The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

[Javorcek]

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"HRAAAGH!" William roared, driving his massive broadsword downwards with such force that the blade clashed with his opponent's with a resounding CLANG!. The other man was growing fatigued, William knew; after circling one another under the blazing hot sun and trading blows for the past half hour, there was no way that the other knight could be a very happy man what with the weight and heat of his heavy armor bearing down on him. As reckless as it may be that William fought with only his leading arm heavily armored, it allowed him to win fights against opponents that were vastly bigger and stronger than him by patiently wearing them down.

The strategy seemed to be working: tired and panting, William's opponent swung his sword as hard as he could, trying to bring it down atop the more agile man. William rolled out of the way, causing his opponent to lose his balance and stumble forward. The smaller knight sprang to his feet, swinging his broadsword around to connect with the other man's back, causing his stumble to turn into an all out fall to the ground.

"ENOUGH!" The official roared, a short, squat, red-faced man with a grand mustache that had been refereeing the match. William's last strike had earned him enough points that the fight was now over…which was a major relief. The young knight was starting to grow weary. William gave his opponent a helping hand to get back up, then grasped his wrist to exchange a sportsmanlike shake. "The match goes to William of Bruges!" the official cried. The spectators that had come in support of the town of Bruges erupted into cheers from the stands. With a broad grin, the young knight roared his pleasure, raising his arms into the air in victory. Once the applause died down, he turned back to his opponent that had removed his helmet. The other man was covered in sweat and his face was maroon from the heat. William was impressed that the other knight hadn't passed out much sooner just from the blazing sun.

"Good match, Edward. Perhaps I'll buy you a flagon of ale?" William offered his most charming smile, trying to soothe over the other knight's wounded pride. The tournament in Dunstable was quite large with nobles and peasants from several other towns coming together to watch the best knights from each kingdom test their strength. William was very aware that it was in his best interest to make comrades rather than enemies.

The bear of a knight chuckled, removing his gauntlets to try to cool off. It was hard to stay mad at a fellow that was buying you an entire flagon of ale later! "Alright Will, I 'spose that's the least you could do for me!" He slapped William on the back, causing the other man to jerk forward from the force. The young knight wasn't a small man by any means…but Edward was still much larger than him. William tried his best to not flinch from the blow and merely nodded, keeping the smile on his bearded face. Once the sun went down the real festivities would start and William would be glad to get food into his belly and some ale into his system. Perhaps even a young maiden into his bed.

The young knight headed over to the edge of the ring where his Squire was waiting for him, ready to help him out of his armor.

 

[Miss Melly]

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"And Princess, for the dinner... Princess, the dinner... Princess?"

The small, but thin advisor to the traveling princess looked one more time at his sheet of parchment then back to the sleeping beauty as his side. She stirred a little and tilted her head against her escort. He blushed madly when she tried to get her hands on him for some kind of... pillow, or there lack of. "Princess!" He all but squeaked and it woke her with a start as the carriage eventually came to a halt and so did they. The young woman grumbled out some incoherent and rubbed the side of her lovely complexion, blinking the new morning in. So they had arrived at last, thank goodness. Her eyes perked up to the sights of a wholly village.

"So, Princess, for the dinner we ask that you sit besid-- gah!"

And before he could contain her, she had opened the doors to smile and shake hands with the good people of the village. "Hello, hello!" She could be heard calling, grinning and shaking hands that were probably bruised and dirty from the fields. Princess Lenia didn't look twice; she was just happy to be out of that damn box of a thing and seeing other living and breathing bodies. Once her little welcoming was over, her escort, Rickard, grabbed her as politely as he could muster and started to walk her in a line where many soldiers followed behind.

"I don't understand why I must walk like this. Almost like a walk of shame really. Can't we go to a brothel? I've always wanted to see one, Rickard."

"Milady! I will forget I heard such a request. You are a princess, not a courtesan. Do try to remember that while we're here." Though Princess Lenia had been sheltered, she had been trained well in her love for music and her education. She was witty, clever, and capable of making little villages and senators like this fall to her knees and to her future kingdom. Perhaps it was a ploy by her father but Lenia saw it as protection and her extended hand in generosity. She was doing good, wasn't she?

By the mid afternoon and early evening, she had settled in the mayor's large and quite comfortable home even though it was two stories. She loved it's older and almost feudal look. Taking another sip of the tasty wine, she wet her lips and was dismissed after reading over and signing a few documents by Rickard. Yes, she praised in her little head: freedom at last! She slammed the door to her room loud enough so that everyone would hear her departure. But only half of it. Shimming out of her little dress, the princess slipped on something more dangerous, a red gown that would still give her a noble enough status to get by should trouble occur, but something more like what a courtesan would wear. Yes, it would do nicely. What could go wrong?

Sneaking out was easier than she anticipated, making her little way out the window and the easy jump to catch her fall. Wrapping in a velvet cloak, she lifted the hood, careful not to mess the crafty volumes of curl upon her pretty head and hurried, honeysuckle eyes in awe of this little place. The reason being, it wasn't so little: in fact, it had a whole market plaza and... a brothel! She grinned, clenching her fists in quick anticipation before making her way inside. A man stopped her at the side bar entrance and checked her out, keeping his eyes pressed firmly against her well developed though young breasts.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

"None at all, little miss. Reserving a room for two, maybe four for the night?" He grinned which gave way to Lenia's eyebrows raising. She shook her head and only mentioned she was thirsty before hurrying into the bustling crowd. Lowering her hood was a whole other experience in itself. "Amazing," she whispered and hurried right to the bar, jumping upon a wooden stool and leaning in, giving the bartender once more, an obvious view of her creamy flesh. "How much is ah... that?" She pointed to a flagon of ale seated next to a burly man, huge really, who was clanging it with a handsome man to his left. Lenia lifted her head up to get a better picture, but a large flagon was presented in front of her. With excitement, she threw some golden coins across the table and took a sip. Then a gulp. Then another. "Wow, this stuff is grrrreat!" She wiped her lips with the end of her cloak and took one more sip. Why didn't women at court drink this more often? Delicious...

 

[Javorcek]

“Excellent match, Sir!” Charles smiled up at his master. He’d been with William for a long time now, ever since he had begun his apprenticeship at the age of 11. Now 15, he had only a couple more years before his apprenticeship was complete and he could join the knights of Berges.

“Thank you Charles…what’s say we skip your lessons tonight and have some fun? You can join Edward and I for a couple of drinks.”

“Really Sir?” Charles looked up at his master in awe. It was so rare that he got to spend time with the knights, usually he was sent to have dinner with the other squires.

“Of course boy! We’re at a festival after all. No reason you can’t have some fun. Now come on. Help me out of my armor. I’d like to bathe before dinner.” William couldn’t help but laugh as Charles scrambled into action and so eagerly helped him out of the heavy armor that clad his right side, then out of his chainmail and arming coat until William was left in nothing more than his dragonhide leather pants and a plain white knight’s tunic. Good Lord, you’d think William made the poor boy walk on hot coals for his lessons Charles was so happy to get out of them!

After a dip in a nearby river to help soothe his aching muscles, William headed back into town to get a room at the local tavern before going down to the brothel that was rumored to have the best ale in town. Never without some sort of armor and a weapon, the young knight now wore a rather handsome looking black gambeson and a fine pair of dragon-leather pants and boots that were dark green in color. Though he had traded in his usual massive broadsword for a much smaller, one handed sword that was clipped to his side in a simple but fine looking scabbard.

It wasn’t long before Charles and Edward found him at a table. The three men gathered around for food and drink and to exchange stories. Charles seemed to be hanging on every word, until a bit of red movement caught his eye and he found himself blatantly staring at a lovely young woman that had just made her way into the brothel.

“Hey Charles! Like to lose your virginity to her I dare say?” Edward chuckled as the young man practically drooled over the pretty young thing that had entered the room.

“W-What? No!” Charles blushed. “I mean…y-yes? I…er… I’m not a- She’s very…” The young squire looked over at William, almost pleading his Master to help since he didn’t know what the hell to do! But William was too busy surveying the new addition to the bar as well in order to pay his squire much mind.

“Here you go boy! Go get her!” Edward gave a rather raucous laugh and threw a couple of gold coins over at Charles.

“I-I-I…d-don’t think that would be a good idea. I haven’t the slightest idea what to say.” Charles stammered. Even now he was stuttering, surely he would be even more of a nervous wreck if he had to actually –talk- to the courtesan in the red gown.

“If the boy doesn’t want to-” William had finally managed to stop being mesmerized by the gorgeous young woman to notice that his squire was being tormented by his new friend.

“Nonsense William! Of course he wants to! Just tell her what you want and ask how much.” Edward cut the smaller knight off. The burly man was a little too drunk to notice the look of absolute terror in Charles’ eyes. Besides! William was obviously coddling the boy. How was Charles ever to become a man if he never had a good roll in the hay with an experienced courtesan. And judging by the woman’s fine red gown, she must be very experienced! “Go on boy! Don’t be scared. ‘Live for glory!’” Edward quoted part of the Knight’s code to help spur the young man along.

“’Respect the honor of women’ is in there too.” William pointed out.

“Hah! She’s just a common prostitute, not a woman. No real lady would be seen in this place without an escort. It is her job to fulfill the fantasies of men. Honestly William, for shame; how could you deny the poor girl some coin? Now go on Charles before –I- go get her!”

The color in poor Charles’ skin had turned a ghostly shade of white, a little bit of nervous sweat beading along his brow. Charles couldn’t even grow a beard for goodness sake! He wasn’t a man yet! Well…he was…but not really. He had no job, was still an apprentice for goodness sake. Other knights mistook him for a Page rather than a Squire all the time because he looked so young. Surely the woman in the red gown would fall off her barstool in a fit of laughter when she looked at him. But if he didn’t accept Edward’s challenge, then he’d look like a coward! If he –did- accept the challenge…the woman in the red dress would surely sense his discomfort, get offended and slap him across the face or laugh…then he’d look like a fool. Which was better, coward or fool?

