Moon Princess (2 page)

“Mmmm,” Lillia hummed, giggling as the pain melted away into pleasure. She winked back up at Antonio, and began to rock her hips back against him, arching her back. This not only sent him deeper inside of her, but grinded her sensitive clit against his hips. It was his turn to shiver, taking his hand and brushing his cheek softly. “Oh, giving up to me so soon?” she continued with a smirk.

“Never!” Antonio cried out, taking her into his arms and lifting her up as he continued to pound into her. They did not speak after that, all words melting into grunts and panting. He held her firmly, moving them to the table and set her down upon it. Grabbing her legs, he placed them on his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle. Faster and faster, they joined together in a frantic dance of kissing, touching, and love, growing ever closer to their peak.

Their bodies began to tense up, muscles becoming stiff as their hearts beat rapidly. Lillia cried out, her body aching for sweet release. Antonio growled, plunging into her again and again. He slowed down, instead making the thrusts more intense. Looking down, the image of her lush, naked body writhing beneath him, breast bouncing up and down as he rocked her body, drove him wild. She looked up, watching his firm, delicious body pounding into her, and felt a wild heat building from within.

And then, it could no longer be contained. The last vestiges of thought and reason left him, and he plunged into her madly. Until at last, the two froze in time, screaming the others name into the night. Love and lust flowed through them, bring with unparalleled bliss. His hips bucked into her a few more times, and he leaned down to kiss her gingerly as the two came down from their euphoria. Silence surrounded them as time began again, until they both chuckled and sighed contently.

“How about we call it a tie this time?” Lillia said, sitting up as her lover pulled out of her, “I think we both won there.”

Antonio nodded, giving another kiss, but then looking to the clock. “It's getting late,” he said, “You sure you can make it back to the palace?”

Lillia slid off the table, grabbing her discarded clothes off the floor and starting the process of dressing herself again. “I'll be fine,” she said nonchalantly, “and you ask that every time I come down here for fun. Derek won't be home for three days, and that's if the nobles don't find some excuse to keep him down there. The only person who knows about us is Claire, and I trust her with my life. Other than you, she's the only one who's really made me feel welcome in the kingdom.”

“I know,” Antonio says, turning serious, “And that's why I worry for you. The war may be over, but that won't erase old hatreds. If anything I think this whole 'patrol' business is leading us to somewhere I don't like. What if the war isn't really over?”

Fully dressed, Lillia paused at the thought. “I... you really want to talk about this again right after you fuck me on the table? I don't want to discuss this any more. The nobles... Derek... won't break the treaty. Not after the marriage...”

Antonio goes over to the her, reaching around her and embracing her tightly. “I know, I know... I just can't help worrying. I love you too much to lose you.”

They kissed one more time before she ran out the door, thinking about his words. The times that Prince Derek left to do one of his patrols were getting more and more frequent. This meant she had more time to be with her real love, but was there some truth behind the blacksmith's worry? There were rumors that the elves were getting nervous, and negotiations were under way once again. Nobles that talked to her respected her authority as the princess, but there was always this looked into their eyes that she didn't like. As if they were simply playing pretend with her. Could another war be starting, without her even realizing it?

These thoughts stayed on Lillia's mind as she once again navigated the streets, climbing back up the wall, going through the garden, and returning to her room, all in a haze. Once she reached the stone balcony, she untied her rope, gathering it together and hiding it in her closet. She threw her hood down, not even bothering to change out of her clothes as she headed for the bed. Exhaustion overtook her body, and she blacked out on the soft covers.

The next morning, Lillia was awakened by an unknown source shaking her. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked up to see her friend, Claire, happy as always. The princess yawned, sitting up and stretching. Claire shook her head and went over to the closet, picking out the dress of the day while L
illia began to regain thought.

“No time for dreamland,” Claire said as she helped the princess to her feet, “turns out you have a very busy day today. I hope your trip was fun?” She gave a sly wink to her friend, hoping a little humor would lighten up the mood.

