Conquering Her

by Rachel Blinkman

  “I… yes, your majesty, I will do as you wish.”

  “Good. Now remove your armor, breeches and loin cloth.”

  “As you command, my lady.” Randal’s hands shook as he undid his plate mail and lowered his breeches. His loin cloth came off next, revealing his rising weapon of lust.

  Hannah gasped at what she saw. She had never seen one before, well, in the flesh at least. This Randal the Righteous was hung like a horse, well, almost. But it had to be at least a foot long as it stood up hard and straight.

  “It’s rather… impressive.” She said in a throaty voice. “What does it do?”

  Randal didn’t reply. His face was turned away from her, very red and embarrassed as he sat there with his rock hard cock on display for her pleasure.

  Hannah reached out and gingerly touched the pulsing flesh. It was hard and quite warm and she liked the way it felt to her touch. She got bolder and grabbed the thick shaft with both hands, her fingers barely encircling the dense girth. Her hands slid up and down the hard, rubbery flesh making it throb even more. She had never done this before and it excited her more than anything ever had. A man’s erect organ in her hands, never in her wildest dreams had Hannah ever considered this. And it felt so real, the hardness, the warmth and the intense surge his cock was emanating. Some instinct told her that stroking her hands up and down on the foot long thing was the natural thing to do, and it must be, for she heard soft grunts and groans from Randal that could only be from the pleasure of her touch and what she was doing.

  “What does this thing do, Randal?” She asked as innocently as one would about anything. “Why is it so hard… and hot?”

  “Uh… my princess. Unngh!” The man struggled to reply as he lay down on his back. “You said… you would just look… uh, you should stop…”

  “I am looking, in a deeper way to understand these things.” Hannah said with a smirk, now completely emboldened by her dominance of this strapping hunk of a man. She reached down and cupped his tightened balls in her left hand as she continued to stroke the rigid flesh of his straining cock with her right. “Is something going to happen as I do this?”

  “I… oh, yes… yes.” The strong man whimpered like a little puppy. “Princess, please…”

  “Does doing this make you feel good?” She asked him with a mischievous smile. It did make her feel good, fondling and stroking his hard member even as a pleasurable warm wetness spread from between her own legs.

  “Yes. It does.” His throaty gurgle mingled with the deep groans she was getting out of him. “Oh… uh… yes!”

  Hannah’s eyes went wide and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Randal’s cock got even harder and quivered violently before her face and then his deep chest heaved and he grunted like an animal. A thick, white rope of something shot out of the deep slit on his red hot cockhead. She watched in amazement as the jet of gooey stuff arced in the air before her startled face and fell back down, even as more of it ejected from his throbbing manhood. She leaned over it and let some of it splash on her face and mouth. She didn’t know why she did it, something compelled her to. And as she tasted it, her eyes lit up. The stuff was quite a delicacy, and more of it was spewing out. An insane urge came over her and she popped the pulsing head of the knight’s cock into her mouth, savoring the taste of his flowing seed. She had read about it before and seen a few pictures, but nothing could compare all of that to this experience, real or virtual.

  “Oh, Princess… this is … uh, unbecoming… the king will…”

  “Oh, to the nether with the king.” Hannah released his cock and snapped at him. “Will you tell him about this, or will I?”

  “No, my princess… but I…”

  “Then shut up and enjoy this.” She laughed and climbed on top of the large man.

  His cock was still hard and pumping his fluids when she positioned herself over him. She straddled him as if he were a horse, and with his cock pressed upwards and flat against his belly, she jammed the thick shaft between her wet and swollen pussy lips and began slowly sliding her body up and down. How she knew of doing this she couldn’t tell, she just did it and the sensation of his hard and slick cock rubbing against her sensitive pussy lips and her throbbing clit made her lose her senses. She rode him like a wild woman, grunting and gasping, feeling every inch of his cock slide up and down her moist slit.

