Thread: Sword & Shield

It was delightful to see the change that had taken place. The brand on his back had obviously taken a toll on him physically considering she could see the sheen of sweat on his brow. The heavy breathing and the stumbling gave insight on to the pain that was coursing through his body as he struggled to his feet. Yet it wasnt just the physical pain that caught her eye, the emotional one was plain to see as well. When he first came here he had been a mouthy bastard yet the man before her seemed almost a shadow of what he had been before. Sure he still had defiance in his stance but it wasnt as strong as it had been before. No, the prince had been branded like a cow and for the rest of his life anyone who saw him would know exactly what happened to him. That he had been little more then cattle to her and it was a mark that would never fade away. She smirked as she thought just how he would explain that to his family. There was no way he could hide it for the rest of his life and even if he was in bed with one of his whores when they ran their hands down his back he would always be reminded of what had happened here. After her little comment she could see something in him spring back to life. His arousal was now even more evident then before as if he was actually enjoying this sort of attention. Sure he could say whatever he wanted but his body couldnt lie. The prince could protest until he was blue in the face but all she had to do was look down and see the truth staring right at her. Her hand continued to rub against his skin as she lazily moved her hand over his arm. Kearas mind was reeling as she saw the images unfold in front of her as a new plan began to form in her mind. Why should she settle on merely harming him physically when she could do quite a number on him mentally? Physical scars would eventually heal but what she could do to his mind would haunt him for the rest of his life. No, shed make it so the arrogant prince before her left this place on his knees. Hm? I thought we already covered that. If you really want to fuck someone I could happily offer you up to the troops. If he meant to get under her skin that was a sad attempt at it. Sure at the beginning it might have gotten a reaction out of her but she had seen him break down partly from the brand and now she just wanted to tear him down even more. Maybe if youre a good little prince Ill spare your life when we burn your kingdom to the ground. Hell, the castle could always use some new eunuchs and Im sure youd fit in with no problem. Her tone was lazy though it still carried a threat to it. No, she couldnt do that right now since a prince who couldnt have an heir was worth less then a dead prince in the eyes of the people. Still, shed let that little threat hang in the air for just a moment as she moved her body closer to him so her body brushed up against his back. The movement was slight but the feel of her tunic against the raw skin should have sent more pain going through him. Still smirking, the hand that was on his hip moved lower so that her warm fingers were now inches away from the base of his member. The sight of him naked, bound, branded and with the collar around his neck brought a feeling of power over her. It was a feeling she had only ever felt on the battlefield as her sword came in contact with the enemies moments before she brought it down on their heads. This was a sense of power that was exhilarating to her and the longer she spent with him the more she craved it. The idea of having this bastard on his knees before her like some dog brought a small tingle down her spine as she took a deep breath. Leaning up she wrapped her other hand around him so that she was now pressed up behind him as her chest was pressed against his back. It would sting and hurt like hell and that was exactly what she was looking for. Slowly her lips brushed up against the back of his neck as she stood on her toes so her lips pressed against the side of his neck for just a moment. Face it your highness, youre branded for life as my little bitch. Every time one of your whores runs her hand down your back youll have to think of me. One hand was now flat on his stomach while her hand hung lazily just inches away from his aroused member. Get on your knees and beg like the dog you are and maybe Ill take pity on you and leave you alone for a couple of hours. No doubt he would need to time to recover and if he were smart he would do it. Though if that would win out over his attitude was still up in the air.