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Princess Xxalia Ch. 01

By: HinderedLover



Xxalia felt the engorged head of her father's firm erection press against her soaking entrance. He pushed against her, sliding beyond the slippery gate where she suddenly felt her maidenhead resist. She felt it stretch and pull, threatening to tear, causing her to wince and catch her breath. Her father looked down at her, his face full of question and concern.

"Please Father," she whimpered, her body beginning to squirm with imminent pain, "Let me bear this gift."

He grasped her slender hips and thrust forward suddenly. With a powerful snap the fragile barrier tore apart, but just as the spike of searing pain was about to shoot through her Xxalia woke with a start. Once again alone and in the darkness of her bed chamber. She slowly released the sheets she'd been tightly clutching as the realisation of it all being a dream swept over her.

The dream had come to her for the third night in a row. It had come to her many times, but now seemed incessant as to trouble her over and over again. It felt so real but she woke at the same point every time. She was certain she could smell her father's musk; feel his body, hard and muscular between her legs. She shuddered as she remembered the feel of him, how it felt to have him strong an unyielding at her most vulnerable of places. 

She was overcome with want and desire, a desperate need to be taken and ravaged. She passed a hand over her undergarments to the place she had only just begun to explore. Her fingers found her drenched and she groaned in frustration at her need to be filled. She slipped her fingers between the seams and beyond the downy thatch. She was quick to locate her tiny sensitive bead, flicking over the straining flesh until she felt the melting warmth through her legs.

Xxalia began to gasp and moan, her fingers massaging vigorously. The warmth built up, her legs trembled, and she felt her nectar seep and flow between the curves of her buttocks. Her back arched and she writhed on the bed, her cries echoing around the chamber as she came, her orgasm coursing through her body in a barrage of heat.



The previous night had been the celebratory feast of her eighteenth year. The Corbelean people were thrilled that their princess had come of age. 

Xxalia, however, was apprehensive. Now that she had reached adulthood the negotiations for her marriage to Prince Bayu would begin. Her father, King Trayk had told her that her marriage would mean she would leave her home and the kingdom of Corbelay and become the Princess of Farentine. In fact both her father and the ruler of Farentine, King Dahl, had been planning the marriage from the moment Xxalia had been born. The birth had killed her mother, Queen Anay, but once the news spread to the neighbouring kingdom that the queen had born a princess, King Dahl sent his condolences and the rather callous suggestion that Xxalia be promised to his then two year old son Bayu.

Xxalia had never met Bayu, but she had seen Farentites, remarkably different in appearance to the people of Corbelay. Corebleans were pale skinned with long flowing, white hair, their eyes a dark and vivid blue. Farentites had a deep olive complexion, they wore their jet black hair long and wild and their striking eyes were like green jewels.

Xxalia knew that once she left for Farentine she would be leaving her father relatively heirless. He had never taken another wife and had gone against his advisers in procuring a mistress, believing it to be a dishonour to his late queen's name. Xxalia would never go against her father's wishes, but she knew she would happily forgo her marriage and stay in Corbelay at her father's side until it fell to her to rule in his stead. She knew her father tried to keep it from her, but he too, was aggrieved by her pending marriage. Without her he would be forced to name a successor. 

One morning she happened to walk passed the door of her father's symposium and heard his loud voice barking in anger. She had no doubt that it was his advisers who were the ones receiving the brunt of his quick temper.

"Totally unacceptable," she heard him shout, "I will not insult the name of my sweet Anay, gods rest her soul!"

There was a mumble from another much calmer voice that Xxalia couldn't hear.

"I will never leave the kingdom to that self indulgent whelp," she heard a thump as though the king had hit the table, "Is there no other way?"

Xxalia always shivered at the power in her father's voice. His stern manner and dominant air made her want him to love her just as she loved him. Her persisting dream had fed a longing and a desire that became more than just the love of a child for a parent. After denying herself for many years she finally allowed her to realise the inevitable. Xxalia was unequivocally and deeply in love with her father.

The dreams continued, sweetly torturing her as she fantasised about the one man she knew she could never have. She woke every morning with her sheets in tangles, her body aching with want and her mind filled with images of her father. 

With no one to confide in she suffered in silence, her unnatural thoughts safely locked away in her mind only to be allowed free once she lay in her own bed. She was convinced she would spend the rest of her life wishing for the unattainable when she heard a simple conversation between her maids. A centuries old tradition, exercised by families in times of great need was still a current practice. Xxalia listened intently, immediately making for the palace libraries with renewed hope. She spent several days searching through the ancient scrolls, desperate to find written proof. It was all very well to tell her father, but if she could provide an answer to both their problems he might be more inclined to agree.

Late one night, by the light of a candle, Xxalia finally read the words she'd been hoping to find. Ignoring the indecent hour, she went to her father's chambers and knocked on the door. She'd seen the flicker of his shadow under the door and knew him to still be awake.

"Enter," he said.

She slipped through the door and closed it behind her. As soon as she saw him her heart skipped a beat. King Trayk was impressive, tall and well toned after many years of sword practice and horse riding. He was seated in one of his arm chairs, dressed only in leather trousers and boots, his expanse of well defined chest shone white in the firelight. His long ivory hair fell down his back and in the fire's glow his eyes glittered like sapphires.

"Father," she said, dipping into a curtsey.

"Xxalia, my daughter, you should have retired to bed hours ago," he said and stood to greet her. Xxalia had trouble tearing her eyes from his broad chest and powerful arms, his pale skin outlining the intricate muscles of his flat stomach. She yearned to trace the lines where his skin rose and dipped.

"Father, I found something which may well be the answer you need to save the kingdom from future ruin," she said, holding out the scroll she had brought from the library.

"It is unwise for you to eavesdrop on issues you don't understand Xxalia," he chastised, but changed tact when he saw the look in her eyes, "Come daughter, show me what you have brought," he said, taking the scroll and unravelling it.

Xxalia was mindful of disappointing her father. She wanted him to see her as the young woman she was, not the little girl he had seen running through the palace corridors. She kept her gaze steady, "I overheard one argument Father, and not so much that I heard anything I shouldn't have" she said, shaking off the unease at her father's reprove. 

She swallowed hard as he looked down at her, his lips twitching to a smile. She would happily stay forever in his eyes, but she knew he still looked at her as his daughter.

"You'll make a fine queen," he said, sitting back down in his chair.

He read silently, his laid back position suddenly stiffening as he sat up and glared at the paper before him.

"Where did you find this?" he asked his voice low.

"The library," she said, her courage threatening to abandon her as she heard the underlying tone in her father's voice, "Please Father, understand that our people practice this law even now. It is not old or disputed; it's encouraged and is quite often a necessity. I fear we are quite naïve to the customs of our own people. I've heard the daughters see it as an honour."

The king passed a hand over his face, his eyes focussed on the scroll, "Go to bed Xxalia," he said suddenly.

She started to protest, but deep down feared her father's temper. His abruptness and cold dismissal had her trying to blink back the sudden tears, "Your Majesty," she said, dipping once more before she ran to the door. His immediate rejection was enough to shatter her resolve, her love for him so strong that she took the simple gesture as a rebuff towards her. 

"You would forgo your future husband?" he said. 

Her hand was on the door but she turned back to him, "I would do anything to ensure the future of the kingdom," she said, the tears now trailing down her cheeks. 

He held her gaze, his eyes as dark as a summer's night, but she could not see her father's love, only the mask of a king. He looked away, waving a hand as indication that she was to leave. Never before had Xxalia left her father's presence in tears.

Two long, heartbreaking days passed before Xxalia was finally summoned to the king's symposium. It was early morning and her maids had helped her to dress for the meeting with her father.

She entered the room and was only slightly taken aback by the number of men sitting around the large oak table. Her father must have cited every counsellor of government as several grim faces watched her as she made her way to the table. Her father was seated at the head, even more handsome and imposing than her last encounter, his forearms resting before him, his hands clenched fists.

"Come daughter," he said and gestured to the empty chair at his right. There was no smile when he spoke and Xxalia began to wonder if the law she had found would be rejected and that her father would be forced to relent and name her cousin as successor as he was the only other relative with legitimate right to the throne.

She squared her shoulders and went to sit next to her father. The scroll she had given him was laid out on the table. She sat demurely, her eyes on her hands in her lap. Best to accept whatever fate as a princess than behave as a one less civilised.

Her father stood and addressed the table, "There is a tradition practiced by the people of Corbelay from the time of King Udal many, many generations ago. It is, in fact, a law that ensures a family will not come to ruin if only blessed by daughters. As is Corbelean custom, a daughter joins her husband's family once she is married. If her family has no sons her parents are left without provision or support in their final years. 

"It was therefore conceded, centuries ago, that a law be written wherein a father may take his daughter, as a husband takes his wife, in the hope that she conceives a son. Once the child is born the daughter regains the right to wed without recompense for the loss of her purity. She goes to her husband without blemish to her virtue."

The assembly mumbled between themselves but all seemed to agree with the king's words. Unlike Xxalia and indeed even her father, the group seemed well aware of the old Corbelean law.

"In that regard," said Trayk, "I will take Xxalia to conceive my son. She is of age and I have no sons. Once she is wed to Prince Bayu I will truly be without an heir. It is not a family but a kingdom that depends on this conception."

Xxalia looked up at her father, surprised at the turn of events. The last she had seen him she was certain he'd been disappointed and angry.

The mumbles around the table grew louder and Xxalia saw that many heads were shaking in dispute. Her father was acknowledging the reaction with relative calm. Xxalia knew of his temper and wondered how long he would be able to keep it restrained.

"What are your objections?" he said to the gathering.

"Your Majesty, this is a law unto the common folk, and not necessarily practiced in the hope of producing sons, I should inform. Surely this is not required by the royal family, to stoop to such unrefined means?" said one.

"The alternative is your advisement that I hand over the kingdom to my fool of a nephew. That in itself is unthinkable," responded the king, "The boy has no qualms in bedding anything with a heartbeat, he will be dead of the pox before he is thirty. Furthermore, I would rather burn in the fire pits of hell before I entrust him to choose a successor on his deathbed. His family would do anything to gain power and will sink this province into the lava flows of Ortan's river. I will not hand it to them on a silver platter!"

Several gasps could be heard around the table at her father's blasphemy and less than approving opinion of the duke and his family. 

"Your Majesty, it has been suggested many times over. Are you certain a mistress, or indeed another queen cannot be sought for such a crucial undertaking?"

"Never, the very idea conjures solicitations with common whores and wilful sluts. How do you propose to replace my darling wife? My son will not have the burden of such a parentage. The law is good enough for my people. Let them see their king embrace it as one of them!"

"What if the princess bears a daughter, the marriage to Bayu -"

"The marriage can be postponed. King Dahl is so adamant that Bayu have my daughter he will not object to a slight delay. As to the matter of the child being a daughter, then Corbelay becomes a queendom. Unless there are any significant objections gentlemen, I believe the law stands true, even to the royal family."

The once opposing head shakes were now reluctant nods. The advisers were not happy at the prospect of their kingdom in the control of a queen, but since the king was so determined they conceded.

"So be it, Xxalia shall bear my son."

Xxalia put a hand to her heart to ensure it kept beating. In the matter of a few minutes the one thing she had wanted above all else was about to be hers. She kept her composure, intent on maintaining her stoic front even though her body flushed with anticipation. 

Xxalia's personal affects were immediately moved into the king's chamber. The effort for her to conceive was to take place the very night the decision had been made. Never before had she been so nervous and so excited at the same time.

She went to her father's, and now her chamber that evening, her stomach roiling with trepidation and enthusiasm. The dreams that had been haunting her for countless nights were about to be realised. 

King Trayk had not yet retired so she undressed and slid naked between the sheets of her father's great bed. The mattress was soft and yielding and she was almost asleep when her father finally entered. He stripped down and climbed into bed.

Xxalia's throat was dry and her heart was racing. She looked at him nervously; all the love she felt filled her heart as she looked into his deep blue eyes.

"My darling daughter," he said, smoothing back a long strand of her pearl white hair, "You will never know the gratitude of the people of Corbelay. Many years from now you will be known as the princess that saved a kingdom."

She smiled shyly as she looked up at him. Her stomach a mass of agitated butterflies as the king released her hair and trailed a line down her jaw, to her throat then to her small breasts, his fingers grazing over the delicate pink buds at their peaks. 

Xxalia gasped, biting her lip, surprised at the intensity at which the pleasure shot through her.

He leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth. She groaned, and shuddered, her hand hesitantly moving to his hair to caress his head as he suckled like a newborn. A deep burning ignited in her abdomen, a feeling she had never before experienced.

"It is your first time, my child and you will feel pain as you truly become a woman," he whispered.

"I know Father," she said, having listened to her maids as they'd explained – in quite intricate detail – what she should expect. The advice had come in hurried bursts as they moved her belongings into her father's chamber.

"Touch me, take me in your hand," he said, guiding her to his erection.

Xxalia was nervous at first as she gripped his hardened girth. Easily as big as the pillar candles that decorated the chamber; her father's manhood was rather intimidating. It twitched slightly at her touch, a low moan escaping her father as she squeezed around its base.

She remembered her maids' words and stroked his velvet length, her hand feeling the protruding veins in the rigid shaft. She reached the head, a large, smooth bulb that forced the king to shudder when she rounded her hand over it.

She giggled shyly at his reaction and pulled her hand away. He brought her back, stroking himself with her hand under his.

He groaned in her ear. She continued to caress him, noticing the wetness that dribbled from the tip to coat her fingers. Her father slipped his hand between her legs and she bucked against him as he brushed along the feathery white curls to the delicate petals of her womanhood. Intensity fired through her and she groaned as he delved between the folds, his fingers immediately drenched with her innocent readiness. The burning in her abdomen erupted into a fire as he found the hardened pearl at her apex.

"Father," she cried, arching her hips towards his hand. He slipped a finger inside, gently tracing the flesh of her maidenhead. She shuddered and winced a little, her anxiety fighting the ecstasy. 

While his finger probed her virgin channel, his thumb stroked her straining bud over and over. Xxalia began to shudder in delight, her hips frantically thrusting against her father's fingers. She was barely aware of the fact that his manhood pumped in her hand as he drove her over the edge and she cried out with her first orgasm.

