Shadow And The Princess

[Sid Onmyface]

In her 18 years of life, only two men had touched the Princess Jaine. Both were servants, one old, one young. Both were accidents, but that didn't matter. Their severed hands were on display in the courtyard. Where the rest of their tragic remains rotted only the Twelve knew.


By her father's decree, it was death to touch the Princess Jaine.
I never could resist a challenge.
I planned to touch her.
Oh, how I planned to touch her.


I planned our meeting for the third night of the Festival, when I knew the moon would be black and shadows would rule. The amazons guarding her couldn't kill what they couldn't see, and I had earned the name Shadow. I would slip by them easily, climb the tower, and do what none had dared do before.
Even if I were caught afterward, there would be a story attached to my grisly remain that would be told and retold throughout eternity.


So I waited. And I waited. I examined myself. I was small, but weren't all master thieves small? I was barely 5'3", and just over 120 pounds, but my body was muscular and flexible. Hair black as night, eyes grey as conscience, I was a little too handsome for my own good. Women remembered me, and gave descriptions to their masters that were just a bit too close for comfort.

Still. I'd seen twenty summers, and been a thief for sixteen of them. I was still alive and unmaimed. How many others could say the same.


At 10 hours, the Bells sounded, and night had begun. I headed toward the castle. In less than twenty minutes I managed to weave my way past the guards, the loveliest and most frightening women in the world. I stood before the smooth glass tower that rose toward the clouds. It was unscalable, they said.

I started climbing......

 

[Trist]

Princess Jaine watched the black moon with an insoluble need gnawing at the deepest part of her soul. She was cursed to live as her father's porcelian doll forever - the virgin that all would be adoree and wanted, but could never be had.

Princess Jaine was tired of it all. She was 18, and had needs that her father would simply refuse to acknowledge. She let out a soft sigh, looking to the sparkling stars in the velvet night, wishing for the lonliness to end. She felt like a prisoner in her own castle, like an outcast from love. Admiration would only fend off the depression so far.

The fair-skinned maiden turned away from the window, taking a few graceful steps towards her vanity. She stared into the mirror for a long while, her eyes looking over her golden tresses that reached past her waist and her perfectly round breasts. Gently she reached up and touched them, proceeding the slide her hand along her curves.

"'Tis a waste," she thought aloud, "that I must waste the years of my prime..."

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Shadow

The climb was even more difficult than I had feared.
By the time I reached a window, my thick leather climbing gloves had been cut to shreds. Several times I slipped. Once I almost fell. But pride kept me going. Greater things were in store for me than a nameless death.

I was exhausted by the time I pulled myself inside her chambers. According to gossip, the Princess had a thousand rooms. Judging from the size of her tower, it couldn't possibly be true. Three hundred tops, I estimated. Still. It might take me a while to find her. I decided to rest a moment, and to rejuvenate myself.
To that end, I took the flask of expensive Elvish brandy I had brought for that purpose. I raised it to my lips and took a small sip, but it was enough. Fire coursed through my veins, and I instantly felt energized.

As a side effect, my manhood also sprung to life.
Now I really needed to find the Princess.

Luck was with me this night.
In less than five minutes, I heard a golden voice softly singing.
I followed the sound and found myself in a large chamber brilliantly lit by a thousand candles.
In the center of this chamber was a large pool.
In the center of this pool was the Princess Jaine.
In all her glory.
And naught else.......

 

[Trist]

Princess Jaine's singing died off as she watched a stranger enter the pool room. She had found herself restless in her bed chambers, and had come here to relax a little.

Her voice proud, but a little timid to the stranger, spoke, "Who are you?"

The water barely covered the tops of the princess's breasts, she sunk back a little in embarrassment. Only her nannys had seen her nude before... And here she was, with a stranger's prying eyes able to pierce through the clear water at her.

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Shadow

She didn't scream at the sight of me. That was a surprise. Not to mention a rather good sign. I had feared a bit of coercion might have been necessary to achieve my goals. From her cool reaction, however, seduction had emerged as a distinct possibility.

"Who are you," she asked.

"Frankly, Princess," I said, offering her my warmest, most seductive smile, "I'm a man in desperate need of a bath...."

With that, I started to remove my garments. Moments later, I was completely bare. Without waiting for an invitation, I slipped into the warm perfumed waters across from the Princess.

"Ah, this feels wonderful," I observed. "Doesn't it?"

 

[Trist]

"...Y-yes..." the princess stammered, unsure of how to react to the situation. No one had dared to attempt anything like this before.

Princess Jaine tried to relax, but found that she couldn't possibly lessen the tension of her muscles. She tried to make idle banter with the stranger.

"So where is it that you have come from?"

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Shadow

I tried not to laugh.
Truth be told, it was rather endearing.

The Princess, carefully raised her entire life in the art of protocol, was trying her best to indulge me in conversation. To treat me like an honored guest, rather than a dangerous intruder who had burst into her chambers uninvited.


A dangerous, naked intruder.


A dangerous, naked wet intruder.


But I played along. I told her my life story. Oh, I might have sanitized it a bit. There were things you were forced to do while growing up on the streets that were unfit for the ears of a Lady. Still, I surprised myself with my recitation.


The Princess hung on my every word. She actually seemed to e fascinated by my life story. I suppose she didn't meet many thieves in her social circle.

After I brought her completely up to date, I decided to change the subject.

"Has anyone ever told you, my dear Princess," I said, "That you have the most delightful titties?"

"Thank you, Sir Shadow," she responded without thinking. Then, full comprehension of my words struck her, and she flushed rather prettily. But there was panic in her eyes...

 

[Trist]

Princess Jaine took a quick step back, no man had ever spoke to her in such a way before! She couldn't get over her own response... "Thank you, Sir Shadow," what was she thinking? She was practically asking to be mauled by this man! She didn't even know his real name...

He did seem to be an interesting person, though... And he would work perfectly to shatter her doll reputation. She was unsure how to act; she looked up at the stranger with slight fear and panic in her eyes, but there was more... curiousity and a need for adventure...

She waited for his next move. It would, she decided, determine what exactly would come from this meeting.

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Shadow

"Yes, lovely titties," I confirmed. "Full. Round. See how they float in the water? You need never fear death by drowning, my dear Princess..."

She cast a quizzical at me, but then she got the joke. Her laughter was musical. She slapped at the water, splashing at me until I sputtered. I did the only thing I could. I splashed her back. Soon we were both giggling as we engaged in an enthusiastic waterfight. Soon I was as wet as an Oggleman, and knew I wouldn't survive much more. I had to stop the Princess, and I knew only one way.

I put my arms around her, thus becoming but the third man to touch her, and assuring myself a terribly painful death.

It didn't seem to matter, because moments later I became but the first man to taste her soft lips. I kissed her, and her eyes widened as my tongue invaded her royal mouth. She caught on quickly, though, and soon launched a counterattack of her own. Our tongues were fighting, and both sides appeared to be winning....