A Hero's Return ((Methos&Crystalfox))

[Crystalfox]

How long had it been? Almost three years she figured since her brother went off to battle for his kingdom. Or had it been less? One day seemed to blend in to the next without him around keeping her company and cheering her up. Fidgeting with the hem of her gown she stood with her mother and father. The King and Queen of this kingdom coming to welcome him home from a battle well fought.

Every since they were children Nadia had worshiped the ground her older brother walked on. Everything he did she tried to do, where he went like a pale shadow she followed. Even now as a woman at the age of 17 she still had that hopeless desire to please him and be around him as much as she was able, especially since he'd been gone for so long. Her ash blonde hair was pulled up and back in a high bun framing her delicately high cheekbones and softly tanned skin.

"Mother is he going to be here soon?" she question to the older version of herself standing beside her in a deep green gown that hugged her curves and displayed her cleavage which there was much more of then her daughter's blossoming curves. "Hush Nadia he's been escorted as we speak, now stop acting like a child and remain still." the older woman's tone was enough to make her remain still.

It was at this time she heard the trumpets the sound filled the grand hall just as the doors opened and a huge smile broke out on her face. Forgetting that she was suppose to remain where she was she ran foreword and jumped into her brother's arms embracing him as though her life depended on it much to the other noble's horror. "I've missed you big brother." she murmured shooting glares at the women who stepped foreword prepared to great him and perhaps start a courtship. Though of course he didn't see his baby sister's jealousy.

Releasing him she stepped back smoothing out the dark blue dress she wore and flushing delicately. "If you'll all excuse me." bowing her head she scrambled back to her parents ignoring the scolding looks she received from both of them.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume finally found himself returning to his home after years off campaigning on behalf of his father. He’d lead the kingdom’s armies to great victories, having repelled the invaders and conquered new lands and expanded their borders before peace was finally at hand. Soldiers and bards alike claimed that over three years the number of men he’d slain personally was well over five hundred. Praise for his skill as a general and a warrior rapidly became so exaggerated that one would expect him to stand ten feet tall and ride upon a horse whose hooves echoed like thunder.

While he wasn’t quite a war god made flesh as the bards proclaimed, he did cut a rather fine figure. Dark brown hair was cut short and framed strong, angular features which were tanned a golden brown from hours in the saddle. Dark eyes matched his hair. An easy smile and an aristocratic bearing gave him a certain charisma. He was a tall man standing about six feet and an inch in height. He was broad at the shoulders and constant activity, sword play and tramping around in armour had left his body as solid as though it had been worked in iron. Hence his muscular form bore the plate mail upon it rather easily. A the moment it was gilded with gold, a gift he’d received that left his appearing rather regal.

Guillaume had found himself cheered by the city dwellers be they merchants, craftspeople or peasants who swelled the streets from the fields beyond. He’d ridden into the city at the head of his army, at least that portion which had not been left to garrison their newly acquired territories. He’d waved to the people and silver pennies had been tossed out to the various well wisher, as he spent a small fraction of the wealth he’d acquired over the past several years to endear himself to his people.

He’d not changed before honour guard came to escort him to the castle and court where his parents and the kingdom’s nobility would await him. They all wished to greet a war hero so he elected to look the part and in full armor he made his way to the castle and through the doors to the great hall where the court was formally gathered. He’d scarcely had time to offer his greetings to his parents when a horde of females had began to descend upon him.

A rather surprised expression would flit across his features as it proved to be his sister whom had dashed ahead of the other and leap into his arms. A laugh would escape his lips as he smiled to her rather indulgently. He’d kiss her gently on the cheek and thereafter he hugged her before remarking “I’ve miss you too my dear sister.” He smiled to her as he regarded her and noted “My you’ve grown up while I’ve been busy fighting haven’t you?”

As his sister scrambled back to rather sharp words, he bowed to his parents and greeted them once more. Praise of his exploits ensued not to mention his being welcomed back to the city. A feast was of course planned the following day, for upon this particular eve he was to be allowed to rest having traveled far to arrive there. He’d bow rather formally and thereafter the court was dismissed.

At that point he was engulfed in a swarm of well wishers. Many of the lords wished to congratulate him personally, thus he shook dozens of hands, while every eligible noblewoman from the four corners of the kingdom seemed to wish to fawn over him and a few proved rather brazen in their offers to him. He simply grinned through it all and offered polite responses as was warranted before he managed to finally exit the room and head down the hallway towards his chambers.

 

[Crystalfox]

It made the young princess twitch at the way the other women fawned over him. Some shy enough to just thank him for winning the battle others offering invitations to their homes. Waves of jealousy that no sister should have made if very hard to enjoy herself amongst the suitors that were trying for her attentions as they had been since her 16th birthday.

Still she indulged them pleasing her father as she accepted their kind words and gestures, playing the part that she was supposed to though her heart truly wasn't in it. When courts was dismissed she smiled and gathered the full skirt in her hand following after her brother just as she used to when she was a child.

It was only when they were alone in the hallways she sped up coming to walk beside him a smile in place on her delicate features. "I hardly got to talk to you tonight Guillaume." she said politely. "Mother and father told me to let the other women have their chance before I joined. How was the ride home? I hope it wasn't too troublesome."

Even being several inches short then him she kept up his long legged stride quiet easily. The years had been good to him even fighting on the battlefield like he was. Nadia always considered him attractive before, but now with the muscle from battling and that look in his eyes the experience. Still he had the same smile she used to try to catch when she did something good. The one that lightened her heart so much.

