Flames of War

That’s it! Although Allan had fought hard to restrain himself, to be sensitive to her needs, even to send her to Alleutia so that she would be protected, she continued to act like a spoiled little brat who hadn’t gotten her way. Breathing in angrily and turning around to face her, Allan’s arm shot out aggressively and forced the girl to face him. Half his face was hidden in a mask of shadows while the other looked to her intently, a determined countenance dominating the features of his face as he leaned in close and whispered harshly into her ear.

“Are you that ridiculously blind or naïve that you don’t realize the truth?! You bitch and moan about me rejecting you, about the loss of your mother and friend, and for what? Do you want my sympathy? And when I do finally show some compassion for you, all you can think about is your selfish desires and the fact that no, no I won’t bed you. Did you ever happen to once think that I’m fighting with all my resolve now to throw you into the bed, rip off your clothes, and drive myself into you? You fucking bitch!”

And with that, he threw her down into the lush comforts of his bed and grasped her tunic tightly within his hands. The material yielded to his strength immediately and it fell in shreds away from her body, the curves of her breasts now exposed as he feasted on her body with animalistic hunger. Without waiting for her to awaken from her stunned silence, he acted. The weight of his body pinned her lithe frame down as he pressed his hand roughly underneath the band of her undergarments. Calloused fingertips played deftly against her dry sex before forcing entry and penetrating into her virgin hole. There was no intimacy, no kind words…only raw lust as he forced his fingers deep, his thumb brushing up against her clit as a slight whimper was elicited from the inexperienced princess.

His mouth and other hand were by no means idle during this time. Breathing heavily now with the exertion of his passion, Allan leaned down and pressed his lips fiercely against her neck. Ivory white teeth raked tightly against her sensitive skin as he trailed a mixture of kisses and bites along her feminine jawbone. Heated groans escaped his lips all the while as he forced his hips roughly against her body, his growing erection clearly evident before distracting her with a vicious twist of her nipple.

Looking to Allan shocked, all she could see was a feral gleam in his eyes as he continued to drive her body to new heights. Her once dry sex was now leaking profusely, thick fingers sliding in and out at an alarming pace as he pressed his thumb roughly against her sensitive button, another soft whimper escaping her body. She had wanted it, and Allan had finally delivered.
 
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As Allan's fingers worked and stimulated Talia, her body slowly began to respond. She had been scared when he had pulled her up and spit the angry words at her, it was like a slap in the face. She had seen this happen to women, in her father's castle. Allan had ripped her tunic, baring her breasts for his viewing pleasure. Her sex had been invaded as well as her skin. She had spent the last year fighting this very thing, being raped by a man, never had she expected it to be Allan.

Soon his fingers were moving inside her, her body was stiff and she waited for the piercing plunge of his sex. Talia watched as his eyes, full of something she had only seen a few times, a hunger, but for what exactly she couldn't tell. Soon her body was responding, soon she found herself relaxing in his caresses. With the nibbles along her jaw and the then small tastes he was taking of her skin, her own fire inside began to build.

Talia leaned her head back begging for more of the sweet torture, moaning his name, she pleaded with him to continue. The words he had said to her slowly became a hum in her head. She pushed them back only wanting to revel in this moment of pure hunger and need. Her sex was wet and hot, her need great, "Allan, please stop." She heard the words, and closed her eyes. Her mind had won, this was not right.
 
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Although her words had asked him to stop, her body urged him to go on. Allan chose to side with her body, though his actions were contradictory to that fact. Stopping all of his manipulations at once, Allan breathed hard as beads of sweat gathered loosely on his forehead. A single drop slid down his forehead and rested on his chin, a sly smile offered to the princess as the bead crashed gently between the cavern of her breasts and added to the sheen of sweat that coated Talia’s exposed body. Pulling out his fingers at an excruciatingly slow pace, he could feel the girl tightening her body rigidly in response. There was no doubt in his mind that she was trying with all her might to refrain from slamming her hips onto his fingers…the thick invaders only halfway out as he licked his lips in anticipation of his next action.

Finally (after what seemed like ages) his fingers were almost completely removed, the lips of her sex clinging desperately to his fingertips before they were fully removed and brought up to their eyes. In the soft light of the candles, his fingers glistened as he lewdly displayed her arousal for both of them to see. Last time he had drawn a line on her stomach and humiliated her with her own desire, so Talia was more than a little nervous at where he would draw on her body next. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Moving his fingers to his lips and making sure that she was watching, his tongue snaked out and devoured every drop of her honey-like juices. The lascivious display was something that Talia had never expected, and disgust was clearly evident in her expression. Allan simply grinned.

