Winning a Kingdom (Xavierrol and Emmie)

[sweetemmie]

“No! I refuse!” The outraged bellow drifted out through the thick wooden door into the corridor. The thinner babble of other voices followed immediately behind. Outside in the corridor, servants huddled in archways with pale faces, whispering amongst themselves. The shouting and chaos in the closed room continued.

“Your Majesty, perhaps if we agree to their other terms, this last one will not ….”

“He has refused any negotiation! Who DOES that….”

“We will NOT yield to these ridiculous demands!”

“Are any of our allies com….”

Inside, King Arbeden di’Nalren il Freloq sat at a broad study wooden table, surrounded by his advisors. His swarthy face was red with impotent rage, his bristly black hair in disarray from swiping his thick hands nervously through it. His corpulent body was sweating profusely from the stress, his coal-black eyes glittering with fury.

The advisors surrounding him were over a dozen, all in various states of shock and panic. Hands fluttered, eyebrows furrowed. But it all fell silent when the door was flung open, a knot of armored soldiers appearing in the entrance, hard bodies straightening to attention.

“Princess Thearia de’Nalren!” His voice was powerful, rolling through the room. The knot of soldiers parted, and the Princess seemed to drift into the room. She wore pale blue and yellow robes, the robes themselves almost translucent but so layered nothing could be seen. Since she was in her father’s home she wore no veil, her coffee black hair falling around her head in an only partially tamed riot of silken waves. Black ice eyes pierced her father’s gaping advisors as she made her way to her father’s side, softening her eyes as she bent and kissed his cheek. He gruffly patted her arm, and she sank into the seat at his right side. The door closed, one of her escort remaining inside, the others outside the door.

“I heard the mercenary has sent a list of demands, father.” Her voice was slightly reproving. The discussion had started without her, and Princess Thearia had considered herself her father’s most important advisor since she was nine years old. The King had always seemed to consider it as well.

The King snorted. “Demands we will not meet! I will not allow…..!” His rant fell off, and he flushed, looking away from her.

“What are the demands?” She inquired, her voice cool.

He could not even speak them, simply slid the parchment over to her. Silence reigned in the room as she read. Outside, the servants would have gathered closer except for the watchful eyes of the Princess’s guard. She read carefully, parsing every sentence with care. When she was done, she sat back in a moment of silence.

“It is unacceptable.”

“Damn right it is unacceptable!” The King banged his fist down on the table.

“The land we can afford to lose. It holds a quarter of our mines and a third of our farms and two important towns, but we will still be successful. Prisoners we have taken can be returned. But this last…..” She shook her head.

“Have we sent a negotiator?”

“Two. Both have been returned without heads.”

More silence as she considered.

“And none of our allies have responded. Cowards.” She curled her lip in distaste.

“None, Your Grace.” One of the advisors respectfully answered, though no answer was needed.

“Then we have no choice. We must accept.”

The babble of voices began again, and over it the thunderous roar of her father.
“We will NOT accept! I will not allow my fertile daughter to go into the hands of a barbarian….”

She interrupted him, laying a hand on his arm. She knew his argument. As a rare fertile woman, she was a prize above and beyond anything the arrogant mercenary leader had demanded. Most children were created in government laboratories. But the great families wanted lineage of their own blood. Therefore the great value of a fertile woman.

“We have no choice. It is either accept his demands and keep half our nation, or refuse and die and he takes over it all. He has agreed to defend us from any other attackers should we accept.”

“No, Thea. I can’t….” Her father’s voice broke with sorrow, and she smiled grimly at him.

“It need not last forever. They may never be able to hold the land. But even if they do….men die, Father. Sometimes in their beds at night with a dagger in their throat.”

Silence fell over the table once again. The King stared at his daughter, stricken.

“You would kill….”

“If needed.” Her voice was cold, her eyes returning to that black ice.

Two days later, the gates of Purdah City creaked open. Ever since the invasion of the mercenary tribe, the gates had remained closed. From the massive gates emerged a white horse with delicate pink nostrils, blue eyes, and glossy hooves, prancing proudly as if it knew the precious burden it carried. Princess Thearia de’Nalren rode out of her father’s seiged city towards the camp of mercenaries. Not as a captive. Not as a tribute. But as a newly married wife going to her husband. Arrayed in glittering gauzy silks and veil of bright green and yellow and blue, the colors of life and joy. 18 pure gold circlets of gold around her neck, one for each year of her life. Her feet were bare, toenails and fingernails painted in deep lush red, the color of fertility. A rare color indeed.

