Elena screamed in pain, her arms and legs pulling at her restraints in vain, unable to stop or alleviate the burning pain caused by Caspian's sudden thrust.
Caspian lay still on top of her, breathing heavily as he felt the tightness of her pussy walls around his shaft.
"Shhhh," he cooed in her ear, his unmoving, crushing weight preventing Elena a single moment of respite.
Elena couldn't stand it. Caspian's essence was invading her every sense - his muscular body pinning her down, his hard shaft within her, his breath in her ear and his smell... the smell of masculine lust permeated every molecule of available air. The assault on her senses was too much for Elena. She began to writhe and pull on her restraints harder than before, a roar of frustration escaping her lips. After a minute of a fruitless battle with the silky restraints, Elena's body suddenly lost all of it's accumulated tension and sunk into the soft sheets.
Caspian chuckled softly. "Are you finished with your little tantrum Princess?"
Elena whimpered as Caspian slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip remained between her lips. The throbbing pain between her legs which she had managed to block out momentarily, returned in spades. Beads of sweat formed across her face and between her breasts as Caspian tightened his already bruising grip on her hips.
"Please," she groaned, "please stop, I pro-" but before Elena could complete the sentence, Caspian had plunged his cock into her anew. Elena bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, the pain somewhat less than the first time, but it was still painful nonetheless. Caspian leaned forward and took a prominent, hard, pink nipple between his teeth, pulling and sucking on it as Elena gasped in pain from his newest torture.
"Do you like that Princess?" he asked as his hands reached up and squeezed her sensitive breasts.
"No," she cried, "please stop it!"
"Don't lie Princess, you enjoy a little bit of pain don't you?" he said as his teeth grazed her nipple again.
"No!" she screeched, her hands pulling fruitlessly at the restraints.
"I love a little screaming as much as the next man," he chuckled, "but I'd rather hear you moan -it's easier on the ears Princess - not to mention it's just more ravishing," he said as he continued to mold her breasts in his large hands.
"If you stop hurting me then I'll stop screaming!" Elena cried as she pushed herself further into the mattress to escape his hands. She hated how childish her words sounded, but she was in such a state that she said the first thing that came to mind.
Caspian chuckled again, his lips pressed to the chasm between her breasts, causing her to actually feel his laugh as well as endure the sound of it. Elena let out a low hiss as she felt his tongue lick it's way up her chest and whimpered audibly as it made it's way along her neck to her ear. Caspian pulled her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it gently as his hands threaded their way into her golden hair.
"Well, if you can't control the urge to scream, i'll need to do something about that, won't I Princess?" he said quietly against her ear.
Elena stiffened. She had not forgotten his earlier threat to muzzle her for her threats of biting him.
Surprisingly, Caspian did not force a crude gag or any other instrument of silence between her lips. Instead, he placed his lips against hers and stuck his tongue into her mouth, startling her into silence momentarily, before thrusting a little deeper with his hips.
It wasn't as painful, but Elena still let out a muffled cry as she felt Caspian bury himself inside her, more deeper than before. He was unrelenting - his mouth locked over hers, effectively muting her as he ground his hips against hers. Elena wasn't sure what was worse -his thrusting or the feeling of him burrowing inside her like a snake in it's den.
Caspian ground his erection into Elena, his hips moving against hers in a tortuously slow, circular motion. The constant contact meant that Elena's clitoris was being stimulated by Caspian's lower abdomen, sending the odd jolt shot through her system every time his hips circled upwards.
Caspian broke his silencing kiss. "Tell me how I feel inside you Princess-Tell me how I fill your pussy like no other man has ever done," he hissed in her ear as his hips continued to gyrate against hers.
Elena shook her head. She refused to surrender her mind as well as her body.
Caspian's fingers grasped her blonde locks, preventing her from shaking her head in response.
"Tell me."
"No," Elena groaned.
"The Princess likes to play then? Alright, have it your way."
Caspian growled and thrust himself into her quite suddenly, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise.
"Tell me."
"No," she gasped, meeting Caspian's furious gaze.
Caspian's upper lip curled into a snarl. Elena knew nothing good would come from denying him what he wanted, but she couldn't help herself. The only things she had control over at that moment were her thoughts and her words and she wasn't willing to give up that control so easily.
"Perhaps a little lesson in obedience Princess?" he asked menacingly, lowering his face to within an inch of her own.
*
"Over here King Henry!" called a faceless soldier somewhere to Henry's left.
They had followed the narrow path for hours. Although it pained Henry to proceed at such an infuriatingly slow pace, he knew the virtue of a single clue - and the consequences of missing it. If they went tearing up the path, they could miss a vital clue or some tiny hint that showed the Princess leaving it.
Henry rushed over to the soldier who pointed to the ground before their feet. "You see here sir? The ground is a little disturbed and over there can you see how the grass had been bent and in places broken?"
"It looks like more than one pair of footprints," Henry said, his anxiety rising.
"Indeed sir. I'd say according to the indentation of the larger pair that it was a fairly heavy man, the smaller pair barely compacted the mud - it is not improbable that they belong to a woman - one of slight build," he said, tracing the outline of the footprints with his index finger.
"My Princess," he mumbled, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"King Henry!" shouted another soldier further up the path. "The trail picks up here, it looks like they continued down a grassy slope here, up to... to... up to... my goodness," he said, his words trailing off as King Henry reached his side.
Henry's eyes followed the path pointed out by the young soldier. He felt his inside turn to ice as he set eyes on the familiar castle before him.
"CASPIAN!" he growled, unsheathing his sword and stepping out of the woods into the darkness of the night. As he approached the old castle that once belonged to his uncle, his men falling into step behind him, there was nothing but murder in his heart.
*
Caspian lowered his hands to her hips and grasped them tightly before beginning to thrust into her at a punishing pace. Elena opened her mouth to scream but it seemed the breath had been forced from her lungs by his thrusts, The only sound she made was a faint gasping noise with each thrust. She gripped the silk sheets for support as Caspian drove her body deeper into the mattress, grunting like an animal as he thrust his cock into her, over and over again.
As Caspian's thrusts became less frequent, Elena was able to catch her breath and sighed audibly.
"Enjoyed that Princess?" Caspian grunted with a grin, misinterpreting her sigh of relief for a sigh of satisfaction.