“F-fine…I’ll do it.” Charles got up onto unsteady legs and made his way towards the bar where the woman in the red gown sat. Don’t run…’Live for glory!’ A knight isn’t afraid of anything. But he wasn’t a knight, he was a squire. A very, very scared looking squire that tried to nonchalantly sidle up to the girl at the bar. Does one even introduce themselves to a courtesan?. God help him. He was in too deep already! He had to say something! “G-good eve…I’m Charles.” The young squire tried to offer a smile, though it came out looking more like a grimace since he was so tense. “I was wondering…er…h-how much for a night with you?”

Edward erupted into a rather loud, full, belly laugh as Charles shifted uneasily from foot to foot and looked more like a terrified rabbit than a man. William on the other hand could do nothing other than sigh and shake his head, ready to go save his squire incase the young woman took offense to Charles’ methods of bargaining for a night alone with her.

 

[Miss Melly]

Lenia had been quite content with her first mug finished. Her belly sort of felt flimsy, so she passed when the bartender offered her another slice. Instead, she ordered fresh bread, cheese and some olives. Nibbling on this little meal which sated her belly, she turned to see a young boy, cute, approach her. When he asked her how much she charged for a night, she raised a delicate eyebrow and was caught off guard by the obnoxious laugh coming from the man she had noticed before. The one beside him looked rather weary and her eyes lingered just a little longer before returning to Charles and offering him a smile and taking his hand politely, ignoring the money. She moved them to the hallway where the rooms would just be a walk upstairs and paised, turning to face him.

"I'm very sorry but my bed isn't yours to share tonight. In fact, I'm not a courtesan." Her apologetic tone seemed honest enough as she leaned in and grinned, gripping his shoulders, whispering into his ears. "What if I told you, little man, that I was a princess?" She chuckled and pinched his cheek. "Sorry, but I would feel pretty awful to sleep with you. I mean to say, why would you accept my body when you know nothing about me? Hmm. Silly boy. You should wait for someone you love. Don't be like those other men. In fact..." Charlie only stared at her with wide eyes. So much to take in, clearly! And to make him more faint, she pecked his cheek and told him to keep the money. Lenia was now on a new mission. Her cheeks were red with swirly with anxiety. Is this what ale did?

She moved back down the stairs, tying her cloak appropriately in order to make sure she wouldn't lose anything. Seeing the two still at the bar, she approached them. "I'm no whore," she added, perhaps too darkly for any woman who dare speak. If either one of them looked closely, they would notice the pure gold sigil around her neck signifying a glorious kingdom that they were very familiar with. Her dark, honey eyes peered back from the burly man to the one on his left and Lenia took paused. "You have something, right here," she pointed to the corner of her own, plump lips and tilted her head innocently to the little food that lingered against his well defined lips and jaw. How strange it was that she wished to suddenly lick it clean. Then, things got blury. And a little hazy. Dazy. And the poor thing felt her head getting light. Before she knew it, darkness consumed her vision, the red flush upon her creamy skin was clear that it was the alcohol's doing. She was out like a light.

(Might be interesting if CHARLES (haha) tries to convince them that she's a princess to raise some stakes. Also her necklace is a royal sign as well.)

 

[Javorcek]

William blinked in surprise and absently ran his hand over his beard, trying to clear whatever piece of meat of bread he had managed to get caught in his whiskers. He couldn’t help but stare at the woman, as gorgeous as she had been on the other side of the room, she was much more alluring up close and angry. As she started to sway and collapse, William rushed over to her, catching her in his strong arms before she hit the floor.

“S-Sir! She’s a Princess! She told me!” Charles ran up, breathless, panting, and flushed clearly very excited that a real princess had kissed him on the cheek!

“And you believe everything a common whore tells you?! Honestly William what are you teaching this boy!” With a grunt, Edward leaned down, taking the unconscious woman out of William’s arms and slinging her light form over his broad shoulders.

“Edward what in God’s name are you doing?!” William, the more sober of the two, was fairly certain that he had seen a golden necklace around the woman’s neck. If she wasn’t a princess, she was at the very least some sort of noblewoman.

“Collecting my spoils of war! It’ been quite awhile since I’ve had such a pretty young thing in my bed.” The burly man chuckled, licking his lips hungrily as he patted the young maiden on the ass. “Oh don’t look it me like that! I’ll pay her when she wakes up.”

“Put her down! You fool!” When Edward merely growled at him like a dog with a bone that wasn’t about to give up his new treat, William had no other choice than use force. He kicked out the back of the massive man’s knee and pulled a quick punch to the base of his skull, knocking him out cold. As Edward tumbled to the ground, William managed to catch the woman in the red gown before she ended up on the dirty floor with his friend.

This would’ve all been so much easier if she was just a courtesan.

“Charles, be a good lad and go see if you could find some of Edward’s comrades to come collect him? I believe they are staying at the Red Dragon Inn. Oh and leave some money for the drinks and the mess. I’ll be in my room waiting for our guest to wake up if you need me.”

With the woman still unconscious, William could only sigh. Well it looked as though he wouldn’t be getting any sleep in his own bed tonight. The young knight carried her out of the brothel and a couple of buildings away to the tavern he was staying at. Having an unconscious woman in his arms earned him a few looks, but since most of the townspeople had witnessed his match against Edward in the Tournament, no one questioned him.

Once in his room, he carefully lay the woman down on the straw mattress and pulled the covers over her body. The urge to kiss her was quite strong…those pouty lips, that creamy skin…it all beckoned to him. It took every bit of self control he had to just leave her tucked in and move away. He took off his belt and scabbard, even his gameson…but he left the plain white tunic underneath it on as well as his pants even though he never slept in so many clothes. Still dressed for the most part, he moved to go sit in a chair by the door, closing his eyes and trying to catch a little bit of sleep while he waited for the maybe-maybe-not-princess to arise and figure out what to do with her.

 

[Miss Melly]

Upon waking, she groaned softly, turning onto her belly. Ugh, that felt awful. "I feel..." She mumbled in a groggy but cute way, like a child waking up far too early, "I feel like I've been tossed around like, mm, like a sack of .. hmm.." She rubbed her face and rose, raising her rear in the air and then eventually sitting up and stretching. There now, that felt a little better on her stomach. Once the sleep had left her eyes, Lenia blinked and patted the only-slightly comfortable mattress beneath her. "What?" She questioned and patted it again, making sure it wasn't a dream. When she turned back she noticed the handsome man who had sat beside the big guy and the young Charles. Charles? She liked Charlie better; poor boy, she hoped he would become a brave knight someday. Yes, she'd remember such a face in five years from now and make sure he was personally accepted into her own guard.

Approaching the sleepy man in the chair, Lenia careful untied her cloak and scooted closer. She waved her little hand in front of his face a few times. Nothing. He must have been sleepy. He looked quite lovely at peace. Who knew? Offering him a gentle look, she shrugged and carefully began to shimmy out of her dress. Once carefully folded back on the bed, she all but pranced around in her simple lingerie, trying to free herself out of her corset. It was pretty hard. And with all that noise, she figured it would wake him eventually. When he stirred, she gasped and leapt onto the bed like a gazelle and scrambled from the covers. "Sorry, it just gets uncomfortable in a corset. Ah.. mother is trying to make all the women wear them. I think they're hideous."

The awkward route into conversation was only her means to try and make some comfortable rational of the situation. Maybe it wasn't working for him, but it made her feel a little better... and a little worried. Home. Home! Frantically turning to the window behind the bed, she flung the covers, giving him a too good of a view of her pink panties and light green corset holding her in one place. Her little white stockings added a nice touch. "Not good," she whispered softly and sighed, lowering her head in defeat. No good in trying to get back into the castle this late. They must think the little lamb Lenia was all wrapped in her bed asleep. Alas, here she was in a strange room with a kind knight.

Awkwardly, she shuffled herself beneath the covers once more and apologized quietly. "Is this your room? May I stay here, please? At least until I can get back to the Mayor's home." She sounded desperate and the way she leaned inward toward him made her all the more longing. "Ah, I can take the floor!" She added with gusto and awkwardly tried to wrap herself in the cheap duvet cover. "But, do you mind helping me out of my corset? It's very hard to breathe," she added, her face a little pale with no color in her cheeks. Lenia slowly turned her back to him, dropping the duvet but trying to hold it below her waist line to not flash him another panty view. "Have you ever untied a corset, Sir Knight? It's not that hard, just untie the bow at the bottom and unloop me. And I promise to have the covers up and ready.... What is your name so that I can thank you properly?"

 

[Javorcek]

As much as he tried to keep himself in a dozing state so that he would wake up at the slightest noise, the young knight’s mind and body were far too tired from a day of harsh competition for him to fight off sleep forever. William’s head drooped down as he fell into a much needed slumber, his breathing slow and deep, arms crossed over his muscled chest to help keep him warm. This was the problem with having Tournaments so close to the mountains: unbearably hot days and horribly chilly nights. He probably should’ve slept infront of the fireplace…but he didn’t want the young maiden sneaking out without an escort. His Code wouldn’t allow him to release her until he was sure she was somewhere safe.

Eventually the sound of rustling fabric and heavy breathing as though someone was struggling woke him up. He grumbled a bit and yawned, opening his tired eyes only to be graced with the view of the lovely damsel from the brothel half naked in his bedroom! His jaw dropped slightly, his heart immediately began to race and if his neck wasn’t so sore from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position, he probably would’ve pounced on her without a second thought. Her creamy breasts pushed up and put on such prominent display by the corset made his mouth water and he wanted nothing more than to remove the garment with just his teeth like an animal.

Well…this was certainly one way to wake up.