She kept speaking to him asking him questions until he arrived at his quarters in which she sputtered to a stop and looked at him with an embarrassed expression. "It seems I've been unable to slow my tongue as mother and father assumed. I am sorry big brother; I'll leave you to rest. Perhaps we visit one another tomorrow before the feast?" hugging him tightly she headed towards her own room to prepare for bed.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume found his young sister dashing after him to catch him in the hallway. He chuckled softly as he smiled to her as he remarked “Nadia, it is a pleasure to see you again.” He rather teasingly would remark “Ah so it was the horde of women who descending upon me that held you back eh? And here I thought it was the crowd of young men who’d surrounded my little sister all viaing for her attention that had preoccupied you.”

He grinned to her as he noted “Ah the ride home was just fine. It went quicker than you’d think, or at least it seemed that way. Perhaps because its far more pleasant to be riding home with the battles behind you rather than ahead of you. I have been looking forward to seeing you and our parents of course as well. I know all my men are happy to be home as well, to see their families.”

Guillaume grinned to her and noted “Slow your tongue? Has that become possible? I can remember ever since we were young how you’d love nothing more than to follow in my wake and chatter to me no matter what I was doing.” His strong arms slipped around her to return her embrace, and she’d feel his limbs slipping tightly around her.

“But I’ve missed talking to you Nadia, so its pleasant to have you there singing like a bird once more.” He grinned “Of course, find me before the feast and ask whatever you’d wish to know. Although you’d likely best do so before every other woman close to your age gets anywhere near me. I am apparently a hero now, and evidently seen to be sorely lacking in a wife which apparently should be remedied immediately from the manner in which they all volunteer themselves. Gods some of them don’t even want that but would have been beneath me as readily as my horse if I but breathed the word to them.” He shook his head slightly as he noted “It’s a strange thing Nadia.”

He smiled to her as he noted ‘But I shall talk to you tomorrow before the feast then. Sleep well sister.” With that said he’d waited for her to depart and then entered his chambers. His armor was stripped away and then he’d slide into his bed. Sleep descending upon him after a long journey home it was most welcome sleep.

 

[Crystalfox]

Her anger was kept in check, closely in check as she walked away. All those women....jealousy hazed her young mind. None of those women deserved her brother, none. They were all too petty, they didn't want him. The wanted his status, even the ones who were ready to sleep with him. They did it on the off chance they'd become pregnant and thus holding his first heir held his heart as well even if it was unwilling. Hell some of them probably made extra sure there was no way they couldn't get pregnant if he were to have taken them to his bed that night.

Sighing she walked into her room and stood with her arms outstretched as her maids quickly stripped her and dressed her lovely frame in a night gown. Walking to her bed she slipped in and fell quickly asleep an idea forming in her unconscious mind. She deserved her brother more then those other women, so why not make it a reality?

The following day the castle was quite literarily pulsing with hurry, maids rushing to and fro, cooks running from pot to pot. No one noticed the princess as she slipped into the dancer's chambers and stole a spare outfit. She could dance like them so why not pretend to be one? No one would notice her absence they're all too focused on her brother. Slipping it to the back of her closet she slipped in bed and did and excellent impression of being quite ill.

"Poor dear won't be able to attend the feast." the maids said as the walked the halls. "The doctor can't come until tomorrow because of the amount of people arriving. She was looking so foreword to it too." shaking their heads they headed down into the kitchens muttering to one another. Passing by the prince at one point to alert him to the fact his sister was sick.

Nadia sighed softly as she watched the clock hands move so slowly. Perhaps this had been a bad idea? After all who was to say her brother would take one of the dancers? It could be some other noble and then her plan would be ruined. Over in the corner her feast dress was draped over a dummy all pastel colors. Frowning she glared at it, she wasn't a child, she no longer needed to wear such unremarkable colors.

Eventually she fell into a doze until the clock struck the correct time that the feast was to begin. Jerking awake she scampered out of her bed and went into her closet. After fumbling with it for several moments she was no dressed in a rich purple with dark blue accents. The top hugged close to her blossoming breasts making them seem larger, fuller. Her bare midriff remained exposed and her hips were draped in thin gold trains that kept the two panels of cloth close to her body. Pulling her hair up she tied the veil hiding everything but her eyes from view. Next came the tiny underclothes that covered her decency and a few scant pieces of jewelry one on her ankle, the others on her wrist and opposite forearm.

Nadia took a final glance in the mirror amazed how different she looked before using the serving entrance to get to the hall with the rest of the women. As expected no one noticed the new edition and as the bell rang she followed after them. Falling into the elegantly seductive dance with the rest, the music caressed her, making her lose herself and forget her idea for a moment. Also as expected not even her father who followed her with a greedy look in his eyes knew who she was. As disgusting as that was....at least in her opinion.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume had heard that his sister wouldn’t be able to attend the feast as evidently she wasn’t feeling well. Thus he wasn’t terribly surprised when she didn’t seek him out before the feast as they had planned the day before. Although he was naturally disappointed not to have had the chance to see how his little sister was doing. He’d gone to her room but the servants had shooed him away indicating that she was sleeping and he should let her recover. Thus he simply left a hastily penned and sealed message with one of her maids that he hoped she felt better and he’d see her soon.

