A Princess's Request

After their conversation earlier that evening, she was the last person Sain expected to see. Oh, how it had hurt when she reminded him that as a knight of Lycia, he couldn't return to Etruria with her.

A lesser man would have forsaken his duties to his liege and gone anyway, but even at his most lovestruck, Sain knew what was more important. And he couldn't very well ask her to leave her home to stay in Caelin with him.

So when she came to his door late that night, wearing nothing but her nightgown, he had to poke himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Princess, what brings you here?" he asked. Priscilla was blushing heavily, but her eyes were determined as she walked up and placed her hands on his forearms.

"Sain, as long as I am a lady of Etruria and you a knight of Lycia, we can't stay together. Once this war's over, we'll be going our separate ways," she said. "I'll be expected to marry a man of high standings to further Carleon's line."

Oh, did she have to twist the knife?

"But there's one thing I must ask of you, before we part ways," she continued.

"What might that be, Princess? Though anything you ask, I would-"

She cut him off with a sudden kiss, and Sain's arms instinctively went around her, pulling her to him. Now he was sure he was dreaming.

"I want you, Sain...to be my first," she said as she broke the kiss. Sain's instinct was to say no, it wasn't very knightly to take a woman he'd never see again. But she was asking him to, and from the look on her face it hadn't been as easy to do as she made it look.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "There's nothing I'd like more, but-but what if I leave you with a child? That could cause a scandal!"

"Lady Louise gave me some herbs," she said. "Sain, please...if we're to never see each other again, I want to give myself to someone I love!"

The pure sincerity in her voice and the passion in her eyes moved him so deeply he could barely answer.

"If...if that is what you truly want, Princess," he said, closing the door and taking her in his arms. They kissed, softly at first, then more deeply as his hands undid the laces of her nightgown.

She gasped as he took his lips from hers to kiss down her neck, briefly licking the hollow of her throat and down to her collarbone. As the final lace of her gown was untied, the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts. Sain paused and moved back for a moment to look at her.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. He'd told her so a million times, but never before had it made her blush so deeply.

"Maybe we should sit down," she laughed. They did, Priscilla taking this moment to remove his shirt. Once it fell to the floor, Sain lowered his face to her breasts and began to kiss and suck at the sensitive skin. Her hands clutched the sheets and she began to moan, arching her chest forward.

The scent, the feel, the taste of her skin against his lips was like heaven, and coupled with the beautiful sound of her moans...his own arousal was becoming more urgent with every second, but a gentleman always put his lady's pleasure before his own.

Still pleasuring her breasts, he slid one hand down the length of her body, over her stomach...her legs opened instinctively and he began to caress her hot, wet folds with his fingertips.

"Ah! Sain...!" Her breathing quickened and her moans grew louder; she felt his fingers circle her entrance before sliding into her, tangling her own fingers into his hair as the sensations continued to assault her. All she could do was gasp his name over and over.

Sensing she was coming close to orgasm, Sain withdrew his fingers to gently stroke her clit as his lips and tongue began to rapidly tease and suck at her left nipple. With a soft cry and a jerk of her hips, she came.

As she lay there, gasping for breath, he leaned up to brush her sweaty bangs away from her face and kiss her lips softly.

"You look even more beautiful stricken with passion," he whispered. She smiled, slowly standing up to remove her nightgown completely.

"If I may..." She began to remove his pants, heart pounding in anticipation as she reached for his cock.

Her touch was as soft as silk as her hand closed nervously around him, tentatively stroking and squeezing.

"Princess, that feels so good...don't ever stop," he moaned. Growing bolder, she caressed the head with her thumb and began to nibble at his earlobe; his gasp let her know she'd just found one of his sensitive spots. He closed his eyes, trying not to buck his hips...he didn't want her to stop, but if she didn't...

Suddenly, she pulled her hand away and began to caress his sides, his chest, his shoulders.

"I'm ready," she whispered. "Please, Sain..."

She laid down on the bed and he positioned himself atop her. He looked into her eyes, so full of desire and anticipation and trust. Clasping her shoulders, he carefully thust into her. She winced and bit her lip; it hurt, but he was so gentle and slow, kissing her and caressing her cheeks as he began to move.

It was everything he could have dreamed of and so much more. She was soft and pliable and her moans only served to excite him more. She came once before he did, his orgasm making her third and final one all the more powerful.

When it was over, she lay nestled in his arms, filled with a bittersweet happiness.

"Thank you," she whispered. "As long as I live, I'll never forget this night."

He simply rested his head against hers, sadness mixing with lingering euphoria. Right now, he didn't want to think about their inevitable parting of ways. All he cared about was falling asleep with her in his arms.