The Warrior and the Petulant Princess (23 page)

“It has already been sent out, and thank you for not inviting the many noble women I’m sure you know.”

“I am not true friends with any of them, which makes me sad,” she said honestly. “I hope that will change.”

“As we grow in our life together you will attract those who genuinely like you,” he said warmly. “Now I have something to discuss with you, but we must keep our voices low.”

“That sounds intriguing,” she remarked.

“First though, I have news. I have already received several messages from my Prince. He has assigned a team to prepare the house for the wedding. They will be here every day, beginning when the East sun rises, and staying until it begins to set. This includes a full kitchen staff who will be preparing the banquet.”

“My goodness. Can your kitchen handle such a big chore?”

“They will make the necessary adjustments, and I suspect much of the food will start arriving from the Palace a few days before, but there are other things that need to be organized. The tables, for instance, are to be set out on the terrace, the settings and how the table is to be decorated must be decided.”

“That’s wonderful,” she exclaimed. “I was going to suggest having the banquet there.”

“There are also dressmakers that will be calling on you. I am embarrassed that I didn’t have the foresight to see this eventuality and allow you to bring more clothing,” he admitted, “but the court’s tailors will be here to measure you and bring various materials so you may pick those you like. I have also asked your father to arrange to have some of your clothes sent here.”

“You have thought of everything.”

“I have tried to,” he smiled. “The Palace of Zanderone isn’t far, so that makes much of this easier than you might think. Oh, and the Prince is inviting your father and mother to be his guests there.”

“That occurred to me as I fell asleep last night,” she remarked. “It’s the obvious solution. Will your uncle be performing your half of the ceremony?”

It was the custom in both Zanderone and Verdana that the father of both the bride and groom perform the ceremony, each for their child.

“This is more difficult,” Larian sighed. “The Prince has stated he wishes to perform the task, but since he is not my closest male relative it may not be possible. Of course my uncle wishes it too, but he would never go against the Prince. If the law allows it, the Prince will do the honors, otherwise, yes, my uncle.”

“What is it that we must talk about in quiet,” she frowned.

“I was getting there” he said softly, “you must learn to be patient. With all the workers coming I fear our privacy will be compromised.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.”

“It will be impossible to have safe time alone here in the house, and it’s imperative that I continue to prepare you for our wedding night.”

“And it’s imperative that I have your attention,” she whispered with her eyes wide. “I cannot live without it…I missed you so much through the night.”

“There is a small cottage a short ride from here, and each morning, as the East sun rises, I will collect you from your room and take you there. It cannot be seen from the house and it’s very comfortable. I plan on enlarging it and using it for staff when I need to, but for now it sits empty.”

“Larian, that’s wonderful,” she beamed, “but what horse will I ride?”

“You’ll be on Thunder with me. There are steps near the stable that you can use to climb on, and I’ve already put something in place at the cottage.”

“Can we go there today?”

“I have planned on it,” he whispered, “directly after we finish this meal. I will tell everyone that I am taking you around the grounds, which is something that must be done anyway, so you can see the fence that separates the property from the outside.”

“I need to feel you,” she said longingly, “I need your arms, your lips-”

“Hush, the housekeeper is coming.”

She’d been leaning forward, and had settled back in her chair just moments before the woman walked in carrying a steaming pot of honey tea.

A short time later, thrilled with the pending arrangements and eager to see their cottage, Lizbett was very happy as she climbed up the steps outside the stable, and with Larian’s help she found her spot on Thunder’s wide back.

“I’m falling in love with him,” she smiled as they began to walk away from the house.

“I think, with all the activity here, we should let Scarlet settle in until after the wedding. I saw her spooking at the gardner’s barrow this morning.”

“She is very nervous,” Lizbett agreed, “but she is much easier to ride than you think.”