Behind her, naked men staggered, blindfolded, chained to each other by what appeared to be golden manacles but were actually common iron dipped in gold. The manacles were linked by a golden chain that ended in Thearia’s firm grasp. She was taking the mercenaries men back to him. As the odd parade left the castle, couriers fled out from behind her on horseback, racing to advise all the towns in the forefeited area that they would be given over to the mercenary tribe as part of the truce.

Princess Thearia rode at a sedate pace, watchful eyes on the mercenary camp in front of her. She could see the mercenaries scurrying about, one of them racing to a large tent she surmised held her future husband. When she was clearly within eyesight of the camp, easily identifiable, she stopped and waited. The line of restless men behind her shifted, but froze when she snapped the chain in silent command. They had no idea that it was a young princess who now held them captive, not a whip-bearing prison commander.

Thearia continued to wait under the sun, calm and cool in her silks. She had no intention of walking into his camp. She had to set the footing correctly from the beginning. He would come to her.

 

[xavierrol]

Xavier's dark eyes looked at the sprawling map laid out on the table and listened to the counsel of his Captains. Purdah City was in a hopeless position, surrounded by his clansmen who were the vanguard of his massive army of mercenaries. As he listened, he noted how the prospect of such a wealthy prize as Purdah limited their vision. They wanted to crack the ancient city open like an egg and devour it's contents in an orgy of violence, lust, and vengeance. The men around him could only see the next battle, Purdah's gold was like a strong drink, and these men would become drunk with it until every last coin was spent.

Xavier's vision sought a further horizon, one where the wealth of empire flowed continually to him and his progeny. The land was the true wealth of Purdah, that and the people who occupied it, grew and mined the wealth that created such a grand city. Xavier was a strategist, he could read a map like some finer men read poetry or mathematics. He could lead an army through the fire of hell and the men would follow him though he wondered if those same men would continue to follow when they were in paradise? He knew little of palace intrigues and how such wealth as Purdah City held could corrupt men, even the men he once trusted with his life.

"We have given them enough time, let us bring down their gates, they will never give you what you want, we must take it." Xavier's young cousin Judas advised for what seemed like the twelfth time since the siege began. Xavier could see the impatience in his eyes and the prospect of wealth. He was spared having to explain once more as a sentry burst into the tent and told them the gates were opening. Each man looked to the other for a moment, considering the possibilities, before they left the tent to witness the spectacle of Purdah's offering.

The princess was an expected and welcome sight, but the fact that she led naked and blindfolded captives in chains brought an angry murmur from the watching barbarians. "She dares to parade our men like animals back to their own?" Xavier hissed, he would indeed come to her but not quite in the manner she might expect. "Bring water, physicians, and smiths; I shall put a stop to this spectacle." He told his Captain's as he took the sentry's mount and led a dozen others out to meet the princess.

He rode hard only slowing as he came within a few lengths of the Princess. "You dare humiliate my men like this?" He said angrily as he came along side the beautiful white horse that carried such precious cargo. Without waiting for an answer, he reached out, a black hand with a grip like iron taking her arm just below the shoulder. In one quick and easy motion he unhorsed her, pulling her across his own mount, face up. He couldn't help but admire her fine body through the colorful silks. He had half expected her to be a fat cow of a brood mare but she had fine athletic lines that were quite pleasing. He noted the fine details, the golden bands, the painted nails, he felt a lust that nearly overpowered him but still he had a footing of his own to be set.

He tore the chain from her hand and looked to either side. "Remove their blindfolds, let them see what we have taken from Purdah this day." As his order was carried out more men poured from the camp and his gaze returned to the girl he held across his horse. "You have much to learn, your lesson begins now." His dark eyes bored into hers through the thin veil as his free hand reached to the neck of her fine silk garments. He tore them from her neck to her pelvis, exposing her fine flesh and the rise of her young breasts. Still balancing her precariously across the back of his horse, he stripped her body naked in front of the former captives, still squinting in the bright sunshine. The others from the camp began to free the captives, bringing them water and helping the worst off back to the relative comfort of the encampment.

