Lords and Ladies (OPEN)

[Ausus_girl13]

De Guinne's hands on her butt, sent shivers through Arabelle's body; and her rough and commanding touch had Arabelle melting into the Lady's arm's. She couldn't help but be helplessly attracted and mollified by the strong woman. But with the added heat of Lord Simon's at her back she was enveloped in a cocoon of lust, power and hunger. It was dizzying.

"There is nothing to say her, my lady" as Arabelle looked at the lady protector through her eyelashes, " my brother's affairs are also mine, we are inextricably linked as we will rule together. And as for our time away from court, it was a necessary absence."

She began to play with the buttons on the Lady Protector's coat, releasing the clasps as she looked directly into the Lady's eyes. As the buttons opened and revealed a linen shift underneath the smart coat, she ran her hands over the Protector's shoulders pushing the coat to the floor with a soft thud. Cupping her hands around the Lady Marotte's face she pulled her back in for a kiss. Their lips melting together. When she came up for air, she leaned into Lord Simons.

"Now this is a distraction, don't you think?"

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Antar looked at the woman standing in his doorway, he was glad that the tempestuous Lady Aveline was feeling better, he had looked forward to a ride with her. He walked towards the frightened chamber maid, his boots clicking on the stone floor. When he stood in front of her, he placed his hand under her chin and raised her face up, so that she was looking him in the eye. He stared at her for a moment, her face raising images of his childhood for some reason. But he still couldn't place her.

"Who are you?" he finally whispered, the words hanging between them.

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

The Lord Commander had known many enjoyments over the years, and it took much for him to be suprsied by a woman, but the embrace that the Lady protector encircled the Crown Princess in was more than enough to raise his eyebrow in controlled suprise. He'd known such kinds of seduction between women, seen it many times before as well. But such an easy comfort with it was something that was a suprise to him. He could see the look of disinterest in Lady de Guinne's eyes as she saw him. Most men would have been crushed by such a look in the eyes of a woman at such an intimate moment, but the Lord only smiled and regarded it as a challenge of the most unavoidable kind.

A smile spread across his lips and he gave a look of curious apraisal in return. The Lady protector would be a cold opponent to contend with, but for now he had the firey Princess to entertain him. He toyed with the tought of simply walking away and sitting down to watch the two of them enjoy eachother, like they were a pair of slave girls being forced to toy with eachother to entertain his men before they pleased them...but no...it would be so much more fun to join them.

"Lady Protector...we can't let the nobility do all the work now can we? After all, both of us are Princess Arabelle's servants if truth be told." He spoke the words directly to de Guinne with a smile on his lips. His hands slipped along the young princess's sides, caressing her warm flesh and letting the bearest tease of her skin beneath his rough fingers. He felt her leaning into his bare chest and instead of answering her with words his head lowered to he mouth and he kissed her, his hand reaching up under her right arm and cradling her chin gently in his own hand. The kiss was strong and sure, he was not tentative, he was not timid, he knew what he wanted. As he finally broke the embrace of his lips upon hers, his words were a whisper.

"It's not a distraction...it holds my interest completely." Lord Simons said, his eyes looking down into hers with a firece desire that he wouldn't release for the moment. Lady de Guinne was almost ignored for a moment, but Lord Simons's eyes drifted over to the exotic woman that was so close he could feel the warmth that her body was exuding, smell her scent even with the intimate contact of the Princess. While his right hand was cradling the Princess's chin, his left reached out and caressed the other woman's cheek, his eyes drifting to meet hers, that enticing smile on his lips.

Sergeant Xavier

Despite his dismissal of Lady Aveline's plotting and scheming, Xavier could still fill the tension that was filling the room. The noblewoman was spirited, it was an admiral trait to have in any walk of life, the fierce edge to a soul that made you wish to fight and struggle for everything worth having with everything inside your soul. But something told Xavier that the Noblewoman wasn't planing what she wanted. She was intending to strike from her passions, her anger. Not with the cool detachment that she needed, such overwhelming emotion was more a hindrance than a help. He looked at her as she sat on the bed, tempted to speak, but instead satisfied himself with stepping to her her and gently reaching out to ease her back onto the bed.

"You need rest, otherwise your plans will amount to nothing Lady Aveline." Xavier said, his voice berift of the angry edge to it that he had when trying to protect Delara. He had to protect Lady Aveline at the moment, and it seemed that the most dangerous threat to her health was her own pride. He looked up at Delara as she stepped from the room, and the look of fear in her eyes almost tore his beating heart from his chest. He wanted to protect her from this castle and all it's intruge, but there was something in that woman's heart that wouldn't let him do that, no matter how wiling he was to endanger himself. Xavier felt that almost painfully intense emotion fill him as the door closed, and the desire to pursue Delara burned within him as brightly as the sun on a summer's day...but he couldn't, as much as he wanted to, she wouldn't let him. Frowning, he turned his eyes back to Lady Aveline.

