3 comments/ 62318 views/ 27 favorites Lady Peasant Ch. 01 By: Goldeniangel Lady Gwendolyn sighed as she looked out her window. The fair girl was a lovely brunette 18 years old and still unwed, with hair that hung past her waist in silky ripples when she wore it down. Every morning her maid Brandy would put braid it into 2 long braids and wrap it around her head, braided loops making it even wavier in the evenings when she brushed it out. Ample bosom heaving as she sighed wistfully, pretty amber colored eyes looked out over the fields and acres of her father's land… all those beautiful fields and forests and she was never able to leave the grounds of the keep where she lived. Noble ladies weren't allowed to do anything interesting, she thought. Making a face, she retreated back inside and called for her maid. At the very least she could go out into the keep's garden and pretend that she was outside for real. Twenty minutes later there was a frown on her pretty brow… Brandy was no where to be found. Thinking that her maid might be in the laundry getting new clothes for the next day, she headed into the bowels of the keep to where the clothes were cleaned. There was no one there. About to leave, a pile of clothing that the female servants wore caught her eyes and she froze with a sudden thought… did she dare? Looking around to be absolutely sure she was unobserved, Lady Gwendolyn of Pennybrooke Keep picked up a complete maid's outfit and hugged it as she snuck back up to her rooms. Stuffing the clothes into one of her personal boxes that she kept stationary, pens, and other things in, she marveled at her own naughtiness. Well, she didn't have the courage to try the plan that was turning over in her head yet… but she might later. At any rate, now she had what she needed if she did decide to do it. Giggling at her deliciously naughty secret the pretty brunette Lady tucked the box under her bed and went off into the keep as the chapel bells chimed the dinner hour. ************************* A few days later she was sufficiently bored that her courage was gathering… and there seemed to be the perfect opportunity as Brandy was feeling rather ill. Pretending that she felt ill herself, she assured her maid that she would be perfectly fine as the sickly blonde tucked her into bed. Her heart was pounding, and she was sweating a little, enough to convince her ill maid that she was genuinely feeling unwell. With her best "Lady of the House" voice she told her father's manservant that she would be in bed that afternoon and did not want to be disturbed at all so that she may rest. Ever since the death of her mother when she was 10 her father had spoiled her outrageously. There would be no question of anyone disturbing Lady Gwendolyn's rest, his head would be on a platter and served to her by her own father if anyone were to do anything against his dear daughter's will. Especially when she was feeling unwell. Heart pounding madly in her chest, she waited until there was total silence in her rooms, her wing of the keep emptied out of everyone but her and her sick maid. She knew that Brandy would be sleeping soundly because of the sleeping potion she'd drunk before putting her Lady to bed. Creeping out from beneath the coverlets she pulled the box with her secret in it from the bed. Laying the simple white cotton blouse with the tan skirt on the bed, she smoothed some of the wrinkles from the pieces of clothing. Dressing quickly, she pulled the pins from her braids so that they hung down her back, two simple peasant girl braids. She wrapped her head in a blue scarf that she'd found in Brandy's room and snuck out by the back stair. No one even really glanced at her as she moved quickly along the walls, heading for the closest gate into the meadow. Filled with triumph and happiness at her newfound freedom. Laughing gaily she skipped through the meadow and began to wander along the edge of the forest, picking flowers as she went. Finally free… finally able to do whatever she wanted… her heart felt really light for the first time in her life. Dashing madly, she laughed and skipped, singing high "La!'s" at the top of her voice as she twirled and pirouetted… and then came to a sudden stop as she felt someone's eyes watching her. Looking curiously around, she was quite startled when a tall handsome man in dark peasant's garb seemed to materialize out of the woods. Heart pounding, mouth dry with the sudden fright, she realized that his clothing had allowed him to blend in with the woods. "Hello," he said, smiling gently, hands held out so that she could see he held nothing. "Hello," she replied softly, her hands clutching at the bouquet of flowers she had picked, pressed tightly against her stomach where butterflies were still fluttering. "I'm sorry," he said, still smiling, his deep