  She felt a thrill at the sensation of his large, rough hands on her naked buttocks. He held her over him, pushing her up and down, further intensifying her pleasure. Oh, how could she have been such a fool all her life? This one instance was worth more than living ten years of the stagnant life she had so far been. Hollander was so right when he assessed her, and thanks to Derek, this world of pleasure was now open to her, even if it was all just in her mind.

  Randal’s subdued grunts sent flurrying waves of excitement through her. The fact that she now had the upper hand on this man gave further incentive to her overcoming the fears she always had about intimacy. He groaned even louder and she felt the hot splash of his seed once more, against her hot wanting flesh. She had made him release yet again and that excited her no end. And enough to trigger her own release, and her world turned upside down. Yes, it was all inside her mind, but it felt every bit as real, and even more real than anything she had ever felt. She shook violently and grabbed at her hapless lover with savage passion as waves of ecstatic bliss wracked her young and nubile body. It seemed to last forever as she laughed and sobbed with mindless bliss, and then at long last when the waves ebbed and subsided, Hannah grasped at Randal’s surprised face and kissed him full on the lips, tasting his tongue as she sucked on it.

  “You cannot take me to that aging oaf Albrecht, my knight.” She said, breaking free of the savage kiss. “I will not be trapped with a senile and useless husband just so two kingdoms can barter trinkets with one another. Take me away… away from here and I will give you more pleasure than you will have ever known in this life of boring servitude you live.”

  “My princess.” Randal managed to gasp. “It is but my duty… to my king…and to you.”

  “You righteous fool!” Hannah laughed as she slowly rose off the beleaguered man. “What you enjoyed now was a mere tasting. A feast awaits you. You have never felt the warmth of being inside a woman before… what we did was just wait by the door… when you come inside and sit by the fire, you will know true pleasure that is to be within a woman… and I will know the pleasure of being taken by a man.”

  “My princess.” Randal sat up and covered his face in his large palms. “I don’t know what to say… I am torn between by duty… and… and my heart…”

  ‘More like your duty and your lovely cock.’ Hannah smirked to herself. She knew she had him now, and it wouldn’t be long before she could be rid of him. Ah, but it did feel quite amazing to hold power over such a man.

  “Take me away, Sir Randal… take me away, far away from here.” She looked at the crestfallen warrior with fire in her eyes. “Far away from either of these petty kingdoms and I swear I will make your nights more enjoyable than your days.”

  “My princess… I…” He looked up at her with a pained expression and sighed. “Yes, yes… I will take you away from here. Down the eastern road… we will come to the lower end of the Rouen River, from there we can cross to newer land, and…”

  “And be free to live as we choose.” Hannah added resolutely and walked over to her midnight colored mare.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Hannah opened her eyes abruptly. She found herself in a small room of some kind, and then recollection came flooding back. Randal had escorted her far to the south of their original destination and they had taken separate rooms in a small inn by the riverfront.

  The soft tap on the locked door sounded again and she realized it was that which had woken her up. She got off the bed and smoothed down her gown. Outside the door, Randal was waiting for her as she peered through the crack. Memories of her seducing him came flooding back into h
er mind and she blushed deep scarlet.

  “Good morning, Princess.” The tall knight nodded at her. He was his usual self, all honor-bound and righteous. It was as if nothing had happened between them, but then they were heading away from their intended objective. And she was glad for that, or al least the Princess Hélène was.

  Good morning to you as well, my gallant protector.” She gave him a brief smile. “Shall we be on our way, further east?”

  “Aye, we shall, your majesty.” He nodded. “But not yet, I must aid the local militia here to capture a wily scoundrel who has been troubling these parts, for a long time.”

  “Oh, er… be careful, Sir Randal.” She didn’t know what else to say. It might as well be all part of the game-play.

  “Fret not for me, my princess. I will return soon.” Randal bowed and she closed the door.

