My Hero, My Keeper

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Manric was nobody special in the Alarian army. A lowly foot soldier with little more going for him than Alarian pride. He was strong and knew how to use his sword well. He fought hard in the war against the Barbarians and brought many foes down with his blade.

One day his squad heard that the Princess of their mighty kingdom was visiting some of the wartorn towns to give the people hope that Alaria will prosper and thrive in spite of war. Manric's squad was three miles outside of a small village called Telar when they saw the smoke rising from the village proper.

The captains ordered the squad to move in and save anyone they could. From a mile away the screams of women and children could be heard. Manric felt his chest panic in the thought of innocent people being hurt. Not that he cared all that much about people. But he knew that if he didn't get there quickly he would have no one to kill for the enemy would escape.

They split up in the village searching for people. Manric passed an overturned carage and heard a woman protest as he passed a crumbled general shop. With a pause he peeked through the broken doorway.

His eyes widened and he held his breath as he saw the Princess, crawling backwards away from a Barbarian with a battle-axe. Manric couldn't believe his luck. Surely in saving her he would be given riches and rewards for all time. The King would be thrilled and perhaps Manric could get a position in the palace where it would be easy living forever.

Manric moved behind the barbarian and slipped his blade into the man's lungs, preventing him from screaming as he died. Manric stood over the body for a while and stared at the Princess, he had never seen her before in person and was struck by her beauty.
 
Blaanid's father at this point was not far at all from passing away and handing his realm onto his only daughter, thus making her Queen. And as she stood there before the now death barbarian, she could see now how hard her life really could be on either side, even looking at the young soldier who had saved her life and knew that he had saved the King's only heir, she right away embraced him, kissing his cheek lovingly and said to him out load, “My hero! Thank you so much for saving me! Your prize is so great that just say the word and it is yours! I am completely in your debt now!”

Though little did she really understand what she was getting into now, what kind of horrible doors she had opened for not only him but for her own closet of horrors as well.
 
Manric had not expected such an outburst from the Princess. She threw her arms around him and kiss his cheek, praising him with thanks and offered any reward he so desired should he but say the word. Manric was stunned there for a moment, not knowing what he should make of it.

Yet he became aware of her breasts pressing to his chest. It was a wonderful feeling that gave Manric a wicked idea. He knew that the Princess was unwed and not yet promised to any one man. If he could claim her, then she would be forced to name him prince and eventually he would be King. He would rule all these lands that he had shed blood for.

He stepped away from Blaanid and smirked at her. "Any request I wish?" He asked. "Well Princess, there is only one request I would wish of you." He gave her a little bow. "I have not known the pleasures of a woman's flesh in many moons, I have bled and fought for this kingdom with all my might. My wish is but one night to have in your bed."
 
Her cheeks turned so rosy that they were almost the color of her bright red hair and her large breasts had begun to display just how turned on the idea made her, to the point that her nipples were so hard and erect that they now shone perfectly through her gown. She did her best to smile at him, she knew the danger that this now put her and her crown in, knowing that if he got a child on her that she would be forced to give herself to him as a bride, and in doing so she would have to submit to her him as her husband, thus being forced into a submissive roll as Queen in name only and slave in the bedroom.

Yet at the same time she could see by Manric's stature that he would no doubt be very good in bed, and the idea of being tied to this man for the rest of her days was not so bad really.

Yet as she agreed and word was sent to her father, it was clear that the King himself couldn't handle the news, the shock right away killing him before Blaanid and her hero had returned to the palace, she not even getting a chance to say goodbye to her father, instead her own servants had to get her into her bedchamber and prepare her to give the hero what he most desired, understanding fully that if she became pregnant, that he would become King and Master over Blaanid.
 
The entire trip back to the palace gave Manric pause. He wondered if what he was doing was right and if it was a reasonable thing to ask of Blaanid. They rode through some of the old battlefields in which Manric had fought for his Kingdom and the name of Alaria. If he had fought so hard for no gain, the kingdom owed it to him to owe the very kingdom itself!

He would watch Blaanid's chest rise and fall with her breathing, her breasts heaving in her gown. HE wanted her, the flesh of the most prestigous woman in the Kingdom would be his! He had saved her very life and by the rules of honor, her life belonged to him now. For without Manric she would be dead.