She spasmed as the waves of exquisite pleasure crashed over her. Never before had she come so intensely, so violently. The king's fingers were dripping as he traced a slow line up her stomach.

"I must take you now," he said and Xxalia found that she longed to feel him inside her.

She parted her thighs as her father moved to lie between them, bending her knees to cradle him more comfortably. He leaned over her, his weight on his hands as he guided himself to her soaking entrance.

Just as her dream, Xxalia felt him press against her with a gentle push forward as he slipped beyond her opening and into the barrier of her maidenhead.

Xxalia gasped as she felt it tug and pull inside her. So different to her dream, the understanding that the pain was this time real was all too prevalent.

"Are you ready, my daughter?" said her father.

She nodded, her eyes welling with tears of joy. This was what she had wanted since the moment she acknowledged her love for him.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he pushed, piercing through her purity. Xxalia felt the rent of severe tearing, the pain slicing through her like a hot blade. She cried out, her back arching, her hands clutching the sheets as her legs trembled. Her scream echoed around the chamber, her virgin passage stretching and clenching, desperately trying to accommodate her father's enormous girth as he drove into her. 

He stilled a moment and knelt back, pulling her up into his arms, impaling her further. He held her as the discomfort passed, stroking her hair and back until the trembling stopped.

"You are a woman now," he whispered. 

He tentatively pushed up into her twice more, ensuring he filled her entirely, revelling in the tight grip her body had on him. Xxalia gasped and clung to him, but the pain was gone only to be replaced by a sweet pleasure that rippled inside her, travelling to her core.


Princess Xxalia Ch. 01



He laid her back down, keeping his arms about her as he pressed his body against her. He moved his hips, his pace slow at first, gently allowing his daughter to feel him and adjust. As he saw the desire in her eyes as her hips moved with his and he picked up a deep and steady rhythm.

She held his shoulders, her movements flowing in time with his. She lifted her pelvis and felt him filling her with every stroke, her body surrounding him, caressing him, pulling him into her dewy depths. She loved him more than ever in that moment. Her desires and dreams to be with him were finally a reality. She felt honoured that she could be there for her father, that in return, he needed her for this greatest of gifts.

She wrapped her legs about him, her hands clutching his back as his urgency mounted. He grunted loudly, his strokes becoming more frantic. The friction built inside her as his solid length rubbed along her sensitive flesh. She began to whimper then moan as the waves of her next orgasm swelled. 

Suddenly he cried out, wildly pounding into her, driving harder and faster again and again. She groaned and cried out as the fire overcame her and filled her with such burning. The sheer intensity made her scream, prolonged by her father's rhythm, she grabbed the sheets, her back contorting, her legs shaking, as she succumbed to the fires of passion.

"By the gods," the king groaned as he drew up his knees to either side of her buttocks. His hips slapped into hers, pushing and thrusting, forcing her to take all of him until she felt a powerful surging deep inside as his seed saturated her channel and flooded her womb. He grunted and growled as the last of his come pumped into her. He lay upon her, his arms around her as he panted, his chest pushing against hers with every breath.

She lay trembling and kissed the top of his head, her hands trailing up and down the length of his back, her legs still holding him to her. He shuddered as he eased himself out causing more tremors of pleasure to course through her body as his now flaccid but still wide girth withdrew. The king's seed spilled from her and she tilted her hips upward as her maids had instructed.

"Xxalia?" said the king, his voice still slightly breathless.

"I'm fine Father," she said, "I hope I am soon carrying your son."

In the weeks that followed, Xxalia and her father consummated every night. Before long their coupling became more than a simple need to procreate. As Xxalia had hoped, her father was falling for her too.

His affection for her took on a more public display with him often stopping her for a quick kiss or taking her into a passionate embrace that often took several minutes before they would prize themselves apart.

In their chamber, the king's enchantment with his daughter was even more apparent. His kisses were insatiable and insistent, his hands and mouth never getting quite enough of her smooth ivory skin.

Xxalia was enamoured with her father's attentions and was soon delighted to learn that she was pregnant. Even a few weeks before she acquired the sickness she knew her father's baby grew inside her. She was so happy and thrilled to be the only one aware of such exciting news, but she was bursting to tell him of their success.

"I carry your child," she said to him after their usual evening of fiery passion.

The king rolled to her, his eyes alive with happiness. He kissed her mouth, his lips urgent and demanding.

"I love you my daughter," he said.

"And I you, Father."

He smoothed a hand down her still flat stomach before playing with the soft white curls between her thighs. He pulled her to him, spooning in behind her as his hand continued to caress.

He lifted her leg and his finger immediately slipped into her still soaking folds from their previous mating. She felt a nudge at her back, her father once again fully erect.

The king said nothing as he guided himself into her, pushing into the drenched channel. Xxalia tightened her muscles around him as he pulled back and drove in again. His pace was slow and he pulled her hips to him.

His tongue found her ear, his breath warm and his mouth hot as his licked her lobe and nibbled her neck. His fingers found her pearl of pleasure and he had her crying out in continuous groans until she came, soaking his manhood and gripping it tightly. 

"Oh Xxalia," he moaned, his rhythm getting faster as his own climax breached. For the second time that evening he filled her with his hot seed, thrusting against her as he shuddered and groaned.

She turned her head to him to claim his mouth. He withdrew, pulling her to him, his arms around her, his tongue finding hers. They slept in each other's arms, the result of their union to remain secret until the king announced it to his people.

Almost nine months later, Xxalia was nearing the date of her confinement, but the king refused to be parted from her. He insisted that she stay in his chamber until the time of the birth. Xxalia's swollen belly was large and the king began to be concerned for her safety during the birth.

"I won't lose you as well," he said to her as she went through her preparations for the baby's eventual nursery.

"Father, I'll be fine," she said, standing on tiptoes to kiss his mouth.

"I've sent for the best physician in the land to see over the birth. At the first sign of complication he is to -" but Trayk couldn't finish his sentence. The idea that he might have to choose between his daughter and his child was too much for him.

Xxalia wrapped her arms around him, her head on his chest.

"You have nothing to fear Father. The palace physicians have said everything is going well. The baby has turned and is ready to be born."

"I will not leave you," he said, his hand absently stroking her hair, "I will be by your side as the child enters the world.

"Of course Father."

He bent forward to capture her mouth; his kisses had become so demanding, so possessive. He pulled at her dress as he yanked at his clothes. Once naked, he looked at her fully. Her round belly protruded sensuously from below her now large full breasts. The pink nipples, once small and sweet, were round and plush and yearned to be suckled. He led her to their bed and lifted her onto it easily in spite of her added burden. She barely had time to get comfortable before his mouth captured a nipple and he began to suck fiercely.

"Oh," she cried, her hands plunging into his hair. He circled the tight bud with his tongue, his warm breath against her straining flesh.

He ran his hands over her taut belly; the skin stretched as tight as a drum. He felt his child kick and he laughed against Xxalia's skin.

She smiled and grasped the base of his immense erection, her hand immediately stroking along its length. The king groaned and moved off the bed, pulling her to the side and turning her over. She stood at the edge, her head lying against the soft mattress, her heavy breasts and belly hanging beneath her. He entered her from behind swiftly and she gasped as her body suddenly stretched to envelope him.

He leaned forward to hold and caress her breasts, smoothed down along the skin of her engorged stomach and touched the tiny round bud of her lust. He rubbed it with his finger, his strokes quickening as he felt her clench around him, her orgasm building.

Xxalia seized the sheets before her, burying her face in the mattress as her legs trembled and threatened to buckle. Over and over he teased, the fires of pleasure scorching down her aching legs.

"Father I'm coming!" she screamed, her hand clutching her swollen belly as he felt her muscles squeeze and pulse around him. It sent him over the edge and with a deep groan he filled her, thick trails of cream sliding down her thighs, his body leaning against her as his climax subsided with several thrusting jerks. 

They fell asleep with the king's arm wrapped possessively around his daughter's stomach. Sleep only claiming him once he knew both people he loved were safely in his embrace.

As the sun peaked over the horizon, Xxalia awoke to a vicious pain. She whimpered and curled forward as she tried to sit up. The king woke beside her in confusion but was quickly alert when he understood the situation. The physician he had sent for had only arrived the evening before and was still drowsy when shaken from his bed.

Xxalia's maids arrived with the birthing stool and lifted it onto the large table in the king's room, then helped the naked Xxalia up into it. The stool itself was a chair with a hole in the seat. Positioned on the table the physician was able to effectively conduct his constant examinations. 

Xxalia screamed as a contraction took hold, she desperately clutched the hand of a maid and she too cried out. Trayk had been pacing the floor; unsure of what to do, but now he leapt onto the table and pushed the maid aside. He gripped both his daughter's hands and crouched in front of her, willing her to look at him.

"Father," she wailed, "The baby is too big."

"Xxalia, look at me, look into my eyes my love," said the king, "I am your strength, bear down on me."

Another contraction rolled through her and she squeezed her father's hands, her eyes tightly shut. She grimaced through the pain and when she opened her eyes her father was there, his blue eyes deep, giving her strength.

Her contractions were strong and steadily gaining intensity. After hours of agony the physician told Xxalia she could start to push. The princess bore down, her face reddening, her body straining, urging the babe from her womb. Tears streamed down her face and her skin was soaked with sweat. Her maids took it in turns to climb up and wipe her skin with cool cloths.

"Again Your Highness," said the physician, standing on a stool, his hand on her belly as she once again curled forward and pushed hard. Her father's eyes locked with hers, and she saw him looking at her with all his love. She bore down, her limbs aching and her body constricting, she'd never known such torture. She squeezed his hands, the pain rolling over her stomach and down her back. She gasped when it stopped, the sweat trickling down the sides of her head. Her long white hair was secured back but loose strands hung in damp tendrils about her face.

She felt the next contraction grip and she pushed and sobbed, willing the child to be born.

"Father, I can't," she cried, tears coursing down her cheeks, "I can't do it anymore."

The king's fingers were purple from his daughter's unrelenting grip but he made no attempt to release them.

"Yes you can Xxalia, you can do this, my child," he said, looking into her eyes, "Think of the baby, our baby, yours and mine." 

She cringed as the next contraction took hold, squeezing her father's hands as she curled forward, the top of her head against his chest, bearing down with all she had.

"The head, the baby's crowning," cried one of her maids.

"That's my girl," said the king, kissing her drenched brow, "You're almost there."

"Once more your highness," he said, pulling gently as she gritted her teeth and pushed. The baby finally slid out and into the physician's arms. "A boy, Your Highness, you've had a son!"

Xxalia fell back against the seat awkwardly. The physician administered to the wailing baby as she regained her breath. Wrapped and roughly cleaned the physician handed her son to her. She smiled weakly, the baby squirming and whimpering until he smelt his mother and quieted. So small and pink, his tiny hands clutching at the air, his cries sounding like sweet music. 

She looked up at her father, holding the baby for him to take. She saw his hands tremble as he slowly took his son and held him to his chest. 

"Your son Father," she said and she smiled as she saw the tears in his eyes.



Princess Xxalia Ch. 02



She inhaled sharply as she felt the enticing burn of her father's enormous erection pushing up into her. Her body shuddered, her hands leaning against his broad chest as she straddled him. His hands were on her hips, gently guiding her. It was their first time since the birth of their son and Xxalia was eager to have her father's immense girth filling her once again.

"Father," she whimpered. Her white blonde hair trailed forward as she hung her head and closed her eyes in breathless anticipation. 

She reached between her legs and instantly felt the unrelenting velvet length that was mercilessly penetrating her tender flesh. She ran her fingers over her delicate, moist lips that stretched around him, tingling furiously. 

Her father suddenly thrust upward, impaling her fully. She cried out as her body accepted him, clenching and straining to contain his great width. He pushed again, firmly inserting himself deep within her. 

She moaned and began to rock her hips. The sensation of his full length rubbing her scorching walls made her shiver with waves of delight. She looked down at her father, her eyes full of want just as he gazed lustfully up at her. His hands smoothed over her flat belly and massaged her heavy breasts. A small white droplet appeared and the king sat up instantly. He held her firmly as his mouth captured the nipple and he began to draw upon it. 

Xxalia sighed as her father suckled, her hands running through his long ivory hair.

"You taste of nectar," he murmured against her before moving to its twin.

"You feed upon your son's dinner," she said smiling, her pleasure evident as he pulled strongly at the flushed peak. 

He laid back, his arms still about her and rolled them both so that he was above her. She smiled up at him, smoothing the long hair away from his face.

He leaned on his powerful arms as he pulled out slightly then pushed back into her. She groaned tilting her hips upward, urging her father deeper as the heat of pleasure blazed through her.

"Oh Xxalia," he whispered, his hips moving slowly, savouring the feel of her tight sheath.

He dipped his head and sought her mouth. Their tongues entwined, each tasting the other. She moaned softly against her father's lips, her legs going about his waist. She felt him tense with every thrust, his muscles working to push himself as far into her as he could.

He slid a hand between their bodies, his fingers stroking over the soft white curls before they slid to her intimate apex.

She whimpered as he found her throbbing nub, her cries increasing with every caress. He stroked her in time with his thrusts. She was moaning, murmuring her love as the ripples of pleasure strengthened, sending shivers to her core and down her legs.

"Father," she cried, her back tensing, her hips shifting further forward. She pushed against him, her hips begging his to move faster. He drove into her, his pace gaining momentum both in his thrusts and with his fingers.

She cried out loudly as the intensity mounted, coursing through her limbs as though molten. Her legs clung to him, shaking against his body, her head rolling from side to side until she peaked and her orgasm exploded deep within her core with a shattering cry.

Her father grunted as her inner walls clamped down on him more tightly. He looked down at his spent daughter and plunged into her without restraint. She held his gaze as she jerked against the pillows. She saw the look of determination on his face and the raw heat of his passion and desire in his eyes. He was growling with every stroke now, his own release close. She reached up and stroked his back until with a roar he grabbed her hips, his climax erupting into her in a flood. The surge drenched her passage and oozed out the sides to slide down her buttocks.

He lay upon her gently, his breath ragged. She kissed his sweat dampened cheek and stroked his tangled hair. He eased out of her, the slick sound of their coupling audible as he slipped free. They lay in each other's arms, exhausted, perspiring but thoroughly satiated. Xxalia would have stayed forever in the arms of her father, had it not been for the sudden and rather loud cry of her son.

