Escaping

[Jaenelle]

OOC: This will be a closed thread for CGRaven and myself.

IC: Princess Clarisa had just had her birthday. Her father was planning her wedding for her, and who she was to marry. (for the best interest of his kingdom) Clarisa argued with her father and told him that she didnt want to marry for the best interest of the kingdom, she wanted to marry someone that loved her. Her father wouldnt here of her nonsense he called it (people dont marry for love Clarisa) she heard her father say many times. Those harsh words kept going through her like a knife cutting into her soul.

As the grand party was being prepared down in the castle ball room, Clarisa was up in her room preparing her escape. Her nanny went to prepare her horse for her, while she got a few things together to take with her. Clarisa was good at many things, and one of them being able to handle a sword, knife, and cross bow. Which she wasnt going to leave behind. She gathered up her things and headed down the service stairs, the way her nanny told her to go and meet her at the back of the steps by the stables.

In the back ground you could hear the beat of the drums. Clarisa's heart pounded along with those drums every step she took down the service stairs, not wanting to be spotted by anyone. Her heart racing at every step she took. She paused when she heard voices around a bend in the service stairs and ducked into a corner as they went by. Holding her breath not wanting to be seen or heard, she was scared that the beat of her heart would give her away. As they past and didnt see her she waited till they were around the bend in the stair case till she headed back down the windy stairs to the bottom and out into the dead of night.

Clarisa spotted her nanny and ran as fast as she could to her. They said there good byes and Clarisa jumped up on her horses back on way someplace far from her father and his kingdom, not knowing what life had in store for her. She road hard through the back streets of her fathers kingdom on her black horse Lightening, her skirts flowing over his rump along with her long red hair her emerald green eyes always looking around to see if anyone had spotted her. A princess wasnt to be out in that part of the huge city, and most likely no one would spot her she had hoped. Her heart beat still racing as fast as it was back at the palace she finally made it into the woods and would be able to travel faster and at a steady pace.

Clarisa had been traveling for days, the wind and rain had been coming down really hard, she was soaked to the skin and freezing. Her long red hair up in a braid was plastered to her head, her skirts the color of the purest white were dripping with water. Her cloak did her no good as she kept riding, she thought she saw something coming toward her as she traveled down that country road everytime the lightening flashed she thought she saw a horse and rider coming her way, but was unsure. Clarisa was getting scared it was in the middle of the night and no place in site to stay or get out of the rain, and this rider that was coming toward her (could he/she know who she was and tell her father) Clarissa was unsure and wanted to get off the road before she found out.

Clarisa had stopped to look around, sitting up on her big horse lightening, seeing if there was another road she could take to get away from this unnone rider aproaching her. As she looked around the rider came up on her to quickly for her liking and scared her. She took her horse whip and smacked her horses side as hard as she could, leaning over her horses neck urging him on into the darkness away from the rider. Clarisa unknowing the rider was following her through the darkness jumped a reven and came to the ground in a crash. All she remembered was the whining of her horse and heard foot falls as unconciousness over took her.

 

[cgraven]

The night was foul and the rain driving. This was not a time for man nor beast to be about. I huddled in the folds of my great kilt my padded leather armor soaked trough, and another 40 pounds heaver than earlier in the day. The Abby of St Columkill was but another hour away, sanctuary and reason for my wet miserable journey. I was not the picture of the noble knight on white charger of the troubadour’s courtly songs. Yet I, David ap Glynallen was in fact the bases of many of their tales. The quick sword, flashing blade, the great deeds in battle, yet also the blood, sweat, and scares that came with it. That which would not attract the young maiden. I was a rugged veteran of many a fight, yes ennobled by several liege lords, who wanted a trusty sword, more than a pretty face. All those honors now passed, as I became in the more genteel manner a “Knight Errant”. No master to pay the bills.

I pulled my mount up short as the other rider charged me, on a fine steed, catching me and my mount a glancing blow, staggering us as they rocketed by. Some how we managed to stay up right, more old warriors habits, than conscious skill.

“Hold varlet and fight if you have the heart.” But horse and rider thundered past.

We took up the chase, as I drew my hunting sword, not whishing to let this insult pass. I watched as they approached the ravine and the rider was not set for the jump. Luckily he did no part company with his mount until they landed on the other side.

The steed stood protectively over its fallen rider.

“Easy fellow I just want to see if all is well”

I watch as the beast watched me. Turning over the fallen rider, their was no mistaking the calmly face and figure as anything other than a very attractive maiden.

But what was she doing here and alone in such a storm. She was unconscious and quite pale and shivering. I knew what I had to do, and Brother Timothy would not to be best pleased to have a maiden at the little Abbey.


It was well dark when I haled the Abbey.

"Good Brother I fear I may be brings trouble to your door step."

When all was explained Brother Timothy smiled and said one more threat more or less will make little difference now.

So that is how we arrived at the Abbey of St Columkill.