Thus he wiled away the rest of his day. Rather stealthily he’d managed to slip away from all his well wishers to find his way to the training yard and there simply concentrated on his sword work for several hours. He utilized some the training dummies as well as several guardsmen he drafted into sparring partners. Thus he occupied himself in rather simple physical exertion, moving through the back and forth of cuts and parries. His brawny form straining as he kept his sword continuously in motion as he elected to spar with both of the guards at once. That handicap made it a challenge although given time he disarmed them both.

A rather luxurious bath followed and then he donned a crimson hued shirt and a black coat and tight fitting britches of the same colour. Fine leather boots were pulled on as well and his sword was belted to his waist. As the occasion was rather formal a silver circlet rested upon his brow as was appropriate for the crown prince. He’d been promised rather lavish entertainment and the finest culinary delights the palace’s chefs could provide, so he was looking forward to seeing the exact nature of the spectacle planned. Although he wasn’t terribly sure he’d enjoy being the focus of everyone’s attention.

The food itself was delightful as course after course of delicacies were set before him. Some he merely tasted and other he claimed a larger portion. He couldn’t fault his father for stinting on the wine, as the finest the royal cellars held was running over his cup tonight. Nor did the serving girls seem to let him take a sip but for buzzing around him and refilling his glass. Nor was he unaware of the manner in which they leaned against and brushed themselves to him whenever they refilled his glass.

Bards proved the earliest entertainment. Although they all strived to out do each other in lavishing praise upon and exaggerating the extent of his deeds to the point where he was slightly astonished by the fact he still felt quite mortal and had yet to move mountains merely with the act of furrowing his brow. Although he didn’t protest, he simply listened and parts of what they spoke of slightly resembled things that had happened on the campaign. The rest he supposed was poetic license.

He drank rather steadily and soon found himself listening to a rather pretty girl singing while playing a harp as large as she. A rather pleasant sight and a fetching voice as well. But as eye candy went she was really only an opening act for what followed, for afterwards a troop of dancing girls was summoned forth.

If the king was clearly fascinated, the prince was entirely so. Those purple and blue costumes which seemed to cling to every curve and the rather provocative motions of their body, with that sensual grind of their hips, the thrust of their chest and the sway of their bodies had his rather rapt attention. He seemed rather particularly captivated by a blonde haired dancer whom if he didn’t know better seemed to always make each suggestive motion in his direction.

Of course the benefit of being prince was that when he saw something he wanted …he got it. With wine causing lust to flare easily, he called over the castle steward and rather firmly indicated he wanted that blonde haired dancing girl sent to him later that night and to pay her whatever she wanted. The rest of the evening would pass by rather quickly as the King offered a toast to him and thereafter, he spoke briefly thanking his soldiers, the gods and everyone for being here with him tonight. He launched into a few brief remarks about the last three years of war. Afterwards it all descended into more glad handing and various women propositioning him. However, his mind seemed rather fixed on what he craved that particular eve.

Thus once liberated from his adoring publicly and slightly intoxicated he made his way to his chambers. Naturally as he lounged in a chair there he awaited his entertainment.

 

[Crystalfox]

Not used to dancing for hours on end Nadia had been allowed to leave the chamber before the king around the time the Prince had departed. Taking a deep drink of the wine that was offered she leaned against a pillar her blonde hair falling free of the complex bun that it'd been in all evening.

"You did well." a female voice said, it belonged to the head dancer who smiled softly. "I didn't know we had a newcomer or I would've made sure you were off in the back. I heard the prince asking for you to meet him in his chambers for a private show. Being as lovely as you are it's understandable, I do hope that you know how to perform in the bedroom...." and she walked away hips swaying.

Perform in the bedroom? The brunette had just insinuated that her brother wanted to sleep with her. Of course that was nonsense, her probably wanted to see more of her dancing, though she couldn't ignore the flutter of heat at the idea of bedding him, no matter how wrong it happened to be. She had after all been teasing him all evening. Quite well to from what she'd been able to judge by his expression throughout the night.

Sure enough she was stopped by the Steward who told her of the prince's request and offered to pay her for her time. Afraid of how suspicious it would be if she denied payment they discussed a modest fee before she was led off to his bedroom. "Remember stay only as long as he desires and be sure to do as he says, he is the prince after all." Nadia nodded slightly and entered the room after being announced nerves stirring in her stomach.

For all intents and purposes she was still a virgin though a fall off a horse two years prior had taking the pain of losing her hymn out of the equation. Still she wasn't skilled like the head dancer seemed to be and was worried about disappointing him more then him finding out who she was.

"Good evening your highness." she said keeping her voice disguised best as she was able, curtseying she stood. "What do you desire tonight?" wasn't that what she'd heard the other dancer murmuring when they were lead away by various nobles. "Shall I dance for you?"

 

[Methos]

The prince could hardly have been expected to recognize his sister, after all the king hadn’t done so and he hadn’t been absent for the last three years. But he hardly expected his kin to appear as a dancing girl at a feast welcoming him home, and with a veil to obscure her face it was natural to think it simply some other rather attractive blonde woman.

In any case she’d find him lounging rather casually in chair within his chambers. His eyes turned to her and scrutinized her rather boldly as she entered. They lingered upon her form in a manner that suggested that the head dancer’s implications as to his intentions were likely far closer to the truth than she’d cared to contemplate. His eyes seemed to trail over every curve of her form, as though weighing and measuring her and committing her charms to memory. “And a good evening to you as well.”

Curiously he asked “What’s your name?” Although the question was followed by a statement “I rather thought you’d been dancing for me all evening..” He grinned slightly as he noted “Or was it some strange coincidence that every little teasing twist and thrust of your form happened to be in my direction?”

