The Princesses Heart (Closed)

With a flourish of trumpets, the Knight candidates entered the hall. Rolf expected a crowd,, and he was not surprised. He would have done just as well as a private ceremony, and the congratulations of the Lord Trainer.

The cadre stood in formation before the throne, and one by one, knelt, swore their oath of allegiance and fealty, rose, and were presented with their sword and standard.

Rolf knelt accordingly, but looked directly at Princess Elisabeth when His Majesty touched his blade to each shoulder and bade him rise as Sir Rolf. The acclaim in the hall was deafening. Surely he must have imagined that distant howling above the din?

The knights were then dismissed to remove their armor and military gear, to return in their dress tunics. Their was then a receiving line, which the new knights file through, presented with the Lord Trainer, His Majesty, Her Majesty, the Princess, and the Bishop.

Rolf presented himself as trained, received their congratulations, and thanked each in turn. Her Majesty surprised him when she proferred her hand, and Rolf presented a bit of fluster in taking her fingertips gently in his, bowing, and murmuring "Your Majesty". The Princess similarly proferred hers, and he attempted slsightly more grace in following suit, but his mind was swimming when he touched her perfumed fingers.
 
Elisabeth nodded as he gripped her strong hand in his each knight greeting the royal family after their allegiance was formed with her godfather Lord Trainer and Father the king as well as her and her mother, an oath to protect the royal family, and to protect the kingdom.

"Sir Rolf " she said with a slight smile and curtisied bot wanting to show too much favor to one knight and continue her princessing duties. Shortly afte the ball began and she danced and danced with princes and kings and knight all alike, then she gasped when she was to dance with Rolf, her body was reacting to him and she took a quick breath before getting into his arms.

"We meet again Sir Rolf" she said and curtisied " Welcome to the knights of Kiinsley" she said before they moved closer together, bodies moving gracefully on the dance floor, she smelled his sandalwood oil on his skin and felt his strong body against her as they glided on the floor.

Once they' were done, Beth knew she needed a break, her body was flush and flustered and she had to get out for a minute before anyone noticed her bodys reaction to him.

"Pardon me" she said softly and looked at him and gasped seeing a fire in his eyes that she had seen in no man before.

She managed to slip out of the ball and outside to the royal garden to catch some air, her womanhood was moist and her nipples hard beneath her brassire, that couldnt be normal could it? Rolf was making her think such lustful things.
 
The ball following the ceremony was overwhelming. Rolf performed his obligatory knightly duties, waiting on Her Majesty when it was his turn, sating his appetite with a haunch of fowl when he found spare time between dances.

And then he found her before him, arms presented for taking into the rounds of dance. He possessed an uncanny ability to improvise and learn the various steps, due in part to his natural coordination and the footwork training incorporated in hand to hand fighting. The thought brought a subtle grin to his countenance when he considered taking the Princess in combat. A very different form of combat. He imagined that such a courtesan royal would normally be dignified and noble in every aspect of human affairs, including mating, however, he allowed himself to wonder if the bold young woman who would hazard the village streets at night in nothing more than soot and servants clothes wouldn't be bold also in other endeavors?

The keen sparkle in her eyes was unsettling to him. Her eyes danced at him as a child. Now, they presented a certain masked amusement mixed with a look of one who was hunting, nay, tracking.

In any case, the musicians came to a rest, the dance partners separated. He bowed to her, drank in her curtsy, and he watched her disappear out of doors in the direction of the gardens.

He went to the refreshment tables, took a tankard of mead and a glass of wine, and walked out another door leading to the baths.

He diverted at a convenient passageway, passed by thee kitchens, and emerged in the garden courtyard opposite the great hall.

His eyes gleamed as he approached her so that she could see his approach. He did not wish to startle.

"M'Lady" and he proferred the wine.

His sensitive olfaction detected something in the air. A certain part of him became turgid.
 
Beth sat in the garden admiring the roses for a bit and the she heard footsteps and turrned to see Rolf approaching with refreshment in both hands and smiled as he offered her a glass of wine. She smiled and thanked him and took a sip trying to control the urges her body felt. She hadnt felt the touch of a man since her early teens, Count Bradley her first, she was to marry him at 16, but he had perished in an unfortunate fire saving villages long ago, she hadnt told anyone she wasnt a virgin but was certain her mother knew and didnt care as long as she hadnt carried a babe that young.

