The Princesses Heart (Closed)

Rolf felt her molten flesh give way as he broached her enttance, his broad pointed cock forging its way past her clasping engorged lips.

Or was it Rolf? An animalistic countenance seemed to be seizing him. His shoulders were bunched up powerfully, his corded forearm muscles straiining. His breath was coming in heavy pants, his mouth open, his tongue evident.

He lowered his shoulders to press his broad chest into the Princess' breasts, gratified at the way she ground her nipples against him in search of her own pleasure. When his mouth fell on hers, his tongue swept in to her mouth, startling her with the depth of his penetration as he sought to own her completely.

"to make the Princess my bitch" he thought to himself suddenly....

His cock searched out her tight tunnel, feeding slowly, inexorably deeper. He reluctantly withdrew from the deep tongue kiss only to lick and kiss his way to her collarbone. Then, as she slowly yielded to deeper penetration yet, his teeth closed over a fold of skin where her neck met her shoulder, and nipped just slightly.

His cock nestled deeper still....
 
Beth whimpered with pleasure feeling him slowly feeding his cock into her making her grip the sheet , tongue kissing her hungrily and she gasped as a new Rolf seemed to take over , a Rolf that was starved and ready to bed her till she screamed to the holy heavens.

She sighed leaning her Head to the side as he pushed deeper making her cry out and trailed his way to her neck licking and kissing his way there and nipping her slightly causing her to slicken his cock with her warm juices and she held onto him letting him have control, almost submitting to the sexy knight.

" gods Rolf please, thou art so deep, suken into me" she moaned into his ear and gasp as he led her tightrer
 
Rolf felt himself edging ever closer to shifting. He wondered now that Beth did not realize that the shaft within her was considerably more magnificent and bestial than that which she had swallowed (to his disbelief; although his spunk had no compunctions against racing down her lovely gullet regardless).

He encountered resistance to his penetration, and held himself there, wonderment filling him that the friend of his youth, against all odds, was his again, but now in a primeval and shockingly satisfyingly libidinous way.

He gave her neck another longing nip, a d then slowly withdrew his weapon, hunching down as he did so to again kiss, suckle and nip her breasts.

Then he was slowly easing himself back into her, groaning as she panted in acceptance.
 
Beth's head was thrownback as she surrendered her body to Rolf her pussy so tight around his cock that seemed to grow thicker and longer with each thrust whuch she could not believe and he washolding himself inside of her deep, his cock stretchung her causing her to tremble with pleasure, she was going to cum, Rolfs cock was so large she was sure she would be somewhat sore tomorrow and she was certain the full length of him wasnt inside of her yet.

She gasped as he slowly eased himself inside of her more and she moaned loudly into the pullow as it filled her. She quivered and squealed as an orgasm she hadnt expected roared through her " Uhhhhh ohhhh" she cried out cumming on the big thick cock.
 
The Princess' profound pleasure and apparent spending of herself on his re-plunging himself into her tight clasping pussy brought him to the crisis point.

His shaft was electric inside her, and he recognized that his climax was all to close; nay, drawn closer yet by her twitches, her sparms, and her breathless paintings so near his cheek and ear. From head to toe, his skin was alive with a million pricks of electricity, the stirrings of a shift in shape dawning....

He looked down through slotted eyelids at the Princess below him, delirious on a cock whose true nature she could not possibly fathom. Quxotically, his mind was thrown back to the very night he and his sisters were changed, and their mother snuffed from their lives.

With a poorly stifled growl, Rolf pulled free of the Princess, his heavy cock reluctantly swinging between his thighs. The Princessay before him panting, her sweet pussy a wanton swamp of desire beckoning to him, her face an intense blend of contentment in her pleasure and expectation of continued delight.

Rolf turned from her suddenly, eyes dangerously ablaze in amber fire, and grabbed for his trousers and tunic, hastily slipping both on, stuttering poorly worded apologies to his erstwhile mate.

"Princess, I should not have sought you out like this! I am.....I can't.....we......."

His trousers on, cock barely confined, his tunic slightly askew, his face a picture of conflict, confusion and other unnamed inner demons, he abruptly went to one knee beside her took her hand in his, gently kissed it, then rose, rushed to the door, unlocked it, and was gone into the night.
 
