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Copyright © August 2009 by Faye Draco
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To Bed A Princess
by
Faye Draco
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Chapter 1
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Princess Bedewyn was not pregnant. That was a fact. That fact meant that she now had to discard her current lover. The prophecy could not be fulfilled unless she was pregnant, and he had not done the job.
It was of little consequence. She had no feelings for the young man. He was certainly attractive, bright, pleasant, and all the things that would make a good husband. Yet he did not hold her interest. When she had originally chosen this one she thought he looked particularly virile. He had a sort of sparkle in his eye. But the curse of the Dark Woman was still upon them, and this young man was not the cure. He was her second lover. The first had also been a failure. Also inadequate. Also beautiful and pleasant. Also of little consequence.
The youths had been brought up specifically for this purpose. For the prophecy said that after Bedewyn's twenty-first year she would conceive. Actually she must conceive. She also must wed the father and together their love would break the curse.
The prophecy was an old one. Her birth was foretold man moons ago. How their lands and peoples had managed so well this long was amazing. Nothing grew properly. They were required to bring in crops from surrounding regions. And their men were mostly infertile. Oh, they were strong and vital. Handsome and exciting. But only a very few could produce heirs.
So Bedewyn knew that she must go on choosing lovers until she became pregnant. She knew that this was her fate. To save the fate of her father's lands. And though it wasn't wholly unpleasant - the men were exceptionally handsome - it still seemed like a chore that she must do and not something she truly wished to do. Even the choices were getting to be a problem. Her father was nearly insisting now that she choose Falcon. The lineup, he said, was merely a formality. She should choose Falcon. Falcon could undoubtedly impregnate her.
Why her father thought this she was not sure. Falcon was not a youth. He had experience. That was one thing that was particularly off-putting about him. How many women had he put on their backs? Perhaps Father knew of other children he had sired and that was why he was being so insistent. She wasn't sure. She knew that she was not especially fond of the man, however. He was too big, too strong, too arrogant. At times she felt that he did not recognize her position of authority and royalty. This did not seem like a man who would be suitable as a husband for Bedewyn. And he also was lacking in humor. Always the same arrogant look on his handsome, chiseled face. Never a smile. Never a light comment. And he leered at her as if he wanted to devour her. Now that she'd had two lovers, she knew what his leering looks were about.
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Bedewyn despised the traditional dress of their kingdom. She refused to wear flowing gowns and baubles. How absolutely medieval. Instead, she wore a knee-length dress of fine linen with brown leather boots and a brown leather corset over the bodice of the dress. It was functional and easy to walk in and made her look strong and capable, which she was. She was tall for a woman and her legs were long and alluring. Her skin was a soft, luminous ivory and her hair was black as midnight. Bedewyn loved her hair. She had her maid arrange it with falls of curls that had thin leather thongs tied in them. The length curled down her back to her waist and flowed around her pretty face. Her eyes were flashing and expressive, her lips ripe and kissable.
The youths who were raised to bed her did it voluntarily. It was not merely the crown they sought, no, it was Bedewyn herself. Unquestionably the most beautiful woman in the land. She knew this too, and wished for someone who might love her regardless of her beauty. But that was probably too much to hope for.
She shooed her maid away. It was time for the lineup. Time to choose a new lover for this month. Though she was supposed to pick Falcon. She frowned. Well, it was still her choice. Father would not force her.
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She entered the great hall. The floor and walls were gray stone and the large wooden table that normally sat in the middle of the room had been moved to the side.
Fifteen men stood in a row awaiting her inspection. Her decision. She could see Falcon on the far end. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, no doubt seeing this as a mere formality. Well, he was just going to have to wait.
Bedewyn approached the first man. He was tall, almost willowy and had very nice blonde hair. She stood in front of him. He did not look her in the eye, but stared straight ahead.
"What is your name?"
"David, Your Highness."
"Mm," she said. He was not very interesting. Too thin. His nose was a bit hawkish and he just seemed a bit bland.
She moved on. The next boy had exceptionally smooth skin. His hair was a soft brown and his mouth curved in an easy smile. He was shorter than the first. Pleasant looking.
She touched him on the cheek and he briefly looked at her and blushed.
"What's your name, darling?"
"Clovis, My Lady."
"Mmm, you have a lovely, sweet voice, Clovis. Would you turn around for me please?"
He did. He was straight and well-formed. He turned back and lowered his head a little bit. She stroked his cheek once more.
