The Princess and the Huntsman (17 page)
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Authors: Patricia Green
He smiled at her as she approached. Gammon’s smile was beautiful and full of happiness. His brown hair was a bit less shaggy than it had been when he was Tom Huntsman, but his blue eyes held the same twinkle. A twinkle meant just for her.
Shivers rolled over her skin, the kind of shivers that said that here was a promise of goodness, fated by the gods but made manifest by none other than Gammon and Brandywyn.
Finally, she was next to him and they knelt before the two priests—one from Ring and one from Carlisle. The incantations were lengthy, but Brandywyn heard little over the roaring in her ears. She was so excited she thought she might faint, but one look at Gammon’s handsome face kept her steady, and his hand holding hers would never fail to catch her should she wobble.
The vows themselves were simple, and very much like those they had said in the village, save one thing.
“Brandywyn, do you agree to be Gammon’s helpmate as the ruler of your combined kingdoms? Will you treat Carlisle’s people as your own?”
“I shall, sir.”
“And Gammon, do you agree to help Brandywyn rule with grace, dignity, and compassion as your princess and a princess of both kingdoms?”
“I shall.”
“Very well.” He touched his thumb to each of their foreheads. “You are married.”
Holding hands, Brandywyn and Gammon raced out of the temple, laughing as the people threw tiny purple pinwheel flower seeds at them, raining a lucky color upon them as they hurried outside. Gammon stopped her for a very dramatic kiss before the people, and the crowd went wild with joyous cries and shouts of congratulations.
There was a big feast after the ceremony, with many dignitaries in attendance. All means of savory and sweet dishes were served, along with copious quantities of wine and ale.
Brandywyn enjoyed spending time at table with Gammon’s parents and younger brother. They were good people, salty and earthy, as Gammon had said. They hugged her and kissed her cheeks, accepting her into their family with enthusiasm. Gammon’s mother even whispered in Brandywyn’s ear, “He’s been waiting for you since you were a little girl, Brandywyn. Even he did not realize it, but I did.”
Delighted with the secret, Brandywyn gave her new mother-in-law a particularly big hug and her husband a particularly big smile.
Later that night, they retired to Gammon’s familiar guest suite, but it had been redecorated to suit a royal couple rather than a bachelor prince. The furnishings were of rich, brown hardwood, accented with gold foil vines. The tables and chairs were of the latest design, elegant and yet sturdy. Even the bed had changed into a grand, enormous featherbed with matching blue coverlets with gold embroidery and navy blue satin bed curtains with the coat of arms of Carlisle upon them.
In a way, Brandywyn missed the old room, for she had enjoyed their play there, but this was a beautiful and elegant space, and she was truly less interested in the furnishings. Gammon held her attention much more.
They shared a glass of wine, quiet and contemplative as they sat together, with Brandywyn on Gammon’s lap. Soon, however, the servants came in to undress them and prepare them for bed. Brandywyn allowed Tarntra to unlace her bodice, but insisted on doing the rest herself. She intended to tease Gammon with a wriggling revelation, one garment at a time.
Gammon was all for it, and also insisted on preparing himself for bed. The royal valet pulled off Gammon’s thigh-high boots and that was all.
Ever so slowly, Gammon watched Brandywyn as she removed her clothing. One piece at a time, tossed all over the room, festooned tables, chairs, even a candle stand. Fortunately, there were no lit tapers there! When she had gotten down to her chemise, Gammon stopped her.
“Let me take it off you, Brandywyn. Let me reveal your beauty as I would reveal a fine painting to discerning connoisseurs. For I am the connoisseur of Brandywyn of Carlisle, and forever shall be.”
How could she resist such a pretty speech? Brandywyn wriggled seductively as he lifted the chemise from her body. Her nipples tightened as the cool air touched them, but her sex was hot and moist. Brandywyn smiled at her husband, secure in his love.
It took only a few minutes for Gammon to remove his own garments, minutes that Brandywyn counted like hours, for she wanted to touch him, taste him, remind herself of every tantalizing inch of him.
Once he was as naked as she, she ran to him, reaching between their pressed bodies to hold his rod. Her hand worked upon it, and though it was hard already, it grew harder and bolder yet. Gammon groaned with the pleasure and took her nipples to task for teasing him. He tested their texture in his fingers, rolling and lightly pulling on them until Brandywyn moaned as loudly as he had.
