Finally, she was ready to leave the palace and placed a cloak with a hood over her dress. She did not want anyone to recognize her if they were out wandering around the woods. She had been approached a few times recently, but she told the men that she was just a local villager out looking for berries. It had been frightening the first time she was approached, but she knew her father’s guards were keeping a close eye on her and the man that spoke with her.
Zuzulla walked out of the castle and across the hill. She knew the guards hated following her, she had heard them call it babysitting duty but she didn’t care. She knew that if her father found out how often she was able to hide from the guards he would have them thrown in prison for the rest of their miserable lives.
Zuzulla was not going to say anything to her father though. The guards knew that she would run away each day and that she would return when she was ready to go back to the castle. She figured that they had to pretend to be angry with her, but it had been a long time since they had actually looked for her when she took off into the woods. It was if they had an unspoken agreement. They allowed her to do as she wished and she did not tell her father.
She would not have told him anyway, even if the guards had really been angry with her. She knew her father had a temper and she had overheard some of the servants talking about how he had destroyed an entire village. Zuzulla refused to believe that he could do the things they said he had and she knew that when she was queen she would bring peace to the land. Even though she refused to believe that he had killed all of those people just to get to the Highlanders, the people who were nothing more than a fairy tale, she had seen her father sentence others to death and she did not wish that upon anyone, not even the guards that drove her so insane.
The guards followed Zuzulla as she walked into the woods, two of them leaned on the trees at the edge of the woods and the two others followed her further in. When they were about 100 yards from the edge the other two guards stopped and let Zuzulla go off on her own. They were not worried about her becoming lost, they actually enjoyed the time out in the woods. It was the only time they did not have to make sure they were doing everything the way the King wanted it to be done. They knew if they did not bring his daughter back, he would have them killed, but she had been wandering these woods for years they had no idea that today she would not return.
As Zuzulla made her way deeper into the forest she heard branches breaking behind her. She was amazed that the guards had followed her this far, normally they stopped much further back. She smirked when she thought about going even deeper into the forest and as she turned to see where they were a hand was quickly placed over her mouth and an arm went around her waist.
She struggled against the man who grabbed her. She could not scream because of his enormous hand and knew she would not be able to fight him off on her own. She had never seen muscles as large as the ones that were on this arm that was wrapped around her. The man had something in his hand that was over her mouth and as she tried to fight him off, she felt herself becoming weaker and suddenly her body went limp as her eyes closed.
Carden had a horse waiting on the other side of the forest and he knew he had to get the princess there quickly before the guards began to look for her. She had only been in the woods a short time and he knew from watching her on previous days that he only had about an hour to get as far away from the area as he could. He threw Zuzulla over his shoulder and ran for the other side of the woods.
Carden ran as fast as he could and even though Zuzulla was light, he struggled with her dress getting in the way. He tried his best to work around it, but found that it was impossible. He dropped Zuzulla to the ground and grabbed the skirt of her dress ripping it until there was nothing more than a small skirt that fell just below her rear. Carden picked her up again and threw her back over his shoulder. He knew that her father would panic when he found her ripped dress and for that reason alone left it lying in the dirt.
Carden was able to move much better once he had gotten all of the extra material out of his way and made it to his horse in no time. Only about 30 minutes had passed since he had taken her and he knew he had to get further away. He mounted his horse and sat Zuzulla down facing him. He wrapped her legs around his waist and laid her head on his chest. For a brief moment he felt almost guilty as he looked down at her.
He knew it was not her fault that her father was as evil as he was, and he also knew that there was no other way to get her father to stop. Carden took off on the horse and headed toward the river. He knew if he could get her across the river Sven’s entire army could try to track them but they would fail.
As they rode Carden could feel Zuzulla bouncing up and down on his lap. His thoughts began to drift past taking her as he looked down at her. Her large breasts bounced as the horse ran at full speed. Carden shook his head, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman and it was not doing him any good to have her bouncing up and down on his lap. If she were not the enemy, he would have taken her right then, but he knew he had to keep his mind on the job.
It was a long ride to the river and it was about another hour before they reached the bank, the river was rushing and it was time for Carden to get rid of the horse they had been riding. Carden slid off of the horse and pulled Zuzulla down with him. He knew she would be waking soon and did not want to tie her hands until they were on the other side of the river he had to cross quickly.
Carden had to place Zuzulla on his stomach and swim on his back across the river. This proved extremely difficult and he considered just letting her float down the river. The guards would never find her if he did, but it was not in him to kill her right then. He had made a deal with the king of Kigom and that deal did not include letting her die in the river.
As Carden reached the middle of the river, he could feel her starting to stir. It was taking longer to get across the river than he had anticipated, but he was not willing to give up. Carden gathered all of his strength and finished swimming across the river with his captive in tow before she awoke.