“I…er…” He blinked the last remnants of sleep from his eyes before moving to stand. For whatever reason, a slight blush crept onto his bearded face. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of this conversation…and this entire night in general. “It looks lovely on you m’lady…I’m sorry it’s uncomfortable though.” He was trying his hardest to listen…but the way she leaned forward to talk to him and apologize was just a tad distracting…

Stop staring at her breasts!

Whoever wrote the Knight’s Code obviously had never seen a woman as tempting as the one in his bed! William always fell to pieces for a woman clad in nothing but her underthings and a pair of silky stockings. His blush became even more evident and he snapped his eyes away from her, looking over towards the fireplace and pretending to be very interested in the burning embers. Hmm…he should probably add another piece of wood or two to it before bed.

“Of course you may stay…anything you wish m’lady.” William finally mustered enough self-control to finally deem it safe to look at the young woman that now stood with her back to him, expecting him to remove the corset. The young knight got up from his chair and closed the distance between them. Well if she wished for him to help untie the corset, who was he to deny the request of a lady? His fingers fumbled a bit with the delicate bow and ribbons that laced up the back of the corset but he was managing it alright. He’d never really undid one properly as much as he just tore them off and destroyed them…

“I insist you take the bed though m’lady. It will be far to chilly and uncomfortable for you on the floor. You are my guest tonight. So please, take the bed.” He spoke as he unthreaded the binding, nearing the top where the backs of his hands brushed against her soft skin. “Oh and I am William Marshal…knight of Berges. Pleasure to make your acquaintance m’lady. You may call me Will if you so wish. And you are…? A Princess yes? At least that is what my squire told me.” As the corset finally came undone, William had to shut his eyes. The view of her back partially clothed was maddening, he wasn’t sure he could take much more nudity. The woman’s beauty combined with the scent of her perfume and just the knowledge that the only thing she was left in was a pair of pink panties and stockings was testing his resolve to behave. It wasn’t until after he heard the rustling of fabric as she drew the duvet up to cover her breasts that he felt comfortable opening his eyes again.

“Would you like to borrow one of my shirts to sleep in? You look cold…” William asked after noticing the goosebumps covering her shoulders and arms. He decided to take a slight liberty with her, and if he got slapped across the face well…that would be like a splash of cold water and hopefully aid him in his losing battle to remain a chivalrous gentleman. Strong, rough hands began to gently run over the balls of her shoulders and her upper arms, trying to help keep the parts of her that weren’t covered warm.

 

[Miss Melly]

Hands like that were really meant for holding the sword. She was glad he could not see the twinkling smile, but she thanked him quickly before wrapping herself in the duvet and releasing a much needed breath of fresh air. "Relief at last," she muttered softly and began to take into account her surroundings. It was a little chilly. "I am really a princess, yes. But please, you musn't tell. I could ask you to swear an Knight's oath as a princess, but I'm asking you as a good man." He seemed turthful enough. For goodness sakes, he had taken her to a safer place than before. What more could she truly request of him?

The cool air again, nipped at her skin. But not long before she verbally mentioned it, rough hands began to rub against her shoulders and down her arms. This affect was suppose to warm her chilled skin but it made the goosebumps rise further. He would have had to noticed. My goodness, a man's touch was certainly different than her betrothed. Not that the little man did any of that. And William, Will, had been so kind, so very, very nice to look at. "Thank you, Will," Lenia cooed softly, relaxing now that her body had warmed up. Pulling from him, she awkwardly shifted the duvet to keep it high and covered. "I would appreciate your shirt, please."

After a few moments, she asked him not to look while she changed. Waiting until she felt comfortable, she dropped the duvet and folded it back upon the bed and slipped into his shirt. Yikes! It was a bit big, but quite comfortable. The cotton was fairly made and she was feeling warm once again. She shyly slipped into the bed and wrapped her arms as casually as she could, near her chest so that her peeking nipples wouldn't poke too much more behind the fabic. It was causing her face to flush. Would Will notice? Do I want him to? Maybe... it had been so long since I'd been appreciated in such a way by a man. And what is so wrong with a little fun? I'm far from home. Why can't I simply act on my emotions? Lenia took this moment to relieve herself in the bathroom connected to this little room and returned, all but hoping back onto his bed, giving hiim a rare but decent view of her stockings and lithe thighs.

Clearing her throat, she grabbed his attention and innocently cocked her head.

"Will, I do feel awful about taking up your bed. Why don't you share it with me. I'll take this side, closer to the wall." She scooted her little tush that way and offered him an almost child like grin and shrugged her shoulders. "Princesses don't get these sort of liberities. I feel quite refreshed," she giggled, waiting for him to comply. If he wouldn't, she could play her princess card, but she'd hate to have to do that. He seemed so kind, so passionate about something - she could not point on what - and wondered if they could, who knows, become friends. It would be nice to know somebody in the town. She'd be here for a while anyways.

As he neared, very gently she reached up and touched his shoulders, leaning up behind him while he sat. "Sir Will, how long have you been a knight? Relax. I give my mother massages all the time. Lord knows she needs them," Pressing into his shoulders and his back, she gave quick and then slow motions. It was easy to feel the muscle tense then relax beneath his shirt. And she listened to him. How strange it felt; no longer she inacted a princess, but she felt like a common woman resting in her bed with a man. So that's what it felt like? Richard, her betrothed back at home never complied and always was crude and quite selfish person. Such a shame she'd have to return to him. But maybe... just for now, just for tonight.

Her hands moved along his arms more before reaching his lower back. She checked his hands. No rings. Exhaling, she rubbed her temple, pulling away, an expression of worry. This was silly; she couldn't act like some free, wild horse. It would be wrong to tempt him. But a little part of Lenia wanted to give him just the extra push so that his walls would crumble and he'd just... take her. Where or how, she didn't even care to think. Releasing her hair from it's high place, she ruffled her hands through it, grimacing at the few tangles in her long locks. "Sir Will... I can't thank you enough for bringing me here. And you're good company. Please, call me Lenia. I want to make it up to you. How ever shall I repay you?" Leaning onto her hands and knees, she moved closer to him. Let a man bend to the acts of a confident woman. That's what that old nurse-maid of her's said anyway. Was this how it was done?

 

[Javorcek]

“I will not tell, Princess. Your secret is safe with me.” William smiled kindly. Being a knight allowed him to see both sides of life. He couldn’t imagine how boring it must be, trapped behind castle walls. No wonder the Princess had been out and about in town, trying to explore. “Though I will have to return you to where you belong in the morning. You will be safer back home, with your guard.” As much as he hadn’t wanted to say the words and keep her with him instead…he knew that he must. It was one of the many duties he had as a knight and couldn’t in good conscience allow this woman to roam free and it certainly wouldn’t be appropriate for him to keep her. It was too dangerous for her to be out in the town without a guard. To think…what may have happened to her had he not been there to collect her from Edward and bring her somewhere safe? Perhaps a diplomatic incident, maybe even a war…knights couldn’t just go around deflowering Princesses with no consequences.

When she accepted the offer for one of his shirts, he gladly rummaged through his pack that was laying at the other side of the room, along with his armor and weapons. In no time flat he found a clean shirt for her to wear, though the material probably still smelled of the cologne he used, an earthy, sandalwood and cedar oil that smelled warm, smooth, and reminded William of home.

He waited with his back to her, even shutting his eyes to give her the utmost privacy in his cozy room. Well…he supposed it was –their- cozy room now. Once he heard the rustling of clothing stop he turned around to face her, smiling a bit as his eyes roamed over her body. Perhaps…giving her his shirt was not the brightest idea. Now the young woman looked more like a lover than a princess he had rescued. Thankfully she scampered off to the bathroom and William could be left alone, trying to clear the naughty thoughts from his head as he tossed a couple of pieces of wood onto the fire to warm up the room before bed. Yes…he could grab his pack and use it as a pillow…and it was warm enough that he should be fine to sleep on the wood floor.

At least…those had been his plans until the princess insisted they share the bed together.

“I…uh… Really…it is no trouble for me to sleep on the floor…” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously…would he be able to control himself if he shared the same bed as this woman? The look the Princess gave him led him to believe the topic was not up for debate. “Anything you wish m’lady.” With a bit of a nod, he headed over towards the bed to sit on the edge and take off his boots. He definitely wouldn’t strip down any further…if he had to feel her body pressed up to his bare skin he’d probably break down entirely.

And of course…while he was thinking about how badly he wanted to touch her, -she- touched –him-. His entire body tensed up, about to protest, even had his mouth open and everything…but her hands felt absolutely amazing and he could not bring himself to utter a single word. Good Lord…he was going to die. He could feel the growing heat under his skin. Was it unbearably hot in here or was it just him?

“I have been a knight for three years, Princess. I believe you have ah…met Charles yes? He was assigned as my Page the day after I took my oath and we have been traveling ever since. We go between villages in Berges…helping them with any problems we can in the name of the King. Usually it’s just bandits and the like. Sometimes we fight more exotic creatures that terrorize the town, but it is rare.” William smiled. He was a knight because he wanted to defend those who could not defend themselves and was glad that his posting allowed him to do so. So many of his fellow knights kept guard over the castle and were only deployed during wartime, but William loved life on the road even if it did prevent him from starting a family. Maybe one day he would… But for now, he could not raise a family knowing that he was perfectly capable of lifting a sword in order to defend the families of strangers.

“Princess…er- I mean…Lenia…Will is fine…you do not need to call me Sir.” He smiled a bit as he turned around to look at her. Saying her name felt funny to him. It was both pleasant and odd at the same time. He felt rather bold saying her name without her title preceding it…but the knight would do whatever this woman asked of him, that was for sure.

