The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

[DamianRuyin]

Bright red orbs looked up from folded, naked hands to admire the scenery that passed by as the clouds sluggishly made its way up the mountainside. The sun was slowly yielding to the upcoming nightfall--casting a blood-red brilliance upon the clouds and sky. To the young man, it was one of the most beautiful and fitting sunsets he’d ever seen. It was certainly enough to take his mind off the matters of state. Every creature breathed and each creature existed amid this large and blooming capital. Candidly to them, the denizens culminated there, did one frame lurk, its limbs coiled up, mildly tense, though unafraid of the foreboding shadow.

He stood at the top of a large balcony, naked flesh exposed to the cold air, not bothering him in the slightest. A small runic symbol on his right neck marked him as the blood, the leading caste of this little… empire. For as long as his people could remember, his kind had been the one in charge. Only the foundations of this keep knew of another time before his kind.

He brought his slender frame to one of the mirrors in his chambers, glancing at the expression. One might have guessed his height around five feet, give or take a few inches. His short white hair danced in the wind, a vile imitation of containing life. The youth vaguely remembered having dark brown hair before he escaped from humanity, part of the curse that effected his family.
He brought his digits to his ears as he brushed a few strands of hair away from them, feeling the pointed tips. His ancestor had been one of the To’kra, or Ancient ones as commoners called themselves now. Although most of his form came from his human ancestors he did have some Ancient traits, mostly giving his body more ‘youthfull’ touch. He slid his frame in the expensive dark silk, feeling it slide against his skin. He carefully wrapped a small thin piece of cloth around his middle, fastening the garb.

Grabbing the large black cloak and wrapping it around his frame, he brought the hood upwards, shielding his hair and face. The hood alone brought enough darkness to hide his face, yet he placed another item there. A thin mask was placed over his face, lined with thin lines of silver, shielding his features from commoner’s eyes. The mask itself held no enhancement or enchantment besides the occasional grease for polishing. Sliding two twin silver daggers behind his sash, he left the room, stepping into darkness. He tried to remember why darkness and shadows gave him a comforting feeling.

First in line for to the eternal throne, heir to the realm, Prince Lancius Oridium. The young man actually hated the titles and long fancy name, preferring to call himself Lance. The change into ‘godhood’ had happened three years ago. He was human then, only displaying the soft pointed ears and fair skin. When the change took him he was bed ridden for weeks, young body thrashing as he torment of magic assaulted his frame again and again. His hair and skin was drained of color and his brown eyed changed into a bright red. He was no longer human on that day, nor would he ever.

He seemingly stepped out of the shadow in his chambers, taking his place on a large throne carved out of single piece of oak. He smiled gently as he noticed the chest board in next to him A single white pawn was placed in the middle of the field, surrounded by grey pieces on all fronts. Behind that sea of grey was single black piece of wood. He heard the door open, casting a dim light in his chambers. He slid the black piece towards the white one in the center as he chuckled. He loved games, would she?

Lance eyed the tall warrior as she stepped in the room. She moved with a cats grace and looked as calm as any knight that was rewarded with the first rank. She seemed seconds away from tearing out peoples throat and at the same time dance the most delicate dance with another maiden. Lance found it fascinating how they could simply ooze that confidence and power. He basked in the woman’s glory as he held out his right hand, signaling her to move closer. While magic was an everyday occurrence in this realm, and a rarity in others, it did have significant disadvantages. A large spell or incantation required long and tedious channeling from multiple mages. Most people who were magically sensitive used other means to strengthen their channeling. Some used potions others crystals. There was even an unusual fellow who used a wand, funny really. While most of the country was run by magic, it was a weak yet stable process. The ancient ones were different, capable of engulfing entire cities in fire or draining oceans. Legend spoke off their might, claiming it matched that of the creator itself. Although the Oridium was technically a half breed, people still assumed they could match the powers that the ancient ones had. Lance eyed the young warrior as he watched her expression.

“I would hear your name and oath.”

How would the warrior respond to the frame sitting at that throne, clad in darkness whilst orbs of fire watched his very soul.
He waited for the woman’s reply, carefully weighing and measuring each word.

“Do you now, hmm..”

He let the words linger in the air as he grabbed the black piece from the board and fingered it softly, letting the wood roll through his fingers. He had a wry grin hidden behind the mask, a grin that would not lessen. He placed the piece next to the white one as he stood up, towering in front of the warrior, due to him kneeling. The prince would be quite a bit shorter had the knight been standing.

“Such a flimsy thing.”

He whispered as his right index finger began tracing a line down the warrior’s chin, gliding pas the hair and protective gear, stopping until he reached the seal on the neck. He knew exactly what it was, his whole body instantly tensing up when he prodded the magic.

“A bond. A warden. A hero. A protector. A slave. This bond makes you this. I could easily twist the weaves and force you to bark...”

He twisted the weave playfully as he forced his full essence through it. He commanded the young woman to feel the urge to bark, yet it was not strong enough for him to actually bark.

“… Should I so desire. So tell me, my hero. Why do you want to serve and obey.”

The prince took a step backwards as he knelt playfully next to the warrior, masked covered face inches from hers. His eyes peering into hers, never breaking the connection. When the woman told him why, he smirked, hidden behind the mask. He attached his essence to the link as he let a part of his magic flow into the human, completing the bond. They could feel each other’s presence now. The young warrior would no doubt feel… more alive, seeing as part of the bond offered her increased control and awareness of her own body, lowering the natural limitations a bit.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

Something about the part of the castle leading up to the chambers of gave her chills. This part of the castle, while well guarded, gave her a hollow, abandoned sort of feeling. Not that the castle ever seemed like a particularly cheerful place, the style with which the God-nobles presented themselves was far from bright or sunny. As far as she could tell the feeling stemmed from how empty this part of the castle seemed compared to the places where servants were allowed, it felt under populated and under used. She idly wondered if the currently ruling Lord's chambers gave the same feeling, or if this was a just the heir apparent chambers that gave such a gloomy feeling.

she soon found herself before the prince's chambers, guarded by a figure in heavy armor. She was unsure if there was even a person in the suit of mail, or it was a golem of sorts animated by magic. She had heard rumors of such things before. As she was instructed to reveled the mark on her neck to the guarding whatever, a small yes complex tattoo on the right side of her neck, just above the nap of her shoulder. Her mark of loyalty and submission to the role of royal bodyguard. The safety precaution that insured that no assassin or spy would be able to take the job, or any loyal guard to be bribed into treachery.

She took a deep breath as the iron clad guard moved aside and allowed her to enter a room. While this nervousness did not compare to the fear of charging in the front lines, it was certainly a kind of type of anxiety that was all together new to her. She walked in and knelt before the prince. She was a tall woman indeed, at 6'4'' she was taller than most men she encountered. Her hair was long and full and wavy, it's color a red almost as bright as the prince's eyes. A trait not natural to the people of this kingdom, but her lineage didn't stem from this kingdom. Her skin, once porcelain pale had a healthy tan to it from many days spent out doors for training and for war. Dressed in light armor, it was obvious she had the stature and muscle strength to wear heavier protection, but such was not her style, certainly not here in the role as guardian. Her body was strong and tight, though her figure was pleasantly curvy. He beauty had once made her a target for harassment among the soldiers, but they quickly learned that she was not woman to be taken advantage of.

A heavy basted sword hung from one side of her belt, a light enchantment on it to make it lighter in her hands to allow for greater speed of swinging, two long combat daggers hung from her left side, a throwing knife was hidden in her boot. Each blade personally forged for her and had saved her life while taking many others.