“Delicious, milady…absolutely delicious. You really should try some.” And with those words, his fingers moved to continue their assault on her tender pussy, her body fighting back viciously but to no avail as they were inserted sharply into her hot sex. To Allan’s delightful surprise, even though she had resisted, her hips pressed obscenely into his hand and her walls were slicker than before…the heat of her desire growing stronger though she resisted.
 
Talia watched as his eyes looked into her's as once more his fingers slide deeper into her sex. She was disgusted by his actions, the actions of a man trying to scare a woman, trying to lord over him. Most of all she was disgusted by herself. Her body had betrayed her, and as Allan looked at her with the grin of Satan himself, she felt the will to fight return to her. She overruled her passion and began to fight for her own decision to be taken my a man. Talia wanted her whole being to be possessed, not just her body, but her soul, heart, mind and emotions. She wanted all those things and she refused to let him steal them from her. She wanted to be loved not used and taken like a trollop.

She had asked him to stop and obviously he refused. So instead she allowed the billowing fury that was running in her mind to take over. Bringing up both hands, she raked her nails across his face, digging deep, slivers of flesh became embedded in her nails. Quickly before he could recover from the violent sting, she took both hands and pushed his chest with all her might. Caught off guard she was able to force him off of her. She scrambled off the bed, and stood there. Gone were the trembles of desire, her mind had won the battle.
 
Her mind might have won the battle but she was quickly losing the war. All that Talia had been able to accomplish thus far was to place an obstacle in front of Allan, something that he could, would overcome with ease. The desires of her body were evident in the flush of her skin and the heat that she exuded, excited breaths drawn fast between her plush lips as the princess continued to eye her captor disdainfully. He recognized the hatred and defiance in her eyes, but he was also able to see past those strong emotions to the sliver of desire and lust that remained. Try as she might, the princess was unable to completely hide those emotions from Allan’s eyes, and he was going to exploit the hidden feelings for all he was worth.

The bite of her nails could still be felt on his face. A trickle of blood ran down his cheek before he wiped it with the back of his hand, eyes inspecting his fingers as well as the crimson liquid before returning his attention to the person responsible. Although one would have expected a series of heated curses or even some physical retaliation on Allan’s part, he simply grinned. The curl of his lips was disarming yet chilling, the calmness with which he took her attack causing a slight shiver to course throughout the princess’ entire frame, something he made sure to note. Even as Allan stalked closer, something in his tranquil demeanor left here completely rooted and unable to move.

Sinewy muscles worked in conjunction with one another as he stood and came within an inch of the frozen princess’ position. Even though she was completely nude and exposed to his eye’s pleasure, his attention was fixated on her face and he never once looked away. The deep intensity of his eyes had quite the intimidating effect as he reached out before she could respond, his hand grasping her wrist tightly as he unexpectedly jerked up her arm and forced her smooth fingertips to press tightly against his face. The marks that she had caused burned against her touch…the inflamed skin obviously sensitive as the prince winced slightly in pain.

Allan was famous for being an aggressive warrior on the battlefield, and that did not change when placed in a romantic encounter. Pressing his free hand onto the small of her back and urging the princess enticingly against him, he leaned down to kiss her. He had been vicious, forceful, assertive, and overall barbaric with her in all of his previous engagements, but now he attempted a completely new approach. The hand on the small of her back stroked her skin tantalizingly while he continued urge her hand upon his cheek with the other, his lips embracing tenderly against her own as she whimpered softly against him.

Before he allowed himself or her to be fully enveloped in the union of their lips; however, he broke away. Moving back to both of their reluctance, Talia’s neck craning forward to its maximum capacity before she was forced to yield the kiss and open her eyes to look at him, he smiled. There was no arrogance at her acceptance to his kiss or the temporary surrender of her body into his, rather, the smile was sincere and hinted at playfulness as he spoke softly to her, his hand falling away from her own as it rested teasingly against her hip to imitate his other hand, her body urged even closer.

“You know…that really hurt, Milady.” Her hand still rested against his cheek as he spoke while her own burned a slight crimson to his words. Although the princess would have been loath to admit it, Allan could be quite charming if he set his mind to it. And as he stood there with his arms wrapped affectionately around her lithe frame, he was doing a damn fine job.
 
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Her lips burned from the kiss they had shared. Talia's eyes were large in her face, as she stared up at him. Her eyes searched his, as her fingers touched the marks she had made with her nails. She felt his strong arms around her, holding her close. How much more did she have to give him? How many chances did she allow for her feelings? Then she looked inside herself. Had she even given him a chance? Had she allowed her anger to cloud her judgement over the past year?

Stroking his face with her fingers. She touched each drop of blood, followed each trail the nails had scrapped against him. Her lips trembled, her heart beat fast and hard in her chest. Her breath came in gasps, as she tried to speak the words, that she know knew she wanted to tell him. Words of desire, fear, frustration, passion and confusion, wanted to spring forth from her lips.

