into labor and they could do nothing for her pain?

Well…worrying about all that would do them no good. For now William tried to think of happier things: like the time he would spend with Lenia in the mountains. It was fall now…surely it would be absolutely beautiful as long as they stayed away from the sections where it had began to snow early.

“Just rest here for a bit…I’ll help Myrtle pack and then load up our gear.” He gave Lenia a light kiss to the lips and then helped Myrtle pack clothing for them as well as sleeping mats and the like. Then he went out with Charles to the dragon. Charles had been good enough to bring their horses that were already laden with William’s gear. He chose a couple of heavier fur cloaks that they could use as blankets. As well as his own bow and quiver incase they wanted some fresh food while camping in the mountains. Now that that was all set, they began strapping the bags to the dragon, who grunted and grumbled a bit at having humans climb all over it and disturb it’s nap.

“I want you to meet us at my farm on the outskirts of Berges in four days. Hire a carriage for Lenia so that she doesn’t have to ride please.” William said as they headed back towards the hut.

“Sure thing Sir!” Charles was glad to be going home. It would give him a chance to see his mom and dad.

“And make sure you’re careful. Don’t camp outside of villages at night if you can help it. And if you have to make sure it’s off the path and you turn out your-“

“Yes Sir. I know to extinguish the fire so bandits don’t sneak up on me.” Charles interrupted. He knew how to take care of himself!

“I just worry for you.” William gave him a stern look for interrupting and then pat his shoulder gently. It wasn’t often that the knight and squire were away from one another. Now that everything was taken care of, he moved into the hut to extract Lenia from Myrtle’s fussing. “She’ll be fine…I promise to bring her back in one piece.”

“See to it you do Willy! Don’t think I won’t turn you into a toad! I like Lenia a lot more than I like you.” Myrtle handed her niece a little bag of potions and bandages on their way out. “The green one is for morning sickness. The red one is incase William’s wound gets infected.”

After having to deal with a little more fussing from Myrtle, as well as many hugs goodbye, William was finally able to help Lenia up onto the dragon. He grabbed Charlie’s fur cloak and wrapped his lover up in it, knowing it would get a little chilly once they got into the mountains. Then off they went, the dragon roaring happily as they sped off towards it’s home in the high peaks.

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They were only in the air for about half an hour, but had probably covered quite the distance! The dragon had been flying through the clouds for a little ways but now swooped down lower. It revealed a beautiful scene of a crystal clear lake surrounded by trees that were turning shades of yellow and red. The big black creature decided to show off a bit, flying so low to the lake that it’s taloned hands caused waves over the mirror-like surface. There was a massive cave towards the end of the lake: this must’ve been the dragon’s home.

The inside of the cave was very warm, it appeared to have a rather large hot spring right inside! Thank goodness…William could use a nice hot bath after they set up a little camp for themselves. The dragon landed right infront of the entrance, laying down so that William could help Lenia down and then toss their packs to the floor. Free to do as it pleased, the dragon rushed towards the back of the cave, causing the ground to tremble as it walked along. William could see a little bit of glinting in the direction the dragon was headed. That must be where it kept it’s nest.

“Well…how about we set up the bed and I’ll make us a fire before it gets dark?” William smiled and gave Lenia a soft kiss on the lips. Unsure of how much she could do in her condition, he wanted to leave it open to her discretion. She could help him set up their little camp or not, he didn’t mind either way. But he began sifting through their packs to set up their sleeping mats and fur blankets. Even though the cave was very warm, there was a little cross breeze that sent chilly gusts of wind past them every once in awhile.

With William's blessing to rest, she nodded idly and looked to the room, still feeling as though she -needed- to do something. But then again, that was most of her life; always doing something for someone else. Perhaps this vacation was more needed than anything. Lounging as William and Myrtle packed, she stood when William was ready to ride. She followed him outside to the dragon and allowed him to help her sit comfortably, placing a fur cloak upon her shoulders as she thanked him, her hand over his for a brief moment. Lenia tucked away her potions, making sure everything was safe and secure. "Please take care, auntie. Charlie!" She called to him as well as the dragon began to flap it's massive wings and ascend to the sky above them.

The distance they covered had been quite incredible, really. Lenia hadn't really been counting the hours, but had enjoyed the ride and seemed to understand why the dragon wished to return in such haste. It was beautiful up here! The mountains revealed the lake surrounded by wooded green now shaded in reds and browns with the turning seasons. As they surfaced above the glassy waters, she leaned down a little, watching it's ripples. "It's beautiful!" She admired out loud, probably louder than she needed to, but she didn't care. Not many princesses could do what she had done now!

Eventually, toward teh end of the lake sat a well pushed back and opened space cave. It appeared rather homey than from a distance as it landed and padded it's way to the back where something glittered that way. Lenia tilted her head, trying to take a quick peek, curious. But William offered that they set up a bed and that he'd make a fire before it grew too dark. "Oh, yes, please." The young princess smiled up at him and allowed his lips to connect with her own for the brief, sweetest of moments. Sighing softly, she rolled back her shoulders and exmained their decent amount of supplies. It wasn't as though the dragon could carry any less, she was just happy she had enough to bring along for her own comforts. This wasn't a sort of thing she had done before. So let's see, beds...

It was hard for her at first, and at times, she could feel William watching her to a point where he decided to just help her unroll the mats and fur blankets. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not a very good traveler or adventurer." Sheepishly, she moved some long lengths of hair behind her ears and shrugged, leaning down to smooth out some of the blankets that overlapped for great comfort and smoothness. She began to fill the goose-feathered pillows with their silken cases that Myrtle had provided for them. "It seems Astor is quite preoccupied back there. Do you think he minds us?" She offered, a little concerned.

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After the couple had settled in, Lenia asked that William set them something to eat and offered to watch it cook and cut it for him while he stripped and get into the hot spring near them. It was so nice that everything was so... close. Even the steam from the hot spring could be felt and quite inviting. So different from palace life. Licking her fingers after the rabbit and deer meat was cooked, she placed it upon the little wooden plates and handed the clean utensils to him. Immediately, Lenia could hear the snout of the dragon inhale inward than outward. "Do you want some?" She called to the dragon who seemed to appear back at the human's side, looking to the dragon lord first as it approached the female. Lenia handed a plate to William and made him promise to tell her if it was overcooked or just done right.

Shyly, Lenia held some of the meat up in the palm of her hand. "Astor, yes?" The dragon blinked a few times and looked back to the dragon lord behind the female. Lenia licked her fingertips on her free hand then stood up, facing Astor and placing the meat at his teeth. "Thank you for letting me stay here." Astor, whether he understood or not was unclear to Lenia, but the dragon gobbled the tasty meat whole and Lenia quickly returned to William's side, eating her own plate, now once again, quite shy. But she had braved the dragon, that was a good start to her day.

After eating, Lenia stripped down to William's level, and more. In her bra and panties, she wiggled out of both and hummed softly, slipping into the waters. "Mm, that feels so, so, nice... and so very, very, needed." She sighed loudly and closed her eyes, trying not to groan too loudly in her pleasure for fear that it may turn William on far too easily and far too quickly. Dipping herself further into the steamy waters, small shoulders rose and her nimble hands whipped her hair up into a messy bun upon her head. Rolling her shoulders back, Lenia relaxed.

“You make a good traveler. And I’m sure you’re on your way to becoming a good adventurer too.” The young knight smiled encouragingly at his lover as he helped her make up the beds. She’d already had quite a few adventures already. As long as she didn’t complain, William would consider her an excellent traveling companion, if a little bit of an inexperienced one. At least she was no more inept than Charles had been when he had first come into William’s care. The young knight had had to show the boy how to do almost –everything-, several times over even. How to hunt for dinner, how to build a fire, how to cook the hunt over the fire…how to scrape all the charcoal off the dinner so that it was at least a little edible after being burnt to a crisp. Lenia was already beating out Charles as far as camping experience went, at least she knew how to cook over a fire.

It was a good thing they were around so much water though. William remembered the first time he had had to clean his and Charles’ dishes with dirt. Yes, you can do that! And yes, it works…though how –sanitary- they are afterwards is up for debate, the dishes will look rather clean after getting rubbed down with earth. Lenia probably wouldn’t appreciate their plates being cleaned in such a manner though. But at least all this water allowed for them to stay well cleaned and perhaps he could show her how to go fishing tomorrow just so they could change what was on the menu. Perhaps even Astor could change what was on the menu too. He must eat things other than villagers and peasants, surely the dragon knew where the best places to hunt were.

“I don’t think he minds us. He seems a lot less lonely now. I think he’s just tired. He did cause quite a bit of a stir today, must’ve been exhausting.”

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As he stripped down to his underwear and hopped into the warm water for a nice long soak while his lover prepared dinner. William just sort of let his mind wander. He enjoyed the company of Lenia…and also liked that conversations between them were not forced. The quietness that stretched didn’t feel awkward or strange…it was nice…comfortable even. And it allowed him to think long and hard about what was troubling him the most: that his uncle had murdered his older sister and now William was the rightful heir to the Berges throne. What did that mean for the match made alliance between Berges and Argis? What did that mean for Rickkard and Lenia’s marriage? He was a violent little man…surely the king and courts would allow them a divorce if Lenia so wished it.

GAH! For the first time since the news had hit him, William realized that he was –related- to that stocking wearing, abusive, cowardly, twat! The thought made him shudder. How could two kinsmen be so incredibly different?

His thoughts came back to their homey little cave as the smell of deer and rabbit grew strong and more mouthwatering the closer it came to being fully cooked through. The smell also seemed to draw out their new friend from his nap who kept eying the plate of food that William was now holding thanks to Lenia. Good thing she was offering Astor his own piece, Will was pretty sure the dragon was going to come over and snag his!