When he reached the other side Carden wanted to do nothing more than lay on the bank to catch his breath, but he knew Sven would quickly get word that his daughter was missing if he had not already. He had no time to waste he needed to get to the caves as quickly as possible. There he and Zuzulla would spend the night before travelling further in the morning.
Carden had only made it about half of a mile before Zuzulla was fully awake.
“Let me go,” Zuzulla screamed pounding on Carden’s back. Zuzulla looked around and realized that she had no idea where she was. Fear began to take a hold of her. There were no guards anywhere and she knew that she was out of her father’s kingdom. This was an area that she had never seen before and she had no idea how to get home.
Carden dropped her do the ground hard and Zuzulla looked up at her captor dazed. He was a large man with muscles all over his body. He had dark skin and slick black hair and wore nothing but a thin pair of pants that Zuzulla was sure had seen better days. She could not stop herself from thinking how attractive he was, not like the princes who had come to court her. They were thin and pale and had probably never lifted so much as a fork their entire lives. There was something about this rugged man that drew Zuzulla in but as she looked up at him she felt nothing but fear.
“What are you doing,” she demanded, “where are we.”
“I am stopping your father’s reign of terror,” Carden said, looking down at the beauty lying on the ground in front of him. Her skirt was barely long enough to cover her prize and it was clinging to her body. “We are far out into the wilderness now,” Carden continued.
“His reign of terror,” She looked up at him confused, “You must be mistaken my father is a kind man he would never cause anyone terror.”
Carden let out a loud laugh at her reply, “How wrong you are little girl,” he said reaching into his pack. He pulled out a length of rope and began binding her hands. “Your father is the mo
st dangerous man in the entire countryside right now. He is a murderous evil man and you are going to help me stop him.”
“I will never help you,” Zuzulla scowled as she struggled to get out of his grip, “take me home.”
“Your wish is my command,” Carden said as he helped her to her feet.
“Hmph,” Zuzulla tried to smooth her skirt down to cover her body, “and what happened to my clothes.”
Her questions were beginning to get on Carden’s nerves. He tied the loose end of the rope around his waist and began walking deeper into the woods forcing her to follow.
“You cannot lead me like a dog,” She screamed at him pulling back on the rope, “I am the princess.”
Carden knew that the rest of the journey was going to be hard and he considered knocking the girl out again, but his body was tired and he knew he could not continue to carry her.
“Come along,” he said gently tugging at the rope, “we have a long way to go and still need to catch food for the evening.”
Suddenly Zuzulla became aware of how hungry she actually was and how terrified. She had never been anywhere without guards close by and no matter how brave she felt when she was off in the woods she always knew that the guards were nearby.
Tears began to roll down Zuzulla’s face and Carden looked back at the young woman standing behind him. “Are you going to kill me,” she asked quietly.
“It is not my job to kill you,” he replied, his demeanor softening. He reached his hand out for Zuzulla to take, “My job is only to capture you,” he continued. Zuzulla took his hand as he helped her along the rocky ledge. She had no reason to trust this man, but at this point she had no other choice.
They headed deep into the forest, the woods were thick and dark. Zuzulla knew that it was still light out only because of the few streams of light that seemed to sneak through the thick trees. After about 2 hours she was becoming tired and was having trouble keeping up with Zuzulla. Her body was not used to this amount of exercise on top of that her stomach felt as if it were going to come out of her throat due to hunger.
“I have to stop,” she said to Carden.
“We can’t stop, not much further to go,” he replied, looking back at her as she tried to keep up with him.
“You don’t understand,” she pleaded, “I can’t continue on.”
“What do you want princess,” Carden said clearly agitated, “I am not one of your servants. I am not going to carry you.”
He could hear her whimper as he raised his voice and a ping of guilt filled him. He turned and looked at her. She was a mess, her dress ripped dirt on her thighs and her hair standing up from getting wet. No one would have ever thought she was a princess if they had seen her.
“I’m sorry,” Carden said to her, “We will be at the caves soon.” He was not used to dealing with human women. It had been so long since he had been human it seemed like a lifetime ago. He was glad that he had been changed at the age of 25 and would never age. His body was in perfect condition and he had the knowledge of many old men.
She looked up at Carden clearly shaken but still trying to seem as if she were brave. It made Carden smile, he had never imagined that she would be as brave as she had been. He assumed she would have broken down by now and begged to go home he was amazed when she did not. What he did not know was that she was not sure if she wanted to return home. While they were walking, she had been thinking about what he had said about her father. It was not the first time that she had heard he was an evil man or that he had terrorized an entire village. She had just not wanted to believe it until now.
But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that this man would not have taken her if he were not desperate to stop her father. She had thought about all of the people who had died at the hands of the only man she had ever loved and the legacy he would be leaving her with when she became Queen. The more she considered it the less she wanted to return home.
“I’m not like him,” she said to Carden as they entered a small clearing.
