She walked back towards him, her green eyes glittering with hate. She sat down against the tree and watched him tear into the freshly roasted rabbit flesh. Her belly quivered with hunger, but her arrogance and ego kept her at bay. He didn’t offer her anything, silently eating all three of the rabbits himself and putting the fire out. Cullen kept watch for a while, and then drifted off to sleep, there was no real danger in that part of the woods, and he had known it well. The only danger there was the one travelling with him.
Just before the break of dawn, he silently rose up and walked over to where Shania lay sleeping. Her red hair was strewn all around her like a fiery halo and her lovely face looked even lovelier and serene as she slept. In another lifetime, perhaps, her breathtaking beauty may have captured his heart, but not now. Not when his heart had hardened beyond the hardest of stone. Her comely form was another matter though and he felt the stirrings of lust within him, but he fought it back with the same stone cold determination he had in the heat of battle.
He chuckled at the sight of half eaten fruit and seeds strewn near her. So, the pampered princess was capable of finding food and feeding herself. He retrieved the ornamental dagger from her grasp, more so to keep her safe from it than anything else. Grinning, he held up his water skin and poured a few drops of water on her face, making her open her large green eyes in surprise and look around her frantically.
“Morning, Princess.” He grunted. “It’s time we were on the road.”
“You call this morning.” She spat. “It’s dark as night, when the sun rises… ohhh.”
He reached down and hauled her up, laying her over the saddle and mounting in one swift move. The large stallion bolted ahead, making the wind and the leaves rush past her breathless face.
“The sun will follow us soon, and then overtake us and set before us again.” Cullen laughed. “This will happen every day, until we are back to the Western Kingdom.”
“Where you will hang for your crimes, you savage.” She yelled up at him.
“Hanged, beheaded, impaled, quartered… you have to make up your mind, Princess.” He laughed into the wind. “Or do you intend to have me suffer a dozen different deaths?”
“That wouldn’t be enough.” She screamed as his laughter mingled with the rush of the wind.
***
“Today marks the tenth day since the princess has gone missing.” The gaunt man said, his slender fingers clasped tightly close to his narrow chest. “Surely, Sire, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. The people are not fools; they will know the Princess is not here… mayhap they already do.”
“I have faith in your judgment, Draco.” Gawain, king of the realm, sighed deeply. “And yet I don’t have any other choice. Those vandals at the Eastern border have left me with no other means than deception over my own people.”
“Still it was a better idea to send in a hired mercenary to rescue her than your elite knights.” Draco, the king’s most trusted advisor replied somberly. “He has some good references and is also reputed to be among the best... as well as a man of his word, quite a rarity in these times of strife.”
“Look what’s come upon the great Western Kingdom.” Gawain lamented, removing the heavy crown off his balding head. “That we cannot send our finest at our hour of need, but must rely on barbarian outlanders for a pittance of gold.”
“It is the best move you could have taken, Sire.” Draco smiled, adjusting his expensive gold inlayed tunic. “These are the days of political warfare, for kings and regents… gone are the days of glorious battle in the fields. That is best left to savage men like Cullen.”
“What will you know of the glory of battle, Draco, you are a man of the quill and with a sharp mind for manipulation.” Gawain shook his head sadly, his broad shoulders sagging. “Yet you are right, these are the days of diplomacy and shrewd governance… and so that is why I must agree to give my only daughter away in marriage to that foppish prince, what’s his name?”
“Jous-le-Fontain.” Draco said with a smile.
“What?” Gawain eyed the near skeletal man in bemusement.
“The name of the, um, foppish prince of the southern kingdom, my liege.” Draco bowed with a smirk.
“That was not a question, Draco, I know his name, and I just don’t care.” Gawain pounded his heavy fist on the throne armrest. “Oh, the things one has to do for trade and prosperity… how I miss those glorious days of battle of my youth.”
“You just fought in that one battle, Sire, and it was only for three hours.” Draco dared to remind the king.
“And there’ll be another one now, if you don’t watch your tongue.” Gawain almost laughed. “Now be gone and don’t bother me unless you have news of my only child.”
“Yes, Sire.” Draco bowed and backed out of the throne room, leaving Gawain to study the maps of the eastern borders of his kingdom.
***
Three days had past, three days of miserable weather and the constant harrying of the king’s precious cargo drove him to the brink of insanity. They had covered only two thirds of the distance to the border. The Princess Shania’s many whims and tantrums served well to delay them by a full day. If he were riding alone or with any other, they would have crossed the border into the Western Kingdom by then.
Cullen cursed as another bolt of lightning flashed across the overcast sky. It was difficult to get his bearings when he couldn’t see the sun. Only an instinctive sense of direction kept him going on. The rain started again, pelting down hard and fast. At least the tracks would be washed away for any hunters to spot if they were being followed, he felt.