Is it poison? The dragon looked at William curiously and then back at the food Lenia was offering. It wasn’t on a plate…he didn’t get a plate too? Was his food different?

William jumped a little bit, startled and still not quite used to having a presence in his mind that was not his own. “No, Lenia and I will never feed you anything that might be poison. Go ahead, take it. It’s very good.”

And with that little bit of permission, Astor gobbled up his portion of food and then retreated back towards his nest now that there were no more treats for him to have.

William and Lenia shared a quite pleasant dinner together. And it appeared as though William’s dessert was going to be a half-naked Princess bathing with him! But he was a little…apprehensive about being with her in a much more intimate way and was actually glad that she was still clothed…almost. He definitely wouldn’t be able to resist her if she were naked. And he was very unsure about making love to her now that she was officially married. Their relationship was just so damn odd. So instead William decided to talk to her a bit about Astor since Lenia was a little bit out of the loop since she couldn’t talk to the massive beast.

“He said thank you for the food…I think. And he likes you, that much I’m certain of. Though he is confused why I chose a mate that is lacking sharp claws and big teeth to defend the baby with.” William chuckled as he leaned over to give Lenia a soft kiss. “He understands the things you tell him…he’s very, very old; old enough to know how humans and most other animals speak. Well…old in terms of humans I suppose, he acts like a puppy though; I bet he’s young for a dragon.”

“When he talks to me…he shows me lots of pictures and memories to help me understand the things he’s saying. Or he’ll make me feel emotions. It’s very…weird…having him poking around in my head and giving me new memories. But he likes us here…there used to be a lot of other dragons in these mountains but they must’ve moved away or been slain by treasure hunters.” William had never really felt sympathy for the beasts until now, always thinking that dragons were mindless brutes that caused destruction for fun. Having Astor lurking around in his mind had shown him that he had been very, very wrong. They were capable of emotions…and Astor was a very, very lonely young dragon with no family left.

William could hear the clinking and shifting around of what sounded like gold coins as Astor readjusted his nest. After several minutes of relaxing in the hot spring with Lenia, the beast came parading out, looking rather proud of itself as though it had done something very clever. Which it had, because Astor was quite a smart dragon. The big black reptile nudged William and made the dragon lord offer him his hand before putting something very, very small into the knight’s palm.

“Astor…I can’t take this, it’s part of your nest.”

The dragon huffed, blowing steam out of it’s nostrils. Humans didn’t do –anything- right!! Didn’t the dragon lord know mates were supposed to take care of babies -together-?! The little golden ring wasn’t for William, it was for his mate! That was how they said they were lifemates, yes? The male gave the female something shiny to put on her hand. Just like how dragons do…but dragons were bigger, so they gave their mates many more shiny things than one silly little ring. Astor had been in the knight’s head. He had seen the hopes and dreams that revolved around marrying the tiny little female that was pregnant with his young.

“Humans are more…complicated than that…” There was still the very large problem that Lenia was –already- married.

But Astor didn’t understand all the intricacies and politics of human mating rituals. All he understood was that the baby inside of Lenia smelled like fire. Therefore she and the baby must belong to the dragon lord. It was very simple really, why did humans make things so complicated? It’s like they did these things on purpose! So with a grumble and a look that said ‘The way humans mate is stupid’, the dragon retreated back to it’s nest to ponder William’s knowledge of human mating customs.

“Uh…so…” William offered Lenia a sheepish smile. Well this was…awkward…thanks a lot Astor! And this wasn’t quite how he imagined proposing. Though he supposed he really couldn’t propose anyways since she was already taken. But at least, the thought and the possibility were out there. “Heh…well…I guess I’ve got a ring for you if we are ever able to get married.” How many other women could say they had an engagement ring from a dragon’s nest?

When William joined her, she smiled and sat down more comfortably, enjoying the warmth of her new found bath. He leaned over to kiss her and explain a little more about Astor. It fascinated her, soaking in such information like that caused her body to shiver slightly in excitement every time William talked about such things. But it was most important to note that he was alive and well from becoming this new person. He was no monster. She moved closer to him as Astor came back and William turned slightly. Lenia idly began to braid her wet hair over her shoulder in silence, in thought.

When her beloved returned her in hesitation, she tilted her head, trying to ask what was wrong. A small smile was peaking between the cracks of her coral pink lips as he revealed to her a little golden ring. Raising her eyebrows, she looked back up to William, finding his words terribly saddening. Blinking hard, she scratched the back of her head and laughed softly, finding it awful ironic that Rickkard, her own husband, hadn't presented her with rings. He 'promised' to bring one of his grandmother's, goodness know's when. Rickkkard was the type who married because there was motive behind it. Sure, he may have been physically attractive to Lenia, but that was all.

"May I wear it, please?"

Shyly, she outstretched her right hand then paused, gasping softly before switching out her hands, embarassed, and outstretched her left hand. "My miarrgae finger. So it leads to my heart," she added innocently but offered him her biggest of smiles, her usual expression for him as he should have expected no less from his almost princess-bride. Though technically... she very well could have been. William, though some details still seemed shaded to her, appeared to be a royal of Berges, if not the nexxt in line for the throne. Why couldn't we have discovered that sooner? Then again, she could just declare to abdicate, but that would raise one too many eyebrows. And if she lost her inheritance how could she provide for her little one? It would be wrong to just depend soley upon William for that, it wasn't right. Touching her belly idly in thought, leaning her head back against the rocks.

Zoning out, William brought her back to their little cave and she waved a hand, apolozging that the steam was just making her a little more dizzy than usual. It seemed to worry him when her eyes began to close but she pinched her cheeks and asked that he grab towels for the two of them and her night dress that Myrtle offered that was long sleeved and mostly cotton and comfortable. Shyly, Lenia slipped into the cotton and allowed her lingerie previously to dry out on the rocks with William's. Curling up into their makeshift bed, she shivered, finding her body playing tricks on her. Is this what came with pregnancy? Always inconsistant temperatures and illnesses? Joyous. Closing her eyes, she reached up to William, asking when he finished to lay with her when he could. "Please," she asked softly, and when he did she brought herself into his arms.

"You're so warm, Will," Lenia whispered against his shoulder, her body melting against his oh so nicely. Sighing in relief, she could hear Astor stomping around lightly further back, though it did not bother her. In fact the sound was releiving like a grand father clock, ticking, reminding her it was on her side for now. She brought her left hand to her lips and kissed the ring upon her finger. "I don't want Rickkard to raise our baby," Lenia added lightly, knowing they'd have to start bringing some reality, some realism to their future and now was the time to discuss it. Now was the time where they could freely talk, argue, dscuss, madly love one another in every animalistic or every and any sweet way. "I'm scared he's going to do something irrational, and I might do something stubborn right back." She felt her hand move slowly to her belly and she carefully reminded herself that any backbone she would try to hold may work against her.

"What can we do, Will? We can't force you to accept your royal line. You can deny it, you don't have to have anything to do with it. I'll love you no matter what. I love you as you, my Will." Her fingertips began to work slow, steady, small motions upon his chest.

She wanted to –wear- the ring? Really?! William’s usually serious bearded face burst into a massively idiotic, lovesick grin. Now they each had something that marked them for someone else: he had her necklace and she had his ring. Though…she’d probably have to remove it when they were out of this cave and headed to Berges. Surely Rickkard would not like to see a ring from another man on his wife’s finger. How had the dolt been so selfish to not give her one? William would have gladly spend every bit of coin he had ever saved up for a proper ring for Lenia if he had been given the chance. Thankfully Astor had been so kind as to let him have this little treasure, which probably would have cost William his horse –and- all the savings he had.

Wandering knights tend to not make a lot of money. Well…at least not when they have a growing Squire to feed and clothe. Usually the expenses of the apprentice fell on the parents. But since Charles’ family was of the lowest class, William accepted any money they gave him with great reluctance, and always ended up putting it into the bank so that Charles would have some money when he finished his apprenticeship.

Thoughts of his little friend aside, it was time for them to get out of this hot spring. Lenia’s dizziness from the steam was making William rather worried. He knew very little about what exactly pregnancy entailed…other than the woman could sometimes get moody and she was often sick in the morning. Whether or not dizzy spells were normal, he didn’t want to find out. So helped Lenia out of the hot spring after he had brought her over a towel and night shirt. While she was busy changing and getting under the covers, he gave her a little privacy. His back was to her as he fiddled with the fire, adding a couple more pieces of wood.

“Give me one moment, love.” He answered after she called for him to come to bed. William changed out of his wet shorts as quickly as he could. Then he put on a fresh pair and came back to bed. Lenia had never recoiled from his scarred chest thus far, so he felt comfortable enough to sleep in just a pair of linen shorts. William crawled under the fuzzy fur blankets with her and wrapped her up into his strong arms. He loved being with her…something about her cooled his rage and tempered his strength. It took him less and less conscious willing of his muscles to hold her gently. He was starting to feel like his old self again…at least for as long as he was with here he did.

“I don’t want Rickkard to raise our baby either.” William agreed. Just the thought of it made him cringe. What if Lenia had a son who grew fat and lazy like the dolt that was raising him? Or worse, what if she had a daughter that didn’t have a strong, caring father around to protect her?!

