“Oh… oh, Kaenen… please.” She begged, fighting the impulse to grab his head and hold it over her wanting pussy. She had to let him weave his magic; she had to enjoy him as much as she could. He slid his hand away from her belly and traced his forefinger over the wet slit between her thighs. She shuddered and twitched at his lingering touch. Shivers streaked down her spine and she felt a cold sweat all over her quivering body. The first time a man was touching her where even she had never ventured much by herself and she felt as if she was in heaven, real or make believe didn’t matter as long as she experienced it.
Hannah sighed deeply, spreading herself out wider for him. Her body trembled with desire as his talented fingers explored her wet and aching pussy. He played with the cleft between her thighs with teasing intensity, fluttering his fingers over the flushed petals of her virginal slit as a musician would on a lute. She had never even done that herself and the feeling of his tender touch drove her almost insane. Kaenen proved the experience he had with his deft fingers playing havoc on her inflamed little clitoris. He caressed it between his finger and thumb, tweaking ever so torturous and slow, teasing her, reducing her to tears. Her body trembled and she threw back her head and thrust her hips off the bed. She moaned and whimpered in tandem with each of his measured strokes, and when he slowly inserted a finger into her, Hannah had to bite her palm to keep from wailing out loud. This young rogue’s torturous touch felt even more intensely pleasurable than what she did to herself by the stream the day before.
“Oh, Kaenen… I’m going… uh… to… oh, my pussy… uuhh… ooohhhh…” Her lustful moans echoed around the small room and she quivered in spasms as his deft fingers took her to an ecstatic release, lifting her to heights of indescribable contentment.
“This is only the beginning, my love...” Kaenen whispered as he lifted his hand, dripping with her love juices, to his lips and licked it slowly. “And your taste is to die for.”
“Oh, Kaenen,” Hannah exhaled deeply and looked at him with lust glazed eyes. “I never thought a man’s hand would feel so good. I can’t imagine how much better you might be with your mouth…”
“You don’t have to imagine it, princess, not when you can experience it for real.” Kaenen grinned and leaned down to have his handsome face hover a few inches above her tremulous pussy.
Hannah sighed deeply and threw her head back. She spread her legs wide, invitingly raising her hips for his hands to cozy up under her soft round buttocks. Kaenen lifted her up to his face and gently kissed her pink pussy lips. Hannah moaned out loud, not caring anymore if she could be heard from outside, as she gave in to his warm lips setting her pussy on fire.
“Yes… oh, yes…” Hannah moaned, grasping at his head as his wicked tongue swirled all around her enflamed pussy. Her clitoris throbbed, sending waves of pure ecstasy through her quivering body. Kaenen looked up and gave her a wolfish grin as he popped her little pleasure button into his mouth, sending a jolt of delight through her body.
“How do you like this, princess?” His whisper was a tease.
“Oh… so good, this is so good.” Hannah whimpered with tears of joy in her eyes. “Oh, don’t stop… please, make me cum again.”
Kaenen’s amorous grin got wider as his rapacious tongue snaked into her throbbing pussy. She squealed with delight and bucked her hips, pushing her sopping cunt against his leering face. Her knees trembled and her head felt as if abuzz with bees, lights of every color danced before her eyes. The rogue worked his lips hungrily on her clammy offering, his talented fingers stretching her pussy lips ever wider. She ground her hips, raising her pelvis up against his face again and again as he suckled on her enlarged clitoris like a starving calf.
Hannah cried out as if her aching pussy was literally on fire. Her lustful moans of pleasure bounced around them in the small room, concern of being heard by those outside escaped her. She celebrated the new and energizing sensations that exploded to life within her, shivering with ecstatic fervor as her second orgasm of the night hit her. She gave herself completely to the liberating release; all her fears and inhibitions set free and chased away.
“My lady.” She heard Kaenen’s voice from a distance as her passion ebbed and her mind began to settle. “I have prepared you now for what you have desired from me all along.”