The stream of former captives formed two columns as they headed towards the camp. "Bring me a length of that golden chain." Xavier called out as he bound both of the girl's wrists with a rough cord. He then passed a length of the chain around the chord binding her hands together in front of her. He unceremoniously dropped her to the ground then keeping his end of her chain paraded her naked between the columns of her former captives. "Behold the prize of Purdah City, the fertile Princess Thearia de’Nalren" Each man turned to get a good look at her though none dared touch her. Xavier for his part ignored her during the procession, showing more concern for the returned prisoners than for the fertile beauty trailing behind him. However his mind was very much focused on the beautiful young princess.

 

[sweetemmie]

She knew him immediately when he came from the tent. Two officers who had survived battles with the mercenaries and had gotten good looks at their leader had been summoned to the castle, and Thearia had closely questioned the men. Her new husband – as she was determined he would be even though the demands had not specified such – was a massive man. Dark-skinned like all the barbarians, but bald with a graying beard. The officers had insisted he was perhaps a head above most men.

The man vaulted on a horse and came to her at a dead run. It was…unexpected. She had anticipated a dignified approach at least. As he drew closer she noted the barbaric tattoos her officers had described to do. Only her rigid self discipline kept her from retreating at the furious approach, the man was clearly furious and she had no idea why. She forced herself to remain still, her pert chin lifted high.

But his snapped greeting left her blinking at him in astonishment. Humiliate? What was humiliating about it? Their clothing had been ruined in battle, did he expect Purdah to replace the men’s clothing for him as well? Was it the blindfolds? Did he expect they would have followed her if they knew it was only a small woman leading them? Was it the golden chain? The men had to remain controllable till they were delivered – Purdah had even wasted expensive gold coating the common iron fetters.

Before she could even hope to respond though, she was snatched from her saddle as if she were a clawless kitten, clutched by his hard arm, staring up at him in breathless bewilderment, her hands burning from the heavy chain ripped from her tight grasp. It was a testament to his strength that she never once felt like she would fall. Burning dark eyes on her and then he was barking out orders to other mercenaries swarming around them.

She didn’t even know what he was doing till warm air rushed against her naked breasts, the ripping of the expensive silks obscenely loud in her ear. Her sharp cry echoed in the air, her hands flying to cover her breasts. But he grimly continued, tearing away the silks from her body until she was naked, squirming in his lap as she frantically tried to cover her nakedness, her black eyes flashing fire and fear `up at him.

Terror thudded in her bloodstream, panic pounding in her ears. All her life she had been carefully protected, her body carefully concealed from all hungry eyes. And now she was dangling over a horse, her hands frantically trying to cover herself. Naked and exposed to the world. All her cool dignity and tactical logic failed her completely. Wild, bewildered eyes flashed everywhere, taking in flashing images of leering soldiers, mocking grins, stiffening cocks.

No longer the cool, collected princess, in mere seconds she had devolved into a frightened, vulnerable girl. Squirming in silent panic as he bound her hands with frightening efficiency, looping the gold chain. She heard snapped orders from him, felt the vibrations in his chest, but understood nothing. She could hardly remember to breath. Too exposed. Shame and humiliation overwhelming her senses. And then she was falling, another breathless scream. Rumbling laughter echoed around her, and her shoulders hunched defensively. She could no longer cover herself, hot tears burning in her eyes.

She was stunning. Long sleek legs and arms, her belly slightly rounded in a soft inviting way. Full young breasts riding high on her chest, dusky rose colored nipples clinging to the tips, hard and pebbled in the sun. Between her legs, a bare soft mound curving invitingly down into the shadow between her thighs. She followed him staggering at first, confused and terrified – more a beaten slave girl than a princess.

But somehow, she found herself, gathering the scraps of her dignity and wrapping them around herself like a shield. Under the watching eyes of the cheering and laughing men she straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin. She blinked furiously to chase away the tears, the confusion and terror changing to pure fiery rage that burned through her eyes at him. Her walk changed from a stumbling gait to a graceful stride. Not everyone stopped laughing, but some did. Some eyes cool and assessing. It was enough. She would make this bastard pay or she would die trying. She was no common prisoner, she was royal AND fertile. Perhaps before this she may have seen fit to aid him, but he was not worthy. She would sabotage his every effort. She would see him destroyed for this shame.

