by Nina Monroe
Tamzin bit her lip and gripped her breeches tightly. She felt the stares of the other men as Will continued to yell out orders. They all paired up quickly, with the man next to her staring at her.
“I, um, Princess?” the man asked before he bowed. “Would you mind sparring with me?” The man wasn’t much older than Tamzin, but he was built far better than she was. She was ready to fall into her Princess smile, but Tamzin stopped herself and merely nodded to the man.
“Distance is your friend,” Will began as he stood in the center of the men ready to spar. “Put your dominant foot forward, rotate your torso, and close your hands, but do not make a fist.” He kept a close eye on Tamzin, who stood in front of the blacksmith’s son. She kept the correct pose, but she was unsure of herself. She snuck a glance at him and Will resisted smiling or nodding to her. He didn’t even acknowledge her. “You do not punch if you don’t think you can actually hit your opponent. The more you swing and miss, the more tired you become. Every person has weak spots. These include kidney shots, where you punch the person’s side, below the ribs, and the throat. The most I can stress to you in situations like this is to trust your instinct. I can show you proper stances and ways to get your opponent into compromising situations, but the entire point of sparring like this is to ensure your own survival. If this weren’t a demonstration, you would kick, scratch, bite, anything you must to free yourself. Right now, I want to see what I’m working with. You will disarm your opponent, but only disarm. This won’t be a brutal beating.”
Tamzin watched as the man in front of her swallowed hard and turned to look at her. She reassumed the stance Will taught and waited. She scanned the man’s body for any movement, but he charged at her. The man picked her up and slammed her on the ground. Her back hit a large root in the ground and she groaned in pain. Tamzin felt the cold snow on the ground seep into her sweater but she couldn’t sit up quick enough. She rolled to her side as she slowly sat up. A part of her wished Will would have rushed for her, but he kept his back to her as he watched two men spar.
“I am so sorry, Your Highness,” the man said as he helped her stand. “Please don’t have me executed.”
Despite her pain, Tamzin laughed and assured the man he had nothing to fear. When the other men finished their spar with clear winners, Will returned to stand in the center of the men.
“Winners?” He asked and watched the men who raised their hand. When his eyes reached Tamzin and her partner, she watched his jaw clench when she did not raise her hand. “Well done, winners. That means you will be moving on to more advance sparring, to be taught by Garrett and myself in the morning. You may leave. Losers, you will be running around the courtyard. The very large courtyard until I say stop. I mean everyone,” Will said as he locked eyes with Tamzin.
Despite being thin, Tamzin didn’t exercise like these men. She truly didn’t believe that she would be able to run around the courtyard until Will said so. She believed she made a mistake in trying to learn how to fight. Tamzin had been pampered her whole life; did she really believe she could take on these men? While the winners walked off and the losers began to run, Tamzin didn’t move.
Will raised an eyebrow at her before he walked quickly towards her, his boots crunching in the snow. “And why aren’t you running?” He growled and used his height to intimidate her. “I’m not playing favorites.”
“I’m tired and I’m cold,” Tamzin controlled her voice but only barely. It was exciting in the beginning, but she hated the way he acted towards her. Will made it abundantly clear that he cared very little about her as his wife out here.
“These men are tired and cold, but they run. I humored your cute little fantasy about learning to fight, but this is no game. These men will protect you when I am gone; these men will protect our walls and land,” Will nearly snarled at her as he pointed to the men. “Out here, I am not your husband. I am your commander and you’re acting like a spoiled princess.”
His words slashed through her and it felt like a dull blade. As the Princess, she recognized his strength in training his soldiers and acknowledged that a future King needed to be firm with his men to assert his authority. However, as her husband, his words hurt her deeply. Tamzin felt her body betray her as her eyes watered. She swore she saw concern flicker in his eyes and his arm nearly left his side to touch her, but Will controlled himself. Tamzin took a deep breath and pushed past him. She began to run around the courtyard with the other men.
What felt like hours later, Will called out to stop and the men disbanded. Tamzin was cold and sweaty; her sweat clung to her body but they felt like icicles. Her body ached in a way she didn’t know was possible and she, weakly, walked towards the castle. It was only midmorning, with the sun not in the middle of the sky yet. The nobles were just waking. She was wiping the dirt off her face when she felt Will walking next to her.
It had been a huge mistake for her to come out to train with the men and the air between them felt thick with tension. Tamzin didn’t say anything when Will wrapped an arm around her waist and forced her weight onto him. He nearly carried her up the steps and did pick her up when they were finally back in the castle.
“You’re freezing,” Will whispered into her hair as Tamzin shivered when she felt how warm he was. “Girl!” He yelled. “Fetch the Princess a bath in our private suite.” Will continued up the stairs with Tamzin wrapped tightly in his arms. She must have fallen asleep because she felt him softly deposit her onto the floor. The fires in their room were blazing and various girls came into the room with steaming hot water in their buckets. Will asked them to leave, much kinder than he was outside.
