The Ambush

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

In the depths of the forest, the princess paused, leaning against a tree as she tried to hear past the gasping of her breath and the pounding of her heart for any sign of pursuit.

Nothing.

Only the lapping of water in a small stream, and the gentle sough of a wind that scarcely rustled the leaves as it passed. The Princess knelt and drank thankfully. There were stones in the streambed, and she pushed a few together with her bound hands, wedging the misericord between them. With a few strokes of the blade she was able to sever the rags that had been wound loosely around her wrists. She watched as the pieces floated down the stream and got to her feet, ready to go on.

She had hoped, of course, to meet up with Simon, but from the start it had been only the most forlorn of hopes. She did not doubt that the next time she saw Simon, she would be at the head of her father's guards when she guided them back to bring the brigands to justice.

It was then that she saw, across the stream, one of her father's horses.

Her heart leapt in her breast when she realized that the markings on his coat were indeed familiar to her. It was LovesArrow, the dappled grey who had been tethered to the last of the supply wagons. He had been her own horse at home -- her special favourite -- and as a surprise her father had decided he might go along with her to her uncle's estate. How he had escaped the notice of the bandits she would never know, but she thanked whatever powers watched over her as she rose from her knees and approached the horse, whispering his name softly.

LovesArrow looked up and nickered. His delicate hooves splashed through the water as he came towards her, his head lowered to touch her outstretched palm in a kiss of greeting.

Princess Skye laid her cheek for a stolen moment against the neck of her horse. Hot tears were stealing down her cheeks as she thought of Simon still held hostage by the bandits. She hated herself for leaving him...and yet the practical part of her knew that only by leaving him had she given him the slightest hope of rescue.

In a trice she was astride the horse, her long scarlet gown kilted up over her bare thighs. She bent and whispered...and they were off.

The Princess Skye rode well. The symbiosis of horse and rider was something that had come naturally to her. When she bent and whispered love-words to her mount, it seemed that he understood her...that he ran with his whole heart. Even now, in the utmost peril, the Princess took comfort in her communion with that wild spirit. She shook back her long hair and let the wind run caressing fingers through it. Bare-breasted and bare-legged, she bent and wound her arms around the horse's neck.

They flew, their pace much faster than that which the char and the supply wagons had been able to keep on the journey outwards. Once or twice they frightened small herds of deer as they thundered past.

And then they saw the castle.

The Princess Skye sat straight, and covered her knees with her tattered gown. With one hand she drew together the edges of her bodice, and proudly approached the gates.

"Open in the name of Skye, Princess of Toran!" she shouted. The words were sweet in her mouth.

Sweeter still the looks on the faces of the guards as they ran pell mell down the drawbridge to meet her.

"Where is my father?" she asked the Captain of the Guard as he scurried to her side and knelt at her foot.

"Away, my Lady," the man stammered, looking up at a vision which would torment him for the rest of the day and the whole night too. "He marched out with his men to join the main battle forces only an hour after you left us this morning."

Princess Skye raised her head to the towers of her castle...to the banners snapping proudly in the wind. She looked over her shoulder at the road, and the woods beyond. A slow smile spread over her face.

When she turned to face the men again, she was sweet Princess Skye no longer. Even the sight of Dame Honeyfair staggering from the inner courtyard with her snowy head-dress flapping did nothing to remind her of her former life. She had a purpose now.

The Princess dropped her hand from her breasts and smiled inwardly at the audible sigh which rose from the throats of all the assembled men. Each one hurriedly looked away, it is true, but not before the sight of her had had its desired effect. The Princess could almost have laughed aloud.

A loud thwunk announced the fainting away of Dame Honeyfair. Princess Skye ignored it.

"There are brigands in the forest," the Princess said coldly. "Our guardsmen, apparently, have been very lax. That will change."

Each man she looked at seemed to be having problems meeting her eyes. Good. That pleased her. She arched her back slightly so that her white breasts spilled from her torn gown completely, destroying the composure of every man present. The sight of their confusion made her nipples harden...a strange, very enjoyable heat began to kindle between her outspread thighs.

"This lack of discipline will be tolerated no longer. While my father is away, I am in command of this castle. Every order of mine will be obeyed without question. Do I make myself clear?"

To underscore her words, she nonchalantely let the shreds of her skirt fall away from one thigh. The man kneeling at her foot flushed to blood red at what he saw. Were his eyes sharp enough to see that she was wet? She wondered...and shifted slightly, letting him look his fill at the lush pink flesh spread wide against the horse's back.

Princess Skye had a feeling that he would be most happy to serve her...in whatever capacity she might care to use him.

"Now." Princess Skye shifted her eyes to the guardsmen at large.
"My attendant Simon has been taken hostage by bandits. These same bandits planned...to exercise certain liberties against my royal person. The leader is a man named Darius. You will flush the forests day and night until you bring him and all his band back to me as prisoners. Not one is to be allowed to escape. "

The captain of the guards was still looking up her dress in a most distracted fashion. The Princess Skye rolled her eyes and shifted her foot slightly, landing a light kick against the side of his jaw.

"Yes, my Lady!" the captain gasped, and struggled to his feet already roaring orders to his men. The Princess bit her lips to keep from laughing. She had not missed the way in which his tunic stood straight out beneath his belt...as though he were hiding a whole loaf of bread in his leggings.

The Princess whispered to LovesArrow and he bore her slowly over the drawbridge, past the confused tangle of guardsmen, past the prone body of Dame Honeyfair (who was being fanned by a kitchenmaid holding a half-plucked chicken in one hand).

As the portcullis was closed, she turned her head once more.
"Oh...and please bring Simon to me as soon as you have secured his release. It occurs to me that perhaps there might be ways unexplored in which he might be of service to me."

 

[Sinjun]

Alex

Alex gasped as Darius rained hot, searing kisses on her mouth and throat. She could feel his muscles ripple and quiver with his desire and hunger for her. She moaned as she felt him press her to the soft ground, crushing the forest leaves beneath them with a soft rustle. His kisses soften to a gentle caress, lazily exploring her mouth for long minutes without rushing simply allowing her to relax.

He was driving her crazy. She pulled and pressed herself against him, impatient and demanding more. Darius growled as his tongue darting hotly in and out of her mouth, exploring every curve until she began to tremble beneath his lips. He ravaged her sweetness until she was moaning softly and panting for breath. Her arms tightened about him as she kissed him back feverishly.