She tried to tell him, but she swallowed the words. The only thing she could do was be honest with him, "You hurt me."

Allan said nothing, just looked at her. She felt the heat of his arms around her. The warm embrace surrounding her, holding her close, cutting off the world around them. She felt the invisible pull to him, the need to touch his lips again, if only for a moment.

Talia stood up on her tip toes, moved her hands slowly to his neck and around to embrace it and bring his head down to hers. She felt no resistance, and saw only the answering hunger in his eyes. Their breaths mingled as they gave in to the need that they both ached to experience. Talia's lips touched his. She yeilded to his mouth, as her body hummed inside.
 
The feel of her fingertips caressing against the scratches she had been responsible for caused Allan to flinch away, but only for a second before she leaned into his body and returned the kiss that he had started. They had hated each other through their names, had come to despise each other with their actions, and now, after all was said and done, they were embracing one another as only two lovers could.

Drawing her body closer to his, the material of his tunic pressed uncomfortably against her bare skin as they continued to lock lips. Sensing her discomfort, the prince temporarily removed his hands from her hips and brought them to the hem of his shirt. The kiss was abruptly interrupted as he pulled the clothing up and over his head, his bare torso now revealed as he tossed the garment haphazardly over his shoulder. Although she had bore witness to his naked body several months before, his muscles were considerably tighter and far more enticing than she had remembered. The battles that he had participated in had allowed him to regain his former glory, and as she pressed her hands from the base of his abs to his pecs, it was clearly evident that she appreciated that fact.

Once again her arms found their way around Allan’s neck as she pressed herself willingly against him. The need and hunger that burned in her kiss was reciprocated with his own lips, his arms wrapping tight around her body as he coerced her body into his own. The feel of her bare skin against his own was exhilarating and he relished the feeling of her nipples, her chest pressed willingly against him.

To be honest, though, bending down to kiss the shorter girl was beginning to cause a strain in his neck. Thinking fast and smiling on the inside to his idea, Allan fell back onto his bed without warning and forced Talia to follow. In their new position, Talia’s body rested atop of Allan’s prone form with her legs between his own. A playful grin was offered to the princess' momentary surprised expression but was quickly ended as she forced her lips back onto his own, his mouth yielding to her tongue as she kissed him with a desire and passion that caught him totally off guard. This was definitely not the young girl that he had been toying with earlier; this was a woman who wanted to satiate her desire and passion.
 
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Talia had only known that she wanted closer to Allan, she had finally been allowed to touch his body, to kiss his lips. Her own hunger called out to her. She wasn't sure what she should do. She had seen the servants sneak off, and even once she followed them. Talia's face had blushed at the sounds that came from behind the ale house door. Her stomach had tightened with the sounds of the woman and man. Though she couldn't see what was going on, she knew that it was something that both were enjoying and the sound had done something to her body.

Now as a woman, she knew what was done between a man and a woman, and she wanted to experience it with this man. Needed to. Talia pressed her tongue deeper into his mouth. Her hands rested on either side of his body. She felt his arms around her, holding her close as he allowed her to learn his lips. She moved her tongue over his teeth, tracing them. Angling her head, she continued to lavish her tongue upon his mouth.

Her body hummed as it began to rock on its own accord. Talia wasn't even aware of her actions, natural reflexes took over as she concentrated on his tongue. She slid her own firm muscle along the side of his, stroking it and tasting him. Pulling her tongue from his mouth, she looked down on him. Her eyes spoke the words her voice couldn't form.

She ran her finger along the streaks on his cheek, then lowered her mouth to them. Her lips pressed along the length of each one. She felt her body responding to him. His scent filled her nose and reached into her soul. It was intoxicating, a drug she needed, she was hot and yet she shivered. Suddenly, Talia felt it, a new sensation beginning to form deep inside her.

Her body began to throb, her sex began to press its inner muscles together. She savored the feeling, her lips buried in his neck. She kissed his ear, traced the shape of it with her tongue, as her hips slowly pressed and rocked harder against his body. Talia moaned into his ear, as she felt her nipples press against his chest. Though the friction of her clothing often caused her breasts to respond, this was different, this was something she had never known, a burning pit of fire, suddenly being fed and now it threatened to burn out of control.
 
This was definitely a surprise. Although Allan had known the princess to be passionate and prone to emotion, he had never suspected that she could be so aggressive with her embrace. Her lips and tongue had taken him aback, but he quickly recovered and returned her caresses with passion and desire equal to her own. His tongue fought valiantly against the princess’ pink invader, but only for a few moments before he yielded to her advances and allowed her to explore her newly conquered territory.

