POACHER! (Jack Stalker and SHARPii)

[Jack Stalker]

POACHER!​

Several deer had vanished from the royal forest over the past few days and it was more and more likely that some ne’er-do-well or poacher was responsible. Normally Prince Cavillion of the Vale, high born of Greynest and heir to the golden throne of the south would have left it to his men to deal with, but it had been reported to him that some insolent wench may have been responsible for the atrocity. His rangers had determined that often only parts of the animal would be taken, combined together with the type of arrows used and depth of the injuries, this pointed them towards the supposition that a female was the culprit.

Prince Cavillion knew exactly how to deal with some insubordinate slut who thought she could intrude on his land, she would be caught and taught a lesson she would never forget by his very hand. If she was lucky and fair of skin then the lesson would be taught upon the end of his rampant and cunt hungry cock, rather than at the end of a blade or a whip. His hunger for female flesh was growing within him and he had set off immediately to begin a patrol, dispatching his men to the edges of the forest as soon as a rough fix had been ascertained regarding the poacher’s position. Apparently she was heading towards the sheltered falls, a scenic spot which was deep in his lands and sported a small waterfall and bathing pond.

Moving through the woods on his trusty steed, Silverthorne, he tethered the beast at a convenient tree and made the rest of the way to a vantage point close to the falls on foot. He was able to move quickly in his light leather armour and carrying his blade and bow in sheath and upon back. His lean and muscular form allowed him to take long powerful strides towards his destination, yet his footfalls left almost no trace upon the forest floor thanks to his years of training. As he made steady progress through the undergrowth his imagination began to run wild, as he thought about the tender flesh of the criminal whore who had dared breach his borders and invade his land. Soon she would be reaping his royal brand of justice as she was punished with the breaching of her own holes as he violated and abused the tight wet cavities of her body. He looked forward to the opportunity to deliver his punishment to her for her insolent thievery and cavalier invasion of his domain.

Following her footfalls was easy, enabling him to estimate her size and weight long before he managed to lay his eyes on her. He was not disappointed, raping her a dozen times as he approached her and letting his eyes and mind alike feast on the possibilities of what he would actually be able to get up to with her. It was at times like this that he revelled in the power of his station and laughed at the thought that lesser men would never have the opportunity to slake their lust fuelled thirst for flesh with a beauty such as this one.

He revealed himself immediately, stepping into view from behind a wall of greenery as he approached the falls and pond and declaring his presence as he dragged his eyes about her form. He took in her appearance and manner of dress, while speaking in his trademark strong and commanding tones.

"So, you insolent wench, what craven madness had brought your whorish form to commit treason within the royal forest of Greynest? Present yourself, slut, so that Prince Henry Cavillion may pass judgement on your sinful and wretched flesh and deliver just punishment to you for your wicked crimes." he said loudly, in a mixture of demand and command. Was that Natalie Westport? From one of the neighboring villages...

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Several deer had indeed vanished over the course of a few days; dragging what she could to her village. It was unfortunate, spilling the blood and life of an innocent woodland creature to feed the depravity of her village who unfortunately happened to be low-stocked, capable of easy famine and disease, and poverty-ridden among the struggling yet surviving inhabitants. Despite its risk, she knew well of, and the illegality of it all, it was for a good cause, for the sake of her village. It’s not like she was born evil or born with this provoking need to seek out the ever-famed Prince but its perks were heavily noted, a good enough inspiration to give him a word or two perhaps, despite his supposed domineering will she only heard of and thankfully never received, not to her knowledge that is.


Natalie Westport made her way over through the forest, finding the very same spot that was both breathtakingly beautiful and like a little oasis in the middle of these parts. There was no amount of spring better enough for a bathing opportunity like this one she found during the start of her many indiscreet extracurricular activities involving the many lives of deer. Standing before it, she dropped her armory and began to undress, her brown eyes greedily drinking in the beautiful sight before her, article of clothing one by one being removed from her body until there was nothing but the necklace she wore and little scraps of material to keep heavenly parts concealed.
Bare feet walked through the soft grass and moist dirt until they dipped into the cool water, she walking in further until half of her body was submerged, enveloping her completely. Her arms spread out before her as she floated forward, stomach down, swimming into the water before going under.