Alex moved restlessly against him, giving him all the encouragement he needed. Passion consumed her before she became aware that he had undressed her, pulling and throwing her shirt away, yet taking care not to press upon her injury. She no longer felt the throbbing of pain but of desire, burning deep within her.

Darius had removed his own clothes too. She realized that when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. He groaned from the touch of her soft breasts against him. Her nipples were hard of their own accord with eager anticipation. Alex sighed as he began to stroke her shoulders, the curve of her spine, her silky thighs.

Their kisses became wild, ravenous, and demanding. She stroked his back, feeling the strength in him. She was pinned beneath him, her hair spilled across the forest floor like a pool of ink. Darius raised himself up to look at her. Her violet eyes were almost black with passion and desire. His eyes swept her body, taking in the sights hungrily before he savaged her bruised and swollen lips.

He continued his assault on her senses until she was consumed. Her smooth leg rubbed against his restlessly as she began to caress his back, basking in the feel of his hard body. His hands found her breasts as he cupped her mounds possessively, fondling them teasingly, tauntingly, before he bent his head and covered one rosy bud with his lips.

Lightning raced through Alex as she arched herself up against him with a soft cry. His lips were pressing tiny circles around the harden peak while his tongue flicked at it. She sucked in her breath, groaned low in her throat, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She felt one of his legs forcing her thighs apart, opening her for the onslaught of his hand as his mouth moved to her other breast.

Before she could protest, his fingers sought out her softness, brushing her intimately. Alex cried out into the night but he covered her mouth with own once more, silencing her incoherent whimpers as he stroked the pulsating velvet of her rhythmically, tenderly, and expertly. His fingers traced her soft satin skin until she was warm and wet where he touched her.

Darius’ mouth began to travel downward again, leaving a trail of fire. He found her breasts again and possessively claimed them once again. Alex was consumed with passion as she entwined her fingers in his hair, her body straining against him. His fiery tongue blazed its way to her belly and then to the hollows at her hips as he licked her, tasting her.

Alex gasped with delight as his mouth fluttered lightly upon her before covering her sweet sex. Again and again, he tasted the length of her soft, honeyed flesh while she writhed at the blinding sensations. A deep burning ache began to burn within her core. His tongue was relentless in seeking out the ambrosia that came from her. She felt his fingers gently filling her, exploring her slowly and then faster as his mouth continued to send tremors through her body.

Alex was arching her hips frantically against him as she cried out. She began to tug and struggle against him but Darius was not to be denied. He continued until she exploded with the stars. He growled was satisfaction before rolling over, taking her with him until she was on top, held safely within his arms.

Her hair tumbled about them as she looked at him. Her face was flush and a sheen of perspiration glittered on her skin. A mischievous smile touched her lips before she slipped from his grasp to slide down the length of him. She touched the dark mat of hair on his chest and felt the muscles beneath his skin.

Her fingers lightly traced the outlines of scars before wrapping themselves around his hard shaft. She began a slow motion, savoring the feel of his skin and the heat the radiated from him. This time it was Darius’ turn to moan. Alex lightly lifted his balls and mouthed them, drawing another moan from the bandit leader.

Embolden by his response, Alex closed her mouth around his shaft and pulled hard on it. She was immediately rewarded with tangy sweetness that she lapped up quickly. She sucked the full length of his organ, her fingers tracing circles everywhere. Her head moved back and forth, pulling on it, her lips tightening and then releasing as her tongue circled the tip.

Over and over she repeated skillfully as Darius began to grunt, his hips rocking and undulating. She could feel the mushroom tip swell as she continued. Darius began to thrust himself into her wet hot mouth, his eyes were closed as small drops of perspiration beaded on his skin. Alex slowed down, tormenting him and flaming the fire of desire that raged within him.

Darius moaned in sweet agony, his eyes snapping open to see hers glittering in the moonlight. She smiled impishly at him from her position and lightly placed a kiss on the tip of his engorged member. He growled at her before hauling her roughly back up, trapping her teasing mouth in a heated kiss.

He rolled her over, bracing himself above with his powerful arms. He felt the wet hot warmth of her beckoning to him, calling out to him and his body responded. He caught her hair with one hand and started to kiss her mouth brutally as he poised himself above her, ready to claim what he had desired for so long.

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

Simon roared with anger, the fire in his veins still strong from the battle before. He brought his stolen sword and swung it wildly at the man clutching his other arm. The man let go and staggered backward to avoid the blade.

It was all Simon could manage to not rush at him and hack the bandit to shreds. He affixed the image of the princess in his mind. She was probably wandering through the forest right now, completely lost. Again, he turned and fled.

The forest became far more dense, and Simon was forced to slow his pace to a fast walk to keep from tripping. He slashed at some bushes with his sword and trudged through. The trail he was leaving would be easy to follow, but if he made it back to the king's castle, it wouldn't matter.

The rush of battle had long left him, and the travails of the previous day had begun to wear upon him. He had eaten nothing and drunk little since that morning and it was now late afternoon. Simon swayed on his feet, catching himself on a tree.

Parts of him were shouting that there was no possible way to go on, but the only part he payed any attention to was the one showing him the image of the princess. If he got home, he could immediately send out a search party, and they would find her. Simon was certainly in no position to help her even if he found her now, and while he was devoted, he was not stupid.

Somehow he found breath for words. "Princess Skye." His voice was rough and dry, but the words helped him rise again and stagger forward. He pushed back the branch of a low hanging tree as he moved onward. As he let it go, it snapped back and whipped him in the face. Simon spun around and instinctively swung his sword out, becoming lodged firmly in the wood of the branch.

His grip on the blade slipped, and he stumbled backwards a few feet. His eyes were closed before he even hit the ground.

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

Princess Skye climbed the stairs to her room in the tower almost without knowing what she did. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows, falling across the richly embroidered covers of her bed and all the little personal articles she had possessed since childhood. She should have felt glad to be home. She should have felt safe. Instead, all she felt was the yawning emptiness of knowing that she had returned without Simon.

One by one she closed the shutters, and leaned her head against the rough stones of the wall. Hot tears coursed down her muddied cheeks. Her slender body convulsed with silent sobs. Her scarlet gown hung in tatters. She remembered how proud of it she had been when she set off in the char with Simon. All of the world had seemed spread out at her feet. She had been off on a new adventure, with Simon as her companion. Oh, of course she had never thought of him as a man really...how could she? But then....

