The Warrior and the Petulant Princess (13 page)

“Then you will obey me, yes?”

“Yes, I will obey you,” she breathed.

He kissed her again, tenderly consuming her mouth before traveling to her neck and lightly nibbling, then rested his lips at her ear.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He released her, and cautiously she looked down at his crotch. Tentatively she moved her hand to rest on the patch of fabric that was fastened at the waist by wooden buttons.

“It is so big and so hard,” she breathed.

“Open the flap.”

Her nimble fingers were trembling, but she managed to unfasten the thick buttons, and peeling back the swatch of fabric she stared at his bulging manhood.

“It is nothing like what I saw.”

“Take hold of it,” he said firmly. “There’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Carefully wrapping her fingers around its girth she continued to stare, and her trepidation slipped into curiosity.

“Move your hand up and down, rub it, massage it,” he said, the tone of his voice deepening.

“Does it bring you pleasure, Sir, the way your fingers rubbing my nugget gives me pleasure? she asked as she carefully began to stroke.

“Yes, exactly the same,” he growled, “don’t stop.”

“It is so…powerful…so…hard and big.”

“On our wedding night I will slide it inside you, and pump you until you have that magical moment you had last night.”

“On our wedding night?” she said softly, her violet eyes sparkling up at him.

“Yes, Lizbett. I have decided you are to be my wife.”

“Larian,” she breathed.

“That is very good, Lizbett, keep rubbing just like that.”

“But, Larian…”

“You wish to say something?”

“All those other men who came to court me, they all asked me, begged me even, to be their wife. You just decided and so it is? Don’t you want to ask me?”

“I am a Warrior Of The First Order. You have loved me since our youth, as I have loved you. Do you think I should have doubt?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Lizbett, I am not like other men. I am not weak, or frail, and I don’t ask a question when I already know the answer, not unless I want to catch someone in a lie. You are deliriously happy right now because you are to be my wife, you know our future is before us, and rather than question my methods perhaps you should be thanking me for choosing you.”

“Oh, Larian, you spin my head and heart.”

“I know, and that’s how it should be, not the other way around, but why have you stopped rubbing? This is the perfect way to celebrate our engagement.”

“It is, oh, it is,” she sighed.

“You will rub it until it erupts. When it does I will groan, and then you will wipe away the mess, and I will be very pleased with you.”

“I have nothing to wipe it with,” she frowned.

“Yes, you do, your petticoats. I want you to wipe me clean with your petticoats. This way you will have my essence under your dress for half of our journey, and it will be our special secret.”

“It will,” she smiled. “It’s a strange secret, but as I think about it, I like it.”

“You’ll have to wash it off when we reach my uncle’s house, but this is a service you will do because you are mine now, and you wish to please me.”

“Sir,” she breathed, “you are right, you are different, so different, and you make me feel different.”

“Be a good girl and rub, rub vigorously and make me happy.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you for teaching me.”

“This is just the beginning,” he sighed surrendering to the pleasure of her fingers. “Just the very beginning.”

Though slightly bewildered Lizbett was overjoyed; his offer of marriage wasn’t like an offer at all. The others had brought her gifts, expensive gifts, and flowers and cakes, but none of them had made her feel as Larian did, as Larian was making her feel right at that moment, and that feeling was growing all the time. His announcement that he’d decided she would be his wife had made her feel the flippity flip, and as his member began to ooze tiny drops, and his breath grew short and rapid, the flippity flip began flipping even more.

“Yes, Lizbett, good girl, harder, harder, yes, good girl.”

Fascinated, her eyes could not leave his cock, but the flippity flip had left her feeling oddly weak and she leaned against his chest for support; his heart was profoundly beating, so much so it almost frightened her, then unexpectedly it began to jerk.

The groan he’d promised was deep and long as his hot cream dribbled down her fingers. He was panting, and it was shriveling into the soft thing she’d seen resting under his hand, then he let out a heavy sigh and it was over. Quickly pulling up her dress she held the middle petticoat and wiped up the mess, then stared down at it.

