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The Sleeping Prince

By: FenrirBites



Into the banquet hall, the three of them gracefully tread. Even in the nude, their stateliness was evident in the way they carried themselves. Esmerelda, in her deeply tanned bodice, moved with the litheness of a tribal queen. Her body was tightly sculpted with very slight breasts, shapely toned thighs, and a taut stomach. The only evidence of her royalty was in the clitoral piercing, and the small star shaped tattoo on her left butt cheek. She was undoubtedly the most comfortable of the three princesses, as her tribe had little need for clothing.

Not as lithe, but every bit as stately, Elaine strode through the room as if she expected the universe to form a path for her. Her body was not as toned as Esmerelda's, but she was just as slender. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back almost all the way to her round butt. Pink, would be the way to characterize her skin tone. Her breasts hung ponderously low, and made the other two girls inherently jealous. They were able to console themselves though with the fact that Elaine had almost no ass. Like the other two women, she only wore two items of royalty. Her ruby earrings, and her makeup.

The final princess, Giselle, seemed the most embarrassed by her nudity. There was something about her that spoke of pampered nobility. She seemed to be the most acquiescent of the three, but something about the way she acted spoke of her contempt of the others. Her red hair curled downwards across her moderate breasts, covering up her hard nipples. She was glad for this little measure of privacy. She had a lovely hour glass figure, and her ass was delightfully heart-shaped. Her vestments of nobility consisted of a silver ring, and a red sash that was wrapped around her throat.

All the tables in the hall were bursting with food of every kind. Everything was served upon silver platters. It was all very tempting, but they had all been instructed to forsake their appetites for the evening.

There was no sense in them dying before they even attempted the Awakening.

Suddenly stopping in mid stride, Esmerelda looked predatory in the way she gazed at what lay on the main table. Even though the others were noticeably looking at the same as she, Esmerelda silently as a huntress whispered, "There he is...Prince Caspian."

Neither of the other girls replied. Instead they just stared at the lifeless form before them.

The corpse-like stillness of Prince Caspian was the result of an ancient spell. No one knew the reason for this curse, nor why it mattered so much that he be awakened. All that anyone really knew was that Princesses had been trying for ages, and they had all died in the attempt. 

His golden hair was combed quite handsomely to accentuate the masculine face behind it. He was nude, as the princesses were forced to be. His strongly muscled body called out to the women, exploiting their deepest desires. Every one of the princesses eyes were inevitably drawn to his stiff member. It was thick, and probably eight inches in length.

For a few moments, the girls just stared at his prone body. Elaine and Giselle seemed horridly tense and frightened whilst Esmerelda looked determined. 

Suddenly, Esmerelda strode towards the body. Her abrupt movement made the others jump in fright. They quickly recovered their senses by the time Esmerelda stood by the table. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Elaine demanded imperiously as Esmerelda deliberately began to climb onto the table.

Esmerelda glanced over her shoulder to say, "I'm going to wake the Prince."

Anger quite obvious on her face, Elaine asked, "And why do you think that you have the right to be first?" Her breasts bounced around from the exertion of her anger.

Straddling the sleeping prince at the waist, Esmerelda began to situate her pussy against his bulging prick. "You made no move to be first, so I-ooooo," she paused for a moment as she impaled herself slowly on Caspian's penis, "God, this feels good. You didn't do anything so I thought I'd have a go."

Still angry, Elaine huffed, "Well we could have talked about it for a while first." She seemed even more livid after Esmerelda failed to reply. Then she grinned a malicious grin and said, "Oh well, we're probably all going to die anyways, at least I get to live a bit longer than you."

With that, Elaine fell silent and watched the spectacle that was taking place. At first, Esmerelda lay across Caspian's chest, and very slowly ground herself up and down His Sleepy Majesty's firm manhood. Despite herself, Elaine was fascinated by the lewdness of the display that was going on before her. In a way, she found herself thinking, it's like she's fucking a corpse. That thought made her shudder.

After all, Elaine was probably going to fuck him too.

Glancing to her left, Elaine watched Giselle for a moment. For the first time since Elaine had met Giselle, she didn't look as if she despised everyone present. Instead, she looked excited. Elaine curled her lip when she realized that Giselle was teasing her clit with her fingers.

What a fucking slut.

Uncaring that she was being scrutinized, Giselle twiddled her clit with childlike abandon. She watched as Esmerelda began to slowly increase her rhythm across the prone form underneath her. She had closed her eyes, but the way she thrust herself up and down made clear that she was still the huntress in charge of her prey. Giselle had sex with many people, both men and women, but she had never seen a woman so clearly in charge of her own sexual prowess.

Sweat was accruing all over Esmerelda's body. She no longer looked like a goddess of the hunt, but instead was beginning to look like some wild succubus with her low moaning and horny thrusting. Her small breasts bounced wildly around as she humped with a tenacious ferocity against Caspian's cock.

Forgetting herself for a moment, Esmerelda quietly commanded, "Grab my tits you lazy fucker." She slowed her fucking for a moment as it took her a moment to realize why she wasn't being obeyed instantly.

Elaine had strolled over to the table and was lying her body across the foot of it as she watched Esmerelda make the prince's big dick impale her pussy. She laughed maliciously whenever she heard Esmerelda's demand.

"Grab them yourself you stupid twat," Elaine jeered.

The room was silent for a moment, with the only sound of naked flesh pounding together. Elaine knew that Giselle had gravitated towards the other end of the table to watch the display while furiously playing with herself, but that didn't concern her.

That's why Elaine was surprised to here Esmerelda suddenly murmur, "Mmmm, just like that." 

Sitting up, Elaine craned her neck around to see what was going on. She gasped when she saw Giselle massaging Esmerelda's breasts with both hands. Giselle was obviously staring at Esmerelda's face, but Elaine couldn't tell if Esmerelda could see.

As it turned out, Esmerelda was also gazing at Giselle as she played with her small breasts. Giselle was being so tender and loving that Esmerelda suddenly couldn't stop herself. She leaned forward and kissed Giselle with passion. They made out for only a moment before Esmerelda ripped herself away in shame.

"I'm sorry," Esmerelda murmured softly before beginning to cry, "I think I just wanted some intimacy before my death. I apologize for doing that to you."

Elaine watched in shock as Giselle began to cry humongous tears. Giselle didn't say anything, she just cried while she leaned forward to begin kissing Esmerelda once again. 

Esmerelda was still humping Caspian softly whenever they finally came up from their kiss. She drew a ragged breath before saying, "Okay." Then, with new vigor, Esmerelda began to fuck Caspian in earnest. She was moaning loudly as she bounced up and down on his dick. The other princesses knew that she was lost to them. They could only watch in dread anticipation of their own upcoming fate.

It was obvious now that Esmerelda was about to her orgasm. Her sinewy body, covered in a fine layer of sweat, her breath was ragged in between the furious moans of pleasure mixed with fear. All at once, her whole body shuddered, and she began to cry in anguish. Her body quivered off an on for a full minute before she collapsed onto the prince's body. In a state almost comparable to sleep walking, she rolled off of his body, and onto the floor. 

Elaine and Giselle were only able to stare at her still body that was drenched from head to toe. From her angle, Elaine noticed that semen was dripping out of Esmerelda's pussy. That sight made her cringe.

Bending down, Giselle felt for breath. Looking back at Elaine, her eyes were red, and her face was wet with tears. She didn't have to tell Elaine that Esmerelda was gone.

After a few moments of silence, Elaine looked upwards into Giselle's somewhat more composed face. She knew she wasn't ready for her attempt, but somehow, she couldn't stand the thought of watching Giselle fail before her. Elaine said nothing as she climbed onto the table beside the prince.

Elaine prepared to impale her sex upon Caspian's dick. However, before she did it, she had an idea.

With a voice that quivered in shame, Elaine asked Giselle, "Do you suppose he wants pussy?"

Giselle was taken aback by the question. She couldn't decide what Elaine meant. She was about to ask when Elaine glanced over to her and blushed as she clarified, "I mean, do you think maybe I should try my butt?"

Surprised by the question, Giselle pondered it for a moment before replying, "Well, everyone always assumed it was a test of consummation," she paused for a moment, "Maybe nobody's ever tried."

Grunting a hopeless laugh, Elaine said, "Yeah, maybe..."

Nobody moved for a few minutes while everything was pondered. Giselle really wasn't sure what Elaine would do.

"I guess I can try."

Giselle felt her stomach roiling on the inside. She knew that Elaine didn't want to do this, and she knew it would be awful without the proper lubrication. She was almost at the point of tears in her empathy for the woman.

"Uhhh....umm...Giselle..."

"Yes, Elaine?"

"I'm so scared I can't even trust myself to get off of him right now, would you mind...um...look for some butter?" Elaine requested plaintively.

At first, it didn't sink in for Giselle, and then she gave a pleased little laugh. Butter would probably work as well as any proper lubricant. 

Riffling through everything on the tables, Giselle was beginning to despair at the thought of not finding any butter. She was beginning to freak out when she lifted a cover off a plate to find a big stick of butter. Giselle laughed a little hysterically at the find.

Bringing it over to Elaine, she placed it beside her face that lay on the sleeping prince's chest. Elaine just stared at it in horror at what it meant she was about to do. She found that she no longer had the strength of body to do what was required.

Gazing pleadingly at Giselle, Elaine cried, "Please..." She was unable to finish the sentence in her shame.

Nonetheless, Giselle understood. Reaching her fingers into the butter, Giselle grabbed a sizeable glob that she then rolled around in her hand. Taking a step towards the lower half of the table, she brought her gaze around to Elaine's skinny butt. She had clenched her cheeks together forcefully, denying entry to her asshole. Giselle was sympathetic but firm as she pushed her fingers between Elaine's cheeks.

"You need to relax Elaine, or this isn't going to work," Giselle softly intoned. She gently pet Elaine's back to get her to relax. She did relax enough to allow easy access to her asshole.

Elaine felt the cool butter being slathered about her butt, and she wept softly. She had never done anything like this before, and it scared her more than she had ever thought possible. She felt like it took an eternity before Giselle was done. At first, every time Elaine felt her asshole being touched, she clenched again. After a few moments of the gentle massaging, she was able to relax somewhat. She even stopped crying. 

Then she felt Giselle slipping her finger into her asshole. It was such a shock that she clenched without thinking. For a moment, she thought that Caspian's dick was inside her, but it was way too small for that. The horrible invasion of her private hole left her feeling dirty. She was glad that it didn't hurt though.

"Are you having fun?" she demanded peevishly, causing Giselle to withdraw her finger. 

Embarrassed, Giselle replied, "Well, actually, I was a little bit...I'm sorry, I know this is unpleasant."

"Let's just get on with it already," Elaine pleaded.

"Not yet, let me butter his dick first."

Elaine heard the slippery sound of butter being applied to Caspian's cock. This waiting was hell. She felt as if she were going mad in horrible anticipation.

The noises stopped, and Elaine knew it was time. She could barely move though. Glancing back at Giselle, Elaine said, "I'm not sure I can do this."

"Shhh, you can do this, I'll help, but I need you to move your ass backwards a bit." Elaine complied by sliding her body backwards until she felt the warmth of cock pressed up against her asshole. She froze at the feeling of the head pressed against her entrance, it was so much bigger than Giselle's fingers.

Grabbing Caspian's dick with one hand, Giselle aimed it at Elaine's asshole, and used her other hand to push Elaine backwards onto the dick. Elaine helped as much as she could until the head of the cock pushed into her ass. She whimpered in fright at the awkward sensation.

Between the two of them, Giselle and Elaine pushed most of Caspian's cock up Elaine's butt. When Elaine thought she could take no more, she refused to go further. It didn't hurt, but Elaine felt disgust at what she was doing. Once again, the thought that Caspian almost seemed dead crossed her mind, and she convulsively shuddered. It was too much for her, she had to get this over with.

Slowly, Elaine began a fucking motion on top of Caspian's dick. At first, it was very slow going, as whenever she hurried up too fast, pain shot throughout her. It took her a few moments to find an appropriate rhythm. When she was finally truly fucking his dick, Elaine slowly sat up. Looking at Giselle, she was disgusted to see her masturbating at the sight of her being anally sexed. 

In spite of herself however, the sight of Giselle clearly giving herself pleasure at the sight of her ultimate disgrace, Elaine felt something stir within her. Elaine realized suddenly that she was horny.

The horrible thing was that she didn't know what to do about it.

Elaine kept humping her asshole up and down on Caspian's turgid prick, but she suddenly began to cry in despair and desire.

Giselle tuned into the crying, and immediately asked, "What's wrong? If it hurts, you're doing it wrong."

Elaine shook her head, and bit her lip for a moment before saying, "It's just that...I'm feeling really turned on..."

Giselle looked at her uncomprehendingly, and asked, "So why don't you do something about it?"

Shaking her head in shyness, Elaine replied, "I don't know how, someone always did it for me."

Smiling a pitying smile, Giselle nodded her head. Leaning forward, she kissed Elaine on the lips. The kiss wasn't returned, but Elaine didn't get angry. Lowering her hand to Elaine's crotch, Giselle began to stimulate her pussy while Elaine fucked her ass on the ever erect prick. 

Feeling the fingers in her pussy, Elaine's lust suddenly spilled noticeably out of her in furious moans. It didn't take much before Elaine ruptured in orgasm. She didn't feel Caspian's dick convulsing, so she kept riding it throughout her orgasm. 

Giselle kept stimulating Elaine's pussy, and even leaned her head down to begin sucking on Elaine's nipples. To her surprise, Giselle felt milk spill down her throat. The taste was divine, but suddenly Giselle knew there was more on the line for Elaine than her own life.

"Are you're breasts so big because you're pregnant?" Giselle asked Elaine in hope that it wasn't true. 

Elaine didn't say anything, she just rubbed her slightly protruding belly with her hands. That was all the answer Giselle needed.

Still, it was too late to worry about that now. Giselle went back to pleasing the anal princess. The least she could do was make her last moments pleasurable.

Elaine suddenly spasmed, and rolled off of Caspian. Giselle was shocked, until she saw the cum oozing out of Giselle's asshole. So that hadn't worked either.

Angry at herself for being horny after all that had went on, Giselle didn't give herself time to do anything about it. She launched herself forward until her lips met with Caspian's still erect member. It was still covered in butter, and as she inhaled it within her mouth, she tasted it mingled along with a strange taste that she decided must be the taste of the late princess's ass. 

Crying in shame and disgust, Giselle began to go down on Caspian's dick like she had never done to any man's penis before. She was trying to punish herself for feeling aroused by such pain and misery that had passed in this cursed room. She thrust her head downward on Caspian's dick until she was gagging. She let up for a moment, and thrust downwards again. 

Banging her mouth up and down on Caspian's dick, she felt him already on the verge of cumming. She increased the ferocity of her efforts. The sooner she was dead, the better.

Feeling the hot cum bursting into the back of her throat, she hungrily swallowed it all. 

Good, it was done, and maybe she could finally find peace.

She waited for the grim visage of death to appear before her. She waited patiently

And she waited...

And she waited...

"Are you alive?" Giselle heard a divinely masculine voice ask of her.

Giselle thought about it for a moment, "God," she began, "I hope not."

She was beginning to fear that she was still in the mortal realm.

"I'm sorry for everything you've gone through," the male voice told her, "but I may be able to help repair some of the damage."

Looking up, Giselle realized that Prince Caspian...was awake. 

"You're awake?" she asked confusedly.

"Yes, I suppose you lifted the curse," he replied.

Dumbfounded, Giselle asked, "How?"

Blushing a bit, Caspian replied, "Well, I think it's because I fell in love with you."

Sure that she had just heard the most nonsensical reply in history, Giselle asked, "What do you mean you love me?"

"It was like I was paralyzed, but I still knew everything that was going on around me," Caspian replied, "And I watched as you all did the things you did. You were so ardently helpful to both of them, and I think I fell in love watching you."

Giselle began to cry at the thought of the misery the others had gone through.

"Why do I deserve this when they lie dead at the foot of your table?"

"Oh, they're not dead," Caspian replied.

Shocked at this statement, Giselle was unable to say anything.

"Yeah, they just fell under the trance of the curse," he continued, "Now that I'm awake, I'm sure they will awaken as well."

"You mean they can go back to their old life?"

Caspian looked a little uncomfortable before he said, "Well, unfortunately, we're all stuck in this castle. I really pissed that wizard off." He grinned sheepishly at this, and he finished, "They will never be royalty again, but they will always be our honored servants."

Giselle considered this, and in the end, decided that she was fine with this.

At least now, Caspian could maybe work on fixing the terrible scars that he had unwillingly forced upon them all.

The Sleeping Princess



Thanks go to Likes2ReadErotica for his editing and suggestions in making this story better! 

Sir Jamie wiped the sizzling dragon's blood from his sword with the hem of his midnight tunic. The great beast lay before him, its skin burning from the inside out as the fire within blazed. A man could find great glory in dragon slaying, but only if there were witnesses. Soon, the body of the defeated serpent would be nothing more than ashes littered across the stone courtyard, leaving him no trophy to bring home and declare his victory. There was not a single soul for miles who could have attested to his triumph, but Jamie didn't give a damn. The dragon was not the trophy he had come for. 

The seventh son of the second wife of a minor lord, Sir Jamie had very little prospects. He had spent his youth training as a knight, participating in tournaments where his liege lord, his father, had taken most of the spoils. By the time Jamie had earned enough money to buy a good horse, armor and sword of his own, he was nearing thirty, and all his brothers had become wealthy in trade, or by murdering the eldest for his inheritance. Not one to engage in fratricide, Jamie had fled as soon as he was able, hating that his second and third eldest brothers had profited from his winnings for two whole years. Now, however, he was about to rise above them all, and claim both power and wealth unimaginable.

Turning to the long stairway leading into the castle, Jamie made note of the tallest tower in the eastern wing. That was where he was sure to find his treasure, his destiny. Entering the great hall, it took him a moment to figure out which path would lead to the tower. The castle was more elaborate than he was used to, with many rooms, but eventually he found the door leading to the long spiral staircase. He began the long climb upward, surprised to find several rooms on his way up. 

Four stories later, and with his heavy armor shed on the second landing, he finally reached the uppermost chamber. The room was beautiful, with thick, woven tapestries of roses and unicorns hung throughout, and gold gilded oaken furniture upholstered in richly embroidered silk. A large canopied bed dominated the space, and Jamie strode forward, eager to pull back the curtains. Finally, his time had come.

Songs had been written extolling the beauty of the sleeping princess. In the hundred years she had been captive in her magical prison, many knights had tried, and failed, to breach the thorny grove and slay the mighty dragon, to earn the reward of a rich kingdom and a famed beauty. Jamie suspected that the bards had overplayed the story, since it seemed unlikely anyone would ever prevail. 

He expected to find a modest looking girl with whom he could tolerate producing an heir to his new kingdom. Even if she were bucktoothed and knock-kneed he didn't care, so long as she made him king. Hell, even if she'd aged the hundred years, and was now an old crone, he'd take her. What mattered was that he would be raised higher than any man in his native Anwyndale. The lands around the castle were wild and untamed, but rich. None had dared try to sow them, as the first few who had tried were stricken with a series of misfortunes. The land was cursed, until the princess was freed. And now Jamie stood at the bedside, ready to do his duty, and plant a kiss upon whatever sleeping form he found.

When he pulled the curtain aside Jamie could do nothing but stare for several long moments. After a time, he realized his mouth was hanging open, and he snapped it shut, swallowing hard. The bards, it seemed, had not exaggerated. Laying on the soft, white sheets was a girl, just barely a woman, of exquisite beauty. Her hair was a variant of rich gold and copper strands, spilling well beneath the covers that were pulled up to her waist. Her finely arched brows sat above pale, translucent eyelids, with long black lashes settled against high, flush cheekbones. Her petite nose, nostrils flaring ever so slightly in her slumber, trailed to her lush Cupid's bow mouth, her lips a deep rose that stood in sharp contrast to her pale skin and golden tresses. 

He tore his gaze from her perfect features, catching the rise and fall of her chest from the corner of his eyes. His mouth went dry. The thin fabric of her night rail left little to the imagination. Lying on her back, her firm breasts stood high, rising with each deep breath she took, the pert, rosy nipples thrusting upwards. He knew that if he were to peel the night rail down just a few inches, those puffy areolas would match the color of her mouth exactly. Though the rest of her was hidden by the blanket, he doubted it would be any less spectacular than what was left bare. Steeling himself with several deep breaths, he leaned forward to kiss those perfect lips.

Before he reached her, his groin rubbed against the large mattress. He hadn't noticed, so enthralled with her beauty, that he had a raging erection jutting from his trousers. Gripping the sheets tightly he looked at the sleeping princess and an odd thought struck him. Was it true that only a kiss could rouse her? Jamie had some experience with beautiful women. He was not what many would consider handsome, at least not at first glance. He had a high forehead, with a strong widow's peak and dark raven brows set over icy grey eyes. He had a strong jaw with a cleft chin and his nose was somewhat large, though finely shaped, with a prominent ridge due to several breaks. Some woman had once told him he looked like a proud eagle. 

It was never his features that would lure a beautiful woman to him, most took one glance and passed him over as too rough looking. Unless, of course, he caught their gaze. The smoldering intensity they saw within belayed the icy color, and inevitably drew them to him. But with the few young, highly born maids he'd met, that gaze always seemed to scare them. He was sure that the moment his young bride awoke, she'd take a good look at him and become frightened. He wasn't ready for that disappointment yet, not with his cock straining to the ceiling.