In her mother’s mirror she stared at her tear-stained face. How had he seen her? As a child still? She thought so. Dear old reliable Simon. Always at her side, always taking her arm when she slipped on the ice in winter, always bringing her a wrap when the air turned chilly at evening. How many times had he scolded her for her mistakes in Latin? How many times scrubbed her face when she laughed at him across the table, her smiling mouth shining from a slice of hot roast boar? Sometimes...she could not really explain it...but sometimes it had almost seemed that when he finished his scrubbing and scolding he wanted to do something more. There was an expression in his eyes...a slight parting of his sensuous lips...that made her think of a kiss.

Her fingers clenched into a fist against the wall. The bandits! When she caught them she would have them drawn and quartered if any harm had come to Simon. That fool whose finger she had nearly bitten off. The popinjay de Granson, the brute Chastellain, and most of all the disgusting parody of a gentleman that was Captain Darius. His arrogance had made her want to vomit. Did he really think that she could not see past his thin veneer of gentility to the loathsome offal he was at the core?

And now Simon was at their mercy and alone.

It would be hours yet before her guardsmen could be expected back with any news of their search through the forest. She was thankful that her father had left a sufficient garrison at her disposal to launch a deadly attack on the bandits. The brigands were few, and a small force of her highly trained men would be enough to take them without leaving the castle defenseless. Most of the men with her father now were knights who had fiefs from him, and who owed him military service in return. They were not castle guards.

Simon had done his best to teach her about military history. His lessons on warcraft had been amongst the most enjoyable she had ever had from him. His mind was so keen, and his stories so compelling that she had often wondered if he had played more of a part in the Eastern wars than he had ever admitted to. What was Simon’s history, really?

With his strongly muscled but infinitely graceful body, she could imagine him as an accomplished fighter. There was a sinewy stealth about him that reminded her sometimes of a dark and feral cat. She pondered this, stripping off the rags of her gown in preparation for a bath.

He had been so heroic when the bandits came. Her knight, her dear old protector. Naked, she suddenly felt a strange heat radiating upwards from her belly...making her nipples tingle and swell.

Simon. What would it be like to ....

But she never could. Simon was not a man.

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

Simon awoke in a strange place. His head hurt, and he was lying on a very soft bed. It was quite different from his normal sleeping quarters where his pad was barely even elevated off the ground. The floodgates of memory slid open, and he tried to sit up.

A firm hand planted itself on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. The man that stood over him looked familiar, like one of the doctors that frequently visited the King and the Princess. Had he been brought home?

The doctor placed his hand on Simon's forehead and paused thoughtfully. "Your body has suffered, but your humours are in proper balance. You should make a speedy recovery once you get some rest and sustenance."

Simon looked at the doctor and spoke, his throat still quite sore. "Princess Skye." He couldn't get out the rest of the sentence.

"She made it back to the castle on her own, which is more than I can say for you. Here, drink some more water."

He took the proferred cup and sat up to drink it. Some of the water spilled down on his bare chest. Looking down at his own body, he realized that he was naked, save for a bandage on his shoulder and the blanket pulled up to his waist.

"I need clothes. I must go see the princess." When he went to throw the blanket off, he felt a twinge of pain in his shoulder and he flinched.

"You must do no such thing." The doctor looked him sternly in the eye. "You will get some more rest. When you wake again, you will get food, and then we can talk about the princess."

"No. I'll be okay." Simon stood up, for a moment. He fell back on the bed when his legs gave out. Soon his fatigue overtook him and he was laying his head on the soft pillow, thinking that in just a moment, he'd steel himself for another attempt. He was asleep before the doctor had even gotten the blanket back up over his body.

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

The Princess was sitting up to her chin in hot water when she heard the loud clamour of booted footsteps in the hallway outside the bathchamber.

“Perronelle! Go to see who is there!” she said to the waiting-maid who stood beside the large round tub, a ewer of fresh water in one hand.

Perronelle dropped a curtsey and sailed away behind the panels that curtained the bath from sight of the door.
“My Lady, it is Smirke, the manservant – he says he has important news for you!”

Smirke! Princess Skye’s heart leapt up into her throat, and she stood abruptly in the bath, reaching for a silken robe as she stepped over the rim. Gideon Smirke was Simon’s personal servant, she knew. The only kind of news he could possibly be bringing her would be about Simon’s safe return...or Simon’s death.

‘My Lady!” In one motion, Smirke glided to his knees, his hat hurriedly doffed. Perronelle uttered a little squeak and rushed to dry the Princess Skye’s dripping hair as she stood, pale and tall just beyond the bath screen.

“Enough of that – what news, man? Has Simon been found?” Princess Skye had to stop herself from crossing the room and shaking the obsequious little fellow. Ceremony! Damned playacting and folderol better suited to a village fair! Could he not see that she was half out of her mind with fear at what tidings he was about to give her?

Smirke dared to lift his head. His face flushed darkly. Why did Simon always treat this young woman like a child? Truly he must have lost his wits with his manhood. Without her layers of kirtle and under-kirtle and chemise and surcoat...with only this thinnest veil of dampened silk between her flesh and the air...he thought he was gazing at some forest nymph, put on earth only to drive honest men to distraction. Ah, but then that had to be the cause of Simon’s blindness. He no longer even saw as a man saw. Smirke silently lifted up a prayer of thanks for a stiff cock and the wits to use it.

“My Lady...I bring news of Simon.”

She could have boxed the man’s ears! Did he think she expected to hear news of her crops, or the latest ballad? She controlled herself.

“Yes. And? Has he been found? Is he well?”

Smirke wished that his loins would not trouble him so when he was on official business. He prayed Princess Skye would not command him to rise, for then he would be undone for sure. No codpiece had ever been designed well enough to hide from view the raging erection of a man who had been kept on short rations for months beneath the watchful eye of Dame Honeyfair. She ruled the castle like a convent and expected all of her manservants to have the discipline of monks. Not that there was not the odd fondling to be had behind a cask in the cellar, or out amongst the onions in the kitchen garden. But it was never enough...there was never enough time to finish what Nature in her wisdom started...and then to be presented with a half-naked Princess whose breasts strained so bewitchingly beneath the sheerest confine of wet and very transparent silk – one could almost envy Simon and his lack of natural energies!

(Well...no. Smirke had to admit that he had never felt enough agony to seriously wish he had been in Simon’s place.)