Talia was an enigma to Allan. Sometimes she seemed so meek and fragile while at other times she seemed to show strength akin to the prince’s. At the current moment she resembled the latter. The majority of his past lovers had been animated and eager to please the prince, but they all paled in comparison to the lust that Talia showed even in the most minute of acts. Each kiss that she trailed along his scratches caused a shiver to course throughout his entire being, his body going tense then relaxing, only to go tense again with each renewed kiss she placed upon the sensitive skin. It was an exquisite torture that he wondered if she even knew she was causing, but those quandaries were immediately put to rest as she outlined his ear with her tongue. With this last act, she definitely knew that she had stirred a reaction within him because his hands grew incredibly tight upon her hips as he forced her into a roll and onto her back. One knee now rested between her legs while the rest of his body lay atop her own, hands resting on either side of her small frame as his torso hovered inches above her own.

“Whoa…”

That was possibly the most foolish thing that the prince could have said, and he immediately regretted the word having ever left the confines of his mouth. Up until this point, he had had an extremely cool composure, never once losing his temper (although he had come close) and always representing the pinnacle of a powerful calm. Now that he had invoked this reaction within the princess and she had finally lashed out with the intensity of her embrace, he was completely at a loss. He didn’t know whether to allow for his feral desires to overtake him or to tenderly embrace her…Truth be told, he just wanted to be with her, to know that her desire matched his own and to hold her for all eternity. He lov…

The thought never had a chance to complete itself; however, as the princess had waited long enough and had decided to take action into her own hands. Although she had giggled to his earlier exclamation, that did not stop her from wrapping her arms around Allan’s neck and forcing him down into her waiting lips. His previous thoughts quickly evaporated into lust…lust for her intimate touch and for her lips. Lust for her entire being.
 
Talia had felt an animal hunger over take her, she had heard his word of stopping, but she also knew that wasn't what he had meant. She wasted little time in pulling his mouth to hers, she had waited long enough. Been tormented almost nightly with dreams of their bodies melting together, she didn't know completely what she was doing, but she knew she had to act.

Her body moved with natural instincts. Fingers slid over him, and around his head and into his hair. A growl was heard and she realized it was her own. She pleaded with her body to calm itself, and to wait, but it refused, it controlled her. Her passion was like an ember that had been kicked back into the fire and was quickly consumed.

The driving passion forced her hips to press against his, her hands moved to grip his arms, as her head lifted to deepen the kiss. Boiling blood flowed through her veins, erupting outside of her body in beads of sweat. She ached for something she didn't know how to receive, she wanted so badly to have that burning desire that she felt so deep inside her quenched.

“Allan...” the whisper of his name fell from her lips, like water from the stream rolls over the rocks. The sound of her own voice was unrecognizable to herself, a deep throaty noise had possessed her. Her breasts itched and her body ached with hunger.

“Please...” she didn't know what she asked for, but she knew he was the only one that could provide it.
 
Her lust-drenched words, though few, rolled over him in heated waves as her hands seized his arms in an almost painful grip. The bite of her nails as well as the intensity of her kiss seared his entire being, the heat of which burned away any lingering thoughts and prompted the man into action. Her desire was his desire; her touch was his touch; and her kiss was his kiss.

Pressing his weight down fully and returning the thrust of her hips with his own, a groan of desire managed to escape Allan’s lips as the action was repeated, albeit slower than before. They had all night to consummate their passion and need, and Allan wanted to be patient with his time.

Reluctantly moving his lips away from her own, a roguish grin was delivered to the princess’ questioning gaze before he leaned to his right and traced his lips along her jawbone and down to her collarbone. There he allowed his lips to linger, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin while his hips continued to undulate and his powerful arms held her in place, forcing her to take the slow torture without any chance at release.

Allan could tell that Talia was beginning to become frustrated with the situation as her hips were forced roughly against his own and as her arms protested fiercely to their captivity. He didn’t pay any heed to her frustration; however, as his mouth once again descended to cause the girl even more turmoil than before.

Continuing to trail a series of kisses and bites below the girl’s collarbone, he felt Talia’s entire body go immediately tense as a diamond-edged nipple was taken between his teeth. In a brief moment, Allan wondered if the princess was aware of how sensitive the gland could become, but that thought was short-lived as he pressed his teeth down in a gentle nibble.

If he had thought she had been struggling before, he had been clearly mistaken.
 
Talia's back arched up as Allan's teeth pulled at her nipple, her hands flew into his hair, and crushed his mouth harder against her breast. Nails dug into his scalp as she bit her tongue, tasting her own skin. “Oh, God!” she cried out, her sex burning through her. Veins of lava flood within her body.

