Princess vs. General

Princess vs. General

Adeline moved around the library, putting books back in their places. She heard the chinking of armor behind her and she glanced over her shoulder. "General," she greeted rather stiffly before slipping another book into the shelf.

"Adeline," he greeted informally.

"Princess Adeline," she corrected him, her back to him. "I am a stuck-up princess after all, we might as well dub me the name that represents such." She heard him chuckle.

"Very well- Princess. Adeline." He didn't speak with respect but more amusement.

"Of course," the young woman scoffed, moving down another isle, recognizing his mockery."Is there a reason you bother me General? Don't you have work to do? Training? I highly doubt you're here to read."

"Mhm. I've done my training, I thought I'd give the men a break. I've beaten them quite hard." He was following her through the library as she moved.

When she finally put her last book away he caught a loose chocolate-colored curl of her hair between his fingers. Adeline stiffened and turned towards him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Her cheeks were drawn up in color, eyes outlined in thin lines of charcoal and her lips were painted with a gloss, as they were already naturally an acute red color. She wore a gown green and black, with a black choker around her neck that drew his eye there.

He traced the curl in his fingers, leading him up to the nape of her neck that he touched lightly, making her jump.

"What-are-you doing?" She asked slowly, furrowing her brow as the scowl slipped into confusion.

"You know your father had said I could have any woman to my bed." Matthias smirked a little looking down from her neck to her shoulders where the white under dress stopped the showing of flesh, to his displeasure. "I wonder if he would give me his eldest daughter," he said softly, as if someone might hear him speak.

"You wouldn't." She spoke even softer than him, terrified someone would hear. "I'm hardly your type."

"You're trembling," he remarked, turning her around to face him. "Scared?"

"Of you? Hardly." She backed herself into the shelf to provide more space between the two of them.

"Then why are you trembling?" He didn't give her the chance to comfort herself as he pushed closer to her.

She sucked in a deep breath as his chest met hers.

"What's the matter, Princess?" He hissed rather darkly as she looked up to meet his gaze.

She looked surprised and lost - her demeanor as the high and mighty elder princess shattered.

A door opened and Matthias shifted, pretending to look through the shelves. Adeline seized the opportunity and slipped out from beneath him, putting a shelf and a table between them.

A cat meowed lazily as it slinked into the room, purring as it proudly displayed a mouse between its teeth. Matthias chuckled and turned his attentions back to the damsel in the room.

"Now, now, where do you think you're going, Princess?" He cooed as he moved around the shelf to see her standing in a defensive position. "Going to fight me?" He already had counters in mind if she tried to strike him; his whole life had been dedicated to winning battles, personal and on the battlefield.

"W-what do you want?" The trembling had gone from her body to her voice.

"I thought it was rather obvious," he said as he rushed to slip behind her, running his fingers up her pale arms till he was met by those damn sleeves again. "Mhm-You smell good." He brushed his lips across her neck and inhaled deeply.

Adeline shuddered and closed her eyes, resting her palms on the table for support.

His deep chuckle vibrated on her skin and she felt her insides warm. "I bet you taste better." He relished in her gasping moan as he nibbled on skin of her neck, a hand snaking around her waist to bring her closer with a harsh pull.

"Matthias," she whispered, eyelids fluttering open. "We shouldn't-" She trailed off to let out a soft moan, his kisses and nips traveling to her shoulder.

"We should," he growled as he bit harder.

She groaned, breathing harder, the corset making it even worse. She felt dizzy and hot.

He slid his tongue from her bare collarbone up her neck, brushing her hair behind her ear before he tackled that little threshold of flesh. He relished in the sounds she made as his tongue tasted her. Matthias was gradually bending her over the table and sadly he had to separate his mouth from her delicious skin.

She panted as she leaned forward on the table, perspiring slightly.

He grinned, thankful he was only wearing his chest plate this evening. He pushed up her gown, slowly crouching behind her as he examined her creamy soft skin

She shuddered and goose pimples rose up all over body as he licked and felt his way up her legs. Adeline rose up on her tiptoes, a slipper falling off her foot in her tense motion.

He reached the curve of her buttocks and bit into the juicy flesh.

Adeline chewed on her lip to hide her scream, shaking her head and messing her own curls.

Matthias drew his fingers over the slick lips as he stood up, slowly stroking her womanhood. She was heated and wet, little dark curls at the top of her pussy.

"No-ahh-stop, Matthias," she whimpered. He didn't stop and pushed his thumb to her little button. He smirked as she lifted a hand to her mouth and bit down on a knuckle. He could not wait for the time when he would have her in bed and no restraints to their surroundings to keep her quiet.

Tired of teasing, he pulled his fingers away, tasting them slowly, with a sigh. "My dear, I will enjoy this," he told her softly, observing the lustful princess bent on the table before him.

He dropped his trousers and licked his fingers before stroking his member as he watched her.

Adeline laid there, lost to the sensations he had provoked from her core. She chewed on her fingers, already drenched with her saliva.

His head stroked the soaked lips. "Tell me you want it, Princess," he said, prodding her entrance tauntingly.

"Wh-what?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him, far more flushed now.

"Tell. Me. You. Want. It." He said firmer as he pushed the head inside of her. The General was surprised to feel he was the first man inside the woman. Princesses, at least from his world, didn't bother with keeping their flowers intact.

With a soft whimper she shook her head but then seconds later she begged. "Please, Matthias-Just-I want it." The words were hard to unleash but they poured out like the drool coming from her pussy. With her words he pushed himself in and she bit her finger till they bled.

"A virgin- I'm honored." He ran his hand down her back, resting a moment for her to adjust to his girth. He too needed a moment, the tight threshold twitching. Adeline felt the ache of pain and the pulse of his member inside of her. He began pumping in and out, with a grasp on the bunched skirt at her waist.

She winced for a little while but soon hung her head, resting on her forearms, and moaned. Licking her lips she could taste the blood from her fingers and the carnal lust on her tongue.

He reached out, grabbing the back of her white under dress to pull her into him. Adeline gasped as the clothe ripped under his pull, yanking the sleeves down her arms and nearly exposing her breasts. "Ahh-yes..neh.."

He grinned as she enjoyed herself as much as he was. Her cries, moans, and squeaks music to his ears. Going to come for me, Princess?" He taunted before groaning and thrusted himself harder into her. The table under her body rocked and creaked with their motions.

"Ah! Yes-please, let me c-come." Adeline was speaking like a whore and she was shamed of it, or she would be when she came to her senses. But as the General pillaged her she surrendered to her desires.

He worked harder and longer into her as she cried out, tightening her body around him. She felt good, very, very good. Nothing had ever felt like this. She was forced to bite on her fingers again, but he yanked her hand away, leaning down on top of her.

"Scream, scream for me, Adeline," he whispered in his ear, licking at the ear lobe as he groaned and felt his own surge coming.

Adeline screamed, body trembled hard under him as she convulsed in orgasm. Matthias groaned and pushed hard the last time as he filled her up, sighing pleasantly.

"My dear, you feel better than the best whores and desperate servant girls," he said.

She laid there, gasping for air; her corset was truly a pain, her loins soiled with his seed, her own cream and the blood from her maidenhead.

"I will have you again, Princess Adeline." He pulled his trousers up, and stroked her ass slowly. With a grin he slapped it and she jolted at the sting. "Lovely mark." He appreciated the touch to her pale skin and smirked. "Do take care."

He left the library smoothly, leaving her there, sweaty, sexed, and lovely.

To be continued?

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