"Rest, rest or I will be forced to have you tied down to that bed to get some sleep." He said, his voice was stern and the undertone to it said that he wouldn't hestiate to tie her down and leave her like that untill she had rested. Despite the venom in the noblewoman, despite the insults she'd slung at him, he was still true to the origins of his title. Sergeant, it's truest and most ancient form of the word held the same origin as the word Servant. He would take care of this petulant noblewoman, weither she wanted his help or not. He looked down at the sweaty gown she wore, her flushed skin and her long blonde hair, and was struck at how lovely she looked despite her worn appearance...and he smiled at the thought that despite it she didn't seem to give a damn that a man was in the room with her.

"Or should I get some of the guards to come and exhaust you properly?" He said, glaring at her and hoping that the thought might quiet her down some and let him get her back into bed without much of a fuss.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Under the coat, Marotte´s linen blouse was tightly tucked into her pants. The belt she wore hugged her pants and the blouse closely, which caused the fabric of her blouse to stretch noticeably down before diseappering into her pants. Her breasts were a little constrained underneath, hiding the fact that they were actually just a little bit bigger when she did not wear her uniform. The blouse was closed up to her neck.

All in all, her clothes fit her like a tightened glove... which no doubt made many wonder about the content. That was something that had never worried De Guinne, but she figured that the pair in front of her were more than a bit interested on that. At least, Arabelle was. Lord Simons seemed more attracted to her eyes than her body. When he moved his hand to her cheek, Lady Marotte grinned... then bit his finger. It was not a hard bite meant to hurt, it was playful. Her teeth closed gently but firmly around his finger, pressing down just enough to make him think twice about giving her a reason to go any further. Her left hand, now free since Lord Simons took the spot under the Princess´ chin, moved to his arm. Then, as the humid warmth of her mouth left a wet shine on the tip of his finger, she pulled his hand down slowly... and onto her left breast. Full, and slightly squeezed under her blouse.

"Your brother knows little, milady... as much as I do. It is no cause of worry..."

Once she had left Lord Simons´ hand on her breast, she moved forwards, leaning to kiss her neck. "What interests me more now, is if Lord Simons is a servant... or a dog..."

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

Lord Simons watched Marotte's reaction as he caressed her face...and then she bit him. He caught the playful nature of it, but he could also catch the warning that was dancing in her eyes. His own narrowed eyes examined her cautiously as her hands moved across to caress his arm, and to grab his hand down to caress her breast. He felt the constrained nature of her clievage and wondered just how ample her breasts were when they weren't contrained. As he heard the jab from Marotte his eyes relaxed and he smiled.

"A servant or a dog? Is that a question of what I'm willing to do for you? Taking you from behind while you're on your knees like a pair of hounds coupling? Or perhaps you reliush the thought of me being on my knees before you?" Lord Simons said as his eyes stayed focused on de Guinne, his hand squeezed her breast firmly to give punctuation to his words.. He kept the eye contact but broke off as Marotte leaned down to kiss Arabelle's neck. Simons held Arabelle's chin tightly as Marotte leaned down and kissed the princess. The Lord Commander hend her head lightly and lowered his head down and bit her neck firmly...wheither Marotte wished him to take her or not, the crown princess was the first on his list of women deserving proper attention.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Arabelle listened thoughtfully to the two peers, a slow grin overtaking her lips. She would listen to their games and enjoy the display of prowess. She was facing the Lord Commander with the Lady Marotte directly behind her, both of them nipping her neck. It was a divine feeling.

Arabell reached behind her and grabbed both of Lady Marotte's hands pulling them around her, one of them she placed on her belly, giving Marotte the ability to touch her where the Lady desired, but the other, she intertwined her fingers with.

This intwined hand of twenty fingers, alternating skin and leather she placed on the belly of the Lord Commander, exploring his body, nails scratching, hair tugging, the touch both hard and soft all over his abdomen until they reached his cock. Arabelle tugged the glove off of Lady Marotte's hand and led their fingers back to the Lords cock, and once there, they both rubbed the shaft, squeezing, sliding the tips of their fingers along the tip, and where Arabelle had broken through the skin, that tiny cut was re-opened and Arabelle could feel the warm liquid on her fingers and knew the Marotte could too, she pulled their hands away, leaned into her Protector and began to lick their fingers, all the while not losing eye contact with Lord Simons.