 

[Jaenelle]

Clarisa's unconciousness lasted into days as she lay at the Abby not knowing where she was. Her rescuer not knowing if she would wake. Keeping her warm by the fire and trying to keep her fever down, David was concerned about this fair maiden, and where she came from.

David started asking questions about the fine maiden at the Abby and found his answer. She was The kings daughter in Evhallion, a few days ride from here. David couldnt imagine why she was way out here all alone but he was going to get his answers from her if he had to turn her over his knee.

David stayed by her side day and night till she woke, and when she did she was all questions. She wanted to know where she was at and how far she was from her home land of Evhallion. She was insistant that her horse be readied she had to go, or she could be found. Her next questions were about her sword, knife and cross bow. She didnt give David a chance to answer any of her questions.

Know telling what David was thinking as he sat there listening to this firey red head and her demands.

 

[cgraven]

Brother Timothy dropped the bowl of broth as he was stunned to here the young woman making her list of demands.

“Princess do you know…………” one stern look from David ap Glynallen silenced the Gallic monk.

“My dear young lady may I at least have the courtesy to know who makes these demands on me?”

Not waiting for an answer he continues.

‘By the way what do you mean yours? When you attacked me with your mount and then feel defeated you forfeited all. At that time you where a lad, to the world, and the rules of chivalry must be obeyed. You lost, you forfeit all.”

I shall let you rest know as you are still addled in the head.”

David ap Glynallen turned on his heel and left the young woman fuming.

“Clarisa of Evhallion do you know who you have been treating as a common rogue?”

Brother Timothy asked rolling his eyes towards heaven.

“That is David ap Glynallen “Knight Commander of the Grail “and could demand half of all that your father’s kingdom has. He could raise an army at one summons and you treat him like a stable boy. Daughter I think you have lived to long on silly songs of knights to recognize a true knight when he has saved your life.”

 

[Jaenelle]

Clarisa scowled at the monk after looking at the mess of broth on the floor, but let it go. She had more pressing things to do than torment him about his mess.

Clarissa watched the commoner give the monk a nasty look to quiet him, and she was thankful. (silently)

She was about to answer his question as David cut her off. (She thought that he should know who he was talking to and treat her with a little more respect) What she didnt know was that he did.

David turned on his heal to walk out of the room after scolding to her like her father would have she felt ashamed for the way she treated the knight. She sat there on her palet that was made for her sobbing, Timothy comforting her. her weapons did not seem that important to her anymore. she quietly asked Timothy about Lightening and if her horse was alright.

The monk scowled at her, but answered the fine princess.

Your beast is fine, but your father will be paying for the barn doors that he kicked down last night and the padock that he broke down.

Clarisa started to weep even more when she heard her father brought up, she didnt want to ever see him again. She thought to herself maybe her father was right she was a spoiled little princess........

Quickly she wiped her eyes when she heard footfalls coming down the coridor. As david walked into her room once again she thought to take another aproach with the burely knight.

Clarissa asked David his name with all the respect a knight of his rank disserved.

She sat on her palet gazing at the burely knight awaiting his answer.......

 

[cgraven]

“David ap Glynallen, do not worry if it means nothing to you, as I am not a renowned knight of the troubadour’s tails. I in fact find shining armor rather uncomfortable.”

I gave the lady Clarissa a warm smile, yet my hazel eyes where teasing her, for her hot redheaded temper, something I myself was very familiar with.

“Now dear Brother Timothy has been kind enough to have told me who you are, as you lay in your fevered state, and I am sure by now that he was told you the most outrageous stories about me.”

A resounding slap lands on the good brother’s back and the two start tussling as if they where children.

“All right brother I yield. It is just like you to be too free with your information and to rely on your cowl for protection.”

“Now Clarissa why where you alone in that storm, with no escort, and on the eve of your wedding, and dressed like a Lad?”

The memory of her form, in those soaked clothes that had clung to her like her own skin, the warmth, and softness of her body as she was balanced across my saddle, as we journey through that storm to the Abbey. I would have moved heaven and earth for a smile from her.

Now was the time to find out what was a miss. My face betrayed nothing of what my mind pondered.

 

[Jaenelle]

I Have heard your name from many of the knights in Evhallion David ap Glynallen. Gazing intently into his eyes Clarisa saw a spark that she had never seen in a gentlemans eyes before as she told him it was nice to meet him.

A warm gentle smile creased David's face and a chill ran through Clarisa that she never felt before and was unsure as to what it was.

Clarisa's worries for her father finding her and dragging her back to the palace lay heavy on her mind. She sat the unable to take her eyes away from David's, she was unsure if he could see the worry in her face. She had to leave this place and continue on her travels. something else came to mind could she trust this burely knight with a temper that matched her own. A million questions went through her mind, she heard his questions but was still unsure if she felt she could trust him to help her.

The slap to Timothy's back brought her out of her thoughts, she finally desided to answer David truthfully and get this over with. She hoped that he wouldnt drag her back to her home land for her wedding and would deside to help her get far away.

Clarisa waited for there little tossle to yeild as she smiled inwardly to herself, finding something sturring within herslef for the burely knight.

