Chosen By The Prince (11 page)

"Jillian, I know you don't remember me, but I am here to take care of you. Alright?"

She nodded. He closed his eyes and pulled her closer.
 

"I promise, love. Do you remember the castle at all?"

She looked up at him, frowning. Her hand cupped her temple.

"Hush, it's alright. That's where you live. With me. We'll go back there soon and then you'll see."

She just stared at him. Eventually she fell asleep in his arms. The Nuns kept peeking in the room and trying to make him leave but he waved them off. He wasn't going anywhere.

In the morning he was there when she woke up. She watched him curiously as he washed up and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
 

"We are going home today, Jillian."

She just stared at him. He left to give the guards his instructions. They were to remain out of sight at all times. Several were sent ahead to arrange for every guard at the palace to swap their uniforms for casual clothes. They would still be there, but nothing would trigger her memory of the attack.

Once again he joined the nuns for breakfast, this time sitting beside her. After the meal the nuns gathered to say goodbye. Many of them were tearing up. She would be missed.

"Take care of her, your Highness."

Jillian's eyes snapped to his face momentarily. Her hand lifted to her throat, as if she felt her collar again. He thought he saw a glimmer of recognition... then the dreamy blank look came over her face again. He lifted her to his horse and mounted behind her, pulling her back into his arms.

They rode slowly, barely above a walk. He wanted to enjoy the time alone and having her pressed into his arms. The ride would give them time to get reacquainted. And since his guards had rode ahead and cleared the roads and the woods, he could conceivably make love to her at any time. He was in a near constant state of arousal since they'd been reunited. Holding her exquisite body between his legs was driving him slowly insane.

The Prince forced himself to relax, hoping she would sense it and lean into his shoulder. It seemed to work. Her head was soon cradled in the crook of his shoulder. He let his hands move up and over her back. She wiggled a bit, clearly enjoying his touch. He held his breath and let his hands slide to her front, caressing the side of her breast.

She sighed deeply. He almost tasted his relief. She wasn't fearful of his touch. Slowly he moved his hand so that it circled over her nipple. She sighed again and arched her back, pressing her breast into his hand.

He chuckled, his fingers busying themselves with her nipples, playing with her breasts through her shirt. He was getting hard but she didn't seem to mind his arousal pressing against her bottom.

He held his breath and let his hand slip between her legs. He did nothing for a while, just let it sit there, pressing gently into her juncture. Her hips started to rock against his hand and he moaned, losing control. He lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply. She responded to him warmly. She opened her mouth under the gentle pressure but did not press her tongue into his as she used to. Perhaps she had forgotten how to kiss...

His fingers swept down and pulled her dress up to the top of her thighs. Gently, he pulled one of her knees up toward the horses neck, spreading her thighs open. One hand held her thigh while his other snaked up to her cleft. He moaned into her neck, feeling her tight slit, now covered in soft curls.

He stroked her gently for a while, finally slipping a finger in between her plump little lips. Her head fell back as he worked his finger into her sweetness again and again. He played with her endlessly, finally bringing his other hand from around her narrow waist to her tender jewel. He alternated between circling her sweet little clit and toying with her breasts, keeping her aroused for an hour or more, always on the brink of climax.

He rejoiced in the soft sweet sounds of pleasure she was making. His engorged manhood felt like it would burst but he would not take her like a peasant by the road. This was about her, about prolonging her pleasure. In fact, he planned to spend the next week seeing that she was thoroughly satisfied as frequently as possible. No, the next
year.

Finally he took pity on her frantic arousal. He pressed his face to her ear, whispering nonsense love words to her softly. All of his fingers were on her cleft now, one finger plunging in and out of her sweet well while another strummed her jewel rapidly. He felt her walls convulsing on his finger as her body arched in his arms. He murmured his encouragement as she shuddered, not stopping until he was sure she could not sustain her peak a moment longer.

