“Dearest Lizbett, I must discipline you because I love you, because I want you to be happy and at peace. Any time you feel anger towards me because I punish you, please remember that.”
Surrendering into his arms she let out a long breath.
“Yes, Sir, I will, and I love you back, so very much.”
He held her until he knew she was feeling whole again, then gently kissing her he took his leave. He did have matters that needed his attention, and one of them was standing at attention in his pants.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The suns had set, and after tearfully hugging her father goodbye Lizbett donned a hooded cloak and hurried across the courtyard. Waiting for her at the door of the carriage Larian helped her inside then climbed in after her. Being an outstanding horseman, Zoltaire had been chosen to lead Scarlet as he rode his own horse until the mare settled down, then she would be attached to the carriage next to Thunder.
Flanked either side by the warriors the carriage rolled slowly out of the castle grounds, over the drawbridge and on to the road. The moons would be high in the sky when they crossed through the wall that surrounded Verdana, and then they would be in open country. They would be safe until the following day when they would enter the barren land where the marauders lived.
Larian wanted to travel the perilous part of the journey during the daylight hours. If the marauders did attempt to stop them Larian would see them coming; it would offer him and his warriors time to prepare, giving them the advantage. The barren land was flat and dry, there were no boulders the marauders could hide behind, only a few shrubs, so there was no fear of an ambush.
Larian wasn’t concerned about them per se; they weren’t a threat. They were weak fighters and even if significantly outnumbered the warriors would easily cut them down, but he didn’t want Lizbett to see battle; it was bloody and ugly. He also didn’t want them to see her; she would be the only reason they might risk a fight.
As they reached the outskirts of the kingdom, Lizbett curled up against him and nestled her head into his shoulder.
“Won’t we stop at all until we reach your house?”
“Yes, Lizbett, of course,” he replied pulling down the shades to block anyone peering inside. “The horses need the rest, and you will too. We will travel until we pass the barren land, then we will be guests of an elderly uncle of mine. He was once a fierce warrior and he is a legend in our Kingdom.”
“Why doesn’t he still live there?”
“He could, and he is always welcome, but when his days serving the realm came to an end, the Prince gifted him a beautiful home atop a knoll, with much land and many animals. It has a forest in which he can hunt, a lake in which he can fish and swim, and he is living his life in peace and harmony with the woman he married as a young warrior. He has grown children and they have many children, and there is always family coming and going.”
“It sounds wonderful. What a happy way to live out your life,” Lizbett sighed.
“He suffered greatly for it,” Larian remarked.
He fell quiet, and Lizbett saw there were painful stories about his uncle Larian held dear, and close to his heart.
“My bottom is so sore,” she complained thinking she should change the subject.
“I’m glad. What a naughty girl you were. I hope you’re ashamed of yourself, carrying on like such a spoiled child.”
“I didn’t tell it was sore so you scold me again,” she pouted. “I told you so you would hug me as you did after you whipped me.”
“There is a time for tenderness, a time for punishment, and a time for truth. You just heard the truth.”
“Oh, Larian, you can be so hard.”
“You said that earlier.”
“You were hard then as well!”
“I will be hard whenever necessary,” he said firmly, then suddenly gripping her hair he yanked it back and gazed his aqua eyes into hers. “And whenever I want to kiss you, I will do that too.”
His warrior’s mouth pressed on hers, then moved slowly, gently kissing, then artfully he slipped both his lips over her lower one and began to suck. His clutching hand prevented any movement, and when his other hand began to fondle her breasts she let out a cry of surprise, then a moan of need, then slowly releasing her lips he brought his mouth to her ear.
“That is one way I will kiss you, and I will do so whenever I choose. Just as I will caress these beautiful breasts when I choose, or touch your womanliness on the outside of her underwear when I choose, and the inside too, when we reach my house. I will rub your nugget when I choose, I will suckle your nipples when I choose, and pinch them,” he said, quickly tweaking her nipples with the tips of his fingers.
“Ouch..ooh…but it feels so good,” she moaned, “you are making me weak.”
“I know, and as I teach you the ways of your body you will grow much weaker, and that is how you must be. That is where your happiness lies, and also your strength.”
His hand was roaming over her stomach, moving lower, and she separated her legs, urgently pulling up the folds of fabric.
“Please, Sir, please rub me again as you did last night?”
“You call me Sir because you feel my authority when I have your hair clutched as I do, you call me Sir because you feel the power of my hand roaming across your body and you know it will possess you. Isn’t that right, Lizbett?”
“Yes, Sir,” she groaned. “Please, please touch me there again.”
“You ask so sweetly and so I will, but only for a moment,” he said softly, and moving his hand between her legs he whispered his fingers across the damp, thin gusset of her underwear.
“Ooh, more, please, more.”
“No, no more,” he replied pushing her hands from her dress so it would fall back around her legs. “Perhaps when we stop for our rest I will rub you and bring on that tingling moment, but only if you’re a very good girl.”
“But, Sir, I need it now, I really do. I feel hungry down there.”
