Thread: A Princess and her Orcs (BlueSix x Fadereaper)

A white horse sped down the road in the dead of night. Its rider, a prince from a neighboring land, curled up in the saddle to keep the wind out of his face. With a loud winnie, the horse ground to a halt before a set of vast castle gates. Guards peeked out over the parapets at the visitor below. Oy there! State your name and business! one shouted. The prince raised his head, still mostly curled up. I'm Prince- I'm Prince James! From- from Southunderland! Let me in please! I've had a- a long ride, and- please let me in! The guards disappeared. Please? the prince murmured again. A stiff breeze bit at his arms, and he folded them to keep warm. Suddenly, a loud CRACK made him jump in the saddle. The gates rumbled open, prompting a nervous winnie from the horse. James patted his mount's neck. It's okay girl, it's okay. With a kiss and a kick, he urged the horse onward. The castle never seemed particularly imposing in the daytime, but at night, it loomed overhead, casting a blanket of darkness over the already dim light of the moon. It was symbolic, James mused, of the news he bore for the court. He stabled his horse and stumbled in through the citadel gate, where King Alfred and his advisors stood in quiet debate around the throne. James removed his beret took a knee on the red carpet. The King bade him stand. I see you come in haste. What brings my future son-in-law to my doorstep at such an ungodly hour? The prince stood, squeezing his hat in his hands. Your- your Majesty, I- I come with bad- very bad news. It- it- it- Spit it out, son, the King gently prodded. Orcs are coming! Silence. Lots of them! he added. More silence. He stretched out his hands. A huge army! Like- like- THOUSANDS of them! Come- coming this way! King Alfred leaned on his elbow and sighed. A messenger couldn't have delivered this message for you? James reddened, and dipped his head. N-No... I hope this means you brought an army with you. James shook his head. The king sighed harder. Boy, you've got a lot to learn before- Just then, his advisor whispered something in the king's ear. A moment later, the king barked out a laugh. Ha! Ah ha! I see, I see! You've come to see your future bride! There's a method to your madness after all. Ha ha! He beckoned for the prince to sit at his side. Come. Come sit with me. We shall summon her, as her advice shall be invaluable in our time of need, eh? Eh? Excellent. Guard, fetch my daughter. The guard bowed low, marched up the stairs and disappeared. James continued squeezing his hat. The King looked down at the nervous prince and smiled. Ah, the trials of youth! T'was not so long ago my dear, sweet Margaret and I inflamed these very halls with our passionate lovemaking. Her love was like the finest rose, lovely to behold, soft and kind, yet vicious in a way that set my heart a-racing! Those were the days when- ah! Here comes the lady of the hour! The court let out a collective sigh of relief as the king interrupted his sordid tale to call attention to the remarkable sight before them. All eyes turned to the figure descending the staircase, and every mouth hung open. The pale moonlight shimmered off her soft white locks, and her skin glistened with such pristine perfection that make-up would only tarnish it. The attractive curve and sashay of her hips, the natural lift and round of her breasts, and the healthy shine of her face complemented her regal stride as she glided down to the throne room. What made James catch his breath, though, was her eyes. Behind the mask of her sultry expression, beneath the calculated gaze now lingering upon him, lurked a dangerous wit, a playful glint of sapphire heralded only by the subtle lift of her eyebrow. King Alfred lit up. My daughter, my beautiful daughter! My pride and joy! Look who has come to see you 'tis your future groom, Prince James himself! Show him how much you desired to see him! At first, James could hardly believe his ears. Did she really yearn to see him? The last time they spoke, it was at a court dinner. He could have sworn she developed a second stomach just to get away from him, as she finished her entire portion at a record pace and left at the earliest opportunity. Even now, her bored stare made his heart sink like stone to the pit of his stomach. Vena stared at squeaking mouse of a boy posing as Prince of Southunderland. All the maids had raved about how sweet he was, what joy his innocent face brought to their lives, and what a prude she was not to seize upon this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why, they'd never see his like again, they said! Good and kind princes who cared about their spouses were so rare that Prince James was like an angel sent from heaven. No, he wasn't like an angel - he was an angel. Such a wonderful gem he was! Doubtless his dick is as small as his voice. She'd seen his kind before - spineless idiots who'd tasted more pussy than they had food, who preyed upon silly noblewomen with their faux naivete before dumping them in a forgotten alley somewhere to rot. During her visit to his kingdom, she heard whispers about the ladies who courted him. They all praised him with every fiber of their being, worshipped him like a god on earth, and then disappeared from public view entirely. The one such lady she met couldn't even look her in the eye. Still, Vena decided to play along. She offered up a warm smile and curtseyed to Prince James, allowing her mouth to hang open a little. Delighted! she exclaimed, and clasped her hands. That ought to clench it. At least, it earned enough smiles and D'aww's to make an actor envious. The important thing was that the Mouse bought it. He squeaked out a Me too! and continued pleasuring his hat. Vena glided up to the king and dropped to her knees before him. Dearest father, pray tell me your will! What may I do for my liege? King Alfred patted her head and stroked her hair. We need your advice, dearest. My son here brings dark tidings, and courage brought him all the way from Southunderland to your side. A vast army of orcs, he says, is coming this way. How far did you say they were, my son? James shifted on his feet. A day's journey, as the crow flies. The king jolted slightly, taken aback by this unexpected development. To his credit, he maintained his composure. It wasn't his fault, after all, that only half the news was delivered to him. Vena had half a mind to slap James upside the head. The King collected his thoughts for a moment before declaring, We must mobilize at once. Commander, rally our defenses with all haste. He braced on the throne, grunted, and rose to his feet. Then he took Vena's arm and escorted her to her feet. With you by my side, dearest daughter, my advanced age shall not prevent us from tasting victory yet again. James, my boy, arm your blade and come with us. Show your future bride your valor! Vena took her place at the King's side. The Squeaking Mouse got little more than a passing glance as she locked arms with her father, as if to say, I'd rather marry this old geezer over you. The thought of spending the rest of her life with either male was an abhorrent one, but at least King Alfred took a genuine shine to her, as he ought. They stood at the portcullis behind a wall of knights. On the horizon, a thousand orange lights like stars glimmered in the distance. Torches. Vena released a small gasp. The King's arm pulled her in a little tighter. And the first trickle of fear began its slow crawl up Vena's back.