A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

[VerboseVillain]

Trumpets sounded. Pennants waved. Prince Randolph groaned. This was all so boring.

The King and Queen sat on velvet-lined thrones. He was a regal, lion-bearded man with a slight paunch now that his years of battle were over. She, however, remained a slight thing with seven after years court banquets. Both were enjoying the open air and the crowds as they watched the final round of the tournament unfold.

Prince Randolph, on the other hand, sat with his head on his hand, mouth twisted at the absolute inanity of it all. No one was going to die, since contests were to first blood. None of the competitors really mattered, since they were all prisoners. It was just dull, and he didn’t want to have anything to do with it. Worse, no one was paying attention to him. And he was the Prince!

Normally, the Prince’s rakish and dark good looks would’ve attracted lots of attention from ladies of the court. With a large stature and tall frame, he easily caught the eye and was well-known as the dueling champion of the realm. So why everyone cared about some nobodies in a dirt field was beyond his understanding.

Still, he supposed there had been that broken leg in the second round. A dislocated jaw in the third. Maybe he’d get lucky, and the field before the wooden stands would see blood. Likely not. He sighed as the next competitors came out.

 

[Garnet]

The dark of the holding cells was soothing after the screaming from the stalls and the burning heat of the sand of the arena. They were tiny with just a bench, far smaller than her normal cell. Amelia sat letting sweat run down her temple as she took what time she had to relax. Cloth trousers with leather boots and knee guards, a light tunic tucked under a Lester breastplate and a rapier. That was everything she had with her, or rather what had been provided for her excluding the rapier. That had been taken after she pressed it against the trembling throat of that cute little prince. With her brown locks bond in a short ponytail, she doubted the Prince had recognised her in her previous matches.

It still irked her that she had been locked up at deciding not to kill the Prince. He didn't seem like the hedonistic, woman obsessed slob she had been told he was but frankly she had been more irritated at being deceived by the her employer. The way the prince had squirmed against her when she had him pinned had been fun and the look on his face when her tongue entered his mouth was near priceless! Still, she was ready to leave the prison and a life of hardship for good... Amelia couldn't wait to see his face.

"You're up." The below of the guard snapped her out of her quiet reprieve as she was led out to her next a final match. As she walked into the centre of the ring, she took her eyes off the giant she was meant to fight instead looking directly at Randolph to blow a kiss. Her opponent was more than two feet taller than her with arms almost five times the width of her own. In them he had a large hammer with a hook on the base. He had taken out people by breaking knees or catching their legs to pin them and was giving her an entirely too smug of a grin.

A gong was struck and the giant rushed at the curvy brunette. Amelia stood her ground waiting till he was swinging his hammer back before charging at him sliding under his hammer and delivering a sharp kick to the back of his knee. Tch, he barely stumbled and turned round with a roar to try to catch her leg with his hook. Thankfully Amelia was faster hopping over the hook and slicing at his broad chest. Amelia was sprinting around the ring diving and jumping away from the hammer trying to break her.

It was fun to make this giant man bellow curses as she nimbly dodged and laughed. The audience were certainly enjoying it. Her light-hearted teasing made her sudden tug on his tunic to headbutt his view all the more jarring. In the shock, he dropped his hammer while she kneed his gut and gave his jaw am uppercut. Amelia had felt something snap before her torso was grabbed and she was almost flung away. The crowd was on edge as he picked up his hammer while the brunette rushed at him rapier drawn. For a minute the arena was silent, till the referee called out. Her shoulder may have been clipped by the hammer but his jaw had been sliced by her blade. She had won!

The adrenaline rush left Amelia dazed to her surroundings as she was dragged up a staircase to a platform to await to royals.

 

[VerboseVillain]

The Prince was largely oblivious to the woman, barely able to make her out at a distance. The first part of the battle was a bit interesting, and he wondered if he’d get to see her smashed into porridge. She fought terribly. Lunged when Randolph would’ve been en guard. Riposted too soon after a parry. It was awful. And yet that incompetent meat mountain opposite her could barely touch her. The skill level displayed was far too infuriating to watch for the Court Dueling Champion.