His hand raised and beckoned her towards him. “But yes dance for me. But come closer, I want to feel your body brush against me as you tease me.” A grin graced his lips “And then I rather think I shall want more than to be teased.” Rather generously he stated “If I’m pleased with you I’ll double whatever the Steward agreed to pay you.”

Evidently the prince expected a far more intimate display of her skill and then to sate the lusts she’d managed to stir up. But it would have been naïve to expect anything less when asked to his chambers. His eyes gazed at her and clearly displayed lust and desire when his eyes fell upon her. And if she glanced towards his trousers the evidence of his desires there was rather readily viewable as well. Her brother clearly unknowingly intended to bed her.

 

[Crystalfox]

So, the other woman had been right? Well of course she had been, after all when asked to anyone's private chamber bed play was certainly in the equation. Nadia had simply been fooling herself, thinking that he just wanted her to dance. The expectation made her stomach flutter and she swallowed delicately. How hard could it be?

Though dread rose up when he asked her name as she struggled to think of something. "Amanda." was what she finally settled on. "My name is Amanda your highness and I do confess I have been teasing you throughout the night. The expression on your face was too tempting." ducking her head she had the dignity to smile gently.

Walking towards him she undid the scarf around her waist intent on using it has an extension of her body. The length of cloth fell almost to the floor from her hand and she grinned in a way that could only be described as seductive. Even through the scarf that obscured her features. Slowly her eyes danced along his form pausing when she realized he was aroused. Had she done that? A sense of pride welled up before she squashed it and started a slow dance that had her hip brushing against him almost constantly.

Using the scarf as an extension of her arm if brushed across his face, chest, and arms on every turn. Even trailing down to his lap when her body arched foreword and pulled away in a gentle swaying motion. Once more she lost herself in the dance her eyes closed only opening to notice the growing desire in her brother's eyes.

Spinning behind him the scarf danced across his skin her hands replacing the cloths as she ran them delicately along his chest. Soft musical laughter filled the chamber when she pulled away again no longer the shy princess, but a confident woman who seemed to know what exactly to do to torture her brother the most. Except this time it was sexual, not simply sibling torture.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume chuckled softly as she indicated that she had been teasing him all night. “Well Amanda you have a while longer yet to tease me.” His hand reached towards her, his fingers trailing along her side before his calloused fingers would slip to press into the curve of her ass. “But you cannot just tease a prince.” He stated pleasant tone as he idly noted “I’m sure you’ll enjoy bringing me the satisfaction I crave just as much as making me crave it.”

There was something about this Amanda when he saw her up close that seemed rather familiar to him. Although with his mind still somewhat foggy from wine and his eyes fascinated by the movement of her hips, he could not place it. Like as not seeing one pretty girl reminded him of another, and he decided not to devote precious time to trying to puzzle out who she reminded him of. The feel of her hips brushing against him as she began to dance provided an all too ready distraction.

The press of her body against him and the flash and teasing touch of her scarf held his interest rather raptly. Each gyration of her hips and the feel of her scarf and soon enough her hands sliding over him only seemed to stir desire within him. His want for her pent up as he watched her and felt her body against him. He heard her soft laughter as her hands brushed against him and knew all too well that his lust was being rather deliberately provoked.

His prick was rigid and his eyes clearly were written with desire. As he watched her form sway around him and so temptingly near to him he could restrain himself no longer. His arms would slip about her waist, pulling her upon his lap. His fingers would rather greedily press into the shapely form of her ass. Covetously they’d fondle and grope that swell of flesh as her lithe form was pulled to him. His mouth pressed to her neck, kissing her towards the edge of that scarf which obscured her features.

His voice would demand “Dance closer for me.” As his hips pressed in against her, she’d feel his manhood rub against her as it would brush against her thighs and the softness of her sex. Its hard form pressing too her soft body through the barrier of his breeches. There could be no doubt at that point that he desired her and fully intended to have her. The closer she got the closer things moved to shifting from tease to more amorous affairs.

 

[Crystalfox]

Nadia praised the color of the scarves that hid her face when he pulled her so close. The princess felt her cheeks hit up in a mixture of inexperience and plain need. His kisses felt like fire against her bare neck, though she was all too aware of the danger.

"I have one request my prince." she muttered softly rolling her hips so he brushed across her core. "Allow me to wear my veils, think of it as....a challenge. I want to see how aroused you can make me without touching these lips." smirking she pressed her fingers against her veil covered mouth.

As much as she wanted to feel his lips on her as his hands ran along her curves, it was too dangerous. What they were doing was frowned upon, and she had no desire to come across as trying to betray her brother. She knew though, that this feeling was more then just that of what siblings should share, at least for her.

Gyrating her hips against him softly her hands came to rest around his neck toying with the small hairs. Every movement sent a shock of arousal through her system, the heat racing up her spine, setting her nerves afire. One particularly sharp movement had her straddling him teasing them both with the gentle brushes.

At this point she was unsure of what exactly to do, should she touch him. Perhaps remove her top, or would he prefer to do that. Rather then risk it her hands slid from around his neck to his chest her nails pressing against the cloth gently. The long elegant fingers paused at the hem line of his breeches tugging at the ties persistently. Already her inexperienced body was moistening at the thought of the pleasure they were about to share.

“What does his highness desire?” she said her veiled lips pressing against his ear. Her voice had grown soft with lust holding an undercurrent that she hoped convinced him she knew what she was doing. She’d heard the dancers speak, the harem as well. Their voice held confidence and pride in their skills. Nadia lacked both, she just hoped her brother couldn’t tell.