William tensed a bit at her next statement. Rickkard must have been growing more and more violent. What if he –really- hurt Lenia? Was he capable of doing something drastic? Like Tristan had to William’s mother? Or would Rickkard just escalate from his slaps to all out beatings of the young knight’s lover and possibly their child. ARGH! He’d kill him! And if Lenia wasn’t in his arms, tracing little designs along his chest, he’d probably ride away right now and run his sword right through the coward and be done with it! No one was going to hurt his family! Not even his –real- family. Ugh…he was related to that imbecile.

Besides…William wasn’t a murderer. He had killed many men, but had murdered none. The prospect of gutting Rickkard terrified him. His rage –wanted- Rickkard to die a slow, horrible and painful death, but his heart did not wish such a thing upon anyone. Would the monster that lay dormant inside of him as long as Lenia was around break free if he was ever left alone with Rickkard? They were cousins now…surely they’d see each other sometime in Berges. That was, if William did indeed take his place as rightful heir. Did he even –want- that?

Lenia’s promise that she would love him, Lord of Berges or not, soothed him visibly. It had been a nagging fear in the back of his head the entire time. That perhaps she would never wish to marry him because he was of such a lower class than royalty. He was but a mere knight after all…well…a knight who as of this morning was now expected to lead a nation.

“I…” William paused, thinking hard before he continued. “I love Berges…many people see it as a poor country with an impressive military that is tormented by dragons and barbarians. But I see it as my home…and I love my home. I’d love to make my home better… When the Queen was still alive, I remember the city being quite nice. She must’ve been keeping a close eye on Tristan because almost a year after she passed away, the gap between the lower class and the nobles became even wider. There’s much unrest. The city isn’t a safe place anymore…part of me wants to take the lead and change that. But the other part of me doesn’t even know what to do if I did indeed take the lead!” William sighed, a little frustrated. He had goals, but no understanding of how politics worked. He couldn’t very well just go wielding his sword to solve problems as a King. “So I’m still unsure if I want to take it or not…”

“But what if I do accept my birthright? Do you think…perhaps…perhaps your father would let you leave Rickkard? If he knew that Rickkard was violent and a drunkard? If I took away the only redeeming quality he has which is his birthright? –My- birthright now? Perhaps he’d let you marry me instead after the divorce?” William’s brow furrowed a bit after he asked the question. This was ridiculous. Lenia wasn’t a piece of property to shuffled about! And yet here they were…talking about how to get her away from Rickkard and into William’s arms.

“I just want to be with you Lenia…” William brought a strong, calloused hand up to her cheek, gently cupping the cool skin with his warm flesh. “I love you, I don’t want to have to sneak around and hide. I don’t want to be an adulteror…I just want to be married to you so that we can raise our child together in a good home.” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

What he wouldn’t give for them to just be able to run away together and give up their responsibilities to their homelands.

William had a right to be so conflicted. It was both a blessing and a curse to be in such a position. She sighed softly, closing her eyes. William was so sure she would be able to up and leave Rickkard so easily like so, but their world was not so easy. Perhaps it was better if he never inherited such a royal title. "People hurt other people all the time, William. And unfortunately he has more say than I do as my husband. As much as I dislike it, that is how the world cooperates." She wiggled her brow, trying to think of another way before frowning. "They would want a reason for the divorce and if I married you right away, they would suspect us of an affair while I was betrothed to Rickkard. That could cause us even more of a headache," she rubbed her temple out of just the thought of it.

Taking a deep breath, the princess blew some hair from her face and allowed her lips to connect to William's, a warm hand coming to her chilly flesh. He was so right; she wanted no less. "I know, it's just... difficult. We must tread lightly. First things first, we must put Tristan in his place. Perhaps then can the thread unwind itself," her little mind was working again as she placed a finger to her chin in thought. William seemed to like her like this and she blushed, shyly turning away from him before chuckling softly. "Don't look at me in such a way," she teased him, her own hands coming up to hold the sides of his face, reaching up to kiss him tenderly. Those light kisses turned into something warm and passionate as their usual communications had.

Carefully, she moved herself slowly around and above him, allowing him to hold her as he liked to. Pulling back gently, she blinked hard and nuzzled her head against the crook of his neck. "I miss it when we make love," she whispered, tapping her fingers against his chest as if impatiently but then leaned up and looked at his dark eyes, hoping he could figure her smile in the poor lighting. "Tomorrow, please. I want you to tear me to little bits," she purred and kissed right behind his ear and snuggled up into his arms. "Good niiiiight," she teased him on that note, feeling his hands grab her waist and rear causing a squeak and a laugh to burst from her mouth. "W-Will, I mean it! I'm sleepy, I swear!"

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And indeed, when their soft laughter and gentle words had finished in the darkness, Lenia had fell asleep happily and was first to wake between the two of them. She couldn't even hear Astor, figuring he must be catching up on sleep as well. Did dragons sleep more so than they thought? Thinking on that, she put out the dying flames and carefully moved herself to the edge of the cave to examine the morning and how beautiful it looked. Hugging herself, she rubbed her shoulders in a fresh morning chill and placed a hand to her belly. "We'll bring you here someday, too, alright little one? It's so beautiful... I hope that you will see it someday."

And with that, she changed slowly and silently as to not wake William, knowing he needed the rest. Rummaging through their bags, she started to make some bacon over the fire, hoping the pleasant smell would 'wake up the boys' from their slumber once it was finished cooking. Spotting the fishing rods and some of William's gear, she wondered if he would go hunting... and would he take her? Most princesses would refuse on hand and thought Lenia would have put herself in such a category, she also felt a little shiver of excitement if he wanted to. She wouldn't mind as long as he promised he wouldn't leave her alone somewhere.

Hearing William awaken, she turned to him, dressed in a simple yellow dress with a green vest and her comfortable flats. "Good morning, love!" She called cheerfully then immediately turned back to the bacon, hoping he liked it a little crispy. "And there's fresh milk that Myrtle brought us, or I can try and go get some fresh water from the springs..." She offered, pointing that it was just a walk ways out.

The growl, or perhaps a yawn, was heard from behind the cave where Astor seemed to have awakened. Lenia shyly lowered her head, a little intimated again when the dragon appeared and seemed to have something to say to William. Lenia wouldn't say it, but would William start talking to all the creatures of the forest next? Laughing internally, she bit her lip to keep from chuckling and leaned up after he changed, giving him a morning kiss. "I love you," she whispered and tugged at his overcoat, reminding him that it was a little chillier than usual today. "What shall we do today?"

( OOC: Feel free to take the reins. )

William gave a weary sigh. He had never before regretted his decision to make love to Lenia. But for the first time…part of him had desperately wished that he had just slept infront of the fireplace like a gentleman. Then all of this never would have happened. His mind wasn’t dull, he could definitely read and write as well as any nobleman and he had his own thoughts and opinions. But he just…he just couldn’t understand –why- Rickkard wasn’t to be punished for hitting Lenia. Yes, people hurt people all the time…but William did his best to go around the countryside either arresting those people or slaying them.

Her words reminded him of Geoffrey and Myrtle. More fate, more waiting, more destiny. He didn’t like those things…he liked to think that he carved his own destiny and his own luck.

But…without any sort of leads to grab onto, perhaps it would be best for their enemy to show their weaknesses first. So yes, he’d wait, he’d be patient as she suggested. Though if Rickkard laid another hand on her… William didn’t know how much longer he could sit idly by. He’d already broken the man’s face twice; the most recent time much more harshly than the first. It was only a matter of time before the young knight was consumed bys his dragon-like rage and did something drastic. If it weren’t for Lenia he probably would have…

He couldn’t help but smile a bit as he looked at her; -his- Lenia. With her finger on her chin in thought…she was so very beautiful. “I can’t help but look at you like this…you’re too beautiful in the firelight.” As strange as it was, being in this cave reminded him of their first time together; making love with only a bit of firelight and moonlight. Though their kisses were different now… -Her- kisses were different, more passionate, more confident; he had always loved how she kissed him but now they were just even better than they had been at the beginning.

“I hate to wait until tomorrow to ravish you?!” Will asked in mock consternation. He too was exhausted, but if she was going to tease him, he was going to tease her right back! So his hands flew down to her rear, playfully grabbing and squeezing the fleshy mounds to make her giggle. William couldn’t help but laugh along with her as he leaned down to kiss her neck, tickling the delicate flesh with his warm breath and bristly beard. When she wriggled around and batted him away he finally gave up his tickling assault and gave her a more pleasant kiss on the lips. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave.” He smiled, stealing one more kiss before he wished her good night and fell asleep with her in his arms.

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William was absolutely exhausted. He didn’t even notice the feeling of Lenia sneaking out of bed, nor did he notice the cooling of the sheets. Yesterday had been such a whirlwind of events: freeing the Knight Commander, finding out he was a royal, taming a giant dragon, running away to the mountains with his beloved…it had been a pretty busy day! Plus he hadn’t really slept during his time in the dungeon. But he did begin to finally stir when the smell of bacon wafted into his nose. With a little groan he rolled over, opening one of his dark eyes so that he could peek around the cave. He smiled a bit when he saw Lenia making breakfast. Reluctantly, the young knight made his way out from under the blankets, shivering a bit as he moved over to Lenia in just a pair of shorts to kiss the top of her head good morning. Then he wandered over towards their packs so that he could get dressed into a pair of leather trousers, a white knight’s shirt, and a fine looking dark brown leather overcoat with brass buttons.

“Milk is fine…we can go get water together later.” He didn’t want her wandering about or having to carry things in her condition. Maybe he was being over protective…but he couldn’t help it. His thoughts were dragged away from Lenia as Astor came up behind him, nudging him with his nose and then looking at Lenia…well…looking at the –bacon- that the princess was frying up. William couldn’t help but chuckle and pat his nose lightly. “I’m sure Lenia made a couple strips for you too.” The dragon seemed pleased by this answer and stomped over towards Lenia, patiently sitting down next to her and waiting to be fed from her hand. William shook his head in disbelief…good Lord, that dragon was just like a dog begging at the dinner table.

