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Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Aspen’s orgasm washed over his mouth but Lanzarac continued to work between her legs for a moment afterwards. He drank in her sweet nectar, relishing the taste and desiring more, though he knew it would become tiresome and weary for her to continue. With a final lick of his tongue, he drew himself up and sat before her, holding her legs spread to either side of him. He could clearly take her, fiercely and relentlessly, but decided it wouldn’t be good for tradition. Save it for Asova, where she would be less inclined to argue with him about anything. “Did you enjoy yourself, wife?” He asked, using her formal title. Her body heaved with the intensity, her bare chest rising and falling. He watched lustfully as her breasts moved with each motion, before venturing up to her face.

But something caught his eye as he did so. The cut on her neck was...gone. Just like that, vanished. He wondered at the sight, suddenly thinking that the whole incident had perhaps been in his head. Glancing to his shirt, he saw the stain of blood on his clean undershirt and knew that it had happened. But when he looked back to Aspen, her eyes were still shut while she went through the emotions of the orgasm. Looking at her pretty face, he soon lost the thought of the minor cut as his thoughts turned to admiration of her beauty. She would be a perfect bride, if she wasn’t so stubborn and idiotic. But still, she had enjoyed her session and didn’t seem to resent him for it, and hadn’t even mentioned a word about the cuffs. Slowly, with a smile, he rose and went over to his desk, retrieving the key from the hidden compartment and returning. He rolled her over on her side where he easily unlocked her bounds and removed them from her wrists. He then returned to his desk and placed them back, closing the compartment and returning to the sleeping mat. This time, he did crawl under the sheets, shirtless with only pants on, and began to get comfortable. “If you want to use your knife, feel free to do so.” He muttered, before turning on his side away from her and closing his eyes.
 
Aspen could feel herself twitching and moaning with the intense pleasure that came from her husband licking on her even more sensitive sex. She wanted to push him away, her body having gotten what it needed and now the pleasure was consuming her so much that when he stopped she was grateful. Her eyes closed as she tried to control her breathing and her body. She could feel the cold air hitting between her legs and on her nipples, should she be affected by the cold she would have already crawled underneath the covers and been to sleep. Since she wasn't she stayed above them and didn't move for the longest time.

Of course she felt oddly exposed and she could feel her face blush, but she knew her husband would take that as a sign from him previous mouth love making. Just the thought of it almost sent a shiver through her as she heard him get up and then move closer to her. Her body was so limp that when he moved her over to take off the cuffs she just rolled with him weakly. What she experienced had been a first and it had left her with so many questions about what the man and woman did when they were actually together; thought she could tell that even if she was so inexperienced, her husband was not. Once the cuffs were off she almost groaned as the blood rushed back into the sore muscles. She knew if she wanted she could heal the discomfort faster but she let it take it's natural course. It wasn't a bad injury and she had been lucky because she thought her husband hadn't noticed that the small cut was gone, she thought her secret was safe.
 
Lanzarac waited for the inevitable piercing feeling of the knife in his side. He would open and close his eyes, waiting for that moment. It never came. Aspen just kept panting and breathing, overwhelmed by her experience with her first orgasm. She did taste good on the lips, and he continually licked them to get a hint of the delicious taste. He wondered what she was thinking, of how a mean person like him could have pleasured her. Why put her down just to make her feel wonderful later on? The pleasure was more for him than it was for her however. He enjoyed watching her squirm with delightful sensation and listening to her beautiful moaning, thinking it’s a testament to his skills. Finally, the nervous anticipation of being stabbed forced him to roll back over and face her. She was still laying exactly as he left her, gown spread over her hips, undergarments down to her knees, breasts fully exposed. What if a messenger walked in and saw them together as such?

With a sigh he grabbed the hem of her gown and threw it back over her legs. “Cover yourself up, girl.” He said in a gruff tone, as he fold the hem around her chest over her breasts as well. Now she was covered up fully. He began to tie the straps between her chest hems but gave up after the first. Deep inside, he was desiring to take her again in some form, to cause her further discomfort in the fact she was getting pleasured. Her wrists were slightly bruised and Lanzarac knew he would have to fix or at least cover those up before he returned to Asova. There would be a lot more after he was done.
 
For a while all Aspen did was lay there. She thought about stabbing him, but honestly wasn't sure if she had enough will to actually do it. To her of course she thought that he was an angry one sometimes but she didn't think he was mean enough for her to stab him. She could see his potential to be a good husband, had felt it when he made her orgasm from only his tongue. She knew that he was constantly thinking about the knife because he didn't trust her, but why should he? After all she did bring a knife into their tent on their wedding night, even if it had been unintentional. She opened her eyes for just a moment and turned her head to look at the knife, she hated that it was so close to her because she was never one for violence and she pushed it a couple more inches away before laying back in the same position.

