A Mater of Honor

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A closed tale for CrimsonMaiden and cgraven


We think today of romantic love and marriage, what young girl has not dreamed of her Prince Charming? We all have grown up with the stories of Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and the list goes on and on. Yet the reality of Royal marriage is something quite different, marriages where arranged for political reasons, to cement treaties, to end wars. Love or even physical attraction had nothing to do with the marriages of the Royals. The bride of course had to be chaste, virginal, the Groom well he had no such restrictions on his conduct. Our story is one of a Mater of Honor, to cement a treaty, for the benefit of two small kingdoms, awash in a sea of enemies.

Arch Duke Michael was bored; his gaze rested upon the helpless chambermaid, a girl barely out of her teens, she would back a delightful afternoon’s diversion, if she was willing so much the better if not it was of little concern to him, for after all he was bored.

Boris Ivanavich chamberlain to King Stephen, knocked on the Arch Duke’s door.

“Your highest your father the king requires your presence.”

Boris Ivanavich saw Arch Duke Michael’s latest conquest cowering on his bed, her gown ripped, her flawless cheeks stained with tears. The chamberlain shuttered at the prospects that this libertine would some day rule.

“The King requires your immediate attendance Highness.”

Arch Duke Michael pulled on his breeches and patted the girl’s naked derrière and tossed her a golden sovereign.

“Very well Boris.”

Michael appeared before his Father an hour later with a low courtly bow.

“Your Majesty.”

The meeting was not what the Arch Duke had expected rather than another lecture on his failings as a prince and a son King Stephen simply informed his son that he was to be married. Michael began to protest but was silenced by a wave of his fathers had.

It is a Matter of Honor Michael there will be no arguments this time.

Arch Duke Michael knew that his time he would not be able to avoid the odious chore that was the fate of all heirs apparent. His quick temper flared in his hazel eyes, his ginger hair bristled, but he knew there was no avoiding his duty.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Lady Liliana Anora, Princess of Caravel

Birds tweetered sweetly in the trees as the soft wind gently stirred the ebony curls framing Liliana's alabaster face. The heady fragrance of the mixed blossoms in the garden scented the air. Liliana lounged on the soft carpet of the lush green grass. Had she been sitting on one of the benches like a proper Princess should, the long flowing dress of green silk would have covered her slim, shapely legs. However, the position of her body on the ground caused the dress to ride midway up her creamy thighs, giving anyone who passed by an expansive view of her long legs and a barest hint of what lay underneath the rich green material. The bodice fit snugly against her skin, pushing her breasts high, the swell of them peeking from the dipping neckline. Her father would have a fit if he saw her. Women of her stature were not supposed to do anything but appear prim and proper unless alone in their private bed chamber. The way she was sprawled upon the grass looked anything but proper.

Liliana often did things which earned her father's disapproval. Her fiery spirit and inability to conform to the rules of society were forever getting her in trouble. Liliana, you should act more like a proper lady. Liliana sit upright with your feet on the floor. Liliana, act like a proper Princess!! Her father nagged her constantly. He blamed her royal shortcomings on the loss of her mother at an early age. Not remarrying and having the proper role model for Liliana was something King Lorith regretted.

She escaped to the gardens as often as possible. Having just recently celebrated her 18th year of life, Liliana was pressured with increasing frequency by her father to entertain suitors in search of a life mate. Her father's health declined steadily with each passing day, which weakened the kingdom. Unless Liliana wed soon, giving the kingdom a strong male leader, the threat of invasion by a stronger country would be inevitable.

The reality did not penetrate Liliana's young mind. She thought her father either paranoid or using the story to intimidate her into choosing a mate. The thought of her kingdom or herself falling in harm's way seemed ridiculous in her mind. Caravel was a strong country and surely could not fall to such treachery.

Little did Liliana know danger lurked closer than she ever imagined.

 

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Her fate is sealed

Grand Duke Boris Ivanavich, chamberlain to King Stephen Lord of Ruska, carried the treaty to Lorith King of Caravel. In essence the treaty accepted Lorith’s proposal that the two kingdoms be united in a mutual defense, that the heritor heirs of Ruska, Arch Duke Michael, and of Caravel, Princess Liliana, be married and Arch Duke Michael be declared heir to Caravel’s throne. Grand Duke Boris’s mission was not as simple as just delivering the treaty for it was of course conditional on the suitability of the bride, that she was young calmly and chaste. He also bore a miniature portrait of the Grand Duke.

King Lorith studied the portrait, and saw a man powerfully built, in his late forties with just a touch of sliver in his ginger hair at the temples. He laid the miniature aside and with a sigh set his royal seal to the treaty. With that simple act the future of Caravel was secured and the fate of his daughter Liliana sealed.