Instead of kissing her mouth, Jamie slowly ran a finger along the line of her cheek. She did nothing. Taking a hold of the blanket, he peeled it down, revealing all of her tempting frame to his gaze. The night rail clung to her curves, all the way down to her shapely ankles and perfect toes. Jamie shook his head. Perfect toes, what a ridiculous thought, but there it was. When she didn't stir at all, he became bolder, running his hands along her bare arms and over the soft swell of her stomach. 

The princess continued to breathe softly. Finally, he knew he had to see those luscious nipples, and began to slowly pull the night rail down her lithe frame. Soon, her high, round breasts were exposed to him, the puffy areolas tightening, her nipples turning to hard buds as the cool air assaulted her flesh. The color was indeed an exact match to her rosy lips. 

Jamie didn't stop there, however, eager to see every last inch of her skin. He pulled the thin garment right off of her body, his nostrils flaring as the sweet, honey scent of her skin rose up to greet him. Letting his eyes roam her still form, he saw soft, milky white thighs with a small triangle of satiny golden curls at the apex. Her narrow hips narrowed further into a tiny waist, her stomach only slightly rounded as she continued to breathe. 

Finally he laid eyes on her breasts again, and his cock began to throb. He didn't know if it would count as a kiss, but he knew he had to taste her. Climbing onto the massive bed to kneel beside her, he lowered his mouth to lick the swell of her sweet mounds. She tasted as good as she smelled, like milk and honey. She didn't move at all, but he thought her breathing may have become more shallow. 

Letting his tongue trail in ever shrinking spirals, he reached the peak, taking one pebble hard nipple into his mouth, rolling the tight nub between his teeth. Groaning in pleasure, he reached down to unfasten his breaches and free his straining cock from his codpiece. It sprang forward, eagerly pushing towards the naked, supine body before him. Throwing off his tunic as well, he leaned down, his furred chest rubbing against her smooth stomach as he feasted on her sweet skin. He sucked one nipple before tonguing his way to the other, one hand stroking his pulsing cock. 

After a few blissful moments of savoring the taste of her he'd noticed that her breathing had become erratic, and those sweet rosy lips were parted and panting, though her lashes still rested upon her cheeks. His cock jerked in his hands as he realized she was receiving as much pleasure from his touching her as he was. Suddenly, a wicked grin crossed his face and he abandoned her heaving globes, slick and glistening from his ravenous tongue, and nipped and nibbled his way down her abdomen to the thick mound between her thighs. Her breath was coming in gasps now, but she showed no signs of rousing. 

Lifting her legs to place her ankles behind his shoulders, he rubbed his slightly stubbled cheek along the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs. He could feel her tiny body begin to tremble, and he wondered if she might be ticklish. Releasing his cock, he placed his hands on her firm ass cheeks and spread her wide, exposing her bright pink slit. He could see that she was wet, her juices covering her pouting pussy lips with a glossy sheen. He breathed in her scent, a mixture of her honey skin and a sweet and salty almond. 

Unable to wait any longer, he dipped down to taste her, his tongue running the length of her slit. She was both bitter and sweet, and as he neared her hooded clit, he heard her let out a soft moan. Startled, he glanced to her face, but it seemed she still slumbered, so he lowered his head to taste her once more. 

Her body trembled again and again as his tongue ran along her juicy folds, tickling around her tight bud, tempting it to come out from its protective hood. Finally it jutted forth, exposed to him, and he flicked it lightly with the tip of his tongue. The sleeping princess let out a short gasp, and began panting heavily. Encouraged, he flicked the tight bud over and over, watching her face as her brows knit together and her head began to thrash, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. 

His tongue continued its play, mercilessly running it from the bottom of her lips up to her clit, over and over, until she began to let out soft little mewls of delight. He knew she was ready, and slid one finger inside her slick, hot sheath while his lips wrapped around her pulsing clit, sucking gently as he stroked her throbbing pussy. The princess's back arched, thrusting into his mouth as her body was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Her juices gushed into his mouth, dripping down his chin, and he took his painfully engorged cock into his free hand, grunting as he thrust several times. Feeling his sac tighten, and the princess's body beginning to relax, he raised himself up and pumped his fist over his throbbing shaft until his hot cum spurt out onto her soft white stomach. 

For a moment his eyes remained on the sight of his seed, shot onto her milky flesh, then he looked again at her face. Her eyes remained closed and a sweet smile curved her lips. Finding a linen handkerchief, he gently wiped his cum from her body and tenderly slid the night rail back on her body. 

Covering her with the blankets, so that she was exactly as he found her, he closed his codpiece and trousers around his spent cock . Sir Jamie leaned forward to gently place a loving kiss over her lips. 

The princess's eyelids fluttered and she opened them to stare at him with deep emerald green eyes. Her smile became shy, and she flushed in sweet confusion, her body still humming from the pleasure he had brought her, but unaware of why she felt this way. He smiled back, his eyes smoldering into hers as he extended a hand to help her rise from the bed in which she had been imprisoned for a century.



The Sleeping Princess Ch. 02



Rosella awoke, staring up into the face of a man. His dark features and intense gray eyes made her flush with warmth. Her body tingled and throbbed pleasurably. He appeared the perfect knight, except for the secret smile that played across his lips, as though he knew something she didn't. He spoke softly to her, and she was disappointed to learn that she didn't know the language. She smiled sadly.

"Kind sir, I fear that I do not understand you."

The man frowned and spoke again, this time in a language she understood. It was old Anglian, which although the language of many old tomes, was rarely spoken by anyone. His grasp of the language was minimal.

"Princes, I Sir Jamie. I free you."

Rosella smiled at his attempt and answered with only slightly better grammar.

"My thanks, Sir Jamie. How long am I sleeping?"

"It one hundred years, lovely one."

Rosella's mouth fell open in shock, her hands gripping the sheets. One hundred years. Everyone she knew and loved was dead. Listening quietly, she heard no one else rousing in the castle, and realized everyone else must have fled this cursed place. The sorceress who had cursed her had also killed her parents. She was the only one from her kingdom left. The sorrow of it hit and she couldn't help the fat tears that pooled in the corner of her eyes and rolled down her fair cheeks. Her body trembled and she choked back a sob. Suddenly Sir Jamie took her in his arms, gently kissing the tears from her cheeks and murmuring soft words in his language. She turned into him and let her grief wash over her. She didn't know what he was saying, but it made her feel safe to be wrapped in his embrace. When his lips found hers, she didn't resist the soft pressure of his lips sliding across her own. When his tongue flicked her rosy lips she gasped in surprise. Sir Jamie took advantage of the opening and thrust his tongue inside.

Rosella was still feeling the humming sensations in her body that she'd felt on awakening, and they intensified as Sir Jamie stroked her mouth and lips with his tongue. She began to squirm in his lap and she felt something pressing hard into her bottom, which was beginning to pulse strangely. When Sir Jamie began to peel her night rail from her shoulders she pulled away, embarrassed. But Sir Jamie trailed kisses down her neck and shoulder, causing her breath to come in short gasps, as he whispered reassuringly.

"My Princess. We wed soon. You mine. I yours. Relax."

Rosella wasn't sure if she was ready to marry her rescuer. She didn't know him at all. But the sorceress who cursed her had said true love's kiss would wake her, so she relaxed and trusted that this must be right. Sir Jamie felt her reluctance melt away and pulled her dress lower. He knew they didn't have much time. His servant Stephen would be coming soon to see if he'd succeeded, or if he had died at the claws of the dragon. Once that was done, they would send word to the many serfs and peasants, as well as knights who had all rallied to join his new kingdom, should he awaken the princess. A kingdom wasn't worth much without peasants to work the land and serfs to serve their new king. So he took this time to make sure that the lovely princess couldn't change her mind once she was fully awake and realized there might be other, better, choices. His tongue swirled across her skin until he reached her breasts. Taking one taut nipple in his mouth he began to suck the puckered little bud. Rosella gasped and held his shoulders tightly as she began to feel the place between her legs grow moist and throb each time he sucked. She moaned, arching her chest into his mouth. Suddenly he lifted her up, siding her night rail all the way off her body and laid her on the bed. She watched in eager fascination as Sir Jamie rapidly peeled his own clothes from his body. He stretched out on top of her, covering her soft body with his own hard one, taking her lips to still any protests she may have had. He reached a hand between them and stroked her swollen clit. The princess moaned into his kiss. She was wet and ready, still stimulated from before she was awoken, and now from the playing with her sensitive nipples.

"Will hurt, princess. Not long."

Rosella wasn't sure what he meant until she felt a strong pressure at the entrance to her most private place. She felt a soft, yet hard rod rubbing against her pulsing center, then pushing inside her womanhood, stretching her open more than she imagined possible. Rosella grabbed Sir Jamie's shoulders and clung to him as he pushed his cock into her velvety pussy. When he reached the barrier, he leaned down to suck her nipple, causing her sheath to squeeze him tightly and she moaned in pleasure. When she started moving her hips against him, he decided she was ready and thrust himself deeply into her molten heat. She screamed in surprise as he broke through, but the feeling of being filled so fully with his cock while he sucked her tight nipples was more than she could bare. She began to grind her hips into his, mewling softly in pleasure. He didn't move an inch, making her get worked up into a frenzy before finally, slowly, pulling his cock out to the entrance of her pussy. She whimpered in frustration, afraid he was done, and screamed in pleasure as he thrust deeply back inside. Sir Jamie slowly began to pump in and out of her sweet, hot pussy, while his mouth continued to tease first one nipple, then the other. The princess was arching her hips and breasts into his caresses and felt the pleasure inside her begin to build, her body pulsing as she reached her peak. Rosella thrust her hands into Sir Jamie's hair, clutching him tightly to her breast as her sheath gripped his cock in a spasming orgasm that brought melodious laughter to her lips. Sir Jamie stared at her somewhat strangely, but the look of bliss on her face told him the laughter was a good thing. As Jamie's hot cum shot into her womb, Rosella's pussy gripped him one last time, the tremors milking his cock until every last drop coated her trembling center.

Sir Jamie and Rosella lay panting, cuddled together in the afterglow. Occasionally a sigh, followed by a tiny giggle would rise up from her chest, but eventually she fell asleep, one leg thrown over her rescuer's muscular thigh. Jamie nearly laughed himself. The chit had slept for one hundred years and less than an hour after awakening, she was napping. Not that he blamed her, he felt rather relaxed himself. It was a dramatic change from the last time he'd had sex. Jamie frowned and looked over at the silken beauty breathing softly at his side. It was worth it, to have her and her kingdom now, but at the time, he wasn't so sure.

Jamie knew how many men had died trying to slay the dragon and claim the kingdom of the sleeping princess. In one hundred years, there had been hundreds of attempts, all of which failed. Sir Jamie knew there had to be more to it than just bad luck or lack of skills. He had inquired to a few magicians and witches, if there was anything they could give him to help in his quest, but they had seemed doubtful. Other men had wondered too, if slaying the dragon would require more than might and mettle, and asked for magical weapons to help in their quest. They were all dead. Not ready to make his grave in a dragon's belly just yet, Jamie decided desperate times called for desperate measures. He would go to Severna directly. The sorceress who had laid the curse in the first place must know how to defeat the dragon. 

He had only heard rumors that the lady was still alive. He could scarcely believe that after one hundred years she could be, but some magic users were crafty enough to cheat death, at least for a while. So when he climbed through the thick forest and up the mountain that was the entrance to her cavernous palace, he was a bit unnerved by what he found. The sumptuous throne room was carved from the solid stone of the mountain. The long hall was carpeted with thick white furs, which shone in the flickering, fireless torchlight. At the end of the hall was the throne, which was piled high with furs and pillows, and sat in front of a mural filled with the skulls and bones of men, plastered to the wall. To either side of the throne itself were two cages. One held a man, who looked miserably at nothing in particular, his broad, muscular body crisscrossed with scars and healed wounds. The other cage was empty, the equally abused occupant kneeling between the legs of the sorceress. The woman reclined on the couch like throne, her legs spread wide as the man licked and sucked her bald cunt. She had deep caramel skin, but unnaturally pale platinum hair that spilled over her naked body. The only covering she had was black runes tattooed all over her body in intricate spirals, and the man's head as it bobbed between her thighs. Her eyes were like her hair, an unnaturally light color, so that there almost appeared to be no iris at all. Her pupils dilated as he approached and her rich, deep voice echoed in the room, surrounding him with her presence.

"Mmmm. Another man here to beg a favor."

Sir Jamie was reminded of a panther who had stalked his knights one dark night. She was practically purring with the thought of fresh meat. He swallowed his apprehension and knelt reverently before her, trying hard to ignore the man sucking her pussy. 

"Lady Severna. I have come for advice on how to awaken the sleeping princess."

Jamie heard a chain jerk, and noticed that there was a collar on the man who had been slurping the sorceress's cunt. He immediately ceased, and the whole room was still for a long minute.

"I've never had a man bold enough to ask me to break one of my own curses. You have balls, my man. Is there an equally sized cock to go with them?"

She sneered and Jamie chose to ignore the question and press on.

"I know how many men have died trying to defeat the dragon. Getting through the forest of thorns is challenging, but most magicians or witches can provide a man enough protection to pass. It's always the dragon that gets them, and the thorns merely block their escape. I know dragons are hard to kill, but I wonder if you enchanted the dragon as well? Thorns and a dragon seem too easy to have killed hundreds of men..."

Jamie realized his blunder immediately when the sorceress sat up and leaned towards him, the sneer turning to a full on wicked grin.

"Easy? You think my protections to be simplistic? Unimaginative, perhaps?"

Jamie swallowed hard before rushing to explain.

"No my lady, quite the opposite. The apparent simplicity is ingenious. It is a lure, making it that much more dangerous to those who underestimate it. A perfect weapon, leading wolves to the slaughter. I believe no man could defeat it without your help."

His answer seemed to please her, as she leaned back and reclined again onto the cushioned throne. Lady Severna tossed the chain at the man kneeling by her feet, and he obediently caught it. Immediately he walked into the empty cage and closed it himself. The lock clicked loudly in the hallway. The sorceress gestured to the two men before responding to his plea.

"You see these men? And those who grace my wall?"

Sir Jamie didn't feel he could speak without showing his fear, so he merely nodded.

"These men sought to gain my favors as well. But none were able to pay my price. They tried though. If you can give me what I desire, then I will give you the sleeping princess and her kingdom. Dare you try? You know what awaits you..."

The sorceress lowered her lashes and looked at the men in the cages. Suddenly they both wore hopeful expressions, clinging to the bars of their respective prisons.

"These men would be glad if you failed. You would take one of their places, and they would finally be free to join the wall, no longer a living trophy."

Jamie's breath had become shallow, his teeth gritted in fear. He now knew the price of failure. Eternal servitude to the sorceress, until death claimed him. Now he knew how she kept so young. She was draining the lives of the men, and the hundreds on the wall made her much older than she appeared. It was obvious that most men who came to her failed, and he feared she would ask an impossible task. The defeat in his voice was apparent.

"What is your price, my lady?"

Her whispered words, husky echoes bouncing off the walls.

"Make me cum."

The shock on his face as he stared into the narrowed eyes, was obvious. Like the dragon and thorns, it seemed too simple. As he looked at the men, however, he realized that there was more to it. Some women did have difficulty reaching orgasm. He'd heard men swear that it was impossible for some women to cum, but he never believed it. Having an orgasm for a man was taking control and for a woman it was about losing control. Some women just couldn't give control to a man, and when he took it by force, she lost all her pleasure. The sorceress Severna was practically a goddess. Giving control to a mortal man would be very difficult for her. The men she enslaved brought her pleasure because she controlled them. She used them like toys, and the control was what got her off. Considering her price, he figured that these men had never actually caused her orgasms, but merely brought her to the brink before she took the plunge herself. If they finally did bring her pleasure, it would fulfill their end of the bargain. He knew that she was asking he take control and dominate her. She would not help him by taking her own pleasure.

"Tell you what, sir knight, I will first give you a glimpse of what your life will be like if you should fail, then I will give you the opportunity to flee, or please me."

There really was no refusing her. He realized it right away, that every man who entered here would be forced to submit to her one way or another. Jamie nodded his head in acceptance and instantly a rope encircled his neck. The end was in her hands and she pulled him towards her until his face was just inches from her lips. Licking his jaw line, the sorceress whispered in his ear.

"You're mine now, bitch. Obey me, or I will hurt you even more."

Jamie steeled himself for what was to come, but he knew it was in vain. She shoved him backwards with more force than he expected, and he hit the stone floor hard. She was on top of him instantly, coiling the rope to bind his hands to a stud in the floor, then snaking it down his body to bind his legs wide as well. Finally she coiled the rope tightly around his nut sac and part of his shaft. He was surprised to see that his cock was semi-hard, unsure if this was going to bring pleasure, pain or both. Lady Severna threw the rope into the air and it dangled back to her, resting across a beam between the stone pillars of the throne room. He realized that she must have conjured most of the equipment. Surely he would have noticed it before. Her powers were astounding. Grinning down at him, she pulled the rope, gently at first, stroking his cock and balls with the cord. Then she pulled harder, yanking his member sharply until he cried out in pain. Then she held it tightly and pressed one smooth foot against his sac. Massaging the swollen and abused flesh with her toes, she rubbed his fuzzy balls across her entire arch before finally pressing down in a vicious kick with her heel. Jamie saw stars. While his nuts continued to throb and ache painfully, she swung from the rope to land with her legs on either side of his head. Slowly, still pulling tightly, then releasing, and pulling again on his maltreated cock and balls, she lowered shorn pussy to his lips. Immediately he tried to lick her swollen lips, but that only earned him a cruel yank that made him howl in pain.

"You're my bitch. You do only as I command. You do not touch me unless I tell you to, you do not move unless I tell you to, and you will never cum unless I tell you to. The only thing you may do without needing permission is to beg for mercy!"

With that proclamation, she lowered her pussy to his face and nearly smothered him for several seconds. When she raised herself, he was gasping for breath.

"Now slave, you may suck my pussy."

Dropping to her knees, Lady Severna ground into his mouth. Knowing she would likely punish him if his teeth grazed her sensitive clit, Jamie merely stuck his tongue out and let her slide it across her moist cunt. She tasted divine, like some kind of mead. He sucked in air when he could and tried to enjoy her sweet and spicy flavor in spite of the tight pulls to his battered cock and sac. He knew he was getting harder, in spite of the pain, and could feel himself swelling against the tight ropes. Finally, he felt her clit thrusting past her hood as his tongue continued to stroke her flesh. When she pressed her swollen clit against his mouth he sucked it obediently, feeling the short bud throb against his tongue as he swirled its surface. The sorceress was moaning, and he wished he could see her face as he sucked her. She had stopped pulling so violently on his privates so he knew she was focusing more on her own pleasure. He imagined her large breasts thrusting upwards as she arched her back, her neck exposed as her head tilted back while she panted in heat. He could actually feel her hair tickling his stomach, and knew the picture in his mind must be close to the reality. Suddenly she stepped away from his mouth and he lay gasping for air, watching his gorgeous tormentor as she reached behind her back and pulled something hidden from thin air. It was a riding crop. She held the rope and began pumping his cock to stand at attention. While she did this, the sorceress would snap the crop against the instep of his feet, cutting deeply into the calloused skin. He cried out with each whip, but his cock continued to grow. When it had reached its full length, the whipping to his feet ended, leaving the burning throb shooting up his legs. That's when she straddled him, presenting him with her ass as she lowered her body onto his rigid and throbbing cock, pulling the rope tightly to raise his hips.

"Time to fuck me, slave. But don't you dare cum, or I'll take the crop to your balls."

Jamie nearly choked in fear as he felt nearly ready to burst when her tight hot pussy enveloped his tortured manhood. Grinding on his bound cock was both heaven and hell and Sir Jamie struggled to maintain control. Then she leaned forward, still pumping him with her steaming cunt and slid the fat end of the crop along the crack of his ass. His whole body went rigid as he realized what was coming next. Slowly she worked the smooth handle into his puckered asshole while she continued to ride him. The rod slid in easily and she began to fuck both his ass and cock at the same time. Now Jamie was crying out in pleasure as she relentlessly stroked him with the rod and her hot cunt. He knew he was doomed. He could barely contain himself, and began to beg for his life.

"My lady! Please, I cannot take any more, please let me release!"

"If you cum now, I own you knight. You will wait until I give you leave!"

Sir Jamie felt hot tears sting his eyes. He was a grown man, yet he was weeping before this stunning sorceress. She began to fuck his ass harder while slowing the movement of her pussy, delaying her own pleasure while still pushing his own. Jamie struggled, continuing to plead with her, but was able to gain just enough sense to realize that this meant she must be close. He tried thrusting his hips and she yanked on the cord to still him. His fierce scream set her off, however, and she began to ride him harder, the fucking of his asshole slowing as she shifted focus onto herself. He felt her already tight pussy begin to grow slicker and tighter as his pleas became more impassioned.

"Your pussy is so hot and tight, my lady! I cannot bear it! I is like a fucking vice! I want to cum into your cunt. Please let me cum, my lady, I beg you! You are killing me!"




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 02



Lady Severna's moans were drowning him out, but he could tell the begging was turning her on. Finally, just when he was sure he was going to cum and seal his fate, her body shattered above him and her hot cum gushed onto his balls and belly. The thrill of triumph was intensified as she screamed over and over.

"Cum in my pussy, slave! Shoot your cum in me now!"