Carden turned to look at her. The ropes had burned her wrists and he could see her wincing in pain. “You’re not like your father,” he asked.
“I only want peace,” she said, looking up at him, “I want to help people.”
“That may be what you say now, but the power goes to your head,” he replied, “This is where we will camp for the night.”
Zuzulla looked around and saw a large cave in the distance. There was a lot of soft green grass in the clearing and she wanted nothing more than to fall into it but Carden kept walking.
“Where are we going,” she asked him.
“There is a hot spring next to the cave, you can clean up there and I will dress your wrists.”
Carden seemed to relax a little bit as they walked to the spring. Zuzulla was just happy that she would be able to relax in the hot water. When they reached the spring Carden turned to her. “You can bathe here,” he said.
She looked down at her wrists. “I need my hands,” she said calmly.
“No, no way am I going to untie you. Undress here and get into the water.”
She was used to undressing in front of her servants, but they were women, she had never undressed in front of a man before.
“I will not undress in front of you,” she snapped.
“Then you will not bathe,” he replied.
Carden began removing his pants and lay his pack beside the spring. He was looking forward to the hot water just as much as she had been. His muscles were sore and his body had been through more than what he had expected. Zuzulla tried not to watch him as he took his clothes off, but she could not help but peaking. She had never seen a man without his clothes on and if her father knew that this man was undressing in front of her he would have had him killed.
“I can’t undo my buttons by myself,” she whispered.
Carden looked up at Zuzulla as he pulled his pants off of his feet. He laid his pants next to his pack and walked over to Zuzulla slowly. Her eyes wandered over his body taking in all of his chiseled muscles. He had thick black hair on his chest that thinned out as it reached his stomach, leaving only a small line that lead down to his cock. Zuzulla pulled her eyes away from his body. She closed them as he neared her, but could not get the image out of her mind.
His body was amazing, but what she had not expected was his cock standing at attention as if it were looking straight at her. Something inside of her stirred and she felt dampness between her thighs as he began undoing the buttons on the back of her gown.
“I saved your cloak for you it that would be more comfortable to sleep in,” he whispered in her ear. He wanted to see her body more than he wanted to admit. He had seen her eyes go straight to his throbbing cock and that only turned him on more. All day he had struggled with himself, wanting to throw her down and have his way with her but knowing he had to stay one step ahead of Sven’s army. As he unbuttoned her dress, he thought about how nice it had felt when she was bouncing on his lap on the horse. If only she had been awake, if only they were not in this situation he thought, if only he was not her captor.
As he reached the last button on her dress Carden slid his hands back to her shoulders and pushed the dress down her arms. He could see the corset under the dress and as the dress fell to the ground, he began untying the thin ribbon. He never understood why women forced themselves to where such awful contraptions, he would much rather see their body the way it was instead of distorted in this odd garment.
When the corset was loosened Zuzulla slipped out of it easily. Carden looked at her from behind, there was no reason for her to even wear the garment, her body was perfect. He licked his lips as his eyes traced down her back and fell on her thick round ass. He wanted to grab it and he could feel his cock jump, but he was a Highlander and she was a princess, he knew it would never be.
Carden walked around Zuzulla and tugged on the rope leading her to the spring. He stepped in first, then turned to give her a hand. T
here in front of his face where her beautiful breasts with the pinkest tips he had ever seen. They were hard and begging him to suck on them and as he looked up at Zuzulla he could tell that she was embarrassed.
“What is wrong,” he asked as she took his hand and stepped into the water.
“The way you looked at me,” she answered, “it was almost as if you were an animal and I was nothing more than a piece of meat.”
“A beautiful piece of meat,” Carden said, smiling at her.
Zuzulla let out a small giggle. It felt nice to relax in the water with Carden even if he was her captor. She sank into the water, allowing it to cover her completely before coming back up and looking at Carden.
He could tell that she was in pain and he wanted to do something to help her. “If I take the rope off, will you run,” he asked.
“Where would I run to,” she asked, looking at him.
“If you run I will catch you and I will kill you,” he said.
Zuzulla knew that he was telling the truth and she nodded her head in agreement.
“I don’t want to run,” she said as he worked at the knots.
Carden raised his eyes and looked at her. “What do you mean,” he asked.
“You say my father is a bad man. You’re not the only one who has said these things. I don’t know what he has done. Killed people? Tortured them? I don’t think it matters any more. I don’t want to go back,” she answered.
Carden slipped the rope off of her wrists and tossed it onto the bank. He then took her hands in his and gently dipped them into the water. He heard her wince as the water ran over the burns.
“What is it you want Princess,” Carden asked as he slid his thumb over her wrist.
Zuzulla had no idea what it was that she wanted, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to kiss the man who was standing in front of her. No man had ever shown so much compassion for her. She knew that people were forced to care for her, but this man did not have to. He could have left her dirty and in pain, but instead he wanted to take care of her and for that she was grateful.
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