"Thank you, Clovis." She gave him one more quick look and moved on.
The third was a dark man with short, black hair. He had a sinister sort of twist to his mouth. Neither tall nor short, he looked muscular and strong.
"And who might you be?"
"I might be Rafe, My Lady."
"How old are you?"
"How old would you like me to be, Lady?"
His voice was smoky and low. She didn't like his sharp eyes or his sarcastic tone. She reached out her hand and cupped him.
He wasn't expecting it and jumped back, a look of stunned disbelief on his face.
"Too jumpy," she said and moved on, smiling to herself. Idiot.
She passed several more, not finding anything particularly interesting about any of them. And then something caught her eye. A shock of red hair at the middle of the line. And she went to him.
This man did not look distantly ahead, he stared right at her. He looked right into her eyes and smiled. His eyes were a warm, chocolate brown and they sparkled in the light. His hair was very straight. It was the most beautiful shade of dark red she'd ever seen. It was cut just below the ears. His skin was fair and lightly freckled. He stood tall, at least six inches taller than herself, and his shoulders were broad, but not brawny. This one was no brute. He was flowing, elegant, strong and sure.
Her eyes traveled over his face. From his warm eyes to his straight nose to his soft lips.
"What is your name, my angel?"
His lips turned up slightly. "Cass," he said simply. His voice was as dark and warm as his eyes.
She took one of his hands in her own and he held her hand as calmly as if they'd been friends forever. His hand was warm and he had long, beautiful fingers.
"And how are you today, Cass?"
He closed his eyes for a moment as if enjoying the feel of her hand touching his. "I'm very fine today, My Lady. How are you?"
Bedewyn smiled at this. Most did not inquire after her, they merely answered her questions. "It seems I'm doing better at present," she said.
She reached up to the buttons on his shirt and slowly unbuttoned each in turn until his shirt fell open at the front, though it was still tucked into his breeches.
Bedewyn gently touched his chest, smoothing her hands over his bare skin, his tight muscles. He let out a small sigh.
She then took both of his hands in her own and brought them to the waist of his breeches. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Show me," and stepped back.
He untied the laces at the front of his breeches without hesitation and presented himself to her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"All eyes to the front and stay that way," she ordered the room.
Then she gently moved forward and took his member in hand. It was large and thick, with a dusting of red hairs at the base, and he was already hardening. She stroked him once, grazing the tip and he groaned and leaned into her hand. She whispered again in his ear, "Kiss me, angel."
She was expecting a polite, respectful kiss, but Cass took her by the waist, pulled her to his throbbing member and seized her mouth with his own. She parted her lips and his tongue darted inside, claiming her as he ground against her hips. She could feel his iron shaft pressing into her soft mound, the thin linen of her dress an almost inconsequential barrier. It was she who moaned this time, and he pressed into her more urgently. But Bedewyn put her hands on his forearms and backed away.
Cass blinked and straightened up. She smiled warmly at him and made a quick hand gesture indicating that he should refasten his clothes. He understood at once and forced his stiff shaft into his breeches with a slight wince, tucked his shirt back and replaced all the fastenings. When he was finished Bedewyn took his hand and pulled him from the line.
She and Cass stood in front of the men. "Thank you, gentlemen. It was most kind of you all to join me here today. Perhaps we will meet another time..."
"I most strenuously object!" came a voice from the end of the line, interrupting the Princess.
"Hmm, did someone have something to say?" she asked sweetly, looking around.
"Yes, Highness." It was Falcon, of course.
"Why, Mr. Falcon, I didn't see you there."
He ground his jaw.
"You say you object to something?"
He tried for civility. "Yes, Majesty. I believe I should receive an equal measure before your decision is made."
"An equal measure. You wish me to test your metal, so to speak?"
"Thank you, Highness. I believe it is only fair. I believe your father would wish it." His hard eyes burned into hers. He had obviously watched her exchange with Cass. Damnation! Why must she please her father in this? It was her decision.
She still held Cass's hand, and he was silent at her side. "Very well. Guards, please escort Falcon to me so we can all get a measure of his worth." She raised an eyebrow as if to say 'you dare challenge me?'
The guards brought him forward, though they did not touch him. He would not allow that.
When Falcon stood before Bedewyn and Cass, she turned and faced the others. Ah yes, Rafe, the sarcastic one with the dark hair. He would do nicely.
"Rafe, please join us, won't you?"