Lillia nodded, stripping down without saying much of a word.

“Well then, you're not gonna like what today has in store for you,” Claire went on, helping the elven princess into her dress. “Duke Ronin is trying to 'appease to the wisdom' of the king. Also known as, he's going to make his usual speech about how we're being too nice to the elves and that we should continue the offensive.”

If there was anything to get Lillia awake and angry, it was mention of the Duke. A proud, boisterous man, he loved to declare how the prince was merely “settling” for a non-human wife because she'd make good target practice. Unfortunately, his wealth and influence was hard to deny, and he controlled the opinions of all the other nobles. He played nice in front of the King, Queen, and Prince, but once their eyes were elsewhere, his attention turned completely on Lillia. The way he focused on her was creepy, and she avoided him whenever she could. At the mention of his name, she clicked her tongue in disgust.

“I don't know what his deal is,” Lillia says, finishing up her hair as she looked in the mirror, “you sure I can't skip it? Not like there's going to be any big surprises from that guy.” She knew the answer already, but she had to ask. This day was going to be terrible, and it was such a pity to deal with Ronin after a good night with Antonio.

“Princess, you know what would happen if you did,” Claire said, stepping away, “Now go on, and smile, for once! You know how much that throws him off.”

That got her elf friend to exit out the door, looking beautiful as always. Some part of Claire was jealous, wishing she had those looks and royal blood. She had grown up to be a servant, like her parents before her. It wasn't a bad life, but it was a lot of work. Thankfully, Princes Lillia was one of the easiest nobles to take care of. Most of them were extremely picky, and she had learned about how to cater to them as part of her morning routine.

With Lillia gone, Claire had the rest of the afternoon off, which was perfect. She opened up the servant's door in the wall, ducking through the passage with ease. It brought her to the kitchens, where the cooks were working hard at tonight's dinner. The smell caused her to pause, her stomach rumbling. No time for food! Well... she reached out at one of the tables, grabbing an apple for the road. None of them noticed the red headed woman duck past them, running through to the outside garden.

This was her favorite spot in the entire castle. It was a quiet grove, off the beaten path, away from it all.
She knew this was the same spot that Lillia constantly used to escape. In fact, she discovered this weak point and showed it to her elf friend when they first began planning things. Here, she could relax and simply be herself. Sitting down on the grass, she looked up at the sky contently. The colors and the clouds always amazed her, it was so surreal. It felt like she could just reach up and touch it, like it was a painting placed right in front of her eyes for her to look at.

“Daydreaming again?”

Claire snapped out of her dream, looking back at the ground to see... Prince Derek?! He smiled down at the servant girl, and sat next to her in the grass. His armor was perfect and pristine in the warm afternoon light, and though his hair laid atop his head in a mess, it still matched his gorgeous face. She felt
herself
blush, surprised and bewildered by his appearance. Somewhere she had words, questions for the man in front of her, but the more she tried to speak, the more words refused to work for her. After a few moments, Derek leaned forward to plant a simple kiss on Claire's cheek. This sent her emotions running wildly through her, causing her to jump at him, giving him a large hug.

“You missed me that much?” Derek said, running a hand through her red hair, “The rest of the troops are on their way back now, but it won't be for a few hours. I told them I'd go ahead, and I rode at the light of dawn, all so
I could see your smile again.”

She did smile, which pleased him, and they shared another deep kiss. Much like Lillia, Derek longed for this simple, sweet servant girl, rather than the royal marriage with which he was supposed to stay loyal to. The husband and wife had not told each other of their secrets, and neither really cared to. He pulled the straps to his shining chest piece off, letting the gleaming metal fall to the ground. Letting the weight fall off his shoulders, he was already feeling much better, and noticing how lovely Claire looked, her red hair glistening in the sun.

