Peering out her balcony, she watched the sunset. She sighed, and leaned upon the vine wall. She had been betrothed to one of the most obnoxious men in all the kingdoms, Lord Blete. His name was as bland as his personality, as well as looks. Her father hoped that the marriage would help settle her audacious nature. But his hopes will be of to no avail, like his past hopes have been. She smiled as she remembered some of the things that made her father's temper soar.
There was that one time where she was caught fucking one of his knights in the stable. Or another time where she was found giving her handsome older brother head. She smiled, and headed back into her chambers. Tomorrow was the wedding, and she was determined not to marry Lord Blete. She looked into her closet, and pulled out a pair of leather stockings, a tight black shirt, a jacket, her riding boots, and her swordbelt. Quickly getting dressed, she stealthily headed down to the kitchen. To her dismay, she found the kitchen boy cleaning up. He looked up, shocked by the presence of the radiant princess, and bowed down low. She quickly went to him, and pulled him up. To her surprise, he was ruggedly handsome and probably the same age as she.
"I'm sorry milady, is there anything that I can do for you?" he looked down ashamed, and waited for her reply.
"No need for that, I just need to be on my way. Do you happen to know where the food satchel, and the water canteen are?" Quickly hurrying to get what the princess asked for, he eyed the radiant beauty. She had long black hair, as dark as the night's sky, a beautiful face, skin goldenly tanned, slim body, and a chest that protruded modestly from her body. His heart had been aflutter when he had first laid eyes upon her, and now thoughts of her naked flesh intertwined with his entered his mind again. He quickly shook them away, and brought her satchel and canteen fully filled.
"Anything else milady?" Her green eyes shone in defiance, and thought for a second. Finally, she went over to him, and lifted his chin. His eyes, she now saw, were unlike any she had ever seen. The green iris encased the golden center, they were unearthly, yet complimented the rest of him nicely. His dark brown hair was neatly trimmed, and his well-chiseled features brought tingles down her spine. She brushed her lips upon his, and he responded immediately, pulling her to his body, probing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned. She had never been kissed in this fashion before. She had always supposed that it was only proper to brush their lips upon the others to call it a kiss, however she rather enjoyed this rough clutch kiss, and pulled him closer to her.
Picking her up, he carried the princess to the bags of flour in the storage room, and started to ravage her with kisses, pinning her down onto the bags of flour. He quickly removed her shirt, sword belt, stockings and riding boots. As each article was removed, he was awarded with a glamorous site. The shirt had revealed her breasts, in the round, firm and tender form. He kissed them both, swirling his tongue around her areolas, sucking on the nipple, while slowly pinching and rubbing. The stockings had revealed her pussy, smooth, and shaved. His tongue traveled into her dark cave, ravaging her insides, sucking on her clit violently.
Her moaning was loud and her body convulsed as her pussy was being eaten out. She had never felt this sensation either. She had always given the pleasure of sucking on a cock, or being the dominant lover, but submission felt great, and she cummed onto his face another time. Going back to her lips, he kissed her fervently, as he quickly removed his smock and pants. She was startled as she saw his prick, it must've been 9 inches long, and an inch wide. She had never seen one so big. The knight's 7 inch one was thought to be big when she fucked it, but his was of to no compare. His chest was muscular, and well shaped as he covered her body with it. Rubbing the head of his cock against her hot wet entrance, she moaned and came once again, covering his prick with her juice.
His mouth covered hers, and kissed her intensely as he shoved his humongous cock into her tight pussy. She winced in pain, but then started to meet his thrusts to get a better depth. Her tight hole was milking his cock, and he tried to restrain himself of cumming too quickly. His strong hands kneading her breasts while still pumping his rod into her hole. When she came again, he could feel her cum coating his cock. That sensation plus the one that he was holding back had been too much to bear, so he started cumming in her hot pussy. She moaned louder, as she felt his cum pour into her in ropes. Still pumping, while his cum emptied into her, her walls milked his prick for every last drop. Spent, he laid beside her, still pumping softly into her, and kissed her lips gently.