 

[Methos]

The Prince’s mouth had pressed to her neck rather hungrily. His mouth pressed to soft flesh and felt that silken skin beneath it. He craved every inch of her body and he meant to have it all in short order. Lust, copious amounts of wine and the veil all conspired to prevent recognition from flaring in his eyes and seeing through the veil to recognize his sister.

Her request to keep her veil on struck him as rather odd. Most women would have happily bared her features to display to him. Although he seemed to think little of it, perhaps she was married or some noblewoman who’d decided to sneak in amongst the dancing girls. It mattered little to him what interested him was that she was there at that particular moment.

Guillaume’s hands sought to pull that opaque top that hugged against her curves upwards to bare her upper body. His fingers sought out those ample mounds of her bosom. Once her top was pulled free his fingers would tighten around her bosom and dig into that luscious flesh. His head would lean in towards it in turn, letting his lips heatedly press to the curve of her breast and tease along her nipple.

Their bodies continued to move together. The rock of their hips pressed the more intimate portions of their forms together. She would feel the swollen form of his member, rock hard and protruding against his pants it rubbed constantly against the soft form of her silk. Through her clothing and his own, he pressed to her, letting her feel the pressure and presence of his cock. He let her feel exactly what was to soon be inside of her.

He felt her toy with the laces of his britches and soon they’d come undone. His pants would slide down thereafter, and his cock would thrust out towards her. Its blood engorged form thrust towards her, its hue ruddy and his arousal unquestionable. Its form brushed against the hand that had freed it.

“What do I desire…” He repeated “You.” He stated rather firmly and his hand would slide down to the curve of her ass. His hand sought to grope her rather lustily and then grab hold of the cloth fabric that covered her lower body. He’d seek to undo the golden trains rather swiftly and pull it downwards to bare her lower body. His eyes shined with lust as he looked upon her.

“If you do not wish me to see your face, then bend over for me and I shall have you like an animal.” He breathed as he murmured “For you arouse such want in me that I am akin to one.” Perhaps conveniently as she was unsure what to do in his passion he helpfully described exactly what he wanted “Crush that rounded ass of yours up against me and let me feel you rock those hips against me, that you’ve been teasing me with all night..”

 

[Crystalfox]

She bit her lip beneath the veil as her full breasts were exposed an teased so expertly. It made her arch her back against those greedy fingers and mouth wishing for more as arousal coiled tightly in her core, preparing her inexperianced body for him. Even now no second thoughts crossed her mind, they had all faded into a haze of nothing. This was what they both wanted, she was certain. Even if her brother would never admit it.

Gently her hand wrapped around his heated flesh giving it a lazy stroke as he pressed against her. Just as quickly though it was removed so that she could assit him in the removal of the lower half of the costume she wore. Quickly she undid the ties on the undergamet the small square of cloth fluttering to the floor along with the panels of cloth pooling at her bare feet.

Shuttering as the cool air caressed her heated center a soft sound escaped her throat barely audible at all. Moisture already glistened on her pussy lips from expectation alone, and her bodies desire to make it less painful when he streatched her. Reaching up she pulled the top completly off leaving her bare except for the veil. Soft cuves, and a flat stomach greeted him followed by her long legs, something no one ever noticed when she wore the expensive ball gowns.

Turing delicatly still straddling him her pert ass pressed against his throbbing flesh. If this was what he so desired then she would give it to him, he was after all the future king. Softly she began to roll her hips griding against him in quick movement her breathing growing heavier as flashes of pleasure continued to coil in her body. "Whatever his majesty wants." she said breathlessly her hair falling around her shoulders hiding even her profile from view.

Once more Nadia found herself lost in the feelings that her virgin body had never experiance. He was so close to her moist mound that she could feel the heat radiating from his pulsing cock. It made her inner walls flutter in a way that was unfamiler but felt so wonderful, she didn't want it to stop.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume’s eyes would linger on that sensual form as her body was exposed to his eyes. He’d gaze upon that ample bosom as she arched to press it towards him. Lust flared in his eyes as soon the remainder of her body was presented, and his eyes strayed eagerly over the smooth form of her stomach and the slender form of her legs. He felt the jerking stroke of her cock, and his member was hard and tick to the touch. The feel of sight of her body sent blood racing to cause his prick to swell and throb.

The prince’s hand strayed along her side. It pressed to her hips and slipped upwards as strong fingers would trace along her form. His hand soon was at her chest as she turned to face away from him. He felt her beginning to roll her hips against him and a soft groan parted his lips as she rocked against the stiffened form of his cock. His head leaned in towards her, his mouth pressing to her neck. He’d kiss that graceful arch, and let his mouth stray up and down along its length. He’d nip at her flesh as he did so.

His mouth pressed to her ear and she’d feel the stroke of his tongue against it. His breath was rather heated as he murmured “God Amanda…you are fit for a king.” His hand grasped one rounded bosom, his fingers squeezing it and digging into her flesh. His thumb strayed to stroke along it. He flicked that sensitive numb and let his digit roll around it, the steady stroke of his thumb seeking to stimulate and harden that nexus of nerves.

His other hand strayed further down her body. His fingers would slip to either side of her soft slit, high along it by her clit. His thumb would press to one side of it, and his fingers to the other. His fingers gently began to press those lips over atop the thumb, letting them press between his fingers as he felt her already damp from the anticipation of their coupling. He touched her and sought to heighten her desire as he felt her body pressing down against him.

