~~ Preface ~~
All characters are over 18+ of age. All characters and scenarios are the original creation of the author and not intended to mimic any other known entity.
This particular story does switch point of view between the two characters involved due to the personal, deliberate choices of the author. The story does contain non-consensual/reluctance elements.
-- The Princess --
As the only princess of my kingdom, I know better than to sneak off alone. How many times have I been warned against it, and decided to ignore them all as the naivite of my station clouds my vision. There's a glade in the trees nearby the modest castle I spend most of my years in, and it's my favorite place to slip off too... Shaded, with a quiet little pond framed with flowers and tall grasses. There's a large, wizened tree atop a hill on the north side with branches that hang low to the water as if the the tree wants to dip its' fingers in the water. It's the perfect spot to bring a book or a small bit of needlework and daydream, but this day I choose to sit amongst the flowers and relax. It's a mid spring day, and the sun is warm as it's rays reach to me through the canopy of leaves overhead. It feels like a setting in a story, and my heart is content at the romance of it. The small, playful breeze that reaches here off the water plays with the few ribbons that keep the loose, pale pink gown I've chosen for today secure, the tips of my hair around my waist joining their dance.
Thoughts and anxieties of my impending engagement now that I've turned 20 are left behind at the castle as I enjoy the quiet simplicity of my surroundings, letting daydreams take wing.
So lost in my stolen moments of bliss, I fail to note I am not the only one enjoying the solitude and peace of the glade. I'm being watched. He sits in the shadows, watching, assessing, strategizing. Eventually, he decides that the watching is done, and makes his move.
Silly me, I should've been paying attention to my surroundings instead of playing with the flowers at the edge of the pond and getting lost in my own thoughts. The figure emerges from the tree line, keeping his steps silent as he moves in on her, tension keeping his athletic frame taut and poised to spring into action.
Too bad nobody ever thinks to teach girls how to move through the woods, because I don't even recognize the signs anyone is there. This glade is so shaded by the trees, just another shadow moving isn't enough to make me pay attention until it's too late. In the light, spring dress I wear I stand out, the light striking my spot and making me almost glow like a beacon to his eyes.
Suddenly, there are hands on me from behind, and just when I go to scream, a hand clamps over my mouth and his fingers pinch my nose, cutting off my ability to breathe and deadens my ability to struggle. His voice growls in my ear, "unless you want to be hurt very, very badly- I suggest you do what I tell you. And don't even hope to call aid, we're too far from anyone for them to hear you. I do have to thank you for finding this secluded little spot, it's perfect for everything I have in mind."
His free hand both pins me to him, and works at my tits. The fabric is thin due to the warmth of the day, and he can feel almost every curve and bump of skin, but it's not. His hand pulls from my mouth and I stifle a sob, because he's right. In my need to be alone, I discounted how much I'd put myself in danger. Help wasn't available, and I'm at his mercy.
Suddenly I hear fabric ripping as I feel the air hit my bare breasts... 'No! My favorite gown! Wait, how am I to return modestly if my clothes are torn! I'm supposed to be pure, I'm the princess!'
-- HIM --
Those facts are far from important to him, though. All he needs is to feel her, to taste her, to fuck her. She's beautiful, and he needs to have her, to claim her, to make her cry for him. His hands slip under the ruined fabric, and he harshly pinches her nipples, and she cries out for him, arching her back to try to gain some relief from the sudden pain but all it does is serve to push her ass into him and expose her neck to his teeth... which he takes advantage of, the teeth in the nape of her neck turning her cry of pain into a gasp of surprised pleasure.
He chuckles darkly at her reaction, knowing in that moment he can use her as an instrument and she will sing perfectly for him.
-- HER --
He kneads and squeezes my tits for a bit, making me ride that edge of pain and pleasure, reveling in the noises and movements in reaction to his ministrations on her. But that is short lived as his need for more overtakes him. He moves a hand from my tit, and pulls the torn dress off my shoulder, exposing the pale smooth skin he reveals to his eyes, and more importantly- to his mouth.