“This is the most extraordinary thing,” she declared.

“What is?” he panted.

“I just wiped your…stuff…all over my petticoat.”

“Yes, you did,” he sighed.

“Did you just cast a spell on me?”

“Yes, wife to be, I did.”

“Thank goodness, because otherwise I’d think there was something very wrong with me,” she frowned staring down at the wet stain on the pristine silk.

“Put me away and button the flap,” he said softly, “then come and curl into me.”

Laying his flaccid cock on its side, she pushed the edges of the flap back into the sides of the opening setting it into place, then fastened the buttons.

“You just did something very important,” he whispered.

“Rubbing you like that? Is that what you mean?”

“That’s part of it, but there was a bigger part. Can you guess what that was?”

She paused, burrowing more closely against his body, then a small smile crossed her lips.

“I know,” she murmured.

“Tell me.”

“I obeyed you without question or protest.”

“Yes, Princess, you did, and I’m very proud of you. Now I must drift for a moment, and you should rest as well. Soon we will be at the barren land, and then we must be awake and alert.”

“Yes, Larian,” she sighed, and though there was still a restless yearning between her legs she curled into him and closed her eyes.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

T
he miles ticked by, the moons glided across the sky, and the East sun began to shine its brilliance upon the land; Lizbett woke up and stared out at the full, rich landscape. This was the furthest she’d ventured outside Verdana and the foliage was decidedly different.

Orange and red trees hung with abundant flowers, and her sensitive nose smelled the myriad fragrances. Larian had been awake for some time, and had lifted the shades so she could see the view as soon as she stirred from sleep.

“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured, “and it smells tangy and sweet at the same time.”

“No doubt you can appreciate the aromas better than most,” he smiled, “but even I can smell the citrus flavors that linger in the air.”

“I see fruits hanging, some of them I recognize but others I don’t.”

“When we reach my uncle’s home you will enjoy them. He has many of these trees, and an abundance of their fruit, especially in this season.”

“I’m so excited,” she smiled, “I’m really enjoying this whole thing. I thought it would be more difficult to travel so far in this carriage, but it’s not.”

“We traveled quickly in the night,” he remarked. “The roads were empty, and the horses enjoyed the brisk night air. There were stretches when they were galloping.”

“Did you check on Scarlet? I’m worried about her.”

“Yes, of course, we won’t let anything happen to Scarlet. She is having a wonderful time, and still has energy. We thought she’d be ready to jog next to Thunder by now, but her enthusiasm is boundless.”

“Where are we? Are we nearing the barren land?”

“Yes, it’s not far. There’s a small village where we will stop and take a break. You can stretch your legs and freshen up at the inn, we can have a quick meal, the horses can eat and drink, and then we will head forward into the only perilous part of the journey.”

“Do you think we’ll have trouble?”

“I don’t. The marauders intercepted the carriage on the way to Verdana, and even stuffed with hampers of food my men were able to convince them to leave. They are not warriors, they are scavengers, and they do not wish to battle, especially not those who are superior. I’m surprised they even approached the carriage. They may have been curious, or even hoping some scraps would be thrown their way.”

“So if they did attack us, you could deal with them?”

“I could deal with them by myself and step away with not a scratch. With all six of my men, they wouldn’t even have time to lift their weapons.”

“Oh, then, I’m not worried anymore,” she smiled. “Can we stop and pick some fruit?”

“No, we must keep going, but the village is close.”

“How are you this morning, Larian? Did you drift easily?” she giggled.

“I did, very easily,” he replied. “I have a great deal of energy right now.”

“You don’t feel like this when you ride?”

“No. Sitting inside a carriage is not something I normally do, Princess,” he said with a wry gin.

“You do look a bit out of place,” she grinned back.

“Warriors ride or run or fight, they are not passengers. I will mount up when we leave the village.”

“But you’ll ride close to the carriage, won’t you?”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Lizbett, I will make sure no harm will come to you.”