He looked a bit uneasy, but stepped forward just the same.
"Alright, Falcon, let's see what you're made of."
"Highness?"
"You wished to be tested, yes? Drop your breeches and let's have a look at you."
He could not object. He had asked for this. Though he did not expect her to make a public showing of it. His face turned a little red, but he was too proud to say anything. Instead he squared his shoulders and untied his lacings, letting his clothes fall to the floor and letting his massive cock free and dangling between his legs. Bedewyn looked down at it, noting his size with the slightest interest.
"Fine. Rafe, dear, please take Falcon in your mouth so we may 'test his metal'."
Rafe stood with wide eyes at first, but he dropped to his knees in front of Falcon with no protest. Falcon stepped back a pace.
"Princess, you cannot mean...."
"Do you wish a fair showing or not? I believe I have a right to test you as I see fit."
"I....I...."
"Rafe, proceed."
Rafe moved remarkably fast, catching Falcon's large member in his lips and sucking him. He genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself, as if he might have done it before. And in a remarkably few minutes Falcon was enjoying himself as well, hardening and lengthening. The room looked on in awed silence, some of them shifting back and forth, becoming aroused themselves.
Bedewyn fiddled with the strappings on her leather corset, unbuckling some and taking off one large metal ring.
"Thank you, Rafe, that will do."
Rafe released Falcon with a little wet pop, and Falcon's member stood tall and proud.
Bedewyn stepped towards him and he hardened even more. She reached forward, the metal ring in hand, and slid it over his shaft all the way down to the base. It was a nice, snug fit. Falcon just stood with his mouth gaping.
"There we are," she said, facing the others. "Someone please count off the minutes that our fine Falcon remains at attention, won't you? Clovis, you sweet thing," he blushed at her, "please come to my chambers and inform my guard of his time." She went to Clovis and kissed him on the cheek, and then once softly on the lips before turning around and seeing Falcon once again. He stood in front of everyone, his drawers at his feet, his cock red and jutting, and his face as red as his cock. "Oh and Rafe, you may leave the palace. We'll no longer require you."
She took Cass's hand and left, and she could hear the guards within chuckling. They knew her well. They knew that no man got the better of her unless she wished him to. She couldn't help smiling secretly as she pulled Cass to her chambers.
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Bedewyn's chambers were large and beautiful. There was a dressing area with privacy screen, a vanity with a tufted stool, many finely woven rugs on the stone floor, rich tapestries on the walls, and a very large feather bed with the head end against the wall.
Bedewyn ushered Cass inside, closed the wooden doors and placed the bar across. She turned to face him.
He walked to her and reached out for her corset, expertly releasing the buckles and pulling the stiff garment from her body. He kissed her once softly, not saying a word. Then he knelt before her, unlaced her knee-high boots and removed one and then the other. He stood again before her. She remained still and quiet.
Cass reached for his own clothes now, quickly dispensing his shoes, his shirt and lastly his breeches. He breathed fast and shallow, staring at her, his cock growing.
Bedewyn unlaced the front of her dress and pulled it down from her shoulders and then below her breasts.
Cass's eyes feasted upon her. Her breasts were round and lovely with pinkish nipples. He reached out and took one in his hand, then brought himself to her and kissed her deeply.
She ran her fingers into his silky, red hair, her tongue into his mouth.
Cass grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it downward where it landed in a soft pile at her feet.
The skin on skin contact was extraordinary. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest, her belly against his hard member.
He ran his hands down her back and grasped her hips, bringing her closer to him.
"Ah," he cried out, unable to stop himself. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, then covered her body with his own.
Bedewyn looked into his warm chocolate eyes. "I'm yours, Cass, you may have me," she said in a throaty voice.
He closed his eyes and groaned, pressing himself to her. But he did not want to rush this. He'd waited too long for this moment.
He looked down at her. Her hair was a dark splash against the light pillow, her lips aching for his kisses. For his kisses. She had chosen him.
He lowered his head and kissed her once again, then her white throat, then he took one rosy nipple into his mouth and gently sucked.
Bedewyn held his head to her, writhing beneath him, his mouth was heavenly. His tongue flicking at her until she could hardly stand it. She could feel herself growing wet between her thighs, each lick of his tongue sending hungry heat to her woman's core. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same glorious attention and making her whimper with longing.
"Cass, please darling."
He covered her mouth with another scorching kiss. Then he brought his hand between them, his fingers sliding through her folds, his thumb grazing her most sensitive spot before he slid a finger inside her and groaned.