"Rolf Wai-" she said behind him as she watched him flee like a thief at night from her chambers, he had fled a second time from her in ine night! Had he thought what they had done was a mistake? She thought he had like what she was doing, what they were doing with each other? Perhaps he feared trouble? No that couldn't be it, she thought as she walked closing her chamber door and sliding her gown back on.

The aching between her legs reminder of the aft the two had just done, she had felt so full a moment ago and now she felt empty , alone, abandoned by a man she wanted. She needed to clear her head. She slid open her curtain to peer into the night lost again in her thoughts for a second time.

She gasped swearing she heard three howls in the distance.
 
Rolf lurched through the castle passageways, his head pounding, his manhood still throbbing as it swayed heavily, still damp wih the Princess' spendings within his trousers.

Dimly he was aware of her chamber door closing as he rounded a corner. Fuck! He'd left in such a hurry....

He stopped in the shadows, placing his hand on the wall to steady himself, feeling the shift coming, powerless now to stop it. Must get out of the castle first...

He pushed past a drowzy sentry, who protested mildly, noting it was a recently minted knight probably hungover from the festivities and looking for the nearest safe place to wretch.

He dashed out into the open and finding a castle wall wrapped in shadow, his clothing soon was in ripped shreds and he was bounding over the wall, fierce in his need, his hunger...

He found his sisters waiting, knowing, and he joined them in the night.

Their howls sang out.
 
Beth washed herself off ridding the evidence of what took place in her vhamber and knew she had to get away from the castle a few days, her behavior when Rolf was near had certainly been unladylike and it was like she couldnt control her urges when he neared.

She slept throught the night her dreams filled with recaps of what she and Rolf had done the night before in her chambers and she decided shed take a few days travel to visiting a friend Princess Olivette and her brother Oliver was one of the princes her father had an eye on. She chuckled inwardly knowing Oliver had a thing for lads, so did olivette, noone ekse seemed to catch on but if she were forced to wed a prince shed choose him because of lack of interest in bedding her.

Her handmaid packed four oufits for her visit and someknoghtwear and she heard her father summon for knights didnt know what knights would be traveliing with her. In her Carriage was lead of the knights Charles and in the carriage behind she saw James, Henry , and A glimpse of Rolf though she glanced away quickly.

She thought she was getting space but this trip would be a little more difficult than she had imagined.
 
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Rolf sighed as the carriage rolled and creaked along the King's Highway off into the countryside. He was a bit put off with the assignment to accompany the Princess on her royal jaunt. It was one thing to put up with the pageantry of a royal retinue in travel, what with the baggage, attendants and the spectacle drawing attention all along the way. But to be in the guard to the Princess, a mere carriage's distance away, and having to avoid her as much as possible for fear of subjecting her royal person to a fate such as his? Inconceivable! He thought of Sir Charles sitting in her carriage enviously and piteously at the same time. Envious that it was not himself there in Charles' place; piteous that one could be so close to paradise yet so unable to bask in it.

Rolf imagined it were the princess sitting here in this carriage, with he, Sir Henry and Sir James. He pictured the Princess across from him, regarding him in interest coquettishely with her 'come fuck me' eyes. He imagined himself struggling to maintain a disinterested professional alertness, and failing miserably. He carried the fantasy further, of the Princess rising from her seat and stepping to him, standing astride his lap, lifting the frilly hem of her royal dress, and settling herself down upon him as they both gasp in pleasure at their coupling as Sir James and Sir Henry look upon them in amazement, and the countryside rolls by outside the carriage windows.

Rolf shook himself, realized he needed to adjust his trousers, and turned to stare out the window. He could still taste the princess.....
 
Elisabeth tried hard to keep her mind from wandering to her activities with Rolf last niggt but the phantom ache in her pussy and thoughts of him doing what they did again, filling her, the grunts and growls of desire that only fueled her wetness, she felt her nipples harden and breath increase somewhat.

'Christ Elisabeth!' She shouted in her head growing aroused for the other man in the carriage behind her. She got a concerned look from her handmaiden and charles and she assured them she was fine before picking up her tools to basket weave a thing she had learned from her handmaiden and like to practice during journey.