Lorith called his daughter to him for Grand Duke Boris Ivanavich inspection as to her suitability, and that of the Royal physician of Ruska to insure the girl was in fact a virgin. He had warned Liliana that she would submit to his will for it was after all a Matter of Honor for he had given his word.

The marriage was set for two months hence and other than her portrait, neither she nor her intended would not see her until the day of their wedding.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

Liliana heard soft footsteps coming towards her but she did not bother to cover herself. Her maid was the only one who ever came into the gardens while she was there.

"Excuse me M'lady," the maid said as she bowed before Liliana. "Your father requests your presence."

Inwardly, Liliana groaned. "Time for another lecture about finding a mate," she thought.

Upon entering her father's private study, where he tended to most of the kingdom's business matters, she saw a stranger standing near her father's massive oak desk. King Lorith introduced the man and explained his presence.

Liliana's anger grew with each spoken word and her body trembled with rage as her father reached the end of his explanation. "You did WHAT?"

"Calm down Liliana. You gave me no choice. Any time I mentioned you finding a mate on your own, I got nothing but indifference. The safety of Caravel depended on finding a worthy King. Since you refused to entertain suitors, I took matters into my own hand. An agreement has been reached and you will submit to my will. I have given my word and placed my seal upon the parchment. It's now a matter of honor."

Liliana's alabaster cheeks were stained red from the blood boiling in her veins. Protesting would be a waste of breath, so she remained silent, but her anger was evident in the flush of her face and the rigidity of her body as she stood on the stone floor.

"There is a doctor waiting in your bed chamber. Confirmation of your innocence is a condition of the agreement." Upon seeing the look of alarm cross her face, "Don't worry, your maid will be in attendance. Oh... one other thing." His outstretched hand held a picture. "It's your betrothed."

Liliana snatched the miniature out of his hand, not bothering to look at it, before she turned and stormed from the room. How dare he pick a mate for me! she raged within.

When she entered her bed chamber, she saw her maid and a man she assumed to be the doctor. Both bowed deeply as she entered the room. At least he had the deceny to bow.

"I'm sorry m'Lady, but I must perform the examination. If you will lie down on the bed, I will get this over with as quickly as possible."

Liliana did not want any of this, but she knew there was no choice. With an air of resignation, she climbed up on the huge four poster bed and sank into the fluffy bedcovers as she lay back.

"You do not have to worry about being uncovered," the doctor assured. "I only need to check for the protective barrier. I can do that without baring your sex."

Liliana's face blushed crimson as the doctor's hand slipped under the hem of her dress and slid up her leg. "I'm sorry m'Lady, but you must part your legs." Tears of humiliation slid down her cheeks as she complied. She jumped as his fingers brushed against her sex, their skin only separated by the thin lace of her undergarment. When his finger pulled the undergarment aside, Liliana screwed her eyes shut and willed herself to a far away place. She shuddered when his finger slid inside her moist entrance.

True to his word, it was over quickly and the doctor removed his finger. With another muted "sorry" he took his leave and went to inform the Grand Duke that Lilian's virginity was intact.

Liliana curled up in a fetal position on her bed, tears streaming down her face as the indignity of the entire ordeal crashed through her. Her shoulders shook as the sobs wracked her body, stilling only when Liliana cried herself to sleep.

 

[cgraven]

Caravel was a warm sunny kingdom by the sea and the people where urbane, sophisticated, worldly in their tastes because of the many trading vessels that called at its ports. All the goods of the known world were there in the Capital’s teaming markets. Ruska on the other hand lay well inland to the west; the cold winds off the northern sea of ice blew with the ferocity of a tiger across its broad even plains, True the country was crisscrossed with mighty rivers, yet Ruska’s only port was ice bound for more than half the year. Her people where backwards, provincial in comparison to those of Caravel, there dress old fashioned, long flowing woolen or silken gowns worn over their breeches, the men wore great breads, a style long out of fashion in Caravel. Yet this was the land where Princess Liliana was bound for, the land of her future husband Arch Duke Michael. To say the least Ruska was a harsh country of extremes.

Arch Duke Michael had accepted his fate with rare good grace, for it could prove deadly to throat the will of King Stephen. He amused himself with a string of minor conquests as he waited the three month for winter to slacken its grip. He saw the fact that he was to wed little reason to fore go the carnal pleasures that the household maids, or for that fact the daughters of the minor nobility could offer, after all Ruska’s winter was long and his bed was cold if not warmed by a pretty young maid.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

For the first month following the signing of the marriage treaty, the castle was aflutter with preparations for the month long trip to Ruska. Many tailors were brought in to fashion a new, warmer wardrobe for Liliana since the winters in Ruska were harsh and lasted for half a year. Lilian refused to sit for measurments and fittings, so the tailors had to go by the measurements of her existing dresses.

