Her Royal Highness (Open for 1M)

[LordLuck]

The cranking of the door sent Sir Thomas as quick as a snake to slide from Lily back to a position a few feet away from her scared for, his hands producing the helm that he had left on the floor earlier as quick as a lightning crossed the sky. He was that quick when he had to be.

Prince Dravin finally entered the room. There was a small woman coming with him, a hurried, scared woman that had probably been groped as well. There were some tears at her eyes as she followed the Prince with her gaze down at her feet, her humble make up spilled against her fair cheeks.

Liliane. That was her name. Liliane.

"Ah, you are still here." Dravin started as he looked somewhat suspiciously back at his Seneschal. "Lady Blackwood, this maid here shall serve as your company while we adjust your place in my Kindom. There is much to do. Much to do."

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily felt herself go weak when Sir Thomas released her. She felt as if her body was caving in on itself and she simply wanted to disappear. She had never expected to feel relief at seeing the man who had seized her country, but at that moment she felt more gratitude to him then she'd ever felt toward anyone else. She finally released the breath she didn't know she was holding and tried to make her breathing return to normal. The tension slowly started to ease from her body.

She felt another wave of relief wash over her when she saw Liliane standing next to Dravin. By some stroke of luck he had selected her own primary lady's maid to serve her now. She quickly examined the girls body for injuries and was happy when she saw none. She noted the change in the girl's demeanor, though. It seemed Lily was not the only one who had been subject to bullying and intimidation from the foreign officers. Her heart went out to the girl.

"Ah, you are still here." Dravin started as he looked somewhat suspiciously back at his Seneschal. "Lady Blackwood, this maid here shall serve as your company while we adjust your place in my Kindom. There is much to do. Much to do."

Lily noted the somewhat suspicious glance the prince had given his second in command, and immediately felt the need to conceal the nature of their interaction. She did not want to come across as a weak women, or a victim. Her damn pride again.

"Thank you for the girl, your highness. I confess I have been craving a bath and a change of clothes". She cast a look down at her ruined dress and then back to Dravin. Her words were more tentative and questioning when she continued, "Shall I dress for dinner?" She did not know what the prince would want from her, and worried about the new role in his kingdom that he had referenced. For now, she would do her best to please him. There was no sense in making an enemy of such a powerful man.

 

[LordLuck]

Smiling at her seeming compliance to his wished, Prince Dravin approached her with a gaze of satisfaction. Taking a hand to caress at her cheeks, the nobleman allowed the maiden to go from his back towards Blackwood's, knowing that she would serve well if she wished to remain unscathed by all of this.

"Yes, please. You shall. My men found out an important Lady's room on the right wing of the castle, nearby the King's own quarters. My quarters. Go there, and you.", he motioned himself for the maid, "Serve he faithfully and dutifully. She is your Mistress now."

And at that remark, Dravin slapped the maid's behind, whos simply let out a sob of regret and resignation; The woman had been through some bad experiences lately.

"I wish you at my table as we feast, Lady Blackwood. Rest assured, we shall meet again... sooner than you think."

He offered her this last words after beckong Sir Thomas to him and leaving the room with his Seneschal. Lily could feel the hungry, and somewhat angered eyes of Thomas against her body, as if the man promised her to continue what they've been interupted...

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily waited until the men turned their backs and started to walk toward the door until she before she turned to Liliane. Seeing the girl's distress, she wrapped an arm around her. Of course it was unheard of for royalty to embrace anyone of the lower class, but Lily had a big heart and she felt pained looking at the young girl's frightened face.

Keeping her eyes on the men's backs--as if making sure they didn't change their minds and come back--she spoke softly. "Are you alright? Did they harm you?" There was true concern in her voice, which reflected the fact that--unlike her father--she had never thought of servants as less than human. Liliane was in pain and the least Lily could do, as her princess, is try to alleviate it.

Liliane finally spoke,"No, your highness. They did not... harm me."

"Good, good. Though you look so frightened."

"I do not know what is happening, your highness. Has the country been invaded?" Liliane paused for a moment and then continued. "And why are they calling you by Lady Blackwood's name? Do they not know who you are?"