She responded in a clear voice "I my name is Hella Windcraft, and on my life I swear to guard you from any danger." While her last name was that of a relatively influential noble family, the first name, much like her hair, was foreign.

She lifted her head as the prince approached her standing high above her and tracing, her eyes clear and blue like the sky at mid day met his burning, piercing orbs sent odd shivers down her spine. It was like looking into fire she thought, safe at a distance, useful close, deadly inside. The touch made her grip tighten, she was unsure how to react to what was supposed to be a godling touching her.

She felt an odd pull followed and a disturbing urge to bark like he said. She did her best to maintain her gaze with his, letting no surprise or fear show in her eyes though the thought of him having that much control over here gave her sense of dread deep in her stomach. "Want is irrelevant, This fate chose me as yours did you, my Lord. I serve and obey it is what fate has called me to do, and unlike you gods, I am not able to twist fate."

once the bond was complete a boiling sensation of power swept over the knight, he fist clenched so tightly she thought she might break her skin with her nails. It was like the adrenalin rush after breaking the enemy lines when the tides of battle turned in their favor.

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance circled around the tall warrior once more before finally halting in front of her. His eyes and voice were cold and in control, yet hidden behind the mask was an amused grin. He enjoyed watching people, seeing their reaction. The young warrior had handled the bond better than his previous warden, yet it still was amusing to watch. No doubt the small increase in stamina and strength would seem incredible to her, yet it was hardly worth it in the long run. A stray bolt or an unexpected fall could kill a warden just as easy as any other human. They bled and died the same. The limitations on her human frame was now slightly less than a normal human, allowing her to channel more of what her body was actually capable off, the magic bond would only ensure that there would be no damaging side effects from the constant strain and improve healing somewhat.

“I expect you to be my shield and weapon. I need not another mouth or sharp mind…. In all things.”

Lance said that as a matter of fact, knowing full well the young warrior would understand. His former warden had tried to ‘advice’ him on some subjects, foolish man really! He watched as the woman stood up before she nodded to him, ordering her to follow him to his private quarters, off limits to all. The young prince was heir to a large empire, one with neighboring countries at all its flanks. The only thing that kept them from attacking this empire was the fear the Bloodline. In the past, his ancestors had been involved in large wars, forcing the Bloodlines to the frontlines. While a dozen mages could destroy a gate after some heavy channeling a Bloodkin could level an entire city in minutes. The sheer destructive capabilities of their bloodline was the only thing that kept other countries in check. Full scale war would be too costly on both sides, so assassination and political plotting was the number one cause of death for his family.

Due to their half breed nature four in five pregnancies resulted in stillbirths, the human side of them not able to contain the magical essence. From the babies who did manage to be born alive at least half would die upon reaching puberty, seeing as the full effect would happen then. Lance was heir to the throne, yet he was the ninth child so far. His older brother was assassinated only four years earlier. A force that could level cities and destroy landscapes could be easily poisoned or daggered. So for the last five hundred years Wardens have been used to safeguard the Blood.

“Your chamber is on the left. You can have an hour to collect yourself and your belongings. Your service to the throne will begin in an hour.”

Lance spoke calm and composed as if telling the woman what day it was. He watched the young warrior leave the room, closing the door behind her. In the back of his head he could feel the presence of the woman tugging at his core. He was aware of his Warden now, much more than she himself was of his lord. Chuckling the young prince went to fetch his wine.
The prince’s personal chambers could be described as an large Cross.

B
S-P-C
T
R​

The B; Bedroom was the Prince’s private chamber containing his oversized bed and numerous closets filled with his personal items. The room usually held little light and a large lack of windows. This was the room where the king would be without his mask most of the time. The bedroom would be cleaned by his warden or by maids chosen by the warden when the prince was in his bath.

The P; Personal quarter. A comfortable room adorned with many paintings, sculptures and other display of arts. The prince would spend most of his time in here, reading or listening to music. Two heavy doors and two smaller ones were placed in the room, the heavy ones adorned with magic. Only the prince or his warden could open the heavy doors at will, others would be unable to open them without consent of either one. Compared to the throne room and bedroom this room was bright and ‘warm’.

The S: Servant quarter. Also known as the Warding chamber. The private quarters of the prince’s personal warden. The room held everything a warden needed and more. The furnishing where above average quality, yet low enough to remind them of their place. A large bed, cabinets filled with clothing, training area, personal bath, chests, study, etc. It contained everything yet on a small scale. Should the warden need something he could order it easily, usually not needing the permission of his prince.

The C: Cleaning chambers. A large stone bath, seemingly carved out of a single piece of marble. It contained several other smaller ones and all constructed and supported by magic. Water could fall from the ceiling and heat up to whatever temperature was needed. Only the warden could enter this place if the prince was inside, seeing as he would be without his mask.

The T: Throne room. Dark, moody and lined with pieces of armor. The armor pieces where designed with magic, only the prince could activate them. The warden can order the pieces of armor to move as he commands, should the prince allow it through their bond. The throne room held an impressive oaken throne room and next to it was a small chessboard lined with pawns. Anyone besides the prince and his warden touching the chessboard would be sentenced to death, a personal order issued by the prince.

The R: The receiving room. Small marble room holding a few stone benches. Servants waited there for orders from the warden or the prince. Should a noblemen or merchant seek audience with the prince they would have to wait there.

Staff:
Excluding the warden, the prince would have a few maids and servants to serve him.
7 blinded maidens and 3 blinded youths. These servants have willingly placed a magical bond on their person, blinding their vision should they enter the royal quarters when the prince was present.

5 Guardians. Personal soldiers loyal to the prince. They are stationed in the Receiving hall and prevent anyone from entering without permission from the warden or Prince, only a blind one can enter without permission.
 
All of this would be the prince little prison as he would call it. It contained everything he would ever desire and could house more should he want it. There would be no need for him to leave his quarters except on special occasions or his future coronation. Of course he could leave his quarters when he should desire, yet the young prince would quickly find himself surrounded by a small army to protect him. The prince and his entire bloodline lived like this, sheltered from the outside world in order to keep them safe. They are weapons of mass destruction kept safe, even from themselves.

Lance watched as his warden came towards him and offered her service. Lance licked his lips as he eyed the woman. He himself was seated on a small sofa in the Personal chambers. He placed the book he was reading on his lap as he watched the woman from behind his mask.

“I wish to hear your thoughts, concerning myself and my bloodline. Honest thoughts should not fear repercussions.“

He wanted to know what the woman knew of his kind and what he had heard of the prince. No one knew what his kind looked like or how they behaved, only their wardens and elected breeding wives knew. How would the warrior react when he spoke again, waiting after the woman had answered his question first.

“I command you to kneel in front of me, peer into my eyes, and remove my mask. Then you may answer my first question again.”

He knew his. . . . Features… were unusual. Part of the changes would ensure an almost permanent youthful frame and slower aging, yet his features were also heightened. One might almost say they were too well divined or too graceful. The pale skin and hair hidden behind the mask and cloak would only amplify the burning redness in his eyes.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

"As you command my lord." she replied steadily, being examined like this made her feel like she was back in training for the first time again. Being measured, weighed, and tested for value. How many years since she first left home and enlisted in the royal military? How many years from that point had it taken to achieved full knight hood? She had an amusing disadvantage given how few females are deemed worthy of the rank of Knight, much less a first class knight such as Hella. And then here had been the issue of her...linage, but even that was eventually over looked. as she continued to succeed on the battle field her house hold gave her a firmer clam to her family name, not wanting to miss the chance in sharing in her achievements and glory, thus making her more eligible for a proper knighthood.