“I love you too.” William whispered back as Lenia tugged at his jacket and gave him a kiss good morning. He wrapped his arms around her, running his hands over her body to help warm her up. “Would you like my jacket? Or maybe a cloak if you’re cold?” Yes…-definitely- a bit of a worrying father-to-be. But she was only in a dress and a vest! And while she looked lovely in them, he couldn’t help but fret a little bit about her being warm enough.

“Hmm…how about we have breakfast. Then I’ll teach you how to be an adventurer?” William smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “We could go fishing or hunting…or maybe just go for a stroll through the woods if you don’t want to hurt any animals. But I can teach you how to use a bow or a rod if you like.” He did look a bit hopeful that she’d say ‘yes’ to hunting with him. William would really like her to learn how to use some sort of weapon…it would make him feel a little better about her having to deal with Rickkard. Maybe he’d teach her how to throw a punch tomorrow or the next day…

Though he knew how women were…it wasn’t going to hurt his feelings if she shot down his ideas of hunting and fishing. They could always figure out something else to do.

As Astor padded his way over, Lenia backed away slowly, allowing the massive dragon to fill the space of the room before lifting a few strands of bacon from her hand to plate below his nose which he greedily gobbled up. She only smiled and then turned back to William when he addressed their plans for the day. He took her into his arms, running his hands up along her body asking if she was cold. "No, actually, I'm quite alright, the jacket is wool as is the dress, I'm quite toasty. But thank you," she added politely and nodded quickly or his recommendations of 'teaching how to become an adventurer.'

They ate breakfast - Lenia eating almost as fast as he did in her excitement to his surprise - before they geared up, Lenia opting to take the quiver and bow which came in a nifty little package and strap that she could hold comfortable along her upper torso, wrapping it carefully over her head. "This isn't heavy at all, I promise." Lenia noted sincerely, wanting to make use of herself and followed William's lead as he packed what he needed too and they exited the cave, promising Astor they would return - or so Lenia gathered from the way those two looked at each other. It still never ceased to amaze her, really...

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Headed out into the woods, she shyly took her hand in his own and asked if it was alright. She knew they were hunting but why couldn't they do so romantically? Why the hell not. Grinning when she squeezed their hands, she allowed him to explain the uses of the bow and arrow, the kinds of animals it worked best on and how to position herself. Lenia reminded him that just because she was a woman who loved animals, she understood their purpose when it came to food. She would eventually eat them anyway, not sing to them like in the fairy tales.

Releasing the quiver from her back, she allowed up her bow and arrow from behind a little secluded area where a few deer were at the riverside. Lenia breathed softly in through her nose and out through her mouth as her lover gave her gentle instructions on how to align her bow. Carefully she did so, tilting her cheek a little, his rough but wonderful hands doing all the talking. How she loved what those hands could do... Focus on your hunting Lenia! Or you'll be the one hunted. A blush crept up on her cheeks when she turned to Will and nodded that she 'understood' and returned to her target.

Lining up the bow and arrow as designed, she pinched it softly and closed one eye. Whoosh! The arrow zipped past her pretty face in a straight, singular shot... and hit the tree behind the deer. It of course alerted them and the two prey scampered off quickly before Lenia even had time to get frustrated. Pouting up to William, she went to retrieve her arrow, grumbling something about 'practice making perfect.' And she would continue to practice, not necessarily hitting her targets, but at least hiting something other than William. That was a start at least.

Then there was fishing. "William, I will not touch those little worms," the princess added cooly and flickered her eyes to him in a way he hadn't seen before, her face growing a little pale. It was easy to tell what the princess was willing to do when it came to finishing, and she had been such a good sport about everything so far, but those little squirming things? Her face scrunched up when he placed one in her hand. "They feel so strange," she added innocently, but still very much appalled. It may have been silly to him but Lenia rarely got to see such creatures after being trapped indoors nearly all her life. Every day, every moment with him was a fresh new take on the world outside of the walls society had slowly built higher. "Fish away, my fisherman. I would love to cook fish for dinner tonight. You'll catch a big one, right?" Lenia wiggled her eyebrows up at him, sitting down beside him along the riverside, resting her shoulders against his own. For now, she'd watch. Touching the worms was a big hurdle for her to begin with, God knows what touching a live, flappy, fish would do to her. No doubt she'd faint.

William downed his breakfast quickly, very eager to get a move on since Lenia had agreed to a little hunting and fishing. Fishing was –definitely- on the list of favorite things he liked to do. It was just so peaceful and calming; plus William loved being right by water. No doubt he’d probably want to jump in and splash around for a bit even though the water would be chilly. Hell, he’d jump into partly frozen waters in the middle of winter sometimes. It’s refreshing, really!

After breakfast he packed up a couple of things into a backpack for them. Some empty containers so that they could get water, snacks incase they were out for long and couldn’t catch anything, as well as a heavy fur cloak incase the weather turned colder. William clipped his trusty one-handed sword about his hips, never liking to be without it even though he doubted there would be a foe he’d use it on in these woods. But he brought it along anyways; then he shouldered the pack and grabbed the fishing poles, leading the way out of the cave. A smile came to his face as he felt timid, delicate fingers take hold of his hand. He brought the creamy digits up to his lips, kissing the backs of her knuckles lightly before giving a little squeeze and nodding that it was alright if she wished to hold hands on their walk through the woods in search of prey.

As they quietly came up to a clearing with a few deer in it, they both stopped and William began to quietly position his princess after she had the bow in her hands. Perhaps he was taking some liberties with where his own hands were going. Gentle squeezes to her hips, fingertips brushing very close to her cute little rear as he turned her a body a bit to line her up with the target. Then of course as he helped her steady his arms his hands were oh so close to the creamy breasts that he loved to touch. God…he had missed her body much more than he had realized.

Well…now that she was all positioned he had to back off and let her fire the bow. He was actually quite surprised that she could draw it herself. His Lenia was much stronger than she looked. As she released the arrow, he held his breath, hoping she’d at least get close to the deer if not hit one. While she hadn’t actually hit one of the creatures, she was still less than a foot away from the target. That was good! Really good.

“You did a lot better than my first time with a bow. I couldn’t even get the arrow to fly. I was so nervous I sort of dropped it while the bow was drawn. Then I let go of the string so that I could pick up the arrow, and skinned my forearm because I wasn’t paying attention.” William decided it would be safe to give her an embarrassing tale of him as a wimpy Page, just for the sake of boosting her morale. Sometimes he didn’t know how the Knight Commander dealt with him as a boy; he used to bungle things up all the time. William only hoped he could be so patient with their own child as they were learning to do new things. “I’m sure you’ll be an expert hunter with a little more practice my love. Though if you do indeed get really good you’ll have to come on more trips like this with me more often.” With that bit of encouragement he leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the lips, something to show her that he was indeed impressed by how close her arrow had gotten. William really did hope Lenia was having a lovely time and they could do this again at a later date. He himself was enjoying sharing the things he liked to do with her, even though they were activities of common folk. Sure, he knew nobles would hunt…but that was with horses and hounds; not quite the same as hiking through the forest.

Unable to find anymore woodland creatures to try to shoot at, they decided to try their hand at fishing. Unfortunately as William tried to get Lenia to put a worm on her hook by putting one of the wriggly creatures into her hand, she pulled a bit of a disgusted face. The young knight couldn’t help but burst into a fit of snickers, trying his best not to laugh outright. It was just so silly! It was but a worm, the creature was tiny, didn’t have teeth or legs, and yet Lenia was so unwilling to touch it. Women were strange beings indeed.

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to fish.” If she couldn’t handle putting a worm on her hook, he knew she wouldn’t be able to handle take a fish off the hook if she caught one. So they cuddled up next to one another on the shoreline, trading kisses and a few words while William fished. They were out the for perhaps an hour and William had gotten several bites. But they were just small bluegills, baby bass, and in one case it had been a rather large stick, nothing that would be good for dinner. He was glad Lenia wasn’t getting too antsy beside him and gave her a light kiss on the cheek before casting off again. Fishing requires patience! Which is why people never catch anything, they end up packing it in rather than waiting out the fish. That or it’s just a bad fishing day…but the moon had been almost full last night, therefore today should be an excellent fishing day. Within a few moments of his cast he felt the line get a sharp tug at the end of it.

“Hah!” He cried victoriously as he began to reel in the fish. Though his cry of victory immediately turned into a curse as the line snapped. William scrambled to his feet and darted after the piece of fishing line, chasing it down the shoreline and straight into the water. He managed to grab hold of it before it disappeared into the river…though he himself managed to end up with a face full of water as he lunged for the string. “GAH! COLD!” He yelped but didn’t climb out of the water, he did have a fish to catch after all. By now the little bastard was tired and William could reel in the line with his hands. Hand over hand he brought in the line before he finally felt a fish at his fingertips. He grabbed hold of it by the mouth and then turned around to get out of the water.

“I caught dinner!” William had a stupid grin on his face as he turned to face Lenia and showed off the very flappy, 30” pike. “Ow! Hey!” He glared at the fish as it bit down onto his thumb. This was the problem with predatorial fish: they’re delicious but they have all these damn teeth! Still, even with a nicked thumb he looked rather proud of himself although he was soaking wet and his pants and boots had water gushing out of them as he made his way back onto dry land.