brown eyes looking into her amber ones, running one hand though his longish dark brown hair, "I didn't mean to startle you, you just looked so pretty and happy running around… I couldn't help but watch you." A delicate flush infused Gwendolyn's cheeks as he complimented her, she was used to the courtly compliments paid by visiting knights and Lords, but this was different. He really meant it otherwise he wouldn't have said it, "It's just such a beautiful day," she said shyly, "And I was enjoying it greatly." Laughing gently he teased her, "I hope you're still enjoying it." "Oh yes!" she exclaimed, as she realized her words could have been taken as an insult, the pink in her cheeks getting a little brighter, "I didn't mean that I wasn't anymore." "Don't worry I don't take insult," he put his hands in his pockets as he smiled at her, "My name is Al." "Hello," said Gwendolyn, thinking fast - obviously she couldn't give her real name, "I'm Gwen." "Gwen," he repeated, "pretty name for a pretty girl." The pink in her cheeks deepened to a color closer to red. "Do you come here often?" she asked hastily, trying to ignore the heat in her face. "No, but I may start to if you do," brown eyes traveled over her face as she shyly looked away. Trying to ease some of her discomfort, "Here, let me help you pick some more flowers." Startled, she looked up at him and their eyes locked again, "You pick flowers?" the surprise was obvious in her voice. "Well, I will be now." He had a very charming and handsome smile, and she felt her heart melt a little. Shy at first, he slowly opened her up as they chatted about harmless things. When he asked about her family she said that they worked in the keep, the lie tripping easily off her tongue. Questioning him she found that his family was in the next town, and that he'd just wanted to get away for some time to himself and had walked along the woods until he'd come to this field. Commenting that it was a very long walk, she got nothing more from him than a nod, but she didn't press it. Perhaps he was really from one of the very poor families in the village and didn't want to admit it. And she didn't really want too many questions about her own person anyway, so she kept the talk to the weather and what was happening in each of their respective keeps. As they talked she became convinced that he really was from the village outside the King's castle, he knew much of the comings and goings of the royal court. Although her father's keep was very close to the castle, only an hour ride by carriage and less by horse, she didn't always get to hear that much of the court. It made for interesting gossip as he told her about all the visitors that came and went from the castle there, and described to her the way the castle looked from the outside. She'd never actually seen it, or been to court… her father kept his beloved daughter well-sheltered. Smiling as they talked she began to really relax and enjoy his company. He was just as interesting - if not more so - than the men who came to her father's keep, and was genuinely interested in her rather than just talking to her for show. It was a wholly different experience and the afternoon hours wiled by pleasantly, as she laughed at his jokes and even made a few of her own. Hands reached for the same pretty red flower and their fingertips touched, startled she straightened at the same time as he did and suddenly found that they were standing very very close together. In fact their faces were only inches apart, and her head was tilted up towards him, his brown eyes piercing her amber ones and it felt like the world had frozen around them. Her breath caught in her throat as they gazed into each other's eyes, and she could feel his fingers entangled with hers. His hand began to slowly pull her closely towards him as her heart pounded… And in the village the chapel bells began to ring. Gasping, she pulled away from him, "I have to go! The bells, I must go, I'm sorry…" "It's ok," he pressed the flowers that he had gathered towards her, and brought the soft hand that had been intertwined with his up towards his mouth. Kissing the back of her hand gently, he gazed at her, "I'll be here the day after tomorrow in the afternoon again if you think you can get away." Numbly, unable to speak, she nodded, and then reluctantly pulled away to run across the meadow. As she looked back he was still watching her while she went through the gate into the keep's walls, handsome and relaxed. Rushing to her room, she looked down at the meadow where they had spent the afternoon… but there was no sign of him at all. Quickly, she changed into her nightdress, shoving her maid outfit back into the box and pushing it under the bed. Sliding beneath her violet coverlet she nestled down into the bed and waited. Soon the bells struck