She bowed to her lord after he gave her permission to settle her things in her new dwelling. Already she had figured, more or less, the lay of this royal living quarters, ability to quickly understand ones surroundings was a valuable skill of a true warrior. She went to her room, where servants had already delivered most of her personal belongings left piled in packages in the center of the room. Clothing, a few personal effects, spare weapons and armor and equipment to maintain them, everything she needed for the most part was here.

Compared to living out on a battle front this room was a paradise, compared to her room in her father's home it was a plain room. Still, a bed to sleep in was better than what she was used to on the front lines or on battle patrol. The only thing she was afraid she'd miss would be the freedom to walk and go where she pleased. She had grown used to spending so much time traveling along the borders of the kingdom keeping it safe, she had grown accustom to the wide open spaces and the feel of a strong wind against her face. A light sigh left her full lips, shed simple have to suck it up and deal with it.

Unpacking didn't take much time, much of her hour was spent testing the limits of the enhancement the bond had given her and learning to cope with and ignore the sense of adrenaline high that came with it. She felt much more natural and like herself again be they time the hour was up. She had changed into more comfortable clothing, a pair of tight leather pants and a covering but slightly form fitting tunic with a embroidered rose pattern curling around it. Her weapons still hung by her side, if an assassin did dare to make an attempt on the princes life the lack of armor would not make much of a difference for the skilled warrior.

Her hour was finally up, she pulled a small silver necklace from out of her shirt, the charm on it an odd 4 point star with a eye in the center, not a symbol from this kingdom but of one very far away, she kissed it and said a quick prayer to her mother and slipped the necklace back into her shirt. Taking one last moment to compose herself she then returned to her duties as guardian. Finding him reclining leasurly waiting for her, she knelt before him once again and offered her services.

The exchange that came next honestly took her by great surprise. She was unsure how honest or detailed to be with the prince, but she was not exactly known for disobeying orders or keeping to many thoughts to herself. "I've only known you for such a short time my Lord, so I can't truely say much about my thoughts on you. I do know you and your family live under a great stress and burden being...gifted in the ways you are." She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing "As for you bloodline...Well it is a matter I have always been of two minds on. You and your family indeed have great power, but if you are related to the Creator, or gods among men, I am unsure."

"You are mortal, hence the need for people like me to be your shield. You are not infallible as history does teach us our "divine" rulers have made poor choices in the past. But your power is unmatched in all the kingdoms, and who am I to say you are any less than a god? Your power is certainly beyond anything I can comprehend or ever match."

She was further shocked by his next order, not the casual request he gave before but a true order to do what was considered, even by the noble cast, unthinkable. To gaze at the naked face of a god-noble. Despite her reservations on if such a thing was aloud she also knew that ignoring the order would be a poor choice.

She rose up and placed herself in front of the boy, knelling down and looking deep into her flaming red eyes, Gingerly she reached out and removed the mask, revealing the fare features and youthful nature of her charge. Her expression seemed to soften a bit and a way it hadn't before. "My lord...You appear to be so young. To think you have the power to obliterate me and a thousand like me, yet to my eyes you seem to be a child."

 

[DamianRuyin]

The prince eyed the Warden carefully as she spoke to him. He knew her reaction would be somewhat similar, his previous warden had been rendered and blundering idiot when he first viewed him without a mask. Still this one did not make herself a fool, too much. His face was emotionless, similar to his mask, yet his eyes betrayed his irritation. He wanted a better reaction from his new toy, needed it in fact. A simple weave of fire and air brought a current of warm air underneath the mask, carrying it back to his face and locking itself back into place. Weaving was easy for his bloodline, simple things like levitation could be done even without channeling. Standing up he barked an order.

“Be quiet and serve me.”

He lead them to the throne room and he waited for his warden to take his place before he clapped his hands once. Seconds later a stream of servants rushed in, heading towards his room. Two guards brought the first merchant inside, a fat northerner judging by his coat and skin tone. He was dancing between bowing and kneeling every few seconds before finally prostrating himself in front of the godlike creature sitting in the throne. He asked for protection and the right of trading in the southern borders, setting up a new cotton and silk caravan route there. Lance knew this would no doubt be approved by his father and the counsel, so he began instructing the man on where to go, who to see. It irritated Lance that he and his father had so little power in this empire. The counsel of seven where the actual leaders, ruling behind the scenes while he and his father’s where just puppets. Puppets that needed to be locked up and protected, unless a war broke out. The counsel of seven spears.

As the second merchant came in, Lance began feeling boredom and irritation setting in his mind. He slowly spun another weave, this one directed at the Warden. A weave so delicately slender and soft that she would not feel it grip the bond on her shoulder. A bit of prodding found the bond and he delved into it. Engulfing himself in the feeling of magic. Resonance was always a joyous experience.

- The bearer of this mark will be unable to cause harm to the recipient of this mark.
- The bearer of this mark will feel the strong need to protect the recipient of this mark.
- The bearer of this mark will feel the presence off the recipient of this mark.
- The bearer of this mark will be physically imbued by the recipient of this mark.


The contract of four, as the mages called the bond of the warden. Lance knew them well, having had the pleasure of toying around with the bond of his previous warden. He simply weaved a new command in there, so softly and with such a deft hand, the Warden would never notice.

- The bearer of this mark will feel the slightest bit of arousal when watching the bare flesh of the recipient of this mark.

Lance hid a smile behind his mask, knowing full well how awkward that command most be. The warden would not notice a thing until his next confrontation with the prince, when his mask came off again. He nodded as he sent the last merchant out of the room.

He waited for the merchant to salute and leave the room. As soon as the door closed Lance stalked out of the throne room and into the private quarters. He plopped down and grabbed his book again, sending a small thought through the bond that he required wine. He knew Warders were gifted in the art of swordplay, yet this woman was skilled, even by their standards. He could crush the warrior like a bug, incinerate her with a deft weave, yet she fascinated him. She was still wild and hard to tame, yet he would make sure she served him as he wanted to. Her gifts could be a valuable thing.

Removing his mask, he let out a sigh as he placed it carefully on the table in front of him. He waited a minute before he grabbed the glass of wine he was offered. Swirling around the glass, he peered into the bloodlike liquid before sampling it, sipping on it sparingly. He inhaled the scent and savored the taste, not a bad year.
He eyed her once as he himself leaned backwards, closing his eyes. The ward would protect himself from the warrior and his reaction time usually was enough to warn him from any intrusion at the door.

“How old are you, in mortal years… Or has your fighting ability abilities clouded that grasp of time.”

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

The sudden and effortless display of magic startled the warrior woman, never had she seen magic used so freely. It seemed all the descriptions of the royal bloodlines power were indeed true, they controlled magic as effortlessly as mortal men used their bodies. A terrifying thought to be sure. If felt odd to the knight to be guarding something so much more destructive than herself. Though to be fair most, most of the military saw the warden more as a meat shield than a true body guard. She bowed her head and rose up to standing at her order, curious as to what she said that got under his skin. Was it her lack of faith in his god linage, or was it her soft, almost codling, reaction to his appearance? Either way, she thought to herself, it was the princes fault for making it abundantly clear that she was to be honest with him.

Following after him, her hand resting on the butt of her sword, she took post to the right of the throne, standing half a step back from it so as to not be directly even with the prince, the traditional fashion of guarding a superior that she had been trained in a long time ago. This was going to be the hardest part of her job, living so long as a solider she had no patience or taste for the endless bowing, flattery and posturing of the upper class interactions, despite the fact she was also of that cast. From how board her charge looked he also appeared to be bored by the tedium of hearing request after request and compliment after compliment.