Arabelle licked the tips of Lady's Marotte's fingers and wetness cooled quickly on those same hands, so when Arabelle placed the hand on her breast, the fingers painting her breast pink, the cold made her nipples taught. The Protector's other gloved hand explored her body, wringing a moan from her throat. Fully encapsulated by Lady's Marotte's arms, Arabelle reached out to Lord Simons and pulled him down.

"You are mine" she whispered and kissed him forcefully, letting her own passion be felt.

 

[monique_minx]

Delara looked into his eyes, fear on her face as he forced her to stare at him. His words made her shake and wonder if he already knew or if he wanted her to say it.

"No one of importance here Highness..." She whispered in reply, gracefully sidestepping his question as her voice wavered and prayed it wouldn't assist him in recalling her.

He looked just as she remembered only older, more handsome and at the moment more fearsome. She searched his expression for the flicker of recognition he would deliver when he realized who she was. She feared the words escaping his mouth - Lady Delara.

Her hands wrapped her dress and tugged at it, she was nervous and made it known although most slaves would be afraid of staring a royal in the face. Delara found movement and slowly took a step back, standing just out of his reach. Her eyes still trained to his and searching desperately almost pleading in silence with him.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lady Marotte enjoyed giving her warmth to the princess. Her arms wrapped around her with strength, and De Guinne could feel Arabelle´s weight against her chest. Her breasts were squeezed onto the princess´ back. Finding herself at the right height, Lady Marotte went up from kissing the princess´ neck, to her ear. She bit down gently, and growled. The animalistic sound reverberated into Arabelle´s ear. Slowly, Lady Marote let the intensity of her passion soften it into a purr as her hot, humid breath wet the hard flesh of Arabelle´s ear.

She pressed herself harder against the princess, wrapping her body closer around her. Her warmth was the princess´ now, and it was as if she was trying to smother her.

The blood on her fingers came as a surprise to Lady Marotte, who had momentarily forgotten about the one on the princess´ lips. However, the realization of what had been going on before she entered the room made her giggle roughly, at low volume into Arabelle´s ear. The princess certainly was a little wild thing. Not that De Guinne intended to let her have fun at her expense. While she had her fun with Lord Simons, the Protector let her gloved hand move with lazy softness on the princess´ stomach. She liked the smoothness of the woman´s body even through her gloves. Gently, she cupped the princess´ breast, and weighed it. It felt nice, letting a woman´s breast press onto her fingers.

"... there will be time for both, I guess..." She commented, glancing at Lord Simons before returning her full attention to the princess. Grinning at a sudden idea she had, she quickly pulled Arabelle away from Lord Simons, and dragged her along as she moved to the chair. She noticed the blood dripping down Lord Simon´s leg, and the bloodstains on the floor in front of the chair. Sitting down, she wondered briefly if the princess was into anything rougher than that. She hoped not, because she had enough scars of her own without adding any caused by the weird foreplay these two were engaging in earlier.

Once De Guinne was settled down, she pulled Arabelle into her embrace. The weight of the princess on her felt good. De Guinne relaxed, her legs spread and, in the process, spreading the princess´ as well. She played on with the princess´ ear, biting into her ear gently and purring as she pulled and pushed as if she was a dog with a toy. Meanwhile, her right hand cupped, and then started massaging the princess´ right breast. Her left hand, still gloved, started massaging Arabelle´s inner thigh, moving up and down. As she did this, Lady Marotte wondered how Lord Simons would react to this change of position. In fact, she looked forward to it...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Antar looked at the maiden before him. She was trembling, and it seemed..pleading with him for something. He also noticed her appraisal of him, she was entirely to comfortable with him to be just a chamber maid.

"Enough!" the command rocking the room and making the maid jump with fear, "I will not have these games!" He marched over to her, roughly pulled her to him and kissed her forcefully. His mind searching his history, he had met so many people. But her language marked her as...

"Wait!" he yelled and pushed her away forcefully, her back slamming into the door behind her. When she looked up there was nothing but fear in her eyes.

"Lady Delara? He whispered her name.
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Arabelle meekly followed her Protector over to the chair and enjoyed the ministrations of the woman beneath her. She ground her hips into the woman's hand on her thigh. She turned her head giving the Lady better access to her neck and ear.

She glanced over her shoulder at the inert Lord Simons her eyes both inviting him to join and challenging him to do so.