She threw on a robe and hurried to the tiny prince's cradle. He was a good sleeper, but roused quickly when he was hungry.

"My darling Wheren," she crooned as she picked him up from his tangle of blankets. She held him to her, patting his back and murmuring sweetly to sooth him.

She settled herself in a large chair by the window. Against all the advice of her maids and the palace ladies, Xxalia insisted on keeping Wheren in the room with her and feeding him herself.

She put him to her breast and leaned back in the chair. Her father joined her in the chair opposite. He too, had simply pulled a robe on so she could still see his naked form as he lounged in front of her. 

"I have unfortunate news," he said quietly.

She had sensed his agitation earlier, before they'd made love and now the words sent an icy spike down her back. She had a notion as to what the news might be but she was still apprehensive. Now that she'd given her father a son the negotiations for her marriage to Prince Bayu of Farentine would no doubt continue.

"What news?" she said, hoping her voice sounded indifferent. She refused to look at her father directly doing so would only encourage the tears to flow.

The king sighed, "I've received word from King Dahl. It seems the prince is anxious to meet you."

She stayed focussed on her son, "Then he shall have to be patient. Wheren is barely six weeks old; would they expect a mother to just abandon her child?" Her voice was rising and she could feel the panic in the pit of her stomach.

"You're not just a mother Xxalia. You're the Princess of Corbelay and betrothed to the Crown Prince of Farentine. Regardless of your standing, your title comes first."

Now she looked up at him fearfully. He was blatantly inferring that she leave, that she leave their son. The cruelty of it burned her throat and she felt the tears brimming.

"Please don't," she begged, her lower lip quivering. She'd always felt vulnerable in her father's presence. She saw that his hands were gripping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white. He was trying to restrain his temper, but she didn't know how long for.

"I have no choice Xxalia; you must go, within the week." He leaned forward, his head in his hands. This was affecting him as much as it was hurting her.

"Please father." Her voice cracked and the threatening tears spilled to her cheeks.

"They will kill me," he thundered, "My hands are tied. Do you understand what my death would mean to this nation? Though heir, Wheren is still too young and your cousin lies in wait like a serpent. For the sake of your kingdom you must go."

Xxalia was sobbing openly. She clung to her son, startling the baby who began to wail.

"They mean to kill the king of Corbelay for the sake of a few more weeks with my son? It's madness," her eyes were swimming with tears now, her face blotched red. She shifted the baby, placing him at her other breast, patting and consoling though she gulped and sniffed.

The king came and knelt before her, taking her hand in his, the other hand tilting her face to look at him.

"Darling daughter, do you not think that if I could change this I would? What has happened is unchanged. I will love you forever as daughter and lover. Our son is evidence of that," he stroked the contented baby's soft pale head, "But think of your position, you are the princess and your royal duty is to do as you must for your people."

She nodded silently, her eyes closed against the tears and felt his kiss on her lips then her forehead.

He left her then, alone with her son. Once the door was closed behind him Xxalia cried openly. She held her son close, touching his head and tiny hands, memorising everything about him down to his sweet baby smell.

Five days later she was alone in her chamber. She'd said a painful farewell to her son and the tears were only now drying on her cheeks. She shakily went about the room, ensuring nothing was forgotten. Although it was a simple visit, the journey itself took several weeks. Her maids would accompany her along with a full guard and several of the palace servants. She smoothed the quilt on the bed and didn't hear the door open and close softly behind her.

"Xxalia," said the deep familiar voice of her father. She whirled around to see him walking to her, his arms outstretched. She threw herself into them, tears flowing again. 

"My darling daughter, my sweet child, I am in such agony," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you father," she said her throat choked with tears, "Please take care of our son."

"We will eagerly await your return," he said, his hand stroking her long hair.

She lifted her face and he claimed her mouth, hard and insistent, his lips almost bruising hers. She realised he tugged at the ribbons of her bodice and she pulled his shirt from his trousers. He didn't wait for her to undress but lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. She laid upon it crossways, her skirts around her waist and her legs open. He freed himself from his leather trousers and mounted her seizing her hips roughly he entered her without preamble. She cried out as he filled her, her back like an archer's bow as she it tried to accommodate him. 

She let him have his way with her, her legs splayed on either side of his rutting hips. He wrenched open her bodice, tearing the silk then leaned forward and grasped a taut nipple with his mouth. She groaned, her hands plunging into his hair as he supped on the remnants of their son's last meal.

"I will crave the taste of you until your return," he murmured against her. She caressed his head, her mind filled with loss and longing.

He began to grunt with every thrust and her body accepted his onslaught as he straightened, clutching her hips, driving into her as he pulled her to him.

"Gods," he cried, and she felt him pulse within her stretched walls. His come soaked her channel and slid in creamy rivulets down her buttocks.

"My heart will always be yours daughter," he said thickly, pulling her to him. Their bodies were still joined and she clung to him until she knew it was time to leave.

She watched him from the carriage window, his stance tall, but defeated. She watched until he was out of sight, his seed still warm and wet between her thighs.

The journey to Farentine took six weeks. Xxalia had never been a good traveller and she succumbed to the travel sickness. She longed for the day when she could stop the swaying motion. At first she wondered if it was morning sickness and in spite of how dreadful she felt was thrilled at the prospect of once again carrying her father's child. Her maids, however, had explained that to breastfeed was contraception in itself. "Stops further children while you give nourishment to the born," they'd said. Some days were better than others and she began to insist until Sharli, her favourite maid, confirmed she was without child with a quick, if not intrusive examination.

As the procession made its way to the palace, Xxalia saw the streets lined with Farentites. She smiled in wonder at their distinctly different appearance. Their long dark hair crowning their heads in wild tangles, their smooth skins a deep tan. Even from the confines of the carriage she could see their bright glistening green eyes.

She was eternally thankful and whispered a quick prayer to the gods at the journey's end. Weary and fatigued she emerged from the carriage a ghostly grey colour.

Her servants bustled about immediately and she marvelled at their sudden newfound vigour. The palace servants had joined hers in the effort to unload the carriages. Xxalia however, was met by a tall, regal looking man who bowed extremely low to her.

"Welcome to Farentine, Your Highness," he said in an exotic accent. He paled slightly at sight of her so she was quickly escorted up to the guest chambers. The physician ordered rest and she was soon blissfully asleep.

Due to her need for recovery, the formal banquet that was to be held was postponed and would be arranged as soon as she was stronger. The king and prince each sent their regards and hoped she improved quickly.

The banquet was held a week later, father and son had taken advantage of their guest's incapacitation and had seen an opportunity for a quick hunting trip. In spite of her reservations Xxalia was excited to be meeting her future husband. She'd seen portraits of him while growing up and saw even more as she wandered through the palace. 

She dressed in a flowing blue gown that complemented her eyes and her maids accompanied her to the hall where a lone steward announced her arrival. The enormous doors opened to reveal a huge hall. A large table arranged in a horseshoe was filled with all manner of delicacies and gastronomical delights. The aroma was enticing and after several weeks of a simple and rather uninspiring diet she was anxious to try the new food. 

She straightened her back and headed for the two taller chairs at the head of the horseshoe. All eyes were on her as she walked the length of the hallway. Farentine's noble and elite watching her with eyes filled with judgement.

"The Princess Xxalia of Corbelay," said another steward, one who stood next to the taller of the two chairs. The men, one distinctly older than the other looked down at her. She curtseyed deeply, keeping her face stoic. The older man, undoubtedly the king, was greying, the tangles of his hair shot with silver and white. His face was kind looking and weathered, but his green eyes sparkled with life. He seemed a lot older than her father and she was uncertain if she should meet him on terms of friendship or indifference. He smiled at her but she was unsure if it was a smile of welcome or victory. 

Prince Bayu sat next to his father. The instant Xxalia had walked up to them he'd immediately sat up straighter. His long dark hair was the deepest shade of brown, his skin only slightly paler than that of his father. His eyes entranced her, their sea green depths holding hers and she felt her heart triple its pace. His smile was genuine, and she couldn't help but smile back.

The instant the meal was finished Bayu was at her side.

"Will you honour me with a dance?" he asked, his hand already held out to accept hers. The musicians had been playing discreetly in the background but now increased their volume as several couples took to the floor.

She gave him her hand and he swept her to the middle of the room, pulling her to him, pressing his hand in the small of her back. She swallowed her mouth suddenly dry. 

"You look divine," he said softly, "Until this night I have only seen your portrait. Now I know for certain that the artist was indeed a terrible liar."

Xxalia flushed. His accent was intoxicating. 

"Your Highness is very kind," she said meekly, "Might I add that your portraits were just as misleading."

"Indeed," he said and his hand suddenly stroked the line of her jaw. Xxalia gasped, her first instinct to pull away, but he held her fast, moving her across the floor to prevent her escape.

She thought of her father and instantly felt a surge of guilt. 

"How is your father?" he asked suddenly and she felt her heart skip.

"Both he and my son are well," she replied, her guilt mounting as thoughts of her abandoned son entered her mind. The ache rose up fiercely and she pulled away again only to be held all the more tightly. 

"It troubles you to think of them," he said, "May I some day have such a standing in your heart."

"Your Highness," she said, flustered and feeling suddenly light headed, "please, I require air."

"Of course," he said, leading her to one of the large open glass doors. He held her hand tightly as he pulled her down the stairs and out into the garden. The night was cool and Xxalia breathed in great gulps to cool the burning of her insides. 

They came to a garden wall and he suddenly pressed her up against it. His mouth was over hers and he sought entrance with his tongue. Xxalia struggled, her small hands pushing against his firm chest. The kiss was strong and demanding but she started to feel herself melt against him. She smelled cologne and leather and the slightest hint of fresh hay. He let go of her, cupping her face and she found that her hands had gone to his back.

"I long for you," he whispered. 

"Please Your Highness," she said, looking away, "My heart holds another."

"Your father," he said, almost bitterly, "Did he tell you why you had to come?"

"To save his life," she said without hesitation.

"To settle a debt," he corrected.

"I don't understand."

"Then you must come with me," he said and took her by the hand.

Xxalia was suddenly very frightened as he lead her through the palace, the sounds of the merriment fading as they walked through the corridors. She hadn't even realised that he'd been able to give her maids the slip. 

He opened a grand old door and pulled her inside. It was dimly lit and full of books and scrolls. A library. The faint smell was similar to the library in her father's palace. The memory of the hours spent pouring over old laws sent a shiver up her spine. 

"I am aware that you discovered a centuries old Corbelean law enabling a father to lie with his daughter as a husband does his wife," he said, scanning the shelves carefully.

"I did," she replied, "My father was without a suitable heir as I was betrothed. The law enabled me to give him the son he desired. I did so gladly."

"You'll find our laws here are not all that dissimilar," he said pulling down an ancient book and setting it on one of the tables. He found the page he was after and turned the book towards her to read, "Read from here," he said, pointing to a paragraph, "Aloud."

Xxalia looked at him for a moment before turning to the enormous tome. The language was old Farentine, but surprisingly similar to her own Corbelean.

"It is hereby declared; that a brother may wed and procure offspring within the family unit should a suitable wife be unattainable or have perished. Should a brother so desire he may take his unwed sister as wife and she to bear his children," she stopped suddenly, the words ringing in her ears. Just as Corbelay allowed a father to sleep with his daughter, Farentine allowed a brother to marry his sister.

She looked up to find Bayu holding a scroll. He held it out to her and she took it from him, her hands shaking. What did this mean?

She unravelled the old parchment and instantly recognised her father's signature at the bottom.

"Read it," said Bayu, his voice demanding.

"I, Trayk, King of Corbelay and all her peoples do solemnly vow that my only daughter, the Princess Xxalia, be affianced to the Crown Prince Bayu of Farentine," she stopped and looked up at him again, "I know this,"

"Keep reading," he said.

"For the act of treason and infidelity, I relinquish my paternal right to elect my said daughter's husband as penance for the abduction and subsequent marriage to Queen Anay of Farentine. Farentine?"

"Read," barked Bayu.

"By the honour of his Majesty King Dahl of Farentine, and his solemn wishes,the queen's only son, Crown Prince Bayu, shall have my daughter's hand once of age and be heralded under the laws of Farentine which state a brother may marry his sister... By the gods," whispered Xxalia as she dropped the scroll and looked up at Bayu.

"I am your brother by our mother Queen Anay. She was my father's Corbelean wife before your father stole her. For a long time I believed her dead until my father revealed the truth."

"But it makes no sense; my father met and fell in love my mother. He was grief stricken when she died."




Princess Xxalia Ch. 02



"Just as my father was when she went missing. He spent months scouring the land to find her. It was by pure chance that she was discovered in Corbelay, remarried," he paused and looked at her intensely, "and pregnant. She might have given your father you, but she left my father with a broken heart. So overcome that he wanted your father's head. As the scroll states, he sold you to Farentine so that he could save his own skin."

Xxalia suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed into one of the chairs. She had known nothing, had never thought for a moment that her life was as conditional as common property. Her father's betrayal washed through her and she was instantly sick on the floor.

"My father wasn't going to tell you either," he said more softly, "But I knew you deserved the truth." 

He squeezed her hand gently as he passed and left her alone. Xxalia wiped her mouth with her sleeve, walked trancelike to her chambers and fell into bed fully clothed. She ignored the concerned inquiries of her maids, relieved to have finally found their mistress, and curled up into a tight ball. It wasn't for another hour that the sobs wracked her body and the tears eventually flowed.

For an entire month she stayed locked away in her rooms. Her maids were worried and the palace physician was summoned.

"I can tell you nothing except that her symptoms are consistent with that of a broken heart," he said.

Sharli managed to get her to eat but most of her food was left untouched. Even the king couldn't persuade her to venture out and promised tours and outings were cancelled.

After six weeks a letter arrived from Corbelay. Sharli offered it to her mistress with renewed hope, but Xxalia took one look at her father's hand writing and tossed it aside unopened.

One afternoon, her eyes red with fatigue and her hair in matted tangles, Xxalia was curled up under the sheets when the door burst open and Bayu thundered in.

