The Young Apprentice (closed for AugMilf)

Arielle nodded and watched Bernart leave. She sat down on the bed of seaweed and thought about all that had transpired. Suddenly she stood and walked outside the house. She listened carefully and determined where Bernart was burying the men who had tried to kill her. Marching up to him, she snatched the shovel from his hand and started digging. No words were spoken as she struggled to dig in the sand. But her sheer determination persevered and finally she had buried the hateful men. She wiped her brow on her sleeve and handed the shovel back to Bernart. A slight smile spread on her face as she headed back to the house. By the time she found her seaweed bed again, she could hardly walk another step. She peeled off her dress and collapsed into the bed and a fitful sleep filled with villains trying to kill her and her ruggedly handsome guardian protecting her. She awoke in a sweat and with a jump at the end of one such dream. She thought about Bernart and his ever present smile. She wondered what plans he had for her today.
 
Bernart was thoroughly impressed by Arielle's willingness to do her part to bury the dead attackers, especially since he never asked her. He was shaking his head each time he looked her way through the darkness and the flicker of the flames from the torch.

When he finally got into bed that night, he looked at her sleeping across the room, still not believing how his situation changed. As he drifted off to sleep, images of her coming out of the water with droplets falling over the skin of her breasts made him hard instantly, and he turned to look away.

In the morning he was first to wake up, so he headed for the pool. He stripped of his clothes and jumped in the cool water - a ritual he never broke every morning. That time was different however. He couldn't get Arielle out of his mind, and this caused a raging hard on, which prevented him from swimming. Besides his late wife complaining that his cock was too large for her, it was now getting in the way of his morning routine. And just as he came out of the water, his hardness throbbing, he saw Arielle standing at the edge of the pool.

"Good morning!" he said, as if nothing was happening. "Did you sleep well?" he asked as he slowly approached her.
 
Arielle was so tired she found it difficult to sleep but she finally got to sleep late in the night. When she awoke Bernart was not in the house. Arielle thought she would take a morning bath to refreshen herself. She walked to the pool and saw Bernart coming out of the water. He had an enormous erection and Arielle was impressed. She had only seen a couple of manhood members before and they didn't compare to Bernart's. She tried to hide her obvious interest.

"Good morning!" she returned. "I slept hard. Thought I'd take a morning dip to wake up before fixing breakfast. Do I have time?"

Arielle stood facing Bernart and trying to keep her eyes meeting his when she realized she was still in her under dress.
 
Bernart smiled at her, struggling to keep his eyes on hers, realising her under dress barely covered her.

"Of course there is time. All we have here is time!" he said, and made an invitation sign for her to get in the water.

He then turned around and walked back in the water, immediately regretting not taking the chance to escape the tense situation. He couldn't go back on his actions now. When the water passed his waist he jumped in to swim, wondering what she was doing, but not looking back.
 
While Bernart was under the water, Arielle shed her under dress and walked into the water. It was cooler than the afternoon before and she walked slowly adapting to the chill of it. She was just getting used to each step when a new step would take her deeper. As the water met her thighs, she was thankful for the coolness. Seeing Bernart's arousal had generated a warmth between her legs, one she was familiar with and craved more of but she knew there was little chance of in this place and under the orders of the king.

She dove under the water and hoped it would wash away the feelings she was having but to no avail. Her head emerged from the deep and she realized she was closer to Bernart than she had intended.

"Oh, excuse me," she said carefully and then to lighten the mood she splashed a little water in his face and fled. She laughed with exuberance as she tried to escape her guardian.
 
When he emerged from the water he came face to face with Arielle, as she emerged at the same time, almost running into each other. The brief thought of that happening sent a shiver of excitement through his body. When she splashed water in his face a dove away laughing he grunted playfully and dove in after her, catching up in a few strokes and grabbing her foot. He stood and reeled her in like a struggling fish caught in a line.

"You need to be much faster than that!" he said as he pulled her body towards him, unknowingly pushing his cock between her legs.

To make matters worse, as she tried to escape his grasp he wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her towards him by grabbing hold of her breast. He immediately let go of her breast and splashed water into her face to distract her and then dove away in the opposite direction.
 