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

The determined touch of Marotte guiding the crown princess away from his touch suprised him. His eyes narrowed, but he watched her guide the other woman over to one of the chairs It was delightful to watch the Lady Protector guiding the princess like she were a reluctant chambermaid. His eyes relaxed and he grinned as he watched then. As the Princess sat down on Marotte's legs he wodnered if he should simply enjy the vision or join in, but such throughts did not linger long. He stepped up to them and his hands ran across Princess Arabelle's shoulders. He looked down at Marotte, his head lowering to kiss Arabelle's neck. He could sense the invitation in the young princess.

"I wonder just what I should do, my Princess." He wispered softly into Arabelle's neck. His hand reached up and grasped Arabelle's hair from behind, it was a firm motion, a rough and determined touch to expose her throat to him. He looked down into the Princess'es eyes and grinned.

"You've got your servants catering to your whims my Princess." Lord Simons said, his free hand reaching up and stroking her face softly. He didn't look at Marotte, but he caught the motion of the warrior woman's body as she stroked the younger woman's body.

 

[monique_minx]

"Enough! I will not have these games!"

Delara flinched at his words and the terror in her eyes shone through as he came toward her, grabbing her so forcefully and kissing her! She had only kissed Antar like that when they were young teenagers! She trembled in his hold and then he yelled and shoved her away.

Delara hit the door with force, slightly winded as she looked up at him; her face flushed but she held back tears for all it was worth, searching his eyes for the recognition. There, found it...

"Lady Delara?"

She closed her eyes at the sound of her title, her face screwed up in agony over it as she knew she was doomed now. Delara released a deep breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding and looked at Antar's face, she gave a slow nod.

"Yes Antar...it's me. I suppose you are going to turn me in? Our countries are about to be at war after all..."

She bit her lip and looked away from him, awaiting his decision that would most likely change everything and still her thoughts lingered on Xavier and Lord Parlasus...if she returned home, she would be married off and Xavier would be of the past...never to see her again.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

So many questions burned through Antar's mind; what was she doing here? Why was she here? Was this related to the raiding party? And finally, was Lord Simons aware that he was forcing a common life on a noble? These questions were but a moment's length before his anger returned at full force.

"You will cease this shaking at once, and come relate your story to me of your arrival here."

When she finally had finished with her tale of how she had come to be on these shores, he was only slightly less angry.

"You have put my entire kingdom in danger simply because this Lord is not the man you wish to marry? I should have you flogged and returned to them immediately.." he trailed off at this last statement because of the look of despair in the Lady's eyes.

"What is it that you want, my Lady?" he sighed.

 

[FaeBites]

“Underestimated me at your, and your masters, own peril.” The noble woman sniffed, though her fury was sated slightly as she reminded herself the dog spoke out of concern for a beloved. True love… It’s was a sight to see, if that’s what it truly was. It almost made the noble woman wonder what it felt like. To be so loved, and to love so in return. She looked away, dissolving the yearning in her eyes. She was being stupid after all, she was strong, independent, and definitely, definitely, didn’t need a man to complete her. Her mind shied away from memories that provoked, but she was distracted as Delara spoke.

Instantly the noble woman was scowling again, but the maid had disappeared out of the door before she could have stopped her. “I could have sworn I just told her not to go…” she muttered in annoyance, but her attention was dragged rather quickly back to the certain sergeant as she felt him approach her. Her eyes flittered to his, the pupils dilating slightly as he reached for her. In but a few seconds she realised she was alone, weak, with a male in her room unchaperoned. Of course, her reputation was a funny thing to worry about at all as Aveline prided herself on making her seem like unmarriageable material. Her virtue however, she kept for reasons that were entirely her own. She fought the urge to flinch as he touched her, and she reminded herself who his was. The dog loyal to his master.

She didn’t have the strength to resist as he pressed her back to lie down, his words brought a flash of confusion, but she said nothing. Her eyes took on a calculating gleam as she watched him. As his eyes left her face and took in her body, her lips hardened together in annoyance, relaxing though before his gaze could return and see it. At his stern threat her eyes narrowed, and she snorted at the idea. If he thought he could get away with anything less then a whipping for taking such an action against her, she almost wished for him to try it.

It was his last offer that snapped the tightly coiled restraint inside of her, her eyes widened slightly in horror and surprise, before narrowing. To far, the good sergeant had gone. She wiped her face clear of emotions, curling her lips up into a seductive smile of amusement. Aveline pushed herself up on her elbows, golden curls cascading in the space between her and the pillows. Her body evident and undeniable beneath the clinging fabric. A hand reached for him, toying with his collar for a moment, tugging him irresistibly closer. “No… you’ll do…” She purred, her hand sliding down his chest. She sat up, twisting so she was closer, she smiled at him under half lidded eyes, her other hand joining the first. They stole down his chest, lingering at his belt, she knelt up, so her chest was pressed against his own, hiding her hands from view. The was a soft ‘shick’ of sound, out of place from the apparent seduction. Then a very sharp point pressed securely against his manhood, in no lovers touch like his master had experienced unknown to the two.