"I will explain everything. But for now, only refer to me as Lady Blackwood. They cannot know who I really am." She dropped her arm from around the girl's shoulders and stepped back. "For now," she said, striving for a calm tone, "I must prepare myself for dinner."

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Some time later, the two women found themselves in Lily's designated bedroom--which was, in fact, her own bedroom. She was glad, at least, for that small comfort.

Hot water had been drawn for a bath and Liliane was helping her out of her gown and corset. Lily hadn't realized how good it would feel to shed the dirty clothes.

"Your bath is ready, my lady" Liliane said.

"Thank you, Liliane." Lily thanked the girl and made her way toward the steaming hot bath. She stepped in and sank into the hot water. She breathed a deep sigh that seemed to melt the tension away from her. She rested her head on the rim of the tub to steal a moment of rest before bathing herself and dressing for dinner.

She wondered what Dravin was up to...

 

[LordLuck]

Dravin ahd much to do. Although Thomas presence with Lady Blackwood had been more than a little suspicious... after all, he himself had presented the girl to the Prince, it was quite understandable. Lily Blackwood was a nice piece of ass, a woman that he would love to spend nights and days embraced with her, smelling at her feminine scent and melting under her soft touch. Ah, the women!

But there were way more pressing matter for him to attend to. Lord Rhys, a man way older than Dravin himself, had been taking care of eliminating all opposition within the garrison of the Castle, and out on the streets to clean the Capital of any other resisting forces. Beyond, of course, that the King's Men, few other warriors had put much of a struggle to submit. Many had been locked up, but much more had come to pledge their fealty to Prince Dravin... and the young man liked it.

The whole afternoon, he had heard bested knights coming to swear the vassalship for him, and Dravin gladly accepted them. New supporters for his own kingdom. It had been quick. Lord Rhys himself used to say that once beheaded, there would be little resistance in the Capital.

It was slightly tired that he had gathered his men into the Great Hall, where the feast and banquet would be held. All his noblemen had been taken care of, exchanged their armours for more confortable garbings and come to seat and await for the order to start.

He wondered, what was Blackwood doing?

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily sighed as she studied her reflection in the mirror. She looked beautiful. Far more regal and put together than she'd looked earlier. She'd put extra effort into her appearance, hoping that a well put together appearance would somehow lend her strength. Her long, dark hair was piled high on top of her head in a series of intricate curls. Pearl pins kept it in place, and having it swept up showed off her long, slender neck and delicate bone structure. Her lips were fuller than usual, perhaps because she'd been nibbling on them in her distress. It wasn't a regal habit, certainly, but it was one she'd had since childhood.

Her dress was lovely. It was a deep blue with jewels sewn into the fabric. The blue of the fabric and the matching sapphires made her blue eyes shine intensely. Thankfully, she'd had no bruises to cover.

After a long stretch of silence in which Lily studied her reflection, she finally stood. It was time to attend the feast. Dravin had sent a soldier to escort her down, and he now stood just outside her door. He bowed to her when she opened it, acting as gentlemanly as the situation would permit. He complimented her appearance and offered her his arm.

She forced a smile and allowed him to lead her down to the great hall. The halls she'd walked nearly every day of her life now somehow felt different. As if the changing of kings had changed the entire nature of the city.

The soldier led her into the feast and escorted her up to the prince's table. She took quick inventory of Dravin's appearance before offering a shallow bow and taking her seat at his right hand. She silently admitted to herself that he cut a fine figure in dress clothes. Though perhaps not so much as he did when wearing only his pants, shirt and sword...

"Good evening, your highness," she offered in way of greeting.

 

[LordLuck]

"Why, good evening, my Lady." Dravin said as he got on his feet out of respect, even though it was she that should offer deference to himself, her Liege and Master. "I see that you had time to work on your figure. You've turned out to be even more... beautiful."

He said as he dismissed the guard, taking upon Lily's hand to lay a soft kiss at it's back. And then, the Prince took her to her seat, at his right, and sat her down the table. Calling for some more wine to both him and his escort... Dravin laughted as he dismissed the last of his men. He wished to be left alone as he courted Lady Blackwood. The outstanding Lady Blackwood.