“I…” Repayment? He was a knight, he didn’t need or expect such a thing. Though as she leaned forward onto her hands and knees, his oversized shirt hung away from her body and he was blessed with the most glorious view of her delicious looking breasts. That was…some repayment right there… An image flittered across his mind, one that involved him pinning her to the bed so that he could hungrily lick and suck those tantalizing mounds. His breath hitched in the back of his throat and he could feel his cock begin to stir, straining against the leather of his pants. He flicked his eyes upwards, trying to force her to hold his gaze as he tried to grasp onto the duvet and put it over his lap to hide his growing arousal. “I…I need no repayment. I am enjoying your company, your curiousity about me…” And how ravishing you look in my bed… “Perhaps we should go to sleep hmm? It is rather late after all…and chilly…” He wasn’t quite certain how much sleeping he was going to be doing while trying to hide his throbbing member from her. Everything she was doing…all the little cues that were lighting the more animal part of his brain up with the want to pin her down and ravish her were driving him absolutely bonkers.

Lord, give me the strength to not ravish this woman.

 

[Miss Melly]

How strange and yet how erotic it was. Here, in this little straw meshed bed she lay with a man she barely knew. Of course, she had to trust him to trust his oath, but as she pulled away from him, nodding slowly to his words, his gestures, she offered him a kind smile and buzzed her lips, letting out some stress in a cute way. "Well, if you enjoy my curiosities, then you shall have them." Sitting up in bed, distancing herself just a little from him, she curled her little legs beneath her body and began to braid her hair about her shoulder. "Exotic creatures, you said. Like what? We rarely see those back at the kingdom of Argis. Have you been there, Sir Will? Pardon me. Will! Yes, I like that," she nodded to remind her of her right hood in this new name and listened once more.

Dragons. Dragons?! "How exciting," she whispered while he spoke, watching him within every intimate moment and detail. By now she had braided her hair completely and pulled back any missing locks, continuing to engage in his tales or his trials. What she did not expect was the sudden knocking upon the door.

She gasped loudly and her shoulders tensed for a brief moment as a voice called out, "Sir William? Do you need more logs for the fire? Perhaps fresh towels?" Her voice sounded suspicious. She had heard a female voice; the old snooping owner's wife! Typically, she was known for her brutality if a man only paid for himself and snuck women in routinely without coin in compensation.

"Party in there?" She called, her voice could twist any little birdie's head. Lenia bit her lip in worry but placed a gentle hand upon his knee and stood up, making her way carefully to the door. She opened it. The older woman's eyebrows went up upon seeing her 'attire,' and she scanned her like prey. Lenia gave the wife a clean, happy face.

"In fact it was ma'am. My husband returning back to me, a good dinner minutes before and a hopeful breakfast to come," her smile was mesmerizing, her words simple but undeniably true. The tavern owner's wife reclined back in step and folded her plump hands, dusting the not a spec of dust, off her apron.

"Good to see a good woman with her... husband."

"It is ma'am, thank you."

"And how long have you been married? It is strange but I don't often see Knights with their wives."

"Just three years. I travel ma'am, I'm a nurse."

"An occupation so young? How... interesting. Very well. Breakfast in the morning," she added with a slow, strict nod and politely made her way backward and into the dark hallway. Lenia sighed in relief, happy to cover for not only Will, but herself, and turned to Will, winking. "Easy, easy."

Turning to join him in bed, she hopped up on the bed causing it to tremble a little. She giggled and stretched like a little cat before agreeing that perhaps... perhaps she wouldn't be getting anything from tonight. If only gaining a friend, that would be enough. "I might be dreaming of dragons, Will," she warned, though the teasing in her voice was clear. "Thank you for watching over me tonight. You've... done your duty well," she added as formally, as politely as any princess should have. They looked at each other until Lenia could not stand it. She wanted to just jump at him, hug him, do something to him. He seemed so far away and morning, so near. And so, she pushed a limit.

"What if I dream I'm being chased by a dragon?" Her voice took a lower turn than usual and she crept up beside him once more to a point where she was nearly inches. "What then, my brave Knight? How will you act to save your future Queen?" Her words were hot breath upon his neck, against his ear where she beckoned to lick, to tease his strong jaw and get tickled in the bearded kisses she'd dared to embrace. She bit her lip and pulled away carefully, looking up at him. "Sir William?"

 

[Javorcek]

Ah excellent. A change in topic and now she was sitting a bit away from him. William visibly relaxed now that God seemed to have answer his call and was making this whole ordeal much more easy to handle. Just watching her braid her hair, he seemed to be quite taken with her. The young knight had always been amazed by the dexterity of a woman’s hands that were so unlike his own clumsy and rough fingers.

“No I am afraid I have never been to Argis. I hear that it is a beautiful land though. You must miss your home greatly.” William smiled gently down at her. While Berges was his country, he had never really had a home. But life on the road made him love to tell stories at least which was excellent in situations such as now. It was how he made friends so quickly everywhere he went. Townsfolk and other warriors would gladly sit down with him and swap war stories and young maidens were always impressed when he told them tales of his adventures.

“Yes, yes…dragons”. William chuckled at her surprise. “There are many in the mountains, sometimes they come down into the villages when food is scarce. Their hides are softest by the throat. Getting past the teeth, fire and claws is the hard part. Charles is very good at helping me slay them…I could never have made it through so many scrapes without the boy’s help.” He knew that humbleness was a necessary quality in a knight. Arrogance just made warriors careless and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that Charles was such a god lad and helped him in all of his adventures as his eager sidekick. “We fought a Chimera once, hardly ever see those about…nasty things. Almost as bad as dragons because they breathe fire as well.”

William jumped a bit at the sound of knocking at the door. What on earth was someone doing here at this hour?! It sounded like the owner’s wife…come to collect more coin no doubt. He was glad to let Lenia go deal with the nosy old woman, William himself wouldn’t have been able to do anything more than to pay her to leave him alone.

It was a bit hard not to laugh as Lenia spun the woman a tale about her being his wife. William was her -husband-? The young knight perked up a bit at the thought. No…he’d never get married to a princess. Perhaps some other noblewoman one day, but never someone so highly prized as a princess. Besides, she looked about the age where she was surely promised to another man. Probably some pompous prince from another land that didn’t know anything about chivalry or honor. William set his jaw a bit, what did a prince have that he didn’t?!

Oh just lots of a land, a royal pedigree, gold. Alright fine…maybe a prince had a lot more than William had.

“Very good at handling people, aren’t you m’lady?” William chuckled a bit as Lenia came back to the bed. He liked that she was here with him and wanting nothing more than to show her. What he wouldn’t give to just kiss her and hold her. Now Lenia was staring at him…or perhaps he was just staring at her. He couldn’t tell anymore. All he wanted to do was lean forward and kiss her, to claim those pink pouty lips for himself and steal her away from whatever man was stupid enough to let her out of his sight.

The warm breath on his neck had the burning lick of dragon’s fire. It was everything William could do to suppress a happy groan that Lenia was so close to him. He could smell her perfume, could feel the heat radiating off of her. And for a moment he was wondering if it were at all possible to make her blood boil any hotter.

He really, really shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

“Since you would only be dreaming…I needn’t actually rescue you.” William smiled down at her. She was tempting him…challenging him. And if this was going to turn into a competition to see who would break first, he needed to do something to goad her on. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him, letting her body press up against his well muscled form that promised to keep her safe all through the night with it’s strength. His hands began to roam, stroking and rubbing her back as though trying to soothe her from a bad dream. “I only would have to hold you…and promise you that you will never come to harm while you are in my care.”

She was so close now…so terribly close. His dark eyes bore into her own and his mouth was mere inches from the lips that he had wanted to kiss ever since he had first laid eyes on her. He could feel her breath tickling his beard but seemed frightened that he had overstepped his boundaries. He was a knight…she was a princess.

Chivalry be damned. If she slapped him across the face for being impetuous then he would just go get himself another room and then escort her back to the castle in the morning.

So with a little gulp and a deep breath to help steady himself, William finally closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together in a surprisingly slow, sensual kiss. His free hand came up to her cheek, gently cupping the delicate flesh as though she was something precious as he deepened their kiss, praying that she would not pull away from him.

 

[Miss Melly]

Oh, my! She had thought immediately when he wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her closer to him. She inhaled air sharply and bit her lip, sheepishly looking down with her eyes. The smooth sensation of his hands rubbing along her back made her whimper softly in pleasure like a little kitten being rubbed behind her ears. "I know," she whispered, her eyes flickering up at him and she waited patiently. Could he not hear the sound of her heart beating wildly against her breast? And speaking of her breasts... she was certainly pressed nice and tight against him. It felt wonderful in an odd way. She hadn't been this intimate with a man, she really hadn't. Richard was far from a man.

After a few blinks to return the moisture to her eyes, Will had leaned inward and pressed his lips against her own. They meshed quite nicely in a way that caused Lenia to lean against him. Her hands slowly but surely moved to his chest, near his heart which she gripped gently against the fabric. Closing her eyes, she leaned upward and into the kiss making it last as long as she could before breath was needed. When that time came, she gasped for air and placed a hand to her mouth, face beat red. "Oh my," was all she whispered and for a moment it looked as though she were about to cry, about to regret what had happened. Good princesses, when kissed by strange boys, were to slap the living daylights out of them and report them. But Lenia wasn't a very good princess as of late and she wasn't kissing any boys.

She wasn't trying to be sensual, she wasn't trying to turn him on further whether it worked or not, but she began to draw little invisible circles upon his chest and was far too shy to look back up at him. "I don't... I don't think I'll be afraid of any dragons tonight. I like being right here," she curled herself into his arms, into the arms of a Knight whom she suddenly felt she could trust a lifetime. And that was strange; trust did not come easy for royals. But the young, barely twenty two women hadn't known the ways of the world just yet. That's why she was here, to sort out the good from the bad. And William, was most definitely good. "Touch me," she whispered, beckoning for him to move along her back again as she whimpered without conscious thought and closed her eyes.