"I don't know your name kitchen boy, yet I have made you a mate of my flesh." She spoke quietly, unaccustomed to this awkwardness.
"Fair princess, my name is Alderson of the Westlands. You need not be ashamed." She was astonished. Of the Westlands? Only mystical folk lived in the Westlands. He saw the surprise in her eyes, and related his backgrounds.
"As you has realized, I am not a mortal. Yet I am not immortal. I have many backgrounds and many mystical talents. Far too many to tell you now, but I shall tell you this. I moved away from the Westlands to seek a normal life, a humble life, in which to spend my days, and in hope to find a mate that will accept my faults." He looked away, ashamed to show his face to her. Her heart reached out to him, and pulled him close, slowly stroking his cheek with her hands she whispered,
"You need not to look farther, nor be dismay in hope, for I accept your faults, welcome them, and love you." She kissed him tenderly, and pulled him up.
"I want you to leave with me, and forsake this dreadful castle. Come with me, so that we may live in your dreams. A humble, normal life." His eyes had changed color when he looked at her. Blue out rimming the gold center. He nodded in consent, and pulled her to her feet. They dressed quickly, and filled their sacks with food, water, and gold sovereigns. Reaching the stable, her midnight stallion awakened and was frightened by this visit. Alderson quickly ran to him, whinnied some words, and stroked his muzzle. She was amazed by this, and went to him, eyes full of wonder.
"What did you do to make Sugar quiet so easily?" He smiled and whinnied at her softly. Sugar whinnied back, like they were parrying a conversation. She giggled in delight and kissed him on the cheek.
"Come, we must be on our way." She mounted Sugar, and he on a majestic chestnut mare. Together, they rode off, galloping past the gate and into the wilderness.
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Finally resting beside a creek, they sat at the bank and watched the sunrise. He nuzzled her neck, sucking on her ear. She kissed him passionately on the lips, reveling in this new found freedom. The horses grazing nearby, Alderson fed her some raspberries nearby. Astriel, the princess, felt tired, and fell asleep. Alderson, covered her tender figure with his cloak, and wandered into the nearby woods. He sang out, chirping to the larks, harmonizing with the robins, playing with the squirrels. Returning to the site where he left the Astriel, he stripped and dove into the creek. He swam among schools of fish, before returning to the surface. Splashing back up, he sees Astriel looking at him in puzzlement.
"How is it that you can swim and talk to the animals like you and I are speaking? They are not scared of you, and think of you as a friend. Is that one of thine gifts?" Her eyes looked at his curiously, as they changed once again another shade.
"Gifts? No. Talent? Yes. I was not born with this talent. I learned it from my mother who learned it from the shaman in our old village." He pulled himself onto the bank beside her, and kissed her tenderly.
"I could teach you how, if you wish. It is a tedious process, but easy to endure, if you have the will." She nodded her head, and asked,
"When can I start? And how do I learn?" He smiled, and replied,
"Each person has their own special way of transmitting a gift to another. My mother transmitted it to me by singing, and I have closely observed that when I make you a mate of my flesh, I transmit a gift unto you." She eyed him curiously, uncertain that what he said could be true.
"I have already made you a mate of my flesh, yet I feel no gift. How am I to know what language I have learned?" He scrunched his brow in deep thought, and pondered for a second before replying,
"Each person has their own way of finding their gift. I suppose that if you thought hard enough, you would find your gift." She laid there for a minute, closing her eyes in search of the gift in her mind. The buzzing of bees nearby distracted her concentration. They sang melodiously, and chattered incessantly. She tried to dismiss the chatter when it hit her. The word of the bees were her first gift. Her eyes opened, and she smiled. He smiled back at her, and she buzzed a little tune for him. He laughed, and harmonized with her. The bees pranced about their head, singing.
He jumped back into the water, and beckoned her in. She quickly shed her clothes, and dived in beside him.