“You thinking we-”

That was all it took for Claire to take him into another kiss. She didn't even bother to take the shirt underneath his armor off, going straight for the pants. He reached up and bit at her neck, vying for control as he tries to push her on her back. Instead, she pushed him down, the prince not even bothering to resist. Closing his eyes, he held her close, simply enjoying the good weather. Of course, Claire eventually decided to wiggle out from under his arms, going down with a smirk. Derek thought nothing of it, until he felt lips on the tip of his member. He started to open his eyes, but then Claire stopped, waving her finger at him.

“Nah-uh,” she said, “let's try something different. Keep your eyes closed. If you open them, I'll stop, and we wouldn't want that, would we?”

He gave a small smile and nodded, closing his eyes again as she went to work. She started with another kiss on the tip, licking her lips and then opening her mouth for him. The prince was very well endowed, and amazingly enough, she managed to fit almost all of it in her mouth, giving a tantalizing suck. Her hand reached up, cupping the balls in one while grabbing what little of the base was left in the other. Going slow was not Claire's specialty, and as soon as she was ready, she went at him as fast as she could. The sides of her jaw hurt a little from all the pressure, but it was worth it to feel him tense up, arching his back an gasping in ecstasy. He slid down her throat, twitching intensely. Hand holding the rest of him tightly, she moved her mouth up and down the base with increased speed, looking up at him to see if he had opened his eyes yet. Which he hadn't, and that gave her an even better idea.

Pulling off him, she gave a small purr as her mouth surrounded the tip once more. A small bit of precum leaked out, rolling on her tongue with quite a pleasant taste. Giving a quick swallow, she said, “You've been such a good boy, I guess it's time you get a present for such good behavior. Keep your eyes closed and you'll get it.”

Derek took the time to breath, calming down after the hot blow job. That didn't last long, though, when he felt another source of wetness up against him, pushing down on him and enveloping his most private part all the way down. His eyes opened, and he beheld the image of Claire, completely naked, sitting on top of him, riding him with her head up, hands placed on his chest for support. They rocked together silently, and he reached out, grabbing both of her butt cheeks. She looked down and immediately stopped, causing him to growl in frustration.

“I told you, didn't I?” she said, “Now we'll just have to start all over again.” She tried to move off him, but he would not let go. “Come on, you got to play along!”

“Do I?” Derek retorted, thrusting up into her, “Can you really start over?” Another thrust to emphasize his point. “Don't you want more?”

His thrusts were becoming regular, holding her hips in place, watching her breasts bounce and watched her face become bright red. She gave in, grinding against him once more, digging in to her fingers into his shoulder. Their pace moved rapidly, a mixture of grunts and sighs filling the air around the garden. Nothing could disrupt their serene moment. Nothing except...

“MY LORD!”

The cry came out from the other side of the garden, causing both lovers to snap out of their bliss. Claire stood up, dressing rapidly as Derek grabs his armor. The calls continue until Derek appeared, frowning. He had told the soldiers that he was going ahead, and nothing upset him more than disobedience. When he got his hands on the unfortunate soldier who dared to take away his private time, the consequences would be dire. If he couldn't trust his troops with such a simple task, then how was he going to lead them to victory? His hair was even more of a mess than before, and his armor was not completely on him due to the hasty clothing process. Overall, the Derek was most un-princely, and he was not in the mood to deal with-

“My lord!” the soldier cried out, stumbling forward. Arrows were plunged unto his back, and he was bleeding profusely. “M... my lord,” he cried out, falling to his knees, “We were... an ambush...” That was all the soldier could say before he collapsed on the ground.

News of the ambush spread fast, as the best warriors in the kingdom were slain in the assault. The Duke Ronin delivered a fierce and fiery speech, using the anger of the people to spread his message. Peace was only a fleeting hope, and soon the war was sparked anew. Enraged by the betrayal, the human kingdom fought without mercy, burning down the elven forests as they swept through the land, enslaving any elves who lived. Little did anyone know that the ambush that sparked the fire was arranged by the Duke, who hired mercenaries to kill the soldiers.