Guillaume felt her hips grind against him. The sweet swell of her ass rocked against his cock and made that hardened cock ache as she pressed against him. Every sweet undulation of her hips fired him with desire. His mouth pressed hotly to her neck. His hand drifted down to her waist and his mouth would breath “Don’t stop” to her. His hand would press her upwards slightly as his own hips rose and the thickened form of his cock would move to press to her sex.

His own hips would rock upwards to press himself inside of her. The thick tip of his cock parted those damp lips and plunging into her soft folds. The throbbing form of his cock slid deeply inside of her. It glided through her slick folds to fill her rather snugly with its ample presence, straining that virginal passage as it would seek to accommodate him. His hips arched up towards her, pressing himself into her as his mouth pressed to her ear as he murmured “Keep doing what you were doing.”

 

[Crystalfox]

You'd be surprised how well she thought given that she was supposed to marry a king within the next few years. However her thought process was hazy and unfocused as her back arched against the hand teasing her breasts her peaks hardening against his finger.

Gasping as waves of pleasure assult her form she managed to keep herself from pulling away as his finger teased her damp folds, making part of her throb in need. Moisture greedily coated the digit as she released another soft sound of pleasure her hips continuing thier slow rocking movement against his throbbing flesh.

Too lost to care the only moment that made her freeze was when his cock gently eased into the virginally tight channel. Inner Muscles strained around him with a gently fluttering motion making her bite her lip to stiffle the small sound of pain as her muscles objected to be streatched in such a fashion.

She needed no further orders as she continue to move her hips as the pain gradually started to fade. Instead a burning presence in her thighs became knowing, not used to be worked out in such a fashion. Gritting her teeth she ignored it favoring for soft words of praise. "Oh highness, you're so large." she gasped out delicatly her voice tremoring in pleasure.

She need to play this part well if she wished to continue fooling him. Though a part of her longed to rip of the veil and show him it was his sister's body that was bringing him such pleasre not some dancer. Though the cautious part of Nadia's mine warned her that he would probably be disgusted with her if he knew.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume heard the dancer gasp as his fingers touched upon her folds. The tips of his fingers would continue to slip along her stroking rather vigorously as his body responded to the enticing rock of her hips. His own form was pressing upwards now. His hips rose to thrust his cock inside of her, meeting the roll of her hips. Thus their bodies would begin to move in concert as he sought to press that throbbing member fully within her. He delighted in the feel of her body pressed against him, and his lips parted with the sound of his approval.

The prince yet hadn’t the faintest idea that rather than some lithe dancing girl that had struck his fancy, that it was rather his sister that coupled with him. His lips pressed to her ear as he murmured “Your so tight..” in an approving tone. That soft channel wrapped around him and straining as it was forced to accommodate the presence of his swollen member. Ignorant though he was, she would surely know that with each throb of his cock within her she grew closer to having her brother’s seed erupt within her.

If she worried that guilt and disgust would be his reaction should he know the truth of what currently transpired, at the moment only pleasure and delight seemed to be written upon his features. One hand had slipped between her legs to let his fingers rather constantly strum against the sensitive form of her clit. His fingers firmly stroked against it in a steady motion. While the other encircled one sweet mound of her bosom. His fingers tightened upon and grasped it, squeezing and fondling eagerly

His hips churned rather steadily. A rather constant rise to let his body meet her own, he pressed to the soft swell of her ass. That curve enticed him as it was crushed against him, and his member lanced inside those soft dripping folds. Desire and lust fired within him, as he felt his prick enveloped. The seductive undulation of her hips sent his blood racing and made his cock ache. His mouth pressed rather heatedly to her neck and then lingered at her ear. “You won’t leave till the morning..once will not be enough.” Of course what a crown prince wanted, a crown prince got. Even where it likely to pose problems for those in disguise.

 

[Crystalfox]

Unfamiler heat was beginning to pool in her lower stomach, every thurst, every movement of his cock inside her stoked it pullling her closer to the precipice of absoulute pleasure. Leaning her head against his shoulder soft uneven breaths poured forth from her lips making the veils flutter eratically. Nadia knew not how close she was to her first orgasm only that she needed to feel it.

Morning? Surely he was jesting? She couldn't be gone until morning. The maids would be in to check on her sometime in the next few hours as it stood and even with her clever dummy buried beneath the coverlet of her large bed, they'd notice something was off. Then all this would be for naught and she'd never get to experiance her brother's body again.

Even she as the crowned princess had to obey the crowned prince's orders as it was her station beneath him. If they asked where she was she could always claim she went to the gardens for some fresh air and fell asleep in the rose bush maze. She'd done it before after all and they hadn't found her for almost 12 hours. There were dozens of hidey holes in there and she knew every single one.

Part of her was proud she was able to cause such lust in her elder brother's being. Making him desire more of her sweet body then just a single round of quick pleasure. "Ah! O...of course highness!" the statment was almost exclaimed as her inner walls began to flutter in warning making her lose rythem and wonder what exactly was about to happen.

Something inside her seemed to erupt then making her back arch as her inner walls convulsed around his throbbing cock pulling it deeper inside her virgin body. The excess moisture escaping to trickle down her thighs. Shuttering at the sudden hyper sensitivity she struggled to keep the quick rythem.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume’s hips rose rather steady to press his manhood within her. He felt her soft body pressed and grinding down against him, along with the grasp of those taunt folds about his prick. Pleasure raced through him and her erratic breaths suggested that it was definitely being shared by the dancer who entertained him. His mouth pressed to her neck as he kissed her, eagerly rocking his body towards her to continue the rather fevered pace of their coupling.