She swam through it, the cool feeling taking in her body greatly, she turning onto her back as she floated through. The sun shone as little specs through the trees that filled the sky and her eyes slowly closed, a look of absolute peace and serene taking over her delicate features, washing herself clean of her latest sporting adventures, calming and mellowing down after a raucous grueling day.
Standing up in the pond, half of her body submerged while the other remained revealed, her hands ran through her thick brown locks, drops of water hitting along her body, down her neck, her breasts, trickling further down her stomach. While one hand was in her hair, the other made its way down the trail of water droplets over her stomach, down and down, until it went under the water, between her legs to the hidden folds of all things delicious; the epicenter of everything carnally good.

It hadn’t even dawned on her the emerging footsteps through the forest, leading up to her current whereabouts until a voice startled her back into reality. Her hands dropped and she turned, eyes locking on the triumphant Prince before her. His language was crude and insulting but the look of amusement that played over her face and reaching into her eyes could not be held back, neither did she try to. Slowly, she walked out of the water, the water steaming down her nude body as she now stood firmly above the earth, no act of covering up her indecency shown; she simply stood there, making herself present before the angry Prince, her lips curling into a small smile, a smile of knowing but of no fear. “My my, Prince Cavillion, coming to grace my lowliness with his esteemed presence.” Her tone was nearly sarcastic as she bowed, but did not lower her head. Standing upright again, boldly stepping towards him. “I see nothing wrong in the crimes you’ve accosted me with, neither shall I repent. Had your good Grace paid more attention to the lands in your kingdom, such treachery would not have taken place.” She was one of those fair maidens of a lowly village who had no fear to the royal family but more of a disgust and outrage in the poverty that struck villages like her own, bravely defending it and what it stood for. She didn’t hold her tongue and while it may deem her a troublemaker for not simply bowing to the whim of many like himself, she stood her ground, humbly planting her feet in the soiled earth before her, dampening as water dripped from her luscious curves.

“Have I truly offended thee, Your Grace? Your land, your dwellings, your creatures? Do you continue to imply that I have soiled your pond with my lowly wench and whorish tendencies?” Her tone dripped with a feigned sincerity, taking another step towards this man, her eyes not daring to back down its bold gaze upon this man of power.
Small fear scoped through her but none she allowed into the forefront. If it was so treasonous, would she be seeing her finals days in prisonment before her untimely death? Or was he a just monarch?

 

[Jack Stalker]

"You should take more care with your insolent and criminal activities, whore. I know you, Natalie Westport, you have come to my attention before now, as all who fail to recognize their place come to my attention." he replied with a smirk as he raped very inch of her exposed flesh with his eyes, her brazen and wanton approach towards him which left her body naked to his merciless and lust fueled eyes amused him and aroused him even further. His foot long erection stretched out the pants he wore, snaking through them as the nearness of her body and the wetness of it invaded his thoughts and fueled his need to take hold of her and plunge into her flesh. "You should be more respectful with words and dress. Exposing yourself within the royal forest is also a crime, there are priests among the holy who would flog you raw for such degradation and insolence before God and Prince." he added with a grin. If she had been a lady he may have stepped forward to offer to cover her with a robe, instead he simply drank in the expanse of drenched flesh which had been offered up to him, hunger and desire burning bright in his eyes and on his face.

He slipped off his cloak and let it fall to the floor, taking off his gloves and discarding them to the cloth as well. His eyes were all over her, then staring into her own as he spoke again. "You see nothing wrong in murdering the royal deer in this forest? You see nothing the matter with soiling the royal pond with your body? Of refusing to repent and beg forgiveness from your lord and master?" he continued as he approached her. "A mere ranger in my employ may have decided to run you through or slap you in manacles by now. I, on the other hand, have decided that a much better use of your body can be achieved than simple imprisonment or chastisement." he explained as he moved slowly towards her. Her naked body was something which was a rare sight about the castle and lands, no lady or up and coming princess would so casually display her cock teasing body in such a brazen fashion. It was obviously the habit of a whore and a lesser woman from the world beyond the castle walls and beyond the veil of decency which was draped across such places.

Walking up to her he reached out and slid a hand about her neck, holding it in a powerful grasp. His free hand moved to brush aside the wet hair which was plastered to her pale flesh, exposing her small but perfectly formed tits as he let his gaze return to roving about her body as if he owned it. "You clearly have no shame or upbringing, in order to flaunt your tight young flesh before a Prince of the realm. Perhaps you think yourself too foul to attract the attention of a highborn to the courts? Far from it my dear, your body is that of perfection made flesh, your tiny tits, your tight body and your bee stung lips. I think you will bring me great pleasure, just as all the animals of the forest are under my command and there to be used, so now are you. A deer or rabbit would be simply consumed. A thief of poacher executed, but you, Natalie, you will serve another purpose. Your youthful flesh will be used for other means." he assured her as his hand slid down her body and sank between her thighs. His fingers found her cunt flaps and spread them open, a lone digit stroking its way through the wet heat of her gash to finger her open and delve between her parted folds to violate the inside of her snatch.

