Olivia spun around as she heard the doors to her bed chamber open. "What are you doing in my room?"
"This is my room now, princess", I reminded her. "You can stay, or you can go. I'm not going to stop you. But I can't guarantee that my soldiers will not mistake you for one of your handmaidens should you leave this room."
"You bastard!" she cursed and raised her hand at me, but I caught her wrist before she could land another slap to my cheeks.
"Well, that's not very princess like of you." I teased, feeling her soft supple skin in my hand for the first time.
She pulled her hand back and stomped away to sit on the far corner of the bed, facing away from me. I stood where I was, admiring the view of her breasts bouncing under her gown with each step she took.
We stayed there in silence for several moments before she asked, softly, "Is he OK?"
"He's still alive. At least for now."
I probed her on her relationship with Clayton and learned that they had been dating behind her father's back for some time now, and frequent this castle as their secret getaway.
"Can I see him?" she asked softly. "Please", she added as she began to sob.
I considered my options before coming up with an interesting proposition. "On some conditions", I proposed, laying out what I wanted in return.
She agreed after some initial hesitation.
I guided Olivia down the hallowed halls of the castle and descended the spiral staircases towards the cells in the basement.
"General Arthur" the solider greeted me as we approached, his eyes focused on the beautiful woman walking alongside me.
"Clayton! What have they done to you?" Olivia wailed upon the sight of the bloodied knight sprawled on the cold dirty floor. She fell on her knees and stretched her hand through the bars, desperately trying but failing to reach the prisoner.
The knight strained to lift his head towards the direction of the woman's voice. "Liv..." the knight called out with his tired and trembling voice before collapsing back down onto the floor.
I helped Olivia back up onto her feet and wrapped my arms around her waist, enjoying the soft cooling touch of her silk gown, making a point of showing Clayton that Olivia belongs to me now. I made sure he was watching when I pulled Olivia against myself, feeling her chest pressed up against my body as she looked up at me with pleading eyes. I gazed into her sparkling blue eyes, mesmerised by the beauty in my arms. After a few seconds hesitation, she closed her eyes, tipped her toes and brought her lips towards mine. I felt her soft lips part and her tongue embracing mine tentatively. I indulged myself in making out with the gorgeous woman and for a moment it almost felt real, almost as if she was truly mine. But as she withdrew herself from the kiss, her tear-streaked face reminded me that it was not.
"Give him some food" I instructed the guard, keeping my promise to Olivia as I turned and guided her back out of the basement.
Back in the bed chamber, Olivia curled up on the bed, hid her face under her pillows and finally broke down. Her body shaking as she screamed and sobbed into her pillows. I stood in front of the bed, eyes fixated on the delicate damsel. Her ivory evening gown hiking up, unveiling a pair of toned flawless legs. The daughter of the Georian King who invaded and destroyed much of my homeland years ago, now under my captivity.
I felt my cock harden in my pants as I watched the helpless princess in front of me. It's natural. I am but only a man. I had done this before, numerous times in fact. Taking a woman without her consent. I've had my fair share of captured handmaidens and tavern wenches, and wives and daughters of noble Georian lords whose land we captured. The Georian troops did much worse to my people when they invaded in the past. Heck, even Clayton had a secret reputation for such. It's only fair that I return them the favour, I reasoned, as I stripped the clothes off my body.
I stood naked in front of the bed, my cock standing painfully erect. Olivia had by now cried herself to sleep. I knelt beside the bed, taking in the sight of Olivia sleeping in front of me, the gentle rising and falling of her breasts with each breath she took as she slept. I wasn't entirely sure what was holding me back. I could slide the straps of her gown off her shoulders, expose her breasts and suck on her nipples. I could run my hands up her exposed thighs, push past the bottom hem of the gown and feel her velvety folds. I wanted so much to simply lay on top of her, to ease my throbbing erection into her warm wet cunt and claim her body for myself that very moment. But for some reason, I could not bring myself to do any of that. I reached out with my hand, gently brushed the hair from her face, and watched the princess as she slept. No, not a princess. An angel from the heavens. Or at least that was what she looked like to me at that moment.
Fuck. I cursed silently as I turned to put on my sleeping robes and laid myself down gently on the other side of the bed, drifting off to sleep as the exhaustion from the long siege of the castle finally took its toll.
***
Olivia woke up from her slumber in the morning as the rising sun illuminated the bed chamber. She had had such a crazy dream, she thought, before the realisation sank in as she noticed the evening gown she had fallen asleep in and the burly man snoring next to her. Tears welled up in her eyes once again as a wave of emotions overwhelmed her. The anguish of seeing the suffering of her beloved knight, the anxiety of being held captive by a foreign invader, and yet the relief of still retaining her virtue and honour, at least for now.
Olivia was already awake when I roused from my sleep. She stood by the window, gazing out into the distance, deep in thought. I massaged my morning wood as I watched her, reminded of the fact that that stunning woman was my prisoner, and nobody could stop me from doing anything I want to her. Still dressed in the ivory silk evening gown from last night, the soft light from the rising morning sun casted upon her body, making her appear as if she was glowing. The gown was slightly crumpled, and parts of her long blonde hair were frizzled and out of place. But for some reason, that made her look even more attractive to me as I moved quietly towards her.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around Olivia from behind. Olivia jumped, startled by my sudden approach and snapped out of her reverie, suddenly reminded of the fact that she was not alone.
"Did you sleep well, princess?" I leaned in and kissed Olivia on her cheek. She responded with a slight nod of her head, and I could hear her breathing hasten.
I moved my lips from her cheek, landing another gentle kiss on her neck. My hands slowly crept upwards from around her waist to the bottom of her chest, sliding with ease across the smooth material of her gown, as I indulged myself by taking in several deep breaths of Olivia's womanly scent. I felt the rapid rising and falling of her chest and the heavy thumping of her heart as she stood frozen to the spot. My erect cock pressed up against her butt, throbbing.