David, she spoke up in her commanding voice, and was hoping that he wouldnt notice.........

I am running away from my fathers kingdom, I dont want to marry the fellow my father has picked for me I dont know him and he doesnt know me. Why should a fair maiden marry for her kingdom when love is more important........

Clarisa let the question hang in the air, gazing into Davids eyes she smiled her face tinted with a hint of crimson. She was still in lads clothes and her body was starting to give her away as to her feelings for this burely knight. Through the thin cloth of her shirt her nipples began to harden, what was going on, why was she feeling these feelings for someone she just met. More questions going through her mind......

As Clarisa questioned herself she saw something she was unfamlier with on Davids face.

Clarisa wanted Davids help to get far from here, so she asked and in her most commanding way but with all the respect a knight of his standing disserved.

Waiting for Davids answer and letting him ponder what she has told him as to why she was out on that cold night she sat back on her palet drinking her tea that Timothy had brought her.

 

[cgraven]

Her nipples where plainly visible through the thin material of her shirt the laces hanging lose and a very deep seductive cleavage sowing. It was hard to concentrate in the face of such beauty.

“Clarissa You know what is expected of a lady of your station and of a knight of mine and yet you ask me to deify your father’s wishes.”

I watch as my words hit her like blows from a sword.

“But you make one very good argument for love as bases for union, and that I respect. But can you play the role of my squire, have your hair shoran short, where a binder to hide the perfection of your breasts, be a lad in service, subject to his masters will. Can you put aside all that you have known for the freedom to chose your love?”

I knew my words where harsh. I had to know if Clarissa was serious or just a spoiled little princess looking for romantic adventure.

“I would not be easy on you and my demands my offend you.”

“If you are willing to live by the conditions I have set down then I shall help you. But make no mistake this will no be a romantic adventure but hard service.”

Poor brother just rolled his eyes and lifted them to heven.

 

[Jaenelle]

Clarisa didnt realize how much of her cleavage was showing, she also didnt notice Davids eyes wander to her breasts as she was so caught up in convincing him to help her.

"Waving her hand dismissively Clarissa said yes I do know what is expected of me and you for that matter for a knight in your station"! She didnt realize how harsh she said that to David as she went on.

"David" she said, and went on. I dont want to marry the man my father choses for me, he dont even realize who I really am. I want the man to understand me, know everything about me before he tells me he loves me. Clarissa didnt realize her breasts were moving out of her thin shirt as she waved her hand through the air, she didnt even notice Timothy's face turning red as she went on. This isnt some romantic fantasy in the back of my mind, I want my lover to know my soul and connect with it. "David" Clarisa said very harshly, is that so hard to understand, wanting true love, and not just for the "best interest of the kingdom"!

Clarisa paused, frustrated. Taking another sip of the very hot tea Timothy handed her. She also didnt like the idea of this monk in the room while she explained herself to the burely knight. For the first time her eyes wandered down to David's crotch, noticing a bulge. She quickly took her eyes from his crotch and licked her lips feeling a wetness starting between her legs almost forgetting his demands and helping her.

Clarisa was unsure what was happening between them but she was going to take the knight on and recieve his help.

David, "she said" I will except your offer, but on one condition I will need my weapons back. She "smiled" at her cunning.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the monk role his eyes, she didnt know what that was about and didnt care. She just wanted to get on the move again as quickly as possible.

She also wanted to get the brother out of here so they could talk more about there plans. Clarisa downed her tea and asked Timothy to get her another cup and some herbs for her headache. She wondered how hard she hit her head when she fell from Lightening, but that quickly left her when she saw the brother leave the room and her head lay back against the stone wall. Still not realizing her breasts were hanging out.

 

[cgraven]

“Poor brother timothy left and I know he was glade to be free of what must have been quite an embarrassing moment as Clarisa’s pert breast and nipples would tempt the saints them selves.

Slowly waking over to this young beauty I look her in the eyes holding her in their steady unblinking gaze.

“You could hardly pass for a lad with such perk breast and nipples exposed to the world Clarisa.”

I smiled as I boldly laced up her shirt. My fingers brushing across her erect nipples as I went about my task.

As for your weapons…….a dagger, a short sword of common kind, and your cross bow yes. Your tack is much to fine for your new station. I’ll arrange for some of a more common type, more fitting your new station.

“Tell me your plans and make no mistake girl this is not a game as you will be traveling in a man’s world as a lad. One slip, one sign that you are a maid and I fear that you will soon find your self a Matron your virginity a passed memory. Men at arms do not like be played the fools.”

I took out a sharp dagger and held it in front of Clarisa.

“Now my lady shall I trim your hair as you tell me your plans?”

 

[Jaenelle]

Clarisa's eyes unblinking, stared into Davids eyes as his footfalls crossed the room not sure what he was up to.

David sat next to her on the palet and took up her laces, as he did so Clarisa froze gazing into his eyes. His hands grazing over her nipples made her body long for more of his touch. She didnt want to let him know that, she never had these feelings before, she thought to herself. A slight moan filled the air as Davids hands finished with the laces and his hand parted.