She did not let boredom dull her senses though, always her clear blue eyes carefully measured the men that entered the room, occasionally going to examine the room itself for anything unusual. Despite her hawk like alertness she was unable to feel the prince invade her, twist orders into the mark that would work it way to her very core. She was completely unaware than anything had accrued.

Finally the doldrums of seeing people with requests had ended, she hated being still and quite for that long. she stood an extra moment in the throne room, taking once last inspection of the area, partially out of personal protocol, and partially to become more familiar with the area she was to be defending. As she began to go after the prince the thought suddenly popped into her head, wine. After that long tedious chore he just preformed the prince would surely like some wine. She retrieved a bottle and a class, carefully poring the rich red liquid into the fancy glass and went to her prince, finding he had once again removed his mask.

As she drew closer to present the wine to him and got a better look at his face a very odd sensation began to bubble up inside of her. He face felt slightly flushed, weird butter flies in her stomach, as well as he heart began to pound a bit faster, the sudden feeling rendered her speechless as presented the wine to her lord, attempting to figure out the source of this sudden sensation. At first she thought it was the bond's power acting up again, but she noticed that her womanhood felt a slight tingling that could only be classified as arousal. She quickly buried the thought and feelings as best she could but she could not, her only defense was to ignore them, it was only slight she quickly just rationalized it to having been some time since she last took care of her "personal" needs and they just happen to flare up now.

She was thankful for the question, for something to get her mind active and off the slightly awkward feeling of arousal. "Well, I would slap most men to ask such a question, I fell that would be ill advised with my present company. I am 28, going on 29 in about four more moons." she replied. "What of my Lords age, if I may be so bold to ask."

 

[DamianRuyin]

“Indeed”. The half god purred as he watched her. He quickly decided he had taken a liking to this toy. The prince smiled gently as he waved towards the chair. “Do be seated. No doubt your legs will propel you upwards should danger arrive.” He chuckled gently as he sipped the wine once more. He leaned backwards as he sighed. “Twenty-eight years old and chalked to the iron chains of servitude. No doubt your young hot blood would rather be on the frontlines?” He did not need a response, he knew young warriors like the warden now sitting in front of him. He himself could understand the notion of wanting to go elsewhere, anywhere actually. He drank the last sip of wine as he grabbed a small sheet of paper he had folded on the table already. “My daily….. Schedule” He slid the paper towards the warden slowly. He had hesitated with the word schedule, seeing as it was more like a forced protocol in this dammed prison.

Montas – suntas.

First sun:
-Cleaning of the royal chambers, excluding the prince’s personal bedroom, done by the blinded ones.
-Preparing the breakfast meal of the prince and his personal warden, placed in the shared personal quarters, done by the blinded ones.
-Cleaning and dressing of the royal heir, done by the warden.

Mid sun:
-Preparing the midday meal of the prince and his personal warden, placed in the shared personal quarters, done by the blinded ones.
-Admittance of noblemen and merchants seeking audience, done by his royal prince heir.
-Cleaning of the Throne room, done by the blinded ones.

Late sun:
-Preparing the heir’s royal bath and fresh garments, done by the blinded ones.
-Cleaning and washing the royal prince in the bath, done by the warden.
-cleaning of the royal bah, done by the blinded ones.

- Signed
Authorias, virnitche.
High chancellor and second council member.
Order of the red Lance.

Lance watched as the warden picked up the paper. How would the woman react when faced with such a dull and tedious agenda, for the rest of her service. “Exciting is it not?” Lance casually commented as he grabbed his book again, pretending to read a few lines.
Lance merely watched his warden, hearing the words leave her lips. He was busy weaving a delicate weave into the bond. The bond would still remain the same, only an added line. The added line would be necessary for what was to come next. The next step on the chessboard was taken, how would the human react? He handed the female another paper, this one carefully folded and holding a seal of dark black wax. The weave he had cast on the woman would ensure the following.

- The bearer of this mark will read any letter containing the black seal and memorize it subconsciously, afterwards burning the paper. The bearer of this mark will try to follow any order contained in the letter whilst not having any memory off actually reading it.

He smiled casually as he slid the second letter towards the warrior. “Read this.”

Servant, this I command;

-You will perform your routine daily duties as you have always done in the past.
-You will never mention unusual past events to anyone, including your master, unless he gives permission.
-You will remain loyal to your master at all times.

-When dressing your master you will do so in a kneeling position.
-When dressing your master you will make sure his lower half is exposed first and dressed last.
-When dressing your master you will feel aroused.

-When washing your master you will be clothed in a large towel wrapped around your frame.
-When washing your master you will act like a proper aid.
-When washing your master you will ignore any unnatural behavior.
-When washing your master you will clean him slowly and gently using a cloth.
-When washing your master’s Phallus you will comment on the need to clean it diligently, using hygiene as an excuse.
-When washing your master you will find an excuse to wash your master without the cloth.
-When washing your master you will never once mention or think this as abnormal behavior, with the exception of your own feelings.

Signed,
Lance

He waited until the woman had finished reading before he spoke again. “As for my little housing and schedule here, this is as good as it will get. My father and I, my kind, are weapons, nothing more. They make sure I am kept safe and sane, nothing more. Why would a weapon need fun? The only exercise I get is a yearly display of my current strength. Does this bore you? This life of….mine?” He was curious to see how the magic would affect her. She had demonstrated a certain skill at burying her cravings, a good trait. Even though she looked like she was uncomfortable she kept her body still and did her job. He again waited on her answer before he spoke again.

“To answer your question concerning my age; I am fifty five years of age. Half a life time in human understanding, strange no doubt, yet for my kind I am just at the outskirts of puberty. This is not common knowledge to the general public seeing as we are thought of as immortal and thus we have no need of age. The only reason I keep track of my.. age.. is because it helps me grasp a fleeting notion of my lost humanity.”

He all said this in a calm voice, as if he was telling her his favorite socks were blue.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

She smiled at being called a young hot blooded warrior, is that how her charge saw her? How very amusing. Nearly 29 was a very old age for a solider even in these peaceful times, not many lived as long as she when much of their life is spent on the front lines, nor did were many able to keep up the strenuous pace of a warrior. Hell, even by civilian standards she was technically old-ish, especially for being an unmarried noble woman. She thought about correcting the unintentional compliment but decided against it. Probable due to the glow from being called young or the slight cloud in her judgment coming from her mysterious arousal. She examined the schedule, indeed the tasks were simple, tedious, and dull but who knows this may prove to be a welcome change of pace for the veteran knight.

"While this is far from the kind of actions we see at your kingdoms borders my lord, It's probable still more amusing than basic training for the countries military, I am sure I will manage." she replied folding up the schedule and placing it back on the table.

She rose an eyebrow when he slide her another letter and gave her a smile. She had no idea the job of body guard required the use of so much paper. She opened the thoroughly scanned the instructions inside and when she was done she crumpled the paper up, having already memorized it with the same skill she used to memorize the details of a battle field and foes combat patterns.

As if on auto-pilot she rose from her seat, walked to the fireplace and tossed in the letter, all the while her focus was on the prince and what he was saying, as if what she was doing was completely normal, almost instinctual and below addressing, like scratching an itch. " I must admit my lord the state in which our god-royals live does come as a surprise to me. But it will prove to be no more or less boring that standing at attention for hours or endless runs around the same trail."