William would just -not- let this little thing go! "Will!" She cried as he nearly dove into the cool waters that probably burst like frozen ice upon his cheeks and lips. But bless him, he wouldn't let this be the end of it. Eventually, he came up with his prize, soaked to the bone, but grinning from ear to ear with dinner. Lenia carefully came to her feet and lifted the ends of her dress, inching toward the water. "Yes, you most certainly did!" Laughing softly when the fish decided to give William a piece of his mind on who was becoming the entree course for the evening. Lenia motioned for him to come out and dry off before they moved on. She embraced him in the towel they had reclined on and once he was only damp, she kissed him tenderly, promising him that the next fish she would catch, would be much bigger than his.

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William and Lenia hunted for the rest of that evening, Lenia managing to shoot down a rabbit much to their pride, the expression on her face turning wild in surprise upon seeing it's dead frame. She didn't think it would affect her so, but it had. Rubbing her eyes quickly, she removed the arrow and allowed William to put it in their satchel. "Sorry," she mumbled and had hoped she was a better sport about this adventuring bit. It was just very new for her.

They trailed their way with fresh deer meat and rabbit meat in hand, back to the cave where Astor seemed to eagerly be waiting for them. He padded his way over to William and then looked to Lenia, his head lowering a little, examining the food. Lenia shyly suggested that she could cook it for them, hurrying her little self over to the fire, settling her equipment back down in an orderly fashion, she began to start the fire as William taught her. Pleased with the quick outcome, she heard William slip himself into the hot springs or perhaps to wash his clothes, she couldn't see which, and focused her attention on the food. She figured she'd need a good bit in her stomach for what he wanted to do to her tonight... her shoulders shivered in anticipation. Lenia needed a good bar of stamina up for tonight. She wondered what he'd do if she acted like a naughty girl and denied him? Would he continue to hold back?

The young princess toyed with slow torture but only lingered her thoughts toward the delicious smells of animal meats roasting over the fire as she hummed to herself. Just a few more days of salvation. Closing her eyes on this thought, Lenia took a deep breath through her mouth before turning and giving William a reassuring smile, promising all was well. "It'll be ready soon," she added and quickly scooped up a side dish for Astor, laying it down for him to eat and even managing to stroke the large bridge of his nose as he ate. He didn't seem to particularly mind; he was like a big, loyal dog and Lenia had always wanted a dog...

Smiling gratefully, she patted Astor once more and then handed William his plate when he was ready, also with a side of fresh water, asking him to make sure it was cooked thoroughly to his liking. "I hope it's well," she added for good measure and took a small bite from her own plate, snuggling next to William near the fire, she could feel his hand massaging her into comfort, her body warm and content. "I'd like to bring the baby back here someday. Maybe, perhaps, when the baby can at least speak and remember such a place. I think he or she would find comfort here, and protection. Just in case. It's nice to know we have friends in high places," she added, eyebrows raising to Astor who had just finished his meal and of course, belched quite loudly. He looked to William with a puzzled look.

William had been –very- impressed that Lenia managed to shoot the rabbit. It was a clean shot too, with the animal immediately falling over, dead. But his fear that his beloved would be a little shaken from actually killing another living thing was confirmed as he saw those lovely brown eyes tear up.

“Don’t be sad…the rabbit was hunted for necessity, not for sport.” William never hunted for the fun of killing or for trophies. He hunted because he needed to. And while it was true that they did have rations packed from Myrtle, it wasn’t enough for all four days in the wilderness. They would have had to kill something eventually or gone home early when the food ran out. Once the rabbit was put into their pack with the fish, William leaned over to give his Princess a little kiss to her temple. “You have nothing to be sorry for, my love.”

William took hold of Lenia’s hand after that; their fingers were laced together the entire way back to their camp to help comfort her. The young knight couldn’t help but chuckle as he noticed Astor already waiting for them, looking hopeful. Apparently he was growing to love the taste of cooked meat and seemed especially excited when Lenia began to make start the fire. Fire evidently meant food was coming. For a moment William just watched his lover bent over the fire pit, making sure that she was alright. He smiled as the little embers began to shoot upwards into much larger flames. She was becoming more and more like a true adventurer already! Now all they had to do was give her a sword and some armor and she’d be well on her way. He laughed softly and shook his head at the thought. The image of Lenia becoming a warrior was a little farfetched. William was sure she would be making nations bend with her words, rather than her muscles. But perhaps…if they had a daughter, maybe she would be the first female knight. Or maybe a witch to carry on Lenia's family's tradition. Though if their girl was anything like Lenia and took up the more mentally and emotionally exhausting duty of running a kingdom, he’d be just as proud.

Heh…he was perhaps the only man in all of the kingdoms that was hoping for a daughter rather than a son.

A gust of cool air into the drafty cave reminded William that he was still soaking wet. So he took off his personal effects and laid them out to dry. Then, mostly clothed, he went into the hot spring in order to wash off the dirt and mud for hims clothes before stripping. He had been so chilled to the bone that he gasped as he hit the spring water that felt almost unbearably hot. But after a couple of minutes to get used to the temperature, he found it quite comfortable and relaxed.

When Lenia called that the food would be ready soon, he finally climbed out of the hot spring. He toweled off, then wrung out his clothes and laid them out to dry. Over to the packs he went to dress into a fresh blue linen shirt and a pair of leather pants. He took a seat next to her by the fire, contently listening to her talk about plans to bring their child here. It sounded like a wonderful idea. Perhaps William could even build them a little cottage so that they wouldn’t have to ‘rough it’ with a little one.

“Yes I think that’s an excellent ide- Astor! That’s no way to behave infront of a lady!” William chided the massive dragon for his rude belch.

The great beast lowered its head and seemed to pout. How was it supposed to know what human ladies liked and didn’t like?!?! But the dragon lord seemed disappointed in him, so as delicately as he could, Astor nudged Lenia’s side gently with his giant snout to apologize. He doubted human ladies would like licks as apologies, especially since his tongue was probably as long as Lenia was tall. But he had seen William nuzzle at Lenia with his face and nose, so now the dragon duplicated the sign of affection. A surprisingly light nuzzle was given before he held still with his head pressed against her. He stood like that until she patted the tip of his snout to signal that all was forgiven. Then the big beast backed away, gave a massive yawn that gusted hot hair about both the dragon lord and his mate. Humans were such odd things, they stayed awake for sooooo long. Astor decided that maybe it was because their lives were so short, they didn’t want to miss anything. But –he- wanted to go to sleep. So after saying good night to the dragon lord, he padded to the back of his cave and his very comfortable nest.

“Good Lord…what a strange companion our child is going to have.” William chuckled at the thought of their child coming up here to relax and having Astor to play with. The knight’s hand came to rest on Lenia’s belly, gently rubbing the barely noticeable bump. "But at least he or she will always have protection." William leaned over to kiss Lenia's cheek; he could hardly ever stop with just one kiss and soon he was delivering bearded kisses all over her jawline and neck. William was growing more and more playful in his affections. The thought that Lenia was pregnant with their baby always brightened his mood and made him a little extra handsy. He set his plate off to the side and then wrapped his arms around his lover, guiding her into his lap so that they could be much closer. “Thank you for making dinner again. Now...is there anything I can do to repay you?” The young knight grin, those dark eyes already beginning to smolder with the thoughts of doing some very naughty things to his love in order to repay her for all she had done for him.

It was quite plainly the loudest thing she had ever heard. Blinking up to Astor, she looked to William who immediately scolded the dragon. Lenia chuckled awkwardly, promising that it wasn't the largest concern of hers, but the dragon padded it's way to her side. Lenia leaned back a little, intimated by Astor's height, but as he leaned his head down to nude her side softly she smiled allowed him to grow comfortable before a gentle hand came to his snout and patted him there. "It's alright. I thought it was quite funny," she gave William a soft smile and a shrug to follow as Astor returned his gaze to William, their eyes speaking words beyond Lenia's wild imagination. Astor seemed to take his evening in early as he moved gratefully to the back of his cave and curled up into sleep.

Lenia nodded her head a bit in agreement, though the thoughts of her daughter adventuring up her on her own made her worry. When William moved toward her, bringing their intimacy freshly into plain sight, she moved her way into his lap as he suggested and they embraced, her lips finding his own within a matter of moments. "Mhmm.." Were the only gentle mumbles that came from her barely parted cherry lips. Tilting her head upward, she went in for another kiss and began to pull at the little strings of his blue tunic, begging him to put away his clothes and let her see every scar, every line, every muscle that she safely called her own, too.

When he did so, she gently pulled away and slipped way her vest, sliding out of her dress and eventually - with William's assistance - her bra. She immediately felt the chill, even though the fire's flame burned against the back of her skin. With nimble hands, she wrapped her arms around herself, going from vixen to lamb. " 's cold!" She admitted and as she moved herself to their makeshift bed of comfortable furs, blankets and pillows, she situated herself back in William's arms, finding their arms and legs entwined. She could no doubt feel the hardened erection he was receiving, so she figured she'd help with this in a way she wanted to try. "I'm so glad dinner was so tasty. Think I could be as well?" Lenia suggested, a delicate brow raised, a quirky smile upon her lips trying to contain a brilliant little smile.

"I've been very daring today... let's be daring tonight. I want you to really.. really ravish me." Perhaps Lenia didn't know what pot she was stirring up, but she knew that she wanted to get it cooking and get it boiling hot. It was hard for her to demand that he physically do something to stimulate the utmost pleasure for them both because she wasn't familiar with it, or at least not as much as William would have been. While it may have bothered her a while a go, now she would only hope his experience could reflect on their current relationship. She wanted to pull her weight and her stamina and prove that she could be just as dirty, just as raw for him as he wished her to be at times. No princess could be perfect. Her lips moved to his ear, biting softly and sucking on his lobe, slightly trembling lips moving in little patterns down his neck and along his collar bone. "Please, Will? It's been so long. I promise you won't hurt me or the baby. I know what I feel.. I will speak up if I feel any pain."

