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deep
then, and I could taste my sex mingling with his. Gently he stroked
between my legs with his hand, and sat back on his buttocks. Gently
he pulled me up to sit atop him, my legs around his waist. I felt
the mushroom head of his penis pressing against me.
    My eyes were wide,
and I struggled to breathe, my body excited and nervous.
    “Ready, my
love?” He murmured, kissing me softly.
    I nodded, my heart
pounding. He slid inside with one powerful stroke, driving into my
wet walls. I arched into him, not sure whether to pull away or push
into him. He stole my cry of pain with a kiss, and gently slid out.
I could feel my wetness, but the pain was only discomfort as he
moved.
    “More...please,”
I breathed. Trian obliged, gently stroking inside me. The
discomfort was minimal. He adjusted our posture a bit, bringing me
toward him so my breasts were pressed into him, and he moved my hips
down on his length. I felt his penis curl toward the front of my
belly. His powerful thighs corded and moved against my legs as he
stroked his hips up into me, as though petting my insides.
    Then, as though he
had found a strange button I yelped, and those shards of glass that
had my skin standing on edge started melting back together, forming
once again the iron ball.
    God, was this an
orgasm? So delicious and powerful. The more his body found that
button in me the more noise I made. I couldn't stop it, I moaned, I
whimpered, I cried. Finally I could handle it no longer and I felt
the explosion within me again and I screamed his name, not caring who
knew that my virgin blood was given to this captain I was so in love
with. I arched and almost fell back, but he caught me, holding me to
him still.
    I felt him push
deep and he moaned, his body tightening, and I realized he was
releasing his seed within me, his orgasm pulsing through him.
    I watched as lips
parted with his breath and his eyes squeezed shut in exaltation. He
was more beautiful in that moment, as though he had been lifted to be
with God. An angel, and suddenly I knew.
    None shall usurp
him as heir and future king save the son of my blood. My blood
sheathed his cock, stained the bed. Permanently tied us together. I
was not a son, but Trian had taken my blood freely given. My
father's son. He kissed me and I knew in that moment. We would be
safe. He would save us.

    The Next Morn

    We were awoken
before dawn the next morn, my lady's maids eyes were white with her
shock, but she hurried about setting out my gown, bathing my
sensitive and sore body. Trian bathed in my room as well, not
bearing to leave my side.
    They hurried
quickly to wash me, and provided Trian with fresh clothing, begging
decorum and for him to leave the room. I wouldn't allow it. Lassi
entered, her face sober, no doubt being fetched to handle the man in
the Princess's Chambers.
    Her eyes darted to
the bed, her full cheeks blushed deeply as she saw my virgin blood,
red against the snowy white plane.
    “Princess,”
she murmured, and crossed toward us, she turned to shoo Trian from
the room, but I touched her arm.
    “He stays.
He is of my father's blood now. We shall be wed on the castle walls
at dawn. Arrange it.”
    Lassi's mouth
dropped open, “Princess, my lady...”
    “Now.”
I turned away dismissing her and shook my head at the soft blue
lovely gown my ladies held in front of me. Gown after gown appeared
before me, but frustrated I shook my head against them. Purple,
gold, white, pink. Soft and lovely and exquisite, but none what I
sought.
    “I must look
the Queen, powerful, strong.” I looked at Trian, “and
Trian must look the King. He is now a Prince of blood.”
    My mother opened
the door at that moment, as they held a lilac gown up.
    She looked at the
blood stain on the bed, at Trian as he stood in his black leather
trousers shirtless, and me in a simple linen cloth that barely
concealed my body.
    “Tis true
then.”
    I looked at my
mother. I couldn't form words.
    “You love
him?” She asked.