A servant came by with some wine, and Randolph took two goblets worth, leaving his mother without any wine. His father looked on with disapproval as Randolph downed both, but fuck him. He had forced the Prince down here to watch this farcical competition. If Randolph needed the extra wine to keep himself from going mad, then how dare the King judge him for it.

Sometime during the second goblet, the match concluded, and Randolph discovered to his annoyance that the woman had won. However, that annoyance changed to alarm when she got closer. His dark curls bounced as his head turned rapidly to fade her. By the gods, this was the woman that had assaulted him last year. And now she was owed a boon?

Randolph cast a look of pure fury at his father. How had this harlot even been granted an opportunity in this competition? Why, she had put him off courting completely for an entire year! Yes, he’d spilled wine on the dresses of princesses, duchesses, and empresses alike. But he didn’t want to get married. Why should he? He was the one with the crown and the power, and was Dueling Champion no less. Besides, if he got married, then he wouldn’t have every chambermaid and countess yielding to his every whim in the hopes of getting into his bedchamber. Nevermind that Randolph didn’t have time for carnal relations, which got in the way of combat training. Cookies and crumpets and massive audiences for his bouts were at stake. Getting married wasn’t fair!

And here was this beast of a woman, striding forward to get whatever googaw her limited imagination came up with.

His father nodded in acknowledgment as Amelia came to the fore. “Greetings And well met, Champion! For a decade now, prisoners have been allowed to provide entertainment for myself and my people in exchange for a chance at a boon. A boon that you have earned. So please, come forward and tell us your wish. If it is within my power, I shall grant it.”

 

[Garnet]

The cheering of the crowd and the heat of the sun was disorienting. It wasn't as if she was used to seeing natural light after her year locked up. As she stood hands clasped behind her straight back, she took a moment to process things. Even she was done, she felt more in control and opened her eyes to find her little Prince staring at her with such a wonderful expression. How was she supposed to refrain from licking her lips at that?

As the king approached she smiled demurely. "Thank you your Highness, I'm honoured to be in your presence." No matter how sweet her voice may have been, that hungry glint in her eyes still gave her a frightening air of power even as she bowed to the king. She strode forward feeling the tension in the silence of the crowd as she began to speak. "I no longer wish to be a prisoner or a criminal. What I want is a warm bed and a husband to share it with." There was murmurs running through the crowd as she paused. "So with that in mind, I ask for Prince Randolph as my prize. If that is something your Highness has the power to give me?" How her voice was able to keep her own smugness and teasing out was a miracle.

There was one final moment of silent before hisses and whispers filled the arena. The king stared down at his former prisoner. Well, that wasn't a request he had expected but it wasn't unheard of for champions to win the hand of a royal. That little smirk tugging at the curvaceous woman's lips was almost charming and she certainly had skill... He glanced at his son who had spent the match slurping wine and sneering. Randolph's bodyguard was starting to lose his patience with the little brat too...hm.

"Haha very well then champion. That is indeed in my power. Now what is the name of my future daughter in law?" Laughed the king.

"Amelia Furon, your Highness." The next thing the brunette knew, the king was raising her hand as the crowd's cheers reached deafening.

"Now son, why don't you give your a fiancee a victory kiss?"

 

[VerboseVillain]

Gods, her voice got under his skin. It was grating and high-pitched and far too full of confidence for a peasant. She stood there like a damned knight in an audience with the King. She didn’t deserve to have an audience with the business end of a privvy. All of this was ridiculous.

He yawned as her and the king discussed her boon. Some inane bauble or other. The King’s question took him off guard, and it took him a few moments to rewind the last few seconds in his mind. She’d asked for...his hand in marriage? And his father had granted it! What in the thrice-damned...

“Father, it’s mean to play a trick on such a lowly peasant. Promising something that you won’t follow through on. I refuse to play along with it. The woman can go do whatever it is thuggish boors do.”

The King smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh no, son, this is serious. You need to produce an heir to ensure the succession, and since none of the other options have appealed to you...”

“Fine!” The Prince pouted. “I’ll marry whatever empty-headed royal ninny that you want. Just not her.” He pointed at Amelia.