"I hope you find me a pleasant company, my Lady. I surely find you so.", he smiled to her before taking a sip of his globet, and chewing some grapes that had been served to him by a small squire. "Disregard the men. They aren't known for their courtesy."

Indeed, she could notice the bawdy and lustful acts that took place already just some tables away. There was, amongst a crowd of sweaty and cheering men, a maid from her household that sat upon the lap of one of them, her dress parting to reveal indecent amounts of her flesh as she jumped against the man's groin. Further yet, almost at the very corner of the room, another woman laid on her knees before a warriors' groin, pulling down his pants in order to kiss... something.

 

[lizzy1228]

"Why, good evening, my Lady." Dravin said as he got on his feet out of respect, even though it was she that should offer deference to himself, her Liege and Master. "I see that you had time to work on your figure. You've turned out to be even more... beautiful."

Despite herself, Lily felt her cheeks flush at the prince's kind words. If she was honest with herself, though, she'd admit that it was more the look in his eyes than his words. He looked as if everything his eyes landed on delighted him, from her face to her shoulders to her narrow waist. He seemed to soak her in and revel in the sensation.

Before she could thank him, he went on to invite her to sit next to him. She took her seat and cast her eyes about the room. As if sensing her surprise, Dravin explained ""Disregard the men. They aren't known for their courtesy."

It was an understatement, to say the least. She knew nothing of the intimacies of men and women, but something told her told her that was exactly what she was witnessing. She refused to ask though. Her eyes locked on the couple in the corner of the room. What in the world was that girl doing on her knees? The blissful, hungry look on the warrior's face gave her a hint, even if she didn't know the specifics.

She tried, but she couldn't drag her eyes from the scene. Inexplicably, she felt heat curl in her belly and she began to feel a bit restless. What was this sensation? She'd never experienced it before and it confused her.

She knew the prince was watching her, but she couldn't make herself look away from the intimate acts being performed. Her gaze betrayed her fascination, and she felt her lips part on a curious sigh.

Remembering Dravin's words about the soldiers not being a courteous bunch, she murmured--almost to herself--"I daresay not."

 

[LordLuck]

Her sudden and curious interest about the acts of debauchery commited by his soldiers had started to caught Dravin's own interest. Somehow, Lily Blackwood seemed completely taken by the way that the girl moved her head forth and backwarsd before that warrior's groin; the man's both hands caressing her long mane of dark, brown hair. Moans could be heard, barely muffled, from all around the room.

"I see you are... interested into their... lack of courtesy, if I may say."

Dravin guessed it was only right to approach her now, why all were entertained. As a Lady in Waiting, Blackwood should be fairly experient in the areas of pleasing a male company - and with being her protector, it was only in his right to demand recompensation.

"Say, my Lady... would you be interested into... joining me in intimacy?"

He asked her quite kindly as he took his large, callous hand to grab against her thigh. Even over the dress' fabric, his hand could feel of Lily's form. Rubbing his palm against her, he started to caress her under the table, sliding his hand against her leg...

 

[lizzy1228]

"I see you are... interested into their... lack of courtesy, if I may say."

Lily's eyes flew to meet Dravin's in surprise at the audacity of his implication, and at being caught staring. She couldn't deny his claim, though. She couldn't explain it, but the scene had captivated her. She couldn't help but wonder what the two were feeling, and if that was the truth of what happened behind closed doors. She couldn't imagine it. Such behavior certainly couldn't be common.

Her wide eyes locked on Dravin's and made her look like an innocent doe, finally caught by the hunter. She didn't know how to respond. She felt guilty at being caught and ashamed of her own fascination. How could she explain her curiosity when he must think her experienced?

She gazed into his eyes for a moment before dropping her own, unable to maintain the contact. She darted one last look through her lashes at the raucous behavior of the soldiers, then dropped her gaze to the floor. She didn't want to be caught again--didn't want the prince to know just how curious she was.

Before she could respond to him, he went on. "Say, my Lady... would you be interested into... joining me in intimacy?"