Finally he had release and his cock exploded inside her rippling cunt. When she felt the hot cum she growled in pleasure and ground down onto him, letting her body soak up his seed. The sorceress sat still on his cock for some time before finally raising herself from him. The bonds and whip disappeared and she turned to stare down at his limp and trembling body. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and the flush of her body had turned her from rich caramel to milk chocolate. Her pupils were wide, and her hair in disarray. She was stunning, and he regretted that she had not allowed him to watch her as she rode him. He would have loved to see her large tits bounce as she thrust down on his cock.

"I will give you ten minutes, sir knight. Then it will be time for you to choose. Make me cum again, or flee with your miserable life."

Sir Jamie lay on the floor for the whole ten minutes, trying to figure out if there was any hope of dominating the sexy dominatrix. He thought about all the things she had done to him. It was his experience that women often did to their partners what they wished done to them. It was a subtle hint that many men never caught, which is why so many unfulfilled wives had turned to more sensitive hands. He doubted she would want him to tie and whip her, and he knew he lacked the tools anyhow. All her instruments of torture were conjured by magic, and he knew nothing of sorcery. There was nothing but soft furs and pillows in the throne room. Instead, he focused on the areas of his body she had chosen to torment: his feet, his ass, his mouth. She had also enjoyed his begging. Perhaps these were the clues he needed. 

It felt like far less than the ten minutes she'd promised when Severna returned, demanding he make his choice. Sir Jamie wanted a kingdom. He was prepared to die for it. Was he prepared to suffer decades at this evil woman's hands? No, but watching her half lidded eyes, he knew he would not have to.

"Before I give you my answer, my lady, I have one question."

"Ask."

"Will you stop me from doing what pleases you?"

Sir Jamie's confidence that he could pleasure the sorceress had been growing, and he felt sure the price could be paid. So long as she didn't cheat. If she kept him from exploring what excited her, as she surely did to her slaves, then there would be no point in trying, he would be trying forever, just like the men in the cages. The rich laughter of the sorceress rang throughout the hall.

"You are much more intelligent than most of the men who come to me. Perhaps you will be one of the few to claim a favor of me."

It wasn't an answer, but he knew it was implied. She would let him do as he wished. When she reclined back onto the throne, Sir Jamie rose onto his hands and knees and crawled to her side. She opened her legs wide, and he knew she expected him to dive into her hot pussy. Instead, he began to stroke her soft, firm legs, tracing the pattern of tattooed runes with feathery fingertips.

"My Lady is so strong, she makes me feel powerless in her presence. She has conquered so many men, brought us to our knees. There isn't a man alive who could resist you. Kings, wise men, they are all your slaves for the taking."

Between his impassioned whispers, he kissed and nibbled her legs until he reached her slender ankles. His lips continued to slide over the thin skin while his hands gently rubbed and massaged her feet, sliding his fingers between her toes, missing not an inch of her. At first he could feel her tense, her toes curling as the nearly tickling sensations assaulted her. Then she began to relax, enjoying the pleasure of his nimble fingers caressing her sensitive arch and toes. When he finished with one foot, he began on the other side, starting at the top of her thighs and teasing his way down to her foot again. The sorceress began to breathe more deeply, anticipating the erotic massage to come. This time, when her legs were limp and her head lolled backwards as she enjoyed his fingers dancing across her instep, he didn't release her foot, but instead, trailed his kisses from her ankle down to where his fingers had rubbed, licking small circles across her instep until he reached her toes. The sudden change from fingers to mouth caused Lady Severna to gasp, her gaze falling back to him, watching his face intently as his tongue dipped into the crevice between her big and index toe. When his hot tongue caressed the sensitive skin, she gasped, her toes wiggling in surprise. He continued down the line until he'd reached the tiny pinky toe. He gazed up into her eyes, watching her tits heave with her panting breaths, then took the toe into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue on the underside of the digit. The sorceress nearly pulled her foot from him, but he wrapped one strong hand around her ankle and held her gently, but firmly still. He could feel her body trembling as he went from toe to toe, sucking and nibbling while his hands caressed her ankles and calves. When he switched to the other foot, she was moaning and writhing in the pillows of her throne. Trailing kisses back up her legs, he began to whisper again.

"You make my cock ache for you mistress. I wish I could feel your mouth on my body, but I fear you. You could destroy me with a single word, or bring me pleasure or pain with another. I want you to fuck me until I scream for mercy, but I know I am unworthy of your affection. I hope my pitiful attempts to pleasure you give you satisfaction. Let me worship your body, I am your slave."

His whispered rant came to a close as his hands reached her ass cheeks and spread her wide. Lady Severna expected him to lick her pussy now, and he could see her clit was throbbing, aching for it. She'd already soaked herself with her juices and they were running down the crack of her ass. Instead of going for her throbbing pussy, he leaned lower and began to lick her juices from the rim of her asshole. The sorceress cried out in pleasure and grabbed his head, unable to maintain her relaxed posture any longer. She held his head between her thighs while his tongue swirled around the entrance to her ass and the sensitive skin between it and her pussy. Her pulsing cunt let down more juices as she began to grind into his face. Taking his cue from her increasing pleasure, he thrust his tongue deeply into her tight asshole, grateful that the sorceress was not only covered in her musky juices, but also appeared to have excellent hygiene. She was moaning and thrashing wildly, her fingernails digging painfully into his scalp, but Sir Jamie continued his assault of her ass until she yanked his head upwards towards her pussy.

"Lick my cunt, slave, now!"

"Yes my mistress."

Dutifully, Sir Jamie licked the folds of her soaked pussy, delving into the folds but completely ignoring her clit. The tiny nub was thrusting proudly from its hood, straining towards his lips. Instead of giving her the satisfaction he knew she had asked for, he continued to tease her, sliding one finger into her ass and another into her pussy while he tongued her. The slow thrusting of his fingers and the maddening dance of his tongue was nearly putting the sorceress over the edge. He could feel her cunt begin to quiver and grip his finger, so he slid yet another into her tight sheath. A strangled gasp escaped as her whole body arched into his slowly pumping fingers.

"Suck my clit, you worthless man! Suck it! Suck it!"

"But mistress, I am unworthy of your gorgeous clit."

"You do as I tell you to slave, now wrap your lips around my clit until I squirt on your face!"

"Yes my mistress."

Sir Jamie flicked her throbbing clit with his tongue, eliciting a scream of pleasure from Lady Severna, before finally taking the tight bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around its length. He changed up his hands, sliding three fingers into her shuddering pussy and two fingers from the other hand slipped inside her asshole. Alternating his rhythm, he finger fucked both holes while delicately tonguing and sucking her engorged clit. It was a mere minute before the sensations built to a peak, and the sorceress splashed cum onto his chin and face. He didn't stop, however, and she rode the orgasm for a full thirty seconds before finally slumping against the throne, panting. He could feel her still trembling against his fingers, and it was then that Jamie decided he needed to show the sorceress who was in charge. He had fulfilled his end of the bargain, bringing her pleasure, and now he would take his own.

Lady Severna gasped in surprise as Sir Jamie's body covered hers and his hard cock slipped up her asshole. She had barely a moment to register the change in him before he began to thrust into her sensitized hole, one hand reaching down to fuck her pussy with his fingers and rub her pulsating clit with his thumb. In spite of the role reversal, her earlier arousal left the sorceress intensely sensitive, and she arched her body into his pounding cock, moaning and begging.

"Fuck me, oh, fuck me, yes! More! Harder, yes, harder! Ah!"

Sir Jamie obliged, slamming his cock deeply into her ass until she came a second time, her body squeezing him so tightly he could barely continue his thrusts.

"Come in my ass, come in my ass!"

Jamie roared in pleasure as his cock burst, shooting his jizz deeply into her smasming hole. Leaning down, placing both hands on either side of her head, Sir Jamie stared hard into the sorceress's pleasure heavy eyes, his cock still buried in her hot body. The nearly white irises stared back and he saw her smile wickedly, nearly purring with delight.

"You would make an excellent slave, sir knight."

Jamie roughly pulled his cock out of her asshole and thrust it back again, causing the sorceress to shout in surprise.

"I will make a better king, my lady."

Sighing with disappointment, she nodded her head and shoved him from her body. He stood before the throne again, with his clothes returned.

"You will indeed become a great king, sir knight. There are few men who can be both dominant and submissive. Your willingness to humble yourself to me proves you worthy of my assistance, and your arrogance in taking your own pleasure from me proves your worthy of a kingdom. Give me your sword."

Sir Jamie unsheathed his broadsword and handed it hilt first to the Lady Severna. She snapped her fingers and the door to one of her cages swung open.

"Come, slave, let us see if you can finally be of some use to me."

The man dragged his feet, watching his mistress warily as he approached her, his chain rattling with each tentative step. When he finally knelt before her feet, the sorceress smiled down at him, her pupils dilating as she lifted the sword high and thrust it into his chest, chanting an incantation in some demon language. When he'd realized what she intended, Jamie had taken a step forward to stop her, but it was too late. As she lifted the sword from the man's body, blood gushed like a fountain to soak her legs and cunt. The man fell to the floor, clutching his flowing wound, and a gurgling laugh escaped his lips. Sir Jamie no longer felt sorry for the man. This was a release. The other slave stared with longing at the blood soaked body, as the sorceress handed Jamie the dripping blade.

"Do not wash it, and it will pierce the skin of the dragon where other blades have not."

"My thanks mistress."

"Do not thank me just yet, sir knight. One day I may call upon your new kingdom. Such talent as yours will not be easily forgotten."

Sir Jamie shuddered and hoped she was wrong, and he was forgotten. The sorceress snapped her fingers again and the second cage door swung wide. As Jamie turned and walked down the hallway, he could hear the slurping of the slave licking his mistress's pussy clean of the other man's blood. He left quickly, eager to win his kingdom, and claim a softer, more gentle woman for his own.

Thinking of that demeaning experience, Jamie gripped his prize princess tighter to his naked body and thanked his lucky stars. She was perfection, meek and pliant, and she came with a whole kingdom. Hearing someone calling his name from the courtyard below, he realized that Stephen had come to see if he'd survived. Sir Jamie gently kissed the sleeping Rosella and donned his clothes. Leaving her to her rest, he climbed down the tower to make arrangements with his servant for beginning his new reign as king.



The Sleeping Princess Ch. 03



Rosella awoke naked in her bed. The memories came flooding back of her rescuer, waking her, claiming her. Her new king. Sitting up, Rosella winced at the tenderness between her thighs. She was a little embarrassed. This man may have woken her from her slumber, he may even be her "true love." However, he was also a complete stranger, and she had given herself wantonly to him. She bit her lip in frustration as she realized he hadn't even asked her name, simply calling her his princess. When she heard voices talking in the courtyard in the unfamiliar language he had first spoken, she realized that they were no longer alone. 

Rushing to her wardrobe, the thick blanket wrapped around her body, she prayed that her clothes were still there. Her sigh of relief when she saw the beautiful silk and satin dresses hanging in the cabinet was short lived. The first one crumbled in her hands and moths flew out from the tattered remains. Almost all the dresses were similarly ruined, and she nearly sobbed in frustration. If her new king was bringing his men, she couldn't meet them in her night rail! 

Rummaging through the ragged dresses, she located a box at the back that seemed to have survived the onslaught of vermin. Opening it she found a deep blue gown. Taking it out, she shook the wrinkles from the simple two layer dress. As she gazed at it, she remembered why she had never worn it. It was terribly revealing. The long billowy sleeves were detached, leaving her shoulders bare and the bodice was corseted and laced tightly to reveal much of her cleavage. The delicate embroidery and rich silk fabric clung to her body, making her feel nearly as exposed as if she were merely wearing a shift. It was still better than the shift, however, and she wriggled into the tight corset, just managing to tie it behind her. 

Finding her tiara and the locket containing the picture of her mother and father, Rosella searched vainly for a veil that hadn't been eaten by the moths. However, there was nothing she could use to cover her long golden hair, so she simply plaited it over one shoulder and placed the tiara on her head.

Gathering her courage, she walked slowly down the steps, her slippered feet making almost no noise. The swish of her skirts whispered in the corridor, and she peeked out of the doorway, sighing with relief as she saw her rescuer speaking to a single man. With as much dignity as she could muster, in spite of her breasts nearly popping out of her gown, she greeted the two men with a pretty curtsy and a bright smile.

Both men stood speechless for a moment, until Sir Jamie noticed that his companion's jaw was nearly touching his chest. Jabbing Stephen in the gut, Jamie stepped forward to take his lady's hand and bow reverently before placing a teasing kiss on her hand. He allowed his tongue to taste her briefly before he permitted her to pull her hand away. The light kiss had sent a flush to her cheeks and she murmured something in her native language before remembering he couldn't understand her.

"Greetings my king."

Her old Anglian was far superior to his own. Stephen simply stared in confusion at the lovely vision before him, rubbing his abused stomach. He didn't know any old Anglian, but the girl herself was so distracting he doubted he'd have understood her if she were speaking his native tongue. He couldn't pull his gaze away from her slender neck and shoulders, the creamy white skin flowing down to tiny round mounds that looked as if they would slip from the bodice at any minute. He finally tore himself away when Jamie began to speak, first in Anglian, then in old Anglian.

"Stephen, this is the princess. Princess, this Stephen, my man."

The princess curtsied again as Stephen took her hand and kissed her fingertips. He didn't have the chance to linger, however, and watched Jamie enviously, as he led the girl to the dais in the great hall, seating her in the smaller chair next to the throne. Sitting next to her, stroking her hand lightly, he continued his prior conversation with Stephen, leaving the poor princess to sit in silence. She was furious! Again, he never even asked her name! Neither man noticed while Rosella fumed in silence. 

"So, I need you to send word to the local towns, as we discussed."

"Yes, m'lord. I already sent my falcon ahead, so some men should be arriving soon to begin with fixing up the castle. We need to make sure that we have a well defensible position. It won't be long before someone comes along and tries to challenge your right to this kingdom."

Jamie looked at his prize princess, then at his prize castle, an intense feeling of possessiveness stealing over him. This was his castle, his lands and his princess. No one would be taking them from him any time soon. When his giddy gaze was not reflected in the tense features of his lovely bride, he frowned in consternation. She was awake! The spell was broken! What on earth gave her lovely lips that terse scowl? Taking her hand again, he felt her fingers stiffen in his.

"What is problem, princess? You look... not happy."

Rosella took her hand from his and stood abruptly. Gathering her skirts, she swished off in indignation, not bothering to reply to his inane question. Jamie watched her go, but wasn't terribly concerned. There wasn't anywhere she could go, and he still had details to work out with Stephen. She would come and tell him what was bothering her when she was ready, or he would seek her out when he had finished. 

Rosella worked out her anger as she stomped around the empty castle, staring sadly at the dilapidated decorations and furniture that had once been her home. She saw the kitchens, where she had often snuck down to taste fresh biscuits in the morning. Now they were empty, except for the spiders and rats that lived among the old bones and glass jars. She saw the vacant solar, the dusty books and ratty loom, her father's leather arm chair where he would read poetry to her and her mother in the evenings. Rosella sank down to the floor and began sobbing, the pain of her loss still fresh. 

All of a sudden she began to feel very dizzy. Rosella put a hand on her forehead, noting a slight flush creeping over her. It felt somewhat familiar, but she couldn't place it. She tried to crawl over to a nearby armchair, but simply didn't have the energy. Laying her cheek against the cool stone floor, she closed her eyes, sinking into a deep, dreamless slumber.

*********************************************** Jamie and Stephen were finalizing their strategies for protecting the new kingdom when the sky abruptly clouded over. The dark clouds were a surprise, since the morning had risen with nary a cloud for miles. Jamie didn't know what to make of it, until Stephen's sharp gasp caught his attention.

Following his gaze, Jamie noticed something strange about the castle. When the spell had broken, the thorns choking the keep had shrunk back and the sky had brightened to match the normal weather of the surrounding area. Now there were vines slithering up the sides of the walls. Jamie rushed to the gate and was stunned to see the thorn bushes were slowly beginning to re-grow. The site of the dragon's ashes was being blown by a growing wind.

"Stephen, we need to find the princess."

Stephen didn't question his lord's orders. He took off in the direction of where the girl had run, his eyes searching frantically for his lieges bride. Jamie scanned quickly, leaving Stephen to check any corners he missed. Finally, he made his way through the kitchens and into the solar, where he spotted the princess's prone form.

At first, he was terrified that she was dead. It hadn't occurred to him that the spell went beyond waking her, that her life was tied to the spell as well, but he wasn't surprised. He'd heard a few men claiming how they would do away with her if they won the castle and she wasn't what they expected. A few had feared an old crone. With no family to protect her, what was to stop them from doing with her as they wished?

It was then that an old wizard joined the conversation, scoffing at the warrior's ignorance of magic. Lady Severna's spell could only be broken by true love's kiss. No man who would kill the princess would ever make it past the dragon. It was the old wizard who had given Jamie the idea to visit the sorceress himself. True love, to his knowledge, was a myth. The twisted wench had probably said that to sway the weak willed from trying, and tricking the bold and chivalrous to their deaths.

Leaning over his princess, Sir Jamie touched her lips, feeling for breath. He was both overjoyed and confused when he discovered that she was, indeed, still breathing. If she wasn't dead, then what was happening?

He wasn't sure why, but it was obvious that the spell was reasserting itself. Gathering the sleeping princess in his arms, he carried her up the steps to the tower room, ordering Stephen to continue with their plans. Stephen looked unsure, but bowed low, rushing out of the castle, being careful not to step in the whirling dragon dust.

When Jamie laid his bride on the bed, he gazed at her with a mixture of concern and frustration. He had been certain the spell was broken. Leaning over her inert form, he planted a quick, soft kiss on her lips. Nothing. His frustration was mounting. He kissed her again, more deeply this time, but with the same result. Had the sorceress been teasing him? Had she given him the means to slay the dragon fully knowing that the spell could not be broken? Or was he missing something?

Again, the old wizard's words came back to him. True love's kiss. Jamie still didn't believe in true love, but there was one aspect of love that he was intimately familiar with. Inspiration dawned on him as he recalled that the first kiss he'd given his princess had not been on her perfect bow lips. Perhaps he needed to make love to her before kissing her. Most women believed a man in love when he was inside of them. It was the first thing a young, amorous man learned when he wanted to get between a woman's legs. Promise her love and she'd give you everything.

Quickly, Jamie stripped his clothes from his body. He started to remove the princess's clothing with the grace and finesse he always gave to a woman he was about to ravage, but her soft slumber meant that she probably wouldn't notice. Peeling her dress and shift from her body in one swift movement, the detached sleeves quickly following, he covered her body with his, feeling his cock growing with excitement.

Pleasuring a sleeping woman was not something he'd ever done before he'd met his bride, but it seemed easier than when a woman was awake. She wasn't concerned about her appearance, or what he would think of her if she enjoyed something truly sinful he was doing. The girl's body had simply reacted to his lovemaking without any reservations. Jamie found that he was looking forward to this more than he should. Besides her total openness to his caresses, she also couldn't tell him no once he was about to burst and she had second thoughts. 

Jamie straddled her narrow hips and stared down at her naked body. He gazed at her perfect pink nipples and knew he had to taste one. But before he did, he slid his hands from her stomach up along her sides, tickling her ribs and eliciting a slight gasp. He had been right, before, she was ticklish. He finished by palming both breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands, spilling over his fingers just enough.

Flicking both nipples with his thumbs, he concentrated on her face, watching her expressions as she moaned and sighed in pleasure. When he was quite certain she wouldn't wake up without the loving kiss, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

She arched into him, her hips writhing against his groin as she pressed her puffy nipple farther into his mouth. As he sucked her sensitive bud, Sir Jamie slipped one hand between them and stroked her nether lips. Her body bucked and he felt her opening was slick and wet. His cock was more than ready, so carefully he slipped it inside of her, his lips and tongue still teasing her breast.

The princess was still tight as when he'd first taken her, and hotter than ever. His cock swelled even more as it felt her soft walls engulf him, sucking him deeper inside her body. She moaned and lifted her hips to meet his thrust. 

There was no shyness this time, no hesitations. Her body responded to his with a rising, unconscious passion, begging him for more. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of her body. Jamie closed his eyes, burying his head between her bosoms as he tried to focus on the rhythm instead of bursting immediately into her hot tunnel.

One of his hands reached beneath to cup her buttocks and press her hips even tighter against his own. When he felt the first flutters of her pussy, signaling to him that her release was getting closer, he began to quicken his pace, thrusting harder. He took one of her legs and pulled it up to wrap around his hips, granting him even deeper access to her body.

The princess was thrashing in ecstasy, her moans rising to loud cries of excitement. When her orgasm finally peaked she nearly screamed her moan was so loud. Jamie knew he was close as well. His body was on fire, and he felt a closeness to his bride that he hadn't ever felt with anyone else. At least that was what he'd tell her if she was awake, that he'd never felt this way before.

Suddenly he wanted her to be awake. He wanted to look into her eyes as she felt him gush his seed inside her. Maybe watch as she came again, her eyes darkening in pleasure. He'd whisper her name as she came and she'd hold him tight. Jamie was annoyed when his fantasy was shattered by the fact that he didn't know his princess's name. He'd forgotten to ask, too caught up in planning his new kingdom. Well, that could be easily rectified. Still pumping long, hard strokes into her pussy, Jamie leaned down and kissed the princess's open, panting mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply.

Her eyes fluttered open and stared at him in wonder and shock. He was right, they were a deeper blue when she was consumed with her passion. He ended the kiss, then trailed it down her jaw and neck, finally coming to her ears. He was enjoying the soft, surprised mewls of delight she was making, and when her pussy clenched him once more he knew she would reach climax again if he could hold off just a little longer.

"My princess..."