“Gideon Smirke! What is amiss? Speak now – is Simon well?” The Princess was coming towards him now. Water was dripping from her long limbs...leaving a trail on the polished floor that just now Smirke wished he could prostrate himself and lick dry. There had been roses in her bathwater. One of them suddenly landed just in front of him. He would snatch it up when she had turned her head. He would sleep with it under his pillow. He would....

“SMIRKE!!”

“My Lady – Simon is found – the doctor sent me straight from the infirmary -- he is bruised and dazed but whole – or as whole as a man like my master can be – I mean – oh......”

He saw that he was speaking to air. After the first words of his speech the Princess had rushed from the room. Without thinking, Smirke rose to his feet and heard a squeal from Perronelle. Women had squealed before when they saw the size of his cock. Unfortunately, this was not that kind of squeal. He fell to his knees again in confusion and fumbled for the rose-petal the Princess had dropped.

When he lifted his head again, it was to be drowned in cold water by...Dame Honeyfair.

 

[Arius]

Wrapped within the storm of sexual desire flowing through him, His body no longer was his own, a creature of desire was enveloped around Alex. His mind absent of all thought except in regards to ways of pleasuring her. His hands covered every inch of her body as his tongue continued to assail her sweet breasts flowing down to her hidden sex, his wicked tongue flicking within her honeyed folds covering his face with her sweet sacred drink.
Alex's moans resonated in his mind urging him to continue He felt her body writhing beneath his touch as he greedily lapped every drop of her passion.

Her body began to tense as he felt a shower of flame cover him. Lifting his head, he groaned as he rolled her over. Now on top, Alex had control, his soft skilled hands fondling the tip of his hardened blade. Alex's eyes were full of mischief as her lithe body slid down his. Closing her mouth over the base of his shaft, he felt his balls traced by her moistened lips sending a new sensation through him. Slowly, she enveloped his pulsing shaft, the tension of her pursed lips and her smoldering mouth summoned a growl from within him.

Opening his eyes slightly, he viewed the raven haired beauty bobbing her head with fervour as her small breasts moved in rhythm to her body, Darius, began to lunge forward into her mouth, allowing Alex to devour his full length, his inner fires nearing imminent release. As she slowed, she teasingly licked his tip, lining her lips with the first drops of his lust.

Taking hold of her, he rolled her beneath him, running his hand through her hair gripping it as his lips locked with hers tightly, lashing his tongue out to meet hers. Simultaneously, he rose his knees, closing one hand over her breast and plunging himself into her waiting folds. Her muscles closed around him as he delivered slow, shallow thrusts into her A sudden sigh escaped from Alex into his Darius' mouth. His beginning motions were slow, shallow teasing thrusts. Slow and shallow, slow and shallow, his slow piston motion continued, kneading the luscious orb within his hand matching the pace. Descending deeper within her with one hard and fast drive his hand roughly closed over the soft skin of her mound. Darius gave no indication as to when he would deliver his strong lunge into her as he kindled the flames within her to a sensation that conjured pure and total sexual insanity.

Alex's small body writhed beneath him as he became driven with a fierce animalistic feeling of ownership. Increasing the speed of his thrusts the shallow drives were no more. His furious impalement of her produced the sound of skin slapping against skin pressing her stronger against the ground. She cried out as he parted from her lips to hear her sweet melody. Growling as he continued his possession. Lowering his head to entrap the hardened nipple his tongue swirled around it mercilessly. The combination of her intoxicating scent, the friction of his hard cock within her and the tensing of her muscles enveloping him in an attempt to milk the white fire within him, brought Darius to a rising growl toward the lightning streaked sky as he began to pump his seed into Alex, lining her moistened walls with his desire. Her body began to shudder as the waves of semen wracked through her. As the waves subsided the gentle purr of Alex's voice is heard as Darius lowers himself on her, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. "Let this night be our treasure, sweet Alex." He remained captivated by her eyes for what seemed to be timeless moments. tracing lazy fingers across her breasts.

 

[Arius]

Darius

OOC: Alex may set another post between this but I have to go out for a while and the internet is acting up so I will post the follow up to hers

IC:As the storm subsided Darius caught the sound of loud voices on the wind. Rolling next to Alex, he traced a finger down her sweat streaked body as he began to dress. "Something is wrong.." Darius whispered as the voices began to rise, echoing through the forest. "William? What is he babbling about." he turned his head in an attempt to make fuller comprehension of the babbling thieves. Darius turned pale, narrowing his eyes with rage. "Alex, we have to return to camp, and quickly. the princess has escaped!! Damnit, I will have heads for this!!" Dressing quickly he rolled once again toward Alex, closing his lips over hers tightly as he jumped to his feet, breaking off into a run, his hair disheveled and his body still weakened some from his love making. Breaking through the bushes, Darius appeared within the center of the camp.


"What the hell is going on here?!! Bring me the guards of the princess, NOW!" Darius quickly drew his stiletto from his hip, Alex appearing soon after from the darkened woods. Turned to his first commander Darius' enraged voice bellowed "William, what do you have to say about this? Where did she go?!"

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

The way to the infirmary had never seemed so long! Her bare feet were silent on the stone staircase as she climbed flight after winding flight. With every beat of her heart she seemed to hear the name Simon...Simon

Then she saw the small knot of men at the end of the corridor; Doctor von Zahringen, two soldiers and Beauregard, one of her father's advisors. They were so involved in their discussion that not one of them looked up as she skimmed past them, to the room at the end of the hall.

At the door she paused to catch her breath. She ran her hand nervously through her long flame-coloured hair. Her body was warm now from running...her skin was flushed...her lips slightly parted as she opened the door and saw Simon lying there.

And saw....

There was no way to make sense of what she saw before her, the whole and beautiful man who lay on the rumpled bed. Princess Skye felt her knees begin to give way with the shock of it. The questions that darted through her brain all centred on the one question, the only one that mattered: How?

Silently, she slid the bolt across the door behind her and advanced slowly towards the bed.

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

There were tears in the princess's eyes as the leery-eyed bandit approached her. Someone held his hands firmly behind his back. His captor had a hand in his hair, holding his head up to watch as the man approached Skye.

In the bandit's tent, Simon opened his mouth to scream, but he was unable to make a sound.

In the king's castle, Simon whimpered in his sleep.

The bandit continued his approach to the girl, reaching his hands towards her breasts. Simon strained against the strong grip of his captor, but could not break the hold.

In the tent, Simon strained to utter the princess's name.

In the castle, Simon mumbled one word: "Skye."