She didn't mean to fall asleep with the way her clothing was but after their session she easily did. Sleep kept her in it's grips for a good while before Lanzarac's movements and the fixing of her garments stirred her slightly. When she had been fully awake she had been able to keep herself away from him but in her sleepy state she moved closer to him, wanting to not feel so alone. Since he was on his side she rolled into him, her head laying on his shoulder and her arms curled in front of her in front of both of their chest. In sleep came the natural ability to heal and her wrists lightly glowed as the bruises disappeared.
 
Lanzarac was surprised when the only response he got from Aspen was her rolling over to sleep on his arm. It was a strange act for her to commit, after being so put down by his actions and words. He had seen her push the knife away and wondered if she had chosen to accept her fate rather than fight it. But literally speaking, what could she really have done? Stab him to death in the middle of a camp surrounded by his guards? All that would have done is thrift his kingdom of an heir and her kingdom of a beautiful princess. He couldn’t move away from her either, she was on his arm and looked so pretty just sleeping there, her arms innocently curled up between them as if it were a reassurance. Hiding his smile, he threw an arm over her body and drew her even closer, not arguing about the chance to cuddle. He intertwined their legs and slept with her forehead not a few inches from his. But he couldn’t sleep yet, for suddenly there was a sudden explosion of light emitting from her arms.

It was faint, like a candle in its last throes before running out of wax, but her wrists seemed to shine with unnatural behaviour. He watched, frozen and awestruck by the sight, as it gleamed then faded just as quickly. The light had formed a band around her wrists much in the same way he had cuffed them, and he realized that the bruises that resulted from his perversion had suddenly vanished. Just like that, as if nothing had happened. He looked to her face and saw no recognition of any effort or sign that she had initiated it. Aspen breathed softly in her sleepy state, not even bothered by it, and Lanzarac marvelled at what he had just seen. Did the same happen to her neck while he was preoccupied between her legs? That had to be the logical explanation, for there was no evidence of a cut or marking where he held the knife. Just the blood on his shirt showed any signs that it had ever happened. Strange girl, he would have to speak to her about it. But his eye lids were heavy and his body tired from the journey. It was time to sleep, and perchance to dream. He tucked her head under his chin and slept peacefully, helped by the warmth of her body.

The night passed uneventful and the rain stopped prior to morning, leaving a refreshing smell over the landscape. It was the first thing that Lanzarac noticed when his eyes slowly opened the following morning, awakened by his internal clock. It was still the first hour of dawn and the first rays of the sun could clearly be seen casting their radiance over the camp. It was a pure light, untarnished by the day or sky, and was Lanzarac’s favourite time of day. With a yawn, he disconnected from Aspen and sat up, back to her as he rubbed his eyes. He then stood and stretched his arms and upper body, feeling the stiffness of his joints vanish as they cracked. With a sigh he began to dress himself, putting on the somewhat blood stain undershirt and tucking it into his pants. The blood was only visible in droplets across his chest and soon covered as he threw his coat over. He went to the desk and sat, putting on his boots slowly before standing to don his belt. The saber rattled and knocked into the desk a few times but it didn’t bother Lanzarac at all that it might disturb Aspen. He then threw open the flap and looked out.
 
Aspen slept through the night entirely and never woke up. She had no idea that in her sleep she had accidentally snuggled closer to him and had healed herself. She obviously had no idea and unless he told her she wouldn't have any. In her sleep she usually had nightmares about when she was little and she was teased from boys who were her age about how she was the only child and that she was a girl. They had been so cruel to her and she hated it, it was one of the reasons why she wasn't cruel. She remembered with such detail what it felt like and she vowed to never do it to her again unless someone absolutely deserved it. When he moved to get up and leave her she moaned a little, her subconscious obviously wanting him to stay there. Even if she wouldn't admit it she felt safe with him.

Slowly she awoke, and now that her conscious had taken over the subconscious part of her. She was glad that she was alone on the furs but she almost expected him to at least stay there until she woke up. Scoffing to herself, she realized how dumb that almost sounded to her. She sat up even slower than when she awoke and looked over at him while he was at his desk. He really was handsome and when she thought of how his face had between her legs last night, making her cry out in pleasure, it made her face blush. Immediately she looked away from him and stood up slowly, she paid no attention to the way her dress was fixed and walked over to her pile of a dress. She figured since he had already seen her pretty much naked he wouldn't care if she changed. Slowly she slipped off her gown, letting it fall to the ground. When it slipped past her wrists she noticed that they were healed and she hoped he hadn't seen it.