Now she was truly at a loss for words. She'd known this was coming, of course, but hearing the words spoken out loud was still a shock. Before she'd just had a vague sense of what the prince might demand of her, and had been holding onto hope that he wouldn't. She knew there was no escaping now, though, as she felt his hand caressing her thigh. And having now witnessed the behavior of the soldiers, she had a better picture of what to expect.

She watched his hand caress her--she could feel his heat even through her many layers of dress--and felt that same heat spread throughout her belly. This time it was much stronger, though, and she could only attribute it to Dravin's touch. She couldn't deny that--though she feared the man and hated him for stealing her country--his presence overwhelmed her and made her feel weak.

Knowing she would not come up with the words to express her confusion, she decided to simply defer to his wishes, as she'd seen so many people do with her father. "If that is what you wish, my lord, then... yes".

Lily knew she couldn't even comprehend what she had just gotten herself into.

 

[LordLuck]

"Indeed?"

That Blackwood had accepted his imply for an amorous advance had been more than merely a surprise. Dravin's heart filled with a primal joy as he knew that, tonight, he would have the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, in this kingdom or any other. His caresses against her leg were pulled away, as he used his arm to throw it over her shoulders... and pull her closer to him.

"A most pleasant surprise, my dear. If you'd allow me...", he said as he pulled her closer... closer... the Prince himself motioned his head to go for hers, his lips opening slightly as to claim a simple, almost chaste kiss with the gorgeous woman that he had under his protection. A most delicious kiss, he could add.

"Once we are done, my sweet dove... I'll take you to my own quarters."

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily's heart pounded in her chest as Dravin gently pulled her head closer to his, satisfaction glowing in his eyes. His lips hovered over hers for a moment and she felt their breath mingle. Time seemed to slow down as he almost tenderly pressed his lips to hers.

It was her first kiss and she hadn't known what to expect. Certainly not for her lips to explode in tingles or her breath to start coming in short little gasps. Though she was nearly frozen in tension, she felt something in her relax. It was as if a warm wave was spreading through her belly and up into her chest. Like she was melting.

She moved her lips under Dravin's for the briefest of moments before he pulled away. She was surprised at his withdrawal. She hadn't imagined him showing patience or restraint. She was grateful for it.

"Once we are done, my sweet dove... I'll take you to my own quarters."

The promise and anticipation in his voice was hard to miss. His eyes glowed with confidence and primal satisfaction. He seemed to almost revel in his conquest.

His head was still so close to hers that he seemed to block out the rest of the room. With her voice still uneven from that kiss, she replied, "Yes, alright." The sound of her own voice surprised her. Where had that sound of husky anticipation come from? She couldn't imagine.

Needing to break the intimacy of the moment, Lily straightened herself and took a sip from her goblet. The wine was strong and she immediately felt it begin to warm her blood. She unconsciously wet her lips as she once again surveyed the scene before her. Her mind began to whirl with possibilities of what the night ahead might bring.

 

[LordLuck]

After quite some time - and many depravities witnessed as three musicians started their melodies; a feast that would run until the next day's dawn, Dravin decided that it was time for him to collect his prize. With a glance of approval and thankfulness towards the crowd that gathered around Sir Thomas and his stories
of great feats and manly doings.

It was time. Slowly, Prince Dravin stood - a little bit hunched in order to call the least of attentions to himself, as he took Lady Blackwood's hand on his own, and meant to raise the woman from her seat. He could sense her womanly scent, the fragrance fine that she had in her - inebriating himself with it.

"It is time, my sweet Lady. Come. Raise that plump behind of yours and come with me."

Awaiting for her to proceed into her own time, Dravin took her from the Great Hall to the corridor that lead towards the King's Quarters... and there, his hand came from her back and down to knead at her backside. They were fierce caresses, as if taking everything her flesh could in their iron grip.

"Ah, good Blackwood..."

 

[lizzy1228]

She heard the raw satisfaction in his voice as he palmed her backside and pulled her more firmly against his side. The low timbre hinted to her that his thoughts had strayed to the future and what he had planned for her. She hated to admit it, but her curiosity was far surpassing her fear by this point. She needed to understand what was happening to her, between her and Dravin. She wanted to share the knowledge that glowed in his eyes.

