Thread: The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

Hands like that were really meant for holding the sword. She was glad he could not see the twinkling smile, but she thanked him quickly before wrapping herself in the duvet and releasing a much needed breath of fresh air. Relief at last, she muttered softly and began to take into account her surroundings. It was a little chilly. I am really a princess, yes. But please, you musn't tell. I could ask you to swear an Knight's oath as a princess, but I'm asking you as a good man. He seemed turthful enough. For goodness sakes, he had taken her to a safer place than before. What more could she truly request of him? The cool air again, nipped at her skin. But not long before she verbally mentioned it, rough hands began to rub against her shoulders and down her arms. This affect was suppose to warm her chilled skin but it made the goosebumps rise further. He would have had to noticed. My goodness, a man's touch was certainly different than her betrothed. Not that the little man did any of that. And William, Will, had been so kind, so very, very nice to look at. Thank you, Will, Lenia cooed softly, relaxing now that her body had warmed up. Pulling from him, she awkwardly shifted the duvet to keep it high and covered. I would appreciate your shirt, please. After a few moments, she asked him not to look while she changed. Waiting until she felt comfortable, she dropped the duvet and folded it back upon the bed and slipped into his shirt. Yikes! It was a bit big, but quite comfortable. The cotton was fairly made and she was feeling warm once again. She shyly slipped into the bed and wrapped her arms as casually as she could, near her chest so that her peeking nipples wouldn't poke too much more behind the fabic. It was causing her face to flush. Would Will notice? Do I want him to? Maybe... it had been so long since I'd been appreciated in such a way by a man. And what is so wrong with a little fun? I'm far from home. Why can't I simply act on my emotions? Lenia took this moment to relieve herself in the bathroom connected to this little room and returned, all but hoping back onto his bed, giving hiim a rare but decent view of her stockings and lithe thighs. Clearing her throat, she grabbed his attention and innocently cocked her head. Will, I do feel awful about taking up your bed. Why don't you share it with me. I'll take this side, closer to the wall. She scooted her little tush that way and offered him an almost child like grin and shrugged her shoulders. Princesses don't get these sort of liberities. I feel quite refreshed, she giggled, waiting for him to comply. If he wouldn't, she could play her princess card, but she'd hate to have to do that. He seemed so kind, so passionate about something - she could not point on what - and wondered if they could, who knows, become friends. It would be nice to know somebody in the town. She'd be here for a while anyways. As he neared, very gently she reached up and touched his shoulders, leaning up behind him while he sat. Sir Will, how long have you been a knight? Relax. I give my mother massages all the time. Lord knows she needs them, Pressing into his shoulders and his back, she gave quick and then slow motions. It was easy to feel the muscle tense then relax beneath his shirt. And she listened to him. How strange it felt no longer she inacted a princess, but she felt like a common woman resting in her bed with a man. So that's what it felt like? Richard, her betrothed back at home never complied and always was crude and quite selfish person. Such a shame she'd have to return to him. But maybe... just for now, just for tonight. Her hands moved along his arms more before reaching his lower back. She checked his hands. No rings. Exhaling, she rubbed her temple, pulling away, an expression of worry. This was silly she couldn't act like some free, wild horse. It would be wrong to tempt him. But a little part of Lenia wanted to give him just the extra push so that his walls would crumble and he'd just... take her . Where or how, she didn't even care to think. Releasing her hair from it's high place, she ruffled her hands through it, grimacing at the few tangles in her long locks. Sir Will... I can't thank you enough for bringing me here. And you're good company. Please, call me Lenia. I want to make it up to you. How ever shall I repay you? Leaning onto her hands and knees, she moved closer to him. Let a man bend to the acts of a confident woman . That's what that old nurse-maid of her's said anyway. Was this how it was done?