Bending over she picked up the dress and slipped it on quickly. She would change when they were back in the carriage and she could put on something clean. She could feel that her undergarments were damp from last night and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it while they waited to be on their way. Reaching underneath her dress she pulled them off too and laid them on her nightgown pile. It felt good to go around without anything on underneath and she liked the way the dress swished around her skin as she walked to the flap to look out and smell the morning scent.
 
Lanzarac heard Aspen waking up behind him but he didn’t turn to look. The camp outside was starting to awake as well. Camp fires were being built, breakfast being prepared, banners fluttered in the morning breeze, horses were being walked. Elves strode about with their muskets cleaned and inspected. Lanzarac wished he could shoot today but he didn’t bring any discs along for target practice. He wondered if Aspen had ever fired a weapon, but with her...healing properties, he doubted she was any sort of fighter. She came to stand next to him, dressed into her previous attire and he looked at her. Her red hair seemed to catch the morning sun and blaze even brighter, as if it were fire itself. He wondered what she looked like completely naked and turned away before he found himself further aroused. It was bad enough that tradition prevented him from fully taking his wife until their marriage bed.

“We’ll eat breakfast quickly then we’ll be off. Hopefully we can reach the river Nycess by evening.” They would board the barge, which was comfortable enough for a day’s travel by sea, while the rest of the men would journey by land towards Asova. Without the burden of escorting a Prince and Princess, they could reach home in about three days. “Come on, they have to take the tent down and pack everything again.” He took her firmly by the hand and led her towards some large rocks jutting by the roadside. Some elves were lounging about but they quickly vacated for their Lord, to whom Lanzarac smiled and nodded his thanks. He sat on the largest and leaned on his elbow, looking thoroughly bored. His thoughts wandered back the previous night and he wondered if her healing abilities had been real or imagined. Perhaps he would conduct a little experiment today. But what if it only came into effect during the night, when she was asleep? To be safe, he would attempt it at night. Birds were beginning to chirp and sing their songs, not annoyed by the presence of elves in their land.

Breakfast came quickly, the same carrot and pea soup that the army of Asova was so fond of. Lanzarac accepted it and began to devour it ravishingly. Last night’s work had been tiring and he was thoroughly famished, and there was another long carriage ride in the morning. He decided to give his wife some more peace and ride up front again, taking in the morning air and seeing more of the land. He thought it considerate to at least let Aspen enjoy the last moments in her land as well, in peace and away from him.
 
Aspen enjoyed looking out at the camp at work, how everyone had their own way of doing things and how they all made it work together as a true army should. She could see that her husband looked at her while he stood next to her and she was aware of his gaze. It almost made her squimish, though she knew it was foolish. He had already ravished her and it took quite a bit of strength to not blush under it; a slow sigh left her when he finally looked away. She wondered silently if she would ever get used to it, the way he looked at her sometimes. If she had to be honest with herself she didn't want to leave this place. It was her home and the further they got from her home to her new one she could feel the nervous feeling in her stomach growing, trying to push her back to her her family.

She heard him when he talked to her, and she was excited to eat breakfast, her stomach was turning over and over. Once he grabbed her hand she easily followed behind him, blushing slightly when she knew his men would find her underclothes and pick them up. It caused her to bite her lip as they climbed onto the rocks. They were warm to her and when she was offered the breakfast she eagerly took it. It tasted so good and when she was finished she looked over at her husband for a second, enjoying the way his hair shined in the bright sun. "So husband, are we to ride in the same carriage today to this river? I do hope we get there soon." She wasn't ready to really push aside the option of her new life, she decided to really try and give it a chance.
 
Lanzarac finished consuming his soup and raised his bowl for a second, asking if there were any apples as well, which his soldiers were eager to refill. He sat quietly, humming tunelessly to himself between his teeth until Aspen spoke, “My name is Lanzarac, not husband. I’m going to ride upfront with the driver, take in the morning air. Unless of course, you would like me to ride in the carriage with you.” He replied, looking at her with a smile. It had hidden meanings behind which he was sure she could guess at. “We will be there by nightfall, in which you can sleep in a nice comfy ship. If you don’t get seasick of course. Have you been on a ship before?” Lanzarac asked, accepting his second bowl with a slightly dry apple, and devouring it in much the same way as before. Putting it aside, he took out a knife and cut the apple in half, offering a side to Aspen while he used the knife to feed himself the other.
 