Princess Skye turned her face away from her ever-approaching attacker. To get to her, Simon realize he must break free of his captor. He suddenly turned around to see who it was and stared into the face of Nasreen. It was she that held him tight and laughed in his face. "To save her, you must stop me."

The rules of the decision were clear to Simon. There was a knife in his hand, and Nasreen stood between him and the shivering princess.

In the tent, Simon softly whispered "No."

In the castle, Simon softly whispered "No."

"She can never see you as I see you." Nasreen smirked. "To her, you can never be a man."

Simon was naked, and he looked down at himself to see only smooth skin between his legs in place of his manhood.

Nasreen laughed.

There was a knife in his hand, and Nasreen stood before him. The bandit was yet closer to the helpless princess. "Farewell, Nasreen." He stood and plunged the knife into her chest.

The ugly bandit turned as Simon approached him, purpose in his stride and in his gaze. "Leave her be, foul curr!" Simon placed a hand on his tunic, lifted the man into the air and threw him away.

He had made his decision, and it was for the princess. Simon turned to face her and saw not gratitude but shock in her eyes. "What is it, Princess?"

He followed her horrified gaze down to his own nude body. His manhood was firmly and obviously in place. Simon looked up at the princess and woke.

He sat up abruptly into Princess Skye's waiting arms. Without thinking, he embraced her and held her tight. "I'm so sorry, Skye. I should have told you. I should have told you." With those words, Simon began to cry, for the first time since he had been imprisoned, so many years ago.

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

Had the walls of the castle suddenly tumbled down around her ears, Princess Skye would not have been more surprised than she was at this moment, seeing Simon weep. The long, ragged sobs were wrenched out of him as cries of agony at last are wrung from a courageous man stretched on the rack. The sudden capitulation after the years of self control was almost frightening in its intensity.

Instinctively, her arms tightened their hold around his body. Her head was tucked beneath his chin, and for a long moment she only held herself there, her lips pressed against his throat, feeling the strong, erratic pulsing of the blood through his veins.

He continued to ask her forgiveness, his voice breaking. Skye could not bear it. Simon, who had been through so much for her sake...asking her to forgive him. She placed her finger on his mouth, whispering “Shhhh.” She lifted her head and rose up on her knees, heedless of everything but the need to bring Simon comfort. Her hands stroked over the muscular breadth of his shoulders, and her gentle mouth rained kisses softly upon his eyes...his cheeks...following the bitter traces of his tears.

He did not push her away. His own arms tightened around her, and she found herself sitting astride his lap, her long robe falling open as she cradled his head against her breast. His breath was hot and sweet against her skin, and her nipples stiffened at even this ephemeral touch. She found herself unable to think as her hands traced the contours of his muscles slowly, with a gladness and a hunger she had never expected to feel. She kissed along the line of his jaw, her tongue sketching a trail to his ear; and when she exhaled slowly, pressing herself closely against him, she was surprised to hear a strangled moan come from his throat.

His hands gripped her arms, his strong fingers sinking into her flesh. She felt like she was rescuing a man who was drowning. When the soft silken robe slipped down from her shoulders, she shrugged and let it fall the rest of the way. In her arms Simon seemed to pause. He held her at arms’ length and looked into the face he had seen so many times before...the child’s face – no, never that. A war was taking place inside of Simon. For a moment, as Skye looked at him, his face hardened; grew stern. She thought he would push her away.

A rosebud fell from her hair and landed on her thigh. For an instant his hand was there, stroking the taut, milk-white skin. Skye shuddered, and watching her face he brought the rose to his mouth, kissing it tenderly. Between them his cock had swelled erect, the dusky purplish head already wet; Skye looked at it, and as he watched her, an involuntary spasm went through him.

She might never have seen a man naked before. Simon honestly did not know. Of her virginity there could be no question. And yet he had never seen such a look of hunger on a woman’s face before. Her legs tightened around his, and he felt the unmistakeable wetness of her sex against his thigh. It kept increasing. Almost with every heartbeat, he could feel the slow heat of her honey sliding downwards to pool on his skin. The scent of it was making him lose his reason.

Then she kissed him, her mouth both tender and ravenous; her unschooled tongue so eager that he nearly rolled her over on her back there and then.

Her fingers closed around his cock and her little cry of pleasure was drowned by a sound from him that was like the moan of a man long lost in a desert, who finally is allowed to drink.

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

By the time he fully realized where he was and who he was with, Simon was in a deep embrace with the princess. She was kissing his face.

He pulled her head away so he could look her in the eyes. Was this what she really wanted? But the look was unmistakeable. She was just a child, though! No, that's not true. Sometimes he thought of her as young, but Skye was most certainly a woman.

But Simon's decision had already been made. It was now time to act upon it. With her hand upon his manhood, he cradled her head in his hands and brought her lips up to his.

She seemed uncertain of herself, but quite willing. Their lips parted, and he ran his tongue across her lips, enticing her own tongue to play.

Still kissing, Simon brought his hands down to Skye's body, caressing her back with soft, gliding strokes. He broke the kiss and laid her back on the bed, kissing and licking his way down her neck towards her soft white breasts. His fingers took a similar approach, tickling across her belly and the undersides of her breasts.

Skye shivered with delight. His fingers passed on either side of her swolen nipples, teasing them to an even greater rigidity. When she moaned, he took one into his mouth and the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucked softly and flicked his tongue across the tip while his hand tweaked and caressed her other nipple.

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

A thousand thoughts were hammering through Skye’s brain. The body of a princess was not her own to pleasure where she would. It was chattel, and the rights of ownership were the King’s.

But she had been aware of this tension for so long between Simon and herself – aware on a deep and wordless level; the calling of blood to blood. She had thought it impossible that she could ever lie with him as she lay now, her hand stroking over the magnificent swell of his manhood, feeling it harden between her fingers until its length and size made her catch her breath with excitement. She had always known that she would have to find some way in which to show him the depth of her desire...some way to bring him pleasure...some way to slake the torment she felt in her own loins. That it should be like this – that it could be as she had always wanted it to be, was a gift beyond price, a heaven beyond naming.

For months her dreams had been white-hot. Sleeping as she did in a room with two maids and sometimes even Dame Honeyfair in attendance, there had been little privacy in which to explore the ever-increasing heat she had felt in her blood. Many times, when Simon took her arm as they were walking, or leaned his head close to hers to correct some Arabic text she had succeeded in mangling, she had had to press her thighs tightly together to try and still the aching in her sex.