He’d thought nothing of telling her he wished her to stay till morning. After all she was a dancing girl – where did she have to go? Either she’d leave the palace for an inn where she had a room or they’d been given rooms in the servants quarters. In either case the luxury provided there could hardly match that which his own chambers offered. Not to mention he simply related his desire for her. He was having her now but he’d experienced enough now to know that he should want her again.

His hand slid to grope the curve of her ass as he heard her murmur her assent to his wishes. He’d not expected anything else really. After all why would she refuse? It only meant he was likely to reward her more generously if he kept her longer. Not to mention that he’d be angered if she had refused. He felt her body beginning to squirm atop of him, her hips pressing down a bit more quickly now.

He grinned as he felt her back arch against him and then felt her sex tightening and squeezing about him rather forcefully. The gush of her fluids as well as the rather firm milking motions of her sex filled him with rather pleasant sensations as well. His body rose to press into her, his cock thrusting into that squeezing sex. The friction offered to him delighting him and as he folds gripped him a groan would part his lips.

With that deep groan of satisfaction his seed would flood into her. That virginal channel of his sister soon was awash with the creamy presence of his semen. His essence poured into her as her body had sought to conjure it forth. A steady stream of it shot forth from the eye of his cock, strand after strand pumping into her as pleasure flooded through her. He claimed her and marked her with his seed. Now she’d feel him slick within her and his scent would cling to her body. His breath was still quick as he leaned in to her ear and murmured “I could do that every night.”

 

[Crystalfox]

She shutterd once more as he filled her, her body unused to the sensation as it made her inner walls ripple breifly. Breathing heavily she struggled to regain her composure so as not to look like she was more of a virgin then was readily noticable given her lack of maiden head.

"It is such a shame we only have this single night Majesty." she managed to get out knowing that after this night no other man could complete her as he had. It was a shame they were related because if not, she could see the two of them being quite the royal pair. After all no one knew her brother better then she did, thus she was certan she could please him like no other.

Grinning to herself beneath the viel she schooled her features unwilling to move until he withdrew from inside her hyper sensitive frame. Even now she was able to smell the after effects of this love making and it made her body heat up all the more. It felt as though she truely belong wither her brother and she wished desperatly she truely was just some dancer.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume regarded the woman upon his lap and his arms slipped tightly around her waist. Pleasure coursed through him and he heard her breathing rather heavily. He heard her exclaiming that it was a shame they had but this night. He shifted slightly as his hand drifted along her side. “We need not only have a single night.” He stated rather simply as his eyes drifted along her. “Stay here and we may have many nights such as this.”

She was after all a dancing girl. If he wished he was quite certain he could easily afford to have her linger here so long as he wished it. Such obstacles as mere funds were easily overcome. “I will find you a place here, and you can dance and please me for many nights to come.” He smiled to her and then pressed his lips to her neck. “I’m sure I can more than match whatever you should get from traveling to perform your show.”

He remained within her. His shaft spent but lodged within that tight, now slickened passage. Her juices and his seed mingled so that he could feel them dribbling down towards his own legs. His lips idly grazed upon her neck, while his hand drifted upwards towards her chest to fondle it. “After all you treat me much as though I am some man whose appearance you find pleasing more so than some position you would grab hold of.” There was a slightly wearied tone to the last statement. “And it seems now I am ever surrounded by those who fancy themselves an excellent choice to be queen.”

 

[Crystalfox]

"Often, highness, it's because they don't choose to look past the title. I think if one woman did that you'd dump me in exchange for them in a heartbeat. Especially if she had a noble title." and wasn't your sister she thought after she finished speaking as a heavy sigh escaped her throat. Could she do it? Most likely not as the Princess she had to be seen around the castle or the gossip mill would explode.

"I really wish I could accept, but I already have a place and I cannot easily give it up." she responded her hand raising up to brush against the veil the obscured her features. It would be so easy to take it off and show him, so simple. Then he would at least know were she stood in her feelings for him not matter how wrong it was. It wasn't as though she'd never see him again.

Of course she would see him, she would see him every single day until she was married off. It would be torture of the worst kind and she wasn't sure if she could stand it. What if she took off her veil and he was disgusted with her? After all she'd seduced him, not the other way around. At least he would know who she was she owed him that. No matter what he response was she had to do it.

Gently removing his hands from around her middle she stood and faced him in all her bare glory. Tears welled in her eyes unbidden as she reached behind and genly untied them, the emptiness seeming to grow. "Let me show you why..." removing the veil she bared her face to her brother as the tears fell.

"Forgive me? I couldn't help it, I've always had stronger feelings for you then a sister should." Turning away she began gathering the remains of the dancing outfit and prepared to dress so she could leave quietly. She didn't expect him to say anything other then 'Get out'.

 

[Methos]

The prince nodded slightly as he remarked “I suppose it’s true that they may do so by choice. But there is little enough that I can do about that.” He lofted a brow to her as he chuckled softly as he noted “I suppose I would be strongly encouraged to do so in any case. Although most know that who a prince is obliged to marry is not often whom he receives affection or amusement from, politics usually dictates the former while the latter is more to his own inclination.”

He looked slightly puzzled as the dancer informed him that she already had a place that she couldn’t easily give up. He remarked simply “I’m not sure I understand. Surely your position in a dance troop is not something that cannot easily be later reclaimed either in the same group or another.” He looked at her curiously as he noted “Unless you mean something else entirely?” Guillaume leaned in to the woman idly as he seemed to find her refusal rather unusual.