“Indeed, you have so, my young roguish lover.” She replied with a salacious slur in her voice as he squatted over her and made to undo his breeches. The rather overlarge bulge between his lean thighs intrigued her and she licked her lips. “…and yet, your marvelous ministrations have only served to return the favor for me having not called the guards on you.”
“My lady?” He gave her a searching look.
“Ah, what you now desire from me is another favor…” She grinned at him and tapped his straining crotch. “…to give you as much pleasure as you have given me.”
“I… but all of this…” He began but she placed a slender finger on his lips.
“Yes, dear Kaenen, all of you indeed is most desirable. And I am more than eager to have you whole… but favors must be given as freely as they are received. We are even now, at one favor each, and for you to receive another favor from me, I expect one in return as well.”
“What favor do you wish of me?” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Take me away from here, Kaenen. Anywhere, where ever you are going.” Hannah touched his arm, yet kept her emotions in check. “And I will return the favor tenfold. Anything and everything a man and woman can do together, you shall have from me.”
“I am a landless rogue.” Kaenen replied with a look of consternation on his handsome face. “I am everywhere and nowhere… can you keep up with me?”
“I can and I will.” She reached for her cerulean gown. “Help me escape a most distressing fate, Kaenen… and I will forever be grateful.”
“Aye, I believe you can keep up, I see a fire in you unlike any other… woman I have known.” His heart-stopping grin returned. “There is a caravan of merchants leaving the riverfront by road soon, we will join them. Come, we must leave now.”
Without another word between them, Hannah prepared herself to leave behind a life that was nothing more than a prison, and she was a bird that wanted to freely fly. She tossed her royal scepter aside; no longer would she need it. And if Randal were to find it, he should know that she had no more desire of the life he was escorting her to. With a deep sigh, Hannah gathered her gown around her and silently followed the daring stranger out the way he had come in. She had never climbed through a window before in her life, but then she had never before been intimately touched by a man or touched one intimately either. What more would she be doing here inside this game world, she didn’t know, but it excited her more than anything had ever done or would ever do.
It was midday by the time they joined a caravan of twenty carriages and fifty escorting riders. Kaenen seemed to know some of the merchants and had no trouble being accepted among them. He walked back to her with a wide grin on his youthful face.
“We will travel with them some of the way, to the east. They are traders and merchants.” He told her with an air of importance. “You must not ever let them know of your high birth. We are mere wayfarers looking for work.”
She nodded her consent, feeling pleased to have finally given her over-protective escort, Sir Randal the Righteous, the slip. She glanced over her shoulder, half expecting that gallant knight to come thundering down, defeat Kaenen and drag her back to her husband-to-be. But Randal was nowhere in her line of sight, and the caravan had begun to move.
The carriage she huddled in was laden with merchandise and only a little space was allowed for sitting. She was glad that it was well covered and no one could see inside. It also meant that she couldn’t see outside either. But she was getting away, away from a fate of absolute helplessness. A life she would have had no control over. But now she would be free, free to live the life she saw fit.
After a
bout what could have been an hour of travelling, she heard someone run up beside her moving carriage and climb onboard. The flap at the back of the covered wagon parted and the handsome face of her roguish rescuer peered in, grinning wide. She smiled back at him and gestured for him to come to her. Before she could blink, he was inside and right beside her.
“You owe me that favor, my lady.” He said in a purring whisper. “I shall claim it now.”
“In here?” Her eyes went wide at his preposterous notion. “But we are amidst a hundred strangers, out in the middle of the day.”
“No one will bother us here.” He said with an assuring nod. “And this will be the first of the ten-fold favors you have promised. I cannot wait, my lady… you have ensnared this rogue’s heart and soul.”
The air in the wagon felt suddenly warm to Hannah, she had never heard anything like this before. Was he professing his love of her, in his casual roguish way, or was it just to bed her. Either way, Hannah would be experiencing what she had denied herself for over a decade, be it real or a dream. She nodded her consent and watched Kaenen rise up and pull the tight breeches of his down his lean muscular thighs. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at his naked lower body admiringly. He had the lithe and sharp feel of a hungry wolf out on a hunt. Her eyes trailed up his legs to his groin and she released a sharp breath.