"I've had enough," he said angrily and marched to the bed. He threw back the bedclothes and scooped her up in her nightgown, her tiny form even lighter from the weeks of little appetite.

She screamed as he hoisted her to his shoulder. Sharli was startled but stopped the other maids from rushing to her. Bayu left the room with Xxalia screeching and hitting his back. She suddenly felt the cool of the outside on her face and she was surprised enough to stop screaming. The light darkened again and she was dumped into a large heap of hay. He'd taken her to the stables.

"State your reasoning sir," she demanded furiously as Bayu stood before her, tugging his shirt from his trousers.

"I'm tired of you wallowing in self pity. You're here to meet your future people, to learn to love me!"

"You're my brother, don't I have to love you?" she shot back, pushing her tangled hair from her eyes.

"No," he said, his hand deftly undoing his flies, "You have to want to love me."

He knelt in front of her and pushed her back into the sweet hay. She didn't protest as he kissed her, his mouth moving urgently over hers.

She felt more tears scorch the backs of her eyes, the betrayal of her father still a raw and tender wound. But Bayu was insistent, his hands moving over her. She felt her night gown riding up her body and she realised what was happening.

"No, not like this," she said, her hands fighting his as she tried to pull the gown back down.

"Yes like this," he said and in one swift movement he rent the gown in two exposing her to him fully. She gasped as he clamped down on one of her breasts, his teeth pinching and teasing the sensitive flesh. She felt her body respond, thoughts of making him stop dissipating. She moved to help him pull his shirt from his arms. Her mind battled briefly with the notion that he was in fact her brother, but she was Corbelean and she understood their shared incestuous laws. Just as she and Bayu were brother and sister, so too were Farentine and Corbelay.

She felt him part her legs sliding a finger between her slippery folds and gasped as he inserted a finger, the digit raking against her heated flesh. Her cry, as he rubbed against her dripping walls, roused the stable occupants and several of the horses whickered anxiously.

He pulled out, his drenched finger finding her hardened pearl and he roughly rubbed the sensitive flesh. She clutched his arm as she moaned, shots of pleasure scorching along her thighs ending in small jerks at her feet. 

"Please Bayu, please take me," she begged, her throbbing channel aching to be filled.

Bayu knelt between her spread thighs and unleashed himself from his trousers. She felt the smack of his engorged shaft against her abdomen, her head lifting slightly to see him long and large. He held himself, stroking along his length, watching her face. 

"I am yours brother," she said shyly.

At her words he entered her and her cry raised the pigeons from their roosts. She delighted in the familiar burn of her tight passage, the exquisite feel of his erection pushed deep within her body. Try as she might she couldn't help but remember her father, even so, she refused to let the memories spoil the moment.

She pulled Bayu to her, her legs wrapping around him and he drove into her forcefully, needing possession. Her cries kept pace, as he pushed into her relentlessly. His firm, yet harsh strokes making her body jolt with every thrust.

"You shall be mine," he grunted.

His groans deepened to a guttural growl that vibrated through his belly to hers. She held his buttocks, felt it tighten with every push, he hammered into her, impaling her fully on his hard thick length. 

She came with a loud cry. Her brother, his body pushing incessantly came shortly after, urging his seed to flood her completely. She felt the wash of it fill her and the inevitable trickle as it ran down the cheeks of her buttocks.

He collapsed upon her heavily, but she stroked his back, feeling the gentle pulse as his erection softened within her. She kept her legs about him, held him and lay with him. She knew she would come to love him as she loved her father. She was ready to go home and face the king, but she also knew she would look forward to the day when Bayu would hold her and kiss her and make sweet undeniable love to her.



Princess Xxalia Ch. 03



"Come Mother, let me have you," said a distinctly male voice. 

The princess stopped suddenly at the unexpected sound. She hadn't seen anyone enter the gardens and wondered where the voice had come from. Famous for being the most exquisite in the land the Farentine palace gardens were a pleasure she'd only just discovered. Her mind had been in turmoil in the weeks since she learned of her father's betrayal but the freshness of the air combined with the interlacing scents of the flowers and plants were a far better tonic than anything the palace physician had offered. She was even finding peace after the brazen encounter with her brother Bayu a few days earlier. A sudden yearning bloomed at the memory of him and she fought to push the threat of arousal from her mind.

A woman's laughter brought her back to the realisation that she was not alone in her sanctuary. The gardens were accessible by palace dwellers but she found herself a little annoyed to hear other voices and have her solace disturbed. She quietly made her way to an arbour covered in ivy, an archway that framed the way into the next garden room. One could easily lose themselves in the intricate tapestry of shrubs and trees that created walls and boundaries to entice and inspire and lead the appreciative wanderer through a maze of colour, texture and scent.

A majestic tree grew at the heart of the room, its thick branches heralding a great canopy of shimmering leaves. With the approach of winter the green was changing into a glorious crown of gold. Xxalia slipped beneath the ivy arch and was shocked to see a young man, chasing a woman around the flower beds. 

She pushed aside the ivy's trailing vines and instantly recognised the woman as one of the palace staff. The young man couldn't have been more than twenty. His boyish Farentine looks supported the innocence of youth and though she hadn't seen him before he was clearly enamoured with the woman he was trying to catch.

He lunged forward and grabbed the woman's arm, swinging her round to capture her fully. He clamped his mouth to hers his hands holding her securely as he kissed her deeply. The woman responded eagerly her hands holding his face to hers. He broke away and smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the soft grass under the great tree. She seated herself comfortably with her back against the trunk while the man sat beside her. He went to kiss her again but she playfully moved to avoid him.

"It does not concern you that we both face a lashing if we're caught?" she said slyly.

"We won't be caught, Mother," said the boy, kissing her mouth, "I always slip away unseen. Can I help that I need you?" 

Xxalia was both intrigued and stunned. A Farentine mother and her son were cavorting in the gardens, unaware of her presence and clearly believing themselves to alone. Why would the couple face punishment for their apparent love? It hadn't occurred to her that a relationship between parent and offspring could well be frowned upon by other nations. Not only frowned upon but forbidden entirely. Was what she and her father had damning here? If Farentine was so open to a brother marrying his sister, what of the daughters and mothers who pursued relationships with their fathers and sons? Why were some punished while others accepted by law? 

The boy wasn't dissuaded by the apparent punishment he was at his mother's neck, kissing her hungrily, "Let me taste you," he murmured, his hands already pulling at the lacings of her bodice. Giggling, the woman pretended to try and stop him, but the young man successfully parted the folds revealing one of her large soft breasts. He latched on eagerly, sucking and teasing the velvet peak until his mother moaned.

He pushed her to the soft grass and pulled at her skirts, hitching them to her waist. It was then Xxalia saw the soft swell of the woman's stomach. She was undeniably pregnant. The boy ran his hands over the small mound, his lips gentle as he kissed it tenderly. His mother stroked his tousled hair as he whispered to her abdomen, words of love to the unborn inside her.

"You'll be a father before the end of spring," she said as he kissed and caressed her.

Xxalia gasped. She carried her son's child! Xxalia's mind was reeling. What of the laws? Her own knowledge of Corebelean law had only encompassed a father's right to procreate with his daughter. She had not encountered laws explaining a relationship between a mother and son. She had no knowledge of the laws of Farentine. The only incestuous relationship she knew as lawful was that between brother and sister.

Why should that be so? She thought. Why should only a brother and a father have the right to bed their female relations? Did not the women of these two nations have just as much right? Shouldn't a mother be allowed to find solace with her son when she was widowed and alone? 

As she watched the couple she found herself questioning the ethics of the laws the two countries had construed. She had been able to bear a son for her father under Corbelean law and she was engaged to be married to her brother under Farentine law. What of this loving pair before her?

The son's mouth moved further down, until he nuzzled at the onyx curls between his mother's exposed thighs. She gasped and whimpered in response as he nudged her inner folds and began licking the moist cleft.

As the erotic display heightened, Xxalia felt her own sex tingle. Desire grew in the pit of her abdomen, spreading heat and longing through her entire pelvis. She pushed herself further into the ivy to remain hidden, the leaves and twigs poking and scratching though she paid them no mind. As the mother moaned, Xxalia gripped herself through her skirt as the mounting ache suddenly swelled in intensity. Her breasts strained against her bodice, craving freedom as she ran a hand over them longingly. Thoughts of her father and brother blazed through her mind, their warm bodies pressing against her.

"Oh yes, yes," cried the mother. Her legs trembled at her son's shoulders, her hands pushing his head rhythmically against her soaking crevice. Xxalia had never known a man could touch a woman so. Was there such pleasure to be had as his tongue moved where she had only known fingers? She remembered the gentle way in which her father coaxed her to orgasm. His fingers were sweet but persistent and he was able to have her writhing in ecstasy and desperate for release. She shuddered, her hand gripping harder as the fabric rubbed against her and she realised the folds of her skirt were becoming damp. Her gown suddenly felt hot and heavy and she longed to tear it from her trembling body.

"Gods!" screamed the mother. Xxalia was brought back to the scene before her. The mother was shaking all over as her orgasm claimed her, the boy continued to lick at her furiously until she sighed and began to relax. He sat up, his mouth and nose glistening as he leaned over and kissed her. Swallowing hard Xxalia wondered at the taste. The mother kissed her son just as hungrily as the boy began undoing his flies, his other hand sliding back to the sodden petals. He released himself, his mother reaching and quickly taking up his hard length in her hand stroking him as he knelt before her. Xxalia gasped as the memories of her own love making with her father flooded her mind, fuelling the fire that burned deep within her core. She then shivered against the ivy as she recalled the rough way in which Bayu had driven into her.

The boy bent forward between his mother's legs, guiding himself to her entrance. Xxalia saw him push forward, his buttocks clenching as he sank deep inside her. He shuddered and groaned but immediately began to thrust with his hips. The mother bent her knees, lifting her feet from the ground. Xxalia had a clear view of the son's rigid shaft, his long firm erection sliding in and out as his balls, ripe and swinging, slapped gently against her buttocks. 

Xxalia's breath caught, the boy's youth belied the maturity of his thick girth, the penetration forcing the deep pink membranes of his mother's entrance apart to accept his intrusion. Small beads of sweat prickled the princess' scalp, her own need threatening to suffocate her if she didn't find release soon.

His long hair swung forward in dark tangles. The mother pushed it from his face, pulling him to her for a kiss. The boy began to moan loudly. He leaned on his hands, his body tensing with every stroke. The mother held her pregnant belly tenderly as her son rocked her hips with every thrust.

"Mother I come," he cried and with a loud groan he jerked into her, filling her with his seed. Xxalia put her fist to her mouth to stifle her own groan of desire. He shivered as his orgasm subsided, a small stream of come escaping as he slid out and moved to lie beside his mother. The lovers held each other, caressing the mother's belly and kissing. Xxalia, her hand still gripping her sodden skirts, backed away from the scene as quickly as she could without disturbing them.

She had almost run to her rooms in her urgency for release. The damp material of her skirts continued to scrape and she could feel the wet trickle of her nectar sliding between her thighs. She longed to stroke her swollen flesh until the fires of her need consumed and engulfed her.

"Xxalia?" asked a deep male voice. She stopped suddenly and turned. King Dahl was behind her, his face quizzical as he took in her appearance, "You seem flushed are you feeling unwell?"

He was taller than her father, his wild hair framing his handsome face. She felt intimidated but was certain it was mainly due to the fact that she barely knew him. A fact she was quite happy to remain so.

"I'm quite well," she said a little too quickly. She was breathing hard from her rush to get to her room and the motion raked her nipples against the fabric of her bodice. They ached with yearning, desperate to feel her fingers toy and play with them.  

She hadn't seen the king for some time and it surprised her that he was right there when she least needed to see him. Since learning of his part in her arranged marriage her feelings towards him had been more than suspect. He'd requested the Corbelean princess be the wife of his son in exchange for her father's life. He'd also planned to keep her father's betrayal a secret and the knowledge sparked a fire of doubt and uncertainty within her. Had it not been for Bayu's love and concern she might never have known the plot conspired by the two kings. The indignity heated her skin and sent the flames further to her core. In spite of her reservations she was so hot she could think of nothing but tearing her gown from her shoulders.

Annoyed at his interruption, she waited for her future father to dismiss her, but she could see he'd seen something in her eyes and noticed how she clung to her skirts.

"Come, I think perhaps you need something to help calm the nerves," he said. 

Frustrated at further delay she was confused at his implied concern but regardless of her feelings she had no choice but to follow him back the way she'd come. Her flushed skin beaded with sweat as she kept pace, the material rasping her flesh, tingling and tormenting her in her need to find relief. She clutched at her skirts, her sex in flames as it scraped. The petals so engorged and sensitive it was all she could do to stop herself screaming out.

"I often find solace here whenever I feel," he paused to look at her intensely, "Under pressure," he finished.

She had no idea where they were but the king opened a large door and gestured for her to go in. She smiled weakly with trepidation as she passed him, her slippery thighs and soaking gown almost more than she could bear. She thought of her father's enormous shaft, erect and ready to impale her. She tried to banish the image, the ache coursing through her, making it even harder to remain standing. Her father would have taken her swiftly, entered her as roughly as she desired. She longed for the burn caused by his width as he forced her inner walls apart.

The room was a grand office with a large ornate desk at the centre. The throbbing of her channel nearly sent her reeling. She straightened in time as the king led her passed the open fire place until they reached a secluded alcove behind a heavy curtain. There was an over stuffed window seat with a myriad of coloured cushions scattered about. The immense window surrounded the seat in a semi circle, overlooking the palace gardens.

To her horror Xxalia saw the mother and son still lying beside each other, caressing and touching, oblivious to their audience. From her vantage point the princess could see the secluded garden was not as private as first thought. In spite of the thickly planted walls and towering tree, the view from above exposed the entire garden. The king would have seen the pair coupling along with anyone hiding under the ivy archway. This was why he'd brought her here.

She stood watching, wondering if the king planned to punish them. The idea of pain coupled with her arousal only sent the waves crashing through her more powerfully. She didn't care if the king had planned to use her marriage as revenge against her father, she didn't care that he could very well have the mother and son whipped. Her only objective was to bring her arousal to the fore and unburden her body with a shattering orgasm.

"Were you unsure who to report them too?" he said, his voice behind her, his body close.