The news of his age hit her like a true body blow, as he stated it as she was beginning to sit again. Soon as the number left his lips she practically slipped into her seat at the surprise. She had to stifle a laugh of shock, 55 and she had called him a child. Gods did she feel like a fool. No wonder he seemed so mad at her opinion of his appearance.

"That...Is rather amazing more lord, I never imagined you'd be so many years my senior, much less my senior at all."

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance chuckled loudly as a tear ran down his left cheek. He had to steady himself for a second before he looked at the young warrior. The young woman was polite and caring, an unusual trait in a warrior. “One might even say I am an old man.” He spoke softly, hoping the voice was calm and did not carry any mirth. “You are a brave woman, no doubt a fine warrior. I have no doubt you have killed before and dealt with it in your own way. You use your blade in a graceful dance of war. You pick your enemies carefully and strike for clean and quick deaths.” He waited for the woman’s reply before he sighed.

“According to the history books, the last time one of my…’kind’, Orfulff, was used, was 283 years ago. A large army had risen in the south and threatened to engulf our kingdom. The war had lasted 2 whole years, half our warriors were put to the sword. Orgulff was brought in at a decisive battle. What our whole kingdom could not do in two years, he did in fifteen minutes. Two armies and a whole city were whipped out from existence in a cleansing fire. The records say around fifteen thousand men and women died that day, no doubt children where among them.”

Standing up Lance went towards the Royal Bath. “You are a sword, one that needs maintenance to remain sharp enough for the cut. My father and I are simply siege weapons, feed and shelter us and point us where you want us to fire. I cannot have human kindness or ‘fun’, for I carry a burden not meant for humans, full scale destruction.” He opened the door and made his way over towards the bath. “We will speak of this another time. I want my bath in fifteen minutes. Send one of the maids to grab my garments for the night.”

-Fifteen minutes later.-

Lance was busy in lowering his form in the water, just as his warden came into the room. His other servant had her eyelids closed, as she poured more hot water in the bath, her hands making delicate movements, born out of years of long practice. The large tub was four by four meters wide, cut down into the stone floor. Lance lowered himself in the water as he found a small stone ledge he could rest his body on. The water was warm, steam already forming in the chamber. His maid had already tested the water for poison and rubbed the tonic on her bare skin, before pouring it in the bath.

The tonic she had poured in there was a silvery concoction that smelled of lavender and roses. It formed a thick foamy layer on the water’s surface, blocking any view. The prince inhaled the scent as he closed his eyelids. He did not know why, yet the tonic always made him relaxed, if not drowsy. His warden would be the only one who was permitted in the room with him once he bathed, so his maid rushing out of the room as soon as she heard water moving was no surprise.

“Thank you maiden”

He whispered as she made a last curtsy before shutting the door behind her. Lance did not know if his warden had seen his exposed skin before he submersed himself in the water. His frame was marble stone carved into a human frame, the only way to describe him. He was not pale of skin, simply a different white. He was devoid of any excess hair, his body strangely too symmetrical. He resembled a young male, mid puberty, yet at the same time a fully grown man in his prime. It was as if his body was still deciding between youthful graces or handsomely mature. His family bred only with strong genetic families, making sure each woman was highly intelligent, sharp and possessed excellent physical traits.

“I am prepared. Don’t worry about fumbling around on your first time. I understand this is not the common skillset of a warrior. You’ll learn in time and forget the thoughts wrapped around this act. Now, tell me some of your battles and skirmishes while I bath.”

Lance grinned as he knew the orders would make this a fun experience. The warrior would bathe the young prince as the letter ordered her, not realizing how unusual the bathing process would be. Yet the command to feel attracted to the prince would no doubt make this very, very…’difficult’ for the woman.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

Hella knew the history of war, what he was telling her was no shock, though it did give her cause to wonder about the full capacity of Lances power. If he had the same kind of might as was demonstrated by his ancestors she felt like a mouse guarding a powered keg. Though his seemingly romanticizing of her killing and then going on to demonizing his own killing potential was strange to her, she felt flaws in his logic that she chose not to address.

He spoke like he was already a killer, but there was a good chance that his powers would never be used for the killing, much less on such a massive scale, given no country would dare declare full war anytime soon. And even so, likely his father would be called into battle not him. Furthermore he spoke as if he was a caged animal or a locked up war beast, yet he must know his families power was too great to be chained and guided unless they allowed themselves to be. If he or his father decided that this way of life was not what they wanted, honestly, who in this kingdom could stop them? Even if you gathered every mage from every corner of the kingdom you probable couldn't match the power of the youngest of the nobles, much less the father. She kept these thought to herself, surely these facts were self evident to the prince, and he had said to her he didn't want another smart mouth around. Which she could understand, spending 20 plus years as an adolescent would be rather infuriating and probable involve a lot of being talked down to.

Was it bath time already? She nodded her hair and went and made the bath arrangements he had asked. She went into her room and disrobed wrapping a towel around her frame, carefully tucking it and position it the best she could to keep everything hidden. The towel was nearly to small for this task given her height and long legs. the towel stopped just shortly after her personal areas, if she were to stretch her arms up he woman hood would be visible, if she even bent forward slightly her plump, firm ass would be bared for the world to see.

By the time the 15 minutes had passed she realized that her light feeling of arousal had left her. Perhaps just a flash of desire, it had been so long since she had found any personal time, and many years since she had any kind of lover.

Strangely enough though, as she walked in and saw her prince's completely naked form the feeling seemed to return, greater than before now that she could see more of his naked body than just his face, not that she knew that was the cause. All she knew was that she was feeling even hornier than before and she couldn't place why, she fidgeted a little trying in vain to get her body to calm down. She resigned herself to ignore the feelings and do her best to not betray them in her body language or explression, though light blush across her cheeks betraid her hot and bothered state.

"You may find me better at it than you think my Lord, I'm sure my hand will prove skilled at any task you require of them." she replied with a smile, picking up a wash cloth and some bottles of soap and ointment before joining him in the bath. carefully she poared the soap and ointments on the cloth and rubbed it till it was nice and lathered and began to carefully clean her lords body, starting at the top.

"My lord, I am no bard or poet, my stories about war would not be glorious or enjoyable, nor am I equipped with the skills to make them very interesting." she replied politely, honestly she was not eager to talk about any of her war stories because unlike some soldiers she did not find glory in battle, but in victory. All the blood on her hands was a sad side effect of the goal of victory.

She soon seemed to grow frustrated with the cloth. "This blasted thing is useless, it won't lather like I want it to..." she grumbled tossing it to the side. she applied the soap and oils to her hands and lathered them up and began to clean him with her bar hands, running them carefully along his chest and arms. Her hands were strong yet surprisingly soft. Her Father had made her train only while wearing gloves, not believing that she would make a good solider he didn't want her to grow callused rough hands and be harder to marry off.

her hands soon worked their way to his lower body find him manhood and gently began to rub and stroke the royal member. causally commenting "I don't know how you got this dirty my lord, I must be sure to clean your thoroughly." as one hand worked the slowly growing shaft and the other gently massaged the balls.

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance was leaning backwards as he began listening to her explanation. The hands soaping him up were, rough yet pleasant. The woman was obviously more used to holding a sword or axe than she was holding a cloth, yet she did fairly well. Her explanation was clear, if not a bit brutal. He had heard of countless skirmishes, he wanted to hear legendary stories, one of heroic deeds.