“If you wish we can try, but I don’t want anything happening to you, and she needs some proper training. She is your horse though, so…”

“I would love you to help me with her,” Lizbett said quickly, “but perhaps you’re right, perhaps I should wait until everything has calmed down, but I am going to visit her every day. I don’t want her to think she’s been abandoned.”

“You must, this is important. Horses are very sensitive creatures.”

“Larian your land is so lovely,” she remarked as they made their way across the fields. “Are you going to bring in more animals?”

“Definitely, and I’d like you to help me decide what to have here.”

The cottage came into view, and when they stopped, though she was still slightly nervous, she sat on Thunder while Larian slipped off, then slid down into his arms.

“Where can you tether him?” she asked, patting the horse’s wide, thick neck.

“He won’t go anywhere,” Larian laughed, and opening the door he ushered her in.

“It’s so inviting, it’s like a little hideaway,” she sighed.

“It is a little hideaway,” he murmured as he took her into his arms. “Our little hideaway,” and lifting her up he carried her through a narrow arch into the bed chamber and laid her on the mattress. “I came here early, made sure everything was clean and ready for us.”

Quickly stripping, he began to slowly remove her dress and petticoats, then slipped down her silky underwear.

“I think I want you to go without these,” he murmured as he put them aside.

“No! That would be…”

“That would be scandalous,” he grinned, “but only you and I would know, and I like the idea of you running around the house without them under your many clothes. I could pull you into a corner and touch you any time I want.”

“Oh, Larian, the things you say, the way you make me feel.”

“I have something, a tool that I must use to help prepare you,” he said tenderly as his hand roamed across her nakedness, “it will follow after I have used my finger for a while.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No, not at all, it will feel very pleasant and bring you to a wonderful moment.”

“I want to feel it now,” she pleaded shifting on to her side and pressing her breasts against him.

“Such a passionate soul,” he mumbled, and lowering his lips to her nipples he began to gently suck.

“Mmm, that is marvelous,” she moaned raising her chest to meet his mouth.

Slipping his fingers between her legs he found her already wet and in need, and placing his hand on her waist he gently rolled her on to her stomach.

“As you were yesterday,” he said slipping his arm down the side of the bed, “I just wish we had more time, I wish we could stay here until the East sun sets.”

“Some time is better than none,” she said softly as she lifted her hips and dropped to her elbows.

Holding the artificial phallus he’d hidden away he knelt behind her and gazed at her glistening sex.

“So beautiful,” he muttered as he began to tease her with his fingers, “so beautiful and so hungry, alway so hungry.”

She wriggled her response, making him break into a grin.

“I see you have no longer have concerns about this position.”

“None,” she replied, “just the opposite. It makes me feel even hungrier.”

Sliding his large finger into her channel he began to move it in and out, and she responded immediately, opening and thrusting back.

“You may use your own hand against your precious nugget,” he said softly.

Letting out a cry of gratitude she moved her fingers against her pulsing pussy, and with a mushrooming lust he watched her arousal grow; quickly able to add a second finger to the first he pumped her carefully with a consistent rhythm.

“I’m going to use the tool now,” he warned, “it is smaller than my cock but larger than my two fingers together. All you have to do is relax and accept it,” he purred, “and keep your fingers busy.”

Made of a rubbery wood, it was hard but with a forgiving malleability, and as he pushed it forward she arched her back and spread her legs, eager to meet it.

“Oh, it is heaven,” she moaned as he slithered it into her. “Please, Larian, please use it.”

The gentle plunging began, and gripping his cock he stroked himself as he pumped, her wriggling behind and heavy sighs feeding his fire, rapidly bringing his cock to the edge. Had he more time he would have paused, but he knew they had to return before the sun rose too high.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Sir…I am…I am, oh, Sir, I love that thing inside me…and I am there!”

Determined to milk her properly he held himself at bay, and as she cried out her passionate bliss he continued to work her cunt, thrusting the phallus with quick strong strokes.