Five hours later, they were at the Gilden kingdom, her handmaiden had nodded off and Charles continued watching her, she asked him to wake the handmaiden and then he stepped out of the carriage first checking the area and then telling the knights to do the same .

Once they were certain it was clear he opened the door , lifted her out , then the handmaiden, and they all escorted her in after she was announced anf she glanced briefly at Rolf their eyes meeting shortly and her body reacting.

She sighed smelling the oils he used, sandalwood, she groaned and was so happy and relieved to see her friends Olivette and Oliver, twins, she greeted them with curtsies and hugs and the three were off to catch up in the royal dining room while the knights followed as everyine was served lunch after the journey and she thanked them for welcoming them.
 
Rolf unfolded himself out of the carriage and saw to his royal livery and gear, making sure everything was in place for what amounted to a minor state visit. Sirs Henry and James did likewise.

Royal courtesies were observed and exchanged, and the Princess' bodyguard made proper deference to their equals in the service of the host.

Sir James made a comment to Sir Henry upon the greetings announced by Prince Oliver and Princess Olivette, a smirking reference to the mounting of olives, as if either of the personages might be welcoming of a well-thrusted 'sword.' Sir Henry, who veritably would fuck anything up to and including the crack of dawn, raised his eyebrows in muted mirth.

Rolf rolled his eyes. Olivette was a handsome woman, but he found it difficult to tear his gaze from his Princess.

Just then she glanced to her retinue of knights, and there eyes met. Damn it! He found himself frozen at her look, until she looked again upon her royal cousins, and he turned aside and cursed himself under his breath for his failure to to be discrete.

When the mention of victuals was made and they entered to eat, Rolf was glad to be hearing from a part of him other than his turgid prick for a change, and he entered with the retinue to address the pressing concerns of his hunger.
 
Elisabeth thanked the staff that served them one things some royals had never done but she respected everyone and she knew how hard they worked. The chef had prepared a tomato soup with cornish hens and roasted potato and beans, everything looked delightful but the seating had her stirring because Rolf was right across from her. She was tempted to tease him beneath the table and she saw her friends concerned she wasn't eating not knowing her mind was on another meat she had wanted to swallow again.

She smiled and took some bread offered to her, biting it and then sipping some soup with and spoon and she was happy to have it hit her near empty stomach sighing at the delightful taste, the chef here had always been magnificent, she missed the cooking of Rolfs mother long ago, The castles new cook was great but noone could prepare meals quite like her.

She ate respectfully and then the three excused themselves along with her handmaiden who had just returned from eating with staff to go show Elisabeth the room she woukd be staying in. She saw Charles finish to follow as well and he instructed The other knights to patrol and enjoy themselves.
 
Rold could scarcely believe the table seating that placed him directly opposite his childhood friend. And bedchamber host so recently.

He forced himself to look elsewhere as he studiously avoided gazing at her unless absolutely necessary. As he made polite conversation with a lady in waiting next to him, his Pincess sat opposite him daintily nibbling a leg of her cornish hen. His mind super-imposed the image of her taking his cock into her throat in her bedchamber, not so daintily.

The whole table glanced at him as he let out an exasperated exhalation as he dropped his piece of foul abruptly on his plate. "I beg your pardon, all, Princes and Princesses" he said, and then reached for his flagon of wine.

Well, that was graceful.

When they all rose from table,. his fellow knights informed him that the knights of their host had invited them to falconry if they had their leisure.
 
Olivette got her into her guest chambers and she loved the room a blit smaller rhan she was used to she appreciated the hospitality of the kingdom. She saw how Rolf glanced at her during lunch and she found herself daydreaming and hear a throat clear vehind her seeing a smirking Olivette.

"I wonder what is in your thoughts Elisabeth, has it something to do with that new handsome knight?"

Elisabeth blushed deeply and her friend could not help but cackle with laughter. She sighed and shooke her head at her friend and went to sit on the bed.

" Easy Elisabeth, I am just jesting but it appears some of that statement may be true, the lad nearly dropoed his whole meal when sitting across from you! " she grinned and sat next to her on the bed " He reminds me of the poor lad we played with long ago".

Elisabeth sighed " Do not jest Liv! My knights are very loyal and very tending to me is all" she said trying to stop her friends meddling and Olivette only laughed probably noting how the two looked at each other when noone was looking, her friend tended to have a third eye for these things.