She was startled by the sound, her thoughts interrupted as she gazed upon the lovers. 

"No, I, I-" she stammered. Her hand squeezed the crumpled gown, her legs trembling as she envisioned herself being whipped instead of the couple. Imagined pain scorched through her and she moaned aloud, unable to stop herself.

"I could have you severely punished for withholding such information from the authorities," his lips were right at her ear his warm breath tingling against her skin, "Relations between families is strictly forbidden. They face a hundred lashes each once turned over to the courts."

"I didn't," she began, "I couldn't-" again she faltered, biting her lip hard. She couldn't stop watching them as they continued to kiss and hold each other. She smelled the king's cologne, strongly spiced it tantilised her senses with its masculine aroma.

"A witness who does not come forward also faces a severe punishment," he said, his voice now even closer. He slid a hand around her waist and she struggled for breath, his heat and strength apparent as he moved over her bodice to the curve of her breast. She gasped but didn't pull away, her urgency and desperation for release was too great. She felt his warm lips on her neck, his teeth pinching the delicate skin. Her mind instantly pulled up images of her father, her brother and the two forbidden lovers in their intimate embrace. His other hand went to the sodden patch of her skirt. He gripped her hand and the fabric beneath it, pushing it against her soaking flesh. She moaned, leaning against him and the king pushed harder. 

This shouldn't be happening, she thought. He's the father of my brother, the man who will become my father. He's forcing me to marry his son. Her back pressed against his chest and she could feel the firm bulge of his straining manhood as it pushed against her hip. She tried to reason with herself that it was wrong, that it betrayed her father and Bayu but she was too overcome to stop it.

"I could have you arrested," he said, his tongue tracing lines along her ear, "I won't deny that terrible things would befall you should such a beautiful woman be left in the dungeon," he sucked on her earlobe, "Most Farentites abhor the idea of a child born out of wedlock, but the guards are quite proud of the fact that they are fathers to several illegitimate children."

She barely managed to stifle a cry. Regardless of the consequences she suddenly wished to be taken hard and forcefully. Images of guards having their way with female prisoners overloaded her mind. The cry she'd tried to smother erupted from her throat. 

"Fifty lashes would ruin your back. A sentence justified by your lack of cooperation. Can you imagine the cord of leather scoring bloodied lines across your tender flesh? Perhaps you should buy my silence."

"Please," she pleaded. She'd been uncertain of the king's sincerity. Would he truly send her to the guards for keeping the lover's secret?

She leaned back against him in complete submission as his hands suddenly went to her bodice and with a powerful wrench he tore the restraining top half of her garment from her body. He immediately grabbed her breasts, his hands massaging the flesh and teasing her exposed peaks.

Xxalia gasped in surprise, her torso bared for the king's pleasure. She knew she should struggle and run, escape while she could but his enticing hands kept her rooted to the spot.

"Your desire burns," said the king. Through the rent fabric he slipped his hand down her belly and plunged into the soft curls between her thighs.

"Oh," she cried as his fingers slid along the drenched ribbons of her crevice.

"Gods you're wet," he murmured as his hand worked between her legs. The king found her hardened pearl, his finger scoring circles over the soaking bud. He flicked it mercilessly, pinching and tugging the tiny bead. She groaned and cried, as he tortured her. Her knees buckled but the king had a firm enough grip to keep her standing. 

"Watch them," he hissed, "Witness the act of illegal incest so wilfully committed. Join them in their transgression; face the punishment for your indiscretion."

Xxalia moaned softly as she watched the pair in the garden. The son was already stroking himself, his erection growing quickly. The king pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out, her legs again buckling but he held her, forcing her to watch the coupling in the garden. The son offered his hard length to his mother. She took him in her mouth making Xxalia struggle for breath at the scene.

The king pulled at her nipple harshly, the resulting sting coursed through her body compelling her to cry out. He pinched the aching tip and twisted it roughly. The ache shot through her limbs to the deep heat of her core. She groaned loudly, relishing the pain the king inflicted. The fingers inside her wriggled and she could feel her slick coating them in abundance.

He withdrew them suddenly, his hand also leaving her breast. She turned, confused but the king went to the window seat and beckoned her to him. With her ruined gown still about her waist she went to him where he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down so that she knelt before him.

"Take me in your mouth," he demanded.

She undid the king's trousers and released the hard and heavily veined length from its bindings. Unsure, she leaned forward and opened her mouth. The king grabbed the back of her neck and drove himself into her throat. She gagged, her hands pushing against him as she tried to fight for air. The relief came when he pulled out slightly, but it was short lived as the thick phallus was rammed back in. Her eyes watering Xxalia concentrated on trying to breathe. He held her with frightening strength, forcing her to take him almost to the hilt. The dark, greying hair that surrounded his great organ tickled her nose as he raped her mouth.

Saliva poured from her lips, her throat sore as he plunged into her. He kept a firm grip on the back of her head as his hips pushed himself into her. She continued to gag and squirm, whimpering as the king's girth filled her windpipe. She began to see stars, her vision blurring until he groaned and held her still. She felt the hot stream of the king's seed fill her mouth. She swallowed as it threatened to choke her. The king pulled out and she coughed and took great gulps of air. She held her neck and she continued to swallow, the taste of the king's cream still prominent in her mouth as she wiped her aching lips with her skirt.




Princess Xxalia Ch. 03



She considered running again as it became apparent how he truly treated his women. Had he been as brutal with her own mother? She made to stand but he had her wrist again, pulling her up to make her sit on the window seat. He pushed up her skirts as he knelt in front of her. She struggled in his grasp, her body wriggling until she suddenly felt the king's mouth on her damp cleft.

"Oh gods," she gasped as she felt his tongue rub over her tiny bud. He licked her over and she shuddered as the sensations travelled through her shaking limbs. Her feet rested on his shoulders her knees splayed. The king's mouth moved vigorously over her swelling flesh and she couldn't help but stroke his head as he lapped at her. He pushed two fingers inside her again and she jolted as he licked and began thrusting them into her.

"Oh yes," she moaned, her legs trembled as her climax mounted. She felt the desire return, the assault on her mouth forgotten as he pumped his fingers and lashed at her nub, "Oh gods," she cried and her orgasm crashed through her. The king's fingers were dripping when he pulled them out. He forced them into her mouth and she moaned piteously, sucking along their length and tasting herself for the first time.

"Take off your gown," he demanded as he stood and pulled off his trousers and shirt. She stepped out of the torn garment and saw the king was once again fully erect. He sat on the window seat and pulled her to him. She barely had time to straddle him as he guided himself to her achingly swollen entrance and bucked up violently, impaling her swiftly. She cried out as he pushed into her, his hands firmly gripping her buttocks. Her small body stretched around him, accommodating his thickness. His hand slapped down hard against her flesh. The sting surged through her and she groaned as he slapped her twice more. Her skin flushed red as the king spanked her.

She could see out of the window again and saw the mother and son in the throes of intercourse once more. She watched mesmerised as the king pushed into her. The son was crying out though she couldn't hear him and the woman held him close as he jerked into her.

The king grunted heavily as he forced himself into her like a battering ram. Xxalia gasped and cried out as he pulled her hips down with every stroke. She clung to him helplessly, her body bouncing on the king's lap, as he invaded her silken folds again and again. She saw the lovers leaving the garden, their arms about each other. Xxalia's cries rang out as she watched them go her punishment for the king's silence, her body given so that she would escape prosecution.

He grabbed a handful of her long white hair, yanking her head back to force her breasts upwards. His mouth claimed them instantly, his teeth pulling and tugging the tender flesh. Xxalia groaned and cried as he ruthlessly tortured the reddened nubs. She straightened as he released her suddenly and watched the power in his eyes as he slapped her buttocks, taking full pleasure in the act of punishing her.

"You like it don't you?" he said breathlessly, "You like to feel pain when you're being fucked."

Xxalia gasped at the crude word and knew it had been a bad decision to follow the king here. She'd never considered sex with him, he was rougher than Bayu, cruel and demanding. It was so very different to be used rather than pleasured.

The king was breathing heavily, his gasps enunciated with a loud groan. Sweat trailed down his temples as he pounded her open thighs. Her bottom glowed red from his continued spankings her breasts aching from his malicious treatment. He wasn't just using her for his own enjoyment she knew he was revelling in the idea of consummating with his enemy's daughter. Her father had only ever made love to her. Bayu had made love to her, what the king was doing had nothing to do with love. 

And yet she couldn't help but enjoy his treatment of her. She relished the way his thick erection plunged into her with powerful thrusts, his hands rough on her most tender of places, his infliction of pain a complete pleasure. Her passage was saturated, coating the king so he glistened as he pummelled her. She rocked her pelvis, anxious to get as much of him inside her with every stroke.

"Yes, yes," she moaned as she held his shoulders for support. Their bodies were slicked with sweat, their exertion now a mix of deep groans and harsh cries. The king grew tense, his focus on her eyes as he rammed himself into her. His hands gripped her buttocks so tightly, his fingernails were biting into her skin.

"Great gods," he roared and she felt his massive organ pulsing strongly inside her. The king's second orgasm pumped her full of his seed, the hot cream splashing thickly against her straining walls. He held her to him in the moments after, their bodies still joined as his erection slowly began to soften. She felt his mouth on her breasts. He sucked at their rose red peaks between breaths. He finally released her and she stood unsteadily, his come trickling between her thighs.

Feeling slightly sore and a little wobbly she picked up her ruined gown and dressed awkwardly. The king was ready before her and he watched her as she studied the damage and tried to cover herself with the tattered remains of her gown.

"You take punishment well," he said, "I wish all reprimands were as easily administered."

She blushed, still trying to cover herself, "I'm grateful for Your Majesty's mercy."

He laughed, tilting her chin and forcing her to look at him, "It was my pleasure," he said. He kissed her mouth softly and almost lovingly before he swept the curtain aside and left the room.

Confused, Xxalia managed to gather her ruined bodice to some degree of modesty before she, too, left the alcove and finally made her way back to her rooms.



Princess Xxalia Ch. 04



 This chapter is dedicated to all the people who took the time to read my story. 

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She was completely naked, the sheets in tangles as the heat from the roaring fire caused her entire body to bead with sweat. A surge of unexpected pleasure rolled through the pit of her stomach sending her deepest senses reeling. With a sigh of ecstasy she moved with it, encouraging it to flow to the very tips of her fingers. A rough and almost primal moan sounded at her ear, Bayu was beneath her as she lay atop him. Her back against his chest her legs spread by his bent knees and his thick, heavy shaft buried deep inside her. She groaned as he teased her breasts, his pelvis rocking to penetrate her soaking passage. He nibbled at her ear and kissed her neck. She turned her head and found his lips, their tongues instantly exploring the contours of their mouths.

She felt the wave of familiarity that heightened her passion. She loved him as brother and lover, her husband to be.

"Bayu," she moaned, her hands reaching above her head to plunge into his reckless hair. She thought of nothing but the moment, relishing in having her body possessed by her strong demanding lover. His hand slid along her abdomen, tracing a scorching line over her pale skin until he reached the feathery white curls between her parted thighs.

"Yes!" she cried as his finger skimmed over her straining pink bud. He pressed firmly against the yielding flesh causing Xxalia to cry out, her hips jerking under his finger, "Bayu please," she begged, her body writhing with the need of release.

Another figure moved in the firelight. King Dahl came into view, naked and glistening in the heat. He climbed onto the bed his impervious manhood twitching with desire as he positioned himself between the lovers' spread thighs. He ran his fingers over her drenched fronds and rubbed the slick over the firm round head of his erection.

Xxalia began to breathe hard, anxious and excited as he leaned over her. One hand supported his weight as the other guided himself to her occupied cleft. Dark green eyes full of purpose held her gaze as the brutal head nudged her.

"Please gods no," she whispered harshly, realising his intent. Her heart raced and she gasped in shock as he pushed hard against her. She whimpered desperately as he tried to join his son, "Please no."

The king breached her tight opening stretching her to capacity as a scream peeled from her lips. Xxalia's back contorted and she clutched his as she struggled for breath. Her legs shook uncontrollably as her inner walls burned with the effort. He forced her to accept his intrusion as he slid inside her fully. Both men lodged themselves deep within her aching passage and her cries became ragged as her muscles rippled and gripped them. 

"Oh gods," she cried as both king and prince drove into her tortured crevice, the double penetration ravaging her body. Bayu spread his knees further to accommodate his father. The princess gasped as her thighs were parted even wider subjecting her to the full onslaught of their thrusting hips. In spite of the torment she had never felt such intense sensations. The vortex of pleasure engulfed her as the two erections continued to push, rubbing against the sensitive flesh of her channel making her pending climax ripple in anticipation. The men groaned in their effort, their bodies pressing hers between them. The prince continued to tease her tortured pearl as the king licked and sucked at her trembling breasts. 

Her incessant cries echoed through the room as the molten heat of her core surged through her limbs until her scream announced the explosion of her orgasm. Sparks of pleasure burst through her body and she shuddered as her muscles clamped down on the two men.

Father and son groaned as they thrust into her their moans accented by her cries as each began to reach his peak. With loud grunts they came in unison and she felt their combined seed saturate her, flooding her womb before it oozed thickly from the sides. They withdrew suddenly and she felt herself spasm with the aftershocks. 

Xxalia woke with a shock, her sheets damp and her body tingling. Breathing hard she knew it to be a dream and at the same time felt bewildered. Was she destined to have both men as lovers? Her encounter with the king was regretful, an event she would have to live with but one she would prefer to forget. She knew for certain that if she stayed in Farentine any longer she would find herself conforming to the needs of both her brother and future father. Much as she loved Bayu her heart was still confused and conflicted. 

With a sigh she slipped her fingers between her thighs and found herself soaking. Her body betrayed her, her desires were strong. The room was still dark with the fire down to embers, but she stroked her begging flesh to emulate the dream's vivid rendition.

The marriage contracts and negotiations between the two nations were near completion; however Xxalia refused to stay in the Farentine kingdom any longer. As winter was only weeks away the princess was compelled to leave before the snows came and blocked the roads. The royal carriage was ready and waiting outside the palace as her staff said their good byes to their new Farentite friends. 