As he tormented her nipple, she raked her nails down him again, her head thrashed back and forth, her hips thrust up against his. Talia's emotions were as if an animal had been let loose inside her. It needed to escape and be set free, trapped within the depths of her very soul.

Her legs wrapped around his, and she used her strength from the last year, that she had built up, help her in catching him by surprise. She was able to roll him onto his back, he growled in surprise as he was now beneath her. Talia's body gyrated hungrily against him, as her mouth attacked his neck. She didn't want to waste time, she needed fed and he was the only thing that could nourish her.

Teeth bit flesh, breath hit skin, her tongue tasted as her breasts pushed against him. Nipples met and learned of each other, as their heated sexes begged for introduction. Her voice growled in his ear, she called his name, then ran her tongue along his ear, drawing his lobe inside her mouth, biting it and pulling at it.
 
How many times could this woman catch him by surprise? Although he had thought he had properly restrained the princess so that he could continue to build up her passion, Talia had apparently decided that she did not like the idea and had turned the tables on the unprepared prince. Now she sat astride his body, her hips pressing desperately into his crotch while her lips molested his ear, her talented tongue sending shivers coursing throughout his entire body.

His head throbbed from the heat of her embrace while his sex hardened with desire as a result of her gyrations. He had to practically pry her hands away from his head as he forced them down; the tips of her fingers introduced to the waistband of his breaches, and more importantly the ties that were responsible for the separation of their union. In her position, she was in a much more comfortable situation to undo the knots.

Moving his arms to his side and straining his biceps, Allan managed to lift his torso upright and bury his face in those delectable breasts. Crimson lips feasting hungrily on her swollen nipples as he alternated between one then the other, his teeth clenching down roughly on the last one as he elicited a high pitched squeal from the unsuspecting princess.

The sound was music to his ears, carnal yet submissive, a mixture that intoxicated him with lust and prompted him to continue with his ministrations upon her breasts and nipples. Tightening his abdominal muscles so that he could maintain his position, Allan’s arms now snaked their way around Talia’s back as he pressed her body close. Her overly sensitive breasts were now pressed roughly against his chest as he took her lips within his own and pressed down gently upon the bottom of the pair. Ivory whites on the cusp of penetrating flesh before he pulled away to return the favor of his lips upon her ear, heated words of his desire whispered for only her to hear.
 
Her head fell back as his mouth worked on the sensitive flesh of her ear, and her neck. The whispered words of passion riveted throughout her body. The thoughts and pictures he projected into her mind, seared her soul. Her hair caressed the hands that clasped her to him.

Talia moaned and gasped for more, not knowing what more her body could tolerate. Her fingers moved through his hair, only resting for a moment before they slid to his shoulders. Turning her head to the side, she offered more of her flesh to his mouth. With each touch upon her that he made, shudders ruled her veins.

Granting her lips permission she bent her head to taste the sweat from his body. His tongue moved against her skin, as she devoured the flesh beneath her heated mouth. She slid it along his flesh, melting away the uneasiness that was now far behind her, and only leaving hunger in its wake. Her teeth bit and her mouth sucked as he tormented her. His hands pressed against her, as hers moved along his back, holding herself tighter against him.

Grinding her hips deeper against him, her legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring herself to him, as she pushed and rode on his covered shaft. She felt the erection, and swiftly moved her hands to untie the strings of his breaches, before stroking the firm staff that stayed hidden from her questing fingers.
 
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His hips arched upward as he forced his shaft against her, the material of his breaches now quite a nuisance as the need to quench his lustful thirst continued to grow with each passing moment. Powerful hands were strained white against her hips as he guided her sex repeatedly against his own, the crotch of his pants now damp with her need as she worked earnestly to rid themselves of the offending material.

The scent of her arousal was like a drug to his senses. His blood boiled, his skin perspired, and the craving that it created within him was an addiction that he could not fight. Yanking back both of her hands away from the ties of his breaches, his free hand quickly replaced her own as he pulled hard and tore the strings away. A devilish grin offered to the princess before his grip relented and he allowed her work to resume, the band of his pants tugged down hard as the physical representation of his desires and lust was finally revealed.

In the girl’s momentary shock, Allan leapt into action. With her legs still wrapped tight around his torso, the prince was easily able to lift the girl’s small frame and pin her back against the bed. His lips and teeth immediately attacked her vulnerable neck as he added to the series of swelling and bruising that his previous actions had been responsible for. Each mark adding to the claim that she was his for the night, the knowledge of which caused the man to growl fiercely with need.

The tattered remains of his breaches were quickly kicked away as they were finally joint in their nudity, man and woman fully exposed and ready to embrace in the throes of passion. Without warning, her lips were consumed within his. Her breath, her desire, every aspect of her being was absorbed in their union as his tongue pressed forth and tasted the pleasures that her mouth had to offer.