"You're so wet, my love. I can't wait to be inside you. You're beautiful." He pushed another finger into her, moving them in and out now in a rhythm that had her panting and pulling at his hips.
"Cass, Cass," she breathed. She must have him.
He pulled his fingers from her and smoothed her slickness over his hard shaft. Then he guided himself to her and gently pushed himself inside, letting her adjust to his size. He knew he was large, and though he'd had no actual experience in this area, he'd had many book lessons, and he was always a good student. Still, no classroom could have prepared him for the tight sheath that he was buried in now and he was finding control damn near impossible.
"Cass," she breathed again, pulling him down for another scorching kiss.
His control was gone now and he slammed into her, picking up her hips and pounding at her again and again.
Bedewyn was lost. All she could think of was this beautiful man riding between her legs, his shaft sliding along her inner walls and pummeling her until all she could say again was, "Cass," and breathe in rasping little gasps with each thrust. Then she was letting out tiny little screams every time he moved in until she was clawing at his back and hips, urging him on and she felt herself slipping, tumbling into a haze of pleasure and she screamed, "Cass!" and shuddered around his massive cock, pulling at him until he sank himself deep into her and released himself with a low cry as he held her to him.
At last he collapsed on top of her, his face nuzzled against her neck and he simply whispered, "Bedewyn."
She stroked his hair, loving the feel of him on top of her, with her. He slowly rolled to the side, still nuzzling her neck, his arm around her waist.
She continued to stroke his hair. "That was wonderful."
"Yes," he said in his warm, low voice. He was breathing slowly now as if he were almost asleep. And then he was asleep, holding her, warm and safe against her.
And she whispered, "I want it to be you, Cass," and drifted off herself.
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Chapter 2
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"Ah, Falcon, I did not expect to see you so soon," the King said. He'd heard about what his daughter had done to the warrior and laughed under his breath. What a reckless, strong woman she was. She would make a fine Queen. And Falcon needed to be taken down a peg or two, even though he genuinely liked the man.
"Sire, the Princess has chosen another."
"Yes," he paused. "Yes," the King said again, steepling his fingers against his mouth to hide his smile. "I heard that she had."
Falcon gave the King a hard look, wondering just how much the King had heard. But he did not pursue it. Damn that woman for making him into her puppet! "Can we not do something? She is in her chambers with him now."
"Well, it is why we have the young men available, is it not?"
"But, Sire, it should be me!"
The King gave Falcon a hard look. "Though I agree that you may be able to get her with child, who is to say that this new boy will not?"
"He IS a child. And how may a boy such as he rule?"
"Is that your concern? Ruling? Who is to say that you would make a good ruler then?"
Falcon paced in front of the King. "I have years of experience on the battlefield. I know the politics of our lands, and I am a strong and virile male, capable of producing strong sons."
"Yes, yes, I suppose you are correct. Still, do not lose sight that it is she who will rule and who will make the final decision. Have her summoned to me and we will discuss the matter."
"Yes, Sire," Falcon said with a satisfied smile on his face.
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A pounding came on her door and Bedewyn and Cass roused slowly.
"Yes, who summons me?"
"The King wishes you to join him, My Lady."
"Fine. Inform him that we shall be there momentarily," she said to the door.
"Very good, My Lady."
Cass stroked her bare arm. "I want to make love to you again," he said in his rich voice.
"And you shall, angel. Many times over if I have anything to say about it - and I do." She kissed him slowly, enjoying the feel of his soft lips. "But right now I think it best if we dress and see what Father wants."
Cass nodded and began gathering his clothes and pulling them on. Bedewyn put on her linen dress, but Cass helped her with her boots and rebuckled her corset. He then lovingly arranged her hair in a more respectable manner. Bedewyn got a hairbrush from the dresser and reached up to Cass's beautiful red hair and brushed it down until is shone in the light. She couldn't help smoothing it with her hand too. He smiled back gently at her.
She took his hand, unbarred the door and led him out.
The attending servant was there awaiting them and led them down lighted hallways and into the anteroom where she saw Falcon pacing nervously in front of her father. Cass held her hand firmly and with confidence as they stood before the King. Bedewyn gave Falcon a cold stare.
"We are here, Father, what is it you require?"
"We? Are you suddenly so attached to this young man that you bring him when I only requested you?"