Her joyous wails began to transform into whimpers, and as her spasms receded, the last one being a heavy sigh, he let her collapse then rolled her on to her back. Gazing at her breasts he fervently massaged himself, and with a guttural groan he spewed his cream across her puckered nipples. The tingling prickles rippled through him, and panting heavily he dropped next to her, reaching under the pillow to retrieve a cloth.

“How did you know that was there?” she murmured as he softly wiped away the result of his climax.

“I put it there when I came earlier.”

“You are so clever. I love our little hideaway, I love everything, especially you. Please can you hold me?”

“Of course,” he whispered.

As he slid alongside her she nestled against him, and listened to the strong steady rhythm of his heart.

“Tomorrow morning,” he said softly, “will be different.”

“Different how?”

“Tomorrow I must begin your morning spankings. I will warm your bottom first, then I will pleasure you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Discipline will never be forgotten,” he said firmly, and dropping his lips to hers he kissed her languidly, gently devouring her mouth, then traveling his kiss to her ear he added, “because we both know the Petulant Princess is never far away.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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s she knew he would Larian kept his promise, and the following morning she found herself over his lap, squirming as his hand smacked the sensitive area where her thighs kissed her bottom. The spanking was rapid and sharp, and though quickly over it left her gasping and urgently wishing she could rub away the sting.

“Remember, there will be many people here every day until our wedding. They will be busy and probably nervous, wanting everything to be perfect,” he said as his hand roamed over her cheeks. “You must be patient and kind. They will have questions, and if you’re unsure you must find me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, “I’ll be good.”

“I’ll hear about it if you’re not,” he warned, “and I won’t hesitate to add any naughtiness to my list.”

“Ooh, that dreaded list,” she groaned.

He toyed with her breasts more than he had before, keeping her on her back with her arms raised above her head, and exerted complete control over her body, but again time was their foe and he was forced to bring them to their end before he would have liked.

Their passionate secret mornings continued but he varied their play, and though it always began with a spanking he varied that as well, sometimes swatting the center of her full, round cheeks, other times bending her over pillows on the bed and landing his belt with a couple of lashes, whatever happened to take his fancy.

As the days slipped away he was able to replace the first artificial phallus with a second, larger one, and was confident that by the time their wedding night was upon them, he would have prepared her sufficiently to accept his large member.

Lizbett had made it a habit to visit Scarlet directly after lunch. Taking carrots, apples and melon from the table, she would carry them in a basket to the paddock where Scarlet was living. There were horses on either side, and Lizbett noticed her mare had begun making friends, and had taken a special liking for two gray geldings who looked like identical twins. They were older and very calm, and Lizbett guessed Scarlet was drawn to their mellow nature.

She would feed her the treats from the basket, but would scold her if she became to grabby, and to Lizbett’s amazement Scarlet began to wait until the food was offered. Each time Scarlet was soft and easy, Lizbett would stroke her neck and talk to her softly, but if Scarlet was aggressive and tried to snatch the food from her hand or the basket, Lizbett made it very clear it was unacceptable.

“I’m so proud of her,” Lizbett said to Larian over dinner one night. “She’s being so good, and it didn’t take much.”

Larian smiled and nodded knowingly, delighted that Lizbett was finding a new and better path with her beloved mare.

One morning, however, there was no phallus, no warm caresses, and no pleasure for Lizbett; it was time to address the list. Entering the cottage he immediately ordered her to kneel in the center of the small living room.

“I don’t know if you’ve been counting the passes of the moon, Lizbett, but it has come time to discuss your naughty list.”

“The list? Oh, no.”

“Yes, let me see here,” he said sternly as he pulled a chair from the modest table and sat in front of her. “My goodness, you were a bad girl, but you’ve been quite well behaved since I began spanking you every morning.”

He read of her list of naughty crimes, then announced how she would be disciplined for each one.

The first punishment she anticipated; he was going to rub her nugget until she was about to have her moment, then deny her.