Aspen watched as the soldiers moved about, making sure that he had everything he could possibly need. Of course she was already royalty but anything she wanted, she got it herself, and didn't wait on others to fulfill her needs. She also watched him as he talked to, nearly scoffed by the time he was finished. "You know, my name is Apsen, not wife. Why should I show you what you do not show to me?" She knew that in his country women weren't treated the same, but she would be damned if he put her below him. "If you want to stay up with the driver that is fine with me, I have no objections. Also, I have been on a ship before and I quite like it." She blushed, knowing what would happen should he stay with her, his intentions were easily picked up. Looking away from him she grabbed the half apple from him and began to nibble on it.
 
Lanzarac smiled when Aspen took the apple and turned away, his eyes gleaming with various thoughts of what he could say. Despite her red hair, the flush of color into her cheeks were a clear giveaway to how she felt. He ate his apple in silence for a few more moments, not bothering to speak or reply immediately. When just the core of his side of the apple was left, he turned and threw it into the surrounded woods. He was always taught that if you didn’t want to waste food, just return it to nature. It had a way of reabsorbing it back into the very earth that sprouted it. He sat back down again and fixed his eyes on Aspen. She had a slender neck, her curves were well pronounced, and her posture was rigid and stern. A true model of a woman. “Very well, Aspen. Tell me, how would you like to be treated? You certainly loved the way I treated you last night, didn’t you? Perhaps if you moaned a bit louder, the whole camp would have heard you.” He said quietly to her, an arrogant smirk forming across his face. “Maybe I should ride with you, give you same treatment again. Don’t think I didn’t notice. You have nothing under that dress.” He winked at her then leaned back on his rock, staring up at the sky. They had a few moments before they had to depart, and already most of the tents had been brought down and packed.
 
Aspen thought the entire time while she nibbled on the apple. It had a crisp taste, one that she enjoyed and it was nice in comparison to her husband who sat next to her. She thought deeply with what the moment offered, knowing that she could slip away into her own thoughts, much like her husband was doing. She tended to like him actually, when he shut his mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him throw apple core, surprised he even cared much about giving back at all. While he talked to her she got could feel her temper flaring and her internal temperature rising. She had half a mind to smack the wink and arrogant smirk off of his face; she had to lay her hands flat on the rock to keep herself from doing so. "Thank you for asking, Lanzarac. Treat me like an equal, not someone who is below you simply because of my gender, someone that you can sexually harass when you get a little displeased over the conversations that we have. Now if you will excuse me." With that she got up and left to check on everything for the departure. She was unaware that with her temper she had left deep black burn marks on the rocks where her palms had been.
 
Lanzarac watched Aspen leave with a smirk. She certainly had a spirit and a temper to match on her. He wondered if she would backtalk to him even when they reached Asova. The joys and pleasures he would get by putting her in her place. He thought of her as spoiled and closeted, a girl with an endless train of servants and suitors to do her every whim. Truthfully, he knew nothing of her mind and past, and that lack of knowledge was like a thorn in his side. She had some sort of regeneration powers which made him feel insecure, as he had virtually no abilities of the supernatural kind. He was a commander, a leader of warriors, and the greatest threat in combat is not knowing what the other side was about. The best generals were also the best deceivers, and so far Aspen was outdoing him in everything. He stood up, his bowl in hand, and strode over to her side of the rock to collect hers. But he paused as he reached out, noticing two black designs where she had been sitting. They consisted of an oval shaped core with five jutting tendrils extending from it, and were conversely symmetrical to the other. It was only then did Lanzarac realize they were handprints. He reached out to run a finger over them and found them warm to the touch. But as he turned to glance at Aspen, an elf stepped to him and asked for the empty dishes, which he gave over wordlessly.

He turned to watch her stride about the camp as if inspecting the progress of the preparation for departure, but all she did was cause the elven warriors to straighten their postures and try to look good in front of their beautiful new Princess. They bowed to her when they crossed her path and stepped lively when coming near her. They silenced their usual backdoor barracks gossip for more appropriate talk and tried to offer their services to her, despite having already packed all her belongings away. He glanced back to the handprints in the rock then back to her, not understanding the connection. But just as an elf, who was also a falconer and had a marvelous specimen perched on his shoulder, was about to demonstrate to Aspen the abilities of the bird, Lanzarac cried out, “Alright then! That’s enough of you men’s lopsided antics! Bungler, sound assembly!” The elf dually responded and raised his small instrument, playing a short tune that caused all the elves to race to their horses, mount, and form up into ordered companies on either side of the carriage. As they did so, Lanzarac strode to the carriage side and opened the door, gesturing to Aspen with a smile that she should get settled.
 