His hot breath against her ear was almost as intoxicating as the pleasure of his shaft sliding hot against her body. Her hands lifted from the bed to grip his shoulders, feeling her nipples as they brushed against his chest.

"My king... My Jamie."

Jamie chuckled. Now was the time.

"Your name, my love, tell me it."

The princess was nearly breathless, but he made out her stuttered reply.

"R-rosellllla."

"Mmmm... Rosella, my Ella."

Rosella had never had anyone call her by a diminutive of her name before. It made it feel special, something between just the two of them. She glowed with happiness, feeling cherished and loved. She wasn't sure how she got here in the tower, but at the moment, she didn't care.

Jamie continued to whisper words of love to her in his native tongue. She didn't understand it all, but it sounded exotic and sexy. Her fingers were clenching and unclenching his shoulders as he thrust in and out of her, and her own inner muscles were beginning to match the rhythm as well. When his lips slid against her own, kissing her deeply once more, Rosella burst, her pussy shuddering as it let down her juices, gripping his cock tightly. 

He left his eyes open and so did she. He watched in satisfaction as her eyes widened and her brows soared while the pleasure rolled through her body. He swallowed every sigh and moan in their kiss, and when her body began to relax, he thrust hard three times and burst inside her. She could feel his cock twitching as it coated her inner walls. She felt as if she'd been claimed, branded from the inside out by her king and lover. She could barely wait until she could call him husband as well.

Jamie sagged down on top of the princess's body. He was heavy, but Rosella liked his weight. Eventually he raised himself up onto his elbows and gazed into her face. Rosella felt a blush creeping up her naked body. She couldn't read anything from his expression, and was surprised when he finally spoke.

"We need get you tutor."

"Beg pardon, my king?"

"Tutor. For speaking. I not say what I want."

It took her a second to understand that he wanted her to learn the new Anglian so that they could communicate better. She was touched.

"When men come, we find a man to tutor."

He started to rise, pulling his clothes back on. Rosella pulled the blanket across her naked form, her mind whirling with questions she knew he might not be able to answer. She asked anyhow.

"My king, why am I in the tower? What happened?"

Sir Jamie paused in fastening his breeches. At first, she wasn't sure he would answer her, but finally he spoke.

"You slept again. The spell."

Rosella wasn't sure what to say. Did that mean the spell wasn't broken? Would she fall asleep again? Did that mean Sir Jamie wasn't really her true love and she had given herself to a man in sin?

Her thoughts and worry were interrupted as he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

"I come soon. Men here in hours. I prepare."

Rosella nodded mutely, but he was already heading out the door. He blew her a kiss, then walked out. Her feelings of safety and love were diminishing with every second he was gone. Doubts crept up on her, causing her fine brows to knit in worry. She didn't understand what was going on, but she vainly hoped that once their language barrier was gone it would all be resolved. 

Rosella felt so alone without her family or friends. She was desperate for Jamie's love. But it wasn't just the curse of the sorceress. There was something about Sir Jamie that drew her to him. She hoped it wasn't some fancy, and that they would be able to build a real relationship soon. Right now their relationship seemed to be based solely on his rescuing her and sex. Rosella blushed deeply again, then shook her head in annoyance. No one knew her thoughts, there was nothing to be ashamed of in her own mind.

The princess didn't know what Sir Jamie would be doing to prepare for the arrival of his men. She wanted to help, but knew that in most men's work she would find herself getting in the way. She wasn't strong and she didn't know much about fortifying a castle beyond rallying the troops. After her brief tour of the ruined keep, however, she did know that there was more to her worth than a bloodline claim to the throne.

Pulling her dress back on, she hurried downstairs to the dilapidated kitchens. There was a sturdy brown smock that hadn't been eaten by moths which she used to cover her dress. Her hair she covered in a ragged but clean dish towel. Rosella was surprised that the old brook cook kept in the corner was still stiff and usable. She began to sweep away the cobwebs and spiders, then found an old rag to wipe down the dust. It was hot, dusty work, and she was glad she'd had the foresight to cover her dress and hair.

She spared a minute to peek into the pantry and was a little glad to see that it was empty. Almost. The barrels and sac were ripped open and scattered on the floor, but the food was not rotting on the ground. Everything was completely picked clean. This would simply be a matter of sewing the sacs back together or replacing them, then nailing the barrels shut once more. 

Slowly she walked through the trap door into the cellar and noted that there was nothing more than a slightly damp scent to the air. Feeling around for tinder and a torch, they were exactly where she expected them to be. Lighting the torch, Rosella checked stock of the few prized mason jars containing pickled fruits and eggs as well as several bottles of wine. The canned food was probably spoiled, but the wine would hopefully be well aged. If not, she would find use for the vinegar.




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 03



There was no way she could feed her betrothed and his men with what was in the castle, but if they brought a deer or boar she could certainly cook it in the kitchens now. Dousing the torch she put everything back and walked out to the great hall.

The floor was littered with dry bones and moldy straw. Most of the straw had actually turned to dust, but some of it still stuck to the floor. A few determined weeds had taken root in the thin, strange soil. Removing her detached sleeves and putting them into a pocket, Rosella went to the hearth and looked for a shovel. Finding one, she surveyed the area, trying to determine the best approach.

Digging the moist, dusty soil would be hard work. It was thin, but it was everywhere, and the straw laced through it. Before she started anything she needed to figure out where she would put it all. The small windows were set high and the glass was mortared into the stone. The large double door that led outside to the courtyard might work, but she wasn't sure she could get it open on her own. Every other exit led to a hallway that would lead to a different chamber. Finally she decided to go back to the kitchen and gather as many of the broken sacks as she could. She laid them out near the door and began to throw the dirt on top, piling high on each individual piece of cloth. Hopefully Sir Jamie's men could drag the debris outside for her when they showed up. It was the best she could do.

Halfway through one side of the keep she looked down at the cleaned hall with its rotting but still sturdy table with pride. The knights would have somewhere to dine and sleep. A single table could fit ten men on top and then six more on the benches if they were pressed together. This gave the great hall a comfortable sleeping arrangement for over thirty men. The kitchen table would likely hold five more. It was plenty of space for a small accompaniment, and if there were more, then at least the floor would be warmed by the fireplace.

The fireplace! She'd completely forgotten to clean it first. It was the most important part. If they slept on the dirt, so be it, but it was vital that they stay warm. Quickly she laid out a few sacs and scraped the stone with the shovel, clearing away the ash and wood debris that was well preserved in the large hearth. Her castle keep was blessed with a chimney. On one side of the chimney was the great hall and on the other was the kitchen and its large brick oven. The roasting pit was outside, covered by a wood tiled overhang. Rosella was suddenly very thankful that her parents had invested in wood roofs instead of the usual thatching. It would need much less repair after all these years. 

The thought of her parents made her eyes well up with tears. She sniffed, determined not to cry, and threw herself back into scraping the dirt on the other side of the hall. When she had begun there was not much light filtering through the south facing windows. As the time progressed, she noticed the light steadily growing. When she came back from the kitchen after drawing water from the well faucet that was built right into the floor she noticed that the shadows were all gone. It must be nearing noon. Her stomach had been grumbling loudly all morning, but she had simply ignored it. There was nothing to eat in the castle but the pickled and canned foods, which were probably spoiled. She wouldn't try them, that's for certain.

She wondered if Sir Jamie's men would be arriving soon. She didn't know what he had planned for them, but she certainly had some ideas about what they could do once they were settled in and fed. She looked at the tall pile of dirt next to the doors and then at the loosely paved floor. Time to sweep. Once the floor was as clean as she could make it, she surveyed her work with pride. Her back ached and she had a few blisters forming on her hands, but it was worth it. They had no table cloths or rushes, but it was clean and her new subjects would have a comfortable place to dine and sleep.

Rosella was a princess. Cleaning and maintaining the household were not her normal duties. Her mother had taught her how to oversee the servants whose duties it was. The long, tedious, grueling work gave her a stronger appreciation for the people who had worked for her. She had to shake her head roughly to keep from crying again.

Unsure what to do now, and with her stomach growling in a very unladylike manner, Rosella decided to see what was left of the gardens outside the kitchen, then check the orchards in the posterior courtyard.

The garden was overrun with weeds, but she was delighted to see that the parsnips and radishes as well as a few turnips had survived. Most of the herbs were indistinguishable from the wild tangle of plants, but she hoped that a little gardening might clear it up.

The orchard had fared much better. The apple trees were in full blossom and the blackthorn trees sported tiny white flowers. The blackcurrant and raspberry bushes were dotted with sparse fruit. It looked as though birds or mice had been eating most of the crop, but they seemed to have survived being suffocated by weeds.

After eating her fill of the remaining raspberries, Rosella took off the smock she had worn to cover her fine dress and used it to pick as many berries as she could from both bushes. It certainly wasn't enough to feed an army, but it would take the edge off of their hunger, she hoped.

Just as she began to tie off the ends of the smock with the dish towel that had covered her hair, she heard the loud ruckus of men gathering in the anterior courtyard. Carrying her haul into the kitchen she put it on the table and swiftly donned her sleeves, smoothing over her plaited hair and dusting her skirts. She wanted to be presentable when she met Sir Jamie's men.

Sir Jamie had been walking the battlements, scouting the castle's defenses and taking stock of the armory. There were plenty of well made weapons and armor, just as he'd expected, so his men would be well armed. He'd also found a hidden door in one of the four towers that led to a secret room. Inside had been several chests filled with gold and silver. He was relieved. Looking around the castle he'd noticed several gold and silver plates and chalices displayed, but he had hoped it wouldn't be necessary to melt them down to pay for his new kingdom. The castle lacked decent tapestries and most of the furniture, including the throne, was far into rot. Everything, including parts of the roof, needed to be replaced.

Much of the labor he would be contracting would be paid for with land. Eager men with families who wanted a plot to farm would gladly put their backs into renovating and reinforcing the castle. He was sure they would bring geese and pigs as tribute as well. What he needed the money for was goods. A few merchants would surely travel to the new kingdom to offer gifts, but these would be small tokens, designed to earn his patronage and show off their wares. Castles were cold and drafty without tapestries to cover the walls and furniture to keep one off the floor.

Sir Jamie had already made an inventory of the few tapestries that were not crumbling from mildew, planning to fortify the great hall with them. His Ella had a nice, warm tower room, the tapestries there somewhat protected by the sorceress's spell. They were delicate when new and might crumble if he tried to move them anyhow. The thicker, sturdier ones were better suited to the main room anyhow.

When Jamie heard the loud clamor of men in the courtyard he knew Stephen had returned with the first group. Word was being spread to willing farmers and merchants to come visit the castle, but in the meantime Jamie needed knights to man the battlements. The strong men could also start with some of the work, though they wouldn't be happy about it. The moat needed to be dragged and the roof tiles needed to be replaced. Wood needed chopping and some of the stones had been dislodged by the thorns.

Jamie was still concerned that the forest of thorns was not completely receded. They resembled mere weeds at the moment, but he knew they could return with a vengeance. It seemed he would need to pay particular attention to his new bride and make sure she kept believing he was her true love. Walking around the keep to meet his men, he winced as he realized he'd ignored her most of the day in his eagerness to take stock of his new abode. Oh well. If the men were gaining easy access to the courtyard then surely she was still feeling the glow of this morning's love making.

Stephen had gathered together an accompaniment of about 17 armored and mounted knights and one lowly friar. Jamie was especially pleased to see that unlike most knights, the majority of these men carried a crossbow or longbow. Most knights considered bows to be a "commoner's" weapon, but anyone who regularly hunted for himself would know how to shoot. This meant that these were mostly low born knights who were joining him in hopes of gaining wealth and status. Perfect. It also meant they would be driven. When Stephen saw him striding towards them he raised his fist in the air, shouting.

"All hail King Jamie! Long live the king!"

The men instantly took up the cheer and went down on one knee. Jamie hid his euphoric smile and instead went to each man individually and greeted him. A few of them were young, and seemed awestruck. Most were much older than he was, and appeared to be withholding judgment. It didn't matter. He would show them all soon enough.

"Greetings, knights! Rise! There is much to be done for our new kingdom. I need men to hunt for our evening meal and men to begin repairs to fortify our defenses."

Jamie was asking for volunteers before he started issuing orders. He wanted to see how many men were eager to please their new king and how many were just here for land. He was surprised when several of the older men immediately stepped forward and offered to hunt, cutting off the young men with eager faces. Jamie figured they were trying to avoid the task of manual labor, and it would give them more control over what they ate that night. The remaining men, with varying degrees of enthusiasm all offered to start repairs on the castle and one eager young man even suggested he chop firewood. Overall, Jamie was pleased. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for when his Ella walked around the corner.

All the men stared. A few even had their mouths open, jaws dropped in surprise. Jamie knew she was stunning. The fact that her hair was uncovered and her shoulders and breasts were largely exposed by the revealing dress made her an even more enticing sight. The bright smile on her rosy lips was perfect as she walked gracefully to stand next to Jamie, taking his arm. Without a word, all the knights, to a man, dropped to their knees in homage. If Jamie had any doubts about their loyalty to him, he knew they would all fight for this gorgeous princess. 

"Tonight will be our wedding feast! We will celebrate my marriage to the lovely lady Rosella, and the building of our new kingdom together."

The men cheered again. Rosella simply smiled. She wasn't sure what he'd said, since it was in the new Anglian, but when she heard her name she knew her king was talking about her. She noticed the friar and wondered if he were here to perform the wedding. The thought of becoming a married woman, of being queen, sent shivers up her spine. She was glad for it. She still had reservations about Sir Jamie, but she was terrified that something would happen and he would leave her alone and spoiled. He'd taken her virginity, and now the castle. She had nothing to offer anyone once those things were gone.

The men flung the doors to the great hall open. Jamie knew that it had been dirty and overrun with creeping weeds and dust, so when he walked into a freshly swept floor and saw the ready hearth and clear tables, he was very surprised indeed. He didn't know how it could have happened. He noticed the piles of debris loaded onto sacks in one corner and suddenly caught Rosella's eye. She was blushing.

"My princess, did you do?"

She nodded, glad that the other men were quick to light the fire with the old, rotting wood that was still stacked next to the hearth. It was brittle and only a little moist. Soon the room began to fill with the light and warmth.

"Aye, my king. I picked berries also. They are in the kitchen."

Sir Jamie marveled at his luck. Taking her hands in his, he placed soft kisses on the bruised and blistered skin.

"My lady not work. My men will now."

Rosella smiled and nodded. She had expected as much, but hadn't been able to bring herself to sit idle the whole day. The blisters and bruises on her delicate fingers would heal soon and no one would ever know that it was the princess who first made the castle presentable. Jamie pulled her tight to him and kissed her soundly. A few of his men whistled in appreciation, but most simply ignored them, allowing a modicum of privacy.

Rosella leaned into him, glad that her work was appreciated. When the friar coughed lightly next to them, Sir Jamie broke the kiss and made the introductions.

"Princess, this Friar Dale. He marry us tonight."

Friar Dale made a deep bow before he addressed Rosella in perfect Old Anglian.

"My lady, I am honored to sanctify your union."

"My thanks, Friar Dale."

Friar Dale tilted his head, listening to her speak. He nodded, mostly to himself, and then spoke to Sir Jamie in modern Anglian.

"Yes, I can hear her accent. I think her native tongue may be Galin. I do not speak it, but I will be able to teach her Anglian if her grasp of Old Anglian is broad enough."

"Excellent, Friar! I will give you full access to our chapel here and I hope you will be able to lead us in Mass in the mornings in addition to tutoring my wife."

"It would be my honor, your grace."

Rosella tried to make out what they were saying. She got a little excited when Friar Dale said "Galin," naming her native tongue. But when he shook his head as he spoke, she realized he had merely recognized her accent, and likely didn't speak it at all.

Sir Jamie led Rosella to the throne and bade her sit with him. He had the youngest of his knights search the kitchen for wooden trenchers and goblets. The berries the princess picked were split among the men and the cups filled with water. Jamie decided to wait until dinner to break out the wine.

Once everyone was refreshed, they got to work. It was very boring for the king and his bride, who simply sat and oversaw everything. Rosella thought it seemed wasteful, but there were so many questions the men had for Jamie that it would have been difficult if they had had to search him out while he bent his back with the knights. The men were efficient, though.

Soon there were several dear and a few ducks strung out to roast in the outside pit. When the kills had been brought to the royal pair for inspection, Rosella had made the intelligent suggestion of preserving the hide and feathers. They were short on everything right now, it wouldn't do to waste anything. Drying racks for the skins were set up in the anterior courtyard and the feathers were tied in a sac.

A light stew was being boiled in the kitchen's kettle using the meat scraped from the skins and the few turnips, parsnips and radishes left in the garden. It would be light fare, especially since there was no salt nor bread, but no one would go hungry during the wedding feast. 

Jamie also had a special surprise in store. He and Friar Dale had talked about using the wedding as a prime opportunity to perform the coronation ceremony. In the treasure room, in one of the chests, he had found two gold crowns set with pearls and blood red rubies. The larger crown had a soft lining of mink to make it more comfortable to wear, and it fit him perfectly. If it hadn't he would have padded beneath the mink until it had. 

The smaller crown was more like the silver tiara Rosella wore as the princess. It had more pearls and less rubies and had a lining of white swans down. There was a ribbon that would hold it to her head veil or braid into her hair. They were perfect, and he couldn't wait until the Friar married them and put the crowns on their heads, proclaiming them to all as the king and queen. 

King and queen of where still was bothering him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to use the kingdom's old name of Ilstoria or name it after himself. His family surname was Roux, meaning red, for a long dead ancestor. It was his family color, and the one he meant to adopt for his kingdom. His bride, Rosella, was also named for a red rose, and it seemed appropriate. Rouxinia seemed just as good a name as Ilstoria. He couldn't decide, so he put it to his bride.

"Ella, we name our kingdom Ilstoria or Rouxinia, for my family?"

Rosella blushed as he called her by her pet name. Then she paused in serious thought. She didn't know which answer would please her king more, so she tried to think of what would please her instead. It seemed a shame to lose the history of Ilstoria, but her family line was all but gone. It would now be Sir Jamie Le Roux's line that continued. Perhaps it would make more sense. However, she just couldn't hide her true feelings in her answer.

"My king, your family is my family, it would bring us great honor to carry their name. But it is a shame to lose the status history has given Ilstoria in the past."

Jamie nodded as he considered her answer. Yes, it would elevate his family, whom he hated. They had nearly abandoned him after he reached manhood. He loathed the idea of associating with them, but Jamieland had seemed too obnoxious.

"Yes, love, Ilstoria it will stay. We will make history richer."

Rosella was thrilled. She felt as if he had taken her desires to heart in the most important decision of the day. It made her feel loved and special again, and her heart began to warm. Maybe being Sir Jamie's queen was her destiny. Maybe he is her true love. She needed to stop her doubts now, since the wedding would be happening in less than an hour.

Indeed, as the sun began to set, the men reported back to the hall. Friar Dale gathered everyone together, and the satchel that hid the two coronation crowns, and herded his flock to the small chapel. The iron alter was still in good condition and the stone frescos on the wall were faded, but still recognizable as scenes from the first chapter of the holy book. The wooden pews were rotting, and the knights sat very carefully. Only one bench broke, thankfully, and before the Friar began.

The vows were simple and fast. The Friar asked Rosella if she would obey, serve, love and honor Jamie. She responded with a meek "I will." Then he asked if Jamie would protect, comfort, love and honor her, to which he boldly stated that he would.

Then the ceremony got more interesting, as the Friar rolled in the coronation.

"Then, by the power vested in me by the Almighty, I do hereby sanctify the marriage of Princess Rosella a'Ilstora to Sir Jamie Le Roux. By their marriage, all of their worldly goods do become one. It is by this sacred vow that I now crown you both King and Queen of Ilstoria. All hail the King and Queen! Long live the King!"

As Friar Dale placed the crowns on the newlywed's heads, the men responded, for the second time today, but for the first time officially.

"All hail the King!"

Rosella walked back into the great hall in a daze. She sat on the throne next to her new husband and king as the younger knights brought her a trencher of stew and a slice of tender duck breast. The men all ate with their hunting knives, but Jamie handed her a sliver gilt eating knife while he dug in with a similar one.

She ate sparingly, spearing the chunks of root vegetables and nibbling at the duck. She was hungry, but her stomach was in knots. It was done. She shouldn't be worried now. As his queen, she certainly couldn't be discarded, deflowered and alone to the world. And he seemed genuinely to care about her thoughts and feelings, in spite of his neglectful attitude. Now that there were others to take care of the everyday tasks of the castle, they would have more time to get to know one another, to develop feelings, dare she dream, even true love.




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 03



Although Jamie had made love to her before, Rosella was now his wife. It changed their relationship just a little. Before, he had to tiptoe around her, hoping to stay in her good graces in case she backed out of the wedding, although he never truly feared that. Now, he thought, he could let down his guard entirely. Smiling at that thought, he took a deep drought of the excellent wine from the cellars. A few bottles had soured, but most were merely stronger for their age. 

The men were all drinking heartily, except the few old timers who had agreed to stay sober and man the battlements. With the drawbridge up, there was little to worry about, but just in case, someone would be alert.

The small feast was picked clean. There would be nothing more than broth from the bones for breakfast in the morning. When everyone had their fill, the men began to chant raucously. They had been making ribald comments throughout dinner, causing Rosella to blush deeply and Jamie to start eyeing his new wife with an appreciative eye. He'd consumed much more wine than he was used to, and when they took up the chant, he was more than willing to oblige.

"Bed, bed, bed, bed!"

Jamie lifted a squealing Rosella in his arms and shouted to his men, forgetting that his new wife couldn't understand him.