Sometimes she had thought she would die if she could not feel his lips as she felt them now, tugging and sucking at her breast. Her nipples were extraordinarily sensitive; she had learned that early and out of necessity. Sometimes when she was so aroused that she could forego relief no longer, she had given in to the temptation to touch her breasts herself...and come to shuddering, soul-splitting climax. She had had to do it more and more often lately as her attraction to Simon had deepened, and her hopelessness at ever satisfying her desires any other way had made her more daring.

And now his mouth – his wonderful, sensuous, full-lipped mouth – was as skillfull as she had dreamed it would be. She could feel his teeth on her nipple – only lightly, but enough to remind her of the coiled savagery in the man. This was no gelding, no pampered northern prince. In every movement of his was the audacity of the desert. She had been a princess to him once. Now she was a woman. Her body had given him the mastery of her. When he lifted his head to kiss her again, he teasingly allowed the roughness of his beard to chafe her nipple briefly, and she groaned aloud. Her inner channel clenched hard and moisture poured from her. When she returned his kiss, she was shaking. (Did he know what his very first touches had done to her? That the first orgasm had only made her the more deperate for the next?)

She tightened her grip on his cock and began slowly to move her hand up and down; wetting her fingers in the fluids that flowed almost continuously from the eye in the hugely engorged and purplish head. He was large; her fingers could not encircle him. She should have been frightened, thinking of the pain that would attend a rivening by so long and thick a fleshly spear. Instead she felt dizzy with lust.

Without his courtier’s clothes, Simon was a huge man. His muscles were well-developed, his shoulders wide. Beneath him she was like a gazelle being savaged by a lion. Her hand stroked and caressed him, touching with wonder the distended veins on his shaft. And all the while his tongue was thrusting into her mouth, making her shiver at thoughts of other thrustings. Her own tongue twined around his, battled with his, was captured and subdued by his. She had never before realized how much she had craved the taste of him. Now she was burning with shame. She wanted to taste all of him.

Restlessly she moved beneath him, releasing her hold on his manhood as his fingers toyed mercilessly with her nipple. When he broke the kiss at last and recaptured her other breast in his mouth, she lifted her hips and rubbed her sex against him. The head of his cock was pressing against a part of her that throbbed and burned and demanded attention. She was in torment, so tense, so full of need. She moaned softly, and moistened her lips with her tongue.

Simon,” she whispered, hardly able to enunciate the words as his tongue on her nipple brought her close to climax again. “Let me have you in my mouth....”

By the way her body quivered beneath him, her legs apart and her wet sex almost convulsively rubbing against him, there could be no doubt about what else she wanted.

 

[Arius]

Darius' gentle features were shattered by his rage. His eyes narrowing as he gritted his teeth. His hand snapped suddenly to the length of his chest gripping a dagger with white knuckles. "Plunge this into the heart of the man that allowed her escape! William stood silently.

Seeing a man quivering in the corner, Darius noticed a row of straw within his hand. "Lots....and near the Princess' tent!" With a cry of rage, Darius turned, launching the dagger with sharpened precision straight into the man's skull. His eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the ground lifeless with a dull thud.

"Bloody incompatent fools, she will have the whole goddamn army on us!" Darius walked over the supply wagon, heaving a chest of gold from it, tossing it hard to the ground. The wooden box shattered, sending coins spilling across the ground. "Take what you believe you deserve damn you! Take one more coin than I feel you are entitled to and I will slit all your throats!"

Darius began to hear the distant sound of clanging metal. He grinned wryly. "Here come the excutioners lads... if any of you did take pleasure from the princess, treasure it as the last wench you will ever have." Darius turned to Alex, his eyes removed of fire for the words he spoke to her. "Take what you will and go Alex, I have failed you as much as they have failed me. Let their execution not be yours." The men ran in all directions as the hurried steps of the princess' guard neared the glade.

Seeing Alex standing dumbfounded Darius growled "GO! Move on and live, forget you ever knew the name Darius Hawker! Darius drew his stiletto and spoke. "I have some royal blood to spill. That bitch will regret this." Rising to his feet and walking as a man possessed, Darius ran into the woods

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

"Let me have you in my mouth..."

Simon was surprised by the request. Where had she heard about such things? Perhaps she wasn't as innocent as he'd imagined her. "If that is what you desire."

The thought of Skye's sweet lips on his cock made his manhood twitch between his legs. The princess caught sight of this as she moved her way between his legs, gently running her fingers down his chest and stomach.

She spent a few moments just looking at Simon's staff, cupping his balls in one hand and his shaft gently resting in her other. After a bit, she smiled and took the first few inches into her mouth, sucking strongly. The sensation was powerful, but perhaps a bit much.

Simon placed his hand on her chin and lifted her mouth off of his shaft. "You don't have to be so intense. Try just licking it."

She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, causing him to moan involuntarily. "Like this?"

"Wonderful. The underside and the tip are the most sensitive parts." He ran his fingers through her hair, wondering at the beauty of her body and face. Simon felt awkward giving her advice, but she seemed eager to learn. "When you do take it into your mouth, it's not about suction as much as it is about contact and pressure." It all sounded so technical, but when she did it, it felt like heaven.

Simon resisted the urge to push his cock further into her mouth and let her play at it with her lips and tongue. He was having a hard time holding back. Perhaps she intended him to climax by her mouth and hands alone? "I am nearing my climax..." The words were hard to get out through the great wall of sensation. It was hard just to think.

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

The princess blushed darkly. How little she knew! Late at night sometimes, when Dame Honeyfair had not snored as loudly as usual, she had heard the two maidservants talking about their exploits with men. But now she saw that her knowledge was both scanty and imperfect. Obediently she ducked her head and let Simon guide her movements. She could hear in his sonorous voice an edge of urgency that excited her. When he pushed his cock into her mouth her own wetness surged. She closed her eyes and kissed the swollen, glistening head with all the savour of a lover. Her soul was in her tongue as she tasted him from balls to tip, sketching the swell of distended veins...sweeping the wet satin of the glans.

His fingers tightened in her hair, and she delved lower, the muscles in her jaw relaxing to let his cock penetrate her fully. She had to fight her own reflexes, and for a moment she feared she would not be able to take him wholly. She paused and licked him, raised her head slightly, and then plunged again, further this time. Her mouth contracted around him, her teeth only grazing him gently before she sheathed them safely behind the softness of her lips. Her tongue snaked round and round him, audaciously prodding and caressing. She withdrew almost completely, and suckled gently, raising her eyes to him briefly, the angry cock between her lips.

