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Meteorite
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- Oct 27, 2019
Serina Davengallia, the heir-princess of the human realm of Bahlia, gasped as she woke up from her fitful slumber. The silken covers were wrinkled from her tossing, her smooth pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Though the young beauty was frightened by the nightmare, her body was flushed from arousal, the recurring dream leaving her nipples stiff and her virgin sex twitching and wet. The mysterious man of her dreams is breathtakingly handsome and powerful, and always she can do nothing to resist him as he touches her in ways no man should. His violations came to her nightly ever since the war with the dark elves had began. The followers of Dominus have not relented... Father was a fool to declare this war...
"Gods..." She whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek, hearing the fighting outside and remembering that her father's kingdom was almost certain to fall. The dark elf troops advanced inevitably like the tide. This afternoon, they would break through...
Still crying softly, the beautiful and amorous young noblewoman began to touch her aching little pussy, if only to pass the time and distract herself. Who was this mysterious dream figure who demanded her submission? He was an arrogant man to expect obedience from a princess of Bahlia! And yet he dominated her thoughts as the dreams continued to grow more frequent, and her shameful desire for his touch only grew stronger. Moaning into her feather pillow, her hips rocked against her probing fingers, imagining the mysterious man taking whatever he pleased from her... Gods, a dark elf savage... Mother would have died from disgrace if she knew my thoughts...
Her needs had grown as well since the nightmares began. Many times a day she had stolen away to touch her sinful sex. Slender, well manicured fingers squeezed one of her firm, high breasts, the copious vanilla flesh molding through the gaps in her fingers. Quickly her orgasm began to mount, only to be interrupted by an urgent knock at the door. Inhaling sharply, she withdrew her glistening fingers from the expensive blue lace of her panties, hugging her round, heart shaped bottom. "Princess, princess!!"
She scowled at her missed opportunity to satisfy her needy body. "What is it guard? Have you no sense of propriety?"
"Your highness, the savages have broken through-"
"What!?" She threw off the covers, her bare feet padding on the extravagant carpet to her wardrobe. Hurriedly she donned a blue gown, the color of her house, and shouted at the insolent guard through the closed door. "The generals clearly said..."
"They were wrong, highness, gravely wrong. They will be at the keep within the hour. A carriage waits in the courtyard to take you to the kingdom of Jorgenheim."
"Gods, this is the end..." She whispered to herself, a plump lower lip beginning to quiver at what it meant for her family. It was said that the savages collared their women, and took captives for bedslaves in their lands. Certainly if she did not escape. "I am coming, guard." Her voice had wavered, and she hated that. "The valuables? The women?"
She threw open the door, her dead mother's jewelry box beneath her arm as the guard answered. Like many men, he was flustered by the breathtaking young girl standing before him, the blue lace revealing little of her soft skin, but clinging to her more than ample curves. "Highness... They are on there way, but none are more valuable than the heiress. There is not much time."
"Lead the way captain."
They jogged hurriedly through the palace, servants and guards scrambling to carry everything to the caravan in the courtyards. An honor guard of five soldiers fell in behind her. Unable to stop herself, Serina began to cry quietly as she was ushered into a carriage. After some time her voice finally broke as she shouted to the driver. "Go now, we must be sure the women escape!"
There would be little dealing with Jorgenheim in an alliance with Bhalia. The northern king had wisely advised father not to declare on the Dark Elves, least of all upon the urgings of some cloistered priestess. Bhalia has forever fallen. There is nothing that can save her...
As she brushed her hair, a deep sob escaped her. Dropping the brush, she continued to cry to herself, drowned out by the clop clop of her honor guards horses. Outside her window, the countryside whisked past.
"Wait, captain... Agh!" A timultuous din of shouting and clanking armor began to sound. Panicking, Serina shouted.
"Driver, you must run, they are upon us!" But she then saw the arrow sticking from his throat, gurgling out his last breath. "Oh gods..." The tears flowed freely as the princess began to hyperventilate, clutching her mother's jewelry to her chest like a lifeline. I must run... It is the only way...
Looking around the carriage one last time, Serina perhaps foolishly grabbed her hairbrush (It was her favorite after all.) Before shoving open the door. "Oof!" Someone on the other side had opened it at the same time, and her lithe frame had hit the dark elven warrior like a bird hitting a stone wall. When she looked up in terror at the man, there was no understanding given. Confusion and shock only formed a layer atop her fear. For it was the man of her nightmares.
"You... How..." Her vision narrowed as the man looked down at the tear streaked princess, and she fainted from her panic. It was a shame to get road dust on such a lovely dress...
"Gods..." She whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek, hearing the fighting outside and remembering that her father's kingdom was almost certain to fall. The dark elf troops advanced inevitably like the tide. This afternoon, they would break through...
Still crying softly, the beautiful and amorous young noblewoman began to touch her aching little pussy, if only to pass the time and distract herself. Who was this mysterious dream figure who demanded her submission? He was an arrogant man to expect obedience from a princess of Bahlia! And yet he dominated her thoughts as the dreams continued to grow more frequent, and her shameful desire for his touch only grew stronger. Moaning into her feather pillow, her hips rocked against her probing fingers, imagining the mysterious man taking whatever he pleased from her... Gods, a dark elf savage... Mother would have died from disgrace if she knew my thoughts...
Her needs had grown as well since the nightmares began. Many times a day she had stolen away to touch her sinful sex. Slender, well manicured fingers squeezed one of her firm, high breasts, the copious vanilla flesh molding through the gaps in her fingers. Quickly her orgasm began to mount, only to be interrupted by an urgent knock at the door. Inhaling sharply, she withdrew her glistening fingers from the expensive blue lace of her panties, hugging her round, heart shaped bottom. "Princess, princess!!"
She scowled at her missed opportunity to satisfy her needy body. "What is it guard? Have you no sense of propriety?"
"Your highness, the savages have broken through-"
"What!?" She threw off the covers, her bare feet padding on the extravagant carpet to her wardrobe. Hurriedly she donned a blue gown, the color of her house, and shouted at the insolent guard through the closed door. "The generals clearly said..."
"They were wrong, highness, gravely wrong. They will be at the keep within the hour. A carriage waits in the courtyard to take you to the kingdom of Jorgenheim."
"Gods, this is the end..." She whispered to herself, a plump lower lip beginning to quiver at what it meant for her family. It was said that the savages collared their women, and took captives for bedslaves in their lands. Certainly if she did not escape. "I am coming, guard." Her voice had wavered, and she hated that. "The valuables? The women?"
She threw open the door, her dead mother's jewelry box beneath her arm as the guard answered. Like many men, he was flustered by the breathtaking young girl standing before him, the blue lace revealing little of her soft skin, but clinging to her more than ample curves. "Highness... They are on there way, but none are more valuable than the heiress. There is not much time."
"Lead the way captain."
They jogged hurriedly through the palace, servants and guards scrambling to carry everything to the caravan in the courtyards. An honor guard of five soldiers fell in behind her. Unable to stop herself, Serina began to cry quietly as she was ushered into a carriage. After some time her voice finally broke as she shouted to the driver. "Go now, we must be sure the women escape!"
There would be little dealing with Jorgenheim in an alliance with Bhalia. The northern king had wisely advised father not to declare on the Dark Elves, least of all upon the urgings of some cloistered priestess. Bhalia has forever fallen. There is nothing that can save her...
As she brushed her hair, a deep sob escaped her. Dropping the brush, she continued to cry to herself, drowned out by the clop clop of her honor guards horses. Outside her window, the countryside whisked past.
"Wait, captain... Agh!" A timultuous din of shouting and clanking armor began to sound. Panicking, Serina shouted.
"Driver, you must run, they are upon us!" But she then saw the arrow sticking from his throat, gurgling out his last breath. "Oh gods..." The tears flowed freely as the princess began to hyperventilate, clutching her mother's jewelry to her chest like a lifeline. I must run... It is the only way...
Looking around the carriage one last time, Serina perhaps foolishly grabbed her hairbrush (It was her favorite after all.) Before shoving open the door. "Oof!" Someone on the other side had opened it at the same time, and her lithe frame had hit the dark elven warrior like a bird hitting a stone wall. When she looked up in terror at the man, there was no understanding given. Confusion and shock only formed a layer atop her fear. For it was the man of her nightmares.
"You... How..." Her vision narrowed as the man looked down at the tear streaked princess, and she fainted from her panic. It was a shame to get road dust on such a lovely dress...