Elisabeth smiled motioned for them to sit on the stone seating " I hope you are enjoying the festivities tonight Sir Rolf, it is an honor to have ty
you serve the royal family, i observed some othe the training ground earlier and you are quite.. impressive" she said not mentioning what else she was observing.

She knew this was a dangerous game, being alone with him like this , how her body reacted when near him, but she could control herself, especially with them being in such an open area. She walked around admiring the flowers and smiled hoping he had remembered this place, the garden, the place the two of them played many times as children, it was her favorite place, beautiful, quiet, and private.

She smiled soflty and looked around " Its beautiful here isnt it?" She said and looked over at him. She could tell by his breathing Rolf was trying to contol himself as well.
 
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Rolf felt unsteady here in the garden. He was much more comfortable in the training lists, and his quarry there was much more familiar.

She was becoming familiar to him, of course, as they had once been those thirteen years ago.

He colored slightly at her praise of his battle skills.

"Princess, I am honored. I am flattered to be selected to serve the royal family; to serve you" Here his gaze bore directly into hers, and looked deeply. "I can only wonder, however, at the great risks you have taken to bring me into your orbit, verily, to this garden right here. You remind me of the young girl who cavorted here in these garden paths, tearing your clothing on rosebushes as we played tag."

He paused to take a swalow of mead.

"I daresay, Princess, the childlike joy we shared then and the games and gambols we took part in bear little resemblance to how I esteem you now. I sense, Princess, a great conflict within in you. It is mirrored, I hazard, within myself. Say the word, Princess, and I will withdraw to provide you yourr safety. I fear otherwise that we are in peril of a great conflagration."

He paused, watching for her reaction. His hand was within reach of his. Were he to give in to his urges, she would be easy prey. But this setting was so vulnerable to prying eyes. Why, his very sisters he had already noticed by scent, hovered a hndred yards away at the edges in the shadows, watchng no doubt with interest.
 
Beth knew they were barely containing themselves but to hear him say the words aloud only cause her body to grow hotter for him. She drank her wine quickly, perhaos to give her more courage and heard her breathing grow heavier as he said it, it wasnt saftey she was concerned about, she knew he wouldn't hurt her unless she wanted him to and she paused taking the mead out of his hand and leaned in kissing him gasping as he returned her kiss hungrily pulling the hot princess into his lap, she knew of a place a room near the dungeons noonne used or occupied where she would go to take care of her urges like these alone uninterrupted and she gripped his hand pulling back.

She saw his excitement for her and was certian he could smell her excitement " Sir Rolf, i cannot control my urges much longer as i have done this eve, follow me" she said softly and grabbed his moving quietly and unseen as she did the first night to escape and leading him to the quiet private room.

Once inside the princess felt the fire in her body return , aching for his touch needing him.
 
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Rolf's nostrils flared at the Princess' confirmation of her internal struggle. His eyes widened as she closed on him in a simple kiss.

The beast within him stirred. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. With a light growl, his lips opened over hers, changing her simple kiss into something animalistic and raw.

Then she was pulling back as his senses whirled in the scents, sensations and surrealnness of their situation.,

Dungeons? Privacy? Urges?

As she pulled him along he glanced back to the edge of the garden, then turned to follow her into the little-used castle fastnesses, grasping a torch from a sconce on the way.,
 
Beth knew her father would disprove of her actions but she couldnt stop herself if she wanted to, this was unladylike throwing herself at a knight this way butnthey were sworn to secrecy and she knew Rolf wouldnt tell anyine out of respect for the royal family.

She was thankful he grabbed a torch for them and she opened the room door gently and the two made sure it was completly clear, once they were certain he placed the torch on a scone and she moved in to kiss him yet again thisntimw the two of them interrupted.

She gasped as he pulled her in closr to him her body flat agaisnt his and the evidence of his awoken manhood between them. She boldy reach down to touch it and swore she heard a low sexy growl escape his lips. She looked at him almost as if asking before she slowly undid his trousers and he her dress.
 
Rolf was sweating with the effort and tension to hold himself in check.

Were this any other woman in any other setting, niceties would have been of no regard whatsoever. He exerted himself to slow down, to pace himself, to savor this delicious heady moment.

When she fell into his arms after sconcing the torch, he gave an inward groan, tasting her lips on his, and her readiness to accept his questing tongue. Indeed, he fancied that her tongue gave worthy answer for his as he revelled in her taste, her scents whirling around him. He was acutely aware of her feminine curves as he gathered her to himself and returned the favor with the impossible to conceal bulge from his loins. A very unprincely beast lurked, demanding to be loosed.