She even refused to sit for the fitting of her wedding gown. "You may be able to force me to marry, but you cannot force me to stand still for hours and be used as a clothing dummy," she retorted when her father reprimanded her.

Finally, it came time for the group to depart to Ruska. Liliana's maid would be accompanying her and would remain with her in her new home while the rest of the group returned home. Her father was also in attendance, along with several other servants and noblemen. The first leg of the journey was by ship and Liliana spent most of the trip sitting on deck, listless and unmoving. They would not be able to dock in Ruska because the port was inaccessible during this time of year. Instead they would dock in another kingdom and cover the remaining distance by wagon caravan.

On the final days of the ship journey, Liliana seemed to gain some of her spirit back. No one knew it was because she had hatched a plan in her mind... a plan of escape.

Rationally, she knew she didn't stand much of a chance, but she could not bear the thought of spending her lifetime in a place such as Ruska. She was accustomed to sunny days, warm breezes, beautiful gardens, and the sounds of birds singing sweetly in the trees. The thought of living in the dismal land of gloomy gray skies, snow, and ice set her heart sinking like a stone.

The ship docked without incident and the traveling group transitioned to the covered caravans. They traveled by day and made camp by night, the servants lighting several fires and warming stones to keep their Masters and Mistress warm. Liliana studied the flow and ebb of the camp and took notice of the busiest time when no one seemed to be watching her. On the fifth day of land travel, she seized the opportunity and slipped quietly from camp, carrying a sack she had been secretly stocking with food for the last several days.

She retraced the path of their journey, hoping to be able to book passage on a ship back to Caravel.

 

[cgraven]

“Silly Little child”

Grand Duke Boris Ivanavich muttered when Captain Tarvarish informed him that Arch Duke Michael’s bride to be had run off like some silly little Milk Maid.

Of course King Lorith had not mentioned that his head strong young daughter had taken flight. Ivanavich was sure that Lorith would be taking steps to retrieve the girl but still he doubted the old man would deal with the matter effectively.

“Captain Tarvarish send a section of Tartar horsemen after the girl, have them put the fear of God into this willful wench, mid you her virginity must remain in tact, But humble her make sure we have no repeats of this behavior.”

Tarvarish dispatched five trusted Tartar, their small steeds from the trackless steps of Ruska flew across the country side. Their keen eyes had no trouble picking up Liliana’s trail. Their horses thundered down of the young beauty, she was soon surrounded, the five tartar effortlessly swung down from their mounts, their dark brooding eyes drinking in the young girl’s beauty. The Sergeant arms encircled Liliana’s waist and his lips claimed hers, then he shoved her into the arms of a corporal who’s hands cupped her firm young breasts. The terrified young beauty was pushed from man to man, hands reached out ripping at her dress. Slowly they stripped the young Princess till she was huddled on the dusty road naked as the day she was born. They leered down at her.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

Liliana kept to the main road, scurrying out of sight whenever she heard anyone approaching. The going was much slower than in a wagon. Within a few days, Liliana's food ran out. She stumbled down the roadway, barely aware of where she was or where she was going. Suddenly, the thunderous sounds of hooves permeated her consciousness.

Five men on horseback surrounded her before she had a chance to scurry into the underbrush beside the road. They jumped off their horses and one grabbed her around the waist and crushed her mouth beneath his. Breaking the kiss, she shoved her into the arms of another who grabbed her breasts, before shoving her on to the next man.

Terror caused her heart to hammer in her chest and sobs wracked her body as the men shoved her from on to another, each grabbing onto her, pieces of her clothing tearing off her their hands as she was shoved to the next. They didn't stop until she was huddled naked in the road, tears rolling down her cheeks.

 

[cgraven]

Liliana’s heart to hammer in her chest, as sobs wracked her supple virginal body, and tears shimmered on her flawless cheeks, now crimson with her shame. The Tarter horsemen looked down upon the stunning young beauty their lust quite apparent from the bulge in their riding breeches, suddenly heated argument erupted, their speech strange, guttural and so foreign to the virginal princes of Caravel. Two men grabbed her delicate wrists, another two her trim ankles, they stretched the innocent young beauty spread eagled in the dusty road, Liliana’s desperate pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as her sweet innocent charms lewdly displayed to them. The sergeant began to loosen his breeches as he step between Liliana’s painfully stretched alabaster thighs, the tip of his raging cock brushed her soft silken neither lips.

The blare of a trumpet, the thundering of horses’ hooves, fear in the eyes of the young princess’s captors. Running they sprung to their saddles, and flew away as quickly as they had appeared. A tall Captain of cavalry, wearing the uniform of Ruska, swung down from his saddle and covered the girl’s nakedness with his cloak.

“Princess Liliana you are safe now.”