He had begun this lesson as so many others, patiently instructing her, letting her make her mistakes. But now his hands were an iron band around her head. He would not let her stop, and she did not want to. Her whole being at that moment was riveted on the feelings of pleasure she could feel building in Simon. Her mouth was so bruised that it was almost numb, but every shudder she felt go through his body made her that much more determined to prolong and intensify his enjoyment. She closed her lips around him tightly and glided her head slowly up and down his rigid shaft, tasting the salty bitterness of his fluids in her mouth. The musky smell of him became stronger as sweat sprang out all along his body. She had never felt such a feral, intoxicating hunger.

Then his low groans took the shape of words. "I am nearing my climax..."

She raised her head and kissed his mouth, tongue thrusting deep. Her body, squirming against his, was a wanton prayer.

She had wanted him so long! Oh, please...please...

Simon 's strong hands closed around her wrists.

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

He wanted to be inside her that instant, but he wanted to be sure that she was ready. Simon sat up with his arms around Skye, still kissing her. Turning, he lay her down on the bed where he had been. His lips brushed against her neck and moved further downward.

He paused at her breasts long enough to give a light tug with his teeth on either nipple and continued lower. Kisses were planted on her belly and in the dark triangle of hair above her sex. She parted her legs for him and he ran his fingers softly up and down the inside of her thighs while he positioned himself in between her legs. Planting a kiss on her womanhood, he ran a finger up the crease between her thigh and her groin. Doing the same with his other hand, Simon brought both hands slowly towards the center.

He tickled at the lips of her virgin slit first with his fingers, then with his tongue. She squirmed as he worked, so he grabbed her hips with his hands to steady her. Using long, slow strokes, he licked upwards from the bottom of her slit to the top, stopping just short of the clitoris, but getting closer each time. Finally he pushed his tongue between her outer labia and ran his tongue all the way up to her clit.

Princess Skye moaned and Simon took the growing little bump into his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue. He pulled gently at it with his teeth and brought a hand around to insert it into her sex.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...I feel as though an in-law, arriving at the most frighteningly inconveniant time.
But...Dear Queen, Your PM box is overstuffed and with no access to your email, the lovely note I've written you lies lonely on my hard drive.
Hippiechick I am sorry, such an interlude with this talented Lady is to be savored not interrupted...Please proceed.
You have a rapt audience of one at least.

 

[queen-mab]

Princess Skye

Princess Skye was like moulton gold in the hands of a master smith. Her body was Simon’s to manipulate as he would. A pulsing darkness swamped her senses as his tongue drove into her bruised and slightly swollen mouth. She was conscious only of the electricity between them; the tremour of tensed muscle, the ragged breathing of desire.

Everywhere his hands touched her suddenly ached with awareness. Her long and delicate throat, marked now with the passage of lips and teeth; the lightly freckled satin of girlish shoulders; the narrow milky path between her breasts. Her skin was moist and hot. Her sweat mixed with his as his body closed on top of her, pushing her deeply into the tangled nest of sheets and roses.

On his back her fingers traced the ridges of ancient scars. She wanted to ask about them, know about them, but the tumult in her body allowed her no coherent speech.

He descended lower, and her breathing became so erratic that she feared she would fall over the edge of the abyss. No body could sustain this level of tension, she thought. It was as though a hundred nights of fevered longing had suddenly been distilled into this one hour. She knew she was shameless, her legs spreading wide, her hips lifting. Her thighs were gleaming with the juices of her arousal. The sheets beneath her were soaked. And she whimpered like a little cat, begging, conscious always of the engorged penis only inches away.

The touch of his mouth to her open sex made her cry aloud. His strong hands held her still as every muscle in her body urged her to move, to rub, to grind herself against him. His tongue was long and hot and slow, licking every swollen fold, teasing and taunting but never touching the part of her that screamed for him. He opened her with his fingers, pulling the tiny wrinkled hood of skin back to expose the erect bud of her clitoris, his warm breath making her cry and claw at the sheets with her nails.

Then he was sucking her, and her grip on the world began to give way. There was nothing, nothing in the whole universe at that moment but his tongue on her clit. She could no longer control herself. She tried to muffle her cries in the pillow, but Simon was so merciless, so cruelly intent, that she soon forgot even to do that. Her body arched deeply, her head falling over the side of the bed as his fingers slid bewteen her labia and into her gushing slit.

He met resistance there, as he had known that he would, and he did not try to force his way deeper. He opened her as gently as a man might open a flower, caressing her and rubbing her as his teeth and tongue continued the assault on her clit. He drank her juices, inhaled them, and his cock trembled violently, threatening to erupt into the release so long denied. One touch, even against the sheets, and he would have been lost. Her cries were making him crazy. With every passage of his tongue over her clit, her pussy contracted, the little mouth opening and closing in a way that made him insane. She wanted him. She was more than ready. Was anyone really ever hornier than a virgin?

His proper little princess was a bitch in heat.

 

[queen-mab]

OOC to Ariosto

Oh, I am very sorry! I will empty that box immediately. And do not worry about your unannounced entrance into the Castle. Be welcome, my friend!

 

[Arius]

OOC: Yes, welcome to you Ariosto, it is an honor to have you join us.

 

[HippieChick]

Simon

Simon pulled away from Skye's trembling body and looked up at her. She thrust her hips up to reach him, but his body was just out of reach. He crawled upwards until his face was above hers and he was kneeling between her spread legs.

He kissed her softly on the lips and spoke. "Do you want this?" He pushed the head of his cock against her, steeling himself to last as long as possible. Skye nodded. Guiding his manhood with his hand, he pressed the head just inside of her cunt. He stopped the moment he felt resistance and looked her in the eye again.

Simon was overcome with pleasure, but his protective instincts were still in place. "Be sure of yourself. I will not proceed unless this is what you want."

The quiet "yes" was barely audible.

Simon pushed into her. Princess Skye cried out. He knew that pain was inevitable, but he still twinged inside at the thought. "Are you all right? Do you wish to continue?"

Through eyes closed tight, Skye nodded once again.

 

[queen-mab]

Difficulties

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[Sinjun]

Alex stood silently as she watched the bandits scramble into the woods. After Darius’ impressive display of anger, not one dared to pick up their share of the gold. The mask she always wore to hide her feelings had slipped back in place as she listened to his words. Without hesitation, she strode toward the pile of gold and collected her share.