"This is what happens to insolent whore's who flaunt their bodies and disobey the orders of their betters. Perhaps you will remember that when next you find yourself on royal land and thieving from the son of a king?" he told her with a commanding growl as he buried his finger three knuckles deep in the heated fuck channel between her legs. hissing at the feel of her tight young cunt around his digit he forced another into her as he dragged her forwards to plant a searing kiss on her throat as he pulled at her hair and drew back her throat, exposing it to his burning lips, wet tongue and grazing teeth as he abused her neck and invaded her cunt. His fingers violated her innards as he indulged himself with her flesh. "Do you know what punishment you are going to suffer now, you filthy, dirty little cock teasing whore? Do you know the punishment for exposing your flesh to a prince on royal land? The punishment for enticing him and forcing him to abuse and violate your sinful and wicked flesh?" he asked her as he marked her throat with his teeth, leaving crescent shaped scars in her flesh as his breath scorched the trail of spit left by his tongue as he branded her with a bite. All the while his twin fingers buried in her tight snatch rolled and stretched her insides, his other hand holding her fast as it bound its fingers within her hair.

"I expect that you have offended God himself with your crimes and your depraved displaying of your body, Natalie. To invade this forest, kill my deer and then present yourself to me without so much as a plea for mercy? Clearly you need to be taught a lesson... or perhaps your sinful little mind drove you here because you expected something like this to happen? Perhaps you thought you could buy your freedom with your lips, your hard nipples and the hot gash between your legs that seeks to weep upon the flesh of a prince?" he growled as he squeezed a third finger into her heat and began to ravage her neck and throat with more and more kisses. He held her fast and unable to flee as he spiraled deeper and deeper into a pit of debauchery, his lips hungry for her flesh and his fingers hungry for her cunny. His own erection a massive unmistakable bulge within his pants as he violated her at will.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Whore? Well the name did little to tarnish her pride and her credibility, if only bringing out the amusement in her eyes all the more evident as she stayed where she was now. Oh yes, she was practically beckoning the royal Prince to ravage her in ways she need not forget, in ways that would teach her such a scorching lesson and leave her to never purge the royal land under his name, to purge the animals of this royal forest, let alone bathe in fresh water, fresh water that still coated her agile body. Her fear was minimal but her courage and bravery was forever amassed in the forefront, no part of her wanting to back down from his cruel words. A small scoff escaped from her as she tore her brown eyes from the clearly angry man before her, giving him little and almost no regard, title or not, monarch or not, a man who could just as easily determine her fate in the slightest if he so wished. She was not afraid to die, for to die, would be an awfully great adventure, one she’d welcome head on. At least she’d die for something rather than nothing.

“I should show more respect? You call yourself a noble? Please, you’re nothing more than an angry and cock-driven monarch, exposing his power among us less-worthy mortals, and for what? Sheer will, amusement, or simply taking what you think you can have? Forgive me, Your Grace but I would rather heartily laugh at the matter before bowing to your very whim.” Her words seemed to be full of power but nevertheless ill-timing. Her head turned towards the gallant man before her and just like clockwork almost, she watched as his cloak became discarded, along with his gloves, as if with some intention that he intended to see through, regardless of her smart mouth or not.

Natalie took a wary step backwards, as if suddenly able to feel the menacing aura from his presence; that and the very sight of his evident bulge before her gave proof to her otherwise, seemingly cementing his decision and leaving her feet planted like roots of a tree in the dirt, the ability to move leaving her, the ability to simply run leaving the function of her toned legs. This man…this man’s threats did not seem empty and that was made clear both by his words and his most brazen action. Her face cringed in a wince from the force of his hand grasping her neck, surrendering her into his direction, immobilizing her. This action of immobilization seemed to continue as his hand traveled south and a single finger not taking her as a prisoner but simply entering her with such brute force and command. It was so shrewd. An audible gasp came from her, followed by a low moan. Her eyes shut briefly before opening, staring into his own. Her fear became eminent and pushed to the forefront but so she be damned, she would have her day in court—metaphorically speaking that is.

