by Wyatt, Dani
I knew the man he meant. Bardo. I had heard him sing. He had a good voice, but his presence was unpleasant. Weaselly… almost ferret-like. I’d always felt he wasn’t to be trusted and now I knew I was right.
“But why? Why would anybody do anything like that?”
More bone-sucking ensued, and then he replied. “Don’t know. Don’t care.” He patted his knee. “Why don’t you come on over here, Princess, and sit on Daddy’s lap?”
Bors grunted beside me. “Shut your fucking mouth.” He said, and a low growl rumbled in his chest before he paused, looked at me, then finished with, “As I said, not nearly enough beating.”
And then he rose, took three long strides around the fire pit, and walloped my father with a knock-out punch.
* * *
As we lay down to sleep, I stared at the rope-like lines of Bors’ back and shoulder muscles, feeling confusion about the things that had been done to me. On the one hand, I’d been taken, stolen as a baby, and given to a family that didn’t care for me. On the other, if that hadn’t happened, I would never have met Bors.
Questions still tumbled in my mind. Who had done it? Who had arranged it? And why?
It was clear that my father was going to be of no use in finding the answers to those questions. He slept now, snoring loudly, bound to a tree on the other side of the camp. Far enough away that he would never hear us…nor did I care.
I grabbed Bors’ massive shoulder and rolled him over to face me. He met my gaze, studying my face, at first with concern and then his pupils widened. “My angel, your sweet cunt is calling me.”
I exhaled. “I want you. I want as much of you as I can get before we reach the capital.”
As if I was mounting a horse, I swung one leg over him and pinned his huge legs beneath my body.
“Take me. Right now,” I said.
“Aye, yes, I’ve already done that but now, you’re a princess. I’m nothing more than a clan warrior. A thug.”
Despite his words—or perhaps because of them—I felt his cock begin to respond and I ground my hips into his.
“Take me,” I said. Noticing how my words affected him, how having me in control made his body respond, I pinched his jaw in my hand. “Do it,” I said. “If I am truly the princess, you’re honor bound to serve me.” I grinned. “Or service me. As I choose, you will obey.”
“No,” he protested, playing into the fantasy, his usually tight lips fighting their bend upward into a smile. “No, princess, I mustn’t.”
“Yes, you must.” I gyrated on his erection, shifting side to side, my heat and wetness surely dampening his britches.
Using my body and my desire, I worked the tip of his cock free from the loosely-tied spread of his pants and wiggled them downward until I felt its head, smooth and warm against my slippery folds. “Fuck me right now. Obey me, or you’ll feel my wrath.”
He grabbed my hips hard as I pressed my pussy against his cock, writhing, moaning, laughing as I pinned it between my body and his lower abdomen.
“You’re mine,” he said, gripping me hard. “That hasn’t changed. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to defile my future queen. Fucking you would be treason.”
I laughed. “You’ve already fucked me, your fate is sealed.” Shifting my hips around his pelvis, I gave him ample chance to enter me, but he only maneuvered his cock away from my opening. I wasn’t going to stand for it.
And so, I flattened my hand, drew it back, and connected with his cheek in a stinging slap. “Obey me.”
He thrust me off of him and got me on my knees, fire blazing in his eyes and the thrum of adrenaline rushed through my veins in heated pulses.
He returned my slap with a fistful of stinging slaps to my rear cheeks. His physical strength startled me and in turn inspired a rush of wetness that made him growl when he touched it. With his erection between my legs from behind, his shaft sliding against my sex, he enveloped my body with his.
He placed his hand on my throat, hard enough that I could feel my pulse against his palm. I wanted him inside me so badly it made me whimper. I tried to guide him to my throbbing slit, but he tightened his grip on my throat and drew my face back closer to his.
With his lips right up against my ear, he said, “Before I give you the gift of my cock, let’s get one fucking thing straight, princess. You obey me. Not the other way around.”