The woman slipped from him and then stood before him. He scrutinized her and wondered why she wished to show him why. Evidently he’d be expected to recognize her. Although he couldn’t think of who among the women that had been fawning over him bore her any resemblance. But as the veil was removed it was revealed to certainly not be any of the woman whom had sought his favour, in fact it was his sister.

A rather stunned looked was present upon his face. He blinked and simply stared at her. Confusion, disbelief and shock all took their turn in playing across his features. “Nadia?” he stated as though not believing what his own eyes seemed to convey. Although then he remarked “You were supposed to be ill.” He blinked and looked at her again. “Why?” He asked as he looked at her, his head shook slightly as he murmured “I did not know it was you.”

If she’d expected him to be furious, he wasn’t. Instead he seemed entirely puzzled by what happened. He regarded her and then asked “You faked illness, disguised yourself, deliberately sought my attention and then slept with me.” He sighed slightly as he remarked “And I cannot even now convince myself that I did not enjoy it. It is already done and what is done cannot be undone.” He gazed at her for a moment “All this effort to be in my bed though..why? Surely there are no shortage of men whose interest you garner?”

 

[Crystalfox]

She watched the emotions play across his face, pleased that disgust hadn't been one of them. In fact it was the curiosity that caught her off gaurd, and the questions that followed.

"You sound so surprised and it's understandable I suppose. As I said for as long as I've been aware of you I've always felt like I shouldn't be your sister. It's not because you outshine me or am everything a prince should be. It is because I've been attracted to you since I was 10."

Sitting on the edge of the bed she looked over to him and sighed before continuing. "When I saw all those women trying for your attention, offering thier bodies for just the slight chance they may end up bearing your child and thus becoming queen by default."

Sighing once more she continued "I was so jealous Guillaume, none of those women knew you like I did and none of them deserved your attention. So I hatched a plan so that just for one night I would know what it would be like to be loved as a woman, not as your sister."

"It was stupid I know and you're right I have men who try and court me, but none of them compare to you. You've protected me since I was a child and loved me more then our parents ever have or will. You're everything to me and I wanted to experiance what it was like to be everything to you for just a little bit, I'm sorry. If you like I can dress and leave....I understand if you're upset." even though he admitted he'd enjoyed it.

 

[Methos]

Guillaume seemed neither angry or upset at what had transpired. Disbelief seemed the most constant emotion that played about across his features. He seemed more interested in seeking to understand what had just happened than berating her for it. “You risked our parents anger, my anger and general condemnation to do this.” His fingers idly stroked against his chin as he noted “You felt so strongly about this when I’ve been gone at war for years?”

He looked at his sister as she stated she’d desired him since she was ten. He shook his head slightly as he remarked ‘oh I don’t believe that – you wouldn’t have even have known what attraction was at ten.” He lofted a brow to her as he remarked “And you were jealous of all those who been throwing themselves at me? I half expected you to be one of them when you stated you could not accept my offer.”

Guillaume gazed at her as he remarked “Perhaps it’s my fault that you feel this way. I always paid much attention to you when you were younger and delighted in your presence.” He smiled as he noted “You were so cute in how you always wanted to follow me around. I always indulged you then. How could I not? And of course I always protected you and looked after you. How could I not…you are my sister.”

“And if I do not send you away, then what would have come of this?” He lofted a brow to her as he remarked “I cannot make you my queen, unless you’ve somehow figured out how to inhabit the body of another.” Gently he pulled her towards him as his head leaned in towards her. “What then? You would be my lover for so long as you may? Are you not worried should I do so that my seed would quicken in your belly?”

He leaned in towards her and let his lips press to her own. He kissed her rather tenderly as his lips came to her own. He pulled her body to him, as that muscular form would shift to let her body mold against him. His lips heatedly pressed to her own parting only to murmur “I should scorn you and send you from my chambers and never look upon you again after this..” He paused “But I could not do that too you for I know it would break your heart, and I cannot claim that I did not enjoy feeling my prick inside you. The slickness of my seed on your thighs would give a lie to that quick enough.” His hand pressed to her side and drifted up along her “I said I found you fit for a king, not knowing whom you were – perhaps now I should not be so surprised. But you sister shall be the one I take to my bed…”

 

[Crystalfox]

Her eyes widened delicately as he continued to speak expecting denial and hatred for her trickery but instead it seemed as though he accepted her. A smile found its way to her face one she couldn't hide even as he pulled her close and kissed her so softly.

The thought has crossed her mind but since her accident the doctor had been given her a special herb that prevented impregnation for whatever reason. It was almost as though the doctor expected her to sleep around now that she no longer had to worry about virginity. Really that man had very little respect for women.

"Brother I wouldn't have planned this night if there had been a risk of me becoming with child by you." she commented softly kissing his cheek. "That swine of a doctor gives me some special tea that makes it very unlikely I'll bear anyone's child until I stop drinking it." shrugging she settled herself on his lap. "It's better for us that way."

Truly Nadia was ecstatic that he'd agreed to keep her on as a lover at least until they were forced to part. "My feelings are my own, you know that. You could've been less attentive and I still would've tried this even if it would've failed. At least I'd like to think it did, when you were at war I denied all suitors for fear you wouldn't approve of them should you come back." she flushed softly her thighs rubbing together unconsciously feeling the sticky seed still clinging to them. "I enjoyed it too, better then even my less then proper dreams..."