“Good sir…” She breathed out almost in a breathless but audible stupor. “You call me such names, say cruel things about my nature without knowing me yet you…you come upon me with such force and sheer will to commandeer my body, but why? If I am the whore you say…” She paused again, closing her eyes as she was hovering the line of succumbing to his prowess and force, an intense feeling washing over her body, her skin that had been nicely sensitized from the delicious bath she stepped out of not too long ago. “—Well I should consider myself honored then, yes? That the rather famous Prince of this kingdom has bestowed his hands and his touch upon my oh, so lowly self, yes?” Her words nearly came out in a hiss, her bravery and cunning attitude taking its rightful place before her. And as much as she was filling with the feeling to simply succumb to his rough actions, she held on with the intent of not doing that so easily or justly. To do so would be to justify his cruel words and actions and that, well that she simply could not do or her God should frown upon her in the most indecent and disrespectful way. Natalie herself believed she did no means of insulting her beloved Lord but simply basking in what she believed he stood for. Perhaps a possible reform in the religious specter and one she kept silent. His words, she easily admonished, but it definitely made its mark, surging through her like the pleasure his finger was emanating through her. It made her incapable of speaking but nevertheless she pushed through it, as much as she could, even as he stuck in another digit in her already stuffed womanhood, further invading it, further violating her and what she stood for.

Her head was forced back as his lips made their due course along her sensitive skin. It caused her eyes to shut and her mouth to part slightly. Her breathing fast, her body plunging further into the depths of the vicious but pleasurable actions he was committing against her and her moans further enticing and growing in volume. “Yes…Yes Your Grace.” She spoke but her tone was mixed with much of a feigned admission and a tautness to it, as if emasculating him or humoring him. “I come here to poach your deer, soil your pond, all to lure you out so you can punish me and ravage me in the depths of your so-called royal forest. Yes, I am everything you make me out to be. A vile wrench of a whore with the only intentions to seduce her Prince, to bow and bend to his every whim.” She practically spat, her eyes alive with tension and anger.

”I’ve not offended my precious Lord in my acts. But you do…” Her voice came out as a whisper now, a loud cry coming from her as he was three fingers into her, further stretching her tight walls and unleashing a pleasure within her she did not know. Natalie’s body succumbed into His Royal Highness but her smart mouth was not at bay. “Yet here you are…” She panted, groaning. “Taking advantage of what you think is rightfully yours? Like I said Your Grace, I’d heartily laugh. If only…” And that was the end of her smart mouth as her body quaked with an unmistakable pleasure that erupted within her. His scorching and lewd kisses to her throat, his strong fingers pounding into her tight folds, all the while under the pretense of punishing her and teaching her a lesson she apparently deserved; somehow it brought her to a climax that she did not foresee. Her legs gave out beneath her, no longer solidifying her stance before him as the intense and brute pleasure overflowed through her, her body fell to the ground. She instantly caught herself with her hands, keeping her up on her knees as well as she panted and welcomed the pleasure the way a ‘whore’ would. He got her. He got her well. Natalie Westport succumbed to this vicious Prince.

As she basked in the preposterous after glow of such a feeling—one she felt ashamed for even allowing herself to feel—her head tilted up slowly and her eyes met his menace, a salacious but bold look emanating them. Her mart remained parted and her breathing still harsh and labored. Oh Natatlie…for what did you get yourself into?

 

[Jack Stalker]

Prince Cavillion hissed as he pushed his fingers into the insolent poachers cunt, her insides stretching out as he violated a cunt as tight as any teenagers with his hungry fingers as he imagined what it would be like to plough open her tunnel of fuck and pummel himself into her cock sheath. "I am no mere sir, whore. I am your lord and master. When a near naked woman is found abusing the law, by bathing in a royal pond and violating royal lands, then she must be made to appreciate the power that the kings declarations and my own have in this land. You are indeed a whore, you became one as soon as you tossed aside your apparel and bared your flesh in the presence of the lord of the land. Your naked flesh is testament to your depravity and lack of upbringing. You clearly have a shred of intelligence, enough to realise that even the most common scullery maid or peasant girl knows better than to flash her body in front of a man.” he informed her with a growl as he continued to fuck her with his powerful fingers.

“Taunting a man with your looks will only ensure that she be used and abused for it. You must also be aware that the law gives me access to whoever I want, whenever I want, especially should they fall foul of capture in my kingdom. Yet even if such laws did not exist I would have bade them be made as soon as I knew that the whore violating my rules and my livestock was you, my dear Natalie. Your hot body calls out to be desecrated and invaded in the name of the God and the King" he said with a scoffing laugh as he fingered her tight cunt.