His rising cock was thick and uncut, throbbing and waving invitingly at her in the dimmed light inside the wagon. Hannah gazed at it in wonder and licked her lips. The thing was almost as long and thick as Randal’s. She looked up into his indolent, lustful gaze and she felt the heat flooding her cheeks.
“And so, dear lady, how do I measure up?” Kaenen had a devilish smile on his handsome face and one eyebrow raised.
“You are… er… your thing… um, it’s so beautiful… I’ve only seen one before and I… I think yours looks better.” She stared into his daring gaze, and then looked down admiring at his arousal. The need to reach out and touch it surged in her. “I want you, Kaenen.”
“I am all yours, my lady.” He smiled with abandon. “I surrender all of myself to you from this moment on.” He thrust his rock hard erection toward her reaching hand.
She reached forward eagerly as he thrust his cock at her. Her shaky hands delicately took hold of his manhood and she caressed the lean hardness. Excited by the power rippling under the taut skin, she stroked the hot flesh, the firm yet pliant texture felt good in her soft hands. Her slim fingers wrapped around the thick base of his pulsing shaft, she licked her lips and salivated. She caressed him amorously, growing bolder with every stroke. He groaned as she pushed back the foreskin to expose the slippery, aroused cock head. With both hands, she gripped the base of his surging erection and held the red hot bulbous head close to her mouth. She took a deep breath, leaned in closer and opened her watering mouth over his hard cock.
The scent of his arousal sent a flush of heat from her belly down between her thighs. For a moment she couldn’t believe that this was a game that was going on inside her head. She licked her lips and swallowed down her saliva before she carefully lowered her open mouth over the big, throbbing cock. The musky scent of his manhood made her pussy begin to ache again. She closed her eyes at the sensation of his smooth slickness brushing her lips. A fantastic indulgence took over her mind; she gave in to the desire she knew had to be more than just her own. Like a hungry predator, Hannah took the engorged cockhead into her moist mouth and savored the fullness of it throbbing wildly inside.
“Oh, muh… my lady.” She heard his shuddering grunt and knew what she was doing was the right thing.
She was thrilled at the feeling of being in control and having him at her mercy. She read the imploring need he had on his face for her to give him pleasure. Her belly fluttered and trembled with the pleasant throb between her thighs increasing. She swallowed more of his youthful hardness farther into her mouth, stroking the thick girth with her supple fingers. She savored the taste of his pre-cum, and the heady scent of his manliness. Kaenen had his head thrown back and he grunted in contentment, giving her the assurance that he was indeed receiving as much of the pleasure from her as she had received from him.
Hannah surrendered to the exhilaration and the thrill she was getting from this new alternate life within this world of make-believe. It was just what she needed to redeem herself of the wasteful life she had so far lived. A need exploded in her to consume this young man whole. She amplified her enthusiastic assault on his throbbing young cock, swallowing down more and more of his unyielding flesh till she passed her gag point. With a gasp, she forced down the intense need to throw up. She was going to go all the way and nothing was going to stop her, not even a little inconvenience like gagging.
“Oh, my lady… you are so… so… ” Kaenen sighed and caressed her silky tresses.
“Satisfying?” Hannah drew him out and panted. She held up his erect cock and kissed the slippery head greedily.
“Yes, you are so… very… satisfying…” He grinned back at her.
“Yes! Yes!” She gushed with naked enthusiasm. “I had never known a man… could make me feel so… so free and… adventurous… to give my life some meaning.”
“Ah, in that case you are yet to experience the full vitality of life, lovely one.” Kaenen smiled and reached down to caress her breast. “Come, remove your clothing, it is time to make a woman of you.”