When her delicate refined hand stroked him there, he emitted a frank and low growl, lest she protest that she was not warned of what she was unleashing.

As she worked at his buttons, he reached for the fastenings of her gown, his fingers savoring the privelege to skim along the edges of her creamy bosom.

His voice deep and husky "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Elisabeth...."
 
Elisabeth panted and looked at him the fire twinkling in the corner of her hazel eyes as she heard the sexy huskiness in his voice as he told her she didnt know what she was getting herself into and she let out a sexy chuckle stroking him faster and looking into his green eyes swearing she saw a hint of amber benath them .

"I think i do Rolf.. whatever you give me id surely be willing to take" she said breathily and groaned as she felt Rolfs hand slide down to her bottom kneading the soft globes in his hands gently. She knew he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him and she looked up and slid down on her knees on the cool floor looking up at his towering frame and releasing his cock stroking it more then leaned forward licking it hearing the low growl yet again making her grow wetter thinking how sexy it sounded and she wrapped her delicate lips around the glistening head staring at her and tasting him for then first time between her lips.
 
He stood before her, his most sensitive weapon in her hands, stroking him erotically. He ws an animal at heart. He had preyed far and wide in more ways than one following the unfortunate day which had taken his mother. he found himself in a completely different place with this bewitching princess, this long lost treasure from his youth.

His eyes dilated as he looked down at her stroking him, her gaze fixed on his heavy shaft as her compparatively dainty hand moved back and forth.

His fingers dispensed with his gown as it pooled at their feet, and his large hands skimmmed down her back to her flanks before reaching around and under to cup her full ass. He squeezed her haunches and growled, and then she was sinking out of his grasp, and looking head-on at his beastliness.

Unbelieving when her ruby lips parted to lick his thickly veined shaft, he didn't know whether to whimper or growl; his resultant growl rumbled out of him, and then he was gasping and panting when her mouth opened only to close over the very pointed tip.

grrrrrrrrrrr
 
Beth moaned soflty sucking at his impressive member which seemed to be growing thicker and longer between her lips, she hadnt done this ever before with a man, from the growling she heard she thought a t first she had been hurting him but his panting told her otherwise and his hand intertwining themselves between her golden tresses did as well.

She reached beneath herself sliding her fingers slowly against her trembling quim and she erotically sucked her lovers member eyes locked on his wanting to see his face as she provided pleasure to him, pleasure she hoped no other was giving him at the time.
 
"So goood, Princess......sooooooooo goooooood..." His long drawn out exhalation reflective relief at her laving his cock with such ardent care. Her luxurious tresses in his fist occupied his grip as he staired down at her ministrations.

His hips quivered, his eyes bored into her his lips parted, his tongue slipped out slightly....

It had been far too long for him, this erotic splendor. This fair flower's refined touch and her pampered body so close to his....delectable.....gaaaaa

He had to feel her closer to him. He used his grip in her hair to drag him up and turned him as she stood, pulling her against his chest, his arms wrappping around her to cup her breasts as his mouth nuzzled into her nape, kissing then biting, before traveling up to her ear. One hand dipped to stroke her wetness with her own hand there also, and his teeth closed over her earlobe.

He was dangerously close to losing all control.
 
Beth gasped as he pulled her upnto him and agaisnt his chest his lips at her neck, kissing, licking and biting drawing sweet whimphers of need from her lips as he teased her breast with the hand wrapped around her holding her.

She moaned feeling his finger slip into her wetness and join the hand she had at her aroused clit and let out a loud whimper feeling him nibble her earlobe fingering her deep her tight wet walls gripping his fingers and her rolling her hips on his hand wanting more needing to feel more.

She reached back with her free hand stroking his wet cock " Please Rolf.. i want to feel you" she said breatbily wanting him to give her what they both needed.
 
Rolf felt her bucking back at him,. rolling her hips as he gripped her, cupped her, nipped at her.

He felt himself growing more animalistic in his need to devour her, to taste her, to mate her....

When her hand grasped his stalk, he growled as she beggeed for it, he groaned with his need, he so wanted to bury himself in her at once, and at the same time to bend her over and lave her sweet juices with his drooling tongue.

He...

He...

He....half-wihimpered, half-groaned, pulled himself out of her grip, and staggered back.

He saw her turn in frustration, so close to embarking on consumation. His green eyes were predominating as he struggled to gain control of himself.....

"Elisabeth....Princess....we......I....Arrrrrrrrrgh!"