As Aspen walked around the camp she noticed how they looked at her, at their princess. It nearly broke her heart that they thought that way about her, that they had to act this way, she knew it was simply because of the fact that she was married to their commander. She knew he had to be watched her a little, she had back talked him and then just got up and left him sitting on the rocks. She was not a person who took kindly to being put beneath someone and she would never let Lanzarac do that to her. Of course she was still slightly scared of his troops as a whole, but she wanted them to know that she wanted nothing but to help them and be someone they considered a friend. Unlike her husband who had shown her nothing but rudeness and crude behavior, his troops had shown her nothing but kindness so far and she decided to give them a chance before she judged them completely.

Moving around the camp she found some that had small trouble packing everything and she helped. She picked up bowls and carried them to where they should be. She helped them so easily because it was what she was used to, she loved to help people, loved the feeling it gave her when they smiled back. The time spent away from her husband and with his troops was a much more enjoyable one and she found that she might do it more often, even if her husband didn't like it. She moved with grace in her steps and smile on her face as she finished helping to pack up everything and she even waved at the elf who was nice to her the night before when she was alone by the fire, taking pleasure when he waved back. As her husband yelled and then moved to open the door for her to get in, she did, enjoying that his troops probably thought she was a nice woman and the smile stayed on her face when she was settled inside the carriage.
 
Lanzarac saw the triumphant smile on Aspen’s face and his own grew even wider, as if complimenting hers. Yet he only conceived how he would break her down some more. Contrary to what he said earlier, the moment Aspen climbed in and got seated, Lanzarac did the same, closing the door behind him. Sitting silently next to Aspen with the grin still fixed on his face, the snap of a whip and an order was shouted. The carriage lurched forward, and soon they were surrounded by the noise of turning wheels and the constant clip-clop of dozens of hooves. Finally Lanzarac turned to look at Aspen and even grabbed her hand, holding it formally with a gentle grip, “I really must thank you, Aspen. You really do know how to make soldiers smile. It works really good for morale. Nothing encourages them to believe in a commander like the smile of a beautiful wife. I would have thought you a snobby Princess who thinks soldiers smelly and beneath them. Except you can look pretty and say some encouraging words. I shall be using you to great use.”

He looked at her with his own smile, hoping he would have taken the fun out of that for her. And if she did it anyways? All the more better for him. “And hey, you could do more as well. Maybe even cook and serve meals to the soldiers. I see you now, wearing your hair in a bun and a dirty apron over your dress. You smile and pour soup for the soldiers, who all line up just to smile and compliment the beauty of a Princess. Wonderful , isn’t it?” He jested in sarcastic tones, mocking her. Then his grip on her hand became tighter, iron hard, and he pulled her closer to him, so that her face was directly below his. He whispered into her ear, “I know you’ll be serving me my soup as well, among other things. Gods know I need all the help I can get, with all the troubles we have on our border. A smile can do a lot of things so always keep it on your face eh? It does you good.” He released her grasp and lightly pushed her back into an upright position, still smiling.
 
Aspen watched him when he stepped into the carriage with her. She wished he would have went up front like he said he would do; she had honestly had enough of him for one day already. She wished he would have rode up front with the driver, giving her this time to reflect on everything she was leaving behind for a man and a land she didn't know. For a moment all she did was focus on the horses movement, she took comfort in them, knowing that they could move without any real obligations. But her, her body was painfully aware of everything her husband's did and when he grabbed her hand she forced herself to stay calm so it wouldn't warm; she couldn't afford for him to learn about her only upper-hand. While she knew she didn't quite understand it herself but she could call upon it when she needed it and she hoped she wouldn't need it during this ride.

She wanted to jerk her hand away from him, almost inwardly cringing when he pulled her into him, with his hand so tightly on hers. The things he whispered into her ear, the way he implied things made her face blush and as soon as he pushed her back into her upright position she glared at him. "It surprises you doesn't it? The fact that someone of my status could ever possibly be nice to troops, but you know what, I like them. It brings me great pleasure to see someone smile because of what I've done. You wouldn't understand that would you? You seem like the type to take what he wants, use his status when offered the opportunity and to keep himself above everyone. As for my smile, maybe you could try to keep a good looking one on your face, instead of one that speaks of nothing but evil intentions." She spoke without raising her voice but even though when she was done, her hands were becoming warmer and she folded them across her lap, her palms turned downward.
 