Clarisa heard him say something about her weapons........

What? Was all she could say, and did so in a husky voice. Even her voice was starting to give her feelings away for the burely knight. (her face matching her hair) Quickly she thought how could she be feeling this way about someone she just met, and had a temper to match her own, with the authority to match her.

Her thoughts trailed off as she saw the dagger flash in the candle light, and came out of her daze.

Clarisa sat up quickly, "sighing," she said, go ahead cut the hair.

As David cut her hair, she began to explain that she needed to get as far from her homeland where her father couldnt find her, and know one new of her.

David, Do you know of a place like that?

Clarisa gazed into his eyes, hoping that he would, she new he had traveled near and far for her father. She didnt know how far he had traveled. The battle in the east where he had been wounded almost killed him she had heard. That is where he had got the long deep scare on the right side of his face. David came inches from her lips as he leaned over to start cutting her hair, there eyes never leaving the other, it seemed like time had stopped. "what was happening between them, she thought"!

 

[cgraven]

My eyes never left hers as I cut Clarisa's red locks. It grieved my heart so to do it, but I knew that this maid must learn humility to find what she sought.

Her red hair hung just to her shoulders now, a yard or more lay upon the floor. I plated the braid of a Celt warrior on the right side to show that she was in service to me. And gather the rest at the nape of her neck and bound it with a piece of ell skin.

“Now out of those hose and strip to the waist for from now on you shall wear the great kilt of my house.”

I could see the shocked expression in Clarisa's eyes. The who the hell do you think you are kind.

“Girl I told you this is no game. As long as you think of your self as a Maiden you are at risked to be raped to put you in your place. For I am headed back to the wild Welsh mountains of my youth. There is a debt I must pay to s kindly monk that took in an orphan lad, and made a man of him. You might say a debt of honor.”

I let the words sink in. as I spread the 9 yards of cloth out.

“Now be quick about if out of those clothes. You’ll be able to really use your weapons, by the time we get there and your smooth hands will be calloused, and your soft delightful form will be hard from the tasks I’ll have you perform.”

 

[Jaenelle]

Almost weeping as her hair was being cut, she couldnt believe what she was doing letting him cut her hair. She also told herself that she needed more time with him and this was the only way she was going to get it. Clarisa never had feelings like this before, and she never let anyone talk her into doing things like this, she was always the leader, never the follower. David even had a more commanding tone to his voice than her father did.

She felt her hair being tied up, (what was left of it) and then his commanding voice perse right through her to undress to the waist and take the hose off.

Did David know that she didnt have anything on under the hose and want to look at her body nude, "she thought to herself" as she scowled at him.

Then he said, "this is no game" and Clarisa relaxed a bit. It felt funny to her to undress in front of a "man" but she did it anyway. She also heard his words about being raped and she didnt like his tone, or the thought of rape. Which made her want to follow his instuctions all the way through.

Clarisa took the shirt off, unlacing it slowly. It slid off her and hit the wood floor. The tight hose she had on she didnt want to take off, she had nothing underneath those, except her very wet womanhood. It was hard enough for her to expose her hard nipples to him after he had seen them earlier let alone her most private part of her body. She pushed that thought out of her mind and quickly took off the hose, now he could see her standing there wearing nothing but her naked body. Her nipples still hard and her breasts firm, her flat tummy, and her hips shapely, down to her long thin legs.

As david told Clarisa about a debit of honor that needed to be payed she stood there naked while he was unroling the 9 yards of cloth. She didnt think he realized that she was naked as she stood there watching him work with the cloth.

He had said that he was going to teach her how to use her weapons, boy did he have a suprise coming when she already new how to use her weapons. Her father made sure she could shoot her bow with the best at the palace. Use her knife with the best, and her sword was her favorite of them all, and was the best at. Clarissa "smiled" as she stood there waiting for him to finish with the cloth. She was naked and David still was measuring the cloth and hadnt noticed that she was done undressing.

 

[cgraven]

I stood when the cloth was laid out and the belt laid properly.

I almost staggered at the sight of this proud beauty standing stark naked in front of me. Clarisa face was crimson with shame, at her state and her hands where fidgeting at her sides. Yet still she did not try and conceal her nakedness from my view. Thank the lord for favors large and small. I knew she had misunderstood my instructions to strip the hose and had completely striped instead.

Well her first lesson would begin now. I kept my eyes on her and openly surveyed her maidenly form. I was not crude but told her that her beauty was outstanding and any man would be lucky to bed her. I saw a tear glisten in her eye as she turned a deeper shade of crimson, yet she held her head high.

“God lass I hate to do this but it must be done.”

I took a 6’ by 2’ strip of rough home spun and wrapped tight about her breasts as a binder. My body was pressed close to Clarisa’s the coarse wool of my kilt rubbing the back of her legs and her firm young ass. Thank the lord for that early monastic training or this young princess would now be a matron.