 

[xavierrol]

Xavier reveled in Thea's panic, it was exhilarating, like the moment a determined enemy was routed on the battlefield. She may have been a princess but that was a title given to her, it wasn't earned she was just a girl after all. A young girl, with an incredible body of course, but still how would she possibly stand up to a force like Xavier? He gave orders easily, it was second nature to him, and he took moments to admire her body between his statements. He was feeling total victory as he led his prize among his newly freed men. He pretended to ignore her but he was highly attuned to the reaction of his men towards the fertile daughter of their enemy. Would she be their new queen, or simply a concubine, a vessel for their emergent's king's new bloodline? He sensed the change in their demeanor as she was able to compose herself and maintain some semblance of dignity despite her naked and bound condition. He was tempted to turn to see what she had done but that would be a sign of weakness to which he was not about to succumb.

Even if he had seen the look she gave him, he would not have taken seriously the idea that such a girl would pose any real threat to his rise to power. She was militarily insignificant, and he had little appreciation for the power of politics. Still he had plans for her, to keep her off balance and to encourage his men, and most of all to plant his seed within her and begin his dynasty. He felt a thrill of lust at that thought, but it had to be done properly. He may not fully appreciate politics, but he did understand the importance of symbolism, and this girl's swollen belly would be a very potent symbol to his newly acquired realm.

As they made it back to the camp he dismounted, finally able to look at his new possession. The look of rage in her eyes surprised him somewhat but he was careful not to let anyone, except possibly her, see his reaction. Still he dismissed her rage as impotent. Once the prisoners were all freed of their chains the Master Smith approached. "Do you have her highness' special gift?" He asked as the man held out a metal belt and looked at the nude captive princess, his lust barely disguised. He led Thea forcibly to his tent, the smith in tow.

 

[sweetemmie]

Thearia offered her captor no resistance. She stood upright, chin lifted, watching him in silent contempt and fury. Fighting back against the crippling humiliation and fear, she forced herself to calmly assess her new circumstances and the man who held so much power over her in his hand.

The man was not what she had anticipated. From interviewing her officers, she had expected intelligence, foresight, charisma, and icy control. After all, this was the man who had united a tribe of brutal violent men that had lived as mercenaries for generations, and led them in search of a homeland. This was the man who had coldly and efficiently fought his way across an entire city-state to get to his target, managing to keep the land relatively undamaged – no point in killing the land that would one day be yours.

But all she saw now was a lusting brute. Around her men milled, within arms length. She could feel their hot eyes on her. Felt their hatred like a tangible thing. She refused to be bothered to look at them, and knew her cold contempt angered them even more. But none of them touched her, and she suspected it was because their leader had not made his intentions clear in regards to her yet.

But his intentions mattered only in the short term. She had hoped for the best, but had thought she was prepared for the worst. The speed the worst had caught her off guard. But she had planned on the possibility of rape and humiliation. She knew she needed to offer value. But she had to find out what he valued before she could offer it. Clearly he valued the idea of a future home for his people, but what was the best way she could show him how she could help him? At least until she killed him.

Even that she had to rethink. The loyalty of these brutal men to him was vividly clear. If she killed him, they would tear her apart. She would have to very careful to have a way of escape open to her.

She followed him as he led her to his tent, waiting until the majority of his men had been left behind before she spoke, her voice even and controlled.

“So you have won the lands you wished. How will you hold them? The peasants that work the land are terrified, and by nightfall they will all know their land belong to you. Tomorrow there will be a mass exodus as they flee for safety. Who will work the fields and mines for you then?”

 

[xavierrol]

Xavier listened to her words though did not react immediately. She was smart and beautiful in addition to being fertile, though that was more of a theoretical than a practical matter just yet. Thea was already dispelling many of his assumptions about her and the thought of something more than using her as a breeder began to bubble within his mind. Her words held wisdom, his people were more hunters and gatherers than farmers and miners and he wasn't sure they would desire such occupations or even be able to do them if called upon out of necessity. He didn't bother to tell her that he had sent riders of his own as a precaution, instead he focused upon her. "I was under the impression you Princess, were the real prize of the day, not some dirt and rocks." He smiled at her and gestured with his arm to have her enter the tent before him, though behind the smith. It was not his tent but the smith's and within was a hot furnace, anvil, and other instruments of his craft. He again took pleasure at watching her naked body as she seemed content to obey him, at least for the moment. He couldn't help but think that such intelligence would chafe at being treated as a simple vessel for his bloodline. That was all he had expected in this bargain, but perhaps she could be something more, though the way she was looking at him it seemed she would prefer to throttle him in his sleep. That was of course a very real danger and one he would have to keep in mind.