(OOC: In a little bit of a funk ><. But I finally got a post out!)



The temptation to simply rip off Lenia’s clothes in his attempt to ‘help’ her out of them almost caused William to tear her bra to shreds. Good Lord, why did women insist on wearing such things with miniscule clasps?! His battle worn hands were easily twice as thick as any woman’s and were definitely not suited for such fine motor movements. But after a little bit of work and some of Lenia’s help, he managed to get the underwear off without breaking it. Full bared before him, William’s eyes eagerly drank in his lover’s exquisite body. Lenia always looked so tempting by moon and fire light…perhaps it was because the lighting always reminded him of their first night together. His cock was already starting to stir as he looked over her lithe body. His pants were becoming far too tight and he quickly removed those as well as his underwear while his lover situated herself under the blankets. Then he joined her, wrapping her in his warm arms and tangling their legs together. He felt a thrill of excitement go through him as her warm sex pressed against his thigh. But what really did him in was her coy remark.

“I’m sure you are absolutely delicious my darling.” And then, as though to check, he leaned down to bite her neck playfully. William gave an appreciative hum as his tongue darted out to lick at the delicate skin. Her next statement caused his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise and he released her throat and back away enough so that he could look at her full in the face. She wanted him to…to ravish her?

She’s a married woman now! Things are different! You are not to sleep with –married-rulers of your nation! Plus she’s -pregnant-!

But the way she nibbled at his ear…the feeling of those velvety lips wrapped around the lobe as she suckled. Oh God… His cock was pulsing so insistently that he felt as though he’d go mad if he didn’t plunge it into Lenia’s slick heat this very moment! She was right: it had been such a -very- long time since he had had her like this. Now all he could think about was the last time they had had sex. The rough, raw, animalistic way he had bent her over the bed and claimed her. That had been…almost a month ago? Good God no wonder his cock was so frighteningly hard right now!

“Alright…just stay right here on your side.” William gave her a deep, hungry kiss after delivering his request. As he pulled away, he bit down lightly onto her bottom lip with a rogueish grin plastered to his own. Something about the dragon’s blood in him made him wanted to –bite- her, to –mark- her as his in a more animal way. It was an odd feeling…one that he’d have to watch over so that he didn’t get too carried away.

Although he craved to be ontop of her and look into her eyes as he fucked her senseless, William was afraid for the baby. So once Lenia was truly comfortable on her side, he coaxed her legs apart. The top leg became draped of his shoulder as he straddled the bottom one. Satisfied that he couldn’t possibly hurt their unborn child in this position, and quite happy that Lenia was splayed so lewdly before him, the young knight finally appeared comfortable enough to begin. He could already see her pink, puffy folds glistening in anticipation and couldn’t resist lightly gliding his thumb through her wet slit.

“I see my naughty little minx is already very wet for me.” William grinned as he lightly pinched Lenia’s clit between his thumb and forefinger, just to see her jump before releasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. He wrapped that hand around his throbbing erection, guiding his massive manhood into her slick heat. The second her arousal touched the sensitive head of his cock, he couldn’t seem to contain himself any longer. With a growl, he speared throbbing rod into her, letting out a satisfied groan as she fluttered and clutched his member. Hands now flew to Lenia to help hold her steady while he picked up a brutal place. With one hand grasping her rear and the other holding onto the leg that was draped over his shoulder, he kept his gorgeous princess’ pussy entirely opened to him as he rammed himself into her over and over again at a frantic pace.

(You fine <3 )

Soft whimpers escaped the partings of her lips as he pressed against her. "Yes, alright," she breathed when he told her to stay on her side, a little anxious for what he wanted. When he gave her one final kiss, he pulled away, tugging at her bottom lip with him. Blushing, she raised her hands to try and stop him, but he was having far too much fun teasing her. Let him have his day! Giggling softly, she bit her tugged lip and raised her eyebrows in anticipation. His hands eased her body as he wished it once she reclined and truly allowed her body to relax against the cottons and furs beneath her.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as he examined her wet, sticky, entrance. "Yes, yes, I am," she admitted shyly, though confidence edged into the corners of her voice with only slight hesitation. When he pinched her, she yelped softly, shivering before he wrapped his hand around himself and teased her entrance with his thick member. "Oh, Will, please don't make me wait," she beckoned him and even offered him a pout, her leg comfortably resting upon his shoulder, her heel gently tapping his back every so often. And her words and his contact to her womanhood must have done enough, for he plunged into what was rightfully his and took her quickly. Lenia took in a great gulp of air, wincing a little from the contact that had felt so long ago. "Ah, ah!" She begged, crying out softly, the feeling a little painful than usual. Was that because of her new sensitivity? Her new tightness? She knew that would only egg him on..

She was completely spread beneath him, his weight being supported above her, hands holding her in a most exotic, errotic and still comfortable state. He's doing this for the baby, it finally clicked in her mind, her eyes closing a moment to take in his gentle side tht she so admired and so treasured him from most men before he rammed himself into her at a most wild pace. It was hard to keep up, but she did as best as she could. Her body was tensing up when her inner walls clenched, her voice choking out the words 'can't' before she tossed and turned her little pretty head back and orgasmed.

Normally Lenia would ask for a moment of recovery time, just a small moment in which they could rest. But now, Lenia had ventured into new territories. He began his pace again and her body moved against his, her heel gently tapping at his upper back shoulder. It felt a little odd to stay in this position for so long, but the pleasure was beyond believable. Again he made her orgasm until she felt her knees trembling, which he could feel with a hand against her leg or perhaps around her delicate ankle. "M-May I sit up.." She asked weakly, a small sweat forming on her brow as he gently lifted their bodies close. When she felt him pull out, Lenia groaned and leaned up, kissing him roughly, almost focusing on his lower lip from some kind of sloppy mess she had to clean up. And the words that he would never have guessed spewed from cherry lips. "Is that all?" Her forehead rested against his own and she raised her eyebrows in a challenge. Lenia wasn't trying to threaten him, but she certainly wasn't backing down. Goodness, when she had this baby, who knows what he'd to her.

William –drilled- himself into her, the muscles in his abdomen tightening and flexing with each powerful thrust of his strong hips. A month without sex and he had almost forgotten how completely and utterly amazing it was to have his cock buried in her slick heat. The tightness of her sex was absolutely maddening. It just fueled his animalistic desire to stretch and fill her; to reach places that no other man could ever come close to. She was –his- and if he ruined her, she’d certainly stay that way.

His pistoning hips faltered for just a moment after Lenia’s first orgasm. But she didn’t ask him to stop! William grinned at her newfound stamina. Strong hands gripped to her delicate ankle while the free one roughly grabbed and squeezed a fleshy ass cheek. This position was definitely one he could get used to. The only drawback was that it was hard for him to figure out whether he would rather watch his lover’s tantalizingly bouncing breasts or gaze upon her face that contorted into pleasure each time she reached her peak. And the sounds she made…every gasp and moan she made spurred him on as he sought to rip screams from her lips. What made him finally lose it was the feeling of her body trembling against his own. Something about the innocent femininity of it…or perhaps the masculine fulfillment that he got from satisfying his shaky lover filled something inside of him and with a loud groan, William’s white hot seed began to shoot out from the tip of his member and coat Lenia’s inner walls. Sweaty and panting, he slid in and out of her stuffed sex a few more times before his ears perked at the sound of her request.

“Yes, of course.” William smiled, the animal that hid behind his eyes gone for the moment. He moved so that he could help her up. Unfortunately it required that he slide out of her and the young knight groaned softly, a shiver going through him as his arousal coated shaft was hit with the cool air of the cave. But something didn’t feel quite right. He glanced down to his -still- rigid member. What the hell…?!. He had already cum once! He should at least be a –little- on the softer side now. But no, his member was still bobbing proudly between his legs and so hard that he was actually a little frightened by his heightened sex drive. Lenia wasn’t exactly helping matters as she drew his attention away with aggressive kisses and her challenging expression. ‘Is that all’…hah! He smirked, bumping his forehead lightly against hers in a playful manner.

“’Is that all’ hmm? Has my shy minx turned into my sex-starved slut?” Ah…fuck…where had –that- come from? Dark eyes drifted away from hers and a blush crept to his cheeks, unsure if he should apologize or not. But the way she challenged him…the way she looked into his eyes, it had shifted something inside of him. He hadn’t said the word as an insult, he had meant it in an entirely different context: Lenia was –his- slut. Her body, her sexual desires, all of it belonged to him. She was –his- mate. And he was hers. Wait…what? Good God…the thing inside of him was so alien. Of course the young knight had a wild, animal side…but this new beast that the dragon’s blood had turned that animal into still took some getting used to.

“I want –all- of you Lenia. Even the most depraved parts. Any fantasy that you have or can even dream of, I –want-.” William decided to clarify what he had said earlier before she slapped him clear across the face. He knew she had been a virgin before him and not particularly experienced with anything other than what he brought to the table. But surely women talked and gossiped about the things they liked and had experienced. And Lenia of course had an imagination and thoughts of her own. “Tell me what you want. We can adventure together and try anything you wish tonight.” William’s dark eyes searched her lovely light brown ones.