Settling back in her seat she sighed happily. It was strange being so far away from home, but it was thrilling and fun, and her thoughts began to move forward.

I’ll be the wife of a warrior and a Commander. So much more exciting than some boring noble. I wonder what will happen when I take the throne? We must live in Verdana, but we could holiday in Zanderone. It’s going to be interesting to see his house. I hope he has servants, I have to have servants.

“We’re approaching the village,” he remarked breaking into her thoughts.

“I’m so glad, I need to stretch, and I want to check on Scarlet.”

The carriage began to slow, and she peered out at the modest homes as they came into view. They were similar to the houses in the villages in Verdana, but their gardens were full of blossoming flowers and small shrubs.

“Why are there so many more plants here than at home?” she asked wishing the blooms in the castle grounds were as abundant.

“It’s the sun and the rain they get here. It’s the same reason the barren land is so arid. It’s very moderate in Verdana, but here it is very wet, giving life to the ground, and then for reasons we don’t understand, the rain stops when it reaches the barren lands.”

“They have no water?”

“They have times when they have more water than anywhere else, and then it’s very dangerous, but the marauders have learned how to store it. The communities are quite green, but it only through careful planning.”

The carriage rolled to a stop, and Larian stood up and opened the door, stepping out and stretching.

“Come along, Lizbett,” he said extending his arm to take her hand.

As she lifted her dress to climb out they both saw the tell-tale stain on her petticoat, and she began to giggle.

“I don’t think you should wash that off,” he whispered. “Not ever.”

“I think I agree,” she whispered back.

He guided her forward as the warriors dismounted and immediately began unsaddling their horses. Seeing Scarlet on the opposite side of the carriage she rushed forward to pet her.

“Scarlet, are you all right?”

Scarlet looked at her with bright eyes, but didn’t paw at the ground as she usually did when she wasn’t moving.

“She’s doing very well, Princess,” Zoltaire said. “She’s enjoying herself, but all the horses need water and some food, so we’re taking them over to the stables there.”

He pointed across at a stableyard beside the inn.

“Well be back to eat and drink ourselves once we know the horses are taken care of.”

Lizbett patted her neck, and Scarlet dropped her head and nudged her in response.

“She does look happy,” she remarked, “and really calm. I’ve never seen her so calm. She must be tired.”

“She is, a bit,” Larian said as Zoltaire took the lead rope and led her away next to his own horse, “but that’s good. Do you see how the men take care of their horses before themselves?”

“I did notice that,” she replied.

“Their mounts carry them into battle, they transport them across great distances, they give them warmth at night, they are precious to us.”

“Warmth at night? How?”

“They will lay with us, sleep with us, and even though they have a flight instinct, they will fight against wild animals to protect us.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“If you want to have that with Scarlet, I can teach you.”

“Yes, please, definitely.”

“When we reach my house it will be part of your training,” he promised, then placing his hand at her back, he guided her inside the inn and settled at a table.

“Lizbett,” he whispered, “I forgot to mention, you are not a Princess here, you are just a genteel lady.”

“Why?”

“You have forgotten about the recent events already?” Think about it.”

Sitting back in her chair she let out a small grunt.

“Oh, of course.”

A large woman with a round face and very red cheeks bustled towards them.

“Welcome, my name is Alianda. I can offer you meat cooked in broth, fowl cooked in broth, or broth.”

“Only those three things?” Lizbett asked staring at her in amazement.

“We have some breads and cheese,” the rotund woman suggested.

“I am Commander Larian Lobergene and I am traveling with six men. They’ll be coming in here soon, and need to have their bellies filled, so please bring them as much as they ask for. I’ll have the meat in broth, and for my lady, Tebzilla, the fowl in broth.”

“I believe these must be your men now, Commander,” she remarked watching the six brawny men wander in and settle into a table. “From Zanderone I see.”

“Yes, we are.”

“You have many friends here, Sir. Your kingdom keeps the marauders away from our village, and we are very thankful.”