Then his hips started to rock. The entire length of his arousal sliding along the virginal lips of her sex in a slow tease as his left hand moved to grip her pelvis and hold her in place. A whimper of dissatisfaction escaping the princess’ lips at her inability to act while he continued to build up their passion to deafening heights.
 
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Talia growled and burned. Her whole being intensified, as he teased her, she desperately wanted more. Licking her lips, and swallowing moisture from her mouth, her throat dry from the gasping breaths she had been forced to take, as he drove her to a fiery pit of need. Her back once more pressed to his bed, his body once more atop of hers. She whimpered as he teased her nether region, taunting her with something that her body craved. Her fingers slid all over his skin, learning him, trusting him.

She knew not why he waited, was she not ready, was he not able. Talia knew nothing, she only knew the pit of her stomach had a need and he was the only one that could feed it. Her hands flew down his back and pressed along the cheeks of his ass. Biting her tongue she arched up, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. Nipples tingled, breast heaved. Her neck bared for his approval, his desire, his ownership over her soul.

Feeling the slickness of her vagina, and the pulsating sensations that accompanied it, she squeezed the muscles below and felt more of the liquid flame escape her. War no longer was in this room, nothing separated them, they were the only two people in the world at this moment, "Please..." she begged, not knowing fully what she asked for, but realizing only he could give it to her.
 
Allan understood Talia’s need to complete their lust, but he continued to tease her regardless. Although he had been the strongest proponent for this situation, the prince now found himself hesitant to follow through. There was no denying that she set his body ablaze; his blood coursing through him like molten lava while every part of his body ached to feel the touch of her skin, but something stopped him from burying his need in her even as she begged him to do so.

Did she really want this as badly as he, or was it only frenzied lust? Something in Allan’s mind begged the man to reconsider his current course of action, and even though the desires of his body burned and tormented the prince to continue, he couldn’t deny the inner voice. Hesitation was a troublesome character flaw to develop, but in his relationship with the princess, it acted safeguard to the deep-rooted emotions that had inadvertently come to life within him. No matter how much he wanted to deny those feelings’ existence and to allow both of their body’s tumultuous releases, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The tip of his cock rested temptingly close to the entrance of her vagina, the swollen lips pressing invitingly against the bulbous head before he let out a growl of frustration and rolled over onto his back. Labored breaths were drawn in and out between moist lips as his chest heaved with the effort, abs flexing enticingly as a result as sheen of sweat continued to cover his naked body.

He silently cursed the mental barrier that had prevented him from carrying out the lascivious act. This time he had thought that he could overcome the inner voice, that his aggressive actions and feral need would have been enough. He had underestimated his own resolve, and for that he was both angered and relieved.

Talia’s sense of rejection was probably starting to arise, but those feelings were immediately subdued as one of her hands was taken in his own and held tight. Calloused fingertips providing a stark contrast to her soft skin as he brought her hand to his chest and pressed it tight above his heart. The beating the of the organ was unmistakable, its drumming going a mile a minute as he tightened his grip on her hand and turned his head to face her.

His gaze had never been more penetrating and powerful then at that moment. In his eyes she could read all of his thoughts and desires, the myriad of actions that he wanted to perform to her but was unable to do. He had stolen her innocence once before, he was unwilling to do it again.
 
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She stared deep into his azure eyes, her body at first humiliated, then when he held her hand, clasping it gently, allowing his heart to beat fast against it, she melted. Talia's eyes met his, and knew what he was scared of, he feared so much and just like her wanted more. Cupping his face between her hands, she laid her lips against him. Whispered words of forgiveness, love, passion and want flowed from her lips like fine wine in a crystal goblet.

Gently she scooted herself to him, her mouth remaining soft against him. Talia acted on instinct, not the instinct of lust or heat, but the instinct of love and desire and the need to be loved. She placed a kiss upon his brow, his eyes, cheeks and then took tiny tastes of his jaw. She felt it tense beneath her lips, and she indulged in more sweaty tastes. Looking down she saw his fist curl into the covers, fighting a battle that only he fought.

Talia had no qualms, she was ready, she loved him, needed him, and desired for him to own her. She didn't know the words, to make him understand, she could only act from the inner most being of her soul. Her tongue slid to his ear, she breathed warm caresses across it. She pulled away and looked into his eyes once more, seeing the inner battle, try and consume him. Talia faced a battle, not one between countries and not one between her and Allan, but one between Allan and himself. She fought the only way she knew how, with love.