He cradled the young noble woman in his arms, sat her upon his saddle, and then mounted. Captain Tarvarish brought the terrified young girl back to her father King Lorith. The wicked glance that passed between the Captain and Grand Duke Boris Ivanavich confirmed that his mission had been a success, that this hauty Princess from Caravel had been properly humbled.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

Liliana lay huddled on the dusty road, her skin dotted with goosebumps as she grew chilled from the cool air. Tears rolled down her face, leaving a wet salty trail. She eyed her captors fearfully, noticing the odd way their trousers tented as if something strained to escape from them. Suddenly, fierce arguing broke out among the group.

The language barrier kept her from being able to understand what they were saying, but she knew it must be about her. The heated voices died almost as abruptly as they began and four men cirlced around her body. Two stopped at her head and grabbed her dainty wrists roughly between calloused fingers of their strong hands. At the same time, the other two had come to a stop at her feet, grabbing her petite ankles. The four men pulled her body, stretching it tautly as they spread her legs wide.

Trembling in fear, Liliana begged and pleaded for them to let her go, but her pleas were ignored. Shame flushed her body crimson as the men leered upon her nakedness, her pert breasts jutting from her chest, the nipples hardened from the chill air. Her spread legs offered a clear view of her virgin pussy, the rosy lips parted just enough for the men to catch a glimpse of her tight opening.

One of the men moved between her legs and dropped his trousers. Liliana fought desperately, writhing within the strong hands of her captors. Her fiery hair tossed to and fro as her head thrashed from side to side. "No, no, no... please no," she cried as his manhood sprang forth, veiny and hard, the plump head an angry plum. She screwed her eyes shut, tears spilling from the clamped lids as he rubbed his thick manhood against her slit.

A blaring trumpeting split the air and Liliana's captors released her and scurried quickly away, like the rats they were. She hugged her knees to her chest and a Ruskan solider flew from his horse and draped his cloak around her body, covering her nakedness.

“Princess Liliana you are safe now.” He scooped her off the ground, cradling her in his arms and then placing her upon the saddle before mounting his steed. The horse thundered away, carrying her safely back to the arms of her father, who awaited in her betrothed's home.

Huddled beneath warm blankets, Liliana remained stone faced as her father berated her. "What were you thinking my child? There's no telling what might have happend to you."

Liliana had been rushed into a room and deposited between the heated coverings of the bed before her father had been allowed entrance. Somehow, Liliana thought he must not know of her situation when the calvary came upon her. A shiver raced through her at the memory of the men's leering faces and their rough treatment of her body.

Despite her rage at the arranged marriage and her dislike of her new home, she knew there was no chance of escape. The first attempt had taught her well what dangers might befall an unaccompanied woman. She would rather die than experience that again. She sighed heavily. Tomorrow, she would be wed to a man she had never seen, her anger had kept her from even looking at the picture given to her of the groom. Regardless, she would be married to him... whether she liked it or not.

 

[cgraven]

The wayward Little Prince had arrived stripped naked, covered only by the cloak of Captain Tarvarish to be returned to her father King Lorith who seemed more concerned with the possibility that her virginity might have been compromised which would spell ruin to his carefully laid plans for the survival of his kingdom.

"What were you thinking my child? There's no telling what might have happened to you."


While this little drama was being played out in the small place of the eastern court, Arch Duke Michael leisure stretched as he awoke to his wedding day. His hand came down with a resounding;

WHACK on the bare rump of the poor little chamber maid that had caught his attention the night before. His lips brushed the deflowered little maid’s his fingers worked at the knots that held her dainty wrist bound above her head, as she arched her supple young body to his. Michael smiled at the memory of how she had tried to fend him off, to save her preciously guarded virginity, then the way the little beauty had surrendered herself to her fate, what a little wild cat the girl had been. Yet all theses sweet pass times must come to an end as today he was to be wed to the Princess of Caravel. Arch Duke Michael had resigned himself to his fate, his duty, to King and Country, and though he would miss the procession of young country beauties that had graced his bed, the Princess Liliana was quite the beauty according to all the reports he had received.

His body servants arrived, the traditional robes of Ruska draped his body, long silk flowing robes of rich golden brocades. When all was ready the grand procession to the Cathedral began. The streets where a noise throng of commoners and nobles alike vying for a glimpse of the Arch Duke. The ceremony was long and tedious, the Arch Bishop drowned on about the scanty of this union, the joining of two noble lines, Then finally the moment came for Arch Duke Michael to claim his young bride with his ring, lift her vial, and for the first time Arch Duke Michael of Ruska, beheld his bride in the flesh, and he smiled at her delicate beauty.