" And what of you a sir Charles Olivette? " she teased back knowing her friend had a thing for the knight who rid in her carriage, she had caught them kissing but she never spoke of it, Charles was a good friend and knight to her and what he and olivette did was their business .

Olivettte blushed as well and laughed " These knights will be the trouble of us friend"

Elisabeth laughed and nodded in agreement laughing.
 
It was a pleasant day to be in the meadows. The finery of the banquet hall had been put aside, and the assembled knights milled about in small clusters while the master falconer kept a watchful eye on the lads.

Lads not that they were boys, but that he was ancient. Once a reknowned lanceman (in the saddle; word among the kitchenwomen was that he was still a master lance in the sheets), he'd lost his left leg below the knee in the decades-past border skirmishes. Apparently his services (of one sort or another) were still deemed valuable enough for various nobles to lobby the king to have him keep the birds of prey.

He hobbled quite capably over to James, and took the hooded hawk off of his glove. "There, now, lad, ye best mind how ye handle these birds. They can be unpredictable. I daresay., howe'er, not nearly as unpredictable as the fairer sex."

The knights within earshot laughed uncomfortably. They were not necessarily naive, but nowhere near the falconer in acquired wisdom.

Sir Max, the gregarious knight who had invited Rolf, James, Charles and Henry to the meadows, nudged Rolf conspiratorially "These birds are not nearly so beautiful either, aye, Sir Rolf?"

Rolf just sighed and adjusted the fittings on the goshawk perched on his own glove.

Max, nonplussed at Rolf's stoicism, pressed further. "Come now, you are new to knighthood...are you not experiencing the increased looks of every kitchen wench and barmaid? And then the Ladies... 'tis good to be a knight!"

Rolf shrugged noncommittaly, quite aware of attention bestowed upon himself in his recent knighthood. "Charles certainly doesn't have his mind on these birds." Rolf ventured.

"Aye, Sir Rolf. Your captain Sir Charles would, I wager, that he were a vital element in a bonding matrimony twixt the two realms.. Certainly your Princess would be the crowning plume in any man's cap."

Rolf again found himself unable to speak,. and Max chuckled, winked at him, and stepped off to see to Sir Henry's falcon.

Rolf looked longingly at the distant treeline, then at the nearby castle, and wished he could stretch his legs.

An hour later, by common consent, the falconery was concluded and the knights ambled down to the alehouse.
 
Beth looked over at the treeline from her view, this kindogom was quite beautiful, and the grottos and meadows the had were quite magical, she had loved nature and was told w
She was welcome to roam the ground undisturbed , anyone to bother her would be dealt with ans she knew they kept to their promise as King Gerald being a strict ruler.

She wore a long gown and strolled the castle noddding to passing servants and roamed the large grounds. She noticed her knights returning on horseback from wherever they had benn and for the few hours and she made her way to the castle pond sitting on the edge of the forest near the water leaning back admiring the deepening sky and she noticed soon it would be nightfall and she still couldnt get her head clear.

What didnt Rolf want to tell her? What was he afraid of?

He feet ached and she made her way back to the inside of the castle to clean off frommthe mud near the lake. Dinner was served and everyone was off to bed after ward becsue of the speeches and day they would have tomorrow.

Beth couodnt clear her mind , or get comfortable, she needed some space alone, some air, so she got dressed and wanted to head into the village to see, this village was a bit rougher than hers but she had picked uonsome skills frommknightly fighting and though she could efend herself well enought despite her height.

She was halfway in when she saw some pirates heading past the castle and tried to avoid them but they stopped her.

" Well well well, youse a pretty little handmaiden aint you, you must steal some fine products, you smell of royal perfumes and ashes dear, you stealing the princess things im sure you can still a few things for me as well huh? My boys and i needs a sea wench and you look perfect the larger man said with a grin rubbing his hand acoss her chest.

" Unhand me.! Have you no manners for a lady? You can find a wench at the tavern, i wish not to be with you!" Beth said stepping back from the man.

