Ch.01 - Iyva's Seduction
This is my first Literotica submission. I would be happy with any feedback. This story is hopefully going to be many many parts (if you like it). I wanted to get the characters down AND reward you for your patience with some action, whilst keeping it short and sweet so you dont get too bored! I have done my best to make every paragraph as scintillating as the last, and by the time you get there it will taste all the sweeter for your perseverance. When I started writing I started writing for the women, but as it went on I decided that it could be just as appealing for the man, especially with the build-up of suspense, so the "-" symbol denotes a change between the male or female point of view. Please enjoy!
"What the hell did you expect Iyva?" He slammed the door behind him.
My father had just informed me I was to marry the older brother of a good friend of mine. At my young age I expected to wait another two or three years before even being eligible to marry, but apparently the war had changed everything and I needed to produce an heir because my mother could not. Being the oldest girl always had its benefits, but now I wanted to be anything but.
I tried to sleep that night, but I would not be able to. Matthew had always been aloof and it seemed he tried not to even look at me. I could not believe I was being forced to marry this man just so my father was allowed to fight on the front lines of his stupid war. He wanted to expand his empire... That was all. He did not care what he put his people through. He did not care what he put his own daughter through. I hated being the daughter of a King and being told I should be thankful for it every day of my life.
Two days later I found myself wearing make up for the first time, my breasts pushed up so high I felt they were getting in the way, and my corset so tight I could barely breathe. Adding my nervous disposition towards meeting Matthew for the first time since being told I would be his wife meant I felt ready to faint at the drop of a hat.
"It has been a long time Iyva." Matthew grinned as he stepped down from his carriage. He gave me his arm and I allowed him to escort me into the dining hall. Matthew was much taller than I was, his added ten years showing in how easy everything was for him. He knew how to act and what to do, whereas I had been given a more formal education on etiquette only in the last few months. I could feel the muscle underneath his shirt. I guess I could do a lot worse than Lord Matthew Branson.
When we sat down to eat we did not speak a word, and let my parents do all the talking. I nodded politely, not trusting myself to speak. I would only say something I regretted later. I could not help but think of what his skin would feel like next to mine, and all plenty of other things I had only ever heard the maids discuss.
"I was thinking of taking Princess Iyva to the hunting lodge after breakfast. There are some marvellous purple flowers I have never seen blooming before, I do not even know the name of them. We could take lunch with us, if that is acceptable." My father looked delighted that Matthew was so enthusiastic.
"Oh don't worry Matthew I don't want to put you out." I tried to put it off. I did not want to spend any time alone with him. My voice cracked, and I felt like I had been found out, and that my thoughts were written across my forehead.
"Don't be silly Iyva I would love to show them to you." He grinned and looked at my father.
"Yes of course. You shall be married in two months; I do not see the need to send a chaperone with you."
"Don't worry your majesty, I won't let her get into any trouble."
"Glad to hear it Matthew, glad to hear it." My father turned to his new wife and continued a private conversation with her.
"I hope you keep to your word, Lord Matthew." I avoided his gaze.
"Of course. I shan't let you out of my sight." He smirked.
I was still not used to riding side saddle, and I sat stiffly in my corset. Matthew walked his horse next to mine and mounted. He was very sure of himself, walking with a sort of swagger. I tried not to think of him as handsome but it was impossible. He was very tall, immaculately dressed. You could tell he was well built, and I couldn't help thinking about what our first night together would be like, no matter how much I was scared of it.
I needed time to clear my head and a ride would do just that. I swung my leg back over the horse to ride normally and cantered off as fast as I could towards the lodge. It took only a few hours to get there if you were going fast. I could hear Matthew swearing behind me. I did not mean to make him angry, but I could not help but need some space after this morning's breakfast. I was panting hard, restricted by the corset. I tried to catch my breath but I could not. Just as I decided to slow down, a deer darted across the trail and spooked the horse. He quickened his pace and belted off. I tried as hard as I possibly could to hold on. The sun beating down and the quick pace soon got to me, and I found my grip loosening as my world turned black. I did not feel the floor as I fell from the horse, I was already out.
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By the time I caught up to her she must have been lying on the floor for over five minutes. Her voluminous skirts had ridden up as she fell, and I could see her supple young legs were open slightly. Her chest was rising and falling, she had obviously just knocked herself out. The corset was not going to help, obviously. I walked around the front of her and looked at her panties. Pretty skimpy for a princess, I grinned, they were frilly and silky pink but they barely covered her modesty. I had waited to have her for over a year now. I saw how she had blossomed and how she was not interested in any men, and knew I had to be the one to show her the delights of womanhood. Thankfully, I had the king eating from the palm of my hand as I had already agreed I would get him an heir within a year of marriage. The poor old man actually wanted me to screw his daughter, it was almost laughable.
I bent over and slowly removed her knickers. She was nicely trimmed and kept herself neat. I do not like it when they shave, it can get prickly if they don't keep on top of it, and so this was perfect for me. It was all I could do not to rape her right there and then... but I wanted her to enjoy it, if I possible. It would be foolish to put her off forever when I could have her every day of my life if I were lucky enough to get her to want it. I smelt the knickers before putting them in my breast pocket, savouring the smell so I could look forward to her even more.
We were just round the corner from the lodge, so I carried her to the upstairs bedroom and lay her on the bed. Good, it has posters. That could be useful to tie her to in future. I went to the bathroom and got some cold water and a flannel. It took a couple minutes of talking and dabbing her face before she started to come round rather groggily.