While she thought about whatever she would like him to do to her, he adjusted her in his lap so that her legs were now wrapped around his waist. It provided the perfect position for him to nestle his still throbbing manhood between her lips of her sex. He shivered a bit, feeling his member nuzzle at her sensitive bundle of nerves, dragging along the button as he rocked them slowly together.

Lenia couldn't help but blink twice, her brow lowering a moment as she looked at him. A slut!? Well... well, ah... she was certainly sex-starved and maybe she was a slut for goading him on like that. And she wouldn't be one if she wasn't a good little wife to a dumb snob like Rickkard. When William looked away, she did as well, taking a moment to think. If she was something, anything, at least let it be William's. She didn't respond and only wet her lips when William recovered vocally.

He told her that he wanted all of her, even down to the post private and disclosed parts of herself that she still felt uncomfortable even under her own skin. Shyly, her eyes moved to face his. He seemed nervous to express this desire of his, but confident that he was ready, able, and willing to please it. While her mind roamed, so did his hands. His rough, warm hands could be felt against her thigh, lifting her softly and positioning her against his lap, teasing her entrance with every thought process she dared. A soft mew escaped her lips, her head coming to his shoulder, lips to the warm flesh upon his neck and shoulders, kissing and caressing there while she thought.

What could she say that she wanted? She didn't know! Lenia didn't want to sound foolish... but isn't this what couples did? Revealed their every thought no matter how personal, how foolish. They shared the same everything. William wouldn't laugh, he'd obey like he always had. He was no fool. Arching her back a little so that she begged his sweetly hardened cock to tease her further, Lenia looked back up to him, lips catching fire.

After a moment, she resting her hands on his chest, admiring the muscle there beneath the scars. "I... I don't know. Ah hah, I'm not very good at this. But what can I do to bring out this new beast of yours?" An eyebrow rose and her arms gently wrapped around his neck, bringing them nearer. After a dramatic sigh, she blew some hair from her face, her breasts rising and fall slowly, melodically, with each breath. "I'm so tired of being a good princess. In fact, if I've been breaking all the rules, why don't you tie me up?" Her fingertips had found their way to his lips, tracing the muscles of his jaw and going upward, admiring his facial structure and how lovely their baby was going to look. She prayed their baby would look every bit like William, especially his kind smile.

Leaning in to kiss him, allowing him to feel the soft tremble of her lip, she reached over, grabbing one of the fishing poles and admired the string a moment. It may hurt, but this was something William liked to do... so maybe this would enhance the affect. Could she do that as a woman? "So.. I'll be the little fishie and you can catch me," she said innocently, her soft words playing upon a quick tongue. She brought the string attached to the pole to her lips and bit, all while upon his lap, breaking the string and throwing the fishing rod behind her.

"Oops," she whispered teasingly and detached the hook and bobber, holding the line to William. Hands and or feet not yet bound. "Well, go fish."

William looked a little nervous as Lenia took her time mulling his words over. She was taking so long to answer that he was now growing afraid that perhaps he had pushed too hard and now things were going to be awkward between them. Damnit…was she lulling him into a false sense of security by kissing his neck, only to slap him across the face once he relaxed?! No… No, Lenia wouldn’t do something like that. She loved him, even if sometimes he had stupid ideas. But for now, the only thing that really kept him from profusely apologizing for being so bold were the soft kisses and nuzzles that his lover delivered to his neck.

He sighed and shut his eyes, a very happy man as long as his Lenia was in his arms. If his lover had no secret desires, he honestly wouldn’t mind. The way they made love was already perfect. Perhaps it was because he cared for her so…or perhaps it was because they were fated to be together, but William had –never- had such a hard time controlling his urges around a lady before. As her hands drifted across his scarred chest and her lips kissed along his strong shoulders, William found himself very ready for another round. His throbbing cock pulsed all the harder when her back arched, forcing more of her weight downwards, causing her pussy to rub against him in an almost more urgent way. Good Lord…he wanted to just ram himself back into her, kinky ideas or not.

When she so coyly explained her desire to be tied up, William only nodded, his dark eyes looking rather curiously at his lover. If she wished to be tied up and helpless…that must mean she really trusted him, yes? He did not get long to think about the implications of their next sexual act because now Lenia was offering him a long string of fishing line that would suffice as her bindings.

“Alright, on your knees my little fish.” When Lenia climbed out of his lap and got onto her knees, William moved behind her. He guided her wrists behind her and wrapped the line around them quite a few times so that the thin line would distribute the pressure a bit better. Finished with his work, he checked the bindings and touched her hands to make sure he had not made them too tight. William grinned a bit. He was a good knight, he did everything that his princess told him to. But it was interesting to think of their power dynamic switched. With Lenia bound, she looked much more like his prisoner rather than his ruler. But of course she still had the ultimate bit of power over him: the moment she said ‘Stop’, he would.

“You want me to go fishing hmm?” William stood now that her bindings were properly secured behind her back. He walked around to her front, towering over his lover. His cock and abdomen were quite a mess from their mixed juices smearing all over the place, perhaps taking care of the mess would be a good jumping off point for their adventure into depravity. “I can’t very well go fishing with a dirty pole now can I?” Dirty pole? GYAH! Alright…he’d need a little more practice with this whole ‘dirty talk’ thing. But thankfully he was hiding how foolish he felt fairly well.

While he knew that Lenia would not be able to take much of his massive cock into her mouth, he still wanted her to get used to this close up view of him. He had seen her naked slit many times and loved the way she tasted; but he doubted his lover had really taken a look at the rigid member that had brought her so much pleasure. He positioned himself so that all she had to do was lean forward in order to take him into her mouth. His free hand lightly cupping her cheek as his dark eyes gazed down at his gorgeous, naked prisoner.

“Go on my naughty little minx. Suck my cock, get me nice and clean.”

On her knees? Oh, yes indeed! Blinking a moment, she nodded quickly and scrambled out of his lap and awkwardly moved down and then sat upon her knees, shyly raising her head back up to him. But he wasn't there; William was already thinking ahead as he moved behind her, touched her hands and began to wrap the line around her wrists to keep her in place. It was an odd feeling, the cool string bit against her skin, but it wasn't painful, not really. Looking back to him, she nodded once again. Her body was exposed in such a new, strange way that it felt a little uncomfortable. But this was William, her Will. And as his lover, she wanted to make sure he received an equal amount of just pleasure.

"Yes," she replied softly, breathlessly when he moved to face her, leaning over her. She shyly looked up, never once intending to receive such a few. Though quite a glorious sight, she was a bit embarrassed. But this was what lovers did and there was certainly an erotic presence to it. Lenia didn't dare look away as she stared at his throbbing member. Well, his dirty pole now. Lenia bit her lip, figuring she anticipated what he wanted from her. He was in a position now that all she needed to do was tilt her head forward and inward and suck upon his juicy length. Lenia raised her chin up at him, large brown eyes still hinted at her shyness. His words caused her body to tremble, a soft whine to escape her lips and her nipples to harden. "Y-Yes, Will," she whispered back and took a deep breath before doing as he requested, taking the experiences as they came to her.

When her lips parted, she reached the tip of his member and her tongue took time to explore new territory, licking, teasing, exploring. Her eyes flickered up to William as she shyly released her lips and began to lick at his tip before encasing him into her mouth once more, just the top part. Her once worried eyes had closed into ecstasy as she took William's length as best as she could within her mouth. Thankfully, her gag reflex wasn't as terrible as she had hoped. Lenia's lips had worked their way about halfway when she started to feel his tip began to hit at the awkward spot of her mouth. To not choke, she slid her lips back up and let her tongue lick the excess juices. William either looked extremely aroused or extremely frustrated, she couldn't tell which and the young princess panicked, not ever having performed this sexual act before. Small tears formed in her eyes. "Was that... not good? You're just so big... I can try again. Here, let me try to get you nice and clean," she begged softly and opened her mouth for him, her dirty tongue out, begging for it.

When she received him, he plunged against her, taking his shaft within her mouth. Her lips took ahold of him and suckled him better than before. She moaned ever so slightly taking more inches from him as best she could. Eventually, she had almost, just almost hall of him as she teased his length up and down with her lips. Her head was practically bobbing when he came inside of her mouth. She all but choked when he allowed her to swallow some and cough the rest out. She wished to use her hands but ah, hah, they were bound. Coughing lightly, she bowed her head, brown hair spewing over her small shoulders. His cum dribbled off her pretty lips and she looked up at him through her locks of pretty hair. "Was that better, sir?" Where the sir had come from, she didn't really know. Well 'Sir' William was certainly in his title, but there had certainly been a change in power. She leaned up, begging for him to kiss her, to clean her up. She felt so dirty, so dirty by him..

That teasing tongue was an exquisite sort of torture; it felt absolutely magnificent against his hardened rod and William desperately craved more. As much as he wanted to drive his hips forward and plunge his throbbing length past her cherry lips, he knew that he had to let her explore and learn the things that he liked. The hand that had been cupping her cheek now moved to tangle itself into her hair. He didn’t push or force…but for now he just held her with a sort of reassuring grasp that also aided in keeping her long brown locks out of her face while she serviced him.

“Yes…” The young knight hissed through clenched teeth as Lenia took half of his length into her mouth. His hips jerked just the slightest bit before he remembered that this was her first time; then he willed his body to hold still after the relization. William’s brow was furrowed as he tried to keep the orgasm that was threatening to engulf him at bay. It was almost a relief to have her pull away! He certainly wouldn’t have been able to hold out much longer and surely would have released into her mouth if she had kept going. But now Lenia seemed to confuse the look of pleasure on his face for one of disappointment.