Letting go of her breasts, Gammon reached into her hair and let the golden mass down, strewing pins all over the floor. Brandywyn didn’t care about the pins, especially when he took a handful of her hair and tugged her face into the proper position for a long, drawn-out kiss.
“I can hardly wait for you, my love,” he whispered as they broke. “If you keep stroking me like that, I shall prove it.”
Brandywyn giggled and let him go with a long stroke as she stepped back and turned. “Catch me, first!”
She led him a merry chase all over the suite, through the day room, into their dressing rooms, all over the bedroom, at which time he carefully tackled her onto the bed, giving her rump a hearty smack when they landed there together in a heap.
Brandywyn yelped, but some pixie in her also wriggled her behind, teasing him to try more than one spank. Gammon did not disappoint her. He pressed her down into the bed and rose to his knees to spank her in earnest.
Although she yelped with each spank, she also felt herself loosen with every spiky moment. With each prick of pain there was a corresponding throb of pleasure, until she was nearly beside herself with desire.
He continued spanking her. “Your bottom is not nearly red enough, Brandywyn,” he told her, though his spanks were not as rough as for a punishment. “We must try harder.”
Spanking her playfully, he commanded, “Get red, bottom! Your master commands you!”
Brandywyn giggled uncontrollably, and finally the spanking stopped. She was practically in tears from laughter when Gammon rolled her over on her back and pressed her down with his body. “Ah, the maid laughs at my attempts to discipline her! What can I do to make her see my serious intent?”
“Kiss me?”
He appeared to consider this with mock sincerity. “Mayhap a kiss will show her the mastery of my ways.”
Gammon’s lips descended on hers, making her toes curl as her breasts pressed against his chest and her belly ached with his prick hard against it. Moaning into his mouth, she grasped his bottom and squeezed.
“How now, wife?” he said with a grin. “You abuse my person as well? Have you no respect for me?”
Breathless, Brandywyn shook her head playfully.
“Ah! What a trial you are! I think I shall have to punish you further.”
“Punish me with a steely rod then, my prince.”
He wriggled against her. “This steely rod?”
“Aye, that one.”
“Very well.” Gammon climbed up further in the bed and lay on his back. “Ride and show me your horsemanship, woman.”
Brandywyn was not about to resist such an invitation. She took a position straddling his hips and bent over his body, teasing him with her nipples on his chest, squirming against him until he slapped her bottom again.
“Ride!”
“Aye, master, my commander,” she said, giggling.
It took her a nonce to poise herself above his eager prick and slowly, so very slowly, lower herself down upon him. He let out a breath of passion as she slid him all the way home. “Aye, sweeting. That is the way.”
Rocking, she pressed him in and out, sliding his rod deep in her slippery channel.
Gammon reached up and played with her nipples, pulling them until she moaned. When he was finished with her nipples, he reached down to her swollen nubbin and stroked with his thumb. Brandywyn went wild. The pleasure was so great, she felt like she was expanding, expanding to encase them both in sweet delight. She neared the bursting point, and his groans and the rise of his hips beneath her, shoving himself ever deeper, made her reach for the peak. All of a sudden, exactly when she strove for the highest point in her desire, her expanding bubble burst and pleasure coursed through her veins like a storm-swollen river. Brandywyn cried out, calling Gammon’s name.
The peak lasted a long time, but eventually, she started the descent back to reality. And during that decline, she felt Gammon go stiff and his love pour into her warm glove.
Once she was sure he had had his pleasure, she collapsed upon him, pressing her face into his shoulder, enjoying the scent of his clean sweat and lingering scent of their lovemaking. It was their scent, their scent together.
Brandywyn reluctantly let him loose from her body and lay down beside him, holding him tightly.
“Gammon, I think our time together is short.”
He startled and his voice was tense when he answered. “What?”
“I meant our time all alone. I think… perhaps… there will be a babe soon enou’.”
Gammon grabbed her and kissed her soundly. “You bear great news! I shall cosset and spoil you, for you make me the happiest of men!”
“You are my prince, and none other shall take your place in my heart. I have enough love for you and all our children,” she said. “But I do not wish to be spoilt. I have been spoilt too often in the past. I wish to accept the real world around me and take it with strength and determination, come what may. So whether you are a prince or a rogue, a huntsman or a ruler of vast kingdoms, I beg you to love me like Tom Huntsman, for Tom would never allow me to run roughshod over him.”
“I am a rogue when I think of all I want to do with you, my love.”
She smiled against him. “My prince and my rogue. Aye, but most of all, the man I love.”
The End
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