He felt the cloth begin cleaning his skin, rubbing hard on his back and chest. The effects of the oil and the rubbing was slowly brining the prince in a gentle trance. The delicious faze between sleeping and being awake. He still noticed everything, his body was simply more relaxed. The cloth slowly began making his way downwards, cleaning his legs and toes, stopping just in front of his organ. “You are doing fine, just relax and continue. A warden is only allowed inside the royal bath with the prince, seeing as I am at my most weakest when bathing or cleaning. This is the reason why maids or servants are not allowed inside. You are my only protection.” The young man said when his servant removed the cloth and began cleaning him with her bare hands.

He held his eye shut as he exhaled deeply, obviously feeling more relaxed. No doubt the rest of the commands would soon be tugging at her subconscious, telling her to clean him properly and completely. The layer of foam prevented the warden from seeing the prince’s exposed form. How would she react when she found the little surprise waiting for her.

Seconds later she was cleaning the prince’s royal breeding rod. The prince was holding his teeth firmly shut, not wanting to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing him bite his lip or moan. He kept his face blank and devoid of emotion.
Generations of genetic matchmaking and selective breeding had brought some desirable traits. When Lance would grow older and more mature, a few decades from now, he would reach his full growth. His father stood around six foot and six inches. Still Lance had one trait that was already at the impressive grown-up size. Being in a constant state of puberty brought some ‘amusing’ side effects. No doubt the warden could feel that effect, as the thick shaft twisted and throbbed playfully, sending down a steady stream of pre-cum.

He completely ignored the female in her inquiry of her cleaning service. He simply let her continue with the service, occasionally asking a small detail about her past or telling her to retell a town’s description. To any sane normal person it would look like Lance considered this situation normal, her magical bond would be persuading her off the same. This was normal, completely. When she was finished with her tale, Lance sighed. He began venting his frustration, telling her how small he felt when receiving this act. The fate of their kingdom rested upon his capabilities of producing a new generation of weapons, enough to strengthen their kingdom. The organ was very important in that act, so it would require maintenance. Lance knew that the woman would be fighting with some subconscious desires, to clean him better and longer. Yet how would she deal with the strange arousal she had been feeling all day? No warrior could simply pleasure herself or boink the Prince. She would have to keep herself in line.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

Surprisingly enough she rather enjoyed the casual conversation with the prince, answering his more basic question, anything to steer the conversation away from war stories. Perhaps one day shed feel more comfortable talking about them, but as it stood now they did seem to far away, her most recent bit of combat was only 2 months ago, before she was called into the capital to be the new warden. Perhaps when those harsh wounds were more healed and distant she wouldn't mind so much. She talked with the prince, telling him things that he could easily learn about her and her family not getting into the more personal detail simple because he didn't ask. Things about her father, the region of the kingdom she was from, where and who she was trained under.

The size of his royal cock was certain a surprise, similar in the way his age had been a surprise. a realization that came almost casual to her as she continued to stroke the hot rod of flesh. With out a good look she couldn't be sure, but this could possibly be among the largest, if not the largest, cock she had ever come in contact with. While the magic influencing her kept her various thoughts and feelings connecting in a way that would give her a full picture of what was really happening right now, deep down on an instinctual level her body seemed to know what it was doing, and it made her arousal all that much harder to ignore and stand.

He pussy ached for satisfaction, her heat was racing and her face was showing cracks in her casual facade, her expression betraying the effect the activity was having on her. But given she would NEVER pleasure herself in front of the prince, even if she was sure she could get away with it without him noticing, and jumping his bones was even less of a possibility, all this lust was working it's way into her subconscious and having an effect. That effect being that she was working his now throbbing cock not in a way of cleaning but in the manner of a lover jacking of their partner. Though her hand were now enthusiastically pleasuring the prince her mind still registered it as innocent cleaning.

after a short bit of the more intense pleasuring of the prince she gave him a smile removing her hands from his cock, though she felt a powerful urge to continue cleaning, she also recognized that the job of cleaning was done. "Okay my lord, I believe were done here. Shall we get your dried off and dressed?"

 

[DamianRuyin]

When the woman started to shake and twist, all the while keeping a steady hand on the prince, Lance felt his own need arrive. The fact that the warden was oblivious to the fact how wrong this felt was even better. No doubt the only thing the warder would see was…. Wrong, was the fact that she had cleaned the prince and felt aroused at the same time. The warden would realize that she was wrong, the prince did nothing wrong, even if he had just expelled a unholy amount of his pre-essence on the warden’s wrist and hand.

Even after the woman was done cleaning she kept stroking the prince, the commands still in effect. Lance himself would have not given the command to stop. He enjoyed being milked dry for a few more seconds, finally hearing the woman speak of drying him off. He made sure none of the sticky substance was on his person as he stepped out of the bath. “Dry yourself and me off, I’ll see to my own clothing for the night.”

He watched as the warden obeyed, drying him off completely if not a bit ‘Unusual’. When the prince was dry, he made his way over to his room. He glanced at the outfit that was prepared for the next day, expensive dark green silk and silver ornaments. He sighed as he stepped into the bed, falling asleep seconds later.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

She nodded her head and followed his command diligently. Stepping out of the tub, the wet towel clung to her curvy frame, betraying her well maintained figure even more than before. She tossed the wet towel aside. She was glad she was soaking wet, because she was sure she was so aroused her womanhood was leaking down her legs, and if the prince knew how aroused she was...she didn't think she could bare the shame. Such a thing is truly unworthy of a knight of her caliber. She promised herself that she would learn greater self control as she wrapped herself in a fresh towel and then went to the task to drying her charge.

The task went much the way the bath did, once she had dried most of his body she spent extra time, care, and attention on his nether regions, feeling shameful amounts of sexual urges as she did. Cure this weak flesh and the sins it craves. She bowed and wished him a good night as he left for his room.

She to retired to her room for the night. As she laid in bed she struggled with her body, still craving release from all this sexual tension, but with the princes room so close she felt that taking care of herself would be far to dangerous, what if he came in requiring he for something? What if she couldn't keep her voice down due to incredible amount of arousal? She bit her lip and rolled on her side, she would have to grin and bare it, the craving would pass with time.

morning rolled around, the knight woke after having so odd dreams, while they were fuzzy and growing fuzzier she was sure that at one point sex had been involved given the embarrassing little stain on her sheets. She sighed slightly, feeling a great deal less horny than yesterday, but still as if she needed release. She dressed in loose clothing and began her personal morning exercises. She wondered when the prince would be awake.

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance woke as  he had always had, weary and tired to the bone. While his species only grew more and more powerful per generation, it also came at a cost. Strain, pressure and even memories were transferred as well. A biological process that also happens in other species. A so called natural instinct. The instinct and memories that told a bird when to migrate or a fox when to slumber was haunting Lance. Every painful memory of his ancestors was in there, haunting his sleep and subconscious ever since he transcended into godhood. It wasn’t all bad, seeing as he could see first hand how his predecessors went wrong, yet it still scarred a person. Every one of his kind dealt with it on his own way. His father had become devoid of emotion, simply becoming that what he was treated to be. A weapon that needed regular maintenance now and again, while his great, great grandfather had went on a killing spree after he went mad. The order of the red Lance had been established that day. Seven of the worlds strongest mages, each supported by hundreds of others, battled the half god. They barely stood a chance, yet a single randomly thrown spear had taken the life of the god king. The counsel of the seven red spears had been formed that day. Officially they only advised the royal bloodline, yet unofficially they and their decedents have been ruling the empire ever since, plus serving as a reminder that even gods could die.