The shameful experience with King Dahl had been two days prior and she was thankful there had been no further rendezvous. Nevertheless she was disappointed she hadn't seen Bayu since he'd taken her in the stable. She learned he'd gone hunting but she couldn't help but wonder if he was still angry with her dreadful behaviour. After she'd discovered her father's betrayal she'd been deeply wounded. Her love for him had been secretly nurtured since she was a small girl and to have him treat her so callously was more than her heart could bear.

The pain had dulled to a throbbing ache but she was pleased to finally be heading home and back to her beloved Corbelay. She was taking one last stroll about the gardens before she was imprisoned in the carriage and forced to endure the tortures of travel sickness. She resigned herself to the fact that Bayu was not going to see her off but she decided it was only fair since she'd treated him abominably after he'd shown her of her father's disloyalty. True, he'd then forced himself upon her but it was a moment of awakening and one she knew she would willingly repeat.

A breeze tugged at her skirts and lifted her long white blonde hair, blowing the changing leaves from the trees as the autumn months dwindled. Cascades of yellow and red fluttered around her as she walked and made her way to the ivy covered arch way, but the garden room was empty, the plants becoming dormant as they prepared for the cold. Once married she promised herself a visit during the spring to see the room come alive again. The tree at its centre was a mixture of green and gold, its leaves falling like feathers. She wandered to the trunk, tracing lines in the bark as she reminisced her time in Farentine.

"Such exquisite beauty," said a voice and she whirled around to see her brother leaning against the ivy arch way, "Was my bride to be leaving without a good bye?"

Her breath caught as her heart suddenly skipped a beat. His wild dark hair fell down his back and he looked at her with his piercing eyes. She saw the similarity in the shape of his nose and the elegant curve of his jaw the shared traits their mother had passed onto them. She knew him to be her brother, and yet couldn't help but be provoked by feelings for him. She'd grown up loving her father and in spite of his betrayal she still did just as strongly. Was there room for her brother? 

Bayu reached her in two strides, pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. She whimpered under his strength but responded, her body instinctively leaning to him.

He pushed her back against the tree, his mouth never leaving hers. His hands smoothed over her bodice, stopping to caress her encased breasts. He yanked at the ribbons, pulling at the fabric until she was bared to him and he immediately took a rosy nipple into his mouth.

"Gods, Bayu," she groaned as his hot mouth suckled her deeply. The cold struck her skin and her body responded, tightening at the sudden chill. She toyed with his hair as he pleasured her, her fingers deftly running through the tangles.

"You want me don't you, tell me you desire me," he said fiercely, his mouth still teasing the taut peak of her breast.

"I, I-" she said, stumbling over the words as he worked her tingling flesh. Her core burned, she felt a yearning for him not unlike that for her father. 

"Say it," he said straightening, his eyes held such an intensity as they looked into hers. He desperately wanted her love, wanted her to love him as she did her father. She felt herself melt, desire scorched her senses and she knew she would always want him.

"I want you," she said.

With a low growl he pushed himself against her so she could feel his desire hard and threatening through her gown. He held her gaze as he hitched up her skirts, his other hand loosening his flies. He grabbed her leg and pulled it to his waist and she felt him seek her entrance, pushing against her drenched folds until he thrust upward, filling her to entirety.

"Oh yes," she cried as he impaled her against the tree, his hips grinding against hers as he buried himself to the hilt. He kissed her neck roughly his firm body pinning her to the trunk. She closed her eyes, gasping with every stroke.

When she opened them she was looking up at the window of the king's room and saw a tall figure standing there, watching them. She knew it was the king but she wasn't ashamed let him witness their coupling. She felt a slight tug deep within and wondered if the king felt at all jealous. The thought made her smile and she continued to look at him her regret and shame evolving into a feeling of gratification. 

Bayu's fingers wriggled between her legs as he found her aching nub and stroked it eagerly. She cried out as her pleasure increased and her legs trembled. She gripped his shoulders, her back pressing against the rough bark. 

"I want to feel you come sister," he said, his voice harsh with lust. His fingers rubbed her so vigorously that Xxalia was gasping and crying out with every thrust. She felt her body shudder as the heat burnt through her limbs. She let out a scream as the wave of her climax broke and she felt herself clench around him. 

Bayu groaned as her grip tightened. He lifted her other leg, pulling it around his waist so that she was wrapped around him. He grunted hard, pummelling her deeply until, with a loud groan, he came. She felt his seed erupt inside her. His rigid manhood pulsing and throbbing as the hot cream saturated her slippery passage. He held her firmly against the tree until his orgasm subsided; their bodies still joined as he kissed her. He withdrew carefully, releasing her legs so she could regain her balance. She glanced up at the window as she straightened her skirts and redid her bodice. The figure watched her for several moments before moving away.

"I'll miss you my sister," breathed Bayu, his arms going around her again as his forehead leaned against hers.

"As I will you," she panted kissing him tenderly, "I've behaved intolerably sweet brother. I must beg your forgiveness."

"I never intended you such pain but I do not regret informing you of the arrangement between our fathers. I can only pray that you heal to your former self. I cannot forgive until you forgive me."

"My darling brother," she whispered and kissed his mouth again, "You're a strength I know I can depend on. Without you I would be drowning in self pity. Promise to always remain true."

"Of course lover," he said, "As my wife you will have my protection. In spite of our fathers' differences we will stand united." 

They shared another heartfelt kiss before they walked to the carriage. He held her hand through the window until the carriage began to move. Just as she had left the palace in Corbelay, she now left Farentine with her brother's seed slick and cooling between her thighs. 

The tavern was small and modest but the princess was thankful to finally stop after a day's long journey. Her stomach was a jumble of knots and she'd had little hope in keeping any of her meals down. They'd been on the road for two day's and Xxalia was beginning to wish she'd never have to travel between the two nations again.

Her maids had settled her in the best room the tavern could offer. It was terribly small with the barest of furnishings but the princess would have been happy with a cupboard if only it contained a bed. She was readying herself for a long awaited sleep brushing her hair and wiping her tired face with a cool, soothing cloth.

Suddenly her door was thrown open. Startled, she dropped the face cloth and whirled around in irritation.

"Father?"

He slammed the door shut, a clear indication that he was in a temper. She had known he would be frantic having heard nothing from her; but she'd been less than caring after the brunt of learning his betrayal. Though his face was dark with anger he was still stunning. Her heart immediately increased its beat at sight of him sending a rush of heat as the blood raced through her veins. Yet the weeks of anguish he'd caused flared inside and she stood defiantly.

"What is the meaning of this, why are you here?" she asked, her eyes blazing, "I don't want to see you."

He was slightly taken aback at her outburst, in spite of his own annoyance he'd been ready to engulf her in his arms until she'd all but spat at him. 

"I've had no word since you left Corbelay. You might have been dead," he thundered, "I wrote and you never replied. I didn't know if you'd arrived safely or if your body lay by the roadside. I've lived in agony since the moment you left Corbelay."

"You've been in agony?" she said her hands balling into fists, "You do not know what suffering is."

"Don't try to assume you know what I've been through," he said glaring at her dangerously, "You're my daughter, I've barely slept. Do you have any idea how desperate I became not knowing how you were? Our son misses his mother, had you forgotten him also?"

Xxalia suddenly stopped. She hadn't thought of her son Wheren for weeks and the image of his sweet face and tiny hands filled her mind. How much had he changed since she left, did he know how much she loved and missed him? She blinked back angry tears after all it had been her father who had sent her away in the first place.

"Would it have mattered? I'm just a pawn in this whole scheme aren't I?" she said. 

"A pawn? What are you saying?" he said confused, "Xxalia, what has happened?"

"I learned the truth," she snapped, "I found out the real reason I'm to marry the prince."

"Oh daughter," sighed the king his anger dissolving in that single moment, "Dahl told you."

"No, Bayu did. The brother I never knew I had, but then Dahl wasn't going to tell me either. Your little conspiracy together failed." 

"Xxalia, let me explain," he said, reaching for her but she took a step back. She wasn't going to let him believe he could smooth it over with a fatherly kiss. It was her life they'd played this senseless game with, her future as the Princess of Farentine reduced to a move on a chess board. 

"It seems the only one with concern for my feelings is my brother. He knew I needed the truth, he felt that I deserved it. That's love Father. A man who barely knows me loved me enough to tell me the truth. I could have hated him for it. But I don't."

"And now you hate me?" he asked.

"No," she sighed pressing her fingers to her temples before she looked at him. Her sickness always left her feeling terribly drained. She wanted nothing more than sleep but knew she deserved an explanation, "I can't hate you Father. But I feel betrayed. I love you so much, how could you do this?"

"Please know that I love you more than life itself," he said and she could see the fire in his eyes as he said it, she also saw the pain, "I've lived with this knowledge for almost twenty years. Don't think I haven't seen a day when I'm not stricken with heartache and guilt."

"You should have told me," she said, looking away from him her defiance melting. She was having trouble staying angry. Just the expression of hurt and remorse on his face was enough to send her into his arms, but she remained firm. 

"I am so very sorry," he said quietly, "But please understand that it wasn't only my life I tried to save. If it had just been that I would have gladly taken their punishment. But when the guards came to Corbelay they threatened your mother. They wanted to take her and force you from her. It would have killed you both. I managed to stall them until you were born. Your mother, gods rest her soul, knew she had to return to Farentine and leave you with me. She was deeply saddened but we both knew it was all we could do to keep you safe."

Xxalia was shocked. Her mother's life, her life, her entire family had been in danger. Had Dahl really planned to have her mother killed just to spite the Corbelean king? She shivered slightly as she remembered the Farentine king's eager mouth on her moist flesh, how he'd thrust himself down her reluctant throat and penetrated her body so roughly she'd still felt him the next day. Anger bloomed as a bitter taste in her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut wishing she could wipe away the afternoon spent with the king of Farentine.

She brushed the memories aside and looked to see tears sliding down her father's cheeks. He was reliving his own memories and she felt herself crumble. Her resolve destroyed, she went to him putting her arms around him leaning her head against his chest. His arms went around her and she felt his warmth and strength.

"When she, after she," he swallowed taking a moment to compose himself. "She died in the moments after you were born. First we were naming you then she was gone. The Farentine guards learned of her death and I was only able to keep you if I promised to give you to the king's son when you were old enough. I was terrified I didn't know what else to do. They threatened us with war and I knew Corbelay would perish. It seemed like such a long time and you were a tiny newborn. When we celebrated your eighteenth year I was anxious but when you came to me with a law of our own, I knew I could keep you for just that little while longer." He pulled her even closer and Xxalia never felt safer.

"You've given me so much joy as I watched you grow and then you honour me by giving me a son and an heir. I've never forgiven myself for what I did, but please understand it was all I could do."

Xxalia felt her own tears fall and she held her father tightly, "I forgive you Father," she whispered and she felt him kiss her hair. But deep down she felt the underlying surge of something dark, almost evil. Dahl had wanted her dead, her mother dead and her father ruined. She couldn't help but feel that he'd been consumed by vengeance when he'd taken her. She swallowed down the rising bile, desperately ashamed that she had succumbed to the king's whim. 

She looked up and saw her father looking at her with such love. He would never know how she'd failed him but she was determined to rectify past wrongs and ensure she would have nothing further to regret. Holding his gaze she slid her hands up his chest and linked her fingers around his neck. She made to kiss him, but he grabbed her and pressed his mouth to hers. She moaned against his lips, her body aching for him to take possession.




Princess Xxalia Ch. 04



"I love you," she whispered against his mouth as he massaged a breast, his fingers teasing the hardened peak through her night gown.

She pulled at his shirt but he tore it from his body, too overcome to let her go even for a moment. She barely had time to slip out of her night gown before he carried her to the small bed and set upon her hungrily. His eager mouth captured a nipple and he forced a groan from her lips. She struggled with his flies as his pending desire strained against the fastenings. These, too, were torn and the garment almost shredded as he freed himself of their restraint. 

He moaned as she took hold of him her tiny hand stroking along his hardened length. She drew her finger around the head and he growled in her ear, his hand plunging between her legs.

She gasped as he found her sweetness rubbing furiously until she was crying out for release. He mounted her swiftly, pulling her legs apart roughly. As her orgasm tore through her, her father entered her burning heat. Her scream echoed throughout the tiny room accompanied by his deep moan as he sheathed himself to the hilt.

She gasped and writhed as her body stretched to contain him. A second orgasm exploding within as her inner walls strained and trembled. She struggled for breath, as she tried to accommodate his immense width. Her arching back finally relaxing as her body accustomed to him.

He buried himself in her slick warm passage his thrusts slow but forceful. Her legs wrapped around him as his penetration urged her hips to tilt upwards with every stroke.

"Gods Xxalia, it's been too long my love," he moaned.

"I have missed you Father," she said, kissing him as he leaned closer to her.

She felt him shudder and knew he would be close as he groaned loudly. Kneeling, he grasped her hips and drove into her. He roared as his orgasm exploded deep inside her emptying the weeks of pent up lust in a torrent. 

Happily spent, he lay down beside her on the tiny bed his arm draped across her ribs. She snuggled into his warmth and slept so soundly that she had almost thought herself back in Corbelay. 

When she woke the next morning her head was cradled by her father's powerful arm. The light through the small window indicated that it was only just dawn. She stretched and noticed that even though he slept, her father had an enormous erection. She peeked under the blanket and saw the shining engorged head. A tapestry of thick veins rippled over the surface down to the lightly haired pouch at the base. A droplet of precum, like a glistening jewel, had escaped the tiny opening and hung like a pendant. Xxalia tentatively used her finger tip to gently swirl the droplet around the bulbous head. The entire phallus twitched and her father groaned, turning to face her in his sleep.

Feeling bolder she slid down under the blanket, laying comfortably on her side, and wrapped her small hand as far as it would go around the hardened organ. He didn't move so she leaned forward and enveloped the head with her mouth. She took an experimental suck which resulted in the king groaning. She stroked the length with her hand, grasping the shaft as firmly as she could as she ran her tongue over the smooth round tip. More precum flowed onto her tongue and she cleaned him eagerly. She sucked at him again, managing to take the entire head into her mouth. 

The king moaned again, waking to exquisite pleasure. She could sense he was trying to focus and understand why he felt such sensations as he saw she wasn't where she should be. She sucked long and languidly, her hand finding a slow even tempo as she stroked him.