Arielle was shocked by Bernart's playfulness but didn't miss his hand on her breast or his cock between her legs. She laughed and swam to chase him. When he stopped swimming, she grabbed him by his shoulders and attempted to pull him under the water. Of course, he was much too strong and just stood as she balanced on his shoulders, her tits bobbing just behind his head. With the prolonged exposure, Arielle was suddenly self conscious and let go falling into the water behind Bernart's body.
 
Bernart laughed at her attempt to dunk him in the water, and turned as she let go of him and fell back in. He turned slowly to face her, noticing that the waterline barely covered half of her breasts. She looked slightly embarrassed, so he smiled reassuringly.

"You thought this was going to be a prison!" he said as he came nearer to her, looking into her eyes. "Maybe that's what your father had planned for you," he continued as he placed one finger under her chin and raised her face towards him.

"But you father doesn't know me as well as he things he does. I did vow to not touch a woman, but then he sent his sensuous daughter to me... Tell me, lovely Arielle, what do you want?" he asked and lightly brushed his thumb over her sweet lips.
 
Arielle felt a familiar warmth growing between her legs as Bernart touched her mouth. His words sent her mind soaring with thoughts of what she wanted.

"I want to have fun, and adventures, and loves and I want to be appreciated and adored and made love to. My father doesn't understand. He's too old to remember what it's like to be young and want these things. Even the touch of your hand now has excited me, I must confess," Arielle said.

She closed her eyes a moment as she spoke enjoying his hand and eyes on her.
 
Bernart smiled at her candour, which was highly unexpected. Not what he thought would come from someone who lived her whole life at court.

"All these things you say you want are normal for a girl your age!" he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, his hardness throbbing on her tummy.

"But you are a princess, and that comes with responsibilities..." he continued as he looked down to see her breasts pushing against his chest. "What will you do? All this energy, all this youthful power... Tell me princess... What do you want right now?" He asked as he rubbed the small of her back.
 
Arielle stared at Bernart and a little coy smile came over her face. She bit the inside of her lip and looked up at him.

"I want YOU, Bernart," she whispered, "and I want you to take me here and now."

Her breath was hot against his face and she felt his cock twitch against her stomach. The feelings made her feel alive and enflamed. She began to breathe heavier in his arms. Her red hair clung to her face.

She repeated it when she got no response. "I want YOU!" she said louder.
 
His hand went lower to her sweet ass, and he pulled her upwards toward him, his lips close to hers, but not actually touching.

"You cannot run away from the fire, for it will catch up with you. You cannot stare into the fire, for it will blind you. You must learn to dance with the fire while not getting burnt!" he said and kissed her lips softly.

He then picked her up in his arms and carried her to a large rock on the edge of the pool. The rock was warmed already by the morning sun. He spread her legs and positioned himself between them, his head at the same level as her breasts.

"Can you dance with the fire, Arielle?" he asked and leaned in, kissing her breasts softly, carefully avoiding her nipples. "Any fool can fuck and be fucked. But can you dance with the fire without being burnt?" he asked as his hands caressed her legs, moving ever so close to her pussy, but not touching it.
 
"I..I..I don't think I understand, Bernart. Don't you want me? I think you do," she replied noting his erection.

She also noted it was the biggest thing she had ever imagined and couldn't see how it could fit inside her. But that feeling aside, she burned with desire for him. She stared at him, blinking slowly.

"Bernart..." she let her voice trail off into a breathy whisper.
 
"Oh, there is no question of me not wanting you!" he said as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, his thick cock throbbing hard. "Men cannot hide their desire as well as women can!" he added.

His kisses trailed lower and lower over her tummy, until he finally reached her pussy. His tongue lightly brushed over her pussy lips, moaning deeply.

"If it were up to me, Arielle, I would fuck you so hard right now..." he moaned while his tongue flicked over her clit. "But we cannot do that... We can do other things, however, I will show you..." he continued and began to slowly lick her clit.
 
"Ooohhhh," Arielle moaned and she grabbed at Bernart's shoulders. Never had she experienced such excitement. Throwing her head back in pleasure she gasped and panted as Bernart manipulated her. She moved her hands to his head and ran her fingers through his hair. The feelings grew so intense she thought she might pass out but then she started shuddering and groaning loudly.