Yes Liliana Princess of Caravel would make a suitable mate and a pleasant diversion for his bed.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

The wedding day dawned bright and cold, and Liliana reluctantly rose from bed as her maid prepared a bath. Shivers raced up her spine when her feet hit the cold stone floor.

"Sara, you should have started a fire. The cold is most unbearable."

"I'm sorry m'Lady. I'll get right on it."

"I'll let it slide this time since you are not familiar with the weather here... but don't let it happen again. Next time, I will not be so forgiving."

Sara rushed from the room to gather supplies for the fire as Liliana rushed over to the bath. Quickly, she pulled the flimsy shift she slept in over her head and pushed her undergarment to the floor. She lifted her shapely leg over the rim of the porcelain tub and climbed in, sighing as she sank down into the warm water. The warmth seeped into her bones, stopping the shivers which were racing through her body. As she waited for Sara, her thoughts drifted to the events of the day.

What would be expected of her as Princess of this strange land? With no mother to prepare her, Liliana only had the vaguest ideas of what would be expected of her as a wife. She had no knowledge of sex, only the slight hint of pleasure in her nipples and between her legs when the cloth washed over her skin during a bath.

Sara returned with firewood and soon had a roaring fire burning. As the heated radiated into the rest of the room, she came to her Lady's side and bathed her with gentle strokes of the cloth, adding hot water whenever the bath water began to cool.

Because it was a special day, Sara even washed Liliana's hair, scrubbing out the dirt and grime of the trip to Ruska and bringing back the fiery luster of the thick ringlets. Once finished with the bath, Liliana wrapped in a blanket and sat beside the fire to dry. Sara spent extra time styling her hair in preparation for the wedding.

A knock on the door alerted them it was time to dress for the ceremony. Sara helped Liliana step into the long flowing white gown. The only part that fitted snugly to her body was the bodice, which was stitched just underneath the bust and drew attention to the full swell of her breasts.

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Sara placed the veil on Liliana's head and they left the bedchamber, heading to her future. An elegantly covered coach carried them through crowded noisy streets to a grand cathedral. In the antechamber, her father met them, fawning over Liliana and telling her there had never been a more beautiful bride.

Music piped through the organ and the wedding processional began, Liliana only getting glimpses of her future husband as she walked slowly up the aisle. When she finally turned to face him to begin the ceremony, she got her first good look at her groom. Despite the fact he was old enough to be her father, Liliana felt an instant attraction to the handsomely rugged man. His expressive eyes seem to bore straight through the veil hiding her face.

The ArchBishop carried on quite passionately about the sanctity of marriage before finally getting on with the actual ceremony. Her groom placed the ring upon her finger and then lifted her veil. The predatory smile creasing his face sent a shiver through Liliana. She would soon discover the lewd thoughts running through her new husband's mind.

 

[cgraven]

Arch Bishop Stephenoff drowned on interminably about the sanctity of marriage. It was all Arch Duke Michael could do to stifle the yawn that threatened to mare his impeccable countenance, beside it would make a poor impression and upset his father and one did not live long in Ruska if the King was to offend upset. Michael instead turned his full attention to his young bride, the curve of her figure, the swell of her breasts, her long swan like neck. All and all he had to admit that she was a delightful little morsel, one that he looked forward to enjoying. The pomp and ceremony continued the formal exchange of vows; finally the Arch Duke lifted his bride’s veil, a predatory smile creasing his handsome face, for this dark haired beauty, and her kingdom was his to do with as he pleased.

Arch Duke Michael leaned forward his lips brushed Liliana’s, yet instead of the normal chase Kiss of such affairs, his tongue slid over his innocent young brides full ripe lower lip, across the even white ridge of her teeth to slip within the girl’s virginal mouth where he took his pleasure of its innocent sweetness. That kiss lingered indecently, till he finally broke it as the girl blushed. He led his bride from the Cathedral, they mounted the State Coach, Liliana Princess of Caravel was no more, and the young girl was now the Duchess Liliana of Ruska.

The Day dragged on into evening, the Wedding Feast, the Grand Ball, and night fell. It was close to mid night, the witching hour when Arch Duke Michael led Liliana to his apartments and his bed Chamber. He nonchalantly stripped and reclined on the edge of his bed.

“Come my dear it is time for you to fulfill your duties as my wife.”

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

Following the ceremony, the couple were transported to the Grand Hall were the Wedding Feast and Grand Ball took place. Music filtered through the great stone room as hundreds of guests mingled and danced. Rich smells of smoked meat, seasoned dishes, and mead floated through the air.

Liliana spent most of the ball dancing with her father, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible before he embarked on the trip back to Caravel immediately following the ball. Finally the time came to say goodbye, and with tear-filled eyes, Liliana kissed her father's cheek and bade him safe travel.

Wearily, she followed Michael back to his apartments. After the long day, she wanted nothing more than to sink into a soft bed and sleep. Unfortunately her new husband had other ideas.