Lanzarac laughed at Aspen’s words. Despite how much she tried to be spiteful and impudent back to him, it only increased his humor and joy at bugging her. “And there is nothing wrong with you liking the soldiers. I like them too and I’m happy you do as well. There is no nobler profession than a soldier.” He explained, his voice for once free of scorn and arrogance but actually of one of admiration. “But as for taking what I want and using my status, keeping myself above everyone,” he turned to look at her, arrogant smirk on his features again, “I only do with you. Would you willingly admit to my whims if I didn’t? I don’t think so, and I have so many desires. It’s only naturally to indulge them with a spouse, which in our case is going to be our lifelong companion. And we live such long lives, don’t you agree?” Without warning, his hands suddenly seized upon her, one digging furiously behind her back to reach her opposite end, and dragged her towards his side of the carriage. He pulled her across his lap, cradling her in his arms so that their faces were close together.

“So tell me how that makes you feel, little Princess.” He asked, whispering into her ear as one of his hands went down to her lap and began to pull her dress upwards in clumps. He knew she had no undergarment and soon her legs and lower thighs were exposed. With her arms either pinned or immobilized by how he positioned her, he used one arm to keep her tight against his body while the other rested on her leg. It began to trace up the firm flesh of her leg to her thigh, and soon it was at her pussy. “Tell me Aspen, did you think you could win the admiration of my troops away from me? Do you think if you cried out now, they would gallantly come to your rescue? Go on then, cry for help. Try to threaten me like you did with that knife.” His fingers began to trace the outline of her pussy, occasionally running smoothly down her clit. After a few moments he began to rub the clit in circular motions, massaging the exterior as he leaned her body into his.
 
Aspen listened to him as he spoke, of course he was happy that she liked them after all they were his troops and they would be for hundreds of more years. She did notice the way he spoke more casually, and she was happier about that. It gave her hope that this ride might be better and less strained than their previous one. She wondered honestly if she would be able to keep him as her husband for their lifespan. It was true that it was a long one, but with their chemistry and the way they fought at each other she told herself that at least it would keep things interesting if nothing else. She knew he would say something about everything she did, she expected him too, but what she didn't expect was for him to reach over and grab her so quickly. It made her lightly yelp and her face blushed a little when they were so close and she was in his lap.

His handsomeness always had an effect on her and being so close to it, knowing he was attracted to her, made her feel slightly uncomfortable and her stomach slowly turned. It made her nervous but she would never admit that to him, she tried to keep a straight face one that wouldn't give away anything but when he leaned up into her ear she bit down on her lip. She could feel him exposing her and she was in no position to move him away; her arms were pinned and her hands were against her chest. So she turned to her words instead, barely keeping the tremor of nervousness out of it as his hands traveled up her thigh and covered it in goosebumps. "I wasn't trying to keep them away from you, but it was a nice change from having someone be so cruel and then actually having someone be nice to me." She knew that crying out for help would do her no good, and when he touched her clit she gasped, her body nearly going limp. She hoped he would stop, but she knew better than that once he really started to pleasure her and a moan slipped from her lips next to his ear as he leaned them together.
 
Lanzarac continued smiling as he worked at Aspen’s pussy, now switching over to fingering her slowly and sensually rather than massaging. He saw the instant collapse of stubbornness in her change to pleasure and he laughed, “Do you think I’m cruel now? Tell me stop, go on.” He mocked her, adding another finger to his first and picking up the pace. She was getting wetter and wetter now, producing juice to make the traction less rough and more easier. He listened to her moans and held her even tighter, burying his nose into her shoulder and keeping it there for several moments. He said nothing, but continued to finger her pussy, not slowing down or relenting in any way. The carriage moved swiftly on the road and there was little noise or activity. The voices of the soldiers could be heard faintly, chatting to one another in tones and generally motivated by the wonderful day.

He continued to cuddle her, himself sighing in a way that declared him content to simply remain like this. Lanzarac loved how Aspen squirmed and shifted in pleasure and he continued to finger her, every so often ploughing her rigorously before returning to a steady pace. Now he began to kiss her neck, moving up her cheeks until he came to her ear, “Just wait until I get you in bed,” he said between kisses, “then you’ll have something to complain about.” He nibbled her ear with a smile before returning to his kisses. Abruptly, he stopped fingering her and brought his slick hand to his mouth. In front of her, he sucked the two fingers clean of her juices before returning them back to her pussy, the pleasuring returning without further delay, “You taste as good as ever. Perhaps I should have a taste later. Would you like that? Or maybe you could return the favor.” He continued whispering, mocking her with the possibilities and of her own helplessness.
 
His fingers were driving her crazy, and Aspen could feel her body turn itself over to his expert hands. A part of her brain wondered silently how much he had done this but yet another told her mind to stay blank and just enjoy this. She was to be the last person he did this with and that was enough to satisfy her. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as her hips started to rock over his fingers. She was becoming fond of the things he did to her. It nagged at her how easily she could fall into them but as his nose slowly touched her neck she felt the chill bumps raise on her and another, louder, moan slipped from her mouth. She hoped that the soldiers outside were being too loud to hear anything she was doing. She almost bit her tongue to keep herself quiet but she convinced herself that she was okay, at least for now.