The pirate laughed and said " Tire her up boys, i like them with fight,Well break this one in and teach her some real things on board, give her some sea legs!" He said

Beth screamed trying tomrun but was quickly caught and bound and gagged and wondered hiw she woukd be getting herself out of this!
 
Rolf watched with amusement at the alehouse as his fellow knights quickly fell prey to general drunkenness.

Not a few barmaids were pinches or slapped in delicate places as speech slured, feet staggered, and darts flew wide of their mark against the walls.

Rolf had an unnatural ability to quaff ale and yet retain his wits, though he often declined to display it. He found it easier to pace his drinking as a means to explain his failure to betray drunkenness rather than to swallow steins full of ale and yet find the bullseye consistently.

The hours had passed since the falconry. Night was falling. He stepped out to the alley to relieve himself, playfully demurring the assistance of the young barmaid in doing so.

As he buttoned himself back up and stepped back toward the open street, he saw his fair lady stepping tentatively through the streets. She'd made a decent attempt at masking her identity, but oh...(he shook his head ruefully) the danger she was placing herself in.

He knew he couldn't bring James, Henry and Charles into knowledge of her incognito trek as she would not want the undue attention. He determined to follow her and if appropriate accompany her, but....

Too late he saw the band of buccaneers cross her path and accost her. He growled audibly at once, recognizing by their very sight that no good could come of them. His ears lay flat as he saw her apparently try to argue her way out of their attention, to no avail.

From a very dark and vicious place within him, he was tempted to give in to the red cloud threatening to descend upon his vision and attack. No....not the place...too many eyes would see...must not shift here....

He growled more as she was trussed, covered in an old cloak, and the band staggered off toward the wharf with their captive bound, gagged, and disguised as if she were a drunken pirate sod.

Rolf slunk off in the shadow, tracking them as tightly as he could without drawing their attention.

When he saw them tramp down the dock toward a two-mast schooner where it slumped in the dark water of the wharf, he was already padding on four feet, eyes ablaze in brilliant amber, a massive, muscled hoary beast of legendary proportions. A product of centuries of dark legend salted with ancient noble blood most tragic, but entirely deadly.....
 
Elisabeth was miffed at the situation she was in! She could not believe her terrible luck, one moment arguing with the pirates the next being slung over ones lap and her bottommbeing findled as they rod on horseback humiliating her.

She had to think quick they were almost near the pier, the werent smart enough to cover her eyes. She saw a blade at the waist of the bandits lap she was across and she noticed this horse was scred of most things when they mounted it, it wouldnt be easy to scare it and she worked the tie off of her lios kicking the side of the horse and yelling " hyah" startling the horse throught the silence and making it throw them off into the dirt.

They both hit the ground with a hard thud her hurting and the man holding her knocked unconcious from the impact on the hard dirt road. She crawled over quickly grabbing the blade with bound hands and cutting herself free, hurriedly and nicking herslf seeing the horses ahead of them heading back her way with the empty horse.

She grabbed the blade and took off running tears filling her eyes, she was miles from the Castle she visited now and she knew he would never take off alone again , she justnwanted to return safely and ran into the wood sobbing thinking she would be safe if she hid there, mayher the would give up search.

She climbed a tree hokding the blade and held back sobs pryaing the men wpuld give up search she knew how pirates used unwilling women for their sexual nneds and fun and she did not plan on being one of them.
 
He was easily pacing the mounted party, lips drawn back, mouth open, panting slightly with the relatively easy pace. His coat melted into the dark blackness of the night. Had any of them turned to glance backward, they might have seen the twin amber firepoints of his eyes.

The captive suddenly was sliding off of the horseback, dragging the captor rider along with. Somehow the other riders rode on some distance without noticing.

He increased his pace, trotting along more rapidly, tongue now protruding in bloodlust anticipation. Before he could close he saw her struggle then rise, blade in hand, and jump off the road into the wood. Even so, the riders had turned and were returning as the skittish mount raced paced them in the direction of the wharf.

The mounted party was a confusion of shouts, quesitons, and general disorganization. When the huge furry mass bolted in amongst them, knocked the leader off of his horse and dragged him into the wood opposite, it was difficult to understand what had happened. His shouts as he was drug into the darkness were still masked by their confused noise as they wondered what had happened to their unconscious raiding party member and where could their quarry be. The piercing scream from off the road froze them quietly in their tracks. Then there was silence as they stared, open-mouthed into the wood.