She was swept away from him the moment they got to the palace. Manric himself was taken to the royal baths and made to clean all the grim from months in war ravaged lands off his skin. He was then taken to Blaanid's chambers. A servant told him that she would be joining him soon and left the room.

Manric looked around at all the riches Blaanid possessed and it angered him. Her bed was giant and comfortable, while he had spent months sleeping on a dirty tarp. She had scented candles putting a pleasant flowery scent throughout the room. Manric smelt like shit prior to his bath.

Fine. This was his night and he was going to bring the Princess down a peg or two. Let her feel was it is like to be a servant for once, a sexual object to be used and taken.
 
Only a few moments later Blaanid came into her bedchamber to be joined with her Hero, she dressed in only a loose robe meant to be easily removed from her body by the man who had saved her life. She sat upon the bed and looked down at her feet, suddenly feeling shy and afraid and she spoke shyly to her Hero saying, “My advisers have set up a bedchamber for you to sleep in until it is clear that I have or haven't conceived with you.” They knowing that if their Queen had a child out of wedlock and the man that she had that child with would either be killed in battle or disappear, that it would be very bad for the realm and so such arrangements had been set up for Manric.

It was then that she knew what to do, she knew that it would go best if she submitted to him freely and stood up from the bed and let her gown fall from her body, allowing him a good look of what he would be enjoying tonight after all. And it was no secret that he would want to impregnate her, for any man who knew about their laws and did not follow this path would no doubt be stupid on so many levels.

Yet she still went up to him, helping the man that she would soon be bedding out of his own clothing, she doing the job that a servant girl would do for her princess or Queen, demonstrating fully that tonight she was his and if his seed quickened within her womb, she would be his for eternity!
 
Manric let his eyes take in the beautiful perfect that was her body. Her soft red locks falling gently over her shoulders, teasing the tops of her breasts. Her body slim and curvy which told him that she would be able to give him lots of kids. He smirked and took a step toward her.

"Tonight I get rewarded for all my sacrifice. I'll the fighting and the violence I've endured for this Kingdom." He told her, walked firmly right up to look into her eyes.

His hand came up and gripped her breast firmly, not enough to overly hurt, but enough for her to gasp in surprise. "Tonight you are mine. I only wish your father were still alive to see his daughter give herself to her savior."

Then he kissed her, not giving her time to react his tongue jabbed into her mouth and began to taste her, drink her.
 
Blaanid really began to fear now that this could indeed go very badly for her, that if he were to get a child in her, that she would learn what being dominated would be all about, and from the look of him and the size of that cock of his, there was no doubt in her mind that tonight he would get a child on her.

She could feel her body react to his touch, her cunt becoming soaking wet the very idea of that cock of his being shoved deep inside of her, she not even realizing that even now she was ovulating, that her fate was indeed sealed. Yet he would be able to tell that she was primed to receive his seed the moment he slipped inside of her, for all men of their peoples were well trained in how to tell that their women were in the prime of their fertility cycle, and little did she understand that the first time he would mount her, that he would not only get the pleasure of feeling her velvet glove around his cock, but the delight in knowing that his seed would indeed quicken within her womb!
 
Manric felt the heat from her body pour against him. He knew not what she was thinking but he could tell that she was excited by the idea of being taken by him. He wondered if she had ever felt a man's touch on her flesh or inside of her. He got harder just thinking about it.

He pulled his mouth from hers and stepped back a bit. He pulled her hand down to his throbbing hardness and made her stroke him. "Touch me Princess, stroke my manhood. I want you to make my cock nice and had and ready to push into your little tunnel." He commanded, his hand on her shoulder pushed her down onto her knees. "Stroke it, and taste it. Let's see if you can use your mouth for something useful."
 
Right away Blaanid went down upon her knees to Manric, it was almost a familiar scene of how her mother always had to kneel before her father even at court as a sign of respect to her husband, and almost very much a foretelling of how life would be for her if he would get his seed upon her body.