  Hannah waited by the closed door, listening for his footfalls as he rapidly went downstairs. She sighed and then bolted the door to her room shut. This could be her chance, she thought, to give the resolute knight the slip. But how would she do it? She looked around the little room. It seemed pleasant enough. The medium sized bed in the middle with clean sheets and pillows proved to be very warm and refreshing indeed. She remembered little of the night before when Randal acquired the rooms for them. She had rushed into the room and headed right for bed.

  On a little table made of wood beside the bed there were a clay jar and two cups. Hannah picked up the jar and took a whiff at the sweet sour odor. She poured the pale red liquid into a cup and took a deep swig of the sour wine, relishing this new and heady taste. The invigorating concoction refreshed her and got her thinking again about her brazen antics of the day before. She wondered if she should wait for Randal to return and have an encore of their encounter or make her escape right then. She bit her lip and decided on the former. She could always escape him at a later time, owing that she had him literally wrapped around her finger now.

  Hannah laughed softly and slowly removed her gown to stand before the basin of cool water near the only window. She looked at her reflection in the water and sighed. If only she had made use of this rather beautiful body she had in all the years she wasted being frightened. With a shrug she languidly splashed water on her face, neck and breasts. The invigorating coolness made her sigh and Hannah spread her thighs wide to let some of it splash over her aching pussy. The memory of Randal’s magnificent member had made her all wet and sticky down there.

  With a sudden crack the small wooden window to her room splintered to pieces as something came hurtling through it into the room. Hannah nearly fell backwards with fright. She snatched up her scepter and held it up before her with both hands.

  “Who are you?” She snarled at the intruder, amazed at her own aggression. She sensed that this part of her nature was too that of her character’s attributes, just as her behavior was with Randal by the stream the day before. “Speak up, knave… lest I cave in your skull.”

  The figure rose up to its knees slowly and laughed softly. Hannah could see that it was a man, tall and broad with long and slender legs. Nowhere near the imposing stature of Randal, and yet no less intriguing. She quivered slightly as certain immodest thoughts left her oblivious to her current undressed condition.

  “Ah, but you are a pleasing sight.” The intruder chuckled and stood up to his full height. “Do you always greet strangers in this enticing manner?”

  “It is you who has intruded upon my privacy. Again, who are you?” Hannah twirled the scepter expertly before her, feeling very confident in her ability and her state of nudity. “Answer me before I call for my guards.”

  “You have guards… you must be royalty of some kind.” The tall young man, dark haired and blue eyed, grinned at her with lustful intent. His body fitting leggings and tunic outlined a rather whip lean and muscular build. He also wore a metal studded leather jerkin and light boots made for silent treading. Several ebony hilted vicious looking blades sheathed to the broad belt on his slim waist seemed his only weapons. “And though I would love the pleasure of your exalted company,” He laughed softly as his eyes brazenly stared at her nakedness. “I will be leaving soon… I am being hunted.”

  Hannah inhaled sharply and narrowed her eyes at the younger man. He seemed familiar, something about him made her feel strangely comfortable too. And it was strange too that she remained unashamed being naked in front of a stranger once again.

  “Why are you hunted?” She lowered the scepter, allowing his eyes to drink in the full spectacle of her state of undress.

  He laughed again; a cheery boyish chuckle that made her heart flutter. She eyed him with interest. He was very good looking, and even though he was much younger than she, she experienced no shame towards the lust she felt for him. His dark hair falling across his brow as he laughed and the way his blue eyes glittered made her experience a pleasurable tightness in her stomach. She bit her lip watching him flex his muscular arms as he placed them on his hips and grinned away.

  “I am Kaenen, master acquirer of precious rarities, and I am being hunted for my prowess and skill… among other things.” The young man gave her another grin that made her swoon.

  “And what prowess and skill are you being hunted for on this fine morning?” She inquired, almost out of breath.

  “For acquiring a gilded chalice from Duke Franco’s private collection... and after which for giving his second wife more satisfaction than he ever could.” Kaenen’s brash, devil-may-care attitude impressed her like nothing ever had before.

  “So now where do you intend to go from here?” She raised an eyebrow at him and ran the tip of her tongue over her full lower lip.