One of them ordered two more of the party into the wood to seek out what had happened. The remainder waited on the road, looking about nervously, unsure of what to do. Another piercing scream followed by a second scream followed by one of the two returning frantically from the wood, gibbering unintelligbly.

As the remaining pirates argued with each other about who would do what, they had rather forgotten about their captive and her fate. Some where immediately clambering to proceed down the road and forget about those who had disappeared, while a few brave souls still argued for sending a larger party into the wood. At last a group of five waded into the darkness, shoulder to shoulder. Four remained on the road, clutching a torch. Moments later, multiple screams from the wood, and three of the pirates frantically piled out of the dark wood, jumped on horseback, and took off down the road. The four still on the road, followed quickly on their heels. No thought of their captive now.
 
Elisabeth held her breath hearing piercing blood curling screams. She hadnt known what was happening but she feared she was next and she wouldnt go down without a fight she was very bullheaded when she needed to be.

She shook with fear and adrenaline and felt hot tears streaming down her face. The later ot got the harder it got for her to see her way in the dark wood. She heard retreating gallops from men on horses and gripped the tree she sat holding the tree trunk holding it and growing cold.

If something happened to her who would explain it to her father? The knights had been drunk on ale and asleep , she hadnt told Oliver or Olivette , she hadnt told Rolf wanting space to think and alone and this is the predicament she had gotten into and she scolded herself and prayed staying quiet until she was sure itnwas safe enough to climb from the tree and holding onto the blade.
 
After the pirate party retreated, a shambles of its former state, the dark wood was more or less silent, but for dragging sounds in the brush lining the road and the deeper wood.

A keen eye and ear might have detected thereafter a steady and stealthy pacing search of the wood carefully approaching the tree which Elisabeth had refuge in. The searching presence easily found the feminine trail sown in fear, courage, adrenaline of bold action, and stood at a distance, circling outward from the tree to a broad distance.

Several minutes later, Rolf called out to the princess.

"Elisabeth? Elisabeth? It is I, Rolf. You are in no danger any longer."

Rolf stepped carefully out of the wood to the tree she was in, naked as the day he was born.

"Princess, you must forgive me my state of dress. I assure you, you are safe now."
 
Elisabeth sniffled a paused hearing the voice in the darkness. Rolf? How had he found her?How did he-? She stopped the questions and she climbed down the tree quickly and hugged Rolf crying and kissed him.

She blushed not realizing he was naked , where had his clothing been? It was cold out, but she felt her body growing heated being close to him like this. She had to chuckle at the situation, her in tattered rags and him naked, how would they explain it to the castle?

" Where is your clothing?" she asked slightly amused and curious. She gasped at the gash she had given herself by accident that stung slightly. She needed to get water on it. She slipped off part of her skirt so Rolf could cover up some and she took his hand leading him toward the stream.
 
Rolf held her tight, relieved that she released her fear so readily in his presence. Her questioning look worried him....he had few answers ready. He'd been forced to act first without thought for later explanation.

Her bloody gash worried him, and at once aroused something deep within him. He struggled for control as she led him to the stream, somewhat covered in his nakedness by her scrap of clothing.

He was aroused in his member in response to her own physical arousal. He whimpered slightly, fearful somehow at what was to come.
 
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Beth was silent for a moment. She undressed once they got to the river, it was late night noone would see them, she needed to get clean and so did he, he was covered in dirt and something red she wwasnt sure what it was but they needed to get clean and back to the castle unnoticed.

She knew he was watching her and he came over to her helping her clean her cut but she also couldn't help but notice he was hard. He had cleaned and wrapped the gash and she looked up and leaned in kissing him , she was a little hurt from last time but she also couldnt stop thinking about him.

She sighed and leaned kissinghim softly " Thank you Rolf.. If you didnt find me..- I-I dont know what would have happened ..." she said trailing off
 
He answered her kiss with his own yearning, his tongue delving into her lush receiving mouth. He broke the kiss even as his stiffness nudged at her abdomen and his hands reached each to seize a globe of her ass. He crushed her to him.

"Princess, these adventurous nighttime forays of yours.... what am I to do with you?"
 
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