The King shook his head. “You’ve already nearly started war with three kingdoms over your courting practices, son. I won’t risk you insulting our neighbors further by inviting their daughters back just so you can be late to meals and compare them to your favorite horses. I’m sure you’ll find love with this woman if you really give her a chance...”

Randolph’s face turned from sour to a rock wall of rage. “No! You don’t understand. I am not getting married to this tramp.” He stood, goblets in both hands. “Look at her, standing there like a fucking raccoon eyeing a pie on a windowsill. You are wrong, rather. This is stupid!” Randolph threw a goblet at the wall, splattering wine over the Queen’s dress. “I am not and will not do anything with this woman. She gets anywhere close to me and I’m putting my rapier through her chest.”

The crowd gasped and the King looked serious. “Murder is a serious offense, son, and—“

Randolph bellowed, “And I have a right to my self defense! If you want to lock up your only heir, father, we can see just how well you can get anything while I’m in chains.”

“You!” Randolph threw his other goblet at Amelia. “Go find some tavern or something to occupy that wicked mouth of yours. You overreached. You will not be getting anything today.”

The Prince stormed off to his private chambers, shoving a guard that tried to stop him. His eyes blazed, and his hand kept going for the rapier that would normally be at his side, but which was removed whenever he was near the King. He had to get back and get a weapon. And if he saw Amelia again, she would die by his hand.

 

[Garnet]

Urg, why did such a pretty face have to have an ass for a mouth? He was just as petulant as she remembered. So much so that she could hide the look of disgust from her face. Petty little prince. Just because her blood wasn't blue didn't make her worth any less when compared with her mind and skill. That would just have to be something she would have to teach him. For now though, she stayed silent, allowing the king to deal with his spawn while her grin grew across that pretty face.

Tramp? Oh dear, he would pay for that little jab. It was getting harder and harder to hold her tongue and not run her blade down the seam of his clothes. Stripping his son in front of a crowd might not be the best start for her relationship...with her new father in law. It wasn't as if that little brat had any real power after all.

As the first goblet crashed against the wall, Amelia's pretty face twisted into a sneer. God above he was behaving like a child! It was pitiful and she couldn't help but feel sorry for his mother who seemed far too used to his temper tantrums.

"Haha...oh please princeling, you wouldn't be able to lay a scratch on my person. With that temper of yours, I can see why no noble want to continuing offering up their daughters to a man child." Her laugh helped cut through some of the tension filling the crowd at his death threat to the kingdoms champion. After all, the buxom redhead had just fought her way through a slew of hardened criminals, she wouldn't be so easy to kill.

"How childish..." She snorted deflecting the cup thrown at her with the blunt edge of her sword sending it crashing close to his feet. She hoped it would stain him. "Well, I did expect a feisty trophy when I asked for him." She chuckled as he walked out. Her head was held high and get back straight, she oozed confidence not unlike a victorious knight preparing for battle.

"I assure you that I won't allow myself to be slain nor will I cause your heir any harm your Highnesses." Swore the bubble butted mercenary placing her hand on her heart as she added the king and queen. Inside she was far more annoyed than she allowed anyone to see. "But perhaps a courtship should be conducted in more of a private setting." She chuckled glancing meaningfully at the crowd.

"Ah...yes you're quite right Amelia." The king replied before turning and raising her arm to the crowd once more proclaiming her as champion before she was allowed to follow after her Prince with promise of a room being prepared for her near his.

If it wasn't for Randolph's loud stomping and cursing, she might not have been able to follow him so quickly. This place was huge... Once she spotted him at the end of anther grand hallways she decided to call out to him with a sharp whistle.

"Oh your highness~ do I have time to change out of these rags before our duel? Speaking of, I'd prefer to get that over with soon. Let's say first person to disarm the other wins him? Now where can I get something to eat?" She called before printing patting her awfully empty stomach with a sigh.

 

[VerboseVillain]

Stone and sconce flew by the Prince as he marched his way to his rooms. Tapestries fluttered as he went by, the battles depicted upon them waging anew as his passing disturbed them. Left at the fork. Right at the dead end. Pass two cross-ways, knocking over a servant in the process. No time to stop for aid. He must arm himself immediately.