Bors
I bit the curve of her ear, hard enough to make her gasp. I could tell she liked that sting of pain from the way her pussy poured out its juices onto every thick inch of me.
While I had her on her knees, my hand on her throat, I felt her body rise up from behind. I wasn’t gentle and I wasn’t soft. With my free hand, I gripped her tit like a handle on an unsteady ship, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger
Moving back down again, I slid my palm over her belly, her pubic bone, and then made a V with my first and second fingers to part her hidden lips.
With every gesture, I told her she was all fucking mine. I treated her like the possession that she was, and I made her know, made her feel, that every fucking perfect inch of her belonged to me. The fantasy of defiling my future queen drove me mad, but in my hands, she wasn’t fucking royalty. She was my whore, my cum vessel, the love of my fucking life.
Still with one hand against her throat, her slight coughs and gasps for air turned me on more than they should, so I tightened my grip on her windpipe. With my other hand I pressed the shaft of my dick against her slit and clit-fucked her with slow, intense strokes.
“What do you want more than anything right now?” I growled into her ear.
She purred and I felt the vibrations of her breath against my palm.
“Your cock inside me.”
I smiled to myself as I ground my cock against her clit, so that my balls tickled the sides of her inner thighs. Her predictability was fucking adorable.
“Tough shit, your highness. I’m calling the shots tonight.”
She bucked against that a little, and I held back my inner chuckle at the knowledge that I’d already spoiled her for anyone else. She’d make a damned fine queen one day, stubborn as she was. But I was and would always be stronger than her. It was my fucking duty to prove it, and to keep proving it, so that she would know where she belonged. Where she was safe.
I took a handful of her gorgeous hair in my fist and drew it back. It made the most beautiful arch of her body in the firelight. Her ass was high, her waist was low, her shoulders were lifted. She’d never looked more fuckable.
Just as I started to feel her get comfortable on her knees, I flipped her onto the blankets on the forest floor, the fire glinting in her eyes. I sat back on my heels, pulling her legs high, the gripped her waist and dragged her toward my dick. Once she was in position, splayed and ready, I slapped my iron hard cock against her wetness. Then I dipped the head just inside her opening to lubricate it and slid it over her clit. She gazed up into my face with so much fucking adoration it damn near took my breath away, but not for long.
Once I had given myself a few long strokes against her, I took her hand and put it around my cock. He grip wasn’t nearly as strong as mine, but her tentativeness was a fucking turn-on all the same.
“You won’t hurt me,” I told her. “Harder.”
I did as I was told this time, enjoying the smile on her lips when I started to groan up at the trees above.
Then I locked my arms on either side of her body, giving myself a view of her shimmering, emerald-green eyes as I watched her stroking me. “Make yourself cum with my cock,” I told her. “Fucking use me like I use you. But don’t you dare put me inside you. Not yet.”
She smiled up at me, naughty and blushing, with her tongue pinned between her teeth. Young and inexperienced though she was, she was confident enough to be able to switch control with me.
I fucking loved it.
She laid my shaft on her slit, then wetted her hand with her own juices. As she jacked me off, she stimulated her clit wi
th the sensitive head of my dick, growing more and more aroused as her grip tightened. Still, not half as tight as I wanted, but she’d fucking learn.
“Yeah,” I growled at her. “More. Fuck, yes.”
Her eyes fluttered shut and she took over, jacking me off like she was born to do it while also pleasuring herself. She used her thumb to increase the contact against her clit and I pinched her nipples, listening to her hiss at the pain.
Her orgasms were becoming more and more familiar to me, and I knew that when she started to hold her breath, she was getting close. I paid exacting attention to her every breath and movement, letting her build and build. Her cheeks flushed red and I saw a sheen of sweat on her forehead in the firelight.
“Oh, God…” She panted. “I’m…. Bors I’m….”