He shook of the feeling of pain and suffering as he crawled out of his bed. He himself dealt with his condition on a different way. He toyed and played games, preferably with human lifes. He would never go as far as to hurt or permanently scar people, yet a prank or two would do just fine. He enjoyed teasing his wardens above all, seeing as most of them had a stick up their rear. His first Warder had been an offspring of the original seven counsel members, a fact that he reminded him of each day. The man had been reduced to a compliant servant within three weeks. A feat that the counsel was quickly aware off. In their minds Lance was a… unpredictable risk. He was behaving too sane, to… human? In a hundred years or so he would equal his father in power, twice that he would begin overpower him. Peering down Lance noticed his other morning.. condition. A constant state of puberty had its disadvantages as well. With that mindset he began forming a new playing field for his warden and himself. How long would she continue to interest him?

He sliced through the weaves he had spun around her bonds of servitude, removing any condition he had placed upon her, whilst still keeping the memory of the written note a secret. So, clad now in his green silk attire, adorned with silver, he entered their shared chambers. He noticed her strained body through his bond. He remembered her personality and decided she was working out or practising sword movements. He smiled as he inhaled her still wild spirit. Focusing on the bond he let slip a bit more of his essence in there, offering even more gifts for her. He made sure her basic healing were improved first to allow the constant strain on her body. The healing would not mean a cut would instantly heal, yet it would remove the strain on her muscles, prevent small bone fractures and alter her cell division, allowing slower aging. A grin came on his face as he gave her one more gift; increased hormonal production. It would no doubt have positive effects such as faster reflexes and a better battle raqe. Yet, lust and long term physical growth would also increase. He grabbed a small book and placed a slender digit on the page, marking the first sentence. He liked reading, especially when others were around. It gave you the opportunity to listen and observe others while they could not do the same.

 He heard the door opening as he smiled gently, offering her a most pleasant day. His mind however was placing fase two of their game. How would her skill and luck help her out in this one? He wove the weaves in place and felt it settle on her bond of service.

-The bearer of this mark will see the recipient of this mark as pleasantly attractive-
-The bearer of this mark will think see recipient of this mark as sexually inexperienced and uneducated, believing he is most naive in this field.-
-The bearer of this mark will feel the need stop wearing underclothing, believing it would get in her way or slow her reaction time.-
 

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

Hella was simple amazed at how great she felt with the bond enhancing her movements, how quick and sharp she was, the longer she kept up her exercises the quicker and stronger she felt. Little did she knew this was because her prince had given her a little boost, but regardless she couldn't help but feel a bit giddy at her increase in power and speed. There were few who could best her in combat, she'd confidently wager that none could do it now.

She stopped before breaking a real sweat, not wanting to go the whole day feeling dirty. She striped down naked and lay on the bed for a few minutes to be sure her body would cool down. Her as her mind wondered she thought how horrible stiff she felt while training with her underwear. She of all people knew that being at your best at all times was what kept her and her comrades alive. She couldn't have a silly thing like clothing slowing her down.

-so I simple shall not wear them...today at least- she reasoned to her self, rolling out of bed now that she felt sufficiently cooled down. She slipped on cloths for the day, her pants were tight an hugged were naked ass well, she decided on a tight top as well, to give her ample breasts some support. The light cloth of her shirt betrayed her showing her nipples were hard from the still lingering arousal of yesterday. She chose to ignore it, the prince seemed like an innocent mind despite his age. He himself said he was technically only an adolescent. He likely knew nothing of sex of the female body. In a weird way you kind of felt sorry for him about that.

once she was dressed to her satisfaction and her unruly red hair brushed into order, she left her quarters and found the prince was already up and reading. She smiled and bowed, perhaps it was being on the second day of the job but she felt less nervous about seeing the prince and more appointed what a fine young man he was. Very eyes on the eyes, there were certainly worst people she could be forced to protect. Though the sudden realization of how good the prince looked did nothing for her lingering, and seemingly already growing again, arousal.

"Good morning my lord, I pray you rested well."

 

[DamianRuyin]

A single digit marked a page in his book as he placed it on his lap, hands folding on his thighs. He watched her come closer towards him as he smiled. “Indeed I slept well,” He lied.” No doubt thanks to your watchful eyes.” He gestured to his right, pointing at a vacant seat next to him and a tray of food for the both of them. Per protocol she would eat the same meal as he would, ensuring that no food he ate would be poisoned. He smiled once more as she sat down and began her first task of the day. The food as always was perfect, only the best quality food. Lance quickly gulped down his portion while keeping silent, enjoying the pleasant quiet between them.

He would act innocent and pleasant today, showing her a softer side besides the strict ruling god. He wanted her to see him as inexperienced and frail. How fun it would be when he sprung his little trap. He placed his mask on his face as he rang the bell. Seconds later three blinded maidens rushed in and cleaned the room, leaving fresh flowers and some more books. Lance simply went back to reading, occasionally smiling at his warden. For two hours this went on, silence and boredom. When the meetings began again, the warden finally had something to do, if only stare threateningly at the merchants. Three hours the pleading, begging, asking and praying continued until Lance finally decided it had been enough. He left the room and went towards a small cabinet, pulling out two separate packages.

“I think you need some exercise and fun now and again, otherwise you might end up going berserk and slay one of the merchants.” He chuckled softly as he eyed her friendly, his eyes speaking that he meant no offence. “Although it is frowned upon, I’d love if you would teach me the art of self-defense, although I would probably never need it with you around here.” He handed her the package while he clutched one of his own. “These are traditional Tor’sha suits, or bonding rings in the old tongue. They will allow better cooperation between linked mages. No doubt this would help me learn faster. Get dressed and meet me in five minutes in my room.”

He gave her another innocent smile as he himself disappeared in his own room. He would wait for her to change before he even considered changing. He could disrobe and get changed within minutes, yet he strangely enjoyed letting her take care of his basic needs. So when she would enter once more, he would look innocent and friendly, asking her gently to help him undress. Her large height and his smaller one would make it harder for her to undo his shoes, socks, pants and briefs without getting on her knees. He would weave the smallest notion in her mind to first start with his pants and briefs before starting at anything else. He would help her with his changing , not once commenting on her new clothing. When he was fully exposed he would ask her to help him put on the Tor’sha. The suit he was wearing started at the knees and ended at the elbows. It was a full body suit that was extremely tightfitting, yet amazingly flexible and stretchy.

To make matters even harder he would use magic on his clothing to make putting it on harder for her. While her suit simply slid over her skin like water, his clothing would require tugging and brushing. Especially around his thighs and waist. How would she react and respond to such a situation? The only plus side for her was that she knew the Prince was too innocent and naïve to know how wrong such tugging and brushing must be. Yet, how would she deal with the inevitable erect organ?