"Think it's time to bed the bride, boys!"

They responded with cheers and followed him as he strode quickly up the stairs to her tower bedroom. A few quick men grabbed at her gown, ripping off the sleeves and skirt, each hoping to get a large piece of the "lucky" material. They would wear it as a badge of loyalty to their lady until they found a girl to marry themselves. A few of the men already had someone in mind, and tried the hardest to rip her gown.

The light material was thin to begin with, and old. It had fit her because it was hidden away in a box, but the years had not made it stronger. By the time Jamie reached the bed, Rosella was trembling, her eyes wide with fear as she stood in a torn shift in front of nearly twenty men.

The knights were all staring at his bride. She was gorgeous. Jamie struggled to pull of his own clothes, and his men laughed when they saw his raging erection.

"Don't slay the poor lass with that weapon my lord!"

"Not much he can do, she'll be bloody no matter how gentle his is, I reckon!"

Jamie, uncaring of his nudity, turned to his knights and winked.

"No men, no blood tonight. I had my lovely princess yesterday, when I first woke her up!"

The men exploded in laughter, clapping him on the back as he ripped the coverlet off to show them the bloodied sheets.

"Eager for her king, was she?"

Jamie turned his back to the men and advanced on Rosella. She was cowering near the head of the bed and scrambled on top of it as he approached. The men cheered, watching as he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her towards him. She screamed in fright. Rosella realized that he was drunk, and that this time would not be like the previous, loving encounters they had. She didn't think he would do such a thing if he were sober, but it didn't do her any good to wonder about it.

Rosella had drunk her fair share of wine as well, and since she'd been picking at the food, her own head was more than a little tipsy. She gasped in surprise, then pleasure when his body covered hers and his tongue bathed a perky nipple. She tried to wiggle away, but she was uncoordinated and unable to match Jamie's drink emboldened strength. 

The knights were all still throwing jeers at their new king, giving him tips. When a man told him to kiss her, he locked his lips to hers and kissed her with demanding passion, invading her mouth with his tongue. When another man told her to pinch her nipples, he rolled the tight buds in his fingers while his mouth continued to assault her. She tried to push his hands away as the pleasure was causing her to grow wet in front of all of these rough men. He took her hands in one of his and lifted them above her head, holding her firmly.

Finally, a particularly drunk young man pulled his cock out of his trousers and began to stroke himself. That seemed to be the signal for the others to follow suit. Their grunting and groaning was a strange accompaniment to the royal bedding. 

Jamie was enjoying having his wife in front of his men. She was a goddess and she belonged to him alone, they could only dream of her, and many probably would after tonight. He knew most of these crude men knew nothing about pleasuring a woman, especially after their instructions. He decided he'd show them how a king truly pleased his queen.

Rosella was writhing against her husband as he kissed her and rolled her sensitive nipples. Eventually he left her mouth to suckle the tender flesh. When he released her arms, she was past fighting him. Her skin was on fire with her embarrassed blushes, but it only seemed to fuel his desire. She felt his mouth lick and suck a trail down her body until suddenly he thrust her legs apart and nibbled the inside of her knee.

Rosella arched into his kisses, her body growing more and more wild by the minute. The wine was beginning to lower her inhibitions as well as the drugging feeling of his mouth and hands on her body. When he licked her silky clit she buried her fingers into his raven hair and screamed in ecstasy.

Some of the men came the second she screamed. They stared in rapt fascination as their queen held the king's face between her legs, her body shuddering and arching into him. When she began to calm, he rose up onto his hands and positioned his cock at her creamy entrance. The men took up a new cheer as they watched their king claim his bride.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Jamie thrust into her hot pussy and began to immediately match his rhythm to the men's chanting. It was slow, at first, and Rosella clung fast to his shoulders, her swollen lips gripping his cock tightly as her pleasure began to build a second time. Then the men realized he was matching their speed and began to chant faster and louder. Jamie quickly adjusted, thrusting harder and faster into her quivering sheath.

The men were stroking themselves faster as well. Rosella had her eyes closed shut, trying to block it all out, but she couldn't close her ears. Jamie loved how her creamy white flesh was mottled with the red blush and suddenly decided the other men would love it too. He rolled them on the bed so that she was on top of him and pushed her to straddle his cock, riding him. 

Rosella's eyes popped open in surprise and dismay. Her hands tried to pry Jamie's fingers from her hips as he lifted her up and down, grinding her onto his cock. It did little good, however, and only served to show off her large breasts as they bounced with his rough thrusts. 

When she gave up, he released one hand and began to rub her clit while continuing to grind her against his shaft. Rosella closed her eyes again and gave herself over to the pleasure, arching her body so that her long hair spilled down onto his legs. She'd worn it loose for the wedding and her tiara was still woven tightly to her head. She felt her body growing tighter and began to grind her hips on her own in short jerky movements, riding her king like he was some wild horse needing to be tamed. But she was the one who appeared wild as she began to moan and shout his name over and over.

"Jamie, Jamie! My king, my love, ooooh! Yes! Yes, YES!"

Jamie felt her explode, her pussy gripping him tightly. He clamped her hips down so that she wouldn't push him out and kept lightly rubbing her throbbing clit. She screamed as she peaked and he roared his own pleasure as he gushed his hot seed into her body. The few men who hadn't already spilled let their jizz loose onto the floor, cheering mightily for the royal couple. 

When Rosella collapsed onto the bed, the men realized the show was over and slowly filled out, going to the great hall to find a warm spot on the tables. One kind knight retrieved the coverlet and laid it on the exhausted couple. Jamie was already snoring, the drink having caught up to him. Rosella watched the man warily, but he did little more than wink at her, then light the brazier before leaving. She clutched the blanket to her body and snuggled against her husband's warmth.

Rosella was conflicted. This was by far the most embarrassing moment of her life. It was also one of the most important. She knew some royal members had witnesses to their union. She vaguely remembered the Friar leering at her from the doorway. No one could ever argue that Jamie was not the rightful king, that he hadn't claimed her fully. She only wished it hadn't been so... so... spectacular. She felt she'd behave wantonly, and very unladylike. Hopefully everyone would still respect her in the morning. 

If not... Well, she didn't really want to think about that.



The Sleeping Princess Ch. 04



In the kingdom everything seemed to be going as planned. Farmers moved into the land and began growing crops, merchants set up shops in towns that quickly grew, and landless knights were flocking to offer their services. Everything was going exactly as he'd planned, with one exception: Jamie's new queen.

The morning after their marriage Rosella kept herself confined to her room. Sir Jamie didn't think this was terribly odd, at first, and chose simply to respect her privacy. He made sure meals were taken up to her, and when he went to her room that night he made passionate love to her again.

When she didn't come down the second day he almost got angry. However, he realized women, with their delicate constitutions, might have been more than a little embarrassed by having fucked their king in front of every man in the castle. So again, he respected her privacy, this time sending a merchant with cloth to size her for proper dresses. He remembered that she had worn the same dress twice and figured she must not have anything suitable.

Things followed that pattern for over a week, with Jamie sending up her meals and various merchants to fit her for expensive clothes, jewels, shoes and ask her opinions on various items to decorate the castle. Then he would climb the tower and spend hours adoring her body.

She never complained, indeed, he thought she rather liked his lovemaking. However, he couldn't help but notice that as the day wore on, the clouds around the castle grew darker and more substantial. Jamie knew that he was missing something important in the spell, but he was at a loss as to what. After the second week of waiting for Rosella to descend from her tower, he decided he'd had enough.

"Ella!"

Rosella could hear Jamie as his boots tromped up the stone stairwell. She was nervous. She'd secluded herself in the tower for weeks, yet nothing seemed to change. She had almost given up twice, but resolved to stay in the tower until her husband gave her the respect she deserved.

She felt cheated. Here was a man who could make her feel both intensely loved and shamefully ignored at the same time. He filled his days with his duties, and his nights with her body, but he never seemed to want anything else from her. All the precious trinkets and clothes felt more like payments than gifts. She wondered if he was just waiting for her to breed an heir and then all the attention would stop.

She fervently hoped not. She'd been having strange dreams and her breasts were tender. She had no idea when her menses were due, since the enchanted slumber had obviously ceased all of her natural functions. She had noticed, before the curse, that she always bled during the waxing moon. This week the moon was full, and her courses hadn't come yet.

It seemed impossible that she was pregnant already, but she knew the signs. Her mother had gone through several miscarriages before finally accepting that one daughter would have to be enough. Rosella spent half of her childhood alternately celebrating each subtle sign of pregnancy and mourning the loss of potential brothers or sisters.

When Jamie reached the top of the tower he was ready to break down the door. He was just a little disappointed to find that it was unlocked. Normally he simply walked into the room. He'd begun to consider the frilly, feminine room to be his own. With his hand still on the handle, he had a sudden inspiration, and chose to knock instead.

"Ella! I'm coming in."

Rosella was surprised to hear the knock. She was even more surprised that he seemed to be waiting for her to answer. Before he could grow impatient, she responded. She had to clear her throat twice before her voice came through clearly.

"Come in, my king."

Jamie walked in slowly, fixing his eyes on his wife. As always, her beauty nearly took his breath away. She was his, all his. He had to mentally shake himself to keep from throwing her onto the bed and ravishing her. Perhaps afterwards.

She watched him warily. She recognized that look in his eye. It was the one that usually meant he was about to make love to her. Even though she always enjoyed the things he did to her body, this was not the time. Rosella found herself backing away as Jamie practically stalked her. When the backs of her knees hit the bed she found the courage to speak.

"My lord..."

Jamie cut her off.

"We need to talk, my queen. You have been neglecting your duties."

Rosella bristled. She neglecting her duties?!?! Rosella could feel her face beginning to flush hot with anger. Jamie recognized the rising blush, but he'd only seen it during their lovemaking. He knew he must have hit a nerve to rise such passion in her. When she stepped away from the bed and began to advance towards him he stood his ground until they were nose to nose.

"How dare you! How dare you spend weeks ignoring me, using me for your pleasure, then accuse me of ignoring my duties! You never even allowed me to have duties! Other than fucking you in front of your men to validate your throne!"

Jamie fought the urge to roll his eyes. Now he saw what had gone wrong. The girl was expecting him to play the doting suitor and instead he'd spent his time building the kingdom. He hadn't realized his bride was so naïve.

"Ella, if you had come down I would have explained your duties."

Rosella felt like her head was going to explode. Her cheeks were on fire and she had to struggle to relax her jaw enough to respond.

"Oh, I see... so you would have explained my duties. I rather thought I already knew the duties of a wife and queen; helping the king to rule the kingdom. But you didn't need, or want me for that, did you?"

Jamie resisted the urge to pat her shoulder patronizingly.

"I would have loved your assistance, but you never came down."

"And I was supposed to show my face after the debacle of our wedding night? How are the men supposed to respect me when they've all seen me naked!"

Jamie didn't quite succeed at keeping the smirk off his face. Rather than hitting him, Rosella screamed in frustration. This resulted in an ill suppressed snicker from king Jamie. He was laughing at her. 

Rosella felt as though she was possessed, her hand reaching out to grab the first thing within arms length. Her fingers closed over a silver candlestick. Jamie was barely able to register surprise before the candlestick came flying at him, thumping solidly into his chest. 

The force of the blow took his breath away and he stepped back. Encouraged by his slight retreat, Rosella grabbed for something else. Jamie held his hands up to ward off the tallow candle that came flying at him, breaking against his forearm. He stood there, deflecting the myriad of objects she pulled from the side table and flung at him. Finally she seemed to be running out of steam and sunk down to the floor, still clutching a hairbrush in her hands.

Jamie rather expected to be angry, but he wasn't. Watching her hurl objects at him like some avenging Fury had a strange effect on him. He wasn't surprised that he felt his cock hardening. He'd always liked strong women, and suspected that the reason he'd left her to her privacy instead of coming for her sooner was that he'd thought her timid and unappealing unless she was naked underneath him. 

He was surprised, however, to feel guilt creeping up on him. He hadn't tried to find out anything about her character. The only reason she appeared timid was that he'd put an innocent into situations she couldn't possibly have been prepared for. Watching her crumpled on the floor, chest heaving with expended passion, he knew he'd misjudged her.

Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his shaggy hair, trying vainly for words to fix the situation. Rosella, however, had not finished.

"I spent my childhood dreaming of the prince who would become my king, and how we would rule our people wisely, together. I dreamed of love and mutual respect. Now we're married, and you do not love me, you do not respect me, and you do not want or need my help ruling the kingdom. I suppose you're just waiting for me to produce an heir. Well, in that case, you're in luck, because it seems I'm breeding already."

Jamie stared down into her forlorn eyes with shock.

"You're pregnant?"

"And when your heir is born, what will you do? Will I continue to spend my life in this tower, or will you do away with me so you can marry someone else?"

Jamie let her words sink in. It wasn't too far from the truth, in some respects. The thought had certainly crossed his mind. He certainly wouldn't have killed her, but after the first week of confining herself to the tower, he'd begun to rather enjoy the fact that he could do what he wanted during the day without the nagging demands of a wife all day. However, he hadn't left things as they were, had he?

"I'm here, aren't I?"

Rosella had to admit, she was surprised after all this time that he'd come up. She thought she knew why.

"It's embarrassing, isn't it, to have a wife that no one ever sees? And it's not like anyone would forget me, after the debacle of our wedding night."

Jamie clenched his jaw. It was true. His men had been making comments about him keeping his sexy queen all to himself. After the first week, however, they began to get suspicious. Why would a woman consent to being left alone in a tower all day? Most royal women were so demanding and meddlesome that the household was run ragged. Not that anyone was complaining, but it just seemed unnatural. Unnatural and unjust, if the king was at fault.

Jamie had come up the tower this morning because he was sick and tired of the men whispering that his wife was still under the spell, and that Jamie wasn't the rightful king. He could deal with her throwing tantrums and driving them all crazy, but he couldn't handle this passive aggressive stance that put all the doubt on him.

Jamie stood, staring down at his queen, trying his best to harden his gaze.

"You will not remain in this tower. You will come down for meals and you will sit at my side while I govern Ilstoria."

Rosella fought to hold his gaze. She wanted to look away, but refused to give him the satisfaction.

"Ah, the perfect wife, silent, obedient, chattel."

"And beautiful."

Rosella gulped. That look was in his eyes again. She was on the floor, up against the bed. There was nowhere to retreat to. So the only option she had was to stand and face him head on. It took all of her courage to keep her eyes on his. All of her life she'd been admired and respected because of her rank. She'd never had to prove herself to anyone. Now it was time to prove to herself that she deserved to be queen.

When she stood up to him, refusing to back down, Jamie's eyes filled with lust. He wondered if she'd fight him or if she'd capitulate, as she always had before, screaming his name, her cries echoing in the courtyard for all to hear.

His hands grasped her arms, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin silk of her nightgown. She sucked in her breath and he waited.

Rosella felt the familiar fire shoot from her nipples as they hardened to tight peaks. This was a familiar scene. Every night, when he came for her, she had considered fighting him, forcing him to acknowledge her, forcing him to realize that she had worth beyond the pleasure of her body and her ability to produce an heir. But every time, she gave in to the pleasure he brought her, and convinced herself that she would rather he come to value her on his own. Well, he'd finally come to her, and she was not about to let him conquer her again.

Putting her hands between them, she pushed his hands away from her.

"No."

Jamie's blood began to heat. His lips curled into a smile.

"What did you say, wife?"

He cupped her breasts in his palms, pressing his body against hers, his lips whispering dangerously into her ear. Rosella's voice shook, but remained strong.

"No!"

She shoved her whole body against his, catching him off guard so that he was forced to step back.

"You may not have me. I will not let you use my body for your pleasure."

Jamie chuckled and stepped towards her again. He caught her wrists as she lifted her hands to shove him away again.

"But my sweet Ella, what about your pleasure?"

His voice sounded like a cat's purr, a large, sharp-toothed cat that had caught a mouse. She knew he was toying with her, but she didn't want to play.

"I do not want any pleasure, not from you!"

Jamie twisted her arms behind her back, holding them both firmly with one hand while the other began to fondle her body, eliciting a sharp gasp when his fingers stroked her damp center through the thin material.

"No? Your body seems to disagree. Although, if you find me so repulsive right now, I'm quite certain one of my knights would be more than willing to pleasure you."

Rosella's eyes widened in disbelief. Was he threatening to throw her to one of his men if she disobeyed him? Rosella couldn't believe it, and decided to call his bluff.

"Any man would be preferable to you."

The challenge to his manhood was too much. The rising desire he felt was enflamed by his anger. He threw her to the bed and quickly disrobed. 

Rosella could have used the reprieve to make a break for the door, but she knew running through the castle in her nightdress would do her no good, supposing she even made it to the door. Instead, she steeled herself for the fight of her life. She knew he could easily overpower her, but she wouldn't make it easy on him. More than anything, she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of showing her pleasure.

Rosella was ashamed that the sight of his naked body as he climbed onto the bed sent a thrill through her. She was prepared to fight him, but fighting her own body would be the true trial. She couldn't help it; she flung herself away and tried to flee to the door. She hoped he wouldn't chase her through the castle while naked. The time it would take to put on his trousers would give her a head start.

She didn't make it off the bed. His fingers snaked around her ankle and dragged her towards him, her nightdress bunching about her waist and exposing her buttocks to him. She twisted her body to kick him, but his other hand wrapped around the other ankle and he dragged her closer, still face down on the bed.

Rosella screamed in lust and anger when his fingers spread her ass cheeks and his tongue snaked between her nether lips to flick her throbbing bud. She tried to push herself up, but Jamie held her firmly to the mattress. He resumed his assault, his tongue lapping at her folds, her sweet juices exposing her growing excitement. The young queen could do little more than grip the edge of the mattress and shout her frustration.

"No! Stop at once! Oooh! Let me go! Please!"

Jamie ignored her pleas, thrusting his tongue deeply into her pussy, causing Rosella to scream, bucking against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue.

"No! I won't, I won't, I won't!"

She tried to resist it, but her body ignored her completely as it exploded with a powerful orgasm. Before she could recover, Jamie flipped her over onto her back. Desperately she flailed at him, striking him with her hands and feet until he roughly thrust himself between her legs. His roar of primal triumph overpowered her screams. Tears of frustration began to leak out the corners of her eyes as she pounded her fists uselessly against his chest.

"Get off of me! I hate you! I hate you!"

King Jamie grabbed her wrists again, pinning her to the bed while his mouth descended on her breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Rosella began to sob between screams as she felt her body begin to peak again. His cock sliding in and out of her body, combined with his mouth on her nipple, was so intense she couldn't fight it. Her hips unwittingly rose to meet his, and the more she kicked and struggled, the harder he pounded her, increasing her pleasure.

Jamie's mouth left her nipple to whisper in her ear.

"You belong to me, Ella. You are my queen. You can fight me all you want, but it will accomplish nothing. Your body recognizes its husband and master."

Rosella could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm. His cock was so long and hard inside of her, pulsing hotly, she knew he must be close too. In a last frantic attempt to wrestle back control, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, feeling the blood gush into her mouth. Jamie released her wrists to wrap his hands in her hair, yanking her head back. His mouth crushed against her lips, his tongue invading her mouth as his hips ground against her. He tasted his blood on her lips, thrilling in his victory as he swallowed her screams of pleasure as she gushed hot juices over his cock while he simultaneously pumped his seed into her.

He collapsed on top of her, her body still trembling, caught in the aftershocks of the orgasm. She was sobbing, near hysterical with the powerful, conflicting emotions that were coursing through her. 

Jamie caught his breath and rolled over, taking her with him. He held her tightly to his chest as she wept. His satisfaction from the intensity of the sex was marred by the fact that it hadn't really solved anything. Her tears were a blatant sign that all was not well between them. He hadn't expected his domination of her to fix everything, but he had hoped it would at least bring her to her senses, and realize that she wanted him.

Rosella cried her heart out against his chest, feeling utterly defeated. If he had so little respect for her that he would flat out rape her, then it was pointless. He could never love her. 

Just when he thought she was done with her bawling, his young queen began to cry again in earnest. He thought he knew what she wanted. It was what every woman wanted, and the crux of her curse. True love.

Briefly he considered lying. He could just tell her what she wanted to hear. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, he knew how convincing he could be. As he held his weeping wife in his arms he was sorely tempted to just make it all better, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he did something he'd never done before. He told her the truth.

"My parents never pretended to love one another. My mother married my father for his money and he married her for her body. I've known many women, all of whom have professed to love me, but never once has a single woman stirred me to want to stay with her for more than a few nights. It wasn't that they lacked beauty. They were all beautiful. It wasn't that they were brainless idiots, although some were. There were even a few who could have made fine wives, but they could never give me what I truly wanted."

Rosella stopped crying to listen to him.

"I want to be respected for who I am. I want men to follow me because I am worth something. You have given me the opportunity to gain what I desire most. For this, you will always have my esteem. When I made my vows to you, I meant them. I will protect, comfort, and honor you for the rest of my days. I will be faithful to you and I will do everything within my power to give you anything you ask. I cannot give you something I don't believe exists, however. I have never seen true love in my life. It is something men tell women to get under their skirts. It's something women tell men to convince them they'll be faithful. And yet, it's always a lie. The men use the women, the women cheat on their men with anyone who says 'I love you.' I won't sit here and lie to you, Ella. I won't tell you I love you when love doesn't even exist."