Finally, he made it to his suite. Fine furniture and a four-post bed dominated the room. A trophy gleamed from the top of his wardrobe, only marred by the small scarf knit by the orphans just inside the castle walls. They were the one luxury permitted by his father, children left at temple doors and arrested for running the streets. Naturally, they made a great audience for his dueling matches.

Randolph went for his weapon chest, pulling out various blade. Hmm, this one was too light. Great for pinking an opponent during first blood matches, but not near enough to run them through. This one was too heavy, used to increase his wrist strength but would slow him in battle.

Ah, this was the one. Bell guard with a sturdy point made to punch through armor. The Prince went en garde and waited for the woman to make it through the door.

 

[Garnet]

Ugh that little boy was fast. If it wasn't for the noise of his petulant stomping and a trail of nervous startled servants, she might not of caught him. The plush surroundings made her spin slowly as she tailed him taking in the artistry of every aspect of the grand hallways. A little giggle slipped out of the former bandit at the feel of being able to move again freely. She hates her cell and frankly didn't like staying in one place for too long but if she had to choose, then a palace wouldn't be too bad. She wasn't going to let a brat like him ruin her chance. The Fool didn't even know what he had!

"Ug... pathetic. Too afraid to face me in a real duel I see. Very well." Sighed Amelia dodging back to avoid any initial stabbing he might try. She unsheathed her sabre placing one hand behind her back in a fist. The slight curve of the blade and it's weight might as well have been another part of her arm, the large bell guard was a raised design of a ship with its sails full. It was the same sword she had used that faithful night and couldn't help wonder if her noticed before she did a half spin out of the way of his blade.

Just like her matches, the brunette used a playful dancer's grace to dodge and parry his strikes. Suddenly the playful air around her disappeared and she lunged forward stroking his blade hard twisting her sword against his before shoving him against the door frame. Her leg hooked his and tugged hard to see if she could get him down. All the while, her guard was up and her plain sword continued hissing against his gleaming blade.

 

[VerboseVillain]

His strikes were fast. Strategic. And infuriatingly ineffective. He was the Champion Duelest of the Court. There should have been no way that a thuggish tartlet could have competed with him! But she more than competed with him.

His eyes glanced between the blades and her eyes. Eyes that he’d seen every night in every dream since they’d met. Eyes that were fierce. And kind. And alluring. Eyes that brought forth feelings so long buried that he could scarce relate to them. But they were still there.

With his distraction, her quick takedown caught him off-guard. He found himself yelping as he cantered to one side and then falling. A quick grunt escaped his lips as she fell on top of him, a situation that he found surprisingly pleasurable. To his shock, her soft hip ground against his hardening cock as they wrestled. His balls tingled with the sensations of her body.

With a grunt, he said, “Get off of me, foul woman!” There was a pleading note to his voice that came from his desperation to regain control from his instincts.

 

[Garnet]

Amelia may have fought without mercy but there wasn't malice behind her strikes or at least she wasn't showing Randolph himself that. He was still that cute little prince who stared at her like she was some species he had never seen before. The way his body had reacted on that night still played in her head as did the sound of his innocent gasps. The buxom bandit could hardly cause someone with such capacity for sweetness pain but she wasn't about to let him stab her either. He would just have to learn to curb his arrogance and he may just become a good little lover.

"Aw you're like a puppy howling and barking to sound big in front of a wolf. It could be endearing if you weren't so prudish." She laughed as they tumbled to the floor. The first thing she focused on was striking that sword out of his grasp having to suddenly shift and squash her breasts against his face to toss away the blade. Her hips sank against his as she moved back down pressing the tip of her blade against his throat. "Isn't this nostalgic? You're so cute like this but I'd prefer a different ending this time."

The blade was moved from his throat and tossed aside out of reach before her now free hand cupped his cheek. It was tempting to just admire that sharp jaw and those eyes bright with indignation and something...else. Amelia ran her thumb against his bottom lip with a giggle before replacing it with her lips gently sucking and pushing against his mouth. Her hips rolled back grinding against her hips while her hand snaked up his body and tangled in his hair. The softness of her warm bust could just be felt through her clothes as she tugged off her beaten leather breastplate. It was practically falling off already.