He shoved his fingers deep into her weeping cunny with a energetic vigour and impatient lust which bordered on madness. His digits rolled about inside the tight wet confines of her cunny, splaying apart her cunt flaps and sliding deep into the heat within her narrow vaginal tract. He kept his grip on her hair as he began to finger fuck her in earnest, her boiling cunt juice swilling forth to seep into his flesh as his fingers battled to stretch her further and further as he fought to sink them three knuckles deep into her innards. His invasive fingers were not alone in their toil, as his thumb strayed to her clit and began to massage the nub with folds of her own flesh. If he paid any heed to her words of mild resistance he gave no sign of it as his obsession with the hole between her legs grew more and more powerful and the feel of her flesh began to drive him even more wild than he had initially thought possible.

"I don't think you're mine, you nasty little slut. You are mine, you were mine as soon as you entered the forest." he smirked, feeling her cunt begin to squeeze and contract about his fingers as she slipped into an orgasm on his fingertips. His powerful grasp kept his fingers inside her weeping cunt as it erupted about his flesh, while his other hand gripped tight at her hair and quickly dragged her off of her knees and back onto her feet as he pulled out his soiled and cunt sodden fingers from her cunt in order to suck at the frothing girl cum which had swept across them. "You are honoured girl, honoured by my attentions as I afford you the right to attain your freedom, simply by plying me with your body and giving yourself over to my judgement. Already you have come all over me and soiled my royal fingers with your filthy orgasm... do you really seek to deny that you are a whore, likely destined to be my personal fuck toy?" he explained as he finished sucking on his fingers.

He dragged her along by her hair with brute force and power, her feet were barely allowed to touch the ground as he span her about and thrust her body across a nearby log, a fallen tree which had been chosen to act as a surface for the fallen whore that she was. He made sure that her body was bent over at the waist as he pinned her to the rough bark, holding her by the hair fisted in his grip, holding her down as he fumbled at his pants to free the bastard of a cock which resided within. A foot long shaft of rigid flesh that hungered for a warm living sheath to coat it slick and welcome it into a tunnel of fuck.

"I am glad that you have agreed with me so much, you young whore. I'll bear it in mind if you fail to please me and end up on trial for treason, assuming that I choose not to simply fuck your tight young body to death right here in the woods. It would be a fitting end to see you buried here, now that you have desecrated the land with your passing. The ground has been scarred by the sin riddled juices that have spilled and swirled forth from your finger fucked cunt, now I need to purge your transgression by punishing you properly.. I'm sure that you have another orgasm just waiting to spew out your joy at being violated by your rightful lord and master." he told her as he stood behind her, driving his fingers back into her tight furnace of a fuck tube as his massive shaft slapped about, free of his pants and grazing her ass cheeks as it contacted her flesh and scalded the pale skin with its heat. He fingered her for a few thrusts, before pulling back his hand to slap it down hard on her buttocks, sending shivering quivers through the taut flesh as he rained blow after blow down on her ass. His palm prints reddened the flesh and sent it as red as her lips as he watched her.

His feet moved to kick apart her legs and force open her thighs as he slid the head of his cock down to the entrance to her cunt. One hand bound her hair tight as he gave her one last slap across her ass cheeks with the other, before taking hold of her shoulder and pulling himself forward. His lips parted and his teeth clenched tight as he felt a wave of heat assault his cockhead as he speared it into her juicy climax bathed cunt and drove his steel hard shaft inch by inch into her teenager tight cunny, until his entire length had been swallowed by a tunnel of wet heat and his shaft was throbbing within her stretched out innards. He drove himself deep into her and pulled out slow, her juices slick on his glistening rod as he pulled her back a little with his movement, causing the rough bark to bite into her flesh and scratch at her nipples as they were dragged against its surface. "I don't think there's any doubt that you are a cock hungry little whore now, is there you craven slut. You've already as good as pissed your foaming girl cum all over my fingers for as little as a minutes fingering, let's see how you fair with a cock inside your tight little cunt." he gasped through his teeth as he speared back into her body, his balls slapping into her flesh as his foot long abomination of a cock vanished into her cunt.

It felt as if his burning shaft was being drowned in a fluid slice of heaven, as he drilled into her snatch and ploughed open her dripping gash with stroke after stroke of enthused and merciless fucking. The pace began to quicken and his eyes drifted in and out of focus as he dragged her back and forth across the log, pulling her back onto his thrusts then driving her forwards again with an increased pounding as he indulged himself with her body.