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

She eagerly ate the expertly prepared food laid out before them. While Hella was no stranger to fine food given her families status, she spent the patter part of her life mostly dining on the simple rations of the military. and while food was never declined on the battle field, it was often simple and bland. But the food hear put even the meals she had the few times she dined with her father to shame. Just goes to show the level of difference between royalty and the nobility. While the silence morning routine was rather relaxing, it was also a bit on the dull side. She was sure she would grow used to it and even to appreciate it, but she was so used to being constantly active that she felt like she was wasting time or being useless.
The boredom was at first cut down and then multiplied by task of hearing requests. While glaring menacingly at the windbags that didn't know when to shut up, her hand fiddling with her sword, half wondering if she attacked one just for the hell of it and claimed 'he was suspicious' would she get in trouble. She was relieved when it was over, silence was far more tolerable that listening to those endless begging and whining.
She was surprised and oddly touched by the request to be trained in the art of combat. She had not thought it would be something the prince would be interested in. Getting dirty, sweaty, and potential bruised and bloody didn't seem like royal pass times to her. She gave him a smile back accepting the fancy training suite he offered her. "Well frowned upon and forbidden are two very different things." she said giving him a playful wink "I would be honored to teach you a thing or two my lord." She left for her room, already running through potential training routines in her head, having to think carefully to not do anything to dangerous or exhausting for the young prince, she would hate for him to get hurt.
She striped off her clothing and slipped on the suit, they get-up he had given her appeared to be roughly the same size as the one he was going to wear as well, seeing as the legging stopped just shortly after her round butt cheeks and the seemed to strain against her ample breasts. Despite the seemingly tight appearance she felt that it fit her perfectly, so light and flexible. As if she was wearing nothing at all.

when she entered the princes room and he sweetly asked if she would help him get changed she couldn't help but give him a warm smile, so innocent and helpless this little royal was. She nodded her head and began. Knelling down she started with his pant and briefs, as she began to touch him the sense of how attractive he was began to flare up again, as well as a feeling of arousal from her lack of release. Soon he was completely exposed before her, and he requested her to help him put on the training suit. She galdly agreed to.

She was surprised it was so difficult to do when it had been so easy on herself. She struggled and pulled and tugged from ever which angle but the Tor'sha didn't seem to want to slide on. Soon on one reach around to try and pull up the front she found the princes member erect. Her heart skipped a beat in embarrassment. Poor thing probable didn't even know why it was like that. She looked around at the massive member throbbing before her and sighed, it was her own incompetence in dressing him that got him this way. She felt like she had to take responsibility

"There is no way were going to get this blasted suit on while your like this my lord. I don't suppose you know how to...'take care' of it do you?" Though she asked to be sure she was almost completely certain he did not. "If not I suppose I would have to take care of it for you." she said as if it wasn't a sexual thing at all, mealy something in the way of their training session, as if it was simple as casual as warm up stretches or getting dressed.

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance wanted to grin out, chuckle even, yet he kept his innocent features smooth. The woman had simply offered him to take care of his needs, no doubt try and pleasure him. He eyed her friendly ad he wove a weave upon his suit, sliding the cloth further up his skin and settling there perfectly. He was now fully dressed and ready for combat, the only thing spoiling that thing was the massive erection that was straining against the suit. The suits were made of a greyish tone, yet would not stay for long. “Take care of it?” The young man asked polity, voice holding more questions as if he had never heard of it before. “I was instructed to clean that port of myself frequently yet otherwise leave it alone.”

He spun on his heels and walked towards the opposite side of the room, grabbing two training swords. He threw her one and raised his own. “Teach me, if you please.” He moved two steps forward as he waited for her stance to change into a fighting pose. He had never held a sword in his hand and was surprised of heavy a training sword actually felt. He suddenly charged at her when she took a step forwards, attacking again and again. He was reckless, lacked any technique and left himself open far too many times. The only plus side he displayed was that he was ambidextrous in his hands and feet, although that was hard to pick out. He knew she could beat him in 40 different ways and still have at least a dozen techniques ready to beat him again, yet he did not want to beat her. He wanted to make her sweat, work her up.

The suit that clung to her and him slowly faded from grey tone it had before to an almost transparent color. This happened slowly, a subtle and lengthy process. Besides the transparency it also became slightly more tight every few moves. It would barely be noticeable, only tightening when someone was fighting. Where her suit before was simply tight fitting, it now hugged her skin, displaying even the veins on her body. Her breasts were held tightly and the lips of her nether region was displayed as well. The suit digging softly in her gender and rear. I did not spread the fabric of the suit from one of her breast or behind to the other, it now followed the skin, separating the two orbs from the other. The same was for the prince. At first he simply had a throbbing manhood pressing against his stomach, yet over time the skin was almost coated around his manhood, not pressing again his stomach any more.

Like this they fought on and on, all the while the suit tightening around the both of them. When she spun around and slammed the sword out of his hand, he rushed forwards, grabbing her waist and tackling towards the ground.

 

[Bound To Pleasure]

She blushed at his question after the suite was finally on his body. He truly knew nothing about sex, not even masturbation. How sheltered a life he must live here. She bit her lip hearing the question in his voice. She wouldn't be the one to teach him about sex, that was for sure. It was not in her job description. He would have to probe further on the topic for her to do something like that, since if he did she would feel responsible for putting the questions into his mind, and it was not like he could ask anyone else these things.

She was glad he quickly changed the topic to training, letting her mind go elsewhere other than the topic of potential having to explain sex to a royal. She caught the practice sword, thinking to herself that this must have been something he was interested in before she came here else he would not have these suites or practice swords ready. She was about to start explaining how he should hold the sword and what a proper stance was like when he charged at her, her reflexes taking over and parrying every hack, stab, and slash he threw at her. "Eager to get to the point are we prince? Fine then, we'll start with conditioning. See if you can strike me."

While she easily dodged and blocked his every attack, he was far more relentless and had much more strength and stamina than she would have ever guessed by looking at him. She noted that he seemed ambidextrous, perhaps a two sword style or a sword and dagger combination style would suite him better than single. Time went on, and her body began to glisten with sweat, she didn't notice the slow transformation of their suites until it was more apparent on the prince. It was then she became aware of what was happening to her own suite. She felt it squeezing pleasantly around her whole body, it was like a thousand hands feeling her ever curve. how it squeezed at her breasts, her womanhood, and her ass had her heart race faster than the work out alone could manage thanks to the arousal it was causing, making her to sweat just that much more.

As she noted the prince was practically naked before her now, and she assumed she herself was in a similar state, she felt perhaps it best to end this match. With a swift motion she disarmed the boy but was caught off guard by his sudden tackling her to the floor. She could feel his body warmth against her own as if they were holding one another while completely naked. Her body shivered with longing at the sensation, begging to be satisfied though her mind denied the craving of her flesh.

"You have great tenacity my Prince." she replied, slightly short of breath, though honestly from being hot and bothered than from the workout "It will serve you well once we teach you proper form and how to hold a blade." she commented gently. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg, she had hoped the work out would have made it go away, but from the feel of things it had only grown harder.

 

[DamianRuyin]

Lance smiled, a youthful smile that was almost impossible to deflect. He leaned forwards to grab her training sword that was next to her, at the same time sliding his throbbing manhood closer towards her. He stopped just before his engorged member touched her gender, giving off a warmth that could no doubt be felt by her. He grabbed the sword tightly in his hands as he moved his hips forwards just an inch, pressing the tip off his organ against her suit protected sex, even probing it just a little. As quickly as the encounter was, he was back up his feet again. He grabbed the other sword and placed them both in a small cabinet. “You sure don’t hold back. I’ll be stiff all over.” He said as he turned on his heels and let her glimpse his almost naked form once more before he returned to his chambers, telling her she could have a couple of hours for herself.

Seeing as the day was still young, Lance wove new set weaves on her bond, keeping the old ones in place. These would no doubt keep her busy, while working perfectly together with the older ones.

-The bearer of this mark will be more and more fixated at the Recipient of this mark’s phallus, mentally or physically measuring it and comparing it to items or her own body.-
-The bearer of this mark will unconsciously become more daring and covert in her actions of lust, believing the Recipient of this mark would never notice.-
-The bearer of this mark will unconsciously display more and more of her body, either by tighter/smaller clothing or taking certain poses/positions.-

Lance washed himself clean, mostly using magic to speed the process. When he was done he dressed himself in a long and thin bathrobe. He knew it was still too early for his regular bath, yet it offered some fun situations. So when she would return he would be sitting in front of a large open fire, his body supported by a large sofa.