Moon Princess

by Diane Collier

  Moon Princess

  Diane Collier

  Copyright 2012

  Copyright © 2012 Diane Collier - All rights reserved.

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  Lillia loved nights like this. The autumn air was clean and crisp, not to hot, but not too cold, perfect for wearing her white silk robe. She sighed, leaning against the stone balcony that overlooked the castle garden, thinking. This city was so foreign compared to the lush forests of her elven home, but she had come to calling it home. As a princess, Lillia knew how important the alliance between her people and the humans was. Her arranged marriage to the Prince Derek was not only a symbol of hope between the two once warring races, but the binding seal to the peace treaty that ended a long, brutal war. It was everything a princess could do to help her country.

  Besides, it wasn't like the human prince was a terrible husband. Prince Derek was tall with short, dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and a muscular body. He always saw the politics of the noble class as a burden to his true passion, leading the royal army. A brilliant strategist, he led the initial defense against the elven invasion. Lillia knew that some part of him did not want the war to end, as he told her there was no greater rush than the trill of battle. But there was no real purpose to the fighting, and it quickly became obvious that if things went on any longer, neither side could afford the losses. Thus, elf and man stood at the altar, reluctantly vowing to be true to each other in front of thousands.

  Their first time in bed together went about as well as Lillia hoped it would. At first, she shivered at his intense stare, hesitating at his command to come to him. Was this all he saw her as? A trophy of war? Nevertheless, she obeyed, moving into his strong embrace. However, as he leaned down to kiss her, there was something different about it. A tenderness she had not expected, and it was then that she began to relax. He brushed a lock of her golden blonde hair out of her face, gazing into her soft, yet angular face and forest green eyes. There was no real love between the two, but for that night, they were tangled in a web of lust and duty.

  Each piece of cloth that fell from their bodies made her more nervous, yet excited at the same time. He pressed her against the bed, and her hands danced over the warm skin of his back, taking in every sensation. She let out a gasp as his crotch rubbed up against her, the hardness against her clitoris eliciting a moan of pleasure. Derek smirked at her, quickly tearing off the last pieces of resistance from both of their bodies, and gazed down at her naked body. Elves were known for their beauty, but Lillia never considered that to be true for herself. Her breasts were smaller than average, his hands cupped them both easily and gave a soft squeeze. And unlike her brethren, she had strong curves and wide, child bearing hips. She was not overweight, just unusual with her frame.

  Strangely enough, it was that oddity that the Prince liked so much about her. He nipped at her neck, his fingers delicately rubbing her hardening nipples, getting her ready for the moment when their bodies would meet together and...

  “Princess Lillia?”

  The blushed as she was snapped back into reality, turning around and closing her robe as she looked upon one of the servants, a young human woman with a bright red ponytail. Lillia smiled, nodding silently as she went inside, opening her wardrobe. Inside were many extravagant gowns, but those weren't what the elf was looking for. Instead, she moved the dresses aside and took out some rather plain looking pants and a shirt. Prince Derek was out with his troops, patrolling the southern borders of the kingdom's new territory, given to them by the elves as part of the peace treaty. He wouldn't be home for at least three more days, inspecting every blade of grass for the slightest sign of resistance. It was indeed a perfect night to sneak out of the castle.

  The servant helped her out of her robe and into the pants and shirt silently, giving a small smile. Claire, her name was, and this human was perhaps Lillia's best friend in the entire kingdom, and the only one she could entrust with her secret. Tying the princess's blonde hair into a tight bun, Claire took a few steps back to admire the disguise. Once the hood was up to cover the long elf ears, Lillia was almost indistinguishable from anyone in the crowd. The two friends gave a quick hug, in which Claire gave Lillia the rope, and then quickly left the room, locking the door behind here. That way no one would get suspicious.

  Alone again, the elven princess didn't have any time to lose. She ran back to the balcony, tying the rope to the end and throwing it down to the garden below. This tradition was not new, and thanks to her developed reflexes, she climbed down the rope quickly, landing on a patch of grass off the beaten path. She left the rope as it was, knowing she'd need to return once her mission was complete. Lowering herself to the ground, she waited for the guards to pass by her, and quietly moved through until she reached another wall next to a large oak tree. This was actually the easy part; she climbed up the tree's branches and made a small jump to the ledge of the wall. There was only one real option to get down, though. Lacking any real tools, she carefully dug her nails into the crevasses on the wall, climbing down the ten foot wall. Her hands ached, her arms shook, and any moment she swore her strength would fail her and she'd let go.

  That was not the case this time, and she made it down without a hitch. Her arms were still weak, but it was a much better performance than last week. Lillia wiped the sweat off the front of her brow as she stopped to regain her breath. When she felt better a few moments later, she quickly ran off into the city proper. She remembered her first time taking this path, frightened at shadows and unfamiliar faces. But now she ran through the streets as if they were the forests of her old home, ducking past guards and heading in to the residential district. She was almost to her secret place, the tiny, unassuming house at the end of the road. The home of her lover.