She’d slipped his own blade from its sheath, a smaller ceremonial blade, as she didn’t have the strength for his swords. Her eyes suddenly glittered with malice, all ruse of seduction gone. “I’m sure I’ll sleep quite well after castrating you.” She purred in casual disinterest, a light twist of her wrist making him re-aware of the dangerous blade between his thighs, though yet to break through his skin. “Now I’m sure Simmons will be unhappy if I kill you, but then again you are assaulting and threatening a noble woman in her chambers. So, you better do some quick talking on why I should let you walk out of here… relatively unharmed.” She raised an eyebrow, smiling mock pleasantly. She had warned him about underestimating her, but apparently actions do speak louder then words.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Marotte de Guinne

"Mmmmhhh... yes, princess, tell us what you would like..." De Guinne´s right hand moved up from Arabelle´s breast to her neck, her fingernails gently dragging along her skin until they reached their destination. There, she continued using her nails to caress the princess. "I´m sure there´s something interesting in your mind..."

As she said this, the Protector´s gloved hand stroked its way from the princess´ inner thigh to her vulva, where she let her fingers play lazily, admiring the smoothness of the royal´s flesh. Her fingers seemed about to move on to her pussy with each stroke, but she always stopped short, teasing the princess.

 

[monique_minx]

She flinched under Antar’s anger but recounted her story; starting with the argument she’d had with Lord Parlasus then the running off to sea for the day and the pirates to the slave market. She tried not to leave anything out and dropped her eyes as he spoke of her leaving her husband to be.

"What is it that you want, my Lady?"

Delara looked up as he spoke, he sounded very tired and she felt slightly guilty for placing this on his shoulders but then again she hadn’t wanted to be discovered! She shook her head at Antar.

“I want nothing from you Highness and wouldn’t expect you to do anything other than your duty. I have no desire to endanger your kingdom or your reputation in this manner. But were you to tell anyone…they would not send me home Highness, our countries are on the precipice of war; I fear I would be too valuable a hostage to be allowed to go free or else I’d have told someone long before now…”

She cut off with a deep breath and bit her lip, staring into his shimmering eyes with hope that he wouldn’t give her secret away. She fought to keep her fear under control which was difficult; switching from the acting slave girl to the noble woman all over again.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

With her hair in Simons hands and her body captive of her protector, for a brief moment Arabelle simply thought of surrendering to them both, and letting them use her as they would. But it was a brief moment and the royal that she was came roaring back. She moved her body down and trapped the Lady's hand between their bodies. Arabelle leaned down and kissed the lady with such raw passion that it took the Protector a moment to respond.

Arabelle threw herself off the lady, and stood imperiously over her. She reached down and pulled her Protector up with her. She licked the neck of her protector and softly whispered in her ear, "strip".

Arabelle turned then to the man, standing there in all his naked glory. She smiled up at him and ran her fingers down his chest, lightly scratching her and there. When she reached his manhood, she took hold a squeezed, hearing him groan in return and a snicker from behind her. She led him to a chair and forced him to a sitting position, she turned her back to him then, and sat on his lap. She beckoned to her Protector.

"I want you both to make me scream." This was the only order she gave, how either of them would interpret it, well that is the fun of it.
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Antar heard the plea, and didn't believe a word of it. Oh yeah, the two counties were always on the precipice of war. They each wanted the land and serfs that the other had, but that might always be the case. It would take little more than a missing noble woman for the other country to declare war.

"Yes, Lady Delara your courage is not in question here, and if I had planned on simply holding you hostage do you think that you would be standing here before me, completely clothed?"

He stood over her, anger radiating from him. He could simply overpower her and take her for all she was worth. The image of her under him flashed through his mind and he was sorely tempted.

"So what is it to be my lady? Shall I send you back to the Lady Aveline where you will marry and play with the Sergeant and never know again what it is to be a Peer of the realm? Or will you throw yourself at my mercy, for the chance to enter the court and it's richness and comfort?"

 

[monique_minx]

"Yes, Lady Delara your courage is not in question here, and if I had planned on simply holding you hostage do you think that you would be standing here before me, completely clothed?"

Delara swallowed hard at his words, his openness would have offended her noble self under normal circumstances but this series of events had been far from normal! She watched the desire flash in his eyes, the glint there; so similar and yet so very different to that of Lord Simons but it made her just as nervous.