Tilting her head back, she beckoned for his lips again which she received in mutual favor. Already, she could feel her back being placed against the sheets of this little bed and her body stirred in a way she didn't quite understand. She felt a hot, unusual desire in her belly and lifted her legs a little, revealing the smooth skin and the white stockings that suddenly felt too warm on her now hot flesh.

"I'm warm," she said, almost surprised, innocently looking up to William behind dark, long lashes. Her braid was starting to come undone and her breathing was loud. Gently, she began to tug at her shirt, shyly pausing and looking up at him before removing it completely and laying back down beneath him, glancing up. She removed her hands shyly from her bare flesh and she stared at him. Lenia could feel her nipples hard, chilled by the weather and the slight flush of her skin clearly meant she was turned on. "I'm.. sorry I took your shirt off. It smelled nice though," the innocence may have been too much for the Knight, but the way she looked there, breasts, arms and belly exposed, she bit her lip, waiting for him. Her fingernails gently began to trail upon his strong arm. And though the sensation was new to her, she could feel her panties becoming damp. How strange yet how exciting for her. And probably, for William too. For this moment, she had no regrets. This fire being fueled would not die out now. Lenia wanted to live for the moment.

 

[Javorcek]

William met her innocent gaze and a surge of guilt swept through him. Had this woman never been with a man before? Was he really going to take advantage of something so innocent and pure? He could not bring himself to deflower her if she was indeed a virgin…it would ruin her life and her political career. But there were many, many other creative ways to satisfy the young maiden in his bed and William would gladly perform each and every one to make up for what his Code would not allow him to do.

“Don’t be sorry…as much as I enjoyed seeing you in my shirt, you look breathtaking without it.” William couldn’t help but let his dark eyes roam every curve and plain of Lenia’s mouthwatering body. He wanted to touch her…to feel that supple skin against his own and lick every inch of her body until she was squirming under him and begging for release. Just the thought of her writhing under his strong grasp in the throes of passion made his cheeks flush in excitement and he too began to get unbearably hot in the chilly room. Battle worn hands came down to the hem of his shirt and he tugged the white fabric up and over his head, tossing it away. William had the body of a man who was no stranger to life by the sword. Lean and made of well-defined muscle, his torso and back sported several large scars: some from human enemies, others from the creatures he had slain.

“There…now we are a little more even.” He said with a smile. William climbed into a more comfortable position ontop of her, hands and knees on either side of her body to keep her encased securely underneath him. Though if he ever heard the word ‘stop’, he would surely cease the attentions of his roaming hands and mouth in an instant. A gentleman at heart, the knight wouldn’t dare force himself on a lady, especially one so charming as Lenia.

Craving the feel of her body against his, he pressed his chest against hers, loving the feel of her soft mounds against his hard muscles. With a contented groan, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss and wantonness. This time his tongue slipped out of his mouth, gently exploring the girl’s, tasting just a tiny bit of ale that made his tongue buzz and his head swim…though that may just have been just from the kiss and not from the remnants of alcohol. His lungs began to burn and he pulled away, but became relentless in his assault. Breathless and panting, he kissed his way down her delicate jawline before finding the sensitive flesh of her regal neck. He absolutely ravished her throat with his eager mouth, wanting nothing more than to taste and devour this woman that was causing him to overstep the boundaries of class between them.

Even after kissing and nibbling almost every inch of her throat, his craving for her was still not sated. He kissed down lower, tickling her collarbone with his beard and several soft kisses before his lips and tongue made their way down her sternum. Finally…he could play with those glorious breasts that he had had his eyes one for much longer than he’d like to admit! After kissing and licking the curve of her left breast, he finally wrapped his lips around the hardened nipple. Licking and sucking gently, he glanced up at her to make sure she was enjoying herself while his other hand began to kneed and massage her neglected breast.

As tempting as it was to just rip the last shred of clothing of Lenia wore and claim her as his over and over again, William wanted to go slow…to show her that a real man was able to take his time and truly pleasure his woman. Besides, he didn’t know when the next time their paths would cross. The young knight wanted to make this evening last all night, to savor this moment for as long as he could.

 

[Miss Melly]

She really liked how his hands felt nearer her. She was starting to get a little cold again, perhaps William would help with that. "Will?" She asked softly in the darkness of their room. He was staring at her a little funny. Well, funny was the wrong word here, but he was pouring right into her very soul it felt like... and some kind of ecstasy was being brought out of it. With a small smile, Lenia watched him release his shirt above his head and to the floor. While she admired his body with sparkling little brown eyes, she couldn't help but notice all the scars. They must have hurt some time, now they looked closed up and closed off. She wondered if he still felt the pain in his mind. What she would give to kiss those wounds closed.

Lenia inhaled a great breath when he leaned over and above her comfortable, peering into her eyes again. Was she suppose to make a first move? The young princess was not as experienced and though Richard try to coax her out of her clothing, she ended up in a fit of tears and often threw something (at his face, quite often). Without a moment's thought, his chest crashed against her own. Hard against soft and the young woman whimpered softly as he groaned against her lips, catching them faster than she expected. Eyes wide, she became a little tense when his kisses turned into something far more dangerous. But as their tongues danced, Lenia stirred and melted for him like chocolate.

Lips teasing and slowly torturing her pretty flesh from her neck and along her cupped jaw. His beard tickled her and she expressed that in soft giggles, often muttering his name in between, her hands capturing his raven hair and running her fingers through the surprisingly smooth yet brisk strands. His kisses dared far lower than any good Knight should have. When Lenia felt the pressure against her soft breasts, she gasped and bit her lip a little embarrassed to be able to see it from up here. But his tongue was doing glorious things. Her legs couldn't help but rise a little, ankles touching his calf muscles. "Ah... ah, Will," she breathed softly, and whimpered, promising in her voice that she craved and adored every moment of this new, refreshing experience.

As he finished touching, craving, licking, she leaned down a little and tilted her head, kissing him hard as he returned it. Slowly, she was gaining the reins on this. Her stockings felt oh so warm against her legs, little beads of sweat formed against her delicate brow and her eyes closed when his kisses took their traveling adventures on her valleys. Her panties were damp. Could he feel that? "I'm wet," she whispered and though it sounded innocent, quick, she and he both knew it was a very, very good thing.

"I don't want to return tomorrow. Keep me here, right here. I want to feel it, I want to feel you. William, I... I've never felt anything in my life," her words had taken a serious turn and she reached up, her fingertips gently touching the side of his face, close to his lips to a point where he could kiss them if he chose to. "If you must leave me tomorrow, make me remember this night. Show me what a real man feels like. I want you... oh, Will.." Her body was making her mind speak for her, she wiggled beneath him and her hands moved to the hem of her panties, struggling to wiggle free of them, wishing he would assist.

 

[Javorcek]

Every time his name passed her sweet lips, William’s lust for her grew more and more unbearable. It was everything he could do to hold back the more animalistic side of him, to just give in and claim her as his. He wanted to hear her say his name. Even the diminutive form of it was surprisingly welcome...the nickname was just so familiar...as though they had been lovers for years rather than minutes.

“Know that I am all yours tonight Lenia. I belong to you and you belong to me. And I pray that this is not the only night we will be able to steal for ourselves.” William smiled softly down at her, absolutely meaning what he said. He knew that he would have to bring her back to the castle in the morning…but if Lenia ever sent for him, he would surely come running to her side. He was so captivated by this woman…a woman who actually made him question his roaming lifestyle for the first time in his life.

At least there was tonight; tonight it was just Will and Lenia…tomorrow they could worry about going back to being the Princess and Sir William. He took light hold of her hand that stroked his face, turning his head so that he could gently kiss her fingertips. Then he kissed down her slender digits, planting light brushes of his lips against her palm and wrist. When she drew her hand away in order to begin wriggling out of her panties, William knelt between her legs and straightened up. The straining bulge in his leather pants was much more evident now and was growing to be rather uncomfortable. But he didn’t dare remove his pants just yet. He knew the girl’s lust was clouding her mind and she may not mean the things she said from this point on.

He grasped the band of her underwear and pulled them down the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. He took light hold of her stocking covered legs, rubbing them as she guided them back down to the bed on either side of him, William couldn’t help but groan softly at the sight of her gorgeous pink folds bared to him. "Lenia...I want you so badly..." His cock was so hard from just the sight of her, naked and longing just for him, that he didn’t know how much more of this sweet torture he could take. He needed to please her…to get at least one of their minds back into functioning order so that they could figure out what was next. He crawled backwards on the mattress a little bit, just enough so that when he lay forward his chin rested on her stomach and he smiled up at her.

“Relax…trust me…” William gave her a warm smile before he began to kiss his way down the flat plane of her stomach and towards her mound. He let a gust of warm air hit her glistening pink folds but did not lick her there just yet. Instead he began working his lips against her creamy thigh as he kissed his way down to her knee where his hands came up to remove the one stocking and toss it aside. “Let me pleasure you this way…and if you crave something more I will not deny you. But first let me satisfy you so you may think more clearly.” He murmured against her skin before switching legs, removing that stocking as well. Then he kissed his way up her other thigh until finally finding his way to her dripping wet folds.

He gave her delicate slit one slow, teasing lick, a wicked grin forming on his lips. He loved the taste of a woman and Lenia was absolutely intoxicating with her sweetness. He couldn’t help but hum happily at her delicious taste and pleasing scent. Unable to hold himself back, he gave her another lick, then another. He swept his tongue over the entirety of her sex with broad, gentle strokes before finding the engorged bundle of her clit to tease and torment. As she began to squirm and buck into his face, his hands quickly found her hips, pinning her lightly to the bed as he continued to lash his tongue against her swollen bundle.