Despite herself, she felt herself leaning tighter into his side and shifting her hips slightly so her behind rested for firmly in his grip as they walked. She felt an ache growing between her legs and her entire body felt warm.

They paused when they reached his bedroom door, as if they both knew that by entering they would be beginning something they didn't quite understand. Lily inhaled a deep breath to steady herself and allowed Dravin to open the door and escort her inside. Her posture was stiff and she'd avoided looking him in the eye since they left the great hall.

She cast a glance around the room. She hadn't been in this room since she was a girl. Before her father had grown cold he would allow her to visit his chambers simply to spend time with him. She'd nearly forgotten her frequent visits to the room. Things were so different now.

Indeed they were. She knew that this night would be one of the most important in her life. She was about to become a woman in every sense, and the man she was with neither knew nor cared. She felt a small stab of regret at the fact that this was happening without even a husband, let alone a man who loved her. She'd learned a long time ago that royalty weren't allowed the luxury of love, though. It was time to let go of that foolish dream.

She glanced over her shoulder at Dravin who stood a few steps behind her. Though his entire essence radiated anticipation, he didn't seem impatient to begin. Perhaps he wanted her to approach him? He would be disappointed.

She straightened her head, which left her back to Dravin. She gazed at the raging fire in the fireplace and the shining stars in the inky black sky.

She felt as if she was waiting for her fate to be sealed.

 

[LordLuck]

The Prince thought that Blackwood's posture was purposeful to the act she had vowed to commit with him. The whole way, from the Great Hall back to the room that had once belonged to Lily's father, Prince Dravin had felt the bulge under his pant's fabric swelling by the minute, growing painfully hard as they've walked down the corridors quietly. The fire burned at the fireplace, as by his Seneschal's orders to make the room cozy enough after a hard day's work. And what a day!

In one morning and afternoon, Dravin had conquered the Capital of the neighbouring Kingdom. Of course, it was a very important city, but to bring the whole nation down to it's knees would still demand time and efford. He nurtured no false hopes that all would bend over for him once he had taken the head. After all, their King had escaped before his men fought their way into the Keep. But now... he had more interesting things to deal with.

Lady Blackwood was quite a gorgeous conquest, as well. To have her oh so profoundly grateful towards him would surely earn the Prince quite a few hours of delicious fucking... or that was what he had hoped. As a man, and a young man at that, the Prince had the reproductive needs to ease himself quite flourished. He could not stop noticing how wide were her hips, how deliciously round her breasts seemed to be.

Dravin slowly approached the woman. Ah, her scent, so completely inebriating the Prince... so quickly. However, there was something amiss with Blackwood. She seemed far too... distant. As if detached from his amorous advances. What kind of Lady in Waiting would be left behind, should she be a fine lover? These kind of questions boiled into Dravin's mind as he considered how to arouse the woman into approaching him herself.

Slowly, he allowed his footsteps to sound ominous towards her. Approaching her by her back, Dravin took his time to finally press his growing bulge against her rump behind. His hands came to caress at her waistline, and his lips came to kiss behind her neck, as he threw her locks of hair away.

"My sweet Lady Blackwood... you seem so tense... so... so completely stiff."

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily was startled when she felt Dravin finally press himself to firmly against her back. She felt that same heat again when he dropped his lips to play along her neck, only this time it was so much stronger. His kisses were soft and they caused every place they touched to tingle with awareness. Her eyes grew heavy lidded and then dropped closed as she felt herself succumbing to his will. He seemed to be slowly exploring her, getting a feel for her body and her reaction.

She tried to show nothing of how he was affecting her. Though she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly to expose more of her neck, she maintained her stiff posture. She prayed he would think her immune to his advances.

When his large hands closed on her hips she felt a vague image flash across her mind. She imagined herself bent at the waist in front of him as pressed himself against her, as she had seen a man do earlier at the feast. She imagined him controlling her body as he explored her. She was ashamed of how quickly her thoughts had turned. She wanted so badly to fight him, but with every passing moment the goal seemed more and more unlikely.

She was holding onto her composure though, even though she felt as if she was about to break with the effort. Dravin's voice was low and rough as he spoke near her ear, "My sweet Lady Blackwood... you seem so tense... so... so completely stiff."