Rosella lay quietly, listening to her husband's heartbeat. She had to admit to being stunned at his revelation. He didn't believe in love? She knew he was being honest. He wasn't telling her this just to dismiss the issue. She felt her heart constrict. The shattered and broken pieces began to mend as she realized that this man, her husband, hadn't dismissed her out of cruelty. He hadn't raped her to demean her. He just didn't know how to love. He was lost. Rosella determined then and there that if she could, she would help him find his way.




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 04



King Jamie watched warily as his wife pushed herself up so that she could meet his gaze. He was expecting more anger, disbelief even, but what he saw in her bright green eyes was unexpected. He couldn't quite place it. It looked similar to when she was consumed with passion, writhing beneath him, except he knew she was fully spent. Although the strange fire in her eyes was unfamiliar to him, he knew it held no more malice. Unbelievably, she'd forgiven him.

He knew he was right when she took his face in her hands and kissed him gently on the lips, then sagged against him. He held her tightly, his mind whirling with confusion. She felt so good against his naked body. Never before had he wanted to just lie in a woman's embrace, but he couldn't bring himself to push her away just yet. This woman, his queen, who now carried his child and heir, she made him feel something he hadn't felt in years: peace.

Neither the king nor the queen was aware that their argument had spawned a swirling storm cloud that covered the whole of Ilstoria. The people huddled in their homes as the sky darkened, certain that the curse on the princess had returned. All were surprised when the storm dispersed as suddenly as it came, bright sunlight bathing the kingdom fully for the first time in over a century. Jamie's man, Stephen, watched in awe as the vines that had begun slithering up the walls went up in a puff of smoke instead of sinking down into the ground, ready to sprout anew. It looked as if the curse had finally been lifted once and for all.

Meanwhile, in her mountain palace, the sorceress Severna wrapped her fingers tightly around the neck of the man she was riding. Grinding down onto his rigid shaft she reveled as she watched his lips turn blue and his eyes bulge as she robbed him of air. His hands and legs were chained and he was powerless to stop her as she killed him. Just before his body gave out, the sorceress felt his cock explode, sending her own body into a spiral of pleasure as she felt his life force draining into her own body.

She held her fingers tightly against his throat for a minute longer. Then, leaning down to place her own lips over his, she breathed into him once, twice, thrice. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he was brought back from the brink of death. The wretched hopelessness in his eyes nearly brought her to orgasm again. When he'd felt himself dying he'd prayed that this time he would be able to slip away into the peace of death. But no, as with every slave, she kept him just barely alive so that she could suck the years from his life, and thereby extend her own.

Although the man appeared to be in his early twenties he was nearly fifty years old. Each year he would have aged was taken from him, maintaining his youthful appearance on the outside, but still bringing him that much closer to death on the inside. Most of her slaves lived to be in their eighties before the spell stopped working and the slave finally died in a wrenching spasm of orgasm, his heart giving out, unable to be revived.

Lady Severna waved her hands dismissively and the man's chains pulled him back against the wall. She ascended to her throne, her lithe, ebony body drawing the unwilling gazes of the other slaves. Reveling in the complete control, she decided it was time to check in on the last man who'd come to visit her, the one who'd managed to escape.

Her slaves shuddered in fear as she began to chant in an ancient tongue that none of them knew. The whirling cloud that grew before her shimmered, showing the castle of Ilstoria, closing in on the tower room where she saw the new king as he raped his queen. 

She watched with glee as the sky darkened and the thorny vines crawled over the stone walls. It seemed the insatiable new king would fall to her soon. When the curse overtook the young queen for the second time it would imprison him and his men in the castle, where she would make the offer of death or servitude. They always chose to serve her, never truly understanding what it would mean.

Lady Severna snapped her fingers and one of her slaves appeared to begin licking her cum spattered cunt as she enjoyed watching the domination of the Ilstorian queen. She hated that family. The old king had come to her to beg for an heir. His pathetic little wife had lost five babes and the idiot refused to annul their marriage and find a better queen. He believed he was in love with her. 

Bah! Love. She decided to test their love by granting them their fondest wish. She gave him a magic potion that increased the queen's ability to keep a babe in her womb. In exchange, before the child reached marriageable age, the king would have to bring the queen to the castle so that she could watch him as he pleasured the sorceress and pledged the rest of his life to her service. If he failed, then the child would die.

The king gave the potion to the queen, explaining the price. She flat out refused, preferring to remain barren rather than sacrifice her beloved husband. However, the king knew how badly she wanted a child, so he slipped the potion into her wine and 9 months later she delivered a healthy baby girl. Suspecting what had been done the queen snuck away to Lady Severna's palace.

When the queen came to beg for the life of her beloved husband Lady Severna was surprised. Both king and queen had now made extravagant, selfless promises in order to please their spouse. Lady Severna thought that this provided the perfect opportunity to extort them both. She promised the queen that her husband would remain with her if she promised to bring their daughter to Lady Severna to become her pupil in the dark arts. 

The queen couldn't agree. She loved her tiny daughter just as much as her husband. Sensing that if something wasn't done soon then both her husband and her daughter would be lost to her, the queen spent the next 18 years consulting with wizards, mages and sorcerers for a way to foil the bargain her husband had struck.

Finally, one wise wizard came up with a solution. He brought together a convention of the greatest wizards who then used their magic to alter the spell. The child would merely sleep, instead of die, when she reached marriageable age. The magical sleep would be broken once her true love arrived to claim her with a kiss. How perfect, that they hinged everything on love, when love was a sham!

The king and queen had promised everything they had to the wizards. The group of old men was more than happy for a chance to thwart the most powerful sorceress alive. Of course, they underestimated her. Although their magic was able to alter the spell, Lady Severna got the last laugh. She sent one of her slaves, in the shape of a dragon, to lay waste to the kingdom, driving everyone from its borders, eating the old wizards, and creating a forest of thorns too thick to break through without magical aid. The king and queen spent the rest of their years in exile, meeting death without ever seeing their young daughter again.

The change in the spell actually suited Lady Severna even better than before, since it drew in many more men she could then enslave. When Sir Jamie arrived and was able to wake the princess she figured this was the perfect opportunity to get her final revenge. Someone owed her a new apprentice, and Sir Jamie appeared cruel and power hungry enough to sell his child to her. Now that the girl had seen that love wasn't in her future, and likely conceived, she would go to them and make the deal, completely destroying the Ilstorian queen through denying her both love and her firstborn child.

Lady Severna had almost reached her peak as she fantasized about the misery she would inflict upon the daughter of her enemy when something unexpected happened. Jamie began to babble some rubbish about his parents and not believing in love. Lady Severna thought it would simply be another blow to the young queen, but instead, she watched as the last tendrils of her curse disappeared.

"No..."

The sorceress shoved her slave's head from her body, leaning towards the shimmering cloud. As she watched with growing fury she saw the new queen kiss her husband. It was a kiss of pure, true love. In spite of his abuses, the damn fool of a girl had fallen in love with him, and with her love, broke the spell. It didn't matter that Jamie still didn't love her, it only took one of them to fulfill the magic.

Lady Severna screamed in frustration, her anger shooting hot sparks out of her fingers that zapped the chains of every male slave in the palace. The men screamed in chorus with her as their bodies were wracked with pain. 

The sorceress cloaked her body in magic and called for her chariot. Six men arrived and harnessed themselves to the polls. Lady Severna alighted into the seat and cracked her whip across their bare backs. The men broke into a run, swiftly pulling her out the gate, through the forest, and down the road towards the kingdom of Ilstoria.



The Sleeping Princess Ch. 05



Jamie and Rosella lay quietly in one another's arms. Neither one was sure what to say, so they both resolved to say nothing. Jamie was the first to notice the light tapping on the door. Reluctantly he disengaged himself from his queen's naked body and covered her with the quilt. He yanked his trousers on and pulled the door open, scowling at his servant. Stephen stood in the doorway, an anxious look on his face.

"What is it, Stephen?"

Stephen's eyes flickered to his queen, who was perched in the bed, clutching the quilt to her bosom. They'd all worried when she'd begun to scream at the king, and as the clouds and vines rolled across the castle their fears had grown. When the tower became abruptly silent, the men had all feared the worst. Then things had gone from strange to astonishing when the rising storm suddenly disappeared and every remnant of the spell went up in smoke. It was the sign they had all been waiting for that the curse had finally lifted.

Stephen didn't know what had changed, but he was glad. The curse had been literally hanging over Ilstoria's head for weeks, and many were beginning to doubt Jamie's claim to the throne. Now those doubts would be erased and they could get on with ruling the country.

"Um... My liege..."

Jamie noted the expectant and relief filled face of his trusted servant. He couldn't imagine what had brought it on, but it had to be good. Jamie's brow relaxed and his mouth bent into a smile as he began to suspect the reason for the man's tension. Fights with his queen usually ended with the curse creeping up and then back. This had been a particularly volatile struggle. Jamie dimly remembered claps of thunder and flashes of lightning. No doubt Stephen was simply glad that the two of them hadn't killed one another.

"It's alright, Stephen, the queen and I were just having a discussion."

Stephen cleared his throat in a failed attempt to hide his disbelief. The whole castle had heard her screaming that she hated him, the "discussion" ringing out from the tower windows.

"Of course, your majesty. Uh... have you seen the sky, or the walls, since your... discussion?"

Jamie's chest tightened in concern as he rushed to the window. He wasn't sure what he was looking at. The sky was clear, not a cloud marred the wide expanse of blue. His eyes trailed down the walls of the tower to the base. Since he'd first awoken Rosella the thorny vines had peeked through the soil, constantly threatening to climb the walls again. Nothing but weeds and grass touched the stone now.

Without taking his gaze from the window, King Jamie addressed his servant.

"Stephen, I want you to tell me exactly what you think happened."

Stephen nodded enthusiastically while he spoke, looking at his queen while he did, since Jamie's back was still to him.

"During your... discussion... the curse began to assert itself, far more powerfully than ever before. The vines of thorns even seemed to grow away from the castle and into a forest again, upsetting a few buildings in the village. The sky darkened and began to rumble. A bolt of lightning actually struck the spot where the dragon dust once lay. When the resulting cloud began to swirl into a massive shape, I was sure we were all done for..."

Rosella clutched the quilt tightly as she listened to the man's account. Was this what happened when her parents and subjects were forced to leave the kingdom?

"Then... then it all just stopped! The sky cleared, the vines went up in smoke, and the dragon shaped dust cloud just disappeared! Nothing receded as it usually does. It simply vanished! My lord, I think the curse has finally been lifted!"

Jamie clutched the sill to the narrow window. His finger nails digging into the wooden frame. Was it truly over? He had no idea what brought this change, but he was certainly glad for it.

"Thank you Stephen. Go tell the cook to prepare a feast. Coordinate it with the village. It seems we have something to celebrate tonight."

Stephen was still waiting for Jamie to turn around. When he didn't, Stephen bowed reverently to Queen Rosella as he left.

"Of course, right away, your majesty!"

Once the door closed Jamie sagged against the window, the wooden shutters creaking as his elbow bumped one. From the corner of his eye he saw Rosella climb from the bed. She held the quilt to her naked body as she approached him. Placing a slender hand on his bare shoulder, she pressed gently, encouraging him to turn towards her.

The corners of his mouth were curled into a triumphant grin. She couldn't help but return the smile with one of her own. When he reached beneath the quilt to lift her up in the air she squealed in surprise, wrapping her legs around his torso. Jamie spun in a circle before letting her silken flesh slide down the length of him.

His passionate kiss caught her off guard, but she responded eagerly. If she was determined to save him, she would have to shower him with all the love in her heart. She poured every feeling she had into the kiss, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a parry of her own. 

Their tongues explored one another, running along every ridge, every tooth, teasing and tasting. Rosella, surprised by her own boldness, reached between them to cup Jamie's cock through his trousers. Instantly he broke their kiss, set her down and stripped off his trousers. He then lifted her again so that she straddled his hips. Pressing her up against the wall, cushioned by the soft fabric of a unicorn tapestry, Jamie wasted little time.

His cock had stirred at the thought of his triumph over the spell, and when she'd touched him, he'd begun to fill rapidly. Now his shaft strained against the soft skin of her labia and ass cheeks, sliding across the moist flesh. He could feel her growing slick with excitement as his lips nuzzled the skin of her neck and breasts. 

Unable to wait any longer he slipped his cock between the tight lips of her pussy and thrust deeply, pressing her firmly against the wall. Rosella gripped his forearms, her long golden tresses spilling across her shoulders, bouncing along with her tits at each sharp thrust of his hips.

Jamie gripped her ass cheeks, spreading her wide as he slammed his cock harder and faster into Rosella's pulsing cunt. He watched her eyes as they became a deeper shade of green, like shining emeralds sparkling in the sun. His own gray eyes burned into hers with a smoky intensity that made her shudder.

They held one another's gaze, nose to nose, as Jamie thrust with mounting passion. He watched her lips part as she began to pant, small mewls of delight escaping until finally she lost all control.

"Oh yes, yes! Jamie, my king! Oh!! More, more, please! Yes!"

Jamie's fingers were digging into the tender flesh of her bottom as be began to drive his cock harder up into her molten heat. Her lips curled into a blissful smile as her mewls became a wail of pleasure, her pussy exploding as she gushed her juices onto his cock.

King Jamie struggled to keep his cock thrusting inside of her spasming body, using shorter, fiercer strokes to draw out her orgasm. His grin reflected a fierce possessiveness as Rosella's eyes rolled back in her head at the intensity of her pleasure. When her body had calmed a little he gripped her firmly and carried her, still impaled on his body, to the bed.

He lay down on the mattress, rocking her against his throbbing erection, encouraging her to take control of their lovemaking. The last time she'd ridden him it had been in front of the men. This time they were alone and she felt no guilt as she ground her hips against his, leaning back, her hands lying against his thighs. 

Jamie watched her as her luscious breasts swayed with each movement. He placed his thumb against her clit as she bounced up and down on his throbbing cock. The delightful friction on both her clit and her pussy were making her wild, breaking down her inhibitions.

"Yes! Oh yes, I need more, more! Oh... Oh Jamie, my love, my love..."

Jamie didn't know how much longer he could hold back. He pulled his queen and her delicious breasts down and eagerly suckled the pink, puffy tips. His hands continued to caress her ass as he pounded deeply inside of her. His thumb stroked her sensitive ass hole as she ground against him, drawing her pleasure to an even higher peak. When Rosella's body exploded a second time, gripping his cock with milking waves, Jamie couldn't hold back any longer. He filled his beautiful wife with his hot cum.

Rosella collapsed on top of Jamie. Her body felt like it was made of gelatin. Jamie stroked her hair while he attempted to catch his breath. He was amazed, and suddenly quite thankful. He'd appreciated the kingdom, the land, the power, but only now, with the curse lifted, did he begin to feel genuine appreciation for his queen. Oh, he'd been glad she wasn't a hag, but that had been the extent of it. In fact, it had been the crux of his anger at her holing up in the tower. He hadn't really cared how she felt, only that her absence made him look bad. Now, however, as he inhaled her sweet, sex-drenched scent, he knew that he had much more to be pleased with.

His wife was strong, kind and generous. She would be a wonderful mother to his heir, and a loving wife when he needed her. He hadn't really gotten to know her well enough yet, but he suspected there was intelligence there as well, and she would provide interesting insight into ruling the kingdom. However, what he was the most grateful for now, was her forgiveness.

Jamie had never been known for his gentleness. Growing up among scheming brothers, fighting in tournaments for his right to more than a few scraps of meat at a time, he'd grown up hard. It was the reason that women never appealed to him for more than a night. Their softness made him feel weak next to them. Rosella, though, she was different. Her softness gave her power, and surrounded an inner strength that he could only envy. He'd not made it easy on her, and she hadn't let him get away with it, yet in spite of his unkindness she hadn't allowed it to break her. Nor had she used it to break him.

He knew that she could do it, too. She could walk down those steps, rally the men and everyone to her, and take the throne from him. His claim was entirely based on the fantasy of the knight errant, the daring rescuer, which he knew was all a lie. He was not noble. He was not righteous. He was a leader, but he had never lead through any means but deception and force. Those things were not going to build his new kingdom. He would have to learn from his bride, her gentleness, if he expected people to follow him as a king, instead of as some mythical Heracles.

Rousing himself from his thoughts, Jamie felt yet another twinge of gratefulness as he remembered his wife's pregnancy. He would have an heir. Finally, a child whom he could give everything his own family had denied him.

King Jamie rolled Rosella from his body, kissing her gently before rising from the bed. She watched him through half hooded lids as he went to his wardrobe and chose a bright, kingly outfit. She knew this meant he would be sitting on the throne to hear grievances from the people. It was something she had often assisted her father with, and had looked forward to in helping her husband. She tried hard to keep the hopeful expression from her face, but when he saw her, she knew she'd failed.

Jamie smirked. Rosella was stiff as a board as she watched him dress. He'd ordered her not to stay locked away in the tower, but he knew that such a heavy-handed approach was no longer necessary. However, there was such an expectant gleam in her emerald eyes, he knew she was waiting for something from him nonetheless.

"Ella, darling, would you accompany me to the great hall to hear grievances? I would appreciate your support and insight."

He'd always been an adept liar. He had a talent for knowing exactly what people wanted to hear. This time, however, he felt a certain amount of satisfaction knowing that it was what he wanted too. He watched with appreciation as his queen's face broke into a radiant smile. She flew off the bed and into his arms, a laugh on her lips as she held him tightly. He returned the embrace, then held her from him so that he could meet her eyes.

"From now on, we will rule together. I will do my best to be less heavy handed, and you must promise that you will tell me if I fail. I can be rather obtuse when it comes to my own faults." 

Jamie almost winced at the small lie. He knew his faults, he'd just never cared enough before to address them. Ella didn't need to know that, however. She nodded in agreement and the bounce in her step as she walked to her own wardrobe to dress for the morning was enough to satisfy him that it was the right thing to say.

Ella picked a simple purple gown that was trimmed with ermine fur. The long flowing skirt and sleeves would be regal enough for sitting in the throne room. She decided that she would wear something more elaborate for the feast tonight.

Jamie watched his wife struggle with her gown, and then quickly helped to lace the back to her slender frame, grumbling with annoyance.

"I haven't gotten you a lady's maid yet?"

"Your majesty hasn't been very concerned with much beyond my wardrobe and language skills."

Jamie coughed to cover his embarrassment. It was true. She had always seemed impeccably dressed, so he hadn't cared much how it happened. 

When she was adorned with her tiara and slippers he took his queen's hand and led her down the tower and into the great hall. There were murmurs of surprise and delight as the royal couple ascended the dais and King Jamie nodded to Stephen to begin. Rosella was surprised to see how Jamie had arranged the old Ilstorian heirlooms from the treasure room, tapestries and silver and gold plates, to adorn the hall in splendor. 

It was quite different from the way her mother had decorated the room, and not exactly how she would have either, but it was tasteful and elegant. It was an interesting insight into her husband's personality. With all his posturing and dedication to appearances she had expected something more ostentatious. She was glad it wasn't.

Listening to grievances wasn't as exciting as she'd hoped, but she was glad to be there anyhow. Several times Jamie turned to her for her opinion, and the people always seemed to view her advice with admiration. Jamie, too, was gaining a growing appreciation for the wit and compassion of Ilstoria's queen. Stephen was merely happy to see his liege looking more relaxed and content than at any time in the 6 years he'd served him.

As the day wore on, the royal couple moved from the great hall to ride together in a tour of the kingdom. It was reassuring for everyone to see that not only had the curse finally been lifted from the country, but that the king and queen were finally in accord with one another.

Jamie delighted in hearing Rosella's tales as she shared with him what the kingdom had once been, what was changed, and ideas for how they could restore and improve Ilstoria to it's former glory. The sun was just beginning to sink towards the tree line as they arrived back in time for the feast. Rosella changed into a shimmering gown of rose satin, the delicate rose embroidery studded with pink seed pearls and emeralds. In her hair, which she coiled into a wide bun, she threaded another string of pearls that complimented her royal tiara to perfection. Jamie wore a simple black doublet that he accented with a ruby amulet and a red codpiece, belt and gloves.

Over a hundred peasants had gathered in the outer bailey and more were setting up space in the village, ready to celebrate the triumph over the evil sorceress Severna.

Two hogs and three deer were roasting in the open pits, wagons of the first crops of vegetables were being thrown into pots to boil, and wine and ale imported from the other kingdoms was already flowing freely. Sir Jamie was impressed with Stephen's quick organization of the feast. Everything seemed exactly as it should be.

A few minor nobility from their neighbor, the kingdom of Galton, showed up, bringing musicians with them. Although Stephen had rounded up the wives of the local knights to display their meager talents for singing and one with a harp, they had yet to find a proper minstrel. When the man from Galton began to strum a lively tune on his lute, Jamie couldn't help himself. His feet were itching and his wife was gorgeous.

"Dance with me."

Rosella stared in surprise. Her husband looked so eager, his gray eyes shining with delight. She decided that this wasn't the time to chastise him for his demanding manner, and instead, took his hand and allowed him to lead her out onto the floor. The whole hall cheered as they watched their king and queen circle one another in a rousing carole. When the music ended, the hall erupted in applause. The applause turned to a roaring cheer as King Jamie pulled Queen Rosella into his arms and kissed her passionately.

Rosella wanted to be embarrassed, she knew she should be, but she was just so happy to finally be a part of her kingdom, and her husband's life. As she saw the joy in his face she knew she was making strides in bringing him closer to realizing the truth of love, and the chance that he might someday love her too. It was only one night, but it felt like so much had changed, it could have been a lifetime.