Rolf pulled up his breeeches, holding them up as he tore out of the room, leaving the discomfited Princess abruptlly. He tore out the doorway, his boots slapping the stone corridor floor rapidly and she heard the door to the gardens burst open then slam shut.....

Not a minute later, as she tried to gather herself, she heard a distant wailing howl, followed by a pair of other howls.....
 
Elisabeth stood there in silence for a moment, confused, frustrated.. embarassed. She was so embarrassed! She had thrown herself at him like a starved whore. She quickly redressed and fixed her gown feeling hot embarrassed tears streaming down her cheeks as she made herself presentable for the ball once more cleaning her face of tears and masking her hurt with a neutral face notin the mood for festivities.

She excused herself early complaing of feeling ill sonshe could escapentomher room to prepare herself for bed and wondered what she had done wrong, was she not attractive enough, did he suddenly not want her anymore? Was there something wrong with her.

She requested a private bath and cried washing herself and dried climbing into her bed unclothed not wanting to be bothered again for the night or tomorrow at all.
 
Rolf burst into the garden in a maddened panic, heart pounding, limbs shaking, cock bursting with need. Barely pausing, he bounded off across the pathways, leaping into the darkened trees at the edge. He slunk past a pair of inattentive sentries and took off running into the night, howling as he did so, a plaintive, burning howl.

He had gone not a half-mile when he was joined by Agatha and Justine, who fell in quickly behind him. They were both curious to know of what he was suffering. they could see he was wroth and worked up. His pace, however, was permitting of no discourse.

He carred them with him far out into the borderlands, happening upon a small brigand camp on the river there. It was debatable whether these brigands presented any danger to His Majesty, but when he and his sisters left the camp at last, there would be no threat to the crown from them. Nay, nor much to bury, either.

Rolf dove into the river. The cold water braced him as he plunged in, and soothes his enflamed mind. He languidly drifted in the rippples, slowly coming back to himself.

Justine and Agatha had seen enough of the garden's stolen kiss to surmise the barest gist of what he had experienced. "Oh, he's fallen for one of the normals,. he has" Agatha murmured to Justine. Justine nodded "That courtly wench. He's no doubt tasted of her. If he'd not, he'd have not lost his head like this. If he'd claimed her, he wouldn't be here...."

When Justine came alongside of him on his leaving the water, he was in no mood for her sympathy. He led them back wordlessly to the village, and as they watched, he quietly crept back into the castle.

When he crawled under his blanket in his barracks room, he still could not find peace to sleep. After an hour, he threw the cover off of himself in disgust, put on his service tunic, and strode the castle chambers, padding stealthily, nodding wordlessly as he passed the staff he encountered. Woiuld he sleep at all this night?
 
Beth couldn't sleep as hard as she tried, she tossed and turned all nightthinking about Rolf , about what they had nearly done, about how he ran off, left her alone. She sighed finakky getting energy to slide into her night dress and brushed her hair gently to ease her mind.

She sat at her desk using some paper to do her artwork and requested tea to be brought to her chambers to ease her nerves. She sighed greatful the bread and tea were sent up. She sat near her window gazing at the beautiful night sky and let her mind wander, still so confused as to what sent Rolf running out of her grip that way.
 
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Rolf walked the corridors and passageways. He climbed the turret towers. He stood on parapets staring out at the night sky. He drummed his hands idly torn between two worlds.

Thoughts of his mother, of his times visiting the castle when she worked cavorting with the princess and other tiny friends......thoughts of cavorting with the princess, grown, womanly, plush with feminine curves, ripe as summer fruit.....

He realized he standing where he had a sidelong view of the window he thought to be hers.....

He hesitated, then decided there was no harm in trying. He cared not to think of what he would do if he encountered success.

He descended the turret stairs to the level he thought correct. He circled around. The odd servant or two did not think to challenge a knight in the King's livery. He happened to turn a corridor corner just after a handmaiden turned the opposite way carrying a tray back to the service area. She was apparently too drowzy to note his aproach, or he was too light on his feet.

Rolf padded down the hallway. It felt right. He sniffed softly yet deeply around the edges of the door.

He though so.

he reached for the doorlatch and eased it open slowly.
 
Beth sat drinking her tea and sent her handmaiden off for the night, she could tell she was tired after the long day and sidnt feel she needed anything else, she had also dismissed her guards after a bit of a fuss with them when the refused to leave at first, they knew after a while she'dget her way because beth was very stubborn at times.