again, ringing out the dinner hour and Brandy came bustling into the room. "My Lady? Are you feeling well enough to go to dinner?" Gwendolyn yawned as if she had just woken up, "Yes Brandy, I'm feeling much better." And she was… her whole body felt energized and awake. As her maid dressed her and pressed her out the door for dinner she couldn't help but give one last wistful glance back out her window at the empty meadow. Lady Peasant Ch. 02 The next day seemed to go by achingly slow as Lady Gwendolyn waited impatiently for the afternoon when she could go to the meadow and meet Al again. Not only was he charming and handsome... but he was exciting... something new that she had never experienced before. Her life had been incredibly boring before, just day after day of the same things, now she had something new to look forward. Freedom from the keep and all its repetitions would have been enough to entice her, but having the excitement that had coursed through her at the end of their last meeting just made it all the more enticing. Preparing for another afternoon of "illness", the night before she pretended to be feeling a little sickly and to only pick at her food... really though she ate plenty to fill her stomach it was just tidbits and nibbles eaten over a long period of time. In the morning she "tried" to feel better by going out in the garden with Brandy, walking through the sweet-scented flowers and elaborately pruned bushes. Artfully, she sat on a bench every time she came to one, pretending some weariness. It all paid off, by the afternoon her pretty blonde maid was insisting that her Lady take some rest, she would make her excuses to the household. Hiding her eagerness Gwendolyn got into bed, and told Brandy that she would take her sleeping potion and just rest for the afternoon... her maid was free to go out. Happily, the bouncy buxom blonde scampered out the door, intent on hunting down the stable boy she had been charming. Once her quick steps faded from earshot, Gwendolyn hurriedly changed her clothing and snuck out of the keep. Really, everything was so much easier in these clothes! With her hair covered and in simple cotton clothes she really looked no different from any number of young girls who lived within the keep and the surrounding village. It was quite easy to walk freely down the street to the gate where she could meet Al in the meadow. What she hadn't been expecting were some of the frank gazes and crude suggestions that were made to her occasionally by passing young men, admiring her fit figure in the simple cloth. Any of them would have died of shock and fear upon learning her true identity, but Gwendolyn didn't know that so cheeks just flushed prettily as her steps minced her closer to her much-anticipated meeting. Running out into the field, she spotted Al waving to her at the far end and she ran laughing to him, actually plunging past him into the forest. Calling after her and laughing he chased her, and they ran happily through the trees and brush, playfully yelling teasing insults at each other. Gwendolyn hadn't had so much fun since she was a child playing tag. Eventually, breathless, she allowed him to catch her, shrieking merrily as he appeared in front of her from around a large tree. His arms flying about her waist, he pulled her to the ground with him, both of them giggling madly. "I've caught you at last you saucy wench!" he said cheekily, his handsome face only inches away from her own. "I am no wench," she protested, mockingly insulted, amber eyes sparkling as she was filled with giddiness. Never had she had a man so close to her, and here he was halfway atop her! She certainly felt like a wench... but that was not the game. "No," he said, his voice lower, softer, with a more gentle quality, "No, you shall be the Lady of my Heart and I your noble and adoring knight. What is my Lady Gwen's pleasure?" The unexpected heat in his brown eyes as he gazed at her made her feel lightheaded, excitement running through her innocent body. "Well then Good Sir Knight Al," she said playfully, trying to hide these new and intense feelings that were assaulting her behind a façade of mockery, "First you could allow me to stand and stop crushing me!" He laughed at her audacity and immediately stood, reaching out his hand to help her up, "Ah... but my Lady scolds me so tenderly, it is enough to make my heart weep." Deftly, as he lifted her up, he pulled her body close to his; with their hands still together he wrapped that arm around her waist so that one of her arms was around her own back, fingers intertwined with his. Her other hand pressed up against his hard chest, as her breath caught in her throat and he pressed two fingers under her chin to lift her eyes to him. They made a pretty picture, peasant maid and lad, both with sun