The revelers were all caught off guard as a crack of thunder broke through their cheers. Screams were heard outside among the peasant crowd, and then the massive door flew open. Most people were too stunned by the sight of six men pulling a massive chariot to realize who the dark skinned woman with the pale platinum hair was. Jamie, of course, would never forget the face of the woman who he'd been forced to humiliate himself to in order to earn the secret to defeating the dragon. 

Rosella didn't know how she knew, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind as she saw the woman whipping her human steeds heedlessly through the throng of the hall. The sorceress Lady Severna had come to pay a call.

The woman's pale, mist blue eyes glared out at the crowd of people before settling finally on Jamie and Rosella. One of the human cattle un-harnessed himself and knelt on the floor beside the chariot. The feral gleam in her eyes was reflected in her smile as she descended, her sharp-heeled boots digging into the man's back as she used him as a step before alighting on the newly woven rush mats.

Lady Severna was a master of suspense. She didn't speak a word as she strode boldly towards the royal couple, her eyes appearing to bore a hole in the focus of every man in attendance. Not a single one could meet her gaze. Feet shuffled nervously as everyone turned their focus to King Jamie, who fought against the urge to look away. Rosella was the only one in the room who wasn't struggling with fear. She was far too consumed with anger.

This was the woman who had stolen everything from her, and now she had the gall to appear and intimidate her people, her husband, as if they were all here solely by her leave. She refused to be bullied by this evil enchantress. She hadn't been able to fight back when the witch cursed her parents. She'd be damned if she was going to stand by this time.

Rosella did fight the urge to step forward and slap the smug smile from the woman's face. She had very little to offer in the fight against the sorceress. Rosella hoped that she could maintain the element of surprise. It was likely that the sorceress would underestimate her. If she maintained the appearance of meekness and vulnerability, she could at least throw her off guard when it came time to prove her mettle.

When the sorceress finally spoke her voice was amplified by magic. Although it sounded like a faint whisper, the sound carried easily through the hall and out the door, reaching every man, woman and child who had seen her as she rode through the village and the bailey.




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 05



"My darling Jamie, are we celebrating already? I fear I must have missed the invitation."

Jamie took several calming breaths, his hand waving dismissively to Stephen who had stepped forward with a stuttering apology. Jamie knew that his man had never even considered inviting the sorceress to celebrate the defeat of her spell. Jamie would have told him no in any event. How the enchantress even realized that it was broken he didn't know. However, if Jamie had had any doubts that the curse had finally been lifted they were gone now. Lady Severna wouldn't have shown so soon for anything less.

"My apologies, my lady. You will, of course, join us in our revelry?"

He never expected that she would be placated so easily, but he was surprised at the lack of anger she showed. Her smile grew wider, her white teeth shining against the rich purple of her lip paint. She looked triumphant, and it did more to set him on edge than any amount of anger would have. The cold insincerity that laced her whispered response sent a chill down his spine.

"I'm afraid I must decline, your majesty's generous offer. I have merely come for what is owed to me."

Rosella was taken aback. Not so much by the woman's strange words, but by the way the color suddenly drained from Jamie's face. He never did tell her how he succeeded where so many others had failed. Had he truly been foolish enough to make a deal with this demoness? Jamie's anger was palpable as the color returned to his face with a bright flush.

"You are mistaken, lady. I have fulfilled my obligations."

Lady Severna's laugh rang through the halls, pealing like a demented church bell. Even her chariot pullers winced at the malevolence in her glee.

"Mmmm, yes, and it was quite... satisfying. However, I am not referring to you. I am referring to your precious queen."

Everyone turned to stare at Rosella. She was so shocked that she could barely stammer a reply.

"I... I don't understand..."

"Of course you don't. But you will."

Rosella backed up, pressing herself tightly against Jamie as the sorceress advanced, reaching out to gently touch the queen's flat stomach with a heavily bejeweled finger. Rosella pulled away, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Your family broke its word. You were conceived through my magic, but your parents never paid my price. So now it is up to you to restore your family's honor, or doom your entire line to be cursed forever!"

Jamie held Rosella tightly. He had some idea what the sorceress would demand in payment, he hoped he was right. If it was simply a matter of pleasure, as before, he felt confident he could find a way to satisfy her. The great hall, however, was not the place for this discussion.

"Perhaps we should adjourn to the solarium to discuss your price, my lady?"

Severna didn't move an inch, her face a mere arms length from the royal couple. Her fingers reached up to stroke his face again.

"Oh no, sweet king, it will not be as before. You will not be able to satisfy me with pleasure this time. Although, it is tempting..."

Severna was thrilled to note the flare of jealousy that sparked in the queen's eyes. Sowing the seeds of envy was the first step.

"This price must be paid by your queen, from her own body."

Sir Jamie was growing more and more concerned. Surely the sorceress wasn't expecting a girl who was so recently a virgin to satisfy her vile appetites?

"I shall extend the same deal to her that I did to her mother. I will leave you and yours be, if... you give to me your firstborn as my apprentice."

The whole hall stood in shock. Jamie couldn't believe what he'd heard. The woman wanted his heir. He couldn't look at Rosella, but he did feel her body begin to shake in his arms. Mistakenly he thought she was frightened. It was only when Rosella lunged at the sorceress's throat that he realized his mistake. With a speed he hadn't thought possible, Lady Severna stepped aside and Jamie only just caught his queen in time to keep her from falling to the ground.

The woman's laughter drowned out the queen's enraged screams as Jamie struggled to hold his wife back from attacking the sorceress a second time. Lady Severna indifferently turned her back on the raging queen and leapt back into her chariot.

"I can see you will need some time to dwell on my offer. I shall give you until the child is born to decide. If I do not receive an answer in nine months, then I shall curse you and your descendants to be consumed by madness for all time. Think hard, dear queen. You are a woman of strong passions, deep love. It is time you decide who is more deserving of that love: your child or your husband. You can only have one, for he will be the first to fall to the curse of madness."

The hall was silent except for the crack of her whip and the grunts of the men as they pulled the chariot out of the hall. The wheels clanged against the stone cobble of the outer bailey and kicked up a cloud of dust as they left the village. Finally, as the chariot disappeared from sight, Rosella let out a roar of frustration, her knees giving way as she sagged in Jamie's arms. He scooped her up and strode towards the tower, nodding once to Stephen to handle the guests.

Jamie had to think. They might have nine months before the sorceress's wrath came down upon them, but decisions had to be made now. Jamie wanted to reassure Rosella that all would be well, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He laid her on the bed, watching her sob her frustration into the mattress. There were only two options that Jamie could see, aside from accepting the curse of madness. They could give the sorceress their firstborn, who even now was growing in Rosella's womb, and try again for another, or they could fight. 

Jamie didn't have much faith in a fight against the sorceress. However, he didn't know how he would tell his wife that she would have to give up her child.



The Sleeping Princess Ch. 06



Jamie watched his wife as her tears finally began to ebb. The shaking didn't cease, however, even as she rose to sit, her fists gripping the quilt as though she would rend it in half. It was almost amusing to watch such a tiny woman in such a violent fury, but Jamie simply couldn't bring himself to feel any mirth. When her fingers finally relaxed and her palms slid to cover her womb protectively Jamie knew he had a long road ahead of him. It would be near impossible to convince her that giving up the baby was the right thing to do, but it had to be done.

Jamie found himself in a precarious position. The witch had threatened him with the curse of madness first, but more so, she'd promised that all of his progeny would be cursed as well. He didn't know if Rosella, too, would be afflicted, but he just couldn't take the chance. A protective streak he had never known before began to assert itself. There could be more babies. There was only one Jamie and Rosella.

All his life, Jamie had wanted power. He had felt helpless as a child, and even more so as an adult in service to his father and brothers. Becoming king had seemed to be the ultimate fulfillment of his dream. He had power over a whole kingdom, dozens of lords and ladies and hundreds of serfs and peasants. And yet, he still wasn't the master of his own destiny. The sorceress had taken that from him. She was forcing him to choose between the family he so desired and his own sanity. He hated to give her that kind of control over him. He just couldn't see the alternative.

As he watched Rosella, her green eyes hardening with resolve, he felt guilt begin to creep in. It would be the culmination of all her fears, that he was so very callous of her feelings that he would rob her of her own choice. This would need to be done with a delicate hand. He was glad he had 9 months to convince her. If he failed to sway her... well, breaking her heart was a better alternative to loosing her as well as his own mind.

Jamie sat down on the bed, taking his wife's hand in his. He wasn't sure how to begin, but she beat him to it.

"We can't fight her, can we?"

Jamie shook his head sadly. Even with an army of wizards, there was little chance they could prevail. Her own parents had found that out first hand.

"We have to give her an apprentice, we have to fulfill my parents' bargain."

Jamie's sense of hope, that she knew the futility of defying the sorceress, was short lived.

"I'll go instead, once the baby is born. I'll be her apprentice."

She squeezed his hand tightly, staring out the small tower window at a clear blue sky that hadn't been entirely cloudless for decades. They had felt such elation when the curse was lifted. Now it was all for naught. The alternative was even worse. Jamie almost wished they could go back to the way things were, but he knew it wasn't possible. 

He wanted to argue with her. He wanted to, but there was a small part of him that said 'let it be.' He would have his heir, he would have his kingdom, and everything he'd ever wanted. He just wouldn't have his Ella. That bothered him more than he thought it would.

"We won't give up just yet, Ella. We have nine months to come up with a plan. I don't want to lose you or the baby. You're mine, and I intend to fight for you."

It wasn't a declaration of love, but Rosella held it close to her heart anyhow. He was willing to fight for her and their child. She had to admit, it was more than she'd expected. It would have to be enough, for now.

Nine months later...

Jamie had visited dozens of wizards, witches, fairies and any other magical creature he could find. They'd all said the same thing: Lady Severna was too powerful. In all honesty, they didn't think he could have even broken her first curse without her help. The only real solution anyone had offered was from the dwarves in the nearby mountains. Their suggestion: kill the bitch. Unfortunately, not a one had a suggestion as to how that could be done.

An assault on her mountain fortress was a suicide mission. The few hundred men Jamie would be able to rally would face sorcery, not another army, and even with enchanted weapons and armor, there was little chance that they would even be able to get inside and confront the sorceress directly. The only hope Jamie had was that she would come out to fight herself. He knew she was prideful and overconfident, traits in himself that he easily recognized. Any attack would hinge on playing up to her ego and catching her off guard.

It would have to work. Jamie just couldn't see the alternative. He'd spent the last nine months watching as a strange calm settled over his wife. Rosella had come to terms with the fact that she would sacrifice herself for her child and Jamie. As she lost her fears, Jamie's had grown.

She spent nearly all her time with him, contributing to the ruling of the kingdom, coordinating meals that she knew he loved, and spending any moment they could steal making passionate love, even as her expanding belly made it more and more challenging. Jamie had confirmed what he'd suspected that night months ago when the curse was broken: that Rosella was smart and strong and everything he could ever want in a wife. She was quite simply irreplaceable.

Although he'd tried a few times to bring up her decision to sacrifice herself instead of their child, he'd had no success. Rosella was convinced that it was only right for her take responsibility for her parent's mistakes. As Lady Severna said, she was brought into this world through the sorceress's magic, it was only right she should be the one to suffer.

After five months of hearing the same argument, and having nothing better to suggest, Jamie had begun to make his own plans.

His first thought was to just end the pregnancy. However, he knew that the witch would merely take the next child, and he wasn't prepared to go forever without an heir. It would buy him time, but time for what?

Briefly he considered trying to trick Severna, and give her someone else's child. He rather doubted she, with her strong magic, wouldn't sense the difference immediately. Her wrath at being deceived would surely be worse than what they were contending with now.

However, Rosella wasn't magical. Jamie's growing respect for his wife was only outmatched by his growing possessiveness. He knew that if he took the child himself, while Rosella was recovering from labor, she would never forgive him, and might even try to mount a rescue. Then he would lose them both. If she never knew he took the child, though, then perhaps they could live their lives without any more curses hanging over their heads.

Finding a peasant woman in the kingdom who was willing to give up her child, even if it was to be raised as the crown prince, without alerting anyone to the trickery, however, was becoming a challenge. He'd had Stephen track down all of the women in the kingdom and surrounding kingdoms whose pregnancy was as advanced as Rosella's. Getting the two to be born on the same day would require a little help, and he'd enlisted a willing midwife who knew a potion to bring on labor.

As it stood, Stephen had found two women who fit their needs, but he wasn't sure if they'd agree. He'd been feeling them out, subtly, and both were so excited to be mothers, one with her first pregnancy and the second with six girls, and she was certain it was a boy this time. Convincing either woman to give it up would be a challenge. Stephen wanted to recruit the second woman. If it were another girl, she would probably not argue too much. But if it were a boy... Jamie thought the first woman would be a better bet. She was young and healthy, and could have more children, regardless of gender.

It was settled, and Stephen began the onerous task of wooing the young woman and her husband to their side. They were quite reluctant at first, but the promise of gold, land, and a place at the Ilstorian court eventually won them over. Knowing that their child would be raised as royalty helped as well. Jamie slept peacefully for the first time in months the day that they pledged their silence, and their first born, to their king.

Now it was simply a matter of waiting for Rosella to go into labor. The peasant woman was just a little behind the queen in the advancement of the pregnancy. It was a perfect fit since Jamie wasn't sure if he could trick Rosella into drinking the bitter brew that would bring on the birth. However, the other child didn't seem to care that he was supposed to be the one to arrive last. The pregnancies were in the beginning of their last months, but still too early. Then the other woman began to feel a stabbing pain in her back, and the midwife confirmed his fears: the other woman would deliver first.

Jamie paced outside the door to the tower room he and the queen still shared. In his hands he held the vial of noxious liquid. He went over his practiced speech in his mind. He planned to tell Rosella that the midwife was concerned for the child's health and this potion would help. Rosella had refused all other potions from the woman, however, so he knew he had to be his most persuasive. Trouble was, he was so nervous. He had no idea if his ploy would even work. He had to admit, he even feared that Lady Severna herself would someday come back to expose his betrayal. In the last few weeks he had begun to doubt himself, doubt that he was doing the right thing for himself, his family, and his kingdom. He'd come too far, however, to give up now.

Just as he put his hand on the door to begin his climb up the steps, the midwife appeared from the shadows, her dull gray robes blending into the stone. The woman seemed more like a witch than a midwife. She was old, like a crone, with long, stringy gray hair and a thick bulbous nose. Her hazel colored eyes, nearly swallowed in swaths of sagging, wrinkled flesh, were the only thing that belayed her age, as they were sharp as knives. She gave a short curtsy, hardly low enough to honor her king, but Jamie was too anxious to correct her.

"What is it? Is the other child born already?"

The woman nodded solemnly.

"It is a boy, my lord. Strong and healthy."

Jamie knew this news should have elated him. He had a son and heir in that child. He felt nothing, though, merely more anxiety. Both he and Rosella were certain that the child she carried was a girl. It made sense, as the sorceress would want another female to tutor. If Jamie presented his wife with a boy it gave even more credence to the lie he would tell her later; that he and his army had convinced Lady Severna to leave them alone. That everything else was occurring exactly as planned didn't faze him. He felt his stomach knot even tighter instead.

"Is that all, crone?"

Jamie knew he shouldn't be so rude to the woman. She was doing him a great service. However, his mood was too turbulent for much else. The midwife didn't acknowledge his uncouth response. Instead, she stepped forward and took his wrist, her bony fingers surprisingly tight, digging into his flesh. He pulled away but she pulled him closer, her eyes boring into his.

"The potion is not the only way to bring on her labor."

It wasn't what he'd expected. Her solemn expression had him quaking that dire warnings and strange visions were upon the old woman. He stared at her dumbly until she repeated herself.

"The potion is not the only way to bring on her labor. You can bring on her labor through intercourse."

The woman placed a second, and smaller, vial, in his hands. Jamie's heart seemed to skip a beat. He stared at the small vial as the woman released him.

"Put this potion onto your cock before you enter her. Stimulation of her nipples will also help, as well as bringing her to satisfaction."

King Jamie fought a blush that was trying to creep up his neck and into his cheeks as the crone gave him advice on how to please his wife. He wasn't sure if he could answer her, so he simply nodded. The old woman turned and walked away, leaving him staring at the two vials. Clutching them both tightly, he opened the door and climbed the stairway.

When he opened the door to the chamber Jamie caught his breath. Rosella was standing in the bathing tub, her body glistening and wet, her hands moving sensually across the bare skin of her enlarged breasts and belly as she washed. He hadn't expected to find her so attractive once her stomach began to expand. Seeing her so full of his child, however, she was even more beautiful than the first time he'd seen her, sleeping peacefully in the bed. She turned, staring at him from beneath long lashes, a tiny, sensual smile on her rosy lips.

Quickly Jamie pocketed the two vials and approached his queen, stripping his clothes hastily and tossing them onto the bed. She stepped from the tub to meet him, her large, round belly pressing against him as he embraced her tightly, kissing her lips with all the ardor and repressed frustration that had been building in him as the births approached. 

He didn't release her lips as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her gently on the quilt. He let his hands roam across her silken skin, gently pinching her nipples until she was gasping into his kisses. When she began to moan, he trailed his lips down her neck, and then collar bone, swirling his tongue until it flicked one hard, puffy nipple. Rosella arched into his mouth and he eagerly closed his lips around the peak, sucking the perfectly pink bud into his mouth. One hand settled on her down covered nether lips, slipping a finger inside her moist heat, stroking her slowly while he continued his assault on her nipple.

"Jamie... Jamie... Oh yes! Yes, more!"

Rosella's eyes closed and her fingers slid into her husband's thick raven hair. Now that she was properly distracted, Jamie reached out to his discarded doublet and pulled out the smaller of the two vials. He popped open the flask and dribbled some of the potion directly onto his cock. Once his staff was slick with the gooey liquid he placed it against her molten pussy, rubbing the length against her sensitive flesh, arching himself carefully so that he wouldn't put pressure on her swollen belly. She began to squirm, trying to angle her hips against him so that his cock would slip inside, but kept himself from entering her right away, holding her hips firmly so that she couldn't squirm. 

Finally Rosella's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy aching to be filled.

"Please, my king! Please! Take me now, take me now! I need you... Oooooh!"

Jamie didn't waste another moment, thrusting his cock deeply inside of her, the potion easing his entry so that he slid all the way inside on the first thrust. Rosella cried out as her body shuddered with pleasure, gripping his cock tightly as the waves of her first orgasm began to flutter. Jamie switched nipples, the fingers of one hand tweaking the moistened bud while his tongue swirled against the other.

The queen came hard, her fingers digging into Jamie's shoulder. She lifted her legs to take him in deeper, and Jamie felt as though her body were trying to suck him inside her very core. He grit his teeth, not ready to release his seed just yet, and slowed his thrusts. He continued to burry himself as deeply as possible, however.

Jamie released her nipple and knelt between her legs, lifting her ankles so that her thighs lay against his furry, scarred chest, and her feet curled behind his neck. His hands returned to her breasts, tweaking and pulling gently on her nipples as his cock moved in a slow, controlled rhythm. Her eyes fluttered open, staring into his with such love and adoration Jamie began to feel a lump form in his throat. He tried to clear it, but instead, a low growl slipped from between his lips and his control dissolved.

Rosella watched the strange expressions on her husband's face. At first he was in total control of himself, as he always was. Then something changed. His whole face tightened, raven brows furrowing to match his widows peak, making him appear even more stern than usual. His jaw tightened into a grimace that almost seemed painful. Then he totally lost control. His eyes looked like a storm cloud about to burst with lighting and his lips curled around his grimace in a fierce smile. He looked as though his whole body was about to burst as he pumped in and out of her body with determined passion.

Rosella had often wondered if her husband was becoming less attracted to her as her body grew heavy with child. She rubbed lotions on herself to keep from getting unattractive marks as her body stretched, but there was little she could do about the swelling of her legs and face, as she grew larger. His attentions to her had become so gentle and controlled, she wondered if it was merely to relieve his needs, if his passion for her had cooled entirely.

Now, as he gazed down into her eyes, seeming to pour his entire being into her body, she had no doubts whatsoever about her husband's desires. He was more passionate than she had ever seen him, and she was glad. She knew that the baby would come any time now, and this could very well be the very last time they made love before she went to serve the sorceress.

Rosella felt herself begin to reach her peak a second time. She tried hard not to break his gaze but as her body tightened she couldn't stop herself. She threw her head back, a loud scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as her pussy convulsed around the cock of the man she loved with all her heart.

When Jamie felt her sweet sheath grip him he knew he couldn't hold himself back any longer. His roar of satisfaction as he filled her, holding her hips tightly against his as she milked him of every drop of his seed, rang in chorus with hers. 

When he finally began to calm, he noted that his body was trembling. The tightness in his throat remained and he could almost feel the corner of his eyes burning. Peeking through heavy lids he saw his gorgeous queen panting from the exertion, still impaled on his softening cock. She wore a smile of pure contentment. He couldn't help it as his own lips curled into a matching grin.

The grin faded, however, as Rosella gasped, gripping the quilt as her face contorted in pain. Her body bore down so tightly that his cock was forced out and he felt a strong gush of liquid suddenly pour from her opening. Jamie's heart began to race as he realized it was finally time.

"Midwife! The child comes!"

Jamie struggled to pull on his trousers, throwing a coverlet over his queen just before a crowd of servants, followed by the old crone, swarmed into the room. He was practically pushed out of the room as sheets were changed, towels were laid out, and clucking women began uttering words of encouragement to his bewildered wife.

"It's not time yet, is it? I though I had more time!"

Jamie swallowed his guilt as he watched the crone try to sooth Rosella's panic. She was right, of course. It was early. They should have been waiting another week or two before she delivered. Jamie tried to console himself by repeating to himself that it was the only way.