  Lillia knocked on the door, which opened to her forthwith, and she rushed inside. The door closed behind her, but there was no one there to greet her. She moved forwards a few steps, lower her hood as she glances around suspiciously. No one. This was odd. Walking further into the house, she knew something was wrong. A creak in the floor startled her, causing her to jump and turn around, expecting anything to happen. This was just like him; he loved to sneak around almost as much as she did. It was all part of the little game they played, and she intended to win this time. Her eyes darted around the room, waiting for any sign of his movement when...

  “HA!”

  Coming out of nowhere, Antonio leaped out, grabbing Lillia by both arms and holding them behind her back. He let out a deep guffaw, his brown eyes shining with intelligence and glee. Young and excitable, the man was a blacksmith, commissioned by the prince to create weapons. Even with the war being over, there was plenty of demand to keep him in business, and that was how he met the lovely elven maiden. His long, brown hair was kept in a ponytail, his face was scruffy, with the beginnings of a beard forming around his chin and cheeks, and his hands were rough from years of working the forge. Like Prince Derek, his frame was decorated with muscle, but his skin was noticeably more tan.

  His captured elf struggled in his grasp, but was unable to escape. He chuckled, saying, “Lilly, you've got to stop being so predictable. We've been together for how long now?”

  “Three weeks,” she says, still attempting to turn around and look at him.

  “Exactly,” he replied, “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked it.”

  “Maybe I do,” Lillia replied, rubbing her behind up against his crotch, “So tell me, now that you've caught me, what are we going to do?”

  “Hmm...” Antonio pondered, looking down at his love. He got close to her pointed ear, biting a
t the edge as he says, “I think I know a little something...”

  He grabbed both of her arms with one hand, letting the other go free. She struggled, but it wasn't nearly as hard, as she grew excited, anticipating his touch. Derek was never passion-less, he was a good lover who satisfied her each time they were together. However, the prince could never compare to the sweet, sensual, and surprising lovemaking that Antonio gave to her. Antonio knew where all her weak points were and today he felt like playing with her a little.

  His free hand wandered about her body, cupping her ass before moving up front. He unzipped her pants slowly, and wiggled his way past her underwear. Once in the proper position, two fingers placed on either side of her clitoris, pressing on it to send a jolt of pleasure through her body. She purred happily at his touch, her body twisting back and forth under his hand. The rubbing was slow, but quickly gained speed, reducing Lillia to moans and panting. Antonio felt himself become more aroused, though he resisted the urge to go any further.

  “Come ooooon,” Lillia panted, “I... I don't know how much more of this I can take...”

  “You'll just have to take more, then,” Antonio replied, licking her neck, “you know how much I love hearing you.”

  By now, he was beginning to feel her becoming wet, causing his grip to slip once. His fingers returned to playing with her clit a little longer, and then moved farther down, entering into her. One finger to start, pushing in and curling up, massaging her inner walls. She melted to his touch, it felt unbearably good! Another finger joined the first, going in and out of her at a more rapid rate. Then a third with the second, and his thumb pressed down on her clitoris again.

  That was the final straw, causing Lillia to break free of the blacksmith's grip and pushing him out of her. She grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him into a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as she reached for his shirt. Antonio let it go, the cloth practically flying off of him, exposing his muscular, sweating chest. Her own shirt was the next casualty, tossed to the ground without a care in the world. The bra didn't stand a chance, hitting the floor at almost the same time as the shirt. But before she could continue her lustful rampage, he knelt down, taking up one of her supple breasts in his mouth. His hands grabbed her by the waist, holding her still as he sucked, and her hand grasped his hair, holding his head in place.

  Little did she know that this was part of Antonio's plan. Fingers curled around her pants and underwear, he pulled both down in one swift movement, leaving her body exposed. This was perfect, and she pulled him off of her nipple, guiding him back up to give him another kiss, tearing down his own pants and boxers. His erection was impressive, nicely sized and standing up proud in the air. Lillia licked her lips as she gazed at it, a playful smirk spreading across her lips. Getting on her knees, she groped his ass, and gave a long lick to his dick, starting from the base and going all the way to the tip.

  It was Antonio's turn to groan, causing Lillia to giggle. “It seems now the tables are turned” she said. Giving him another firm lick, she paused as she got to the tip, circling around it with her tongue. He shuddered in delight, resting his hands on her golden hair. She continued to tease him, pressing her tongue against a most sensitive batch of nerves to elicit another moan from him. There was no holding her back, and then she took his dick into her mouth, only able to get about a third of his long, thick member, but servicing it like no other. He bucked his hips instinctively, thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, a bit of precum leaking into her mouth. It didn't taste too bad, and she sucked hard on him, using her hand to stroke the rest.

  “Oh gods...” he whispered, “Now I don't... think I can take much more... you better stop...”

  “Oh?” Lillia said, taking his cock out of her mouth, “Or what? You gonna -”

  Antonio leaped on top of her, pinning her down on the hardwood floor. Lillia wrapped her arms around him, opening her legs wide. They kissed again, his cock lined up with the entrance to her pussy. His hands moved down once more, parting the labia and pushing the tip inside his elf lover. He paused, waiting for her body to adjust to the change, frowning at the expression of pain on her face. Once she settled down, he continued to move inside her, smiling.