burnished brown hair and sparkling eyes, cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement, framed enchantingly by sunlight and trees... Gwendolyn could feel her heart pulsing madly with the heat of the moment. Looking deep into her amber colored eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers, and her eyes closed as his lips caught hers in a kiss. Softly he pressed his lips on hers, fingers still tucked under her chin, and she trembled at his touch, her soft body arched sweetly against his own. Pulling his mouth away from her quivering body, he smiled and laughed, breaking the intense spell that they had been other, "I am rewarded with my lady's sweet lips... now I can die of happiness..." and he fell upon the soft mat of leaves on the ground as she laughed at him, relieved and disappointed that the spell had been broken. "You brute," she laughed, hands on her hips, "You would kiss and die? What kind of honorable knight are you?" "The kind that worships my lady's every movement," and his hand caught hers again, bringing it to his lips as he pulled himself up, "The kind that is completely undone by the sweet taste of her skin, the heady perfume of her hair," she gasped as his arm caught her round the waist again and he pulled her close, murmuring as her lowered his head again, "and the intoxicating kisses she gives." Their lips had barely touched again when the chapel bells chimed... Gwendolyn cursed inside her head even as she was relieved... so unused to this game she needed some time to think, but oh those cursed bells! The sweet sensations running through her body were too new for her to bear even as she craved them. "I must go," she said, reluctantly, disentangling herself from his clasping embrace, "I cannot make it back here for another afternoon... it will be too hard to get away again." "In the evening perhaps?" his voice and face were wistful, "Two evenings hence?" Hesitating she made her decision, "Yes... two evenings hence. I'll be here." Daringly she pressed forward and let her lips lightly touch his own. As he let go her hand he called after her, "I'll be waiting, sweet Lady of my Heart!" She giggled at his silliness as she ran back to the keep. ******** That night she watched the stars from her window, excited about meeting him again... and yet uncertain as to whether she should continue to do so. As a noble lady she absolutely could not lose her maiden head before marriage... but she could take care of that by telling him that her father was trying to lower her dowry for when she was married. Upper class peasants did that sometimes, following the fashions of the nobility... but her body ached sweetly as she pressed her fingertips to her pink lips in memory of those kisses. Before now her life had held little excitement, and the brunette was loathe to give up this new activity... being naughty and sneaking away would have probably paled after awhile... but with company - and such fun company!... it was going to be a long wait for that evening. Tucked into her bed, the pretty young maiden sighed and hugged her pillow, remembering her first feel of a man's body pressed against her lithe figure... the way his hard chest had flattened her soft breasts and the way his lips had teased her own, sending tingles through her body. Hazy dreams of a sunny field and a handsome brown haired man made the pretty girl sigh happily in her sleep. Lady Peasant Ch. 03 Agony was certainly waiting for the evening... all day Lady Gwendolyn had been distracted, unable to pay close attention to any of her embroidery or the chattering of her maid. During dinner she was barely able to eat, her stomach was fluttering with excitement... only a few more hours and she'd be away from the keep. "Ahh, my Gwendolyn is the perfect young maiden," her father's boasting voice interrupted her reverie as he listed her virtues to a visiting merchant, and she smiled as she listened to him. He was so proud of her... it made her heart quail a little to think of what he would do if he ever found out her new extracurricular activities... but as she smiled at the big brawny man with dark black hair she didn't feel any fear. Obviously he had no clue otherwise he wouldn't be extolling her virtues in such an enthusiastic manner, and why should he guess? She had been very careful not to let anyone catch her. Not even her personal maid suspected, much less her father whom she only saw at mealtimes. Before bedtime Gwendolyn sneakily snuck some sleeping powder into Brandy's evening cup of milk, wanting to be sure that her maid slept through her Lady's exit. Brandy didn't wake easily anyway, not until the sun's rays slipped into her window, but Gwendolyn wanted to be absolutely sure. At night only Brandy would be able to possibly catch her, their rooms being connected by a door in