"Gods, Xxalia," he said as his hand found the back of her head to caress her hair. He groaned again, clearly the effect she was having on him was being greatly enjoyed.

Her free hand massaged his balls, two large soft globes encased in delicate pale skin. She felt him shudder as she gently tugged and played with them, her mouth working the head as her other hand continued to stroke his velvet manhood.

"Oh daughter," said the king. He held her head firmly, urging a faster pace, "Orton above," he cried. His groans were unceasing, his body trembling as she drew on him with heightened strength. She made herself take him deep into her throat concentrating on holding her breath as she slid his giant erection down her windpipe.

Xxalia's saliva gradually coated the hard length making the surface slippery. She felt his balls clench, the twin orbs preparing to release their precious load. The phallus began to throb and with a sudden jerk and a loud cry her father ejaculated into her throat. The copious amounts of thick cream coursed down her oesophagus. She relished the flavour of her father and marvelled at how different he tasted to King Dahl. She swallowed the last of his seed and with deliberately slow strokes cleaned him thoroughly.

She wriggled back to her previous position, unable to hide the smile as she met her father's gaze. He said nothing but took her in his arms and kissed her, his tongue forcing her lips apart. His fingers plunged between her legs finding her intimate folds soaking with arousal. 

"Oh father," she moaned against his mouth as his urgent fingers rubbed her hardened pearl.

"I've never felt such pleasure," he said thickly, "Touch me again."

She managed to grip his softening length as the tremors of desire coursed through her. She stroked him awkwardly, her hand jerking as her limbs shook involuntarily. The king's fingers were urgent, determined, sending lightening strikes through his daughter's body.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered releasing her unexpectedly.

She complied quickly, her legs splayed as she leaned on her elbows. Her father positioned himself behind her and he entered her swiftly, forcing a cry as she stretched around him. Her wails continued as she felt her body distend, the enormity of his shaft causing her slick channel to burn as he pumped into her.

She was soon covered in sweat as she pushed back against him, her ravaged body determined to engulf as much of him as possible. Her cries reverberated around the tiny room, so much so that they barely noticed when the door was suddenly flung open.

Xxalia screamed when she saw the two large Farentine guards marching into the room. 

"Get out," shouted her father as he withdrew and yanked the blanket from the bed to cover himself. He stood to protect his daughter from the guards' lustful glare. His tall broad form just as intimidating even when partially naked, "How dare you intrude unannounced, leave this instant."

"You are both under arrest," said one of the guards, "You are in violation of the laws of Farentine. Fornication between father and daughter is strictly forbidden."

"I am the King of Corbelay, our laws permit such relations," said the king.

"You're on Farentine soil, our laws prohibit this abhorrent behaviour," sneered the guard.

Xxalia barely registered what happened next. They were allowed to dress before they were escorted out of the tavern and into a waiting wagon. The princess' maids and ladies were screaming in anguish as they watched helplessly behind several more guards. Her Corbelean escort had been disarmed and were standing stiffly, angry at having let down their sovereign. It was then Xxalia realised the extent of her father's desperation to find her – he'd come alone.

The wagon had tall sides and both Xxalia and her father had their wrists shackled to it, forcing them to stand. With a shout and the crack of a whip Xxalia was headed back to the Farentine palace. She could see the anger pulsing in the tendons of the king's neck furious at being treated like a common criminal. In his eyes their act of love was just but try as he might to explain the guards were unmoved.

The constant swaying of the wagon caused her motion sickness to surge within her, but she found the open wagon lessened her nausea unlike the closed in carriages. They travelled to the jeers of Farentite villagers who came out of their homes to see who had been apprehended. Ignorant as to the circumstances of the prisoners' crimes, all they wanted was to see another's misfortune. 

"Someone informed the authorities," said her father as the wagon jolted and creaked along the rough road. Xxalia's wrists were already chafing as the harsh metal scraped her tender skin, "Someone heard us, knew us to be father and daughter."

Xxalia nodded sadly. She hadn't expected this. How was it possible that the love between two people would have such dire consequence? She remembered the mother and son as they made love in the palace gardens. There were no doubt others, loving couples living under the threat of severe punishment because of a law that prevented them from finding happiness. It angered her to think that she would be a part of that law once married to Bayu. She would be queen of a kingdom that allowed brother to marry sister but turned against fathers and daughters, mothers and sons. Something had to change.

"Father what is to become of us?" she asked. 

"I don't know my daughter," he said his eyes full of apprehension, "Pray King Dahl is a merciful man."

She shook her head bitterly as she knew Dahl was anything but a merciful king. With threat of punishment of fifty lashes he had forced her to submit to his carnal wants. She'd been naïve and unsure, believing her actions to require reprimand. She now knew the king had used her, taken her as his enemy's daughter and had enjoyed that very fact.

After two and a half days travel the Farentine palace came into view. They were separated at the dungeons and no amount of screaming on Xxalia's part stopped the guards from dragging her away from her father. The king shouted after her, telling her to be strong and that he would see her soon.

She was ruthlessly stripped and had her head shaved. King Dahl's words of guards assaulting female prisoners echoed through her mind and she cried in silent terror as the long white locks fell to the cold stone floor. She was dressed in a simple grey shift and given a tattered shawl for warmth. 

Her feet were bare as she walked passed the other cells. Screeching women thrust their hands out to grab at her, screaming obscenities and spitting at her. Terrified though she was she kept her eyes on the floor and followed her escort of guards down several flights of stairs until the only light was that of their torches. They opened a thick heavy door with bars in a small opening. She stepped inside just as the door slammed shut and the key was turned in a rusting lock. 

She knew she was alone. Even the cries of the women didn't reach the foul smelling cells down this far. Completely blind as there was no light, she cautiously felt her way around until she found a block of stone against the wall to serve as her bed. She curled upon it and spent her first night in the Farentine dungeon crying.



Princess Xxalia Ch. 05



Princess Xxalia trembled with cold on the freezing slab of stone that had been her bed for the last three months. Alone in the cold dark cell she had little hope of knowing when she would be freed, if she was to be freed. With no light visible she was unable to determine day from night and her only method of counting the days was when the blind and deaf mute came to deliver her meals, a bowl of broth and a chunk of stale bread. 

She thought a lot about her father King Trayk praying he fared better but realising deep down he was more than likely in as hopeless a situation as she was if not worse. King Dahl was making it blatantly clear how he felt about her father and the relationship he had with his daughter.

For many nights she had only thought about her son Wheren and it was then that her tears would flow and the despair of separation from her precious little boy squeezed mercilessly at her heart. She often thought of Corbelay, her homeland and her people now without their king. She knew her son would be well cared for but wondered if her people had any notion as to what had happened within the royal family.

Sometimes she thought of her brother and considered that perhaps he had no idea of her predicament since he would surely have seen her freed. Bayu was very much in love with her, was that love strong enough for him to defy his father? And it was then that her mind reached King Dahl, a ruler whose pitiless laws forbade relations between fathers and daughters, mothers and sons. A law that saw her thrown into the dungeon, left to die in the icy cell.

She flexed her back and gently caressed the small round bump of her once flat stomach again contemplating for the millionth time who the father of her baby was. It was surprising enough when she found herself expecting but as she mulled over the events she realised the father could be any one of three men. Her father King Trayk, her brother Prince Bayu and her future father King Dahl had all shared her within days of each other. 

She began a lullaby, singing softly to her unborn when she heard voices. Startled and at first wondering if they were in fact in her head, she climbed off the slab and went to her cell door. Although completely blind in the darkness she had come to know every nook and cranny of her cell and was able to reach the bars at the small window of the door.

Torch light bloomed from the top of the staircase that led out of the cellblock and two shadows emerged and crept along the wall descending the stairs as quietly as possible. She made to call out since it was the first person she had seen that could also see her and understand her condition. But her cry died on her lips as an older looking guard and a much younger woman came into view. He seemed more at ease with his surroundings while she looked all about her as they stepped down into the large common area of the cell block. The guard walked across the room and touched the flame to the dry kindling in what Xxalia could then see was a huge fire place, illuminating the chamber and giving her full sight for the first time in months. She blinked at the sudden brightness as her eyes adjusted and saw that the room was circular with several cell doors along the wall. She felt the fire's distant breath, warm and comforting and longed to sit before it and bring feeling back to her numbed limbs.

The man secured the torch in a bracket and took a large bundle of blankets from the girl. She was looking about her curiously as he spread the quilts before the fire.

"No one comes down here," he said.

The girl turned at the sound of his voice, and became aware of the makeshift bed on the floor. Xxalia saw the uncertainty on her young features. Her figure was slim and athletic with small shapely breasts and slender hips.

"Grandpapa, why did you bring me here?" she asked, but the look in her eye indicated that she already knew.

"Sweet girl, you asked that I arrange this. Do you not wish to conceive?"

"I asked as a desperate woman but we are both married. If discovered our punishment would be severe, we shouldn't follow through," she said with a note of genuine concern in her voice.

"Vetine, my darling granddaughter, your marriage to Dariel was conducted during his absence as your parents felt he was an ideal match considering his noble birth. In spite of the union being against your wishes, he comes this very night to bed you. If you do not lie with me you will certainly bear his child."

Vetine looked away and Xxalia could see she was visibly torn though a child with her grandfather seemed the more desirous prospect to one with her husband. But the princess had heard the concern in her voice. The sentence for this pair was undoubtedly as brutal as what the princess now endured.

The older man, though her grandfather, was still spritely and far from conforming to an elderly disposition. His unruly hair was only just shot through with grey giving him a look of maturity rather than age. Xxalia realised he must be unaware of her presence here in spite of his guard's uniform.

He carefully removed his armour and tunic and stood in simple under garments. Xxalia saw tears on Vetine's cheeks as she slowly removed her heavy cloak and gown. The firelight glowed on her bronze skin, her tangles of black hair running well past her backside. Her grandfather groaned at the sight of her and Xxalia was amused to see how quickly he finished undressing.

"I have not had a man before this day," said Vetine. The fear prevalent in her eyes as she looked at her grandfather's rigid manhood. With renewed determination, or the notion of getting the event over and done with she wiped away the tears and lay on the blankets. Her grandfather knelt beside her and gently parted her legs.

"I must lie here," he said, stroking the quivering flesh over her lower abdomen. His fingers caressed the tight black curls and Xxalia heard Vetine gasp. Her grandfather massaged her sweet spot, his fingers delving between the folds. Vetine's legs quaked but she closed her eyes fighting to keep them apart.

She gasped as he caressed her, his fingers sliding carefully along the moist pink petals. He began to stroke himself as he touched her, his groans echoing around the chamber.

"You are ready," he said and moved to lie between the girls' thighs.

Xxalia saw him guiding himself to his granddaughter's virgin gate. The thick blunt head pressing eagerly against the girl's yielding flesh.

Vetine whimpered as she felt him strain against her unexplored entrance, "Wait," she said, her voice cracking as she winced in sudden pain. But with a hearty groan he drove forward, entering her forcefully. Her scream echoed throughout the dungeon as he pierced her maidenhead. His cry continuing until his firm length was fully sheathed by his untried granddaughter.

"Please Papa, no," she cried as he began thrusting into her. His hips rocked and his buttocks clenched as he rammed into her torn innocence. His moaning reverberated around the chamber accompanied by his granddaughter's sobs. 

"Gods you feel good," he murmured as he pushed into her.

"Papa no," she sobbed though her voice now seemed resigned to the fact that her grandfather would have her completely. 

"Bear my child Vetine," he mumbled as the pleasure enveloped him.

Their bodies shone in the firelight, Vetine's grandfather slicked with sweat from the exertion of plundering his granddaughter. Xxalia watched him kneel and take hold of her hips, pulling her onto him as he thrust forward.

"Gods Vetine," he grunted his movements jerking and urgent.

"Papa," she whimpered as she clutched the blankets, succumbing to his need.

He cried out suddenly, bending over her as his hips bucked. He groaned again and collapsed. She held him awkwardly as he panted hard against her, his body heavy between her parted thighs.

"Rest a moment," he murmured as he withdrew and a small trail of cream leaked onto the blanket. He eased himself beside her his softening shaft glistening in the firelight. Vetine clamped her legs shut and tried to control the sobs that wracked through her body. Regret was a hard burden and Xxalia wondered if the girl would conceive her grandfather's child. Her hand slid down to the slight rounding of her belly. Her only regret was allowing King Dahl to bed her. She hoped and prayed that the child she carried did not belong to the king of Farentine.

She left her tiny window as the pair dressed and departed. They threw the blankets onto the fire, destroying the blood and come stains which would serve as proof of their joining should their affair be discovered. 

A week later, another light filtered through her cell window. She looked through the bars and saw two guards come down the stairway. She stepped away from the door as it was unlocked and thrown open. One clamped irons on her wrists and pulled her from the cell by the chain, the other followed behind her. 

"What of my father?" she asked but the guards remained silent. She was led back up through the stairways and cell blocks, passed several shrieking female occupants and out into the sunlight. She cringed, blinking furiously in the bright light but eventually saw for the first time how filthy she had become. Her hands and feet were almost black with grime her grey shift was even more ragged and was closer to being the colour of charcoal. She didn't even want to think of the state of her hair. It had grown a couple of inches but was still a long way from the waist length curtain of white she'd been quite proud of.

She was led into a large open hall with tiered seating and an ornate throne at one end. The guards took her to the centre of the floor where she was shackled to a sturdy wooden post roughly the same height as her shoulders. She looked around at the hundreds of Farentine faces staring down at her all regally dressed in expensive silks and dripping with bright jewels. They rose suddenly as the king of Farentine entered and took his place on the throne. Xxalia hadn't considered how she'd feel if she saw her father's enemy again. With knowledge of what he truly meant to do to her father and her long dead mother she felt resentment and anger. She straightened her back and looked at the king, determined to stay strong in spite of her circumstances.

Once seated the unnerving silence was broken when a man stood with an open scroll and addressed the attendants.

"This woman is charged with the illicit act of fornication with her natural father. It is alleged that she wilfully had intercourse with her male parent as witnessed by the royal guard at the time of her arrest."

"Name?" asked the king, his eyes watching her intently.

"Xxalia," said the scrollbearer.