Her eyes narrowed as she examined several gold coins before she cursed the name of the king under her breath. It was as she had suspected. All the years of lies and falsehoods were about to be torn away so that the truth would finally be revealed.

Alex watched the retreating figure of Darius as he melted into the shadows with his men. Though they were both creatures of the shadows, they walked completely different paths. She clenched her fists as she whispered into the night, “Aye, Darius, the brief moment of joy we shared I shall treasure forever. Farewell.”

The distance sound of pounding hooves and clanging of steel signaled the imminent approached of the royal army. Alex leapt upon her horse. She could see the banner of the king flying in front of the army. The time will come when that false banner will be trampled under the truth.

With a last final look at the bandit group hidden in the forest, the small mercenary spun her mount around and galloped away.

 

[Arius]

Two guards stood on the forest edge swatting flies discussing the current bandit issue. "Bloody Hell! We are sent out on a vagabond witch-hunt while the rest of the lads are out on the front lines against Agrathayn. Damned Princess...

The other guard laughed, adjusting his bardiche setting the pole firm into the ground. "Calm yourself Eustace. These flea bitten, louse infested curs kidnapped the princess, I am sure you can understand her rage."

The first guard wrinkled his face in response "Bah, I think the princess just needs a good man to humble her Corbin. Would take some of the bite out. Then she would be content in allowing the King sole rights to the military, not this sending out bullies whenever she wa.." The man's sentence was cut off as the rustling of leaves was caught by his senses. The second guard acknowledging the sound as well, he lowered his bardiche. The guard barked out "Identify yourself! You are before the Royal Guard of Toran."

The sound of silence followed by a further rustling of leaves was the response. The man within attacking stance began to inch toward the woods, Eustace now lowering his own pole-arm following his companion.

"This is your last warning, come out and present yourself or we shall have no choice but to force you to do so by force."

The further rustling of leaves continued the evident denial Eustace's request

Eustace growled "Try not our patience fool, you have no chance against trained guard of the empire. Make it easy on you and come out!"

Just then in front of the men a black flash of a cloak appeared. Descending several feet ahead in the underbrush. Rising to full length Darius Hawker stood before them, his eyes of pure fire and hatred. "Now why would I wish to make things easy, save your own deaths!" Eustace charged straight ahead his vicious blade advancing with fervour. Darius drew his stiletto to his left hand and his short sword to his right with the echo of drawn steel reverberating through the woods. The clinking of the guard's half plate became closer, as Darius stood completely still, denying fear as the instrument of death neared him.

Eustace lunged out using a trained thrust attempting to run through Darius. Pivoting to the side of Eustace in his over-extended offensive, Darius jabbed his slender blade into Eustace's undefended ribs, the surge of his lifeblood, glittering on the broken chain as he fell to one knee crying out in delicious pain. Corbin who began to wander in the opposite direction of Eustace's advance was now rushing closer upon hearing his comrade's agonizing scream. Turning his hips in one swift motion, Darius' short sword lashed out across Eustace's throat, the man dropped his bardiche and gripped the laceration in a futile attempt to hold in his own essence of life, the man fell forward with a final gurgle escaping his mouth.

Darius turned as Corbin advanced. Still some distance from Darius he spoke "You must be that bastard Darius Hawker, the leader of the mongrels that captured Princess Skye." Darius eyes narrowed on the man, a mock smile rose to his lips "Indeed I am, my good man. I am the man responsible for taking that bitch you call your princess into captivity. I was foolish not to be rid of her when I had the opportunity, it shall not be a mistake I make twice. She would be well to pray that her death is as quickly as your dispatched friend. Corbin looked to the crumpled form of Eustace, lying within the blood soaked leaves, a gruesome stain upon the gentle and surreal scene of the forest. "Think well upon your roguish life Darius, for you shall not have if for long!" Corbin's grip tightened on the bardiche as he inched closer. "For the honor of Toran I will bring your head to her majesty!" Darius sighed. "You damned insects, spouting honor and virtue over a lady that you yourself have thought about commiting impure acts. Corbin continued to inch closer. Darius jumped straight up gripping a low branch, elevating himself quickly as he looked down at Corbin. "Coward, get down here!"

Darius curled a smile "Shortly, first, tell me how badly you have wanted to have Skye riding your blade, tell me of your nightly looks into her chamber and the steps you took yourself to prevent you from doing anything impure." Corbin narrowed his eyes "That is none of your god damned business rogue!" Darius shrugged and crawled to a higher branch, sitting down. "I can read it in your eyes, you were one of her closer guard were you not? perhaps even one of her own chamber guard. Tell me how often you would look into her chamber and imagine closing your mouth over her white breasts, tell me how often you yourself used to dream about her screaming your name is sexual pleasure." Corbin began to shake with fury "Damn you, shut up!!" Darius thought for a moment, placing his finger to his chin. "Corbin....Corbin...ahhh yes, you wouldn't happen to be Corbin of the family of Faustine would you?" Corbin began to near the tree mad with fury. "Perhaps I am, what of it? Come down and fight you bloody perched buzzard I grow tired of this, how do you know so much about me? Speak, and your death shall be quickly. Do not, and I shall inflict pain upon you like you have never known."

Darius cocked a brow. "Pain? Like that that you inflicted to the former of your post, after your eve of wine and wenches, and rode over him in the camp on his own horse. You are pitiful Corbin, a waste of a man, your entire life has been nothing but obsession for her. Is it your honor that stopped you from forcing your body on her? or is it the fact that she would not touch you with your own bardiche?" Darius laughed. Corbin rising growl ended by propelling his pole arm with rage toward the branches of the tree as Darius jumped into the higher arms of the forest. The guard breathing heavily, mad with hate drew his long sword, circling around screaming insults and curses, sweat beading over his brow. The echoing laughter of Darius piercing his mind, setting him further off balance.

Descending behind the guard quietly Darius raised his blade, plunging it into the back of the neck, Corbin was dead before he met the earth. "Fear not Corbin, I will play out your fantasies for you, I shall have Skye on her knees begging for my mercy. after a period of torture if she behaves perhaps I will grant a minor sympathy to her Perhaps I will give her what you could not. Darius laughed loudly, reaching into Corbin's pocket for the rear gate key to Castle Toran.

"Wait for me Skye.." Darius mumbled as he stepped back into the forest shadows once again.