Upon entering the bedchamber, Michael disrobed completely and leaned on the bed, leaving Liliana standing in shock by the door. She had never seen a naked man before. Until this moment, she didn't have a clue what one looked like. Having grown up without a mother, she had not been taught anything of the relationship between a husband and wife.

“Come my dear it is time for you to fulfill your duties as my wife.”

Blushing crimson at his forwardness, Liliana stayed rooted to the spot. "I-I don't know what you mean. I've had no instruction... I grew up without a mother. Father didn't..." Realizing she was rambling in her nervousness, she stopped in mid-sentence.

 

[cgraven]

Liliana blushing crimson stayed rooted to the spot.

"I-I don't know what you mean. I've had no instruction... I grew up without a mother. Father didn't..."

She was rambling in her nervousness, then stopped in mid-sentence, lowering her eyes in maidenly modesty.

“Come girl you can’t be that naive?”

Michael chided her. Leisurely he rose, like a great Siberian tiger on the prowl his movement slow, fluid he closed the distance from his bed to the doorway where his innocent young bride stood frozen, her supple young body trembling. His eyes, the eyes of the hunter, held her in their gaze, hers the fleeting glances of the pry. Then with deceptive ease Michael captured her dainty wrists and bent them back imprisoning them behind her back. His lips claimed those of his young bride in a passionate kiss, his tongue gliding across her full ripe lower lip, the even with ridge of her teeth, to slip within the sweetness of her virginal mouth. His kiss was demanding, yet tender, passionate, yet savage as he claimed Liliana’s mouth. Michael suddenly broke that kiss leaving the girl gasping for air. His eyes dark, smoky and passionate capture hers.

“Then I shall teach you your duties girl.”

His hands ripped open the bodice of Liliana’s wedding gown baring her from her firm upturned breasts to her waist. The next thing she knew Liliana was sprawled half naked across her wedding bed and her husband Arch Duke Michael was glaring down at her his eyes filling with lust as he watched her heaving breasts crowned by taunt raspberry nipples.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

“Come girl you can’t be that naive?”

Lilian remained frozen in place, her body shaking in fear as her new husband stalked towards her, his eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight. She cowered slightly as he stopped in front of her, his body towering over her petite frame. His fingers closed over her wrists and shoved them behind her as he bent to crush her mouth with his.

She trembled as his tongue explored her mouth, gliding across her lower lip before licking across her teeth and then forcing its way inside her warm mouth. Strange sensations flooded her body as he ravished her mouth. Heat seared her nerves as his tongue danced against hers. He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless and confused.

“Then I shall teach you your duties girl.”

She screamed in surprise when his powerful hands grasped the bodice of her gown and ripped it apart. He whirled her around, and she landed on her back on the bed, her pert breasts heaving in the fire-heated air of the room. Michael stood above her, his eyes burning with something Liliana could not identify.

Her hands grabbed at the tattered dress and attempted to pull it over her exposed breasts as she scrabbled backwards on the bed, trying to get away from him. "What are you doing?" Drawing her legs as close to her body as possible, Liliana cowered beneath him, fearful of his intentions.

"Is this how Royal men treat their wives in Ruska?" she spat. "I knew you were behind in development, but I did not expect a Barbarian." Despite her fear, Liliana would not completely dissolve into hysteria. The fiery spirit shown all her life sparked in her eyes.

 

[cgraven]

Michael stood above her, his eyes burning, Liliana’s wide with fear. Her hands grabbed at the tattered dress and attempted to pull it over her exposed breasts as she scrabbled backwards on the bed, trying to get away from him.

"What are you doing?"

The frightened little beauty drew her legs as close to her body as possible.


"Is this how Royal men treat their wives in Ruska? I knew you were behind in development, but I did not expect a Barbarian."

Liliana spat the words out, her fiery spirit shown, her eyes blazed back at her husband even as the shadow of fear made them grow wide. Arch Duke Michael threw his head back and his laughter filled the room he loved a challenge and this firry wench should prove to be good sport.

“Barbarian is it Liliana?”

He paused looking down on the cowering girl that was his bride.

“And daughter of Carvel is it civilized to come to your husband’s bed without the slightest idea of a wife’s duties?”

Again that firry spirit flashed in her eyes and Michael laughter assaulted her ears.

“Than a Barbarian you shall have girl.”

He pounced on her, overpowered the petite beauty, as he effortlessly captured her dainty wrists in one massive hand. Liliana fought like a wild cat as her husband stripped her wedding gown from her, binding her wrist to the head of their bed, she kicked, yelled, and struggled to the last as her ankles where bound to the foot board. Spread eagled, naked, and now completely at her husband’s mercy, Michael claimed her sweet mouth with a savage kiss.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

Liliana yelped in surprise as her new husband leapt onto the bed and captured her tiny wrists in his large hand. "Stop it! Get off me!" she screamed as he grabbed her gown and ripped it from her body.