He pulled her tighter against him as she trembled, tiny aftershocks of pleasure rolling through her body. She stared at him shyly, then rubbed her cheek into his shoulder. He chuckled and closed his eyes, willing his erection to dissipate. Slowly it settled down to half mast. It would have to do. He'd been chaste for so long. Too long.

They rode for another hour before the castle came into view. As ordered, the area was clear of guards. Of anyone really. The whole valley appeared to be deserted. It couldn't have been easy to do but as long as his precious girl wasn't frightened, he didn't care.

They rode into the bailey and he slid off his horse, pulling Jillian down into his arms. Then they walked through the castle. She barely looked around her. Perhaps it was familiar on some level after all. He escorted her to her chamber and took his leave as her maids cooed over her affectionately. They'd missed her as well.

She looked back at him and he closed the door. He was sorely tempted to stay and make love to her. But he was hoping the maids would help her remember. Not to mention that he needed a bath himself.

An hour later he was back to collect his Sofriquette for dinner. It was the first time they'd completed the ritual in almost seven months. He found himself nervous. He couldn't stop worrying about other people in the castle frightening her, or how she would react to him later in bed.

He knocked and opened the for to her chamber. Her maids kneeled immediately but she wasn't waiting with them. Jillian was staring into the mirror, tilting her head, her hand on the new collar they'd made for her. It wasn't jewel encrusted like the other ones she used to wear. There hadn't been time to make an ornate collar evidently. But they would remedy that tomorrow.
 

Her body looked beautiful in the soft silk amber colored gown she wore. But when she turned, he had trouble catching his breath. Somehow the changes in her over their separation had made her even more lovely. Her shorter hair curled around her face, making her kohl rimmed eyes seem even larger. The innocence in her gaze made her wide set eyes sparkle brilliantly. Her heart shaped face was sweeter than he remembered, set off by the subtle makeup and topaz jewels she wore.

He held his hand out and she walk forward, looking down shyly. He pulled out the gold chain and hesitated briefly before slipping the clasp onto the small circle in her collar. She was his. No one would doubt it after seeing them this way, least of all themselves.

She looked up at him, her mouth parting slightly. He stroked her cheek.

"Was there any trouble?"

"No, your highness. In fact, she went through the motions without any prompting."

He looked questioningly at her maid, Claire.

"Her body remembers."

He felt his groin tightening as he looked down into his pet's eyes. Her body remembered... they would see if that was true later tonight.

He sat eating with his parents, watching as Jillian was reunited with Sephina. He wondered briefly if anyone had thought to warn her about the changes in the younger Sofriquette. Sephina was nothing if not perceptive. He hoped she would help her... help her to heal.
 

Sephina looked at him briefly, a sad look in her eyes. It was hard to see Jillian this way, he knew. She was so bright and opinionated, even as his servant. He eyed the wine they were pressing on her. He decided to tell the powers that be that he wanted them to remove the contraceptive from it. The thought of his Sofriquette's belly swelling with his child suddenly made him feel very warm.

"How is she, son?"

His mother had taken a strong interest in the girl, particularly now that he'd refused to marry.
 

"It's too soon to tell but I think she remembers some things."

She nodded.
 

"Yes, that makes sense. I spoke to the doctor and he assured me that these things can take months or years to remedy. The brain heals slower than other parts of the body. And it can heal. Not always, and not entirely, but it can."

She laid her hand on his reassuringly. He smiled at her.

"Thank you, mother."

He looked back to the small table where the two women sat. Sephina's plate was empty but there was a small chocolate cake in front of Jillian. That was odd, they didn't often serve the Sofriquette's more than a small meal. He watched as the older woman encouraged Jillian to eat. She hesitantly picked up her fork and ate a bite. Then another. Slowly she made her way through the cake. She kept offering to share it but the older woman shook her head every time.

He sipped his wine, attempting to look away for a little while. He knew he was being obvious about where his attention was. Everyone in the room was probably aware of how much he anticipated the end of the meal. Finally he decided he had sufficiently diverted his attention. When he looked back, his mouth opened in surprise.