Done at last I hand Clarisa a highland blouse a bit loser than her lowland one that now lay on the floor and it hung to mid thigh on her.

I picked her up and laid her on the 9 yards of wool and told her how to affix it to her waist. And what to do with the excess.

“Now this broach will be a sign that you are in my service.”

I penned it on her claiming the princess of Evhallion as my lowly bound servant.


We rode out the next morning for my home land and her new life.

 

[Jaenelle]

David turned around and gazed at Clarisa, she thought he would fall over. Her shame is what bothered her the most, and wanted this embarressing moment to end. Clarisa's hands fidgeted as she felt his gaze slowly move up and down her body, she was bound by those eyes and she new it, not letting her pride get the best of her she let him take his look. A single tear ran down Clarisa's cheek, nothing was said, and she was silently thankful.

To more of her shame she heard his words about her body, she kept her chin up not letting his words get the better of her. It shouldnt be shame she felt, the way he was so gentle with his words sent chills through her, and excited her. She was in his service now, and had to follow his instuctions to the letter, one thing she learned from her father.

Clarisa saw that David pulled out the 6' by 2' strip of rough home spun, and walked up behind her feeling his coarse wool kilt rub on her ass sent shivers through her. She stood there hoping that her body wouldnt give her away any more than it already had. Clarisa grunted as the rough cloth was tightened, but sounded more like a moan. She wished that her training she had was holding her back from just turning around and planting a kiss on his lips. Clarisa enjoyed his big hands touching her, and she wondered if he felt the heat come from her.

David handed her a highland blouse, she put it on to his instructions. It felt funny to her to wear it that way, it was a bit longer than what she was used to.

David suprised her and picked her up, Clarisa's arms wrapped around his neck and was looking into his eyes as he lay her down on the cloth he was working with earlier. As she gazed into his eyes she was searching for something, some sign that he wanted her. All she saw was a glazed look in his eyes, and wasnt sure what that was about. She decided on not planting a kiss on those rough lips of his that she longed to feel on hers.

I fixed the long cloth to his instuctions once again, and then he pinned the broach on her showing her in his service.

David didnt speak to her through dinner that night and into the next day as they were getting ready to leave and head for his homeland. If he did speak to her it was all orders, which was fine with her she was still really embarressed about her missunderstanding his instructions.

They headed out the next morning, he had her get the packs ready, sadle the horses, pack food and water, all things she learned how to do a long time ago at her fathers palace. She also supprised him at how fast she was, she just smiled inwardly to herself.

As they left the Abby Clarisa wanted to know about where they were going and asked David to tell her about it. She also asked if it was a good place for her to be, she didnt want to be spotted, and a message be sent back to her father.

 

[cgraven]

The days and weeks passed and it was hard work for Clarisa.

I still remembered the first days of weapons training as the proud little princess drew her sword. She was very good and well trained but in the art only, not in the cold calculating killing end of the business. She did well till I laid the flat of my blade with a resounding slap on her well rounded ass. Her face turned crimson and rage filled Clarisa’s eyes. The coordinated well balanced attack was gone and she flew at me with her blade. A parry, a trust a faint, another parry, and her sword lay on the ground five feet from her. Yet still she would not yield and drew her dagger. The flat of my blade caught her hand just as the dagger cleared its sheath.

“Clarisa lose your temper in battle you lose your life. I told you when we started this is no game, no romantic adventure.”

That was the last I had ever to speak on that subject. Clarisa was an able student and learned well, she served as my servant, groom and lackey. Her hands where no longer smooth but calloused, and strong, her legs where strong and athletic. And our outdoors life left her with a ruddy health complexion. The tearful Maiden that had stood naked in front of me at the Abby of Clumkill was beautiful. But Clarisa now you drive men crazy with desire at just the sight of her.

She had all the skills she needs to find her true love and live with him as a grand lady or common women.

I was distracted by these thoughts as the ambush was sprung. We fought and it was touch and go for awhile. All lay dead or dying about us when I spied the lone archer retreating but taking dear aim at Clarisa. I shouted a warning as he let fly and push her to the ground.

The arrow hit the back of my shoulder like a bolt of lighting and I went down the blackness closing around me.

 

[Jaenelle]

As the days and weeks passed Clarisa by, as she worked hard to prove herself to David that she was worthy to be in his service, and the moment back at the Abby was not forgotten in Clarisa's mind by all means.

David didnt wait one little bit to start training her, and her new weapons she had to get used too. Her weapons from the palace (marking her as royalty were long gone) David made sure of that, and Clarisa was thankful for his cunning. They had come across a cave in there travel to his homeland and left them there deep in the cave, never to be seen again.

Through her training though David seemed to know how to anger her, one day her anger got the better of her, David scolded her making her feel like a child after he had smacked her on the ass with the butt of the blade. That was the last time Clarisa was going to let him get the better of her, her face was deep crimson and she let the rage show. She was very ashamed of herself for days after, on the count she new better. Days later she humbled herself and appoligized to David. The subject was dropped, after David had supprised her with a fatherly "hug", but what she felt in his crotch wasnt so "fatherly", she smiled into his chest as he hugged her. The hug broke and they went about there business.