“N-no, darling you did so well-Oh-dear-God!” William groaned loudly as she enveloped his thick manhood, this time taking several more inches of his shaft. Her head began to bob and he could feel her silken tongue tracing along the sensitive underside. He fisted her hair, his breathing coming out in haggard pants as he tried his hardest to not release inside of her mouth. “Lenia…if you keep, keep- ungh…I’m going to - to…” the young knight moaned loudly as he felt the back of her throat grip around the tip of his member. He couldn’t take it anymore! He tried to pull out but couldn’t do it in time, his cock twitched and he let out a soft grunt as the first rope of his hot seed shot into her mouth. When she began to cough he immediately withdrew himself from her lips ad looked down at her with nothing but concern in his eyes.

“Lenia…you were amazing.” He smiled a bit, seeing that she wasn’t disgusted by his taste. William wiped the little bit of cum that dribbled down her lips and chin off with his hand before getting down onto his knees infront of her. He wrapped his strong arms around her, capturing her slightly swollen lips in a soft kiss. When he withdrew, he had a much more confident look upon his face. The realization dawned upon him that his princess was on her knees –for him-. And now he had the urge to taste her, to focus purely on –her- pleasure so that he could make her scream. While one hand playfully squeezed and fondled her rear, the other came around her front to feel the folds of her slit. She was so hot and wet between those creamy thighs and William instantly had the urge to lick up every drop of her glistening arousal.

“You’re so wet my naughty minx. Did you enjoy sucking my cock that much that it made you into such a dirty girl?” A soft kiss to her lips was given before he continued. “How about I clean you up hmm?” William grinned down at his beloved. He loved her taste and her scent was absolutely intoxicating. As fun as her being bound had been, William needed her hands to be free for this next part. So he reached around her, easily breaking the fishing line that held her with his massive strength. “Turn around; I want you face down with your little rear in the air and those newly freed hands of yours spreading your slit for me. I’m going to have to clean you up.”

Returning the small smile up at him, her eyes so hopeful when he wiped her lips and chin, kissing her and enveloping her in his arms. She allowed their lips to meet in great pleasure, her body swaying into his embrace, nodding her head slightly to his compliment. When he pulled away from her, his eyes had that dark look in them, her heart beating much faster. Biting her lip, she asked him what she wanted with her soft, doe-like brown eyes. What would he want or do next with her? It was suddenly so very exciting. His words caused a bright blush to spread upon her cheeks and her reply caused her head to nod wildly, " Yes, yes, yes," she nearly beckoned him, leaning in, meowing softly for another kiss. When he offered to clean her, she tilted her head before nodding once more. When he reached around her to break the bind that held her hands, she blinked a moment, reliving the feeling of having the ability to move her wrists once more and flexed her fingertips. She had a few marks around her wrists but she didn't care at all, not one bit.

It wasn't a question of could she turn around and bend over for him, it was a command. Lenia sucked in air hard. The shivers crawled from her spine to her arms and then down her legs, giving her embarrassed, but remembered who's hands she was in and who's very love and generosity had opened her up to such extreme pleasures. What else could she give him right now? She had nothing else to give him right now; she wasn't his princess, she was his little minx slave. And tonight, she'd obey.

Without another thought, Lenia innocently scrambled onto her hands and knees, turning around and awkwardly leaning down onto her belly a moment. Thankfully it wasn't the cool ground but the warmth of the fur, that was forcing heat closer. And Lenia wanted more, much more. Carefully, she raised her rear in the air for him, as he requested, shyly resting her head upon her arms which were holding some of her weight. "Like this?" Lenia chirped lightly before taking a moment to move a free hand down to her opening and touch at her wetness.

"Are you going to be gentle?" Se asked and wondered what kind of response he'd give now that their relationship went from a cool flame to a volcano in just a matter of months. Wetting her lips, Lenia wiggled her rear gently, begging for him to do something to her as he promised he would. "Do you like looking at me like this...?" Her head turned once more, her face beat red, her eyes a little glossy but her face well light and beautiful by the fire and moonlight from their small space that allowed it. "Well, go on..." Her fingers spread her slit further, a soft whine escaping her lips.

William noticed the angry red marks on his lover’s wrists and he made a mental note to kiss away any ache she may have him them once they were done playing. But right now, he was too entranced with the sight of Lenia being so obedient to do something so sweet. Watching her raise her rear into the air for him made the beast inside of him rear it’s head and now a new idea came into his mind…one that William knew would take a little bit of gentle coaxing from his more loving side.

“I will always be gentle to you my darling. I will never hurt you more than I think you can handle. And I do so love seeing you like this. Spread and bent over…just for me.” William murmured softly in response to his lover’s questions, breaking his character for a moment as he got into position behind his beloved. While he may cause little aches and pains with rougher lovemaking, or perhaps a light spanking for his naughty minx, he would -never- maliciously hurt his beloved Lenia.

Speaking of spanking, did his little slave just tell him what to do? Whack! A nice firm spank was given to Lenia’s porcelain behind. “Do not rush me, my eager little minx. I will lick you clean, I promise.”

William gave the bright red mark on her behind a light kiss before he moved his head downwards so that he could begin licking the pink folds that beckoned to him. The young knight groaned happily as he got that first taste of Lenia’s delicious arousal. “Such a naughty girl, splaying yourself so lewdly for one of your knights…and so wet too.” Several more hungry licks were given to Lenia’s tight entrance before his tongue snaked it’s way up to her clit. Teasing attentions were given to her aching bud, just to make his lover squirm and plead for more. But William didn’t want her to reach another climax…not yet.

“Hold still…” William mumbled the command before dragging his tongue upwards from Lenia’s clit, over entrance and towards the cleft of her rear. William was curious to see how far he could push his new lover…to see just what exactly she would be willing to give him. Would she be okay with him stimulating a more taboo hole? While William truly did love thrusting his rigid member into Lenia’s slick folds; the thought of her fully submitting to him by letting him take her in a slightly more humiliating way was starting to get the young knight’s spent cock throbbing insistently again. His tongue drifted up, swirling gently against nerves that he knew had never been stimulated in such a manner before. He held onto Lenia’s hips tight enough so that she could not wiggle or squirm away from him.

“I want to claim every bit of you Lenia…” William said after a couple of moments of tenderly licking her taboo hole to get her to relax. He kissed his way upwards until his lips played gently along his lover’s lower back. The grip that had been firm on her hips now loosened and he began to massage her sides. “Will you give me everything you have Lenia? Will you allow me to claim this last bit of virginity you have left?” While the thought of Rickkard forcing himself onto his Lenia sickened him; the thought that Rickkard may seek vengeance by trying to claim Lenia’s ass for himself just about infuriated William to the point that he had half a mind to go wring the coward’s neck! Lenia was his! All of his! ARGH THAT BASTARD! I’ll kill him!

The young knight flinched slightly at the anger inside of him. And as quickly as the emotion reared it’s ugly head, William stamped it back down. He focused more intently on the woman bent over infront of him, looking so small and helpless in this position. He was bound to protect Lenia; she was his everything. He would never let anything terrible happen to her.

Even if this act wasn’t inspired by a primal desire to claim his mate in every way possible and mark her with his seed, William would still want to try it if for no other reason than to sate his curiousity and see if it was perhaps something Lenia might enjoy. “You may say ‘no’ my minx…but if you say ‘yes’, I promise to be very gentle with you.”

William's words soothed her as she relaxed for him, bending over, allowing her body to ease beneath him. He leaned over her and in his pause, she wanted to ask him what was wrong, but a rough but quick smack upon her rear caused a soft yelp to escape her lips. Was this how punishment tasted? Who would have guessed it would have tasted so sweet? It was a strange pain for her before that pain melted into new feelings and fears. He began to lick her from strange views that she was slightly uncomfortable with. "William," she begged softly when he mocked her display before him as her knight. But it was true, and she didn't care, really.

When he told her to hold still, she did the best she could. His tongue was hungry as it slithered over new, unmarked territory that made Lenia feel downright dirty. Biting her lip, she whimpered softly and tried to wiggle free a few times before his grip on her hips firmed her into proper place. Again, his tongue took further control, testing areas uncharted. "Will!" She beckoned, her body breaking into goosebumps, her shoulders slumping and her knees feeling as though they would pool and swirl like pudding. His words, while enticing, also frightened her. He really did want to take every bit of territory that even she wasn't familiar with. It was strange, but she had hoped she could see his expression. Feeling a little disconnected, she tried to turn to look at him, but his eyes were thinking and they were most certainly dark.

Looking slowly away, she glanced down at the furs, grasping it's light touch within her warm hands. "Yes," a soft voice replied after a moment of silence and her head lowered a little rest upon their makeshift of bed and pillow and she closed her eyes. It was such a strange, new experience. First the bondage, the love taps, the exotic spaces and places... well, they were coming now, surely. And Lenia was unsure if hurting would be one of those sensations. If so, she prayed it would pass quickly. "For you," she added lightly when he hadn't made a motion, perhaps thinking her soft voice was only to please him against her own will: "For us. I want you to do naughty, wonderful things to me, William. Please, Will. I... I love it."

Closing her eyes, again, feeling the sensation of his warm, sticky but slick tongue gliding over her plains, she cried out softly and bit into her pink lips. Her clit was dripping sweet nectar, aching to feel him soon in any way that he desired for now. It was growing quite warm despite the chilly night and the slow to death fire that was going to need more wood in the minutes to come. But it seemed the couple was a little preoccupied. Lenia was certainly happy to allow William such a pleasure, such an honor and thought for a brief moment if this was his first time trying something like this. Her hopes were a little too high she assumed, but it was a nice thought for them to share something new together. Though their little baby would certainly be one; that was something she could take sole womanly pride in.