“You must remain hungry,” he said firmly. “It is a good way for you to be.”
“But why?” she bleated.
“It is all part of your learning,” he said tenderly. “Now pay attention. In a moment I am going to release your hair, and you are going to do something for me.”
“Anything you ask, Sir, anything.”
“You saw my manliness when you crept into my bed, didn’t you?”
A hot flush moved across her face, but she couldn’t drop her head because her hair was coiled around his fingers and he was holding her tightly, so she lowered her eyelids.
“No, look at me,” he ordered giving her hair a tug.
“Oh, Sir, I’m…I’m…”
“Embarrassed? You needn’t be embarrassed. Tell me, what did you think?”
“I…uh…didn’t know what to think, not at first,” she stammered.
“And then?”
“And then I thought it looked soft, and kind of…sorry to say this, but…uh…weak.”
“At that time it was, but now, now it is hard and strong, and when I release your hair you are to place your hand there.”
“Sir?” she gasped.
“You will feel it through my clothes, then you will unfasten the patch that lays across the front of my trousers and you will pull it out.”
“Oh, Sir, I’m not sure I can,” she protested staring up at him.
“Of course you can, it won’t bite,” he smiled.
“I don’t know why I feel so strange about it.”
“You will do as I ask, or must I spank you again?”
“No, please, my bottom is so sore.”
“Then you will obey me, yes?”
“Yes, I will obey you,” she breathed.
He kissed her again, tenderly consuming her mouth before traveling to her neck and lightly nibbling, then rested his lips at her ear.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He released her, and cautiously she looked down
at his crotch. Tentatively she moved her hand to rest on the patch of fabric that was fastened at the waist by wooden buttons.
“It is so big and so hard,” she breathed.
“Open the flap.”
Her nimble fingers were trembling, but she managed to unfasten the thick buttons, and peeling back the swatch of fabric she stared at his bulging manhood.
“It is nothing like what I saw.”
“Take hold of it,” he said firmly. “There’s nothing to be concerned about.”
Carefully wrapping her fingers around its girth she continued to stare, and her trepidation slipped into curiosity.
“Move your hand up and down, rub it, massage it,” he said, the tone of his voice deepening.
“Does it bring you pleasure, Sir, the way your fingers rubbing my nugget gives me pleasure? she asked as she carefully began to stroke.
“Yes, exactly the same,” he growled, “don’t stop.”
“It is so…powerful…so…hard and big.”
“On our wedding night I will slide it inside you, and pump you until you have that magical moment you had last night.”
“On our wedding night?” she said softly, her violet eyes sparkling up at him.
“Yes, Lizbett. I have decided you are to be my wife.”
“Larian,” she breathed.
“That is very good, Lizbett, keep rubbing just like that.”
“But, Larian…”
“You wish to say something?”
“All those other men who came to court me, they all asked me, begged me even, to be their wife. You just decided and so it is? Don’t you want to ask me?”
“I am a Warrior Of The First Order. You have loved me since our youth, as I have loved you. Do you think I should have doubt?”
“No, it’s just…”
“Lizbett, I am not like other men. I am not weak, or frail, and I don’t ask a question when I already know the answer, not unless I want to catch someone in a lie. You are deliriously happy right now because you are to be my wife, you know our future is before us, and rather than question my methods perhaps you should be thanking me for choosing you.”
“Oh, Larian, you spin my head and heart.”
“I know, and that’s how it should be, not the other way around, but why have you stopped rubbing? This is the perfect way to celebrate our engagement.”
“It is, oh, it is,” she sighed.
“You will rub it until it erupts. When it does I will groan, and then you will wipe away the mess, and I will be very pleased with you.”
“I have nothing to wipe it with,” she frowned.
“Yes, you do, your petticoats. I want you to wipe me clean with your petticoats. This way you will have my essence under your dress for half of our journey, and it will be our special secret.”
“It will,” she smiled. “It’s a strange secret, but as I think about it, I like it.”
“You’ll have to wash it off when we reach my uncle’s house, but this is a service you will do because you are mine now, and you wish to please me.”
“Sir,” she breathed, “you are right, you are different, so different, and you make me feel different.”
“Be a good girl and rub, rub vigorously and make me happy.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you for teaching me.”
“This is just the beginning,” he sighed surrendering to the pleasure of her fingers. “Just the very beginning.”
Though slightly bewildered Lizbett was overjoyed; his offer of marriage wasn’t like an offer at all. The others had brought her gifts, expensive gifts, and flowers and cakes, but none of them had made her feel as Larian did, as Larian was making her feel right at that moment, and that feeling was growing all the time. His announcement that he’d decided she would be his wife had made her feel the flippity flip, and as his member began to ooze tiny drops, and his breath grew short and rapid, the flippity flip began flipping even more.
“Yes, Lizbett, good girl, harder, harder, yes, good girl.”
Fascinated, her eyes could not leave his cock, but the flippity flip had left her feeling oddly weak and she leaned against his chest for support; his heart was profoundly beating, so much so it almost frightened her, then unexpectedly it began to jerk.