Clarisa's complexion had darkened quite a bit, the callouses on her hands raised, her legs more shapely, her hole body more of an athletic build, her training was coming along nicely she thought. Once in a while though she would see that glazed look in Davids eyes, and wonder what he was thinking when he stared at her like that. Many times she wanted to ask him what he was thinking at that moment as there eyes met and she saw the glazed look.

David told her that she had all she needed, all the tools to live as a commoner or a grand lady. Clarisa "smiled at David" and thanked him for being a good teacher. And again she noticed that glazed look in David's eyes. She didnt have time to ponder what the look meant.......

The ambush came on them to quickly and it was time to fight or die. Clarisa had no intention of dieing so it was time to fight (maybe that is what David saw in her, her willingness to live). That thought pushed out of her mind as her sword gutted a man and he slipped from her blade and landed to the ground.

She heard David shout at her, and by the time she turned around she saw the arrow go right through his shoulder. She screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" but David went down in a load thunk.

That was the first time sense her anger over took her and she returned that arrow, the arrow hitting the archer right in the middle of his back, she didnt even see the archer go down as she ran to be by David's side.

Clarisa slid on her knees a little to hard as she thunked into David's back (he was laying on his side) she had to work quickly and get the arrow pulled out. In David's unconcious state she poured the whiskey into the wound and lit her flint and burned the wound, pulling the arrow out as she burned it. She bandaged the wound and hoped against hope that he would live.

She had to get him out of here and into a cave or someplace safe so he could heal. He was to big to pick up and put on his horse, so she had to make something to carry him in. She went to work on making the sling out of two 7 feet long logs (as big around as her arms) and got some smaller branches and tied them too the logs to support his weight. Tied that to his horse, and worked on getting him on her makeshift bed for him. She grunted and heaved putting him on the bed she made, pulled out his blanket from his pack to cover him. As she covered him with the blanket she felt his fever, before she rode them out of the place of battle she poured more whiskey into the wound to kill the infection that was starting. Clarisa hoped he was comfortable, and rode them out and away from the awful seen.

As Clarisa rode she remembered back to her first day she had woke, and she misunderstood his instructions and stood there in shame while his eyes roamed her nakedness. Her thoughts trailed off as she spotted a lake and thought that would be a good place to set up camp while David healed (it was late in the night when she stopped and set up camp by the lake) Clarisa hoped he would heal soon. She left him on the make shift bed as to not move him very much, she didnt sleep a wink that first night. Clarisa watched David's fitful dreams through the night, and wondered what he was dreaming............

When dawn came sleep over took her, the fire low to keep David warm.

 

[cgraven]

Clarisa’s Kilt had ridden far up her legs exposing her shapely thigh, and just the hint of a rounded cheek. No doubt this was no lad but a rather calmly maid. Though in a fevered state I worried for her. I was weak as a kitten and clan ap Gyllin would not take kindly to losing five of their own to a clan ap Glynallen’s lone knight and squire.

I passed in and out of consciousnesses. Then they where there two of them, gentlemen of Clan ap Gyllin. They had Clarisa striped to the waist and her kilt up around her waist. One pinned her hands to the grown, the other trying to get into position between her legs. She was silent but she kicked like a she devil.

“So you pretend to be a lad……… Well every lad needs a cock and Lass you are about to be twice blessed with two.”

They laughed at her struggles. Until the one between her legs stiffens and fell over quite dead my dagger sunk in his back, the other grasped a moment later a bolt from Clarisa’s crossbow that ran through his gullet.

As the life slips from his eyes I smile a cruel twisted smile at him.

“Never under estimate your foe. And this Lass is more of a warrior than you……At least she fights with honor… you best remembers that if we meet in the next life for you are leaving this one even as we speak.”

I push his now dead body from her and roll the cowardly bastard from between her legs. With my one good arm I hold Clarisa to my chest my cheek to hers.

“My love are you all right?”

Lord I had spoken the secret I had kept these many passed weeks. Yes I love Clarisa but I had wanted it to be her choice to speak of it.

 

[Jaenelle]

Clarisa drug out of her sleep by two men she never had seen coming in her tired state, thinking that the spot she had picked was safe she faught like a she devil. Out of the corner of her eye she saw David standing over the rogue that was between her legs, the other had her pinned to the ground.

David sunk his dagger into the rogues back and fell silent, the other Clarisa took care of with a bolt from her cross bow, she had faught and got a hand free, her anger at an all time high she wasnt about to let these two rogues take her virginity. By the worried look in David's eyes he wasnt going to either.

Watching David "smile" sent chills through Clarisa, she had never seen him so angry, and the worried look in his eyes worried her.