Her fingers slid slowly along his collarbone, down his arm and back again. She purred into his neck as she licked and sampled the flesh. His muscles rippled beneath her fingers. Nails drummed over his chest, her teeth nibbled softly at his shoulder. She heard a growl of passion from either herself or him, she wasn't sure, nor did she care. With words unspoken she tried to tell him, that she wanted this and no regrets would pass her lips.

Allowing her palm to span the across his heart once more, she leaned back, took his from the blanket and place it on top of hers, "They beat the same, I will not beg or plead, I want only to give and love." Her eyes looked to him, as her heart and soul bared themselves to his words and thoughts.
 
Did she know what her touch was capable of, of the passion that it stirred within him, of the desire that threatened to consume him, of the need that tried to control him? Allan fought hard against her touch, his hand taking in a fist full of blanket as he gripped the material fiercely and forced his knuckles to whiten. The resolve that he had summoned to stop him before was strong, but he still had to force his body to fight back against the temptation that her ministrations instilled within him.

There was only one problem. He wanted this as much as she did, so the struggle was a futile one at best. Her soft, feminine touches were allowed unabated as he stared up to the canopy of his tent, a deep swallow forcing back the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth as he continued to remain tense and motionless. The princess could be very enticing, and as she drew lazily across his naked skin and molested his ear with her tongue and words of her passion, he knew that the battle had been lost.

Releasing his grip on the blanket and allowing her to guide his hand, the palm of his hand was brought to her chest as his fingers stretched outward and pressed snugly against the moist flesh. The beating of her heart was indeed as fast as his, and he could not deny the dulcet tones that escaped her lips.

Lowering his hand to her pelvis, her hip was cupped and her body was immediately pulled close. The muscles in his arms straining with the effort as he lifted her body atop his own, the length of his sex pressed tight against her taut belly as his lips lowered to her brow. A soft kiss, more intimate than any he had given her before, was pressed tenderly against the soft flesh before he drew his head back and allowed for his hands to rest against the sides of her rib cage. Rough fingertips drawing lazily against the sensitive flesh as he whispered to her in hushed tones.

“I’m responsible for the death of your kinsmen…even your fiancé. I left you at the mercy of your father whom I had never intended to hurt you, but did. You barely know me, yet I forced myself on you without relent…and now this?”

It was Allan’s final counterattack, the last measure he knew that could bring a stop to the series of actions that had fallen far out of his control. Truth be told, part of him wanted this last resort to work…for it would mean that this pain of rejection would be the last he would ever cause the girl; however…this was not his true heart’s desires. His heart burned with a sensation that Allan had never encountered, a searing pain that caused the prince to bite his lip in response. If she forfeited the battle, it would be a self-defeating victory…a victory that he did not eagerly await.
 
Talia heard his words, spoken to her gently and she thought of what he had said. She searched inside herself for anger, bitterness and hate, and found all those things that once separated them no longer did. He desired her, and she him. She loved him, and though he had not spoken those words, she felt he at least cared for her. Cupping his face once more in her hands, she whispered to him, "Allan, my Prince. No longer before you is a girl, but a woman. I have accepted the things of the past, and I no longer am bitter or full of anger. You told me of war along time ago, and I placed myself in it in a cowardly way, the only way I knew how, for I had no training."

Holding him close to her, her head resting on his chest, as her fingers danced along his arm, she continued. "I hold you no longer responsible, ask that you forgive me for my coward's way in battle, the scratches of hate I have placed on your face. I ask that you make me yours... but if you don't want me, I will leave where ever you send me, and I will not hate you or hold it against you. But, I shall not force this, you are fighting a battle, I can not help you win."

Sliding from his side, she stood over him. Her naked, sweat, slicked body glistened in the small lighting from the torches outside and the lanterns inside. Bending to her knees, her breasts pressed against his flesh, she looked up at him, "I offer myself to you freely Allan, but I can't make this decision for you." She looked into his anguish, passion filled eyes and waiting, knowing that if he rejected her, then her heart word break, but she would accept it and move on. She silently pleaded with his eyes, praying he would love her if only for this one night.
 
The words she spoke washed over his body in cool waves, her soothing tones offering solace to his past actions while apologizing for her own. She had conquered Allan’s last obstacle and now he was completely vulnerable, his body and heart completely open and bereft of the rigid armor that he had always worn in her company. The man still exuded strength, but this strength was different than the disciplined power that he had possessed earlier. His new strength was born of love.

Whatever hesitations or doubts that had lingered in his mind were immediately defeated as he stared back into Talia’s imploring eyes. She wanted this, he wanted this, and now their souls were free of the shackles that had bound them from being as God had intended Man and Woman to be. The feeling that spread throughout his body was unlike anything that he had ever before experienced, and all this from simply looking into her eyes.