Bedewyn did not back down. She wanted Cass. Wanted him very much. For some reason, which she couldn't quite define, he was different from the others. He made her feel calm when she looked in his eyes. She felt as if she already knew him. And she definitely wanted him at her side. Definitely.
"He is my choice. I wish to have him with me. I....I want him with me," she said and looked at Cass. He remained quiet and calm, and still held her hand.
The King threw up his hands. "Oh, very well, Daughter. Let us get to the business at hand."
"And what business would that be?" she asked, but gave Falcon a knowing look.
"As we had previously discussed, we had decided that Falcon should be your 'chosen one' this moon cycle. Why did you choose this....this...."
"Cass," Cass said simply, lowering his head to the King.
"Cass," the King said in exasperation.
"Regardless of your discussions, Father, the choice is to be mine, is it not? I have chosen," she said firmly.
"Ah, well. There are other matters at stake here besides your heart, Daughter. Therefore I have decided that unless your current man gets you with child in this moon cycle, Falcon will be your man for the next. There will be no lineup. The choice is made."
Falcon fairly crackled with satisfaction. Cass held her hand tighter, and Bedewyn got a hard look.
"We shall see, Father," was all she said.
Bedewyn and Cass quietly left the room and she walked out into the gardens, now lit by moonlight. She'd dropped Cass's hand and she walked ahead of him. She was not one for tears, and no tears would now fall, but she was angry. And hurt. She did not want the brute Falcon. It would take all of her energy every day just to tame him, and she had no desire to do so. Could her father not see what sort of man she preferred? She was the strong one. She was the warrior. She did not need a warrior in her bed.
She stared at the peach colored hibiscus glowing in the moonlight and stroked its soft petals. She could feel Cass standing behind her.
"He does not know what he asks of me," she said.
Cass put his hands on her shoulders and moved his body close to hers. "You have some strange power over me, Bedewyn. I am with you and feel as if I cannot leave. What is this strange pull?"
She placed one hand over his. "I know not. I saw you today and knew immediately that you were the one I must choose. That has never happened to me before. Somehow I feel if we were parted that I would suffer greatly. And yet I don't really know you at all." She turned to face him now and he took a strand of her hair in his fingers, stroking it.
"If I told you that it will be alright and that we shall always be together, would you believe me?"
Moonlight hit the angles of his face and turned his hair into warm silver.
"I want to believe you. And when you speak like that it seems that I could."
"Then believe me, Wyn. I will make it so." He kissed her lightly, chasing away her stormy thoughts.
"But why do I want you by my side, dear Cass, when we have only just met?"
"For the same reason I wish to be by your side, dear Wyn, our hearts recognize each other. It must be so."
She nodded. "Would you do something for me?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation.
"I would like you to move your belongings to my quarters. Will you stay with me?"
"Until the stars cease to shine, my love."
Then they heard a clapping sound. "Most touching, young lovers. It almost brought a tear to my eye," said Falcon. He looked dangerous in the moonlight, his long black hair a roguish curtain around his face.
Cass stood in front of Bedewyn, shielding her from Falcon. "A moonlit garden is hardly the place for you, warrior."
"And the Princess's bed is no place for the likes of you, boy."
"And yet that is where I am headed. Amazing how the world works, isn't it? I shall keep her bed warm for many nights while you trip on those vines."
"What?" Falcon asked.
But Cass quickly pulled Bedewyn along and out of the garden.
Falcon turned to follow them, but his boots hooked in the vines at his feet and he fell, cursing and pulling at the plants.
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Bedewyn ordered a servant to gather Cass's things and bring them to her chambers. There wasn't much. He only had a few clothes, some grooming supplies and a few pouches of herbs.
"Hm, I believe we'll need a dressing table for you. It won't do to have your things strewn about. And I will instruct the tailor to sew you some new garments as well. Something a little more regal," Bedewyn said.
A servant came in and placed a tray of bread, cheese and fruits on a small table for them.
"Supper, My Lady. We thought you might prefer it in here this evening."
"Thank you, Dody. Please bring a pitcher of wine as well."
The servant left and returned with the wine. "Anything else, Lady?"
"No, Dody, that will do."
The servant turned to leave.
"Wait! One more thing. If Sir Falcon is lurking about this evening, please tell my guard to send him away."
"Certainly, Lady."
When the servant was gone, Cass barred the door.
"So you wish for me to have more regal attire?"