Then David spoke up to the lifeless body, and the anger in his voice thrilled her and scared her at the same time. If she didnt know david as well as she did she would not want to meet him on a cold night while he was hunting and stalking his enemy. He was more of a seasoned knight than she thought. (although she already new that in the back of her mind it supprised her as she finally realized it for the first time)

As the rogue was pushed from her body, her tears began to fall, and David took her in his arms they were now cheek to cheek.

Clarisa almost lost her balance as she heard David say, “My love are you all right?”

Clarisa wanted to scream for joy at hearing those words, but she didnt the tears had stopped her cheek had left his and she softly brushed her weathered lips across his. Feeling his body pressed fully into her she felt the bulge she remembered feeling weeks ago, and it excited her.

Clarisa looked into his eyes and for the first time realized that glazed look in Davids eyes was love, and not contempt.

Softly Clarisa whispered, "David I love you" there lips came together with the passion that has been building for weeks.

 

[cgraven]

Clarisa whispered, "David I love you" there lips came together with the passion that has been building for weeks.

I reveled in that 1st kiss but now was not the time or place for such distractions. It nearly broke my heart to break that which I had so longed for, yet dead lovers are no very successful lovers.

“Clarisa make ready to leave, don’t worry I have been hurt worst than this in past and I am still among the living.”

As Clarisa went natural about the duties of my squire even as she dressed I searched our friends for anything of use. It was then that I found it a warrant from Clarisa’s father. Simply stated it offered a rather large sum to rape her and sell her into slavery in the east. It seemed she had embarrassed him in front of his guests. I was shaking with rage as I slipped it into my wallet.

“Let’s go Lad, there maybe be others about.”

We road for the rest of the day and came to a small Celtic hill fort. We pulled up and I hail the gate.

“Is that really you my liege?”

“No Roderick it is my ghost, come haunt you old sinner.”

“Well Clarisa this is my home…I am afraid it is not very grand.”

It seemed like hours before we where again alone as She came towards me I stayed her with my hand.

“Love you need to read this.”

I handed Clarisa the blood stained Warrant.

 

[Jaenelle]

David was right when he pulled away from Clarisa and explained that others might be about. Clarisa didnt want to break the kiss she had longed for it for so long, he tasted wonderful to her, but they must get going.

Clarisa gently touched Davids wounded shoulder, and looked into his eyes concerned. When he told her not to worry that he had been wounded much worse she knew that was the truth, and "nodded with a gentle smile".

Naturally Clarisa took the camp down and readied the horses to ride while David searched the men that had attacked them. Clarisa was to busy to notice David slip something into his wallet, but she did see the worried look in his eyes as they rode off, leaving the dead men for the vultures.

Clarisa was getting tired and hungry as they rode up to a small Celtic hill fort. David hauled the gate to be opened, and Clarisa heard a mans voice (who seemed supprised to see David) yell for the gate to be opened. At least David was in good spirits she thought to herself as the two men joked when David shouted that he was only a "ghost". Clarisa could still she the worried look in his eyes, and that concerned her.

David told her this was home, she smiled back at him, and told him "she loved it". All she wanted now was to be by his side, know matter where they were.

All through dinner, and setting up corders seemed to take hours till they where alone. Clarisa walked toward David intending to wrap her arms around him and not let him go, but he put his hand out and stopped her.

Pulling out the blood stained Warrant, David handed it to her.

Clarisa read it twice and couldnt believe what she was reading. Her own father would rather see her a slave than give her her freedom to chose her path.

Rushing to David's arms, and wrapping her arms around his neck Clarisa asked, "what are we going to do?" Weeping she laid her head on his shoulder and stood there holding him for dear life.

That quickly left Clarisa's mind when she stood there, her arms wrapped around David's neck, and there bodies pressed together very tightly. Clarisa felt the bulge she was all to familier with, and Clarisa had to ask, had to tell him what she wanted.

Clarisa spoke softly, David, "Please make me a woman?"

Then without thinking she kissed him softly, and moaned into his lips when she got to taste him again.

 

[cgraven]

"Please make me a woman?" Clarisa sighed in a deep husky voice. Taking her by the hand I lead her to the next chamber and I watch the surprise in her eyes at the size of the oriental bath.

“Something I grew fond of in my travels love.”…”Do you trust me?”

Not waiting for Clarisa to answer. I release the broach of service from her kilt. Slowly I removed the ell skin that bound her red hair. And removed the braid of service, My hands where reverent in their tasks as I striped Clarisa so she once again stood the naked maiden before me. Her eyes where modestly down cast as I lifted her chin so I could look directly into her eyes.

“Clarisa I love you. I think I have from that first day.”

It was a simple straight forward statement. Then T slowly striped away my own garments. During this process the braid of crimson hair that I had carried next to my hart feel to the floor. Picking it up I hand it to Clarisa .

“Do you remember when I cut your Hair?.... I just could not throw it away. It was your glory then.”

I now stand naked in front of my love a scared warrior without protection, no just a man. Taking her hand I lead Clarisa into the warm water. And start to lovingly wash the weeks of grim from her body with a rough sponge. Starting at her funny face , down her neck and then to her breasts.