"So what is it to be my lady? Shall I send you back to the Lady Aveline where you will marry and play with the Sergeant and never know again what it is to be a Peer of the realm? Or will you throw yourself at my mercy, for the chance to enter the court and it's richness and comfort?"

Delara gasped as he mentioned Xavier, was it really that obvious? It was the words that followed that gave Delara her fire back; she took a deep breath and the resentment shone on her face; her noble nature rearing once again. However she continued to keep a civil tongue and played her words out carefully as only a noble could – the perfect actress to the end!

“I wouldn’t throw any part of myself at you Antar; do you think me so undignified? You know me better than that my sweet Prince!”

She stepped closer to him, within arm’s reach as her bravery returned to her and most slaves would consider this either incredibly brave or exceedingly stupid. She leveled her gaze with his, her eyes smouldering embers of anger and inner fire. Her hand reached out to stroke his cheek almost lovingly but they both knew she was playing a dangerous game with Antar and either way; she was likely to lose it.

“I never thought I could have such…amazing adventures so far from court…dangerous though it may be…it must surely be better than a marriage based on money and title. I know my place Antar” She pulled her hand back, “I would return to him if ordered…I have little choice in such a matter but I believe you met my husband to be haven’t you?”

She raised a brow, her fiancé was clever enough but little else; only enough to keep a roof over her head and take care of the land. He was a knight but certainly not the kind she had hoped to be married off too; she cursed her parents for their early plans…she had been engaged to Parlasus for over ten years and they had never met!

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Antar watched Lady Delara come closer, and even enjoyed the brief moment of contact. She was exceedingly enticing in her maid garb, so different from the gowns he had seen her in. He knew that they were playing a very dangerous game right now, and the power made him hard.

He should call the guards and have her put into shackles, (and how they would look so enticing on her small wrists as she begged for release...) and return her to her kingdom, but perhaps that was something deal with tomorrow. Tonight..

Tonight, he wanted to play with her, as they had down as teens, the sweet little kisses away from the companions watchful eyes, the games that left him hard with little recourse, and her flitting about as a love sick maiden. But Antar wasn't feeling sweet tonight, he was feeling downright violent.

He reached out and pulled her to him, finishing the distance between them with a searing kiss that she melted under, his rough hands ripping at the weak garments that covered her. Putting his hands into her hair, he pulled her away from him and lead her to the bed, pushing her towards it, without a word. He turned to calm himself with a drink, the hot liquid burning down his throat. It did nothing to calm his nerves and he threw the glass into the fire.

Antar turned and looked at Delara with pure lust burning from his eyes.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Marotte smiled to herself, watching the princess´ actions with curiousity. For a moment there, she thought she had her in the palm of her hand. It was surprising how quickly she had submitted to her actions, but it seemed the princess was a little bit tougher than Marotte had given her credit for.

She stood up and stepped aside, letting the princess move Simons to it, and started stripping. The Protector did not hurry, she enjoyed taking her time and watching the princess, paying attention to the way she moved her hands all over Lord Simons. She was interested on how skilled the princess was. If nothing else, to know if she was worth her time. If she proved skillful, maybe she would let Arabelle do as she wished with her body. Otherwise, it would have to be De Guinne who took the initiative, and the control. Lady Marotte had no patience for the unskilled, or the weak. While her green eyes fixed upon Arabelle´s actions, Lady Marotte´s fingers worked on her blouse. Being tightly tucked into her pants, it remained in place as she took the buttons off one by one, making the size of her breasts easier to discern. They were full and round, and certainly appetizing, although they were not too big. After all, she led a life of healthy exercise. In any case, it was clear the Berlionesse blood greatly favoured her physique compared to that of other female warriors.

She stepped out of her boots and, with her blouse undone, she continued with her belt. Once it was open, she proceeded with the button of her pants, and then pulled them down, letting the red fabric slide over her hips. Her legs were toned, as well built as the rest of her body. And with her pants down on the floor, her blouse soon slid off her shoulders as well. Lord Simons and Arabelle could then see the scars on her body. One bordered the inner side of her left breast, almost on the center of her chest, and was not too long. There was another on her left side, that went almost front to back. And a final one ran down her right leg. None of them looked too deep, but only in war could she have acquired such wounds. Still, Lady Marotte was not afraid or embarrassed to show them. With her underwear now off as well, she stepped forward, her smooth, fair-skinned body stepping forward to them.