She obliged, pulling off her gown and rising up to face him, her hands going back down to get a possessive grip on to his pulsing organ. Kaenen kissed her neck gently as she slid over onto his lap. His searching lips moved along her ear and jawline till he reached her chin and then he kissed her on her lips passionately. Hannah gasped at the sensation of her first deep kiss. She relished the taste of his full lips and probing tongue, it felt better than anything she could have ever imagined.
Hannah placed her slim fingers over his head, grasping at his thick scalp and pushing his face down over her aching breasts. He obliged her by sucking on each taut nipple at a time, sending exhilarating tingles through her feverish body. She gasped with pleasure, whispering his name into his ear as his tongue swirled amorously over her left nipple while he pinched the right one hard with his fore-finger and thumb.
“Oh, Kaenen… you’re fucking amazing… you make me feel so fucking good…” Hannah moaned, giving into the basest desires one could dare have. “Take me, fuck me now.”
“As you command, my lady.” His soft chuckle sent a ripple all through her and she felt his hot, throbbing erection probe for her moist opening.
She closed her eyes and clung to him, excitement and fear mingled on her flushed face. This was it. She would be a virgin no more. The heat of his cockhead lodged over her tender opening made her tremble. She pressed downward on his shoulders, ready to push herself down over his cock as vigorously as he would be pushing upward to break through her virtue.
Suddenly everything seemed to move and roll. Oh, the sensation of being fucked was rocking her world. She grabbed onto him, his organ had to be deep inside her now. But she didn’t feel anything. Shouldn’t his thickness be ripping into her, stretching her wide and filling her with indescribable pleasure?
“My lady!” She heard Kaenen’s voice. It didn’t sound familiar. Gone as the smug and self assured drawl. What was he saying? He seemed to be shouting something about being under attack.
“What? What the hell… is happening?” Hannah’s eyes went wide as Kaenen pushed her away from him.
“Swiftly now, my lady.” He cried out to her as he hurriedly donned his clothes. “Dress yourself… the caravan is being raided.”
“Raided? By who?” She looked at him in astonishment, clutching her gown over her bare breasts. “In the daytime.”
“Northmen!” He whispered. “Those savage raiders care not for time of day.”
The over-laden wagon staggered and then jolted forward. The sudden motion jostled the goods and some of the packed bundles began to fall out of
place. Hannah stifled a scream, as from outside sounds of horses whinnying and voices shouting became louder. The clash of weapons followed soon and panic gripped her. She feared the worst, but when she looked at the young rogue, his confident stare gave her courage. She wondered what was going to happen now, even if it was just a game.
“All of you still alive and not foolish enough to tempt the fates…” A crude and fearsome voice boomed outside “…yield or die.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Hannah shielded her eyes against the bright light of day as she followed Kaenen out of the wagon. Out on the grassland, men of the caravan sat huddled together in small groups, some cowering in fear and some fuming with anger. The fat captain of the escorting militia lay on the ground, breathing painfully in a dark pool of his own blood. Over him stood a large imposing figure, wearing leather leggings and boots, bare-chested with his immensely muscular arms, tattooed and flexed, and a monster sized broadsword in his huge hands. He wore a helmet with eyes slits on his enormous dark maned head.
The fight, if there even was one, was over sooner than it had started. The barbaric raiders were hard mountain men of the North, and fearless fighters unlike the civilized men of the trade caravan. The invaders had overpowered the caravan and had everyone at their mercy. Hannah felt a hint of fright, but it was restrained by another feeling, excitement. Her enthusiasm overwhelmed her, and she had begun to understand and enjoy it. Audaciously, she stepped up and stood before the bemused stares of the savage raiding party.
“And what do we have here…” The large man wearing the full helmet, the leader of these ruffians no doubt, laughed. “…a woman of means out to see the world?”
“She is my… sister.” Kaenen stepped up before her. “We are merely seeking passage through these parts… mere travelers with this caravan.”
“Your sister, you say.” The leader smirked. “Ah, yet I can see the mannerism of a highborn in her, and none of it in you, common rogue.”
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