The king didn't move, his penetrating gaze locked with hers. Try as she might she could feel her stomach surge under his elegant countenance. He didn't look away he didn't move at all he simply watched her as she stood trembling.

"The prisoner is not Farentine," said the king.

"No majesty," said the scrollbearer, "She is native to the province of Corbelay."

"Corbelean law allows relations between father and daughter?"

"So it would seem Your Majesty."

"How do you plead?" he asked her, the green fire of his eyes like sunlight through a forest.

"My love for my father is innocent," she said swallowing to relieve her dry throat. She knew the king was goading her. He was well aware that Corbelean law allowed the union of father and daughter. He also knew she had born her father a son. This pretence was for the nobles he now sat before.

"On the contrary, Your Highness, it is heinous!" said the king, his glare suddenly flaring, "I would have thought you would come to realise this after spending all those nights alone in the dark. Are you not the least bit remorseful?"

"I love him more than ever," she grated out between clenched teeth.

"Such a pity," said the king, "Name the charge."

"For the wilful act of fornication with a parent, the prisoner is sentenced to one hundred lashes," said the scrollbearer.

"Have you anything to say for yourself, princess?"

"I only ask for leniency in that I am with child," she said.

"What?" the king suddenly sat forward, his hands clasping the arms of his throne, "When?"

"I conceived in the days prior to my capture," she replied.

The king suddenly stood, walking directly for her. She cringed slightly, her arms pulling involuntarily against her shackles as the imposing king drew near. His eyes never left hers as he took a handful of her tattered shift and tugged it to the side. Her stomach bulged against the fabric, her pregnancy undeniable. 

"Did the guards touch you?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

"No majesty, I was left quite alone in my cell."

"Who then?"

"Bayu," she said quickly praying her face did not give away her true torment.

The king hesitated a moment and she feared he would call her bluff. He had seen his son take her in the garden, surely he had no choice but to agree that the child was his grandchild? "The marriage will go ahead regardless of the contract. No Farentine child of royal blood will be born out of wedlock."

He let the shift go and turned to the man who held the scroll.

"The prisoner is acquitted," he shouted so the rest of the assembly could hear, "Remove all records of the crime against the princess and ensure she is well taken care of."

Still in shock, Xxalia was quite overcome when her Farentine maids scrubbed every speck of the dungeon from her and bathed her in sweet scents. She was dressed to perfection in an exquisite gown and had her hair cleansed and styled. They tutted over her short crop but resorted to simply framing her face and sliding pretty jewelled combs in it.

Once more receiving the treatment befitting a princess she slept in the softest of beds but woke in the night trembling as the memories of her isolation in the cold wet dungeon haunted her dreams. The following morning she was brought breakfast on a golden tray. Her new Farentine maids seemed unopposed to the Corbelean princess and fussed over her as her Cobelean maids had done.

Determined to see her father she hurried along the corridor the moment she'd been dressed and her maids excused. 

"Hurrying to find me?" asked a low but extremely familiar voice from a dark hallway that led off the main corridor.

"Bayu!" she stopped suddenly, the prince's presence taking her breath as he came into view and leaned against the wall.

He was upon her in an instant his hands clenching her arms, his mouth hot and insistent on her lips.

"I prayed for your return," he murmured against her neck, "I longed to hold you and kiss you. My father said you had only arrived yesterday."

Xxalia then knew that her brother was unaware of her confinement within the palace dungeon.

He reached up and plunged his hands into her short hair, dragging her head back so he could hungrily kiss her neck. 

"You cut your hair, it suits you," he said his body moving against hers.

"Bayu," she sighed, her thoughts suddenly blurred as her brother inflamed her with desire.

His hand went to her belly and he suddenly drew back, looking at her questioningly.

"You are with child?" 

"Yes," she hesitated but in spite of her lust addled thoughts her instinct told her to keep up the ruse as she had done with the king, "Our child will be born in the summer."

"Our child?"

"I carry your baby, my brother." 

His smile could not have been broader and he pulled her to him, kissing and caressing, his joy at her pregnancy apparent.

"You are happy then?" she asked since she'd never known how her brother would feel about her bearing his children.

"This is the happiest news. An heir on the way," he said stroking her belly, "We will wed soon to ensure he is born in wedlock."

There was no opportunity to get to the dungeons as Bayu refused to let her leave his side. She was unsure if she should tell him of her arrest and imprisonment. He knew nothing of her ordeal and she was reluctant to divulge the passed few months. The king had chosen not to tell his son, obviously telling him she'd returned to Corbelay and now was in Farentine to wed and give birth. Despite her hidden knowledge she enjoyed being close to him. Bayu loved her and saw to her every need. With the added fact that she now carried his child he became extremely protective.

"Come to my chamber," he breathed. They had just finished the evening meal and Xxalia was preparing to return to her chambers.

His eyes smouldered, their blue green depths endless and she found herself desiring him.

He did not let her answer but took her hand and pulled her after him. His room was exquisite with an enormous bed and all manner of exotic furnishings and luxuries embellished the room's space.

No sooner was the door closed when he pulled her to him. His mouth was on hers demanding and urgent.

"I have missed you so much," he whispered.

"I missed you too."

"You never wrote, I feared I might have lost your love," his hands tugged at the ribbons of her bodice. He unlaced it then slid his hands under the fabric to slide it off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet exposing her to his appreciative gaze. "You are so beautiful."

She gasped as his mouth went to her tightened nipple drawing against the bud until she groaned. He caressed her stomach, adoring her pending motherhood.

He picked her up and placed her gently on the bed, his eyes raking over her, taking in every inch of her ripening body. She watched him undress, smiling coyly as he slid out of his shirt and trousers his long manhood thick and erect. He lay beside her, his hands eager to keep touching her. She reached for him, her delicate hand encircling the rigid girth. He grunted at her touch, it had been just as long for him. Their mouths met and she eagerly sucked on his lips and tongue. He slid a hand between her legs which she parted compliantly, her crevice already soaking.

"Bayu yes," she moaned as he slid over her swollen pearl, his slippery fingers sliding into her and out to scorch across her aching bud, "Please brother."

He watched her writhe under his fingers, his smile at the power he wielded making her groan. Her hand squeezed him and he grunted as she began to lose control.

"Gods you're wet," he murmured kissing her ear and jaw.

"Bayu, I'm coming," she gasped the fire in her limbs making her tremble. The pit of her stomach swirled as the molten pleasure surged through her body. She cried out as her climax crashed over her. Her body gripped her brother's finger, milking it futilely as he continued to slide in and out of her drenched folds. She clutched her stomach holding on as the waves threatened to carry her away. 

He drew lazy circles around her pulsing bud as her orgasm receded and her body relaxed. He eased himself between her parted thighs and found no resistance as he pushed into her.

"Gods, sister," he groaned as he slid to the hilt, her soaking curls pressing against his heated groin. He held himself above her, ensuring no weight pressed on his unborn. His buttocks clenched as he thrust into her deeply, his knees drawing up and forcing her legs to spread wider and accept more of him.

He panted with every stroke, his gasping breaths loud as he pushed into her. She opened to him, wrapping her legs about him, stroking his heated flesh as his powerful rhythm rocked them in unison.

Bayu's long rebellious hair swung down, surrounding her so that his scent encompassed her senses. She breathed him in, relishing his maleness and thought to toy with her breasts as he watched.

"Gods, yes Xxalia," he moaned, his eyes fixed on the trembling globes. She pulled at a nipple, groaning as the spark of pleasure shot through her.

"I'll finish too soon if you torment me," he grated. He put his weight on one arm and with the other slid his hand between their bodies, finding her hard.




Princess Xxalia Ch. 05



"Oh yes," she cried as his fingers immediately set to rubbing her straining nub. Her core was drenched and she could hear his fingers slipping through her slick as he pinched and teased her.

She reached up pulling him to her, awkwardly kissing him as he continued to plunge into her. His fingers increased their quest and the heat of her second climax scorched through her limbs until the inevitable explosion tore through her.

She screamed as her body clamped down on her brother's firm rigidity. He grunted as her muscles worked him and knelt back to pull her hips onto his forcefully. Her cries continued as her brother drove into her his strength apparent as her body jerked hard with every stroke.

With a loud and sudden roar Bayu came, his seed a torrent within his sister, her passage awash with his cream. He withdrew and collapsed beside her, panting as he reached for her. She cuddled to him, enjoying the feel of his sweat soaked body. She kissed his chest as he kissed her forehead.

He pulled the blanket over them and she was happy to fall asleep in her brother's arms. 

The princess rose early and was able to slip out of her brother's chamber without him waking. Dressed in the gown she'd worn the day before and wrapped in one of Bayu's cloaks she hurried to the dungeons. It was still early morning and the light of dawn was only just starting to filter through the palace. She ordered the guards admit her and they dutifully did as she commanded in spite of the confusion as to why the Corbelean princess should want to visit such a vile place at such an early hour.

She realised very few people knew of hers and her father's ordeal. A fact that made the resentment and anger against King Dahl coil tighter within her heart.

The men's prison was a mirror of the female wing so she procured a torch and went down the stairs alone paying no heed to the guards that nothing was down there but filth and rats.

She reached the final cellblock, and recognised the layout of the chamber as similar to where she'd been imprisoned.

"Father?" she called, concerned that her voice would carry up the stairs. She was certain he would have been locked up in the same conditions as herself but worried that he was in a different location.

"Xxalia?" said a croaking voice.

Relief swept through her as she grabbed the ring of rusting keys hanging from a nail. She unlocked the cell door and pushed it open. The dark cell was intimidating as it had only been a few days since she'd escaped such surroundings. She slipped inside and put the torch in a wall bracket where the flame spread its light across the oppressing blackness. 

Lying on the same kind of stone slab as she had was the ghostly form of a malnourished and tortured man. She went to him without hesitation, kneeling on the damp floor to cradle his head. He was freezing so she pulled off the cloak and wrapped it around him.

"Thank gods I found you," she said seeing his confusion as he looked at her.

"You're here," he said, a trembling hand moving to gently touch her cheek. He struggled to sit and tears filled her eyes as she saw what her father had become. His ribs showed and the once sleek muscles were wasting on his bones. His pale skin was grey with grime and his once long ivory hair was now short and matted with filth. His face was gaunt and a grizzled beard covered his former powerful jaw.

He reached for her short hair, fingering the trimmed edges, "Your beautiful hair," he whispered.

She clung to his frozen fingers, pressing them against her face, "I've missed you so much."

"You've been freed?" he said wiping her tears with his thumb.

"Yes," she said.

"Will they allow you safe passage to Corbelay?"

"No Father," she said looking at him sternly, "I'll not leave you behind."

"Do as I say daughter," he said gruffly.

"I cannot leave, I am forced to stay," she said wishing she didn't have to confess her condition.

"Dahl holds me over you?" he asked, sounding confused.

"I am with child," she said resolutely.

The king stared at his daughter, disbelief plain on his face to be replaced by concern.

"All the more reason to leave," he said but she placed a finger on his lips. She moved to sit beside him placing his hand on the small mound of her abdomen. The king blinked in amazement as he felt the distinct curve through her gown.

"The child could be yours or Bayu's," she said swallowing hard as tears began to flow. She stopped herself from admitting that the child could also be his enemy's.

"Oh daughter," said the king and he pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers to desperately rekindle their love. He broke away suddenly, his eyes full of question, "What of the Farentine law of no child born out of wedlock? Surely Dahl would never allow his own flesh and blood to be born with that stigma?"

"I'm to marry Bayu."

"And will the king be so happy for you to wed should the child be mine?" he said with a bitter chuckle. 

"He doesn't know it could be yours," she said quietly, refusing to meet her father's gaze.

"Xxalia, my love, do you realise what will happen if the child is Corbelean?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll do what I can to see you free."

"No," said the king sternly, "As soon as you can you must leave, get out, take the first horse you come by -"

She silenced him with a kiss, her warm tongue delving into his mouth.

He responded, unable to control his desire to possess and protect her. He held her fiercely, his arms about her, holding her body against him.

She felt how cold he was through her gown and pulled at the ribbons that held her bodice prising it apart to expose her breasts. She shivered at the sudden cold of the dungeon but climbed onto her father's lap and pressed herself to him, his cold chest against her warm one. She felt her nipples respond to the cold, tightening to hardened peaks. 

Her legs straddled her father's thighs and she reached between them and found him hard with yearning, straining against his trousers. He groaned at her touch through the fabric and she released him in an instant, her hand gripping his length. She stroked his long thick erection as she kissed him, her mouth open, her tongue eager. Guiding him to her, she carefully eased herself down as her father's impressive girth parted her feathery curls before breaching her opening. She gasped as he pushed beyond her gate, a groan escaping him as she forced herself to accommodate him.

"Oh gods," she shuddered as her father's full width stretched her wide. She clung to his shoulders, her passage straining to accommodate the king's thick shaft.

He held her to him until he was fully sheathed his daughter groaning as he filled her to entirety. She trembled and he could feel her inner walls spasming as they clenched and stretched around him. She kissed him and caressed his head, furious that his glorious white mane had been cut.

Then slowly, trying to savour every moment she began to slide up and down her father's rigid length undulating her hips as her belly pressed against him. He moaned with each stroke as she urged him deep inside her, his arms wound around her his mouth moving desperately over hers.

"I love you Father," she whispered as their hips met and she felt his body tense, eager to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

"I love you my daughter," he said holding her to him as she moved against him.

She kept the tempo slow, wanting the moment to last forever where her father would be a part of her, joined to her, sharing her as she was him. He suddenly tensed, his whole body becoming rigid as his orgasm built. She held him to her breast and he kissed her sweet peaks until he grunted and she felt him pulse and throb inside her, his seed a hot wave as it surged into her passage.

"Remember I love you," she said, kissing him gently as she slid off him and adjusted her bodice.

"Remember I love you," he repeated, retying his trousers and standing to hold her and claim one last kiss. It broke her heart to leave him but she had no way of helping him escape. The guards would be on them in a heartbeat. With a final kiss she took the torch and closed the door, locking it with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. Tears streamed down her face as she looked back into the cell and by her gloomy torch light saw the king of Corbelay standing cold, hungry and broken. She vowed to do whatever was in her power to see her father free.