Huntsman I: Princess (3 page)

Unclasping the back of the trap, Mikhael eased the
captive woman’s legs down gently, leaving her to hang leaning forward with her hands high above her head. Not much improved, but enough that she could see his face as he rounded on her with a quietly playful grin on his face.

“
Oh aye, vicious creature ever I did see one.” He commented, putting a hand into the cowl to cup her hidden cheek and push the cowl back. As he did, a soft, almost cute stab of pain shot up his hand. Pushing the cowl off her head revealed a beautiful, softly rounded face with sharp brown eyes glaring daggers up at the Huntsman framed by rich, glossy brown hair that brushed her brow and covered her ears. She had bitten his hand, and held his thumb between her lips in fanged teeth.

The Huntsman did not seem to mind it at
all and even chuckled softly, stroking the rest of his hand against her cheek as she lunged and took more of the digit between her lips. Letting the woman have her way, he even hushed and cooed to soothe her, bringing his other hand up to pet her head. The woman grumbled but lowered her eyes, squeezing on his thumb more tenderly as he waited for her to be finished and release it.

“Shh, it’s alright
now.” He hushed, leaving her to gnaw and suckle on his finger slowly with her eyes lidded. She seemed to relax into a content state there, pressing her head against his chest as she suckled and as far as twisted her tongue around the finger endearingly, squeezing on his taste and enjoying the feel of having something between her lips.

Mikhael knew
the woman could be
very
dangerous when provoked, as the glare she had held was a good sign of, but she was as easy to soothe as rile. Nuzzling in on the finger, the tied up girl couldn’t help but shiver and squirm from the chill of the snowy night. It made sense, with how little she was wearing and the heated adrenaline washing out of her.

Cupping and blowing warm air onto his
free hand, the Huntsman reached down into the heavy robe covering her, finding and gently squeezing on the supple mound of a breast within to warm her. Her immediate reaction was to bite down on his finger harder, gasping and growling a soft moan of pleasure in the back of her throat as her eyes lit up, glowering up at him as he kneaded and stroked his hand in a slow, circular motion.

“Hmm,
aye, I'll have to be careful getting this one trussed. Easy now, shh.” He hushed, soothing her with tone and a firm edge to his tenderness as he would any beast. The sudden addition of warmth in his hand on her chilled breast was more than enough to make the woman squirm and melt into his embrace, making her jerk, twitch and pull on the bondage around her to be free.

Against it, h
is hand grew more firm, asserting his grip and dominance over her as she flexed and sunk her teeth into his finger. She couldn’t help but whine and tremble under his affection, blushing furiously and trembling. Her toes curled inside her boots, hands clenching as she glared half-heartedly at her secret lover, the only man to tame her. Knowing that, his teasing way with her was infuriating on her needy, chilled body.

“Mmm, looks like t
hat works.” He teased, finding the nipple to brush his fingers around and pinch, twisting and tugging it away from her trapped body before letting go with a light smack of flesh slipping from his fingers and whimper of a squeal from deep in her throat. The heat in her eyes was draining out into her body with every moment, but she still tried to give him her best glower while sinking a sharper fanged tooth into the thumb. That the skin did not break infuriated her as much as it comforted her.

He was big, rough and unbreakable as far as she was concerned.
Her indomitable Huntsman. She couldn’t help but soften the glare in her eyes as she drew on the finger. She wouldn’t have him any other way.

S
tepping in closer, the Huntsman seemed to understand as much from the look in her eyes as the rest of her body’s language, sliding his hand down her side to press her teased breasts and face against his chest in a loving embrace. His hand trailed down the small of her back and over her rear, gripping it firmly to take purchase and dig heat into the skin. It also proved the point – she really wasn’t wearing anything underneath the cloak.

Twitch
ing and squirming in her bonds against him, feeling his warmth and body wrap around her, the woman in his embrace whimpered softly, nuzzling into his broad chest, gnawing and nibbling on his thumb. The way he touched and held her was setting her alight with lust and need. That there was nothing she could do about it made all the more arousing.

“Shh...
alright, I'll have you down in no time.” Mikhael hushed, grinning down at her as his hands squeezed and grabbed at her soft and proper ladylike body with an accustomed firmness, patting the rear as he pulled away. Gently pulling the digit from her mouth, he rested his hand on her head, holding her in place to stop her biting him again. With her steadied, the Huntsman fished around in his pockets under the heavy cloak for something.

“Ah, there. This’ll make you safer to handle.” He spoke, as much to himself as the woman bound and panting lightly. Without warning or question, the Huntsman simply p
ushed a thick wad of cloth firmly into her mouth, shoving until it had balled and filled her eager maw enough to gag it before she could question his choice of words.

The rubbery
leather band to go around her head held it in place, stopping her from spitting it out. That band was usually for stopping the beast from snapping their maws at him than gagging a person, and the indignant flare of life in her eyes said she knew that.

Ignoring her wordless and muffled
whines, he instead got to work unhooking the trapping binds from the rest of her body, letting the straps fall to the ground and release her contorted body – for the most part. It was enough to let her stand and breathe, but both her ankles and wrists remained bound to such an extent that the flustered and gagged woman was still little more than his captive prize.

With that in mind, and finally done unclasping her bondage, Mikhael lowered the gagged woman down to
the hard forest floor, pulling her wrists behind her head. It made her squeal behind the gag and wiggle as much for the chill and harshness of the ground as his flexing her limbs like that. The feel of her legs coming up from behind made it clear enough what he was doing with her, now. The realisation only made her bite the cloth and flush with heat harder.

S
trapping a loop of rope between her wrists, the Huntsman tugged on it firmly while threading the far side between her ankles and tugging back. The result was to see her hogtied like a wild beast, squirming and tugging lightly on the rope as she grinded against the hard floor.