The belt was a symbol of Xavier's commitment to the surety of his bloodline. There would be no room for rumor or doubt about his heir as sometimes plagued other kingdoms. The girl would remain chaste until there would be no question that the seed within her belonged to her new Master. Well chaste in the sense of traditional sexual intercourse, he had plenty of ideas for her. In the meantime, she would learn her new position, and perhaps earn his favor, maybe even his trust. "As you no doubt understand, your reputed fertility is of much value to me. But first I must make sure you bring no bastard into my new kingdom."

He took the belt from the smith and wrapped it around Thea's waist. "You are a bit...slimmer...than we had expected." He said, not able to fully conceal his satisfaction at that fact. "Three links from each side I think." He told the smith, his hands warm as they brushed the flawless flesh along her mid-section. "So tell me Princess, what would relieve the fears of these farmers and miners?" He asked even as his eyes continued to take roam her body without shame or mercy.

 

[sweetemmie]

“A prize is only a prize if it has value. Will you waste the value of your prize?” Her cool response hid the hot rage of emotions twisting inside her.

From the time she could walk and talk, Thearia had been trained for one thing.

To rule her father’s kingdom of Delrehn.

Her father brought in the best minds of his kingdom to teach her, even some from outside of his kingdom. It was his intent to make her Queen before he passed away, and have one of his generals marry her and act as her consort and enforcer.

No one had anticipated Xavier and his single-minded determination to wrest half of their kingdom from them.

No one in the Kingdom of Delrehn would have underestimated the princess. She had been acting as an unofficial co-ruler since she was fifteen, had sat in judgement in the royal courts, and headed royal council meetings when her father was ill. Some nobles loved her, others hated her, a few feared her – but all respected her. The peasantry adored their pretty princess and took pride in the rumors they heard of her intelligence, even if they did not know the specifics.

It was only the rigid self-discipline drilled into her by her tutors that kept her from falling apart right now. She was acutely aware of her nakedness, acutely aware of how excruciatingly vulnerable it made her feel. She couldn’t stop herself from flinching away when he moved towards her with that wicked looking belt, but she managed to stop herself from running away screaming in fear.

And in truth, it didn’t hurt. Even if it did look painful. It was a bit cold on her skin, but not awful. But the sheer humiliation of standing there naked while the man sized her and discussed the fit with the blacksmith was enough to make her tremble with rage. Even his barbed compliment was nothing but a source of embarrassment to her. That he would expose HER like this in front of a common blacksmith! It was absolutely infuriating, and her strategy planning had not prepared for being exposed like this to so many. To him, yes. Rape was a strong possibility she knew this. But not in front of others, especially what appeared to her to be common peasantry.

When the blacksmith left,, she couldn’t relax. Not with her naked skin prickling under his touch, the intense focus of his dark eyes suddenly bearing down on hers. His question gave her a touch of hope. Perhaps he was starting to realize the value she had to offer him. It was essential to her plans he recognize that value.

She had never before negotiated diplomacy while naked. It was an unhappy first for her.

“The peasants are happy with and comfortable with my father or myself being in control of their lives. They fear your army and will be terrified of your leadership – unless they are comforted by the familiar. If they see me at your side supporting your claim over them willingly,…” She placed a light but clear stress on the term ‘willingly’. “… it will perhaps make enough of them hesitate from fleeing long enough for them to realize little will change in their lives. Assuming, of course, you intend to keep things familiar for them?”

Her dark eyes tempered their rage as she assessed him, and she was at least attempting to hide her anger and shame from him. On those two notes she failed though, her feelings were quite clear both in her unconsciously clenched little fists, her thinned lips, and the pretty pink flush that spread down her neck, lingering at the top of her deliciously perky tits.