Something strange was happening to his love.

Jillian's eyes were closed and her body was rocking in the chair. Her head fell back and she lifted her hand to her collar.

They must have given her something.
Something strong.

Sephina looked at him now, openly alarmed. He stood abruptly.

"Mother, father, please excuse me."

He felt himself rushing to her side. Jillian's eyes were closed as he looked at Sephina questioningly.

"They must have given her too much- or she's reacting differently since the accident. I don't know..."

She didn't have to say what they'd given her too much of. He knew.
The aphrodisiac.

He smiled at her tight lipped and pulled Jillian to her feet by her arm. Then he escorted her from the room. Escorted was the wrong word. He
dragged
her.

He knew everyone was staring at them. Jillian always attracted stares with her beauty so provocatively displayed. But right now she was drugged, her body screaming out to be made love to. In her fragile state she had no pretense, no ability to conceal her reactions. Anyone who looked at her at this moment would know that she was primed for one thing: to be taken.

They practically ran through the castle to her chamber. Once inside he released her arm and stared at her, breathing heavily. She was also panting, her chest heaving as she stared at him. She was utterly confused by what was happening to her, he could tell. She grasped the collar around her neck and wrapped her other arm around her middle, moaning.

He crossed the room to her in an instant. She was staring up at him, confused by the feelings coursing through her body.

"Shhhhh... it's alright my love. I will take care of you."

He cursed, wondering why the chefs had done this. Obviously they wanted him to enjoy his reunion with his Sofriquette, but at what expense? He reached down and caressed her breasts, making her moan. He quickly removed her dress and picked her up, laying her nude body on the bed. Her maids hadn't bothered with underthings tonight. Apparently everyone had the same idea.

He stood and stripped quickly, his body hard, already responding to the sight of her beautiful body, writhing on the bed. She was rocking her hips and panting, craving a release she didn't know how to ask for.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, sliding his hands up her silky legs to her juncture. He lightly stroked her nether lips, once again bare for his pleasure. They both moaned as he slid a finger inside her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her jewel, flicking rapidly. There was no time for preamble. He wanted nothing more than to soothe her need.

He wondered if it would be enough. If the drugs would wear off if he could bring her to climax. He didn't have long to wait.

His tongue lapped at her sweet petals now, his finger strumming against her nub. Her hips were flexing off the bed. She did nothing to hide her arousal. She was much more raw than ever before, nakedly hungry for his attentions. He gave them to her with all the skill he could muster, plunging his tongue in and out of her tight slit.

Then he felt her convulsing. Sweet sounds of pleasure greeted him as he continued his task, not stopping until he was sure she could not climax any longer. She was breathing heavily as he sat up, his hands on her thighs. He watched as she started to writhe again, the desire once again rising in her. She'd gotten less than a few moments of respite...
 

The Prince had planned to make love to her slowly, seeing to her pleasure again and again before taking his own. He saw now that it would be impossible. She didn't want his gentle teasing tonight. She needed to be taken. He wanted to take her. He growled and gave into his desire.

He held his throbbing member, edging it forward until it pressed against her slick nether lips. He braced himself on his forearms as he pushed inside her. She was nearly as tight as she'd been the first time, snuggly holding him in her tight sheath. She clenched around him, already starting to press her mound into him. He wasn't even fully embedded yet but the urge to plunge into her wildly was rising in him.

She whimpered and he realized that she wanted the same thing. This was a mating, pure and simple. He groaned and unleashed his lust, sliding home and then swiftly withdrawing, again and again. He pounded his stiff shaft into her willing body over and over, both of them crying out wordlessly as he brought her to another orgasm.

Her body shuddered beneath him and he lost control. His hips jerked as his seed filled her body, more than ever before. He'd been celibate the entire period of her absence, not even pleasuring himself as he'd used to. He'd only found release in dreams, like a green boy. And now she was the receptacle of all that pent up energy. He felt white hot pleasure as he released his essence into her endlessly.