When several of the women tried to gently shoo him out, making inane comments about the birthing room being no place for a man, Jamie glowered and dragged a chair to an out of the way corner. When he planted himself firmly in the seat the women knew he would not be moved. He tried to ignore the giggles and whispers about the loving and devoted king. Jamie didn't know why he felt the urge to stay, but he knew he couldn't leave.

The birth seemed to be progressing far more rapidly than he'd expected. The peasant woman had begun her labor at dawn. It took him several hours to work up the courage to slip his wife the potion. The tolling of the church bell told him it was now nigh vespers. Yet women were already holding Rosella's legs against her stomach to help her bear down. He began to wonder if the potion the old woman gave him was more than simple herbs. When he caught her gaze, she nodded solemnly. He couldn't be certain, but he hoped it was affirmation that this was expected.




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 06



When Rosella began to scream from the pain of the contractions Jamie couldn't sit still any longer. He rose and began to pace, his eyes never leaving the bed. He saw his wife's face, barely visible between the crowd of women, contorted in pain as she was encouraged to push by the midwife. He wanted to comfort her, but there was no room around the bedside for him.

Suddenly there was a flurry of 'oohs' and 'aahs.' Jamie stood still while one woman exclaimed that she could see the head. The old crone then began to usher the women out of the room, gesturing to him to hold Rosella's legs. Everyone was confused. It just wasn't done. The women attended the birth, the king waited outside, not the other way around. Jamie, however, was relieved. He didn't know how they would achieve a switch if so many people were to see the true heir, especially if it was, as they suspected, a girl.

Rosella looked much like she was about to pass out. Jamie held her legs with one hand while he stroked her cheek with the other.

"You can do it, darling. Just a little more."

Rosella roused herself just enough for another strong push. The midwife was there as a fuzzy head emerged.

"One more push, my queen."

Rosella bore down again and the little child slipped from her body. The old woman quickly wrapped it in an absorbent cloth, wiping the blood from its body and the mucus from its mouth and nose. The faint wail of his child's first cry rang in Jamie's ears. 

Rosella was fighting to keep her eyes open. She didn't understand why she was so tired. The birthing had been so short. It almost felt like the spell she had been under, but she knew that wasn't possible. Vaguely she heard the midwife tell her to push one final time and felt the woman pressing gently down on her stomach. Something hot and wet gushed from her body and she lost consciousness, slipping into a drugged sleep.

The old woman handed the bundled child to the king, and then quickly left the room. She didn't say a word, leaving Jamie alone with his sleeping wife and child. Was it a girl or a boy? He didn't know.

As carefully as he could, so as not to wake the babe, Jamie pulled the blanket aside. It was a girl, as they'd expected. Watching his sleeping daughter Jamie was caught off guard by the way his chest seemed to swell with pride. The burning in his eyes returned and he buried his face in the blanket, breathing in the scent of his newborn child.

The door opened with barely a creak. His warrior senses were still keen enough that he turned immediately to face the old woman as she walked inside. She carried a bundle of towels. One of the towels wiggled. She put the other towels onto the bed and held out the squirming one for Jamie, who took it gingerly.

"Your son, your majesty."

Jamie stared down at the little boy with jet black hair. His face was red and squashed looking and he was sleeping fitfully. This was the child who would sit on the throne one day. This was the child who would save his kingdom from madness. This was their savior.

Suddenly his daughter let out a soft mewl. His gaze shifted to the other tiny bundle he held in his arms. His daughter's face was less red and puffy, but she still looked a little squashed. Her hair was not black, but thin and blond, like her mothers. Her eyes were cracked open and they were a startling shade of clear, icy gray. She watched him intently, her tiny mouth forming a little moue. He wanted to lean down and kiss those tiny little lips, to hold her close and never let her go. She was perfect, just like Rosella, and equally irreplaceable.

Against his better judgment, Jamie handed the old woman the tiny bundle, his hands nearly shaking as he did so. He looked at his wife as she snored gently in their bed. As he watched her face, so peaceful in sleep, he knew that he had no other choice.

The old woman took the child from him, watching his face intently, although he had stopped looking at her. She didn't say a word as she turned and left the room, carrying the babe away and leaving the small family in privacy. 

Jamie sat down on the edge of the bed, cradling the infant in his arms. She stroked the fair cheek with one finger, and then touched the tiny lips, which instantly tried to suckle. Rosella began to rouse from her strange slumber, her green eyes fluttering open until they were able to focus on the man sitting in front of her. She smiled at him, and then her eyes fell on the bundle he held in his arms.

Rosella held her arms out and Jamie gently laid the child in them. She held the wiggling babe to her breast, its tiny mouth latching on with ease. Staring into one another's eyes, mother and child connected for the first time. Rosella smiled, and then turned to her husband, the love shining in her face making her seem to glow.

"She has your eyes, my love."

Jamie took a deep breath before he replied.

"Yes. Yes she does."



The Sleeping Princess Ch. 07



King Jamie looked terrible. He'd lost weight, his hair was long and ragged, and the bags under his eyes were bruised and purple. If anyone asked, he merely smiled and blamed it on the sleepless nights with the new infant princess Aurella. No one believed it, however, as he spent more time training in the yard with his knights than in a bed. Rosella was not oblivious to her husband's decline. As she watched their daughter grow, the queen felt herself gripped with conflicting emotions. She was so happy to have her beautiful child. However, she'd already decided that once the babe had reached 6 months of age she would leave to become apprentice to Lady Severna. She hadn't told Jamie as much, but she knew his growing anxiety would not stop until the curse upon them was lifted. She was beginning to worry that he wouldn't last another month until the child could be partly weaned.

Jamie knocked his squire to the ground for the third time. The boy's skill was growing, but there wasn't a knight present who could defeat Jamie in the mood he was in now. Thankfully for his men, and the squire, they were training with wooden swords today. The squire scrambled towards the edge of the ring, never quite regaining his feet. Jamie eyed his men, but none of them met his gaze. They must have sensed he'd reached his end.

There was no way he was going to just sit by and watch as his wife left to become the slave to that depraved witch. It was time to fight back. Jamie had been spending as much time as he could with his wife and daughter, but it wasn't how he'd spent the majority of the last 5 months. Instead, he'd been punishing his knights with brutal training exercises. It was important that they grew to fear him, because he was about to ask them to do something impossible. They were about to go to war. 

Turning his back on the knights he walked into his armory and lifted down his sword. He hadn't used it since slaying the dragon, and he could still see flecks of dried blood dotting the surface. Although he'd had to destroy the tunic he'd used to wipe the blood, and the scabbard, the blade itself hadn't suffered at all from the dragon's searing flesh. He rather suspected that some of the blood still belonged to the sacrificed slave. Whatever spell Severna had cast not only made the blade sharp enough to sink into the dragon, but strong enough to survive the serpent's blood. At first Jamie had simply displayed it, proud to show anyone who would look the glittering specks of gore donning the blade. Now, however, he knew that this would be the blade he would take into battle. This would be the blade he would use to enact his vengeance, and save his family.

Walking back to the yard, the knights were just getting out of their armor and stretching sore muscles. Stephen stopped midway in placing his breastplate onto the ground. He hadn't meant to, but when he looked up, he'd stared straight into the king's eyes. Stephen took a deep breath before nodding. Jamie didn't have to say a word, the blood speckled sword said it all.

"Ready yourselves, men! The time has come for you to protect your kingdom!"

Jamie's squire ran to the stable while the others replaced their masters' armor. Most of the men were ready when the young man returned with the horses. Jamie mounted and waited for the 24 other men to do the same. Once the last man had gotten his seat, he turned his horse, still without saying a single word, and rode towards the gate. Dimly he could hear Rosella calling his name as he rode out of the castle, he pleas for him to wait ringing through the dull thud of hooves against the packed dirt. Soon enough, however, they had ridden far enough that he could hear nothing above the thunder of his own heart.

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The knights were assembled at the entrance to Lady Severna's castle. Jamie had thought about bringing a wizard, some catapults, trebuchet, anything to even the odds. However, a late night drink with Stephen had convinced him otherwise. The two men had been nursing a bottle of whiskey, trying to come to some kind of battle plan if they ever go the nerve to attack. They'd talked through and imagined so many scenarios it seemed entirely plausible they might actually be able to win. Then Stephen, beginning to slip into a drunken stupor, drowned all their hopes with his last shot of whiskey before passing out drunk on the table.

"You know, she'll probably just cast some spell on the men and we'll all just go mad, burn our weapons to the ground and throw ourselves from a cliff."

Jamie had been pretty drunk, but not enough, apparently. He sobered up very quickly when he realized that Stephen was right. It didn't matter what they did, what they had, she had magic that no other mage had been able to beat for hundreds of years. There was no plan that would so much as even the odds. Jamie had stared at the back of his friend's head, watching it bob gently with each heavy snore. The best they could do was pray for a miracle.

Now, staring at the craggy gates of the mountain fortress, Jamie simply couldn't bring himself to pray. He knew there was only one hope to end this, one hope to win, and he was the only one who could bring it about. Tapping his heels to his horse's flanks, Jamie urged the nervous stallion in front of the group. He raised the visor on his helmet and took a deep breath.

"Come on out, you filthy cunt! Don't you want another fucking from your favorite king? This time I get to make [i]you[/b] beg!"

Jamie's words echoed in the crisp morning air. They almost seemed to hang there, taunting them all, as if thrown back to them. Jamie wondered if he'd blown it, or if she merely needed more goading. Then the gate to the fortress opened. Blazing blue light streamed through the cracks as each door slowly swung wide. He could just make out the silhouette of the witch within the glare. Her laughter sprang across the space between them, spearing each man with fear. From the bright light within, dark shapes began to emerge. Skulls and bones were flying through the air, pulling themselves together to form skeletal bodies, which marched into lines in front of the sorceress. They held knives, swords, lances and spears. Jamie remembered the bones plastered to the wall behind the throne. The bones of a hundred fallen warriors. The bones of the men she'd killed.

"That's right, king Jamie." Severna stood before them, naked but for a few chains that hung from her hips. Her silver hair billowed in the wind as she held out her hands. One grisly creature placed a staff into her palms, the top radiating a blue, pulsing light that seemed to drive off the growing dawn instead of adding to it. "Now I will add your bones to theirs."

Jamie knew his knights were terrified. He too was terrified. He'd hoped she might actually consider his offer, and if he got close enough, he'd kill her, but it was obvious she wasn't going to lift her skirts that easy. The skeletal warriors stared at the mounted knights, their cavernous sockets seeming to suck the very souls of the men right away. He could already sense that they were ready to flee. Horse hooves danced nervously, the fear from their riders seeping through the reins. Jamie took a deep breath and began his attack.

Slowly he rode forward, doing his best to keep his eyes directly above the sorceress's right shoulder, away from her gaze, and away from the soul sucking monsters at her side. He found himself staring at the glowing staff. Streaks of light pulsed from it, sparking then floating towards the undead army. Something about the way they had emerged from the wall, and the way she gripped the staff was niggling at his brain. As he moved closer, he felt a moment of doubt. It couldn't be that easy. He plastered a sneer on his face and was rewarded when he noticed one of Severna's raven brows lift in amusement. Good, she wasn't afraid of him. 

"So, lady, are you ready for another fucking? You look like hell."

The witch scowled, her eyes beginning to glow bright, taking on the same blue as her staff. Never call a woman ugly, Jamie knew, it was certain to piss her off.

"In fact, you look at least 10 years older than last we met. What happened, did I wear you out that bad?"

Severna's whole body had begun to tremble with her anger. Her eyes blazed as bright as her staff, shooting sparks as well. She gripped her staff even more tightly, the fiery orb blazing with blue light. The skeletal army raised their weapons and shouted; a horrifying manifestation of her anger. The soldiers strained towards him. Jamie imagined they'd be salivating with eagerness if they still had tongues. The witch looked ready to explode. Her breasts were heaving with her rage, the taut nipples so hard he thought they might pierce his armor. 

King Jamie stopped his horse when he was a few yards away and dismounted. The road to the castle was slightly uphill, so he was not able to stare her down as he'd hoped, but at least he had the satisfaction of seeing that a blush had begun to creep up her jiggling chest, to her neck, finally blooming in her dark cheeks. She wasn't just angry, she was worried that he was right. Jamie slowly drew his sword, holding it loosely at his side, and moved his gaze so that he appeared to be looking right through her.

"Come on, whore," he whispered. "You know you want it..."

The cry from the gruesome horde was nearly drowned out by Severna's own screech as she threw herself at King Jamie, her staff crashing into his sword with a sound like lightning. His knights were engaged in battle with the undead, chopping off arms and heads that would soar right back into place in a swirl of blue radiance. Jamie completely ignored the cries of his fallen comrades, his entire being focused on parlaying the vicious blows raining down on him. Severna was taking her anger out through both her physical attack and the magically controlled army. Jamie had hoped this would prove to be too much for her to concentrate on both, but her control was immaculate.

Startled, and terrified, of the power contained in such a small but voluptuous frame Jamie found himself being pushed back so fast he was stumbling to stay upright. When his boot caught the edge of a soft patch of dirt he slid, falling hard to the ground. Lady Severna screamed in triumph and raised her staff high above her head, swinging it down far too quickly for Jamie to get out of the way. Desperately he thrust his sword forward as a shield, his eyes closed as he embraced that death was near. He only prayed that this was the end and that his wife and daughter might be spared her wrath.

The force of the blow was so intense he felt as if his sword arm was shattered. A loud crack, followed by a sick sucking noise could be heard above the battle. Jamie was certain that he must be dead, since he didn't feel any pain from what must have been a crushing strike. Suddenly, everything went silent, and he peeked through one eyelid. The enchanted sword, still flecked with dried dragon's blood, had pierced through the glowing orb of the witch's staff. She stared in open mouthed shock as the blue light began to pulse, first slowly, then rapidly, until it exploded, knocking everyone on the field straight down to the ground.

Jamie tried to sit up but was only able to pull himself up onto his elbows. He saw his men sprawled on the ground, also having difficulty rising, while some didn't move at all. Then movement caught his eye and he saw the skeletal warriors. They were being encased in the blue light that had escaped from the orb. Slowly their bodies began to materialize over the bones, sinew and muscle, organs and finally skin appearing to grow from the pulsing light. The men were almost whole again, except for their eyes. Their souls were still trapped.

Lady Severna had scrambled onto her hands and knees, staring in horror as the hundreds of men she'd enslaved began to walk towards her. The blue light was fading from their naked bodies, but now it began to pulse behind her eyes as she watched her former slaves, the source of her powers, approach. The first one to reach her lunged forward. She ducked out of his grasp only to be grabbed by another. His fingers wrapped tightly about her throat as he raised her up, balancing on her tip toes while she struggled for air. Some of the men had begun to stroke their cocks as they stared at their tormentor, now helpless against them. The man who was holding her up let go. The witch dropped and was caught by two more men who held her upright as the first man grabbed her ankles. She began to scream hysterically when she realized that she was about to be raped.

The man did not wait, he slammed his cock deeply into her pussy, holding her wiggling body to him with a surprising strength. She screamed again, this time in a mixture of frustration and pleasure as his cock pummeled her cunt relentlessly. One of the men holding her lifted the sorceress higher and positioned his cock so that it slid into her tight ass as well. More men moved in to hold her tight while the two men fucked Lady Severna from both ends. Her head had fallen back and she was screaming vile epithets and curses at them, but to no avail. When the first man finally took his pleasure, grunting as he spilled his seed, Jamie saw the woman's eyes flare blue and a bolt of light streaked down her body and into the warrior's. The man smiled and his body faded. Quickly he was replaced by another warrior. The sorceress screamed again, this time a near moan, as the next man filled her with his massive cock. The rest of her army eagerly lined up, prepared to retrieve the rest of their souls.

King Jamie was fully prepared to stay and watch his enemy scream as the undead army raped her unto death, but Stephen was at his side, urging him to leave. The men, although fascinated by the horrible scene, were eager to be away. With some reluctance, Jamie mounted his horse and they rode back to the castle, leaving only one man behind to ensure that the witch met her end once her slaves were freed.

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Rosella paced nervously in the throne room. Her ladies tried to comfort her, saying that all would be well, that the king would return soon, but the queen was too distraught. She had tried to nurse her baby girl, Aurella, but to no avail. The infant could sense her discomfort and Rosella had given her to the wet nurse to be put down for a nap. Now she could do nothing more than pace the throne room, wracked with guilt. She'd known Jamie was about to snap, she'd known he wouldn't last the 6 months, but she'd deluded herself in the hope that she could be a better mother to their child. Instead, she'd failed as a wife, and now her husband was likely dead.

The sound of hooves on the cobblestone of the inner bailey finally shook her out of her mood. She was terrified as she heard spurred boots and armor clanking towards the door. The knights had returned. Was Jamie among them?

The large wooded door swung open and Rosella cried out in relief as she saw her husband stride into the great hall. She wanted to throw herself into his arms but was stopped by the intense look on his face as he bore down on her. He was throwing his armor onto the thresh floor, the metal making a soft thud against the woven reeds. Rosella backed away until her knees hit the throne at the end of the hall, watching his approach with wide eyes. He'd removed all of his armor and was unbuttoning his tunic by the time he reached her. Without a word he threw his clothing to the ground, standing half naked before her. Rosella's eyes raked across her husband's body, noting the huge bulge in his hose. 

Jamie grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pulled her into a crushing kiss, his mouth claiming her there before the entire assembly. Rosella heard her ladies in waiting gasp with shock, then Stephen's voice ordering everyone to clear the room. As the last door closed Jamie reached behind his wife and undid the laces of her gown, roughly stripping her, pulling the chemis down as well until she stood naked before him, wearing only her slippers. He nearly ripped off his hose in his urgency and pulled his queen against his hard body, her softness molding to him. Rosella was so happy to see him, alive, she didn't mind the roughness of his embrace. Instead, she matched his intensity, wrapping herself around him, one of her hands sliding between them to grab his cock.

Jamie hissed in pleasure then shoved her backwards onto the throne. Rosella landed in a sprawl. Instantly Jamie was between her legs, nuzzling her pussy lips open and nibbling her clit. Rosella cried out in surprise then delight as his mouth worked over her heated flesh, bringing her rapidly to her peak. When he placed a finger inside her molten entrance she exploded with desire. 

Jamie lifted her trembling body and sat down on the throne himself, lowering her onto his throbbing cock. Rosella was quick to arch her body, rolling her hips to take him deeply inside herself. Jamie held her hips tightly against his loins then began to lift her petite body up and down, grinding her onto his cock. Rosella felt her body tensing, building towards another powerful orgasm, and tried to move her body faster and harder, but Jamie held her tightly. He forced her to maintain an excruciatingly slow pace, moving his cock fully in and out with each thrust. The queen began to thrash her head back and forth, moaning in pleasure, her hands gripping his wrists futiley. 

Jamie leaned forward and took one of her rosy pink nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Rosella screamed as her whole body exploded, the sensation rippling from her tits to her clit, right into the core of her womanhood. He let go of her hips and she began to grind furiously against him. One of his hands held her bouncing tit still so he could suckle it more firmly while the other reached between them and began to rub her swollen clit. Rosella had not stopped her orgasm yet when her body exploded again, the tremors making her entire body hum with pleasure. Wave after wave hit her as she gushed her sweet nectar onto her husband's cock and the padded throne. She was screaming so loudly she was certain the entire castle could hear, but she no longer cared. The only thing that mattered was that her husband was alive and making love to her again.

Finally, with a roar of primal need, Jamie thrust his cock as deeply as he could, shooting his seed into his queen's womb as her body collapsed against his. They lay there, naked against the throne cushions, for at least a quarter hour. Rosella lay limply, listening to the sound of Jamie's heart beat while he stroked her long blond curls. Finally they could be together, in peace.

* * *

The knight watched as the last of the gruesome warriors shot his jizz into the limp sorceress and faded into the twilight. They'd fucked her in every hole, barely giving her a moment to breath between one man's assault and another. He could see the blood and cum dripping from every orifice as she lay, unmoving in the dirt. At first she had orgasmed so many times the knight had lost count. After a few hours, however, the pain began to outweigh the pleasure. At one time he was certain she passed out, but the former slaves slapped, pinched and prodded her until she regained consciousness, then began their battery again. The knight found himself fascinated against his will, and masturbated several times as he watched.

Finally, he dared approach. At first he hoped she was dead, he didn't like the idea of killing a defenseless woman, but as he neared, as he stared at her abused body, he began to feel his cock grow once more. Perversely he wanted her to be alive, so that he too could use her. He tried to shake the thoughts away, but the compulsion grew inside him almost against his will. When he reached her he saw that, indeed, her breasts were rising and falling in shallow breaths.




The Sleeping Princess Ch. 07



Falling to his knees, the knight pulled his cock from his codpiece and positioned himself between the thighs of the unconscious witch. She whimpered as he grasped her bruised legs and buried his cock inside her. He hadn't expected her to feel so good after such abuse, but her pussy felt like heaven. Her small whimpers and gasps of pain only turned him on more as he began to thrust harder and faster. Finally he felt himself in the grip of an orgasm, gushing his steamy cum into her already brimming cunt. At that exact moment her eyes flew open and their gazes locked. His orgasm intensified until suddenly he felt totally drained. In horror he watched a bright blue light flare in front of his eyes and seep into the sorceress's own dull sockets. 

Her body began to hum with laughter as she pressed him down to the ground. He wanted to resist, but was powerless in her thrall. She straddled his prone form, sneering with glee.

"Kneel before your mistress, slave..."