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

How strange and yet how erotic it was. Here, in this little straw meshed bed she lay with a man she barely knew. Of course, she had to trust him to trust his oath, but as she pulled away from him, nodding slowly to his words, his gestures, she offered him a kind smile and buzzed her lips, letting out some stress in a cute way. Well, if you enjoy my curiosities, then you shall have them. Sitting up in bed, distancing herself just a little from him, she curled her little legs beneath her body and began to braid her hair about her shoulder. Exotic creatures, you said. Like what? We rarely see those back at the kingdom of Argis. Have you been there, Sir Will? Pardon me. Will! Yes, I like that, she nodded to remind her of her right hood in this new name and listened once more. Dragons. Dragons?! How exciting, she whispered while he spoke, watching him within every intimate moment and detail. By now she had braided her hair completely and pulled back any missing locks, continuing to engage in his tales or his trials. What she did not expect was the sudden knocking upon the door. She gasped loudly and her shoulders tensed for a brief moment as a voice called out, Sir William? Do you need more logs for the fire? Perhaps fresh towels? Her voice sounded suspicious. She had heard a female voice the old snooping owner's wife! Typically, she was known for her brutality if a man only paid for himself and snuck women in routinely without coin in compensation. Party in there? She called, her voice could twist any little birdie's head. Lenia bit her lip in worry but placed a gentle hand upon his knee and stood up, making her way carefully to the door. She opened it. The older woman's eyebrows went up upon seeing her 'attire,' and she scanned her like prey. Lenia gave the wife a clean, happy face. In fact it was ma'am. My husband returning back to me, a good dinner minutes before and a hopeful breakfast to come, her smile was mesmerizing, her words simple but undeniably true. The tavern owner's wife reclined back in step and folded her plump hands, dusting the not a spec of dust, off her apron. Good to see a good woman with her... husband. It is ma'am, thank you. And how long have you been married? It is strange but I don't often see Knights with their wives. Just three years. I travel ma'am, I'm a nurse. An occupation so young? How... interesting. Very well. Breakfast in the morning, she added with a slow, strict nod and politely made her way backward and into the dark hallway. Lenia sighed in relief, happy to cover for not only Will, but herself, and turned to Will, winking. Easy, easy. Turning to join him in bed, she hopped up on the bed causing it to tremble a little. She giggled and stretched like a little cat before agreeing that perhaps... perhaps she wouldn't be getting anything from tonight. If only gaining a friend, that would be enough. I might be dreaming of dragons, Will, she warned, though the teasing in her voice was clear. Thank you for watching over me tonight. You've... done your duty well, she added as formally, as politely as any princess should have. They looked at each other until Lenia could not stand it. She wanted to just jump at him, hug him, do something to him. He seemed so far away and morning, so near. And so, she pushed a limit. What if I dream I'm being chased by a dragon? Her voice took a lower turn than usual and she crept up beside him once more to a point where she was nearly inches. What then, my brave Knight? How will you act to save your future Queen? Her words were hot breath upon his neck, against his ear where she beckoned to lick, to tease his strong jaw and get tickled in the bearded kisses she'd dared to embrace. She bit her lip and pulled away carefully, looking up at him. Sir William?