“There, now to get wrapped up and head home.”
Mikhael declared. Despite the glares and being trussed up like another of his hunted beasts, squirming and fighting playfully against the bonds, her sex was quite wet from arousal. It sent juices flowing down her pale thighs as he handled her, nipples clearly hard from both the cold and the torment her lover had given them. For all the maddening, arousing torture, she had no choice but to lay there under his gaze like just another piece of meat.

Laughing softly and kne
eling next to her, Mikhael simply picked up and hoisted the woman over his shoulder in her bound state, leaving her to give off a muffled and quiet squeak of shock and embarrassment. With her legs bound and doubled back, the Huntsman had the scent and sight of her exposed thigh by his cheek to watch quivering on his shoulder as he gathered his things and continued home with his prize.

Being lifted over Mik
hael’s shoulder like another animal he’d trapped or killed was exceedingly embarrassing for her, knowing just how he’d be able to feel every movement of her body. The thought of how he would be able to feel her body heat under the cloak, smell her perfumes, bath soaps and the scent of her arousal. Knowing there was nothing she could do but tremble and squirm on top of him made it all the worse.

Thoroughly enjoying th
ose scents next to him, Mikhael pushed her heavy cloak of a coat to one side, exposing her pert little rear to the night air. The wriggling and muffled whine as the chill bit into her skin was more than amusing, making the man chuckle and rub the tender round of ass cheek lovingly. It calmed her squirming into a happy little grind, her tone mellowing into a growl of embarrassed pleasure.

“Mmm, such sweet smelling meat. I think I'll enjoy preparing this one for the Queen.” He teased in a conversational tone,
nuzzling and kissing the perfectly soft skin of her thigh. That got her squirming and wriggling against his face, trying to rub his rough cheek intimately as he patted and squeezed the firm round. Talk of the Queen still sent a shivers up her spine despite it – she knew exactly what would happen if Her Majesty knew of what was going on in the Huntsman's lodge.

F
inally arriving, the Huntsman opened the door to his private forest lodge, ducking down to ensure his capture got in without grazing the doorframe in any way before heaving and lurching to simply toss her onto the pile of furs already prepared in the back of the main room, ignoring her muffled squealing.

He
knew she could see him walk through the room from there, glowering up at him with a dazzled look in her eyes as he undressed. Dropping his own mantle cloak over her body, he discarding his hefty tracking leathers nearby to stand in a much lighter grey tunic and leggings. He looked better without all the armour and rugged apparel about him. She could feast her eyes on him freely like that.

Knowing she was, the Huntsman stretched and flexed, content to be free
of the heavier clothing, but not yet content. Pulling the tunic overhead and leggings off, he threw them aside to prepare the fire wearing nothing more than his briefs. Here in his private abode with his secret lover, he could be at ease and dress how he wished. Such was to feel at home.

Kneeling down to kindle a spark to flame, Mikhael
tended the fire until it had the heat and life of a crackling burn, letting the light of the flames dance off his firm curves. Watching silently from the pile of furs, his bound and gagged companion couldn't help but let her eyes wander over him like a hungry predator, eyeing that hard and beautiful body.

G
lancing back to his lover, the look she gave him got a soft chuckle as he stood, turning slowly to walk over to her. Trussed and helpless as she was, it was simple to leaves her to squirm and stare for a moment longer as he sorted through his pack within arm’s reach of her grunting and squirming figure.

That he pa
id her no attention and instead saw to that everything was in its place drove her mad with need for those big hands to grab her, the arms to encircle her. Most importantly however, she wanted to get her hands around those chiselled hips and lock her legs around his waist. She wanted his bold eyes on her and body to take her.

Barely even paying attention
to him in turn as that lustful fantasy ran wild behind her eyes, she so much as resisted the cloth pulled out of her mouth, gritting mouth as he removes the band from her head. Tugging and taking the gag from her lips, she’s left to breathe and sputter the taste off her tongue.

“Haagh, finally…
let me out, Mikhael, please?” She whines, squirming and lapping her tongue to clean it of the starch cloth. Chuckling softly and ruffling her hair, the Huntsman barely gives her a reply, and rather works at pulling the heavy robe away from her head and shoulders, admiring the sensual nudity of his prize with equally hungry eyes.

“Well look at you.” He murmurs in a deep, loving tone that vibrates straight into her core as she swallows and writhes under his powerful stare, feeling all the more small and vulnerable without her
cloak around her. Free of the gag, she yet finds it hard to speak under his presence, hogtied and bared to him as she is.

“O
h aye, quite a prize catch tonight. Let's get you in front of the fire.” Mikhael says, easily hoisting her up from the binding between her wrists and ankles to carry through the room, gently placing her down on the big bear rug so her hands, feet and rear face the warming flames.

Lying
next to her, his lips finally meet hers in a tender, teasing embrace, leaving her to try and chase the kiss for more, sticking her tongue out and whining softly as her wiggling got her nowhere. Mikhael only smiled quietly, holding her still before leaning back in to meet her hungry lips with his own more fully, letting her tongue lunge into his mouth to meet and twist around his own in lieu of any other appendage to show her affection with until pulling away on a ragged breath.

“Mmm… and what does the Royal Huntsman do with a prize catch worthy of half the Kingdom, my Mikhael?” The woman whispered softly, her eyes full of love, affection and hunger for her Huntsman.
Mikhael knew very well; her claim was no boast.

Hogtied
naked before him lay Queen Olvang’s daughter and heir to the throne, Princess Katalyne Olvang.

Having
the Northland’s vicious, beautiful and powerful heir bound left him with the freedom to touch and stroke her as he pleased while her backside warmed in front of the fire. Running a hand over her breasts and down the curve of her stomach to slide down into her crotch and rub slowly over the sensitive mounds.