 

[xavierrol]

"Are you really so fragile my dear Princess that your value can be spoiled so easily?" He asked, beginning to understand her game and how she intended to play it. He considered her reputation as a 'co-ruler' a sign of a weak and doting father, women were meant to be bedded, their mouths for pleasure, not dispensing wisdom or justice, let alone to rule. Still she managed what had to be a terrifying and humiliating ordeal with more poise than Xavier would have imagined. As the smith worked on the belt Xavier sat on a simple stool and pulled his prize to him until she sat in his lap. His hands began to explore her body, as if she belonged to him, which as far as he was concerned she did. He positioned her bottom right over the thick bulge of his cock, clearly she had an effect upon him despite how calm of an act he wanted to put on for her. He wrapped to thick arms around her waist but it wasn't long before one hand moved upwards, cupping her breast, squeezing gently yet possessively. The other hand dropped lower, grazing along the smooth flesh of her mound but not forcing himself into her sex just yet. Instead he parted her thighs, exposing her more fully to the gaze of the smith who struggled to focus upon his work, as if he was defying her to close them again.

When the smith completed his adjustments, Xavier stood, his hardness rubbing against her ass as he guided her to the center of the open area. "Now stand up straight." He told her, his voice obviously accustomed to being obeyed. He wrapped the belt around her again, it was much more snug this time. "Now hold still." Which might not seem unreasonable except that the smith was returning with a rivet, red hot at one end, to make the final link securing the belt around her waist. It might seem that there was no way this was going to happen without intense pain for her. Except Xavier slipped his own hand between Thea's body and the belt so that any burn would come to him and not her. A strip of leather took the brunt of the heat but Thea would feel Xavier's body tense as he held the belt away from her and was singed somewhat from the heat as it burned through the leather. The smith used a plyer like tool to smash the hot end to form a permanent link that could not be removed without his or another's smiths craft.

"Put your hands there." Xavier pointed to the heavy iron anvil as he bent Thea over slightly. He was growing comfortable ordering her about, physically moving her into position if she didn't move fast enough or to his satisfaction. In a way he was testing her limits, to see if she would rebel openly or save her wrath for a time of her choosing. He was rather certain his treatment of her would not be readily forgotten. He reached between her legs from behind, his strong forearm rubbing along her sex, until he reached the lower strand of the chastity belt. It was a discipline of his own to not simply drag her to his tent and rut like a bull breeding a new cow. This strand would protect her virtue even from him, until he decided otherwise. It was harder to do now that he had seen her than when he had instructed the smith to create it. Still he pulled the strand through and pressed it between her firm ass cheeks to create another connection to be riveted closed by the smith. Soon it was complete, Thea's virtue was intact for now though she remained nearly naked other than the belt. It would allow her to answer nature's calls, but no man would be able to take her, at least not in a way that might plant his seed in her.

Once the smith took his leave and they were alone, Thea pressed her case as to her 'value' as if he hadn't just secured her true value as one might put coins in a strong box. "Do you really believe peasants are happy and comfortable? Do you think they just don't know any better?" He supposed that someone that had never lived as a peasant might think they enjoyed being cared for like livestock. "I suppose you will be just the one to calm their nerves?" He asked. "And what is your price for such, reassurance?"

 

[sweetemmie]

“If you were a prisoner of my father, your value would be spoiled just as easily, if not more so. Without you leading them your men would fall apart. You would hold more value as a dead man. Whereas I hold more value as a living – and willing – accomplice of yours. The question is, will you be wise enough to see that?”

She was surprised to see the smith had not left the tent as she had thought, instead simply moving behind her and out of sight to begin his work. She heard him working just as Xavier pulled her onto his lap.

It was a rather shocking business to her. She had not sat on a mans lap since she had been a toddler, and remembered none of it.

Thearia had been surrounded by men her entire life. Her mother had passed away in childbirth along with the baby when she was three years old. Except for her female maids, that was the end of any feminine influence in her life. Her father had been her idol. Once out of the nursery at age eight she had been surrounded by armed guards. Her tutors had all been male.

And yet all of her encounters with men had been on her own terms. Never before had a man dared be so free with her, and Thearia swiftly learned she had no defenses against what he did to. She just sat in bewildered consternation as her supple young body responded enthusiastically to his hands, her nipples hardening, aching under the touch of his battle-roughened fingers on her soft skin. Between her legs her flesh moistened like a whore. Her eyes lifted to the smith who stood in front of them now working, and her face grew hot with shame.

The man tried to work and stare at the same time, and she SAW his eyes drop to where her sleek thighs were spread, her most intimate part displayed for this common man to view – as if she were nothing but a silly peasant girl. It was simply unendurable. She TRIED not to resist, sensing that it was the wrong move. But she was unable to keep it up. Fortunately just as her legs began to close, Xavier stood up anyway, setting her off his lap.