 

[Miss Melly]

His reassurance that his stay would be for this night with her caused a great wave of relief to rush over her face, and it was visibly clear. She exhaled softly and nodded in this polite response he was so fond of giving. It made her wonder in the back of her little mind what William sounded like... not polite and sincere? While she thrived on kindness, what was he like when he was beastly? She shuddered at the thought, her eyes moving to the kisses upon her hand and along her fingertips. The sensation was wonderufl and she couldn't help her giggles from the tickling sensation it brought.

Upon leaning upward and bending to remove her panties for her, she closed her legs, twisting herself a little, embarassed and frisky. "You embarass me," she whispered to his declaration of wanting her, seeing her completely bare. Well, as bare as she could interpret. Her stockings were still present and William, while he seemed to enjoy the look it gave her, wanted to remove them. With some hesitation, she watched him lean and kiss his way to her belly, asking her to relax for him. To trust him. Suddenly, she was a bit nervous than before. Had she jumped too fast, too quickly? Biting her lip, Lenia nodded to him, unable to speak verbally. His lips moved from her belly to her thigh, each stocking soon to be removed. "Yes, Will... Alright, Will.." Was all she could utter in her heat.

Taking a deep breath, she looked to see each stocking removed and glanced back at him, whimpering at his grin. He sure did know what he wanted. Clearly, William was experienced and that shed some light on many things for her suddenly. "Will-- ah! Ah, ah, not there, please..." Though she was asking him not to, the passionate, hot expression on her face only seemed to encourage him. Perhaps he should be a good Knight and do what was best for his new princess. A tongue here, and then there, and already Lenia was feeling so many thing she never knew nor understood. The emotions and tension in her body was swirling. Relax, relax. You're tensing and he can feel it. Do you want to make Will happy to? Don't be selfish. With this generosity in mind, for him doing all he had done for her this past day, she loosened her back and shoulders, trying to smile for him.

His tongue was sinking further and she whimpered loudly, her hips trembling and trying to buck upward and then out but he held her hips quickly in order for all the pleasure to intensify in one quick place. "Will, Will!" She begged, never imagining how vocal she'd be; how wonderful his name sounded against her warm mouth. She wanted to give him her all. The odd sensation mixing with her pleasure was too much. She had never done this before... but William had been enjoying himself, experienced in his craft and all the young princess could do was beckon to his wishes. Eventually when there was far too much pressure to handle, she cried out, releasing her first orgasm. Wasn't he a lucky Knight to claim her first?

Embarassed, she turned her head away with a 'please don't look at me!' expression pinned all over her face. Her cheeks were bright red, nipples hard. How embarassing, how silly I must look to have come so quickly. Her inner thighs trembled just a bit and her flower had opened to him easily, quickly, and willingly. Her hand reached down to touch his face, her back slightly arching upward. His hands were still pressing on her hips. She gave him a slightly coy look, "You really aren't letting me go," reaching for him, she asked him to kiss her. Her lips met his before he had to think about it twice. Passionate kisses mixed with her own juices. Sweet, different. But it was just her body and William didn't seem to mind one bit. "I like -these- kisses," she told him after their lips had smacked and toyed. Her breathing was a little hoarse and she began to kiss his neck gently, resting her head back against the bed when she couldn't keep arched forward comfortable. He had seen everything and yet, her exposed parts yearned for more. He would have to see this from her expression and her wet, warm, womanhood.

And when it felt like they were going to try something different, she frooze. "Will, wait," her desperate, small voice seemed to catch him. Sitting up, she gently wrapped herself in the duvet a moment, hugging it. "I'm a little nervous. Will you be gentle with me? I'm not like other women." Other women he'd probably been with which caused some odd feelings to stir in her belly, but she ignored them for now. Touching the side of his face, she leaned in, kissing his jaw softly. "But I will learn." If his promises struck her true, she'd let him do anything to her; anything.

 

[Javorcek]

He groaned happily as she came, pleased that he had done such a good job. All of her moans were music to his ears and he wanted nothing more than to keep her in that state of perpetual bliss. As she came down from her high and immediately looked away from him, he couldn’t help but find her embarrassment adorable. How quickly it took her to find release made it very evident to him that she had never had a man do any of these things to her before. The suspicion that she had never had a man in her bed before was finally confirmed and he felt a surge of pride flow through him.

“I don’t ever want to let you go.” Will grinned up at her, quite content in his current state of lapping up her sweet juices that he had missed. But when asked to kiss her, he didn’t deny her. William crawled up her body and caught her lips in heated, passionate kisses. He enjoyed her taste immensely and smiled a bit as she didn’t run or flinch away from him although her sweet nectar was still on his lips. The young knight wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands travel up and down her body as he pulled her closer. Surely she could feel the bulge in his pants by now? She must know what she was doing to him. He finally pulled away from her, breathless and panting. He couldn’t take it anymore, he at least needed to remove his trousers and relieve some of the ache in his groin.

“I need to…remove these. It’s getting quite uncomfortable” He blushed a bit as he motioned down to his pants. Having never really been flustered in the bedroom before, it was an odd feeling to be blushing like a teenager infront of the princess. But he tried to ignore his embarrassment that he was so painfully hard under his leathers. William grasped the laces of his trousers and undid them, tugging his pants down and letting out a gutteral gasp of relief as his throbbing manhood sprang forth from his leathers, bobbing proudly between his legs. He was certainly built in proportion to the rest of his body. Tall and broad-shouldered, his thick member matched him so well; it was a little intimidating just as he himself could be. He quickly pulled his trousers the rest of the way down, kicking them off the edge of the bed. Much like his chest, his thighs were covered in several scars and rippling with defined muscles.

Having finally exposed himself to her entirely seemed to make her uncomfortable. He gave her a quizzical look as she covered herself up in the blankets. Those dark eyes had already commited every inch of her supple body to memory, even with herself covered up like that, William still knew what was underneath. He took hold of her one hand, lacing their fingers together and giving her a soft squeeze to try to reassure her after she confessed how nervous she was.

“You are far more precious to me than any other woman.” William kissed her lips softly. Of course he had sought the company of women in order to fill some of the loneliness in his life. Although Charles was an excellent companion, he was no substitute for the warm, loving touches that a courtesan could provide. Sleeping alone could get terribly miserable, he liked having a body in the bed next to him…something to protect. Though he had never had the strong urge to absolutely protect and care for the woman in his bed as he now felt towards Lenia before.

“Of course I will be gentle with you. I promise that I will go as slowly as you need me to. But you do not have to give yourself to me if you are nervous. I want you to enjoy it.” He leaned over to kiss and nibble at her cute ears. “I want you Lenia…do not hide yourself from me, please. There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about, it’s just me and I think you are gorgeous.” The young knight whispered softly as his hand came up to the duvet, gently tugging at the blankets to try to coax her to let him see her once more. Once she was naked with him again, he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her into his lap so that they could be close. The thickness of his shaft ended up nestled between the outer lips of her womanhood and the bulbous head rested against her stomach, causing him to groan in pleasure. God how he wanted her… His hands came down to her rear and he gently rubbed and massaged the fleshy mounds, giving her just a couple little nudges forward so that her sensitive clit would drag against the length of his shaft.

“Are you certain you want me to claim you? To be your first?”

 

[Miss Melly]

It was easy to see the bulge now thick against his legs and although the young girl caught it, she looked down, blushing. When he removed his pants, she wanted to look, returning him the same courtesy of him looking at her own naked flesh. It was hard to miss. He was huge, nested between his scared thighs, well fitted to the rest of his frame. Lenia oddly enough, licked her lips either in anticipation or hunger; perhaps a bit of both. With a soft sigh, she leaned up and return the light kisses he had provided her in that she had meant something to him. Again, a slow, silent nod was given to him, an innocent smile upon her lips.

Looking down at their laced fingertips, she smiled softly and scratched her head. She felt like they really had been husband and wife for three years. The lie she told moments ago suddenly felt sweet and quite charming. Would she ever lead such a life, perhaps not, but how tempting it was to take this Knight's hands like this again and run away with him. What would her kingdom do? They would come after her. Quickly. She wouldn't do that to William, she couldn't. It was selfish. But... what they were doing now, wasn't that selfish? Pouting her lips, she leaned up when he nibbled her ears, mewing softly. "I am nervous, but I want this. I've never wanted anything more in my life. You make me like this," she could feel her womanhood still damp and ready to be received once more.

Nothing to be embarrassed about, was easier said than done for her. But again, she complied to him, bent to these wishes for she knew the exploding world of pleasures to come. Nodding slowly, she shyly pecked his jaw then his lips and allowed him to drag the covers from her, revealing her warm, slightly flustered body. He wrapped his arms around her and easily shifted the young princess upon his lap. Lenia's gasp was matched in his ecstasy when his cock shivered against her belly and teased the outer lengths of her flower.

"Oh, Will, yes... yes, please. I want you to take pride in that. Make me remember it so that I may forget all else," there was something sad about that. Something he may have suspected that she was betrothed to a prince. Of course, here, now, she wouldn't bring something like that up. She was just getting intimate and comfortable. There was no ring, no promise on her finger nor her neck. Before he could penetrate her, she did something quickly, carefully. Reaching up behind her now long brown hair, she unclipped the golden necklace probably worth more than he'd make in a half month's time and leaned in, wrapping it around his neck. The sigil was two stand-up lions with a sword pointed face down in stone, in between. A sign of pride, honor, and duty for her country. It was her token to him to always not only remember her, but to remember that he was all of those things to her and more.

Smiling back at him, her hands grazed off his chest, being careful of his scar, and she looked back up to him, promising that she was ready. The first 'feel' of his shaft was maddening. It poked it's way through and eventually began to push between her folds as she cried out, whimpering, a hand coming to clasp her lips. Squeezing her eyes shut as the pain burst through, she opened her eyes, finding small tears in them, looking back to Will. Quickly, she tried to blink them away, with shaking hands, placed them on either side of his shoulders. "I... I'm alright," she whispered, nodding to promise him it just hurt at first, her virginity now broken. Pushing all the way through, she tried to focus on the tightness and how slick his large member had been, aching to penetrate her like this all night. It must have been maddening; she could certainly feel such. It wouldn't all fit, would it? Her loud moans, her cries, probably egged him on. The pain would soon intensify to immediate pleasure as he cradled her in his lap and began rhythm.