Sinewy limbs were once again extended as he bent at the waist and allowed for his hands to come to a rest on either side of Talia’s lithe frame. Although she had become accustomed to the touch of his fingers as well as the ease with which he manipulated her body, this time was something altogether different. Her body worked as an extension of his own, arms barely having to guide the girl up as he coerced her to crawl along his body so that his lips connected against hers.

No words were necessary for what he wanted to say as they would have failed completely and utterly to describe the emotions that Allan wanted to speak at that moment. His kiss was enough, and the feelings that it conveyed to Talia transcended their previous premonitions about love and took them to an entirely new level.

It took a moment for Allan to realize what was going on. His lungs burned with the need for air, his mind was completely dazed, and his heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. Forcing his lips away from Talia’s, he breathed in hard. Deep breaths taken in heavy gasps as his arms worked instinctively and pulled the princess astride his body, hands resting on either side of her pelvis before he recomposed himself and turned his attention back to her face…a slight scarlet marring his complexion as a feeling of elation surged within him at the memory of their kiss.
 
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Talia had no words for what she was feeling. Nothing could describe how she felt at this moment. Her life having changed so dramatically from a pampered princess, to a traitor, then a soldier and now a lover. All of these things, all of the events in the past year, pointed her to Allan.

She looked down at him, his eyes full of everything she felt. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples pert and tight for more attention. Her fingers rested on his chests, grazing his nipples. Her legs weak from desires that had moved from heated to slow then heated once more, now rested on either side of him, this time regaining the strength they had used. Her arms pulled at her to wrap around him and hold him close.

With trembling lips she felt his hands on her hips, she looked deep into his eyes telling him, that it was all right, she was ready, and there would be no regrets from her. She could feel his sex on the edge of her sex, pressing there, wanting to climb inside. Her muscles squeezed against it, she purred as she felt it jump at her flesh.

"Please Allan," her quiet whisper her only words, as she knew soon in just moments he would claim her, own her, possess her, and she relished in that knowledge.
 
Listening to her plea with rapt interest, Allan finally gave in to the overwhelming desire. Their bodies were ready, their passion was mutual, and all that was left now was to make the princess his now and forever.

Tightening his fingers on the girl’s pelvis, he forced her hips skyward and shifted his body so that the tip of his cock pressed dangerously against the entrance to her womanhood. Everything that they had done in these last couple of hours had been culminating to this moment, and now that his hesitations were finally conquered, there was nothing left to prolong their union.

His body burned. Every inch of his naked flesh gleamed softly in the candlelit tent as perspiration covered his entire body. Inside his mind, he knew that the temperature of his body was nothing compared to the heat that would flare to life after the act had finally been committed, after he had finally taken ownership of her body and she of his.

“Okay, my princess.”

Those were the only words of warning the princess received before Allan pushed his hips upward and forced the head of his sex to penetrate into her virgin hole. The entire length of his shaft was immediately buried in the girl’s untouched vagina as a piercing scream escaped Talia’s lips. He hadn’t meant to cause her as much pain as he had, but he knew that it was better to get the act over with then to prolong the inevitable pain that he had just inflicted.

His hands had now moved away from her hips as he held her close, his lips brought immediately to the tears that escaped her eyes as words of comfort and love were whispered to her in hushed tones. The desires of his body and the throbbing in his cock urged the prince to continue the carnal act, but Allan fought back and kept his hips motionless…he would wait until she was ready to continue before going on any further.
 
Talia's body burned in pain that seared through her. She fought back the tears that wished to join the ones that had all ready fallen. Her mouth was captured my his, and his sex rested inside her. The pain was at first intense, but as Allan used his hands and lips to distract her, she soon felt her body heating up, burning again, but this time not in pain, but in something else.

As their tongues merged together, she slowly began to move on top of him, not sure what she was to do next. She kissed him deeply and her fingers rested in his hair. Her sex slick and wet from the penetration she had just received throbbed, with both pain and need. Slowly her hips began to move as her body sent trembles through her. Her heart sung as her mind accepted that she belonged to him, had always belonged to him. Talia purred against his lips, her fingers running down his arms. She bit his bottom lip, desire drove her. It took the inexperienced girl and turned her into a woman.

She raised herself up on his shaft, and rested for a moment, enjoying the feel of him buried inside her. On instinct she began to rub her sex back and forth on his sex. The curls of her body, mixed and mingled with his, she knew this. Talia could feel them. As the curls of sex tangled with each other she felt the front of her sex being stimulated by the motion. She knew there was more, she needed to reach it. There was a mountain ahead of her, she could see the top and she knew only he could get her there. Her head thrown back, she clenched her muscles around him, as the final remnants of pain left her.
 
I am not here!

Just ignore this post please.
 
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