When his fingers switched their pace and would occasionally get faster her hands wanted to touch him back. To wrap themselves around his shirt or his neck and pull himself into her. As badly as she wanted him to leave her alone, that feeling was equally matched with the need to match it and show him what she could do. She didn't think it could get any worse but as he nibbled on her ear a slight low scream came from her. It made her body shiver and when he stopped fingering her, she whimpered and looked at him. Watching him with wide eyes she watched him lick his fingers clean and to her the sight was erotic, so erotic that it made her remember how she tasted on his lips the night before. As soon as his fingers found their way back to her pussy she was lost in the feeling of lust and her head came to his. Her lips collided with his as a moan slipped through, her tongue finding it's way inside with such eagerness that alarmed her.
 
Lanzarac was taken by surprise when Aspen pressed her lips to his. At first he remained motionless, taken completely unaware by the act, but in a moment he was kissing her just as passionately if not more. Their lips collided in a flurry of devouring notions and he pressed her closer to his body. Finally he broke off and looked into her face, a wicked smile across his features, “Looks like the little Princess likes to get naughty. What else can you do with that mouth, beside make lovely music like that? Let it all out, Aspen.” He growled into her ear, intensifying his fingering of her. Lanzarac continued to assault Aspen’s pussy, showing little chance of relenting. Her moans was pleasurable to his ears and only inflamed him to continue. Even if she did orgasm, he would continue to rub and finger her. “That’s right, Princess Aspen,” he whispered into her ear, his grip around his body hard like a bar of iron, “When I get you in a bed, you’ll be finished. You’ll never resist me again. And I have, shall we say, unorthodox ways of putting girls in their place.” He made sure she cummed hard, rubbing her clit savagely before pulling away and finally releasing her.

He give his fingers a quick suck in his mouths, before grabbing her chin and pointing her face towards him. He kissed her fiercely, moving his tongue into her mouth before she could react, exploring her mouth. After a quick moment, he withdrew and looked at her face, smiling. Then he gave her cheek a pinch before sitting back and looking quite pleased with himself. “I like you, Princess. You don’t complain. You know what’s good for you. Let me know when you would like round two to start.” Lanzarac winked at her before staring straight, crossing a leg over the other and humming to himself as if nothing had happened between them.
 
Aspen's body was so overly active while he touched her that she knew she was like putty in his hands. It was like heaven and that man who gave it to her looked like a god. She only wished he would act like one. His tongue knew what it was doing as it slid and did a dance with hers and she eagerly gave it back to him. As he got faster her thighs began to twitch and they tried to clamp down around his hand, his hips preventing it. Her head was buried into his neck to keep from becoming so loud and she felt the pressure start out at her legs like it had the night before. She let it hit her and she nearly screamed out at how pleasurable it felt.

After they had kissed and she moved back away from him she noticed that her hands had returned to a normal temperature. She wondered if her abilities had anything to do with having a orgasm. The same had happened the night before and it made her wonder. Slowly she reached up and touched her cheek where he had pinched her and her mind went from the heat to thinking about the bed. Would she still have screaming pleasure when they actually had such an intimate act? She could feel her pussy aching and she knew this was to be their marriage, this fire and ice, but right now there was only fire and nothing could extinguish it. Feeling slightly mischievous she looked at him and smiled a cheeky grin before moving back on top of him like she was the first time.

She moved his legs until they were uncrossed and she moved her way to straddle him. She knew she might regret it later, but at that moment the only thing that mattered what was happening at that moment and she let the moment engulf her. Aspen started by kissing his mouth lightly and then moving to his jaw. She was careful to keep her hands a normal temperature as her mouth finally found his throat. The stubble there was an erotic sight and she lightly bit it, feeling his pulse begin to race underneath it. With one hand she slid it down his chest before finding the opening of his pants. She had never done it before but she went with what her instinct told her to do. Carefully she pulled his cock out and wrapped her hand around his length. It amazed her how large it was and how velvety soft it was as her hand moved up to massage the tip, enjoying the throb she felt coming from it.
 
Lanzarac was caught up in his own thoughts when he felt the strange sensation of being watched come over him. He glanced over to Aspen and saw a smile on her face, unlike any he had seen before. In fact, he had barely seen her smile at all. “What the hell-“ he was about to inquire, but her sudden movement towards him caused him to stop mid-sentence. Her hands were on his legs, uncrossing and moving them apart. What the hell was she doing? He was too surprised at the act to even question her, merely watching with curious eyes as to what she will do. Was this some sort of trick or stratagem to put him off guard? Finding her knife really made him slightly paranoid towards any suspicious act she might commit and he felt his body jerking involuntarily every time as if he was expecting something different. But he was saved from the more darker side of his thoughts with her next move. She was cradled in his lap like much before and soon her lips were pressed against his.