Hugging the mercenary’s cloak tightly around her, Shania sat atop the horse while Cullen guided it by the reins over the slippery stones on foot. The craggy mountains rose above them and he had to lead them through the narrow passages to get to the other side and into the kingdom of king Gawain.
“I want shelter from this bad weather.” Shania cried petulantly.
“We must press on.” Cullen growled, without turning back. “We have lost too much time already.”
“No, I want to rest.” She wailed. “The rain is cold and hard… it hurts.”
Cullen clenched his teeth, gripping the hilt of his broad sword tightly. He’d love to stick the cold and hard steel into her. The gold Gawain offered him was not enough for this kind of aggravation, he made up his mind to ask the old king for tenfold the amount.
“There, I see a cave… we can shelter there for some time.” He said, snarling under his breath.
“Oh, no…. you can’t expect a princess of high noble birth to take shelter in an animal’s cave.” Shania said, with a whine.
“What can I say, your highness.” Cullen shrugged. “We seem to be out of palaces in these here parts. It’s the cave or we continue on.”
Shania didn’t respond, so he took that as a yes. He guided the great black horse carefully over the wet stones and into the cave. It was dark inside and musty, but no scent of rotting meat or feces anywhere. Cullen was thankful that it was abandoned or never habituated by anything. He tethered his horse to an outcrop of rock and moved in deeper to light a small fire.
“It’s cold and horrid in here.” Shania whined again. “And I’m hungry.”
“I’ll have a fire going soon, and I have dried meat…” He replied gruffly. “Spread that cloak on the clearing and rest.”
“My clothes are wet.” She complained, carelessly throwing the cloak on the dusty floor.
“Take them off and lay them on the rocks to dry.” Cullen sighed. “I’ve got the fire going.”
“What?” She cried angrily. “Undress in front of a lowborn like you. How dare you?”
“Then keep them on.” He shrugged.
“You callous savage; I’ll catch my death of cold.” She yelled, making him wince. “A chivalrous man would never let a woman go through this.”
“I’ve never been accused of chivalry.” He laughed, angering her further as a flash of li
ghting illuminated the cave for a split second.
“What will you lowborn savages know of chivalry?” She sneered. “A man of breeding would never lead a woman of such high birth through all this treacherous terrain.”
“Maybe you’d have preferred to rot in the cell where I found you.” He grated; his patience with her finally at breaking point.
“It was far better than enduring all this with you… you, barbarian.” She spat into the fire, making the flames sputter.
“Careful, we need that fire... for light and warmth.” He cautioned.
“I don’t care, make another one.” She screamed and made to throw the cloak over the fire.
Cullen felt his hackles rise. He had just had about enough of this arrogant little princess. Royalty or not, she was more than a pain. He’d rather face a horde of savage cannibals than endure another moment with her. He dived for her, grabbing her slender waist and dragging her down, just before she could throw the cloak over the small fire. Disgusted by her irresponsible nature he decided instinctively to treat her like the spoilt child that she was behaving as.
Shania’s breath left her as she fell to the hard ground. Cullen’s weight crushed her down for a brief moment and then he rose quickly and dragged her up with him. She screamed, trying to kick and slash at him. He threw her over his knee as he sat on a large slab of rock. His large hand pressed her down, face first across his muscular thighs. He pushed her skirt all the way up, exposing the soft round globes of her cream colored buttocks. His meaty, callused palm, hardened by thousands of hours of swordplay and hard work came down with force cracking hard on her soft yielding flesh.
“What are you doing?” She wailed in disbelief as tears rolled down her face. “Unhand me, you barbarian… you will hang for this till… aaaiiieeeee!”
“You had this coming for a long, long time.” He snarled. “Never have I met a woman as arrogant and disdainful, I am doing what should have been done ages ago.”
“Release me, uncouth savage.” She scratched as his thick legs as his heavy palm cracked across her smarting rump once more, leaving little welts of red on her alabaster skin.
Her body shook as he struck her again, three days of suppressed rage and frustration he intended to take out on her. He felt her soft body quivering against him and a strange sense of pleasure began to germinate in his mind. He felt warm and lively, he vague remembered the feeling. He used to get it in the company of women, intimate company. It had been a long time he had been with a woman, intimately, and at that moment he was at his most intimate with the princess he had ever been in the last three days.
As his mind drifted, he rested his large hand over her naked buttocks, a finger slipping in between the crack. She shivered; her screams had reduced to sobs and whimpers. He felt a strange dampness touch his fingers, a warm dampness, from between her legs. He brought his finger before his astonished eyes. It was smeared in a sticky substance, like perspiration, but only just. He brought it to his nose, the scent made his head go back. He felt giddy; something urged him to taste his finger. He stuck it is his mouth, memories of the many women in his life as a travelling mercenary came flooding back into his mind. She was in a state of arousal as she lay over his thighs, whimpering. He jabbed his fingers into the valley between her legs again and she moaned, digging her nails into his dense calf muscle. He tasted her again, filling his senses. He felt a rush of blood descend down to his loins, filling him, engorging him with a sense of virility and desire.