"No! Please stop!" She jerked against his grip, trying to free her hands as she kicked at his unyeilding body. Jerking and twisting, she fought against him as he tied her wrists to the bed.

"Let me go! Untie me you bastard!!" He grabbed an ankle with his meaty hand and pulled it towards the end corner. Rolling her hips, Liliana twisted and writhed on the bed as she kicked him with her free leg. Primal rage roared through her body, reducing Liliana to wordless screams of anger as she fought like an animal to pull her ankle from his grasp, but it was no use. Even at her strongest, Liliana was no match for the powerful man who was now her husband and he easily tied both ankles, leaving her naked and spreadeagled on the pillowy soft bed.

Breathless and spent from the struggle, Liliana glared spitefully at Michael as he knelt over her. She writhed in her restraints as his mouth crushed against hers, claiming her as his to do with what he wished.

 

[cgraven]

"Stop it! Get off me…………………….."No! Please stop!.........."Let me go! Untie me you bastard!!"

Liliana yelled, screamed, and struggled as Michael stripped her bound her hand and foot till the young beauty lay there breathless and spent from the struggle, Liliana glared spitefully at Michael as he finally broke his savage kiss.

“Umm My dear you are quite a delicious little morsel and I shall enjoy savoring all your charms.”

As he spoke his finger idly toyed with one of the bound beauty’s nipples coaxing it to life despite the girls continued struggles. With a wicked smile creasing his face her husband head slowly bent to capture her other nipple, slowly rolled it on his lips before inhaling the stiffening bud in to his hot mouth.

Arch Duke Michael was no stranger to a young woman’s body, nor to the things that would awaken a girl’s natural sensuality and so he started to seduce his young innocent bride’s supple young body, his finger tips lightly danced over Liliana’s the flat smooth plain of her abdomen, teased soft silken inner thigh, sensually rand the length of her virginal pussy to tease her little hooded clit, coaxing it from its hiding place, coaxing it to embrace forbidden pleasure.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

“Umm My dear you are quite a delicious little morsel and I shall enjoy savoring all your charms.”


Liliana gasped as his finger brushed across her nipple. A strange heat seeped into her skin where he touched. She struggled in her bonds as he played with the rosy peak. “Oh…” His soft lips closed over the sensitive nub and then hot wetness engulfed it as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Confusion clouded her mind as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her other nipple ached for the same treatment. ‘How can my body be reacting this way?’ she thought as his hand glided over her smooth stomach. Instinctively, her legs shifted, even though they were already spread wide, when his hand brushed her inner thigh. Her breath quickened in anticipation of his touch.

She moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her sex. “Oh god…” her body jerked as the hot skin of his finger tips came in contact with the little nub of pleasure beneath its hood of protection between her nether lips. Warmth spread through her sex as his fingers stroked, her clit swelling from the touch.

Without realizing what she was doing, Liliana’s hips began to rock against his fingers. Juices leaked from her tight opening as his fingers skillfully played with her clit and waves of pleasure rolled through her. “No, please… stop… please… don’t… stop… don’t stop… Oh GOD!” Her pleas changed into cries of ecstasy as her body quaked from her first orgasm.

Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as the spasms slowed and then stilled. “Surely this isn’t normal. Surely my body is not supposed to react this way… is it?" Liliana couldn’t… wouldn’t voice the question aloud as she lay bound and naked on the marriage bed. She wanted to curl up in a ball, but the restraints would not allow it, so instead she remained spread out on the bed wondering what her husband would do next. Half of her hoped it was over… the other half yearned for more of his touch.

 

[cgraven]

“Oh…” ………Her breath quickened………..“Oh god…”…………… Liliana’s hips began to rock against his fingers……………….“No, please… stop… please… don’t… stop… don’t stop… Oh GOD!” Her pleas changed into cries of ecstasy as her body quaked from her first orgasm.

Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as the spasms slowed and then stilled. Liliana lay bound and naked on the marriage bed. The young bride’s eyes mirrored the confusion that engulfed her as Liliana, half of her hoped it was over… the other half her treacherous little body yearned for more of his touch. A slow smile spread across Michael’s face as he knew that her body was his to do with as he pleased, and despite no matter how his young bride might deny it, her supple virginal body craved this new forbidden pleasure.

“Hum my dear you look good enough to eat.”