It was a welcoming kiss, eagerly desired by both sides and their lips moved in a flurry of dances as each sought to outdo the other. But Aspen broke away first, his lips left hungry for more as she proceeded to kiss down his neck. “What...” he started to say but was cut off again by another unexpected movement of hers. Her hand slid down his body and to his trousers, quickly unwrapping the straps in front and finding its way down into the nether regions below. She found his cock, her hand warm to the touch, and brought it out, massaging and stroking its length. Where did she learn all of this and what motivated her to act now? He inhaled sharply from her motions and even let out a “Oh Gods...” quietly as she massaged his tip and kissed her neck. He quickly brought a hand under her chin and lifted her mouth back to his, kissing her back just as lustfully as she had done to his. After a moment he broke off and looked into her eyes, expressionless, “We cannot copulate here. It’s not proper in my culture. So unless you know any other tricks, we’re at a standstill here.” Don’t make me have to stop you because it’ll be the hardest thing I ever have to do He left unsaid in his mind. It would take all of his willpower to keep that superstition away from their marriage and he hoped she would understand.
 
Aspen liked how he reacted to her, liked the way his breath caught in it's throat and the way he whispered things underneath his breath. Maybe this was why he did it to her so often, because he liked to hear her. She really wasn't sure what came over her but as soon as the oh gods left his mouth she knew she didn't want to stop until she brought him to the peak like he had her. The eager way he kissed her made up her mind for her. Was it always like this for him, always wanting to bring about a strong reaction from the woman he was pleasuring. Since it was just going to be her for the rest of their lengthy lives she wanted to make sure that he knew what he could get from her when he wasn't being as big of an ass.

She had heard stories of the things women could do to men with their mouths, one of the benefits of being a king's daughter. When he kissed her she could feel how he felt and she loved the feeling of being in control of him for once, but when he broke it off she listened to him. She almost smiled because he thought that having sex with him was the only way she could bring pleasure to him, she told herself then that she would prove him wrong.

Using any and everything she had heard about pleasuring a man with her mouth she traveled down his body. Her hand was still on his tip massaging in slow tantalizing circles as she lightly bit down his chest, using her other hand to open his shirt so she could actually bite the skin. She didn't do it hard and her tongue followed the dips and valleys of his muscles until she got to his cock. She knew he would be expecting her to go straight for it but she wanted to tease him, like he had done to her the night before. She placed feather light kisses on the shaft and went even lower to do the same with his balls. Moving her hand away she pulled his trousers down to his ankles so she had more access. Slowly she used to tip of her tongue and moved from his balls to the tip of his cock. Her hands didn't even touch his cock now, he was so horny that it stood straight up on his own. She liked teasing him with only the tip of her tongue, knowing that he wanted her to put him in her mouth.
She put her hands on his wrists that sat next to his hips and wrapped them around them so they would stay where they were.
 
Lanzarac gasped with pleasure as Aspen began to work her way down his body. She opened his shirt, kissing a route between the small clefts of his muscles while her hands worked his cock. She even bit his skin softly in an exotic way, inflaming his senses even more. The way she was massaging and rotating the head of his cock in her hand was simply majestic. He didn’t expect her to be experienced like this. What happened to the virgin Princess previously? But he couldn’t think any more thoughts, the pleasure was simply too much for him. Her kissing reached his cock and contrary to his belief, she didn’t go down on it immediately. Her exploratory kissing continued, now more sensational than ever. She went over the head of his cock and down the shaft before reaching his balls, which really caused a reaction in him. His knees jerked and moved with her actions but she spared him the foreign feeling, for Aspen was back at his cock.

In one swift action she pulled his trousers all the way down to his ankles and exposed his bare legs. His cock was firm and upright before her face as she crouched before him. The sight seemed the most divine thing he had ever seen. Her hands quickly returned but rather than grab his cock, she grabbed his hands, holding him around the waist like cuffs. He didn’t mind though he would rather entangle his fingers among hers, but it did occur to him that perhaps this was her way of returning the forced cuffing she had to endure the day before. He smiled down at her as she licked the tip of his cock, “Go on then Princess, show me what you can do. I’ll definitely return the favor tonight, I can assure you.” He leaned in closer and kissed the top of her forehead, “This will be a common position for you, I can assure that as well.” He whispered after, smirking as he sat back.
 
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