She drank the teas gently again, the warmness welcome after consuming extra wine tonight being upset she knew the food would ease her stomach from the hangover she hadnt wanted. She placed the cup down on the dresser then made her way back to climb into her bed.

She saw her door knob move then paused for a moment silent, she then saw it slowly open and gasped seeing who stepped inside of her chambers. Her body immediately flush remebering what they had done then she inwardly scolded herself rememberingthe situation hed left her in.

" Either youve got a screw gone or youve gone mad Sir Rolf" she said and sat up in bed with a huff " Do you know the troubles well be in if your caught in my chamber? She said and folded her arms still quite upset with him for abandoning her.
 
"Madness is not far off the mark, Princess. Well am I aware what my presence here would mean were we discovered."

He strode to the window and pulled the gauzy fabric closed.

"I found I could not sleep. I could not....I could not wrestle you from my mind, my thoughts....."

Rolf padded across the room, trying not to fix his gaze upon the Princess in her simple nightwear, at her desk.

"Princess, how can I resolve this hunger, this desire, with our disparate world's? You were born to wed royalty and promulgate your lineage. Whatever I was born for has gone away, and what I am now is monstrouis."
 
Elisabeth raised her eyebrow wondering if Rolf had too much ale tonight and she smirked realizing that why he had fled because he was scared she wouldnt want him becasue he wasnt royalty. She walked over to him looking up at him and grabbed his hand " Rolf i know you, you are no monster" she said

" I am to be with who makes me happy Rolf, You are a knight, the royal court can decide on title should we decide to be with each other." She said knowing how devastated she would be should her father force her to marry royal.

Beth felt her body reacting ro his again and she looked up at him " Wh-Why did you run away tonight... did i hurt you?" she said soflty slight pain in her voice as she placed her hand on his chest giving himma concerned look.
 
Royalty? If it were only that simple.

"That's not exactly the major issue here....you see...."

He stopped as she looked up at him quizzically. Rolf needed time to think, dammit! How to explain?

He tried it out in his mind "you see, Elisabeth, I'm actually one of those were people, and I fear that were I to place my John Thomas inside your darling garden, I'll either rip you in twain in the act of coitus, or I'll knock you preggers and 3 months later you'll give birth to a litter of my cubs." No........some other explanation.

She looked on at him patiently and he pressed his manly hands to his forehead, putting out of his mind (as if!) the way the lamplight in the room illuminated the gauzy material of her nightshift.....he was sure he could make out the tips of her breasts.....gaaaaah!

Focus!

Try this? "Look, I can't say why, but we can only do this if we agree that I bugger you exclusively, so long as you dont mind the royal line coming to a dead halt, and there's still a chance that I might rip you in twain, but I did overhear the bishop remark that the insides of one's arse can be remarkably expansive......" uhhhhhhhh nope.

He returned from his internal brainstorming session, saw her eyes meeting his in what he hoped was bemusement, and muttered "well, I suppose it is this royalty issue. By the way, how do you feel about buggery? Dont answer that. perhaps you should stand over there in the shadows?" (Glancing nervously at her barely sheathed tits) "i dont smell disagreeable, do I? I just had a second bath tonight and I find that I get a bit musky afterward. I love that scent you wear, by the way...that other scent also....ah...."

Rolf clears his throat and shuts the hell up.
 
Elisabeth stared at him confused seeing Rolf was goignthrough some sort of internal struggle with what he wanted to say to her and was fighting the words to say to her and then he went on about buggery, his scent , and loving the scents she had and her other scent? Beth shook her head, the poor lad had to be pissing drunk.

" Here Rolf sit.. if its too much to explain right now.. don't " she said offering him somenteas and bread thinking he was drunk and needed a bit of sobering up

She leaned down and kissed him softly and grinned " You fine Rolf...youm smell great .. I know of my frangrances but umm.. what other scent are you reffering to?"she asked teasingly and smirked.
 
Rolf noted that Elisabeth had not retreated to the shadows as he had suggested.

He sat as she bid him, still at a loss for words. Tea? Bread? Bloody hell, what he needed was something else entirely.

Drunk? That would be a comparative relief.

He note how her breasts distinctly bobbed in their apparent firmness beneath her shift as she leaned in to kiss him. He swam in the sensation as her lips co.pressed on his. She withdrew to ask him.....tease him about her scent.....her other scent.....

He looked at her, arched a brow then meaningfully glanced down her thinly veiled body, then met her gaze again.
 
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