“Filthy savage.” Shania said, almost laughing, almost sobbing. ‘You intend to take my virginity now too.”
He remained silent as his arousal heightened. He caressed her welt covered buttocks, feeling the scars on her soft flesh as she shivered. His battle hardened fingers played with her pampered, delicate softness.
“I can feel your shameless arousal boring in to my belly.” She whispered. “Are you the lowborn savage warrior who gets to defile a princess of the highest birth?”
“Are you asking me or telling me, woman?” Cullen’s voice was thick, his breathing erratic. A haze of lust clouded his mind, just as a haze of battle would whenever he was at war.
“Never has a man treated me this way, you beast.” She said huskily, the desire in her voice thick. “You offend me, and yet I am aroused by you.”
“I could say the same, Princess.” He groaned, his hand slipping between her thighs again.
“You wish to defile me… as much as I wish to be defiled by you.” She arched her back as he lifted her up in his arms.
She grabbed at his hair, pulling his face over hers. Her soft, cherry red lips pressed against his hard, scarred ones. He opened his mouth, letting in her small pink tongue to dance with his large crimson one. She bit his lips with the savage passion that she accused him of. He returned the favor, lifting her up and holding her close.
Cullen’s mind raced, he was committing the ultimate crime a mercenary ever could, dallying with the mark. He could really be put to death for this. But cold rationality left him for the moment; and only hot erratic passion filled his mind, heart and loins.
Shania sighed deeply; she had fun at the palace before, with her several suitors and a few of the handsome knights, especially when her father, the king, had been away on matters of state. She knew all about men and what the pleasures they could give her, but she had never met a man like Cullen before in her life. Frustrated that she had to meet him under such circumstances and the fact that a savage barbarian would make her feel so enamored from the moment she saw him bursting into her cell at the Keep, she decided to be extremely mean and unjust toward him and it backfired, yet she was thankful for it.
As they broke apart for air, she smiled at him, her green eyes misted over. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes of his lust. She slipped her hand under his kilt and grasped his thickness with her soft, slender hand. Her eyes went wide and he gave her a knowing smile.
“Barbarian!” She gasped. “Now that… is your most potent weapon.”
“It has been mentioned before.” He grinned.
Within moments they were out of their wet clothes ignoring the horse a few paces away and giving into the delirious promises their passion held. Shania dropped down to her knees as she had done several times before, forgetting her lofty position of a high born regal and beheld the behemoth between Cullen’s thighs in her hands. She gasped at the sight of it and it was yet to attain its entire stature. She looked up at him and saw the fire in his steel blue eyes. The desire in them urged her to do what she herself yearned to do next.
Shania felt a bit uncertain, though every her instinct wanted her to take this monster into her mouth.
“Princess, have at mine.” He encouraged her, caressing her fiery hair.
“Oh, Cullen, it’s so… so…” She stuttered, and yet she couldn’t stop herself. She leaned forward and gingerly kissed the apple sized gleaming cockhead. The manly musk of his arousal filled her nostrils, igniting her senses and pushing her to she take all of it in.
“Oh, Shania.” She heard him groan. “Princess...”
She held up the huge organ with both hands and began licking all around the underside of it. It did look like a lethal weapon suspended over her head, threatening to drop on her at any time. She held the root, her slender fingers scarcely surrounding the incredible girth. Cullen’s cock surged as if it was alive, pumping blood into the squirming veins, yearning for her mouth.
“By the gods, Cullen.” Shania moaned. “I don’t believe even a horse has one this large.”
“You may be right there to some extent…” He groaned, glancing at the black stallion as it watched them impassively. Cullen’s mammoth erection attained its full pulsing length and he staggered backward and sat down on a slab of rock, leaning back and resting on his elbows. His monstrous cock looked like war club as it swayed from side to side in the flickering light of the cave.
Shania watched in awe as it vigorously throbbed before her enthralled e
yes. She lost all control of herself and pounced on it like a tigress would on its prey, her hungry mouth open wide. She felt the thickness slide down her throat and her jaws ached from the stress. Yet she continued as the dense weight of Cullen’s cock squashed her tongue downward. She moaned and looked up, his blue eyes shone with lust. She wondered about the kind of orgasm his gigantic cock would erupt out of it and if she could take it all in her mouth. His balls were large and hairy to hold enough of his seed, she observed, as she fondled them and kept stroking the shaft in tandem. Cullen stiffened and jerked his hips gently pushing more of his massive member into her throat.
“Oh, Princess.” Cullen moaned. “It won’t be too long... it has been many a moon that I’ve been with a woman… uuhh… and I must release the stress…”
Shania nodded in agreement and squirmed her tongue under his thick cock. The apple like cockhead pulsed deep down her throat, making her gag hard, and he found that pleasurable. The sensitivity under the crown of his enormous organ responded to the deep vibrations of her throat and he jerked his hips and grasped at her head.
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