case her mistress had need of her in the night. It was child play for Gwendolyn to slip the powder into her maid's drink, she sent her out of the room to look for her favorite brush (conveniently hidden in her closet) while she poured it in and mixed it. When Brandy returned empty handed she forgave her maid and sat quietly as Brandy drank her milk and tucked her in. The pretty maids eyelids were already getting heavy as she bade her mistress goodnight and stumbled a little back to her own room. Quietly getting out of her bed, Gwendolyn pulled on a new outfit that she had taken from the laundry room. The pretty pink blouse gave her cheeks more color, and the light blue skirt flowed about her legs as she walked. Putting a dark, light summer cloak over her new apparel, she snuck out of the keep and out towards the meadow. Looking up at the stars as she walked through the meadow, she sighed happily, scanning the dark woods ahead for signs of her "Knight". There seemed to be a dark figure over to her right, back turned away from the meadow, and she walked quietly over. "Al?" she asked when she was close... and the man turned with a start of surprise. No, it was not Al, this man had black hair and cruel looking green eyes; as he looked over the equally startled maid his lips curved in an evil looking smile. "Hello pretty maid," he said, quickly advancing towards her as she stumbled back towards the meadow, "Don't leave... I can think of plenty of things for us to do while you're here..." Gwendolyn opened her mouth to scream for help... but just as she did she tripped over a protruding root and fell back heavily, knocking the breath out of her so that all that emitted from her soft lips was a gasp. The man's eyes widened in anticipation as her fall caused her cloak to fall open, revealing the luscious heaving breasts encased in soft pink cotton, her skirt had fallen back to expose the smooth creamy curves of her ankles and shapely calves. "Very nice," he murmured, and Gwendolyn chocked, on hand on her throat as she tried to make her voice work, trying to push away from his slowly advancing form. The look in his eyes let even her in her innocence know that nothing could come from him but harm. When he was almost atop her she tried to kick out at him, but his hand caught her ankle, and he smiled down cruelly at her, sliding his other hand up her shapely calf and pulling her leg high in the air so that her skirt slid further down, revealing half her thigh. Gwendolyn sobbed inarticulately, too terrified to scream although she now had her voice back. "Don't be afraid," he said, "We're going to have a lot of fun together." One hand had strong grip on her ankle as the other began to undo his breeches. Suddenly something big slammed into him from the side, making him release her ankle. Grunts and gasps filled the air, along with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and Gwendolyn pulled her cloak over her, sobbing as she hid herself from view. Peeking through the folds of the cloak she watched as two figures in the moonlight hit and flailed at each other, occasionally knocking each other down. Finally, as she held one hand to her mouth in fear, one of them stumbled the other way, groaning and clutching his stomach as he retreated swiftly through the trees. The other stumbled towards her, and she gasped as Al's features became clear in the moonlight. Jumping up she went to help him, using her skirt to blot away the blood from his swollen lip. "Are you all right?" she asked, voice shaky as she cradled his head in her arms, supporting his body with her legs as she kneeled on the ground, his upper body propped against hers. "I'm in the arms of my Lady," he said, smiling up at her, "Of course I'm all right... are you all right?" Numbly, Gwendolyn nodded. Scared, shaken, but unharmed. "I'm sorry I was late," he said, grinning sheepishly, "It was harder for me to get away then I thought it would be." "As long as you came," she smiled down at him. Eventually they got up and went back towards the meadow, where he sat with his back against a tree and held her in his arms as they looked up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. In his embrace, she felt safe again, completely secure in the knowledge that he would protect her. It was a nice feeling. She stroked the muscles through the fabric of his shirt as her head tucked itself under his chin. They talked, softly, just enjoying each other's company. As the clock struck midnight she pulled back a little from him. "I have to go," she said softly, "I must get some sleep." "I as well," he replied. But before she could move, he pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped strongly about her slender waist as their lips met. Kissing her gently, he began to press his lips more firmly against hers, