Heir to The Throne [Lycan x Talin]

[Lycan]

Another solemn day. Anhuri closed his eyes, listening as not but water's ripple echoed through the palace. The Queen Emuishéré had been being bathed by her female servants in the pool centered within the Queen's quarters. She threw on her gown and approached the much younger boy after emerging from her bath, rows of maidens following around the woman.

"You're my servant... Anhuri, aren't you?" She smiled as the boy's eyes met with great intensity towards his majesty's.
Anhuri looked down, a little timid towards the lady, though responded with respect-- "Yes, your Highness. I am Anhuri."

The Queen smirked, "You know, my dear, I have many male servants beside you, yet, you are about the same age as my daughter, your Princess." The Queen took a pause, pondering the notion of sending a boy out for her daughter, who had been most recently depressed due to her curiosity on the subject of 'love' and 'sex'.
She looked away for a moment before turning back to the boy.

"Do you like my daughter, Anhuri?" The Queen asked the servant.
The servant was a bit confused, though would never lie to his majesty, even at the cost of the truth, "Of course, your Highness."

"Even love her?" The woman dragged on.
The boy gulped, a faint blush ripening his beige skin.
"Yes..." He swallowed, his word fading into his exhalation.

The Queen sniggered, taking Anhuri by the hand and leading the boy of only sixteen past her quarters.
"Good then," She smiled, "Then you can do your beautiful Princess the favor of making her feel good, no matter the task, and I know you've had your training as a servant and know how to please a lady, especially one of royal descent, have you not?"

Anhuri's eyes widened as he noted her every word. 'Please the Princess?' He had thought to himself. He had thought nothing but since she was adopted behind her "mother's" crown only a few years ago and since had yearned for the girl; had this been the boy's blessing for all the hard work since childhood he had to go through as an orphaned slave?
The servant nodded, "Y-Yes, your Highness..." He stammered, still by the Queen's hand as she lead him through the royals' personal den.
The Queen halted before a curtain cast down from the threshold of a room.

"Then you better treat my daughter like a lady, boy." She glared for a moment, followed by a slight simper before pushing the boy through the curtains. He almost had fell the floor, though caught himself against the side of a wall. Anhuri looked beyond him at a figure sitting upon a luxurious bed, looking out towards the opposite way.
It had been the princess.

Anhuri slowly approached her before addressing himself, trying to get the girl's attention.
"Excuse me... your-your highness..." He stuttered, "My name is Anhuri, a servant of the Queen's collection. She has sent me too... make you feel better." He blushed, though kept eye contact as the girl turned towards him.

 

[Talin]

Zahra, sat in her quarters pondering her life, it wasn’t so long ago that she’d been without. Home, family and food on the table, all these things she could now take for granted, but she didn’t. Having been adopted by the queen at the age of thirteen, now three years later she could look back and smile. As of late her body had undergone so many changes, she barely recognized herself anymore. Her breasts had finally come in and her hips had rounded out as well. She was of the marrying age, but her mother, the queen had decided to hold off another year. Laying back she stretched out on her bed, the white sheets making her toffee colored skin look even darker. Black hair shifted freely under her head as her eyes, the color of melted chocolate slowly faded away behind her lids. Long feathery lashes resting on her cheeks. Gold jewelry adorned her body, necklaces, bracelets and rings. a single earring stuck in her nose was the only reminder of her past and the only thing her parents had ever given her.

Zahra wasn’t sure of her life story, she’d been born and then she lived. the places and things she had seen varied and she never knew what the actual truth was, only parts and they intermixed with stories she’d been told by her caretaker. The merchant man had found her shivering on his stoop when she was about 4, scrawny little girl that everyone thought she was a boy. From there she went from house to house until she was found herself in front of the queen, she was being accused of stealing from a local merchant. She was innocent; the queen took pity on her and decided to change her life. Seeing that act of love and kindness it changed Zahra’s life around. Teaching her everything she knew about the world and everything in the queen had evaded her questions of love. She wandered what it meant to be in love and how the physical part of love felt, as any teenage girl did. She hadn’t a clue how things worked and now she was curious about love, in both the actual and physical sense of the word.

Feeling as though she pestered the queen to death on this subject, the young girl of sixteen decided she wanted to feel love. “Mother, what does love feel like?” She thought it would be a simple answer but her mother droned on and on and on about it until she was lost well inside the meaning. “I will help you, let me think on it a bit. Sitting up she curled her legs up to her ample chest and hugged her knees. Her mother still hadn’t gotten back to her and it had been almost a week. A flurry of motion caught her eye but she thought it was only a servant. She had want for nothing and would send them away, the maidens liked to crowd around her, she didn’t like it. Hearing a male voice, Zahra’s brown eyes went wide. “Make me feel better? I don’t understand,” Raising her eyes slid across the male, he was about her age, the way he blushed made her feel even more timid. “Anhuri, was it? Please explain yourself better.”

From her mother’s collection? He didn’t mean, certainly. Her eyes went wide as she understood his meaning. “You are here to show me the physical side of love, are you not?” she questioned tilting her head to the side, wavy locks of ebony fell over her shoulder as she gazed upon him. “Well Anhuri, please begin, I am every curious on this topic.” she clasped her hands and smiled as she sat back down on the bed, she expected a lecture or a long speech on the topic, not a physical lesson.

 

[Lycan]

((Talin, I am so sorry for the length of time it's taken me to respond. I've been sick for about a week now and unable to post. If you could ever forgive me, I'd like to commence this RP with you.))

"Very well..." Anhuri swallowed, walking closer towards the girl, his heart swelling in his chest. He hadn't ever been this close to a girl his own age before, except for his sister of course, though he hadn't seen her years since he was forced to work for his highness. Anhuri turned his face away a little, preparing himself for what he was about to request of the princess; his superior!
Anhuri looked at the the princess, though his face still turned away.
"Your highness, I must ask that you... disrobe for our intercourse." The boy stammered, still not knowing how the princess would interpret that as "intercourse" could very well be taken literally as opposed to physically. He turned back at the princess, so cute, precious- beaming up at him with her hands clasped.

 

[Talin]

Zahra watched the male, him turning away from her made her nervous and shy. Dark brown eyes went wide. Her hands still remained clasped in her lap. Standing she tilted her head at him, “Why must I be naked for our intercourse? Are you going to be nude as well to name everything and tell me where things go and what places to touch?” Though she questioned him she moved her hands up her clothing unwinding the fabric and un hooking the clasps that held her clothing to her young body.

Letting the fabric drop at her feet she looked down watching it billow about her as a cloud. Her dark skin was flawless and unmarred, save for a oblong mole on the inner area of her left thigh. Her white linen undergarments were the last to go and she let them fall. Zahra’s frame was small but long and lean. Her breasts were full and slightly above average, the dark brown nipples upon them were not yet puckered in a bundle. The slight roundness of her hips were perfect for her frame and made her look more womanly. the nest of dark curls between her legs was kept neat and trimmed slightly.

Standing before him she moved back to the seated position on the bed, her dark shapely legs curled under her and at her side slightly. Her hands rested one across her stomach and the other on her legs as she watched him. “Anhuri, I am ready for my lesson.”