Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

Hella knew the history of war, what he was telling her was no shock, though it did give her cause to wonder about the full capacity of Lances power. If he had the same kind of might as was demonstrated by his ancestors she felt like a mouse guarding a powered keg. Though his seemingly romanticizing of her killing and then going on to demonizing his own killing potential was strange to her, she felt flaws in his logic that she chose not to address. He spoke like he was already a killer, but there was a good chance that his powers would never be used for the killing, much less on such a massive scale, given no country would dare declare full war anytime soon. And even so, likely his father would be called into battle not him. Furthermore he spoke as if he was a caged animal or a locked up war beast, yet he must know his families power was too great to be chained and guided unless they allowed themselves to be. If he or his father decided that this way of life was not what they wanted, honestly, who in this kingdom could stop them? Even if you gathered every mage from every corner of the kingdom you probable couldn't match the power of the youngest of the nobles, much less the father. She kept these thought to herself, surely these facts were self evident to the prince, and he had said to her he didn't want another smart mouth around. Which she could understand, spending 20 plus years as an adolescent would be rather infuriating and probable involve a lot of being talked down to. Was it bath time already? She nodded her hair and went and made the bath arrangements he had asked. She went into her room and disrobed wrapping a towel around her frame, carefully tucking it and position it the best she could to keep everything hidden. The towel was nearly to small for this task given her height and long legs. the towel stopped just shortly after her personal areas, if she were to stretch her arms up he woman hood would be visible, if she even bent forward slightly her plump, firm ass would be bared for the world to see. By the time the 15 minutes had passed she realized that her light feeling of arousal had left her. Perhaps just a flash of desire, it had been so long since she had found any personal time, and many years since she had any kind of lover. Strangely enough though, as she walked in and saw her prince's completely naked form the feeling seemed to return, greater than before now that she could see more of his naked body than just his face, not that she knew that was the cause. All she knew was that she was feeling even hornier than before and she couldn't place why, she fidgeted a little trying in vain to get her body to calm down. She resigned herself to ignore the feelings and do her best to not betray them in her body language or explression, though light blush across her cheeks betraid her hot and bothered state. You may find me better at it than you think my Lord, I'm sure my hand will prove skilled at any task you require of them. she replied with a smile, picking up a wash cloth and some bottles of soap and ointment before joining him in the bath. carefully she poared the soap and ointments on the cloth and rubbed it till it was nice and lathered and began to carefully clean her lords body, starting at the top. My lord, I am no bard or poet, my stories about war would not be glorious or enjoyable, nor am I equipped with the skills to make them very interesting. she replied politely, honestly she was not eager to talk about any of her war stories because unlike some soldiers she did not find glory in battle, but in victory. All the blood on her hands was a sad side effect of the goal of victory. She soon seemed to grow frustrated with the cloth. This blasted thing is useless, it won't lather like I want it to... she grumbled tossing it to the side. she applied the soap and oils to her hands and lathered them up and began to clean him with her bar hands, running them carefully along his chest and arms. Her hands were strong yet surprisingly soft. Her Father had made her train only while wearing gloves, not believing that she would make a good solider he didn't want her to grow callused rough hands and be harder to marry off. her hands soon worked their way to his lower body find him manhood and gently began to rub and stroke the royal member. causally commenting I don't know how you got this dirty my lord, I must be sure to clean your thoroughly. as one hand worked the slowly growing shaft and the other gently massaged the balls.