"I win." She grinned before slipping her tongue into his mouth. Her kiss was demanding but she seemed to be coaxing him into kissing her back. The heat building between them was wonderful and seemed to heighten the anticipation she was feeling. All the pent up energy Amelia had been forced to store during her captivity was finally getting an outlet as her grinding and rubbing grew more intense. Randolph had put her in that cell, he would just have to deal with the consequences of that. Still, it would be anticlimactic to just pounce on him, better for him to warm up to her.

Amelia slowly pulled back with a silver string connecting their lips and one final audible suck before sitting up. "Was that duel to your satisfaction? Or do I need to prove myself further? I promise that I'm much more fun than any blueblooded virgin you might have been offered." The playful way she seemed to soften her tone and words might have been a kindness, it wasn't her intent to harm him after all. "I want a bath and I need some new clothes." Amelia said bending down to give him a quick peck on the lips, resting her hands on his thighs and leaning back as though she hadn't been mid way through ravaging him mere moments prior.

 

[VerboseVillain]

The sudden invasion of his mouth took his breath away, and for a brief moment, he stopped struggling. All he could feel was her soft body against his, grinding against him. The smell of her hair driving him crazy.

Then she suddenly pulled away, leaving him panting heavily. He looked up at her, fighting down the instinct to marvel at this beautiful woman on top of him. “You would need a bath, you dirty tramp. I’ll take you over to the bathhouse, just for the sake of my nose.” He sniffed deliberately, although whatever went through his nostrils only made his pants a tighter fit.

Randolph roller her off of him, although with no small amount of regret. He got up and went to the door, ready to lead her to the bathhouse. The trip was uneventful, although it required them to go to a separate building outside of the keep but inside the castle walls. Large bronze tubs dominated the space, while fires kept buckets of hot water steaming. Randolph looked at Amelia. “So, a hot or cold bath?”

 

[Garnet]

Amelia licked her lips looking down and the flushed breathless prince. Maybe he had been worth the wait. "You're really cute Randolph. I can't wait to really play with you." She giggled poking his cheek softly.

"Destroying a prison full of potential champions will make a girl build up a sweat." She replied not letting his insult wipe the smile from her face. It was hard to take his foul mouth seriously when the rest of his body clearly didn't agree with it. She grabbed and sheathed her sword before following him out lagging behind a little to take in her new luxurious settings. She knew she would have to memorize the layout of the palace and any possible escape routes of course. She still had the mindset of a mercenary after all.

"Hot. Are you joining me? I tend to favour springs and public baths so I might get lonely." teased the brunette bumping her hip against his. "Or are you going to fetch me some new clothes?" Amelia was already working on removing her guards and her arms and knees before she stripped off her shirt leaving her in her bindings around her chest and exposing the top of her wide hips and her stomach. In the crook of her waist was a tattoy of a black circle framing waves mid crash.

"Any place I can keep my sword? " She asked while dropping her shirt to the ground having a look around casually despite her now being half dressed.

 

[VerboseVillain]

Randolph’s eyes bugged out as he felt her warm curves touch his hip. When he turned to look, she’d already taken her shirt off, and he struggled to look away. The gentle sway of her breasts had finished the discomfort that their little wrestling match had started. His pelvis twisted oddly as he tried to keep the sensitive lust in his pants from being stimulated.

“I supposed that I’d better make sure you don’t steal anything.” He did his best to only see her from the corner of his eye, but kept feeling his head turn slightly to see her better. “And I’ll need to show you how to do things. I suppose that my father will have to get you a handmaiden eventually, but it will be difficult with your past.”

He took the sword almost instinctively, like he would with any sparring partner. As he did so, he caught sight of a delicious valley at the top of her bindings, and his face quickly turned red. He turned away. “I’ll find a proper place for this away from the bath.”

The prince walked over to one corner and set her sword down. Then he walked over to the buckets of hot water and carried one to an empty tub. Dumping it in, he rapidly filled it with hot water, although he tempered it expertly with the cold water. He’d seen this done enough, and he didn’t doubt that Amelia would burn herself or knock over the tub or do something else annoying that he’d have to fix.

