Thread: POACHER! (Jack Stalker and SHARPii)

POACHER! Several deer had vanished from the royal forest over the past few days and it was more and more likely that some neer-do-well or poacher was responsible. Normally Prince Cavillion of the Vale, high born of Greynest and heir to the golden throne of the south would have left it to his men to deal with, but it had been reported to him that some insolent wench may have been responsible for the atrocity. His rangers had determined that often only parts of the animal would be taken, combined together with the type of arrows used and depth of the injuries, this pointed them towards the supposition that a female was the culprit. Prince Cavillion knew exactly how to deal with some insubordinate slut who thought she could intrude on his land, she would be caught and taught a lesson she would never forget by his very hand. If she was lucky and fair of skin then the lesson would be taught upon the end of his rampant and cunt hungry cock, rather than at the end of a blade or a whip. His hunger for female flesh was growing within him and he had set off immediately to begin a patrol, dispatching his men to the edges of the forest as soon as a rough fix had been ascertained regarding the poachers position. Apparently she was heading towards the sheltered falls, a scenic spot which was deep in his lands and sported a small waterfall and bathing pond. Moving through the woods on his trusty steed, Silverthorne, he tethered the beast at a convenient tree and made the rest of the way to a vantage point close to the falls on foot. He was able to move quickly in his light leather armour and carrying his blade and bow in sheath and upon back. His lean and muscular form allowed him to take long powerful strides towards his destination, yet his footfalls left almost no trace upon the forest floor thanks to his years of training. As he made steady progress through the undergrowth his imagination began to run wild, as he thought about the tender flesh of the criminal whore who had dared breach his borders and invade his land. Soon she would be reaping his royal brand of justice as she was punished with the breaching of her own holes as he violated and abused the tight wet cavities of her body. He looked forward to the opportunity to deliver his punishment to her for her insolent thievery and cavalier invasion of his domain. Following her footfalls was easy, enabling him to estimate her size and weight long before he managed to lay his eyes on her. He was not disappointed, raping her a dozen times as he approached her and letting his eyes and mind alike feast on the possibilities of what he would actually be able to get up to with her. It was at times like this that he revelled in the power of his station and laughed at the thought that lesser men would never have the opportunity to slake their lust fuelled thirst for flesh with a beauty such as this one. He revealed himself immediately, stepping into view from behind a wall of greenery as he approached the falls and pond and declaring his presence as he dragged his eyes about her form. He took in her appearance and manner of dress, while speaking in his trademark strong and commanding tones. So, you insolent wench, what craven madness had brought your whorish form to commit treason within the royal forest of Greynest? Present yourself, slut, so that Prince Henry Cavillion may pass judgement on your sinful and wretched flesh and deliver just punishment to you for your wicked crimes. he said loudly, in a mixture of demand and command. Was that Natalie Westport? From one of the neighboring villages...