 

[Javorcek]

A strong hand came to touch the pendant that now rested slightly underneath where his collarbones met. His smiled broadened at the token, something to keep of hers if he could not keep this woman that he wanted so much to himself. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them or their countries if he ran away with her…they had responsibilities that continued out of this bedroom. Would Argis go to war with Berges if they found out one of Berges’ knights had deflowered their beloved princess? He’d certainly be tried as a criminal and hung if they were found out. Thought right now with her in his arms, everything feeling so right, the looming consequences were quickly pushed out of his mind and all he could think of was her and how much they both wanted this, to just be selfish just for one night.

After she ran his hands over his chest and looked up at him with sure eyes, he nodded a bit and leaned down to steal one more kiss before his hands released her rear and now took hold of her hips. His muscles flexed and bulged as he lifted her up a bit, positioning her so that the sensitive tip of his manhood was pressed insistently against her entrance. One more kiss…and then he began to lower her onto himself, moving her slowly, guiding her with his hands. It was everything he could do to keep his self control…she was so tight. The way her folds fluttered and squeezed his pulsing rod was absolutely magnificent and for a brief moment he was terrified he wouldn’t be able to last five minutes with her.

When he felt the resistance of her barrier pressing against the sensitive head of his member he hesitated for just one moment. While he knew his way around a bedroom, he’d never claimed a woman’s virginity for himself before. He had always thought it would be something he would do with his nervous bride on their wedding night. The simple fantasy she had created that they were indeed husband and wife was something he could so easily get lost in…something that made him want this even more than he had before.

With a push of his hips upwards, he groaned as he broke her barrier, immediately regretting it as her eyes began to fill with tears. He pulled her to him, wrapping her in a reassuring embrace and not letting go until she assured him that she was alright. “It will feel better…I promise…” It had to feel better eventually, right? That’s why there were such things as courtesans, yes? He kept guiding her hips lower, and when their hips finally met and she was seated snuggly in his lap, he let out a long held in breath.

He started kissing her, her neck, her chest, her lips, anything he could reach in order to help soothe and distract her from the pain. His hips began to thrust upwards and he lifted her off him just the slightest bit to give him a couple of inches of room to work with. He went slow at first, trying to let her get used to the feeling of getting penetrated. And once she began to moan and cry out, he felt more confident in his approach and picked up a faster rhythm.

“Oh God…Lenia…” Will groaned, struggling to hold himself back, to wait and be patient and let her find her pleasure first. Even though he could not thrust into her as roughly as the animal side of him wanted to, he enjoyed the intimacy of this position immensely. The feeling of her breasts bouncing against his chest as he guided her hips with his hands, thrusting upwards into her slick channel and dragging his shaft against her front wall, surely hitting that extra sensitive spot that all women had….it was perfect. Perhaps another day he could claim her in a rougher fashion, but for tonight he was a very happy man to be making love to his princess.

 

[Miss Melly]

Feeling her body shift forward as he embraced her, she buried her head for a moment against his shoulder, licking, tasting his sweat and enjoying the taste of his warm flesh. His words comforted her and she nodded slightly as he guided her hips to match his own in a similar pattern. Eventually, she was able to lift her head and shyly look away, unable stare directly at him at eye level. "Yes, yes," she whispered, the pain slowly bleeding into a very different sensation that she wasn't familiar with; it was a lovely, dark, and passionate emotion that swirled in her belly and filled her whole. Eventually, he did not have to guide her hips, she was able to do that for herself.

To a point where he increased his speed, she could feel her hips giving out and asked with her body to lean back. Whimpering lightly when her back hit the pillows and sheets more comfortably, she wrapped her arms around his neck and asked that he continued but added, "harder," with soft, warm breath against his neck. She kissed his shoulders, jaw, wherever she could reach, little lips moved along the edges of his face as he pushed deeper. Crying out when he was nearly all the way in, she winced a bit, blinking back the tears so none would fall in the end. Honestly, she didn't think he would fit, but here he was, ramming himself into her little sanctuary, now soiled. And gladly so on her part.

"More, Will, please. I can feel it, I can," she whispered, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling with every heated motion she had within her. Eventually she began to reach the climax she never experienced. Will seemed to pick up on it faster than she realized. removing one hand from his neck, she brought it over to his left hand resting along her arm to uphold himself above her. "Don't pull out, fill me up," she even made a point to lick her lips. Such a naughty girl he made her, or was that her own doing, all by herself? "Ah... ah!" She breathed loudly and squeezed his hand, the other tightening around his neck as she reached her peak, moments later, feeling a warm, flooding sensation fill her womb. His seed gushing through a territory unknown when his release came as she closed her eyes a moment and then looked back up to him, blushing. "Will," she put more thought and sincerity into that word than ever before as she touched the side of his face, caressing there softly.

She really wanted more of this. In fact, she craved it. What kind of animal was Will if she could become animalistic as well? It was an odd thought, surely, but an interesting one no less. But her stamina was not as up to par, though she was willing to comply with him how he wished. Sitting up very slowly, she asked him (politely of course, shyly) to lay down. Her friends had always gossiped about this. And for once, Lenia was going to take charge. She wanted to know what it really felt like to make a man feel just as nice. "I'll ride you," she whispered, waiting for him to situate himself while she leaned over him, kissing him and allowing his hands to do as they wished before she moved.

Guiding her hand down his stomach, her gentle fingers touched his erection and began to stroke there, moving herself down until she faced it. Goddess, he was huge. Biting her lip, she hesitantly leaned up and over, pressing on his stomach as best as she could, hoping it wouldn't hurt him. Her weight wasn't the largest he had probably carried, but Lenia was just as new to this. "Like this, Will?" Her innocence may have teased him, but she was being honest. Her long hair draped over her shoulder as she mounted him and positioned herself above his long shaft. Lowering herself carefully, she held him to her and slid herself down, crying out, body trembling. It felt so good, she just couldn't help it when she smacked her little lower self against his cock and trembled, lowering her head. Blushing, she began to ride him, her hips rocking back and forth in an almost figure eight motion. "Ah.." She was breathed loudly, openly, her eyes pleading with him, asking if what she was doing was acceptable. What she did not understand was how on the edge she was bringing him. Perhaps, somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wanted to unleash the beast.

 

[Javorcek]

He groaned as she fell backwards onto the bed, letting him thrust into her even harder and deeper in the new position. The feeling of her sex clutching at his member as she reached her first climax was driving him crazy. Her folds fluttered around him, tempting him to release inside of her. But he couldn’t… he needed to pull out…he couldn’t possibly claim her this way as well! It was her voice that damned him: her soft, pleading voice that he could not deny. He rammed the entire length of his cock into her, burying himself as deep as he could as his manhood twitched and exploded inside of her, coating her womb with his thick, hot seed. “Oh…oh God…Lenia…” He gasped, giving a couple more thrusts, slower and more languid as he savored the feeling of her enveloping heat.

Sweaty and panting, William shivered as his hips slowed down to nothing and he smiled down at her, still buried in her warmth. He leaned down to give her several soft kisses. “You are perfect…” the young knight murmured against her lips, tickling her with his beard. He would have thought her lust would be sated and she would want to go to sleep, the girl was a virgin after all. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that she wanted to keep going.

William laid down when directed to. He placed his arms behind his head, propping his head up so that he could watch her with those hungry, dark brown eyes. The feeling of her delicate hands on his cock made him twitch and he bucked up into her hand involuntarily. She certainly knew how to get a man going. It didn’t help when she began achingly slowly lower herself back down onto him, enveloping his cooling member back into her slick heat.

Watching the lithe brunette tremble and rock her hips while perched atop him was every fantasy come true. She was beautiful in the firelight and she was trying to hard to please him. “Yes…Lenia…keep going.” The young knight let out a satisfied groan to encourage her, hips bucking just the slightest bit as he let her ride him and set the new pace. It was gentle, tentative almost as though she were afraid that she would hurt him. But Lenia was so light and perfectly sized, it felt as though her body had been made just for him. Now with her turning into a naughty little minx, he craved something rough since that they had already had a round of something so soft. “Harder…you won’t hurt me.” He grunted softly, bucking his hips up into her, trying to urge her on.

“I can’t…I can’t hold back…if you keep…” William panted, his cock throbbing even more insistently than before. Her soft moans were torturous. While the pace she set was pleasant, he wanted her screaming, to ravish her with the unbridled passion that he was sure her betrothed could never match. “If you keep…being so damn quiet…” Without warning, his hands flew forward and he grabbed her, flipping them both over so that he was ontop once more.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to claim her as his, to reduce her body to a trembling mess until she was so full of pleasure that she was begging him to stop. As much as he loved the pretty little moans of a princess, he wanted to hear the cries and screams of a woman who had entirely lost every prim and proper bone in her body, reduced to the same animal that he was. He grabbed her hips, much rougher than before, holding her in place so that her squirming would not interrupt his brutal pace. William rammed his cock into her, sure that she had grown accustomed enough that she could handle it now, although it may be difficult for her to sit or walk straight in the morning. He was a very strong man, and right now all that strength and speed was being focused into fucking Lenia so hard that she could barely breath.

“Look at me…scream for me Lenia…” The young knight growled when she turned away from him, growing shy once more. She was probably growing embarrassed from the way their hips so lewdly smacked against once another. She was so wet, so full of his cum that their mixed juices spilled out, coating their thighs and causing the sounds of their animalistic passion to echo in the room.

