Julia stretched out on the bed. She felt the metal object below the pillows and knew what it was for. It made her nervous, yet feel a little safer. There would be a form of defense available to Cassie.
She wondered what Cassie was feeling and how it would feel to be with Anen like Cassie was with Byron. To feel his fingers on her body, to taste his sweet breath as he made her feel like a real woman. She could feel her thighs getting moist. Julia reached down and felt just how wet.
Her lips were swollen and slick. Her clitoris was hard and sensitive. She dipped into herself and found the passageway to be hot and soaking wet. Deciding that she should go to sleep, she curled up on her side and put her hands under the pillow to cradle her head, almost as if in prayer. She could smell her musky scent drifting to her nose as she fell asleep. The last clear memory was that of the cold of metal on her fingertips.
She drifted off to sleep to dream of Anen and his lithe body hovering over her.
Sinclair paced the floor. He knew he had taken a chance to visit the little Princess as he had. But as he reflected upon the situation, he felt that he had been rewarded with the visions of her nude body. Made it much easier to imagine her under him as he would make her into a woman.
He kept going back to the desk in his chambers and reading his correspondence. The "enemy" of his King was in full agreement and would do whatever it took to put Sinclair on the throne.
Their plans included the upcoming war and if everything went along with his plans, by the end of the war, not only would he have his own kingdom, but also a new young wife. By eliminating the present ruler and marrying his only surviving child, he would set himself upon the throne and no one would dare to defy his right to be there.
He thought again of the Ice Princess, and decided that he needed to teach her a lesson. Leaving his desk he rummaged around for some useful items. He found a gag and some ropes. He knew that there had been a guard posted, but he had a plan for the guard. He mixed up some medicines that induced drowsiness and poured the mixture into the ale pot.
All guards had a weakness for the brew. Sinclair hid the condemning items in his cloak and carried the ale to Cassie's guards. The tankard was large and had a lot of the powder in it, but the brew was strong enough to hide the bitter taste.
Cassie woke up to a pleasurable sensation. Her left nipple was being licked in a circular motion as her right nipple was being massaged. She groaned in response and Byron looked up at her. She smiled at him and ran her hands languidly down his back as far as she could reach. Byron shivered as her light touch lit fires along his cool back.
Byron positioned himself above Cassie to allow for some movement up and down her soft body. She spread her thighs and he lowered himself into her. He could feel her slickness on his chest as he continued kissing her breasts.
Cassie rubbed her hips up into his warm skin and his chest hairs made her sensitive clit beg for more attention. She rubbed herself on him. He slowly worked his way down her body, kissing her flat belly, nibbling on her hips, even licking her inner thighs. She squealed in delight as he finally reached her swollen pussy. He gently spread the lips to see the pink flower he was going to taste.
Her smell was more than he imagined, musky with a hint of earthiness. She tasted tangy, with just enough sweetness to entice his tongue even more. Soon his tongue was lapping up the juices from inside her vagina. Cassie closed her hips around his neck as she came. Her grunts were guttural, making him feel primal.
Her panting and thrashing around him reminded him that she was inexperienced, and he enjoyed her total openness Many experienced women would have been more calculated in their response. Not Cassie. She was honest and very responsive.
Byron worked his way back up to Cassie's mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips. Cassie pulled him closer and squeezed him to her. She turned to her side, pulling him with her. Cassie sat up and pushed Byron down until she was straddling him.
Byron laid back knowing that she wanted to explore and allowing her to do so. He wanted very much to slide inside her and make her scream his name in ecstasy, but he knew that she needed to explore for now. She explored his body, tasting him. Teasing him. Finally she had her fill and straddled his hips. She eased herself down slowly until she engulfed his entire penis.
Cassie reached around and ran a fingernail lightly over his balls, she heard him gasp and felt his balls tighten and knew she had done something right. Cassie continued to rock her hips and swirl her fingers over Byron's balls. Byron grabbed her hips and began his own rhythm of pumping his hips into hers.
Byron reached up and massaged Cassie's breast and squeezed her nipple causing her to arch her back. This tightened her pussy just enough to send Byron over the edge. Then angle was everything. She was tight and hot and he was inside her.
Cassie felt him spurting his load, each jerk of his penis. He rubbed against her ultra sensitive clit and she plummeted over the peak of ecstasy. With a squeal, she let her body loose and she quivered as her vaginal walls clutched Byron's firm penis and pulled him in further. She collapsed on him.
Sinclair paced the length of his bedchamber. He was trying to concentrate on his plans for the battles which were up and coming. He had plans to take King Lance's place. As long as King Lance and his sons died on the battle field and his own brother was lost, he could marry the Ice Princess and rule the kingdom with no one arguing against him.
His latest communication with his secret ally disturbed him. The wretch had raised his price. He wanted Byron's lands in payment. Sinclair also wanted Byron's land. It's strategic location would allow him to control commerce as well as aid in protecting his new lands. Sinclair swore loudly. Then he thought of Cassie, just as she was that afternoon. Naked and wet.
He abruptly stopped and decided that he had to have her body tonight. His penis was arising to the thought of her writhing under him. He knew that there had been guards posted to keep out his own brother, the man who would protect the woman. The irony of this was incredible. Byron and his libido would not compromise his little betrothed. However, Sinclair would do anything, and she was not protected from his advances. He chuckled at his thought.
How to get past the guards? He knew that they had a weakness for ale. He filled a tankard and added some powders which increased the effects of the ale and would put them to sleep. Next he found a gag and some ropes with which to tie up Cassie. He knew she would be most unwilling in his foray tonight.
He donned a cloak and hid the gag and ropes in his inner pockets as he carried the tankard up to the bored and thirsty guards. His guess had been right, and within minutes they lay sleeping in a heap at the door. Sinclair rearranged them as if they fell asleep on duty. This would raise no suspicions to any passersby.