 

[Garnet]

"Why would I bother stealing when I just won the best prize in the palace?" She asked in a teasingly coy voice wrapping her arms round his waist from behind and giving him a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. She quickly disentangled herself to look around the baths wandering through the steaming room. She returned after confirming that they were the only ones there and laid at the edge of the bath watching him fill it up.

Amelia delicately ran her fingertips through the water finding it to be pleasant taking it out when he dumped more in. She was quite content laying on the edge of the water watching him like a sleepy cat. "You're quite good at this Ran. It smells so nice~. Are you getting in with me?" She asked stretching out on her back and pulling off her boots. While he went to grab the final bucket, she shimmied out of her trousers and underwear. When he turned Juniper was sitting with her knees pulled up to her now bare chest, naked as the day she was born. She looked up at him with a small smile as though she wasn't sitting there completely bare.

"I'll get in then. Thanks for drawing me a bath." She smiled sliding in with a moan loving the almost agonizing bliss of the hot water curling around her exhausted body. "Gods~ this is amazing!" Groaned the bandit dunking her head under the water and popping up at the side of the bath to give him a bright grin and a soft giggle. She really had escaped that damn cell! Amelia wouldn't admit it, but there were tears in her eyes from pure relief.

 

[VerboseVillain]

The sudden contact on his back made Randolph seize up. The last time that he’d had any sort of real physical affection had been...age ten? Twelve? He didn’t really remember. His family wasn’t much for public displays, and the most physical contact that he had was in mock combat.

When she began to remove her clothing, his face reddened, and he shuddered as a sudden spike of pleasure came from his crotch. She wanted him to...get in? Why, so she could take him off guard? Possibly drown him!

Still, he supposed that he would need to help her bathe. He doubted that a tramp like her had any concept on what to do with a bar of soap. Looking down, he realized that he was wearing his favorite doublet and breeches. Velvet-lined, they would be ruined if they got wet. And doubtless, she’d splash him just to torment him.

“I’ll help you to bathe, but don’t get any ideas. This is still just so that I don’t have to deal with your smell all day.” He removed his outerwear, only leaving a white wrap around his loins. It was painfully obvious that he was enjoying his surprise fiancé’s presence, even if he tried to hide it the best he could.

Soap that smelled of sandalwood and a rag were kept in a bin near the door, so he retrieve those. Also a towel, so that she wouldn’t be dripping water all over the floor. “Now let me see your back. That’s usually the best place to start because so few people wash it.”

 

[Garnet]

"Fine fine, although I'm not opposed to you joining me. The water feels amazing!" She chuckled lifting one long leg out of the water and stretching it out as she dunked her head back under the water. Luckily it wasn't completely clear, but the outline of her body could be easily seen.

It was a struggle to keep quiet about that cute blush flooding the Prince's face but are just managed by slinking down in the water to hide her smile. Amelia relaxed into the warmth closing her eyes and starting to show work the tangles out of her hair. Now she was technically a royal, she might just grow out those chestnut locks. When she opened her eyes, lips parted to say something that was caught in her throat at the sight of him stripped.

"Well what a nice surprise. I wasn't expecting to see my fiance so...exposed before our wedding." She giggled after taking a moment to recover with her own cheeks flushed pink. "Alright...but considering I've been thrown around a ring for most of today, you'll have to be gentle. I might pull you in if I'm startled." The playfulness she had disappeared for a moment as she stared at him like a cat weighing up whether to flee or hiss. Slowly she turned around exposing her back. Small bruises trailed down her spine to a scar at the small of her back, the last little reminder of her time in the prison and one final harsh beating.

"Mm that feels nice. So, are you starting to warm up to me? You're awfully cute for a noble you know?" Chuckled Amelia leaning her head back to give him a peck on the cheek. If he was paying attention to her body, he would see how she would draw her shoulders back when the rag ran across her spine and how that made her heavy breasts rise from the water.

 

[VerboseVillain]

As that graceful leg rose from the water, something primal and masculine arose in Randolph. An instinct far more powerful than the arrogance and pride of a petty prince. His body went rigid, and his nose flared as he took deep breaths in an effort to steady himself. Sweet acidic lust burned in his veins, and he finally managed to close his eyes so that he could slow the world down.