She tried to ignore the bulge pressing against her naked ass as he walked her to anvil. Grimly obeying, hot with humiliation, promising herself vengeance in the near future. Slow, painful vengeance that would surely involve the removal of that hard lump in his pants. She stiffened as the rough hairs on his arm scraped against her soft inner flesh, gritting her teeth as she fought the urge to fight him. She had never been trained in combat – her ever present cadre of guards was to ensure the need for her to fight would never be present. Unable to express her fury at Xavier she directed it towards the smith who was openly staring as Xavier fitted the belt on her.

The smith was no man who would give place to any woman, especially not a captive princess. But Xavier had not given any indication of how he wanted this woman treated, and the dark fury that met his eyes soon had him dropping his own eyes, uncertain of how to respond to it.

That small victory appeased the almost painful shame in her chest, and when the smith quickly left after being dismissed Thearia was able to hold her head up high once again, meeting Xavier’s darker eyes evenly.

“Of course. The peasants are content with their lot. Our ministers made sure they were treated fairly by the village officials. They are not educated, and they live simple lives. They do not care for those lives to be disrupted. They fear you, and rightfully so. To them, my father and I represent safety and stability. So yes, my meeting with the village officials and perhaps introducing you as their new King would go a long way to appeasing the peasants and ensuring they remain to attend to their duties.”

Negotiating naked definitely took some getting used too. It was a constant struggle to stay alert and focused and not obsess about her nakedness. The belt helped – it hid her most intimate part and rested comfortably on her body.

“As for my requirement – if you want me to act the part, then I must hold the title. You will take me as your wife, so I am not simply a mere slavegirl.”

That had been everyone’s biggest worry, especially hers. The demand for her had not dictated the terms of her surrender. He had promised her nothing in return for her being delivered to her. No guarantee of her safety or status.

 

[xavierrol]

"So if I were a prisoner of your father, I would be dead." He told her in a voice devoid of emotion or judgement, as if he simply accepted the fact as not at all unreasonable. "Do you really think I brought you here to help me rule lands I have already won? To have you make peasants want to bow to me when I ride past them?" His passion was rising, she may have been surrounded by men all her life, but they were civilized men, accustomed to deferring to her father and by extension her. Xavier watched with some amusement as the princess and the smith struggled to come to terms with each other. Verbally and intellectually she was a force to be reckoned with and he knew she was at least partially right about the peasants. Physically though, she was a young and inexperienced woman, not much more than a girl. Xavier could sense her arousal building despite or perhaps because of her pride being so thoroughly ignored. That was certainly her weak spot, the point of maximum vulnerability for her. He did not get to where he was today by not seeing and exploiting weakness.

He watched as she seemed to make the smith cower with just the intensity of her regal gaze. "Do you think you are better than Ericsson here, just because you are royal?" He held her from behind, pulling her arms back and thrusting her perfect breasts forward towards the cowed craftsmen. At the mention of his name and his leader's verbal support the smith again ogled Thea's bare breasts. Whether he couldn't meet her gaze directly or simply chose not to was anyone's guess. "I was a peasant once, even more lowly than Ericsson here." He told her. "Do you think I was as content as the peasants you speak of?"

Once they were alone he continued. "I sent my own riders out to keep the peasants in place and they will tend to the farms and the mines. If you care for your former people you will do what you can to limit the bloodshed and chaos, but one way or another they are staying where they are." He smiled at her terms, wanting to become his wife. "Is that a proposal?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. She really was more vulnerable than she let on, he found it somewhat surprising that she was every bit as concerned about appearance as she was about reality. That was another weakness.

"Perhaps I am old fashioned, or maybe it is just my peasant upbringing, but I think there should be some courtship if there is to be a wedding." He came around in front of her once more, his eyes caressing every curve of her nearly naked body. "You are here to carry my heir, do not forget that." He pressed her back against a wooden frame that acted as a wall, pressing her body between it and the hard strength of his own body. "It is up to you how much you enjoy it or despise it.' His thick arousal pressed into her belly as he reached back and took hold of her hair. Pulling her head back he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His free hand reached up, the back of his fingers brushing the outer swell of her breast before tracing down her flank then up again, idly exploring her body and sensing her reactions. He kissed her mildly twice but then parted his lips, his tongue sweeping her lips gently, more of a suggestion than a battering ram, at least for now.

 

[sweetemmie]

Perhaps it was not so wise to tell him he would be dead were he the captive of her people. It was time to take a mental step back and re-assess.