  “Hm, I could stay here, safe until this blows over.” He looked at her with an air of amused confidence. “If you would allow so, your majesty?”

  “Now why would I want that, you unmannered rogue.” Hannah feigned a glare at him, even as she caressed her flaring hips for his leering eyes.

  “It appears to me that you are in need of something. Perhaps we can make a deal. Yes?” His suave grin became more seductive.

  “You are quite perceptive… for an ordinary thief.” She smiled just as enticingly and cupped her full breasts in her palms, holding them upward. “Yes, I may allow you to hide here, provided you in turn do me a favor.”

  “Indeed, your majesty. It is what most women ever want from me, and I am well equipped for that very purpose.” He placed his hands on his hips, posturing as if he was a gift to women from every god ever known.

  “Truly, you are what most women would accept as fair payment for a favor…” Hannah laughed as she felt herself gaining control. She turned around and arched her back, thrusting her generous behind toward him as she lifted one knee onto the bed. She heard his gasp and looked over her shoulder, her blue eyes smoldering like sapphires of seduction. “And yet, you see, that the favor of you is also what you want of me… so that, in fact, is not a favor for me at all.”

  Kaenen looked a little taken aback at her brazen display of herself and he shook his head in obvious disbelief. Hannah exulted inwardly at the effect she was having on him and climbed up onto the bed. Lowering herself down and propping her head on one hand she displayed the full curve of her hips to him as she lay on her side. Her bare breasts nestled freely on the bed and her erect nipples ached with desire. She felt a warm throb between her thighs and pressed them together and moaned, enraptured by her own lust. She sensed her body being possessed once again by a heightened consciousness and she surrendered to its demand.

  “Come; show me what you are so skilled at…” Hannah surprised herself by the shameless desire in her tone of voice.

  Kaenen was in no need of encouragement as he climbed up on the bed and crawled over to her. Hannah felt a thrill run through her body, and reveled in its pleasure. She let the excitement of anticipation take over and surrendered herself to this handsome devil. A part of her, the old Hannah from before screamed, she wanted to flee, but now the ta
bles were reversed. Her character in the game, the Princess Hélène, had imprisoned that negative part of her that had so far dominated her personality. She felt like a new person, an enlightened soul, a positive entity at long last. Her naked skin gleamed with the perspiration of her lust and she spread her legs wide for her young lover to explore.

  Her sharp gasp reverberated off the walls as his inquisitive hand delicately brushed her naked inner thigh. His eager grin sent a chill through her as she felt his rough palm caress over her sensitive flesh. She flinched slightly and then suppressed it, reveling instead in the sizzling sensation of his soothing touch on her fevered skin.

  “I could see that you wanted this from the very moment I entered…” Kaenen whispered seductively. “Fortuna and her Fates smiled upon me when I chose this room to find refuge in.”

  “Yes, you have been blessed… but be gentle… I am yet pure.” Hannah inhaled sharply and arched her back as his hands tenderly moved closer to her moist opening.

  “You are a virgin? And a high born noble. This is indeed a day to remember for an unimportant thief like me.” The youth whispered; his blue eyes radiant with want. “Yes, my precious princess, I am a lover of women, and I am always gentle and always satisfying... to my lovers.”

  The young rogue’s dexterous hands moved with expert ease all over her shapely legs, from her delicate ankles up to the smooth yielding curves of her full hips and lush buttocks. Gently he massaged her silky thighs, squeezed her pliant buttocks and teased her soaking slit. His adept fingers conjured up rapturous ecstasy on her tormented skin. Kaenen slid his right hand over her tremulous belly and teased her heaving little belly-button with his forefinger making her suck in her breath with a gasp. Hannah gave him a pleading look, tempting him with her large lustful eyes. He bent down and kissed her inner thighs tenderly, his sapphire eyes all aglow with his lust for her. Sensations electric and euphoric raced all over her at the sensitive touch of his hungry lips on her heightened naked skin.