On the floor, Tamzin felt him pull off her boots, the breeches and finally her sweater, leaving her in her chemise. If she weren’t so exhausted, it would have been the perfect time to try and seduce him. He picked her up and dipped her into the steaming hot water. Tamzin cried out from the warmth and immediately submerged herself. When she came back up, Will had retrieved her hair oil and large towels from their closet. Gone was the tyrant from outside.
Tamzin moaned as she felt his fingers massage the oil into her scalp and hair. She leaned her back against the tub as Will worked his magical fingers. She felt him pull her wet hair out of the tub to drip onto the floor while he came around the side, able to see her face.
“Did you think it would be easy?” Will asked; his words were difficult but he didn’t mean to mock her. “There’s a reason why our armies win battles and wars. We teach them to survive hell. I was even easier today because you were there.”
“The men respect you,” Tamzin replied, as she played with the strings of her chemise underwater. “You’ve earned their respect. They understand that you are knowledgeable and out there, you aren’t a Prince. You are much more than a Prince to them.” Her words were laced with bitterness as she grabbed her hair and submerged herself in the cooling water. With her hair clean of the oils, she reappeared and enjoyed the lingering warmth of the water on her tired and sore muscles.
Will dipped his hand in the water and placed his hand on her upper thigh. He watched as her breath caught in her throat but didn’t say anything as he dragged the chemise up her body. Tamzin leaned forward and felt the heavy and drenched chemise be pulled from her body. She wrapped her arms under her legs and rested her head on her knees. Will let the chemise continue to sit in the water as he ran his fingers down her spine. He could see the beginning of a foul bruise developing just above her tailbone.
“I think you don’t understand your own worth, my sweetheart,” Will said as he placed a kiss on her face and drew her to the edge of the tub. “I may know how to fight, but I don’t know how to rule. In your one afternoon in the Throne Room, you’ve done more for my people than I have. Arguably, more is completed with words than swords,” Will pulled away to pull his sweaters over his head. Despite their sleeping together since their marriage, Tamzin had never seen him in the daylight. Old scars marred his skin, which was as pale as the sno
w outside. A particularly nasty scar on his shoulder drew her attention. It was in an almost crescent shape from the front of his shoulder to the back. “A gift from Garrett,” Will laughed as her finger drew the scar. “Went in the juncture between my armor. I still don’t know how it sliced me like this?”
Tamzin didn’t say anything as he offered her his hand. He meant to have her stand, so he might see her as naked as the day she was born. He watched her like she was the most beautiful and precious thing in his world. Will took a large towel from the floor and stood to hold it open for her. Hands gripping the edge of the tub, Tamzin stood with shaky legs, unable to stand up straight without help. Will immediately engulfed her in the warm towel and furiously rubbed her arms.
Will held Tamzin close as he helped her out of the tub, her feet cold on the floor. With a second towel, he dried her feet and legs, slowly drawing the rough material up her thighs. Tamzin felt her legs shake as his fingers grew close to her sweet spot, a place that had been untouched by any man. She felt the burning hot feeling Lucy described, the feeling she said she should wait for when bedding a man. The knowing and expectation of pain but a stronger feeling that overtook her fear. Was this love? It was certainly lust but she genuinely enjoyed Will. He was intelligent and they often spoke in hushed tones at night about books they had read, people they had met, and so much more; he wanted her opinion in nearly all topics. When she couldn’t be with him, a pain settled in her chest, and the thought of him going to war left her breathless. Tamzin felt herself settle into frenzy on the inside when they danced together, standing so close and his breath on her neck.
Will tugged the towel she held lightly and Tamzin watched as he pulled it away gently. In the cold, she stood before him, a woman before her husband. Will felt his manhood stir as he stared at her; her full breasts, a slightly rounded and healthy torso with the gentle curve and flare of her hips. A covering of light brown hair guarded her womanhood and her thighs were soft, with a mole just on the inside of her thigh.
Tamzin shivered as he ran his fingers over her body as he left kisses over her stomach and breasts. His tongue was warm and wet as it delved into her bellybutton; a moan escaped her mouth. Will’s crystal blue eyes watched her as she tangled her small fingers in his curly hair. Gently, he pulled away from her and came to stand his full height. Tamzin squealed lightly as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his middle. He carried her to their bed and deposited her on the featherbed; he climbed over her body and kissed her deeply. She let him settle in between her legs, his manhood pressing painfully against his breeches. Tamzin moaned when she felt their skin-to-skin contact, her breasts pressed against his chest.
Her mouth was warm and inviting as his tongue glided over hers. Kissing her was nothing like kissing other girls; Will knew exactly how to kiss her without much practice. Tamzin pressed her mouth harder against his as she gripped his hair tightly in her fist. The slight pain opened up a new world of feeling and emotion. Will broke their kiss and pulled away. He stared down at her lovingly, her naked flesh heaving as she breathed in deeply.