The groan he’d promised was deep and long as his hot cream dribbled down her fingers. He was panting, and it was shriveling into the soft thing she’d seen resting under his hand, then he let out a heavy sigh and it was over. Quickly pulling up her dress she held the middle petticoat and wiped up the mess, then stared down at it.
“This is the most extraordinary thing,” she declared.
“What is?” he panted.
“I just wiped your…stuff…all over my petticoat.”
“Yes, you did,” he sighed.
“Did you just cast a spell on me?”
“Yes, wife to be, I did.”
“Thank goodness, because otherwise I’d think there was something very wrong with me,” she frowned staring down at the wet stain on the pristine silk.
“Put me away and button the flap,” he said softly, “then come and curl into me.”
Laying his flaccid cock on its side, she pushed the edges of the flap back into the sides of the opening setting it into place, then fastened the buttons.
“You just did something very important,” he whispered.
“Rubbing you like that? Is that what you mean?”
“That’s part of it, but there was a bigger part. Can you guess what that was?”
She paused, burrowing more closely against his body, then a small smile crossed her lips.
“I know,” she murmured.
“Tell me.”
“I obeyed you without question or protest.”
“Yes, Princess, you did, and I’m very proud of you. Now I must drift for a moment, and you should rest as well. Soon we will be at the barren land, and then we must be awake and alert.”
“Yes, Larian,” she sighed, and though there was still a restless yearning between her legs she curled into him and closed her eyes.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The miles ticked by, the moons glided across the sky, and the East sun began to shine its brilliance upon the land; Lizbett woke up and stared out at the full, rich landscape. This was the furthest she’d ventured outside Verdana and the foliage was decidedly different.
Orange and red trees hung with abundant flowers, and her sensitive nose smelled the myriad fragrances. Larian had been awake for some time, and had lifted the shades so she could see the view as soon as she stirred from sleep.
“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured, “and it smells tangy and sweet at the same time.”
“No doubt you can appreciate the aromas better than most,” he smiled, “but even I can smell the citrus flavors that linger in the air.”
“I see fruits hanging, some of them I recognize but others I don’t.”
“When we reach my uncle’s home you will enjoy them. He has many of these trees, and an abundance of their fruit, especially in this season.”
“I’m so excited,” she smiled, “I’m really enjoying this whole thing. I thought it would be more difficult to travel so far in this carriage, but it’s not.”
“We traveled quickly in the night,” he remarked. “The roads were empty, and the horses enjoyed the brisk night air. There were stretches when they were galloping.”
“Did you check on Scarlet? I’m worried about her.”
“Yes, of course, we won’t let anything happen to Scarlet. She is having a wonderful time, and still has energy. We thought she’d be ready to jog next to Thunder by now, but her enthusiasm is boundless.”
“Where are we? Are we nearing the barren land?”
“Yes, it’s not far. There’s a small village where we will stop and take a break. You can stretch your legs and freshen up at the inn, we can have a quick meal, the horses can eat and drink, and then we will head forward into the only perilous part of the journey.”
“Do
you think we’ll have trouble?”
“I don’t. The marauders intercepted the carriage on the way to Verdana, and even stuffed with hampers of food my men were able to convince them to leave. They are not warriors, they are scavengers, and they do not wish to battle, especially not those who are superior. I’m surprised they even approached the carriage. They may have been curious, or even hoping some scraps would be thrown their way.”
“So if they did attack us, you could deal with them?”
“I could deal with them by myself and step away with not a scratch. With all six of my men, they wouldn’t even have time to lift their weapons.”
“Oh, then, I’m not worried anymore,” she smiled. “Can we stop and pick some fruit?”
“No, we must keep going, but the village is close.”
“How are you this morning, Larian? Did you drift easily?” she giggled.
“I did, very easily,” he replied. “I have a great deal of energy right now.”
“You don’t feel like this when you ride?”
“No. Sitting inside a carriage is not something I normally do, Princess,” he said with a wry gin.
“You do look a bit out of place,” she grinned back.
“Warriors ride or run or fight, they are not passengers. I will mount up when we leave the village.”
“But you’ll ride close to the carriage, won’t you?”
“Of course. Don’t worry, Lizbett, I will make sure no harm will come to you.”
Settling back in her seat she sighed happily. It was strange being so far away from home, but it was thrilling and fun, and her thoughts began to move forward.
I’ll be the wife of a warrior and a Commander. So much more exciting than some boring noble. I wonder what will happen when I take the throne? We must live in Verdana, but we could holiday in Zanderone. It’s going to be interesting to see his house. I hope he has servants, I have to have servants.
“We’re approaching the village,” he remarked breaking into her thoughts.
“I’m so glad, I need to stretch, and I want to check on Scarlet.”
The carriage began to slow, and she peered out at the modest homes as they came into view. They were similar to the houses in the villages in Verdana, but their gardens were full of blossoming flowers and small shrubs.
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