 

[monique_minx]

Delara was stunned as Antar lunged and gripped her, pulling her into a sizzling kiss that left her breathless. His hand gripped her dress and tore it from her body, her eyes wide with surprise, fear and a touch of excitement as the fabric gave away easily. Her pink silken corset and white pantaloons revealed to his gaze and she suddenly felt the need to cover herself, Antar had never seen beyond her dress before!

His hand lashed out and wrapped in her hair, she squealed with fear as he pulled away from her lips and dragged her to the bed, shoving her down on it. She grunted and looked up at him, her chest heaving with effort and slight panic as he stepped back and took a glass and drank deeply of the spirits it held. She winced as he threw it into the fire, the flames leaping and devouring the fuel it provided them.

She swallowed hard as his blazing eyes fell on her again, the covetousness she saw flaming in them was enough to make her cringe and she covered her body. Delara wishing she had never played so dangerous a game with Antar! She took another deep breath and became her noble self; it would achieve nothing to be the frightened slave girl running away from everything in sight! Besides, that was not in her nature; Delara was always in charge, she was a Lady and now it was time to think like one all over again.

“What do you intend to do with me Antar? I cannot give myself to you, you know that…” She trailed off, he could take her if he so wished as she was nothing and nobody in this country. A fact that she had brought to Xavier’s attention not long ago; she was considered a slave here and she knew slaves had no rights.

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

To hear the princess command something so base...so pleasurable from him was an order he was more than willing to obey. His hands grabbed at Princess Arabelle's body, grabbing roughly at her body and pulled her close to his chest before she could let out a sound. His hand grabbed at her throat, pulling her head back over his left shoulder while his right hand slid down her belly and stroked across her waist and pulled her body back across his thighs, his knees slipping between her legs and shifting them apart, leaving her sprawled on his lap and pinned against his body.

"Lady protector, we have our command, the Princess wishes for us to make her scream...but I wonder if it should be in pleasure or in pain." Lord Simons said, and his teethbit down into the princess' neck, it was a small nip, not a large bite...and the pressure of his teeth broke the skin and let a long trickle of crimson crawl down the princess's pale skin.

"To return the favor Princess." Simons growled into her ear, squeezing her throat slightly more than would have been needed...tightly enough that her pulse pressed against his rough grip.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Arabelle struggled only slightly against the grip of Lord Simon, his rough hand against her soft throat. She smiled over at the Lady Protector, knowing that if Lord Simons intended to keep his life he would not mark her.

She captured his other hand, and keeping eye contact with her Lady Protector, brought it to her lips and suckled on the tips gently. She tasted the salt from his fingertips, pulling his digits deeper into her mouth. Arabelle pushed her naked bottom into the lap of the one who held her, moving her exposed bottom over his rigid sex. Her movements exposed her pussy to her Protector, the wetness glistening on the outer lips of her labia. She beckoned Lady Marotte over to her writhing form.

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Antar spied the prone form of the Lady Delara and he walked towards her. When he quickly reached towards her, she flinched and he ran a light finger over her jaw and down her neck.

"I want to hear the words from your throat my dear" he said, "I want to hear you renounce your standings, I want you to kneel before me, and swear fealty to my crown and this country." he said softly as he touched her just as softly, "and I want you to do it on your knees." He regarded her then, her soft curves and the swell of her breast.

Suddenly, he grabbed her face and made her to look at him, "And if you don't my dear, you will watch as the men your betrothed sent for you are murdered and then you will be sent back with their blood on your hand!" He removed his hand from her and stalked away to stand several feet away, waiting her reaction.

 

[monique_minx]

Delara recoiled as Antar reached out to her and her expression screwed up into one of fear for a moment before it disappeared. She watched his eyes as his fingertip ran down her face and throat softly.

"I want to hear the words from your throat my dear, I want to hear you renounce your standings, I want you to kneel before me, and swear fealty to my crown and this country."

Delara's eyes widened as he touched her lightly, his words were unbelievable! He didn't really think she'd do that, did he? His eyes drifted over her scantily clad form, her arms moving to cover her corset as she looked away from him. He gripped her chin and forced her eyes to stare into his.

"And if you don't my dear, you will watch as the men your betrothed sent for you are murdered and then you will be sent back with their blood on your hand!"

Her eyes widened in shock and fear as he released her and stepped away, watching her carefully as she moved to the edge of the bed. Delara's face was one of exasperation and horror, she couldn't believe Antar would do this to her or go this far. Her body trembling as she stepped off but her eyes didn't leave his until she stood and then dropped her gaze to the ground. Was she really about to do this? Give up her country, her title and her life? Her loyalties? She knew she was because she couldn't allow blood to be spilled on her account, men senselessly murdered for her, Antar knew which button to press and he was right on the mark. She sunk to her knees, clad only in her silk pink corset and white pantaloons as she looked up at him, her chest heaving and her raven hair tucked safely behind each ear.