 

[Miss Melly]

With his approval, she continued on, trying to press herself down on his weight, but found that she continued to hesitate. She mumbled an apology and when feeling the buck of his hips into her own, she whined softly and leaned her head to one side in a daze. Harder, harder, she tried to push and squeeze against him before he mentioned that he wouldn't be able to control himsel if she didn't start up and talking again. What did that mean? Looking down at him, the young girl tilted her head in confusion before inhaling air when he turned and flipped their positions.

"W-Will!" She cried out in shock and felt his member push right back into her opening as she cried out again, barely having a moment to inhale air. "Ah, ah, W-Will!" She pleaded against his body, trying to free herself of this little cage, but found that he would not release her. She was unsure of this, but tried to remember that this may have been what she intended for. Instead, Lenia did her best to go with it. She kept wiggling around until firm hands held her still, pushing a little to which she cried out. "You're too big," she whimpered as he thrust in and out of her, her head turning away from him embarassed.

But William wasn't having any of that. That low growl that seemed to egg her own brought her back into his world, his zone of pleasure as he told her to look at him, to scream for him. Her lips trembled and some tears threatened in her eyes. She felt pressured but at the same time, desired. It was very hard, being a virgin only moments ago and barely knowing him. But perhaps this was some wheel of fate they were traveling on. Lenia looked up at him, her eyelashes wet with her tears. She screamed for him, blushing, hot, furious.

His lips came to her's as her's went to his own. She had never in her life experienced such a round. She could feel her juices spitting out, mixed with his, below their cries. He came in her once, twice, three times. She could feel each one and screamed to a point where she hadn to scream into her knuckles in fear if this noise continued, someone would make a fuss about it. "Stop, stop, please..." She begged, touching his face, trying to bring him back. Leaning up to him with all the barely-there strength she had, she leaned up, pressing her cheek against his stubbled beard and asked him to finish off and come with her for a final time. God knows how many it had been.

When he finished, she immediately turned away from him, removing her hands from his neck and shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she placed her knuckles to her forehead which was causing her some dizziness. She called out to him, but closed her eyes, damp with emotion. What a rough ride that had turned out to be. Her womanhood burned in pain but satisfaction as her legs, trembling, closed. Could they sleep like this? By the time she managed to sit up, the sky looked purple orange. It would be morning in perhaps two or three hours. They had been at it for the nearly the entire night. Her hands gently grazed her lower belly. Yes, she could feel his hot seed like it had just been there moments before. Lenia politely turned away from him, wrapping herself in the covers. She parted her beautiful, now coral warm lips and went to say something but lost the words. She had no words. She loved and yet was a little fearful of what had just occured. And she had no one to blame but herself. And from here on out, she would take responsibility for such actions. Rubbing her damp eyes with a regal hand, she sniffed a moment and attempted to get the many loose strands of hair from her blushing face.

 

[Javorcek]

When she screamed his name he immediately leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that was fiery, passionate, claiming. As far as he was concerned, this woman was his, all his, just as much as he was hers. He had never had his lust absolutely rule him in such a manner before. Three times he came, filling her with his seed, and still his rampaging libido was tearing through his body, making him an absolute animal in bed. His eyes were glazed over in lust, looking at her but not really seeing.

It wasn’t until delicate hands began touching his face, running through his beard, that he returned to his senses. He slowed his thrusting hips, blinking the fiery lust away from his eyes and looking down at her, -really- looking. They were both sweaty messes, she was whimpering softly, her hair was wild and he was sure that he must have hurt her. He shouldn’t have done that to her. “I’m sorry…” He panted softly, immediately seeming to realize what he had done, his brow furrowing as he apologized. He could have hurt her, really hurt her…he was being so rough with a woman so delicate. But Lenia told him to keep going and he could do nothing but obey. Though his thrusts now had calmed, they were slow and gentle as they had been in the beginning of the night as he reached another peak of pleasure. “Lenia…my Lenia…” He groaned as he came for her one final time, sighing happily as he felt his cock finally begin to soften and the burning in his core cease.

“I’m right here…” he whispered after she called out to him. William move to lay down next to her, propping himself up on his side on an elbow. His other hand came down to her face, gently sweeping errant strands of hair from her sweat covered skin. “Sleep…I will draw a bath for you in the morning.” Unwilling to have her sleep so far from him, William inched closer, pressing his strong chest to her back. He draped his one arm around her, holding her gently to him as he peppered her back and shoulders with soft kisses to help soothe her into a sleep.

Hey lay there with her for a long time with her, somewhere between sleep and dreaming. So light was his sleep that the moment the light started to stream in through the window in earnest, he stirred. He carefully untangled himself from Lenia’s arms and snuck out of bed, pulling on his underwear before he made his way to the windows to draw the curtains. As promised, William retreated into the bathroom and began the arduous process of warming the water over the fire to fill the tub, trying to be quiet as a mouse in order to not wake the sleeping princess.

Once the tub was full of pleasantly warm water, he made his way back towards the bed. He must’ve really tired the poor woman out last night since she was still asleep. She would definitely need a bath this morning to help soothe her sore muscles.

“Lenia…” William whispered softly, nuzzling her neck gently to tickle her with his beard and give her several kisses. “Wake up…I’ve drawn you a bath.”

 

[Miss Melly]

His promises before bed sounded tempting right now. She nodded, eyes closed as he helped to guide her back down, moving the hair from her face to give her some light. "Mhmm.." Lenia whispered and mumbled something with his name in there somehow and exhaled loudly, releasing the tension in her lower back once she hit the sheets. Blinking a final time, she felt him behind her, keeping an arm around her, watching her from her back.

She must have moved, tossing and turning a little, for her arms had wrapped around William, leaning into him, burrying into his warmth. It was a chilly, fall, morning. The pressure from the bed lifted and she felt it, but only briefly. Her mind stirred and when she could feel, very faintly, the sound of running water and the rush of steam, her eyes threatened to open. Further the threat when something tickled her delicate skin. She giggled, and blew air through her clenched teeth, shaking her head a moment, trying to be rid of the ticklish soft moisture upon her nose, cheeks, and lips.

Eventually, she did as he had asked and went to sit up, feeling a pain in her hips and back and of course, her new self down there. Blushing, at the mess they'd made beneath their sheets, she cursed the small pink spots on the sheets below her and quickly rose only to be toppled over again. "Whoa!" She exclaimed, thankful Will was there. For a moment, him capturing her like that... his hands somehow found their way to her breasts. Her eyes looked to him almost sternly, but her words fayed innocence. "Now, I must say. I can't seem to walk straight this morning. And you can't seem to keep your hands off my breasts." Offering him a small, cheeky grin, she reached up and kissed him good morning, asking that if he wouldn't mind, helping her into the bath.

Comfortable in warm waters, Lenia touched his arms. "Wait. Aren't you tired? Bathe with me. I shall wash your back. Please?" She gave him a brief, tiny pout and tilted her head in his direction. Today was the day she'd have to return to the mayor's house. Thankfully she'd be in this area for a week or two longer, but where would William go? Where did his true loyalities lie now? "And you may wash mine?" She offered, eyebrows raising a little higher than before. That hot feeling in her belly was rising again. She had physically put her hands down in the warm waters to stop herself. She had to pace herself today for God's sake. She had to walk like a proper lady today!

In their small silence, she reached for him, inching closer and leaned her elbows along the edge of the tub, drawing little circles on it's outside base. Innocently, she closed her eyes, sighing. "You.. certainly did a spell on me last night. I had never felt anything like that in my life. And I never shall again, I fear. I shall savor you all my life, Will. Including now. Come. Bathe with me?"

 

[Javorcek]

William picked her up as though she weighed nothing, cradling her in his arms as he leaned down to kiss her. “Perhaps I should just carry you around like this for the rest of the day if it is so difficult to stand. Think you could defend requesting me into your service if I do nothing but carry you around all day?” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her as he walked them over towards the bathroom. “Though…if you are stuck in my arms like this…you are at my mercy!” With a playful grin he leaned down, catching one of her nipples into his mouth and giving it a teasing suck and lick. Hah! It seemed as though he couldn’t keep his mouth off of her breasts either. But they were quite nice, she couldn’t possibly blame him for wanting to touch him even though the first time today had been an accident.

He lay her down into the bathtub and turned to leave, only to be stopped by a gentle touch on his arm. He knelt down by her side, outside of the tub and keeping her eyelevel as she spoke to him.

“I have slept enough.” Although his body ached from his match against Edward, as well as his hours of ravishing the princess last night, William was used to not sleeping. Constant vigilance on the road between villages would leave him with very little sleep and he was used to the weight it put on his body. Though he supposed his matches in the continuing Tournament would be extra difficult today. Perhaps he could convince Lenia to come watch him…they maybe he could steal her away for a couple moments alone between matches.

“I…do not think a bath together would be wise. I must take you back sometime today you know.” Part of him was afraid that he would not be able to let her go if they kept spending time together. And if they became distracted in the tub…if things managed to get out of hand while they washed eachother, someone from the mayor’s house would certainly notice her disappearance.

But as he felt her hands on her, his resolve weakened as it always seemed to be doing every time she touched him. All he could do was nod. “Anything you wish, Lenia.” With a little smile he stood up, stripping out of his underwear before he climbed into the bathtub with her. He wriggled around a little bit to get comfortable, tubs at inns were hardly ever made for men of his stature. Now the water level was so high that it was almost spilling from the sides.

He grasped a soft cloth that he used to wash with from the side of the tub and dunked it into the perfumed, soapy water. Then he pulled her forward, situating her into his lap so that he could easily reach around her and begin to wash her back. His hands were definitely taking liberties…including the side swells of her breasts as well as the top of her firm rear in his definition of where her back actually was.

"Will I get to see you again after today? I am here all week for the Tournament...then I will go wherever I am dispatched next."