One inhale. Two. Three. He nearly shook with the effort to simply stand there and not jump in after his fiancé. Control, Prince. Control. That was the key to combat. To victory.

Once he’d managed to calm down, he advanced to wash the woman’s back. He winced as his eyes traveled over the bruises and injuries from her time in prison, as well as in the tournament. She’d been through a great deal in the past year. It nearly cracked his defensive pride, but a long smooth motion down her back let him refocus.

Then he saw the swell of her breasts begin to rise in the water, and his sight nearly shut down. He bit his lip as his loincloth became incredibly tight. Shutting his eyes, he tried to continue blind to the beauty before him, but he accidentally brought the washrag too high, spilling water over her shoulder and down her cleavage.

“Oh, I’m sorry...” He opened his eyes only to see that valley now glistening with fresh water. Sweet pain came from his crotch, and he froze, eyes focused on her soft flesh while a whimper of need escaped his lips.

 

[Garnet]

"Nng...there, just like that..." She hissed relaxing her back as he began drawing the cloth across her skin. Her shoulders rolled back to relieve some of the tension in her body before giving herself over to his touch. The normally ever vigilant bandit was unaware of the Prince's discomfort as she let herself feel blissful in the bath. Soft high little breaths pushed their way out of her plump lips when he would hit a more sensitive spot of her back. She swung her legs slowly in the bath dipping her head back with a soft smile.

It had been a long time since she had been able to relax in front of someone. The last time she had, Amelia was with her gang drinking on a stolen ship and enjoying the spoils as much as possible before they had to bring it's cargo to some lord. She wondered how that lot were doing with her gone. Hopefully well...

"It's okay. Hey...is something wrong?" She asked eyes fluttering open as he spilled water down her front. The cooling water had her pale pink buds standing to attention and with droplets running down her slightly sleepy face, she seemed far more an innocent maiden than a hardened mercenary. "Ohh..." murmured the bandit seeing the tent he was pitching and the flushed desperate look on the Prince's face. He looked so needy that his expression could be easily mistaken for pain had it not been for the naked brunette bathing in front of him.

"You could have told me you know? I don't wish to cause you any pain. Besides, I think I need some practice fulfilling my wifely duties." She was glad the bath was so deep as she turned kneeling to face him resting her hand on his knee. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think this is the first time you've seen a woman naked." An odd sweetness passed over her expression, she meant it when she said she didn't want to hurt him. She was sick of doing that.

Amelia tugged him closer pressing her breasts against his thighs. She slowly licked her lips as her hand cupped his member feeling how stiff he had gotten. "Don't worry, I won't break wedlock but there are things I can do to help you. If you want that help of course~" Her hand slipped into his loincloth curling around the hot flesh of his manhood to stroke.

 

[VerboseVillain]

His eyes fixed to those pink buds, rising and falling in the glittering surface of the water. Small eddies swirled around every curve, each soft point forming a small semi-circular wave in the water. His mouth grew very dry as his body forgot to do everything but breathe and pump that harsh desire through his every pore.

When she turned to look at him, his pupils dilated as they followed the sway of the liquid around her. A vortex of soft flesh and pure water had sucked his entire world away, leaving his pounding heart to keep him standing. The question struck him like a dart in the dead of night.

"I...oh...I...umm." His face grew deeply red, knowing that she'd caught him staring at her. Not even the most devious social climber had gone as far as this. He'd caught a visiting princess bathing once. When he'd told her that, not only was he not peeping on her, he'd never desire to see the sight again, she'd run crying for the diplomats' quarters. An odd reaction, since she'd objected so vehemently to him seeing her in the first place.

But not only was his fiance completely comfortable under his gaze, she'd turn to look at him, brazenly speaking to him of wifely duties. "No, nothing is wrong. I just find it hard to think for the moment. This is all so very odd. I...hnnrrgghh." Those perfect curves were pressed against his thighs, and suddenly he had a very hard time remaining standing.

He marveled at her kind expression, and then suddenly his eyes went wide when he felt her soft grip on his shaft. A low groan came unbidden from his lips and his hands fell to his sides. Wonderous waves of pleasure came from her touch to match the motion of the water as she took control of the most intimate sensations that he'd ever experienced.