"I renounce my title as Lady Delara of Tangara and I renounce myself of the court of Valstonia. I..." She took a deep breath as a single tear ran down her cheek, her face hardened and she sucked it in, "I swear my allegiance to The Empire, I swear fealty to...to Prince Antar, to the crown of The Empire as I am now; a slave of The Empire..."

She looked away from Antar as she finished, disbelieving what she had just done and completely appalled with herself. Her face still stony and emotionless but it was clear that she was angry as it emanated in her body language. It wasn't set until she signed a parchment that read as much but she wondered what her people would think of her, she would be branded a traitor and to set foot in Valstonia again would bring her certain death after this. Her eyes found Antar again, she swallowed hard and bit her lip as she gave a last ditch effort to ask for mercy on her part.

"Please don't make me sign it Antar, don't make it permanant...I'll be a traitor..." She dropped her eyes, her form became one of subserviance as she awaited his decision and wondered how much her life would be forever changed now...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"Begging suits you Lady Delara," Antar chuckled softly, he ran a finger softly over the curve of her cheek down her neck. "Remember when you begged me to kiss you, that day under the eaves of the church, the bells ringing in our ears as I caressed you?"

Antar pulled the stunned Lady to standing, and continued his gentle assault on her body, his fingers tugging at her stays, never hard or rushed just barely touching the Lady, before they move to another area. Delara closes her eyes; Antar's lips are almost playful against hers, licking her lips, feeling her sigh against him. He steps away from her then, and she opens her eyes to the discovery of her nakedness.

Antar takes her by hair and leads her back to the bed. Throwing her down upon it, on her back, as she lands her sex is opened and exposed as her legs spread. He reaches down and fingers her clit roughly. Watching as she gets wet for him.

"Beg for it now, Lady Delara, please me and you can keep your title."

 

[monique_minx]

"Begging suits you Lady Delara"

She looked up as his hand moved over her cheek; Delara turned her head away from him in disgust and realized she had never been so far beneath Antar before. He had never had so much power over her as he did in this moment.

"Remember when you begged me to kiss you, that day under the eaves of the church, the bells ringing in our ears as I caressed you?"

Delara closed her eyes for a moment...yes, she remembered, of course she remembered! He pulled her to her feet and Delara looked into his eyes as he began tugging on her ties rather gently. She felt helpless, what would be the point in resisting him now? Her eyes closed as his fingers continued to stray over her body and she felt his lips, his tongue against her mouth, she sighed and took in a deep breath to still herself against his touch.

She felt Antar step away, her eyes fluttered open and she saw her corset and pantaloons lay on the ground at her feet. Her body revealed to Antar’s eyes, the modest curve of her breasts and how her nipples reacted to the cool air that touched them. She wanted to run but felt as though she was frozen in time until Antar gripped her hair, she winced in pain and stifled a yelp as he threw her to the bed unexpectedly. Her legs spread suddenly and even as she moved to close them, she was far too slow for Antar was upon her quickly and his hand found her mound.

Delara’s lips pressed tightly together as his fingers toyed with her clit, she bit down on her tongue to suppress the sounds that might otherwise escape her and felt a flush rise in her cheeks as her arousal grew. Her eyes snapped open as he spoke.

"Beg for it now, Lady Delara, please me and you can keep your title."

Delara whimpered softly, she was in total disbelief of the sound that escaped her…that Antar actually caused her fear, arousal and would soon have her pleading for him, for something she wasn’t sure she wanted.

“I…I beg you Highness…” A blush rose in her cheeks, flaming red as she spoke her next words in a whispered tone, “…I beg you to take this wanton slave before you…I wish to please you Antar…take pity and let me do so…” She finished in a hurried murmur of words, seeming unsure of herself and fearful of what was to come.

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

Lord Simons's hands pulled the Princess closer to him, his hand squeezing her throat as he licked at the welt of blood running down from the wound on her neck. His right hand slipped down and his fingers stroked her mound insistently. His cock was stiff and ready, but as it hung there, rigid and waiting to press inside her, he limited himself to his fingers...the touch of his rough hands against her sensitve slit, teasing at her sex...stroking her clit.

"You want me inside you princess? My manhood within you as your lady protector licks at you? Perhaps your body on top of mine as the protector straddles you...her sex waiting for your tounge..." Lord simons growled the words into her ear as his fingers rubbed at the young woman's sensitive clit incessantly.