Hold. Like an archer waiting for a command to loose his arrow, I held steady. Hold. I waited one second, two, three. She took one more deep in breath and held it. I knew I had my chance. Hold. Her body shook with the effort of trying to come with such minimal stimulation, which was exactly how I wanted her.
Fire.
Right as she was rounding the corner into her orgasm, I covered her mouth hard with my palm and simultaneously deep dicked her with all the power I had in my fucking body.
As I plunged inside her, her eyes sprang open and she screamed in pleasure against my hand.
She came so fucking hard it was like she was possessed. She writhed, and her back arched up off the forest floor. I rammed her with so much force that my balls ached with the repeated, ruthless, ass-slapping contact.
The best kind of pain, bar fucking none.
“Keep coming,” I snarled in her ear. “Take it all the way to the end. I’m right here with you, princess.”
She managed to nod against my hand and rolled into another tidal wave of pleasure. I slipped my palm under the small of her back and drove into her again and again, until finally I found my own release in a mind-blowing orgasm inside her.
One pulse of cum, two, three. So many more I lost count.
I filled her pussy so full that I fucked my seed right out of her.
Even though I came so hard I thought I’d black out, I still stayed hard inside her. I could’ve gone all goddamned night, but she was spent and we had a long day looming in front of us.
“I love you,” she whispered in a sleepy hush into my chest.
“I love you too,” I told her, the depth of truth in my words making my body shudder.
She wrapped her arms around me and drew the blankets over us, hugging my hips with her legs as I held her close, letting her fall asleep in my arms. Then very carefully, I drew my head back, just to get one last glimpse of her beautiful face ready for rest, but ever vigilant if anyone were to come upon us here in the forest.
As her breathing turned soft and even, I shifted our bodies so we lay on our sides facing each other, my dick never leaving the heat of its newfound home. I gathered her outer leg, draping it over my hip, giving her tight walls one last thrust as she purred and settled her hands between our bodies.
Looking at her, her cheeks full, round, her face peaceful and childlike, I knew for certain that no matter what came next—what crown she graced her head or what jewels decorated her body—she’d never be more beautiful than she was right then, half asleep with my cock inside her.
Bors
A scream tore me from my slumber.
I shot up and saw Sara across the camp, wrapped in a blanket and barefoot. I was halfway to her before I was fully awake, ready to set upon any thief or attacker that had found us. It was morning, I knew that much, just barely after dawn by the way the light filtered through the trees. It was still cool, morning dew collecting on all things green.
My snarl caught her attention as I ran, but no sooner had she turned her eyes to me than I realized there was no danger. Sara hadn’t screamed because she was being attacked, she’d screamed because of what she saw.
She knelt in front of her father, pushing and tugging at his unresponsive body. But Milo’s lips were blue, his eyes cloudy, and his tongue bulged from his mouth.
Fuck.
Dead.
One glance at the situation told me what had happened. I wrapped my arm around Sara.
“He twisted himself up in his bindings,” I said, freeing his cold dead hands from under the rope he had slipped around his neck.
I laid him out on the dry forest leaves and closed his eyelids.
Sara pressed her hands to her lips as tears tumbled down from her dark lashes. “We killed him, didn’t we?”
I understood her grief, but she’d seen too little of the world to understand that not everything was within our control. I couldn’t have her blaming herself for the rest of her life for what had happened.
“He did that himself,” I said. “His bindings were secure but safe. This was deliberate. He chose to end his own life rather than face the consequences of his actions.”
“I never meant for him to get hurt,” Sara said, kneeling beside him, smoothing his dirty shirt as if her touch might bring him back to life.
I crouched beside her and drew her forehead to my lips. “If he’d lived, it would only have been for a public execution later. It’s a coward’s way out, for sure, but he spared himself the humiliation of that.”
She sniffled and, after a while, nodded in agreement. “I know. And I know he was awful, but he was the only father I ever knew.”
My heart broke for her, for so many damned reasons. She’d had a hard life, no doubt about it, but I could tell that grief was new to her.