His calloused hands palmed her breast and he ran his thumb over her nipple, which was hard from the cold. Tamzin palmed his face and Will’s heart swelled as he watched her. She didn’t have a look of fear on her face from what could possibly transpire between them; he saw trust and love in her eyes. He kissed her chest with his lips descending down her body. His teeth nipped lightly at her stomach before he came face to face with her womanhood.
She was untouched, that much was obvious as her legs began to shake when he tossed them over his shoulders. Will settled onto his stomach and smelt her delectable scent; she smelt clean and like the oils from her hair that she washed clean in the water. Carefully, he kissed the inside of her thigh; his tongue ran gently across her mole. She was smooth and soft until his mouth came into contact with her womanhood. With a tender and gentle finger, Will slowly slid his finger inside of her. She was so wet and warm and he felt her gasp when his finger curled inside of her. Will pumped his finger inside of her as his tongue and mouth made contact with her clitoris; he sucked on the swollen flesh and listened to Tamzin moan and cover her face with her hands to try and muffle her moans.
Tamzin had never felt something like this before. His finger, now fingers, stretched her but it wasn’t painful. Will kept her thighs spread open as he pumped two fingers inside of her and his tongue left her quivering. She clenched around his fingers when she felt a buildup in the pit of her stomach. It was like she had a coil inside of her that was ready to break and the pressure kept building and building until she snapped. Tamzin cried out as she felt warmth spill from between her legs and Will’s fingers continued to thrust in and out of her. He didn’t remove his fingers or his tongue from between her legs until Tamzin was shaking from her aftershocks.
Will pulled away from between her legs, his chin slick and Tamzin watched as he wiped his chin. He sat up on his knees and she watched as he removed his breeches. Tamzin continued to lie on the bed, her legs spread as she breathed heavily. Will tossed his breeches on the ground, his manhood long and thick with a purple tip that wept. Tamzin felt her stomach clench with nervousness; there was no way that could fit inside of her.
He laid down on the bed next to her, his hand on his manhood just as quickly. Tamzin watched with fascination as he pumped it a few times before he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her on top of him. His manhood was lined up with her opening, and Tamzin looked to Will for instructions. His thumb massaged her bud and she felt herself open up like a flower.
“Go as slow as you need,” Will said as she felt him slide down on top of him. Tamzin felt the stretching first from the tip of his manhood. It was like Lucy had described; as Tamzin pressed her pelvis further down into Will’s hips, the stretching feeling began to dissipate. Soon, he was completely inside her and Tamzin’s eyes widened from the lack of real pain. Though she sat relatively comfortably, Tamzin did feel a dull ache, like a throb. Despite that, it wasn’t nearly as bad as she believed. She knew it would soon feel natural to have Will inside her like this.
With a deep breath, Tamzin experimentally rocked her hips and grinned when she heard Will suck in a mouthful of air. She winced slightly until she felt Will’s fingers touched her stomach.
“Are you okay?” Will asked as his hand drifted up to cup her breast. “Lean forward a little bit. It may help,” Will suggested as he ran his thumb over her nipple. Tamzin moaned softly as she leaned forward and felt as some of the pressure was relieved. Will’s other hand massaged her hip before he dug his fingers into her flesh and Tamzin lifted her hips. Her arms reached out for the headboard, which she used as leverage. Her hips began to almost bounce on his, when Will’s hips began to match her movements and it was then she felt him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. She still ached a bit, but the pressure of his hand on her hip and his other hand stretched from her hip to her clitoris. He massaged as Tamzin felt her eyes roll back.
Her groin was pleasantly warm and slick when Will flipped her over onto her back. He watched with happiness as Tamzin’s mouth fell open when he began to pound into her sweet spot Tamzin’s fingers scratched at his back and with one final thrust Will exploded inside of her.
Tamzin felt the shot of warmth inside of her, as well as the trickle of his cum on her thigh. Tamzin stared up at the ceiling as the feeling of contentment washed over her as Will reached over and threw his arm across her stomach. She kept her legs spread apart, but she didn’t feel bare. Will’s fingers wandered down her stomach and rested just over her mound.
“I know you didn’t come. Do you want me to make you feel good again?” Will asked as he touched her swollen bud lightly and Tamzin shuddered.
“Can you do that thing with your tongue again?” Tamzin blushed and Will grinned. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before he settled his head between her legs. Tamzin trembled as Will used his fingers to open up her irritated flesh and he gently kissed her the
re. He didn’t put his fingers inside her this time, only focused his tongue on careful ministrations.
Tamzin covered her eyes because she was unsure what else to do. She pulled her legs up and Will’s hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her from crushing his face. Tamzin lifted her hands and looked down her body, to see his eyes staring up at her as he ate from her greedily. His rough tongue on her delicate flesh finally sent her over the edge and Tamzin pushed up her hips. Will continued to grip her thighs as he sucked her into his mouth and drove her off the cliff.
As she relaxed into the bed, coming down from her high, Will pulled away and noted the blood and cum drying on her thigh. Getting on his hands and knees, Will crawled back up to her and laid on his side, his hand resting on her belly.