"I'm sorry, my lord." The husky note in her voice surprised her. "It... it has been quite an... eventful day, if you don't mind my saying so. I'm afraid I have not yet fully recovered." She sounded as demure and apologetic as possible. She kept her eyes downcast as she quietly added, "I hope I have not disappointed you."

When she could no longer stand his silence, she turned her head to look back up at him over her shoulder. Her solemn gaze was almost pleading with him not to be displeased with her.

 

[LordLuck]

"Why would you have me dissapointed, my sweet Lady?", Dravin asked her with words full of honey, their sweet sounds making Lily sound foolish to think of herself unworthy of his attentions. "Let me decide that for myself."

Slowly, Dravin's hands wandered all about her frame - curiously caressing her flesh over her fine dress. His callous hands had an incredibly careful, almost humble quality to them as he explored every inch of her form. From her hips to her slender waist, upwards along her flanks... and to her tummy; slowly running upwards to feel at her breasts, hugging her from behind. His erection, poking viciously through the fabric of their garments was nesting itself against her backside's crevice, and she knew he would try poking it deeper into her... didn't she? Dravin had never thought Lady Blackwood as a virginal damsel.

Approaching his face against her stare, the Prince laid a hot, kind kiss against Blackwood's cheek, that gesture alone enough to ease her feelings. He sniffed at her long hair, it's scent inebriating the man that had taken her home and land and right of rule... a man that seemed handsome by the moment.

His hands kept her in place, preventing her from moving, as they've continued their exploration. Her shoulders, his palm finally reaching her spotless, flawless skin... sliding against her forearms and once more towards her hips. Their fingers grabbed lustfully against her rump backside, pulling her even further against the rigid rod that Dravin sticked against her...

When she finally felt his fingers working down her dress, unlacing it's back laces....

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily felt like she had become lost in a fog. Her thoughts were muddled and slow in coming, and her body now seemed to be in control of her actions.

No, her body wasn’t in control. It was Dravin, and what he was doing to her that was driving her wanton behavior. It was also slowly robbing her of her free will. A ghost of a thought warned her that she should be alarmed by the power he held over her, but it was gone almost before it had formed, driven away by the hot press of Dravin’s lips against her cheek.

She felt burned by every touch of his fingers, until every inch of her skin felt like it glowed with life and passion. She could feel heat rolling off of her in waves, and had to fight desperately to keep herself from taking Dravin’s hands in hers and pulling them to touch every one of her most sensitive spots.

Primary amongst these spots were her breasts and between her legs. The sensitivity there confused her, for she had never before felt anything like it. She knew these were private spots, but had never known how much they could ache for another’s touch, or how much pleasure could be found in such a touch. She grew restless and started to rub her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the ache between her legs. She pressed her back into Dravin’s chest and felt her lips part on a contented sigh.

That sigh turned into a gasp, however, when she felt her dress begin to slip from her shoulders. Thrust back into the grips of painful memories and feeling panic grip her chest, she immediately pulled herself free from Dravin’s grasp and took several quick steps away from him. The power of her fear shocked her, as did the force with which the memories of nights with her uncle came back to her.

With her back turned to Dravin, and several steps in front of him, she fought to catch her breath and slow her breathing. The fear slowly faded, and was slowly replaced by mortification and embarrassment over her sudden shift in behavior. What must Dravin think? Would he be angry? Would this jeopardize her chances of relying on his protection? Her fear was obvious, as was the fact that it stemmed from something other than his touch, but could she count on him to understand and not be angry? To not throw her out of his bedroom and rescind his pledge to protect her?

These thoughts swirled in her head as she breathed slowly and stared at the floor, too embarrassed to turn and face Dravin. She lingered a moment, working up her courage, before turning to face the prince. She lifted her head, but couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes as she murmured an embarrassed apology.

Discomfort and embarrassment obvious on her face, she kept her eyes on his chest and said, “I’m sorry, your highness. It was just….. a memory. Forgive me.”

Still unable to meet his eyes, she let her gaze drop to the floor as she awaited his response.