Perhaps it was unwise to challenge him in front of his smith. She waited till the smith was gone before responding to anything except for a swift,

“I do not think you were ever content in anything.”

It was as close to a compliment as she would give to him. Ambition was an admired trait amongst her people. Even peasants could rise above their station through military service, though they would always serve under an educated and nobly born commander.

She shook her head, frowning up at him.

“Some will stay. Others will sneak off in the middle of the night and flee to Delrehn. Most consider the known to be far more comforting than the unknown – and all they know of you and your men is violence. Fathers of pretty daughters and husbands of pretty wives will be the first to take their families and escape. Kill them for an example and more will flee.”

It was a struggle standing there so proudly while his eyes took their fill of her nearly naked body, soft gold-dust skin slicked with sweat from the heat in the tent and her stress.

“It is because I care for them that I give you this advice. If I cared nothing for them I would say nothing and watch while you all starve to death because you have no one to work the fields.”

That came out all wrong, and she took a deep breath. Firm young tits rising and falling on her chest.

“I do not mean I would wish you and your people dead. I do not,” she lied with artless ease. “but it will work out much better for everyone – especially your people – if you consider my advice. I know these people, and these people are not yours. They will not respond the way yours would.”

She stiffened when he pressed her against the unyielding wood, every inch the unfeeling, outraged royal princess….until his mouth touched hers.

She gasped against his lips, a quiver rippling through her young body. Her nipples instantly beaded against his hot skin, her mouth going soft and yielding, her lips parting instinctively. She had no control over these reactions, her body artless and enthusiastic to his every touch.

She whimpered into his mouth, her hands reaching out, resting against his waist in a timid, half-embrace.

Her own whimper shocked her out of the haze the mere touch of his lips led her into. Like a high-strung filly reacting in fear to a bridle, she lashed out in a panic, struggling to push him away with her hands, her head jerking back so suddenly she hit the back of her head against the wood, her legs kicking out to try to escape him.

 

[xavierrol]

He had sensed the slight change of tactics as she offered her half hearted compliment and advice. Wrapping it up with a bow as if she were offering a gift to him that he should be grateful to have. In a way he preferred the direct confrontation, he at least knew where she stood. He preferred an enemy he could see to one that seemed to disappear only to turn up on his flank unexpected. He wasn't so proud or insecure that he couldn't tolerate an insolent princess in front of one of his men. They had been through too much together to let the words of some girl diminish his leadership. "I do not need your praise or your advice, though I expect I shall get more of the later whether I want it or not." He said to her as he was becoming much more interested in her body than her mind.

If she was considering a strategic withdrawal in her verbal tactics, once he touched her intimately it was if she headed into a full blown retreat. She may have been taught to rule by the wisest men in the land, but her body seemed unprepared for the intensity of Xavier's passion. Her whimper like a surrender, emboldening and arousing him. He kissed her more deeply as her lips parted, his tongue slipping into her mouth, more exploration that invasion. His hands continued to caress her torso before each of his hands sought her wrists before he pulled her arms behind her, taking both in one hand he held her helpless against the frame. Still kissing her his now free hand found her breast, squeezing it as he broke the kiss and took a half step back. His eyes dropped, taking in the helpless form of her before his mouth followed, kissing down her neck.

Squeezing the firm orb his lips fell further until she felt the warmth of his breath caressing between her breasts. His hot tongue flicked across the soft honey hued skin until his lips claimed the prize of her beaded nipple. Her body seemed so defenseless to his touch he wondered if she had any sexual experience at all. Had she even brought herself to climax? He couldn't imagine anyone in the oh so proper court of Purdah City helping this poor princess discover her sexuality. He suckled intensely upon her firm bud, drawing it inward with his suction, then releasing it only to encircle it with his tongue. He nibbled and tugged the hard point as his strong hand kneaded her soft flesh.

He gripped the bud with his lips and pulled back, letting it bounce back to its firm peak. Her nipple and much of her breast shimmering with wetness from his affections. He blew gently, letting a chill form on her sensitive flesh to contrast with the warmth of his mouth. He then engulfed her once more just to give her the sensation of warmth before he stood back up to look into her eyes. He wanted to see if he had melted any of that black ice, did she feel shame, anger, or desire? Her body belonged to him but he would still need to win her mind and perhaps her heart.