"No. You may wear whatever you like. Or nothing at all," she said and smiled wickedly. "But if you would like finer clothes, then I would like you to have them."
"If it pleases you, I will have them then. I like your clothes. Why do you wear leathers?"
Bedewyn stood and removed the leather thongs from her hair, letting the curls spill down even further and Cass watched with great interest.
She shrugged. "I don't feel comfortable in traditional attire. The colors are wrong and the fabrics too soft. Leather is sturdy and I find it very becoming."
"Oh yes, it's very becoming. Come, my love, before I get carried away with this talk. Let's eat, and drink and maybe I'll be able to keep my hands off your buckles."
"I don't want you to keep your hands off of them," she gave him a smoky look and he swallowed. "But you are right, we should eat."
They sat and Bedewyn began to nibble at the fruit. "So, what region are you from?"
"The hills over Eidderf. I lived with my family."
"And how many family have you?"
"A sister and a mother. My father died in a cart accident last year."
"Oh my, I'm very sorry."
Cass shook his head. "We're better off without him. He was not a good man. Though at times I do miss him."
"And you were raised to come to the palace? To be with me?"
"Yes. Always." He looked her in the eye and sipped his wine.
Bedewyn could feel heat pooling in her lower regions when he looked at her like that. She drank some wine too, loving the sweet, heady flavor. She got a thoughtful look.
"Cass, would it be helpful for your family to move to the palace? Now that you are here, they may need assistance."
"My sister would love it, but I doubt that my mother would move. She's stubborn and won't want to leave her home."
Bedewyn nodded, taking a bite of cheese. "If it's alright with you I'd like to bring your sister to the palace then. And send a manservant for your mother. You may choose him."
"You're too kind, my love. Are you certain you want to do these things?"
"If you are certain that you wish to stay."
He gave her a level look. "I'm staying. But I'm not staying to gain your royal favor or to look after my family or to win a crown. These things mean nothing to me. It is you I covet, Bedewyn. And whether you were in a palace or a pauper's shack I would still covet you."
She pushed her chair out and walked to him, then sat in his lap, straddling him.
He ran his hands down her leather corset and pulled her down harder into him. "Ah, Wyn, what you do to me," he breathed.
She kissed him, her lips softly touching his. She loved the feel of him, the soft, sweet smell of him like mown hay in springtime. She loved his creamy skin and the dusting of freckles over his nose. And his mouth was so sweet and tasted of wine.
He deepened the kiss, pressing his lips into hers, wanting her to open for him, and she did and his tongue found hers.
She ran her hands in his silky hair.
"I have to be in you again, Wyn. I have to bury myself in your sweet flesh."
He ripped at the leather strappings, throwing her corset to the side, and pulling down her linen dress so that her naked breasts were right in front of his hungry mouth.
Bedewyn petted his head and he took one nipple between his lips and gently swirled it.
"Oh God, Cass, I'm melting when you do that."
He sucked harder, bringing her nipples to sharp peaks of desire. She could feel him growing large and hard beneath her skirt.
He mumbled something, but she couldn't understand.
He came up for breath and said, "To the bed," in a hoarse whisper.
She stood and pulled her dress all the way off. He sat a moment staring at her. She was a vision of perfection with her ivory skin, flawless breasts and narrow waist. Cass stared at her nether regions. She was perfect there too, and he would have her. All of her. And he would have her now.
She moved to the bed and lay down, watching him get up and hastily tear away his clothes. He was with her in mere seconds. She stroked him with her hand, loving the feel of him, hard and long and ready for her.
He leaned into her hand and kissed her deeply. Then moved to kiss her breasts, tweaking them and sending liquid fire to her core. He moved lower, kissing her flat stomach. She tensed. No one had kissed her below her breasts before. But Cass gently stroked her thighs and kissed her tummy gently and she relaxed. And then he moved lower and placed a kiss on top of her sweet little pussy, and he gently moved her legs apart and kissed her again, this time letting his tongue out ever so slightly to taste her.
She moaned with the sensation. She had never felt anything like it. And her sounds of passion emboldened him and Cass let his tongue explore her soft folds, lightly caressing her, tasting her, and Bedewyn whimpered with longing. Cass drew her legs wider apart and licked stronger now, finding her clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Her hands grabbed his hair and held him to her as he worked that spot, gently sucking and laving her until she was whimpering long and loud. He continued to lick her clit and now slid one long finger inside her, moving in and out, and then two fingers. And she grabbed his hair in a tight grip and convulsed around him, sending hot liquid over his fingers and gripping them in waves of pleasure.