Blaanid had hoped to find a man that would be loving and kind to be a husband of hers, to rule with her on an equal footing and would not be like the rest of the men in this world who saw women as second rate citizens, only good for pleasure and child baring. But it was clear to her that her dreams may not come true after all, especially if she would be forced to marry this man and make him King, for he would not only be King over her realm, but over her mind and body.

And so she did as she was told, wrapping her sweet lips around that thick cock of his, sucking and licking him, feeling even as the head of his cock reached the back of her throat without even causing her to gag.
 
Manric was pleased with her mouth. She took him softly between her lips and let her tongue guide his length deeper into her mouth. She took him deep and didn't even gag. He watched her suck and lick his cock, enjoying her bobbing her mouth along his length.

He sighed and leaned his head back, it had been so long since a woman touched him that he wanted to just explode in her mouth right then and there. He smirked and looked down into her eyes. "You are such a natural at this Princess. Have you spent a lot of time sucking off your servants?" He told her.

It made him giggle the way she looked apauled at his comment. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. He grunted and let his cock explode into her mouth. "Swallow it all Princess. Drink my cum."
 
She did as she was told, drinking it all up and not letting a drop escape her mouth as she tasted the very seed that she would have inside of her for years to come!

It was then that they both moved to the bed, his cock soaking wet with her own saliva and her cunt slick and wet with her arousal, it was very clear that Blaanid would be a very good lay tonight, especially as her own scent now surrounded the room, the scent of her beauty and that of her arousal, telling Manric that at this point her body was making her a very willing participant tonight!
 
Manric loomed over her and let his hands run down her body. His fingertips brushed over her breasts, down her flat belly and then down to cup her wet ready mound. He was delighted to find her so wet and ready for him. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple and nipped her tender flesh.

He felt her moan and wiggle under him. Her body got wetter for him, his finger teased her slit and he could tell that she would be incredible inside. "I've waited a long time for this Princess. I'm gonna make you mine tonight."

He rose up and fitted his cock to her juicy slit. Then he pushed inside and her velvet tunnel began to surround his length, little by little his cock hit into her depths. She was warm and tight, yet inviting and soft inside. He could feel her body quivering for him and he knew her body was merely awaiting his sperm.

His eyes lit up and he smiled, "Oh I can feel your womb waiting my cum. You really are going to be mine tonight."
 
That was not something that Blaanid wanted to hear, that was not what she wanted to think about, yet all she could think about now was that he somehow knew that she was prime for breeding, that he would indeed be claiming her for life, that her body would betray her and give her over to an overbearing man that would dominate her for the rest of her life!

She could feel it even now as he filled her, that long thick cock of his so deep inside of her that she could feel the head at her cervix, his body even going so far as to knock at the door to her own womb as if to demand that she open herself to him and allow him to seed her and make her body, womb and realm his in one night!

She had never thought that her crown would be taken from her like this, not now! But now she felt him thrust in and out of her, his body large and controlling of her, making her take his entire cock so deep inside of her that she would never again know what it was to be sweet and innocent, only a means for her King to take pleasure and produce heirs to bring him more power!
 
The look in her eyes and she realized that she was his now was priceless. Her face protested against what was happening, but he felt her body open for him and grow wetter as his tip bumped against her cervix. She was ready to be bred, her body wanted it, her body needed it and he was going to take her forever. He would no longer live in flith and mud, he would rule!

He grunted and began to thrust himself into her harder, smashing his cock against her cervix. His palm gripped and squeezed her tit pinching her. "Tell me Princess, how do you feel about becoming mine? I look forward to owning your body, so beautiful, you will look good, fat with my children." He kissed her and bit her lip.
 
Blaanid didn't know whether to scream in horror or to moan at how good it felt to feel him deep inside of her! It was like her body just could not get enough of him, yet her mind told her that this was wrong, that her life would be a living hell if she was forced to wed him.

Yet within three weeks of their joining, it was clear to the Queen and her physicians that her nightmare had come true, they even summoning Manric to announce to him that he would indeed become King and wed Blaanid within the hour knowing that she was now pregnant!

Of course the people cheered at this news, they thinking only about the story of a lowly soldier becoming King and bedding the most beautiful woman in the lands, yet as Blaanid saw it, it was her undoing now, she would now have to submit to her new husband, he would become her Master and her life would never again be the same.
 
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