  “Mmmm,” Lillia hummed, giggling as the pain melted away into pleasure. She winked back up at Antonio, and began to rock her hips back against him, arching her back. This not only sent him deeper inside of her, but grinded her sensitive clit against his hips. It was his turn to shiver, taking his hand and brushing his cheek softly. “Oh, giving up to me so soon?” she continued with a smirk.

  “Never!” Antonio cried out, taking her into his arms and lifting her up as he continued to pound into her. They did not speak after that, all words melting into grunts and panting. He held her firmly, moving them to the table and set her down upon it. Grabbing her legs, he placed them on his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle. Faster and faster, they joined together in a frantic dance of kissing, touching, and love, growing ever closer to their peak.

  Their bodies began to tense up, muscles becoming stiff as their hearts beat rapidly. Lillia cried out, her body aching for sweet release. Antonio growled, plunging into her again and again. He slowed down, instead making the thrusts more intense. Looking down, the image of her lush, naked body writhing beneath him, breast bouncing up and down as he rocked her body, drove him wild. She looked up, watching his firm, delicious body pounding into her, and felt a wild heat building from within.

  And then, it could no longer be contained. The last vestiges of thought and reason left him, and he plunged into her madly. Until at last, the two froze in time, screaming the others name into the night. Love and lust flowed through them, bring with unparalleled bliss. His hips bucked into her a few more times, and he leaned down to kiss her gingerly as the two came down from their euphoria. Silence surrounded them as time began again, until they both chuckled and sighed contently.

  “How about we call it a tie this time?” Lillia said, sitting up as her lover pulled out of her, “I think we both won there.”

  Antonio nodded, giving another kiss, but then looking to the clock. “It's getting late,” he said, “You sure you can make it back to the palace?”

  Lillia slid off the table, grabbing her discarded clothes off the floor and starting the process of dressing herself again. “I'll be fine,” she said nonchalantly, “and you ask that every time I come down here for fun. Derek won't be home for three days, and that's if the nobles don't find some excuse to keep him down there. The only person who knows about us is Claire, and I trust her with my life. Other than you, she's the only one who's really made me feel welcome in the kingdom.”

  “I know,” Antonio says, turning serious, “And that's why I worry for you. The war may be over, but that won't erase old hatreds. If anything I think this whole 'patrol' business is leading us to somewhere I don't like. What if the war isn't really over?”

  Fully dressed, Lillia paused at the thought. “I... you really want to talk about this again right after you fuck me on the table? I don't want to discuss this any more. The nobles... Derek... won't break the treaty. Not after the marriage...”

  Antonio goes over to the her, reaching around her and embracing her tightly. “I know, I know... I just can't help worrying. I love you too much to lose you.”

  They kissed one more time before she ran out the door, thinking about his words. The times that Prince Derek left to do one of his patrols were getting more and more frequent. This meant she had more time to be with her real love, but was there some truth behind the blacksmith's worry? There were rumors that the elves were getting nervous, and negotiations were under way once again. Nobles that talked to her respected her authority as the princess, but there was always this looked into their eyes that she didn't like. As if they were simply playing pretend with her. Could another war be starting, without her even realizing it?

  These thoughts stayed on Lillia's mind as she once again navigated the streets, clim
bing back up the wall, going through the garden, and returning to her room, all in a haze. Once she reached the stone balcony, she untied her rope, gathering it together and hiding it in her closet. She threw her hood down, not even bothering to change out of her clothes as she headed for the bed. Exhaustion overtook her body, and she blacked out on the soft covers.

  The next morning, Lillia was awakened by an unknown source shaking her. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked up to see her friend, Claire, happy as always. The princess yawned, sitting up and stretching. Claire shook her head and went over to the closet, picking out the dress of the day while Lillia began to regain thought.

  “No time for dreamland,” Claire said as she helped the princess to her feet, “turns out you have a very busy day today. I hope your trip was fun?” She gave a sly wink to her friend, hoping a little humor would lighten up the mood.

  Lillia nodded, stripping down without saying much of a word.

  “Well then, you're not gonna like what today has in store for you,” Claire went on, helping the elven princess into her dress. “Duke Ronin is trying to 'appease to the wisdom' of the king. Also known as, he's going to make his usual speech about how we're being too nice to the elves and that we should continue the offensive.”

  If there was anything to get Lillia awake and angry, it was mention of the Duke. A proud, boisterous man, he loved to declare how the prince was merely “settling” for a non-human wife because she'd make good target practice. Unfortunately, his wealth and influence was hard to deny, and he controlled the opinions of all the other nobles. He played nice in front of the King, Queen, and Prince, but once their eyes were elsewhere, his attention turned completely on Lillia. The way he focused on her was creepy, and she avoided him whenever she could. At the mention of his name, she clicked her tongue in disgust.

  “I don't know what his deal is,” Lillia says, finishing up her hair as she looked in the mirror, “you sure I can't skip it? Not like there's going to be any big surprises from that guy.” She knew the answer already, but she had to ask. This day was going to be terrible, and it was such a pity to deal with Ronin after a good night with Antonio.