He stilled his movements, but she was still gasping and whimpering, her eyes closed tight. And Cass mounted her, placing the head of his rock hard erection at her entrance, feeding it in inch by inch and groaning with the pleasure of it.
Bedewyn grabbed at him, wrapping her legs around his hips and grabbing at his broad back.
"Oh God, Cass!"
He moved into her, pounding her slick channel, going deeper with each thrust until his entire length filled her again and again. He was not gentle now, and she didn't want him to be. She urged him onward with her gasps of pleasure and he thrust long and deep.
"I'm going to come, my love," he breathed, "I'm going to fill you with my hot seed."
And she cried out and gripped him tighter, another orgasm ripping through her, her sheath grasping him tight and he came, spilling himself deep inside her as he held tight and struggled for breath.
They held each other, collapsing on the bed.
Falcon could hear the noises within. Bedewyn's cries of pleasure. Hell, half the castle could hear them.
Falcon lurked in a dark hallway. He'd been dismissed by the guard at her door. Specifically mentioned, no less. The Princess delighted in humiliating him, it would seem. She must be brought to heel if he would be her husband. If he were to have the crown. That redheaded child must be done away with. What if he impregnated her? Truly the odds said he would not, but what if? Falcon would surely be out of the picture entirely then. He must devise a plan to both eliminate the boy and get the Princess on her back before the month was up. He lightly stroked the bulge at the front of his breeches. Her cries of passion were too much for him. He must find a serving wench to spill into and be done with this tension.
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Chapter 3
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Upon awakening Cass took Bedewyn again, filling her with his potent nectar. He wanted to leave nothing to chance. No one would take this woman from him. He would be her husband. He would break the curse.
Bedewyn ordered a bath brought up and shooed the servants away. They did not need servants. They only needed each other. They bathed each other and dressed in fresh clothing.
"Wyn, have I hurt you at all?"
She smiled at him. "No, though I feel delightfully well used by you, My Lord."
He smiled back at her. "You call me Lord?"
"If I am to believe your declarations, then yes, I call you Lord. For I believe you shall be. And to me you are thus already."
He hugged her from behind, letting his hands spread over her belly. "Perhaps my seed grows in you even now."
"Your touch undoes me, Cass." She leaned against him and he moaned.
"I intend to undo you several times a day, my lovely Wyn. Until I am a mere wraith from my efforts in the bedroom. You shall have to feed me well to keep my strength up."
"Then you will have six meals a day with fresh meats and strong wine. And I will be at your feet, begging for your manly attentions."
"Only a fool would put you at his feet. Though I can think of one such fool who would like to try."
"Ugh, do not remind me of him while I am in your arms."
"Forgive me, Wyn, but when I think of what you did to him in the great hall I nearly die of humor. You are a harsh mistress, indeed, and I'm thankful to be on the receiving end of your affection and not your ire."
She laughed. "I'll send someone to collect your sister today. And you must choose a manservant for your mother. I also thought we could go riding. I'd like for you to see our lands and perhaps stop at one of the villages. For they will be your lands, Cass, if we are wed."
"We shall be. I can somehow feel it inside of me." He held her belly again. "But dear Wyn, I think it best if you do not ride. If my seed is to take hold, perhaps it would be better not to jostle it about on the back of a horse, and what if you were thrown? We could have the guards take us in a cart instead."
She held her hands over his. "I never thought of that. You're right. I will rely on you to govern my actions, Cass. I am too bold at times and haven't considered this. You must tell me these things."
"I'll tend to you, my woman. You know I would like to wed you today if I could." He nuzzled her hair.
"I'd like that too. But if luck holds we will know in a couple weeks if my menses are late. Then we will wed. Then the curse will be broken."
"Why was a curse put upon your kingdom by the Dark Woman?
"A beautiful witch, later known as the Dark Woman, fell in love with the heir to the throne. They were to be married. But the King at the time disallowed it. The Prince had not a strong enough character to go against him and he married another. The witch cast a spell so the lands would be barely able to sustain life. So the men would rarely father a child. It has been prophesized that I will break the curse with the birth of my babe after my twenty-first year. And I shall wed the father and the lands will be healed. That is why I must follow my heart. Perhaps I can be strong where that long ago Prince was not. That's why I will stand up to my father. And that is why curse or no, I will have you, Cass. My heart knows what it wants.