Arch Duke Michael laughed at some secret joke then his lips claimed Liliana’s, not a savage kiss, but a sensually seductive kiss, a kiss every girl secretly dreamed of, it lingered, he savored the sweet summer wine taste of her. Slowly Michael broke that blissful kiss, cool butterfly kisses fluttered down the sensual line of Liliana’s neck, seductive tonguing of the hollow spot where neck and shoulder meet. Again His mouth teased and pleased the girl’s pert taunt nipples, each in turn. Yet his seductively tempting kisses did not stop there, no they continued down across the flat plain of the young beauty’s belly, his hot moist breath stirred Liliana’s the dark rich fleecy down. Michael head dipped and he began to long leisurely licking the girl’s soft silken folds the tip flicking across her throbbing clit. The Arch Duke nipped at that torrid bud of pleasure, he held it in his teeth then inhaled deeply drawing a cool stream of air across her feverish bud.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

She watched him, a mixture of fiery spirit and confusion filling her enchanting eyes as he gazed up on her nakedness. A slow smile spread across his lush lips as if he suddenly realized the battle of wills... at least for this night... was won. Liliana might still thrash and protest, but they both knew it was now only for show as her body craved more of the delicious pleasure he had wrought upon it.

“Hum my dear you look good enough to eat.”

His lips met hers once more, but this time instead of pressing savagely against them, they softly brushed against the full ruby lips. At first, she pursed her lips, attempting to rebuff the kiss, but soon they parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside her warm cavern and tenderly caress hers. Her body went limp as she melted into the kiss and a small cry of protest sprang from her before she could stop it when his lips left hers.

His lips trailed down her hot skin and Liliana arched her breasts up to meet his mouth when his lips brushed against her hard pebbled nipples. Her body felt as though it were on fire... the slow teasing seduction driving her wild with want. Another whimper of protest when his mouth left her nipples aching for more and trailed down her belly.

"What...oh...."

Her body shuddered when his tongue slid across her puffy nether lips. Her hips bucked beneath his face when the tip of his tongue playfully flicked against the throbbing little button that Liliana didn't even know existed until this night. A firebolt of pleasure thrilled through her when his teeth nipped at her clit and then he sucked, pulling a cool stream of air across the hot bud.

She writhed on the bed, wanting more of his touch on that sensitive spot... wanting to feel more of his tongue against her.

"Please..."

 

[cgraven]

His blushing bride, so proud now was a little kitten craving his attention, at least for the moment. Liliana arched her supple virginal body trusting her firm proud breast to Michael’s hot seductive mouth. He little sighs, gasps and moans of pleasure where music to his ears.

"What...oh...."

The young beauty’s husky whispered questions dying on her full ripe lips as the Arch Duke’s head dipped to her sweet innocent labia. Liliana writhed on the bed, wanting more of his touch on that sensitive spot... wanting to feel more of his tongue against her and Michael knew it. He took the greatest of joy in lashing his young innocent bride's sweet sex with his mouth. He made love to the inexperienced little virgin till her passion, her lust broke upon her like a tidal wave engulfing her in forbidden pleasure.

"Please..."

Liliana had cried now with the young girl in the throws of her orgasm Michael mimicked her.

“Please what my dear?”

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Liliana

Michael didn't verbally respond right way to her whispered plea. Instead, seeming to know what she wanted, he lavished her pussy with his mouth and tongue. She moaned and writhed beneath him as he pleasured her.

As she was just about to once again explode from his minstrations, his mouth lifted from between her legs. “Please what my dear?”

Liliana was so inexperienced, she didn't know how to answer. She knew nothing of sex or how it worked. All she knew was she didn't want the pleasure to end.

"I... I don't know. I know nothing of this pleasure you have brought me. I only know... I don't want it to end... at least not this night." Liliana wasn't yet ready to yield completely to him, but she feared if she showed much more resistance against him tonight he would leave her unsatisfied.

 

[cgraven]

"I... I don't know. I know nothing of this pleasure you have brought me. I only know... I don't want it to end... at least not this night."

Liliana’s voice was a desperate little whimpered plea, for firry spirit not completely cowed, and in that moment Michael knew he had found a truly spirited creature that might with luck rival his own passions. He knew that Liliana’s supple little body was his, he could slip her bonds yet he chose to leave her bond for the moment. Slowly he kissed his way up that perfect virginal body teasing and pleasing the girl, His lips softly claimed hers, and he slowly arched his hips, his velvet helmet parted her virginal lips so soft, so moist and oh so ready for him.

Where Michael had been demanding almost brutal earlier, now he was gentle, took his time letting his virginal bride adjust to his invasion of her secret garden. Each thrust of his hips opened Liliana a little more till he nudged the girl’s maiden head. One quick thrust and Liliana’s innocence was just a memory.

Michael made love to her, he gave her a night that most girl’s dream of but seldom experience. He used his knowledge to bring her unimagined pleasure. Some time during that night of wild passion Liliana’s bonds where lossed.