What a bastard grief was, as I knew too well. It could take the fight out of any man, no matter how strong. And it angered me to know that the only protective, fatherly love she’d ever had, was actually just a transaction. Nothing unconditional about it.
Though she had seen him as her father, she’d been his commodity. She deserved so much better than that. None of it lessened the pain she was feeling now, though.
I knew we had to get back on the road quickly, but I didn’t rush her through her shock and sadness. After a few minutes, she looked up at me. “We can’t just leave him here. I can’t imagine leaving him to the animals and the elements.”
For a brief instant I flashed back to the night before, and him asking her to come sit on his lap. Calling her Princess and himself Daddy.
Fucker, I thought, let the vultures and raccoons have at him.
But I got my head on straight again. How we treated his body in death wasn’t about him at all. It was about Sara. My Sara. And so, for her sake, for her peace of mind, I set to work digging a shallow grave in a clearing beneath a stand of poplars.
Once it was done, we set off again for the castle, now with Sara on Angelica’s mare and me behind her on my stallion, so that I never had to take my eyes off of her.
Our progress, already slow, was made even slower because word had begun to spread about the deaths of five soldiers from Clan Johnston, and that they were on a mission to rescue the stolen princess.
The lie didn’t matter, if I was found with her they wouldn’t ask questions. In every village and town, banners and posters bearing the star and moon of her birthmark were to be seen, and the people gossiped.
As we made our slow progress through one particularly busy village, bustling with market day, I heard snatches of gossip about how she looked; her age, her hair color, her eye color, even her first name.
Thankfully, the news was tangled by distance, and confused rumor made for confusing details. Some said red hair, some chestnut, some jet black. Some swore that the returning princess had been raised by dragons and her name was unutterable by men’s tongues. But even so, I knew it was only a matter of time before the details got straightened out.
We left the King’s Highway and wound our way through the countryside, taking side roads and forest trails. But it was impossible to avoid people completely, and the closer we got to the castle, the more I worried that someone with more than
a passing interest would spot Sara and our identities would be revealed.
I clicked my tongue twice for her attention, and she turned to face me. I ordered my stallion to hold and came up alongside her. She wore a simple gray cloak with the hood drawn up over her head to cover that beautiful hair, but it wasn’t enough. Pretending to adjust her bridle, I bent low between us and told her softly, “We need to cover your face.”
With a quick nod, she let her hood drop and then drew her shawl up, wrapping her face so that only her eyes were visible, then drew her hood up once again.
It was a start, but it wasn’t enough. Those beautiful emerald eyes would be the ruin of us both—given the chance, there were a shitload of men who would take her for ransom or reward, and kill me in the bargain.
“Eyes down. No eye contact with anyone except me from here on.”
She lowered her lids so that her onyx lashes kissed her cheeks. “Like this?”
“Like that,” I answered, then tied her mount to mine and took the lead.
Bors
We took four days to make the entire journey. I could’ve done it in less than three, riding alone. But those days with her weren’t nearly enough to satisfy me, not even close. The longer we spent together, the greedier I got for a lifetime by her side. Each moment with her was more valuable than a thousand-weight of gold.
Each night I made love to her as my possession and my princess.
Sometimes we went slowly. Sometimes we were frenzied and bestial. I fucked her until my cock and balls ached and then I made love to her until the break of dawn.
I taught her to take me in her mouth and to stroke me with her hands, on her knees before me or the magic of her straddling my face while her mouth served my cock. But no matter how she drew my pleasure out of me, I made sure every orgasm was inside her. My seed belonged in her womb and I vowed that not a drop would ever be spilled outside the temple of her body.
Each time we fucked, I discovered new aspects of her pleasure. She came hardest when I was behind her, with my fingers on her clit and my cock deep inside her pussy. When she came that way, I’d slip the fingers of my other hand into her mouth and she’d bite down hard as she growled out her orgasm. I fucking loved to see my princess unleashed.