"Oh my!" she cried and she grabbed her breast to tug on it. "Oh, Bernart! You're amazing!"
 
His thumb moved to her clit as he looked into her eyes smiling.

"This is what I mean by dancing with fire..." he said, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he playfully twisted one of her nipples.

He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, keeping a steady pressure on her clit. He then lowered his head and began to suck on her nipples one by one, determined to give her an orgasm she would never forget.

"Do you regret coming to me? Will you obey me entirely?" he asked as his mouth returned to her clit.
 
"N..No...Y..Yes..I mean...oh, gracious...you know what I mean."

Arielle could barely form a sentence much less answer Bernart coherently as he suckled her clit. The thought of him continuing what he was doing was more than she could comprehend. She squirmed beneath his tongue. Long gone were the fiery thoughts of the guardsmen and their escapades together.

"Ooooohhhhhh...." she trailed off into moans of ecstasy.
 
Bernart looked at her for a second, smiling with the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, I do, sweet Arielle, I do!" he said and returned to her clit, determined to make her cum so hard that she would barely be able to walk.

His hands grabbed hold of her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples as he sucked and licked with precision and fervour.
 
Arielle had never experienced anything like this. Her body began to convulse and send tremors all over her. Her toes curled as her muscles tightened and relaxed over and again. She squealed with pleasure and grabbed at Bernart's hair then his shoulders then whatever she could reach which happened to be a towel. Her squeals became louder and louder until she finally climaxed like never before.

"OH, BERNART!!" she screamed.

As she came down from the high of the orgasm, she tried to catch her breath. Her breasts heaved with the heavy breaths.

"So THIS is 'dancing with fire'?" she asked when she finally found her voice.
 
He smiled as she came, giving her breast a kiss.

"This is what happens after you dance with fire without being burnt!" he replied with a wink, helping her off the rock when she was ready to come to her senses.

He took her by the hand and walked her slowly to the house, ignoring the fact that they were both naked. No need to worry about clothes when nobody was around.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, his cock still hard and throbbing as they walked being warmed by the rising sun.
 
Arielle felt in a daze as they walked towards the house. She shook her head as they stepped, not in answer to his question but in shock of what had transpired.

"Wh..what?? Oh yes, I'm hungry.." Arielle stumbled through her words as she noticed Bernart's giant erection again.

She bit her lip and averted her eyes or tried to, at least.

"Shall I make breakfast?" she asked.
 
Bernart looked at her with surprise on his face.

"You make breakfast? Have you every done that??" he asked, knowing how much royals expected their servants to take care of everything for them.

"I will get some milk!" he said with a smile and then opened the trapdoor to go down below where it was cold.

He cut some cheese from the cellar and brought it back up along with some dried fruits and nuts. As he re-emerged from the cellar, his cock was still hard, throbbing in her view.

"I can see you're intrigued!" he said to her, pointing to his cock. "Have you ever touched one?" he asked
 
"I didn't mean to stare," Arielle said. "I've just never seen one undressed. I've touched one but certainly not so massive."

She blushed with her confession and turned away for a moment. Then her curiosity got the best of her and she turned to face Bernart again.

"Could I touch it?" she asked trying not to sound as desperate as she felt.
 
Bernart smiled at her interest, leaning in to give her a kiss.

"Yes, of course you can!" he said, his hands briefly cupping her breasts, giving them a squeeze.

"Get on your knees and look at it for a bit before you take it in your hands and caress it!" he said. "Tell me how it feels to look at it and touch it!"
 
Arielle stared at Bernart a moment and then moved closer to him before falling to her knees. She looked up to him for approval before she began examining the enormous cock. It was twitching in front of her. Arielle bit her lip and slowly raised her hands to gently touch him. She moved the shaft gingerly and kept looking up to Bernart for indicators of approval. She cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand. She fingered the mushroom head and noticed the drop of moisture there. She spread it with her finger over the head of his cock as she drew very close to him.

"I..I..I've always wanted to taste one. Yours looks amazing and I'd like to taste it, Bernart. Could I?" she asked quietly.

Her excitement was building and she clasped Bernart's cock in both hands, loving the feel of it, wanting more of it but unsure what to do without his permission. She looked up at him and leaned forward to touch his legs with her breasts.
 
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