 

[Jaenelle]

David took Clrisa's hand in his and led her to the next chamber, as they walked through see saw a big oriental bath. Her eyes grew wide, a smile crossed her dirty face, she was in "AWW" to see a bath so big.

Clarisa heard his question, "Do you trust me?”

The smile on Clarisa's face and her answer had not come, Davids big hands released the broach of service from her kilt. The kilt was slowly removed from her body, the ell binding her hair was removed that bond her red hair. His hands were reverent in the task, and once again Clarisa stood there naked her chin cast down. David laid his finger on her chin a gracefully lifted her eyes to his.

David said what she longed to hear, “Clarisa I love you. I think I have from that first day.” He didnt wait for an answer from me, it wasn't really asking anything of me, just telling.

Clarisa found her voice, "David I love you. You stole my heart that first day." her voice husky and low as she said it.

Clarisa standing there in her nakedness didnt feel threatened, David was sensitive to her needs and made sure I felt comfortable. He started to undress, and as he did my eyes roamed his body slowly taking it all in, wanting to reach out and touch his nakedness. A long crimson braid fell to the floor. David leaned over and picked it up, and handed it to Clarisa. Clarisa was supprised once again by David. Her heart pounding like a drum, she wanted at that moment to kiss him, to feel his naked body pressed to hers.

Clarisa almost started to cry when she heard David say, “Do you remember when I cut your Hair?.... I just could not throw it away. It was your glory then.” Clarisa understood what he meant, it was her glory, her station that he had cut, and he had kept it close to his heart. That just made her long for his touch to make her a woman much more. She wasnt sure if it was the cool air in the room or what she longed for. Her nipples hard and erect pointing right at David. Her body giving her away to him once more, she wasnt ashamed this time standing there naked in front of him.

My eyes wandered his body taking it all in as his hand fell into mine. Leading me to the bath, we both sunk into the wonderful warm bath. His hands lovingly wash my dirty face down my neck and then his touch went to my breasts. A touch I had longed for from that first day, and didnt realize how much till his hands caressed them gently. I let out a soft "sigh", my hands reaching out to touch, to feel him. Her dream was coming true right before her eyes. Her happiness showed in her face, leaning closer to him she kissed him softly, wrapping her arms around his neck drawing him closer to her.

Clarisa took the rough sponge from his hand, her legs wrapping around his waist as there kiss deepened. She held the sponge in her hand slowly moving it up and down his back, over his shoulders taking in all of him in with her hands.

Clarisa was enjoying this slow dance as there bodies rubbed together in the warm bath. Feeling his hardness rub on her tummy, feeling his lips on hers, and on her breasts. Both of us took in each others bodies not just with our eyes but with our hands till we both were sure we new the other as intimately as our own.

Only "sighs and husky moans" filled the air as the slow dance continued. All there worries washed away, enjoying the feel of each other for the first time.

 

[cgraven]

Clarisa explored my body as eagerly as I explored hers. The dance was slow and sensual no need to hurry, yes time to discover hidden spots that brought pleasure, time to enjoy each other.

I carried Clarisa from the bath and set her down on her dainty feet as I took the rough towel and started to dry her off. The coarse material tantalizing Clarisa’s nipples as I dried her breasts, her nipples rising to the sensation. I could not help but to tease my love.

“Love I could stop, but I am afraid you would catch your death of cold.”

The towel and I travel lower as I continue to dry Clarisa. Little gasps and moans escape her lips. 1st on leg then the other I dry, then a great gasp from my love as the coarse material comes in contact the soft downy wisps of firry hair that guards the entrance to my loves secret garden


When she is dry and the contended smile, the rapid breathing, and the shallow gasps and moan let me know she is truly ready. I carry Clarisa to my bed to give her what she has asked for.

 

[Jaenelle]

The water was starting to get cold. David picked me up and set me on my feet, reaching for a towel he started to dry me off. Not only was the course material tantilizing my nipples, his thumb would graze over the delicate sensitive nipples. I enjoyed the teasing, longed for it. I saw in his gentle smile that he was enjoying it too.

David said as he smiled up at me, “Love I could stop, but I am afraid you would catch your death of cold.” He smiled up at me in his teasing way, which sent chills threw me. I tossed my head back as he ran the course towel down my body, my hands running through his hair. He dried both my legs, and ended at my secret garden. His hand paused, and I felt a gentle squeeze on my pelvis. My head tossed back, I moaned, my hands tightening in his hair wanting to pull him to me.

My contented smile, my rapid breathing, and shallow gasps, and moans, and tembling body told David I was ready. I was thankful when he picked me up and carried me to his bed, I didnt know if I could walk the distance.

I layed in bed, his eyes slowly taking me in again, I was doing the same taking in all of him. I reached out to his semi hard member and wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him.

In a husky voice I heard David say, "GOD that feels so good"! His head tossed back. I smiled, coming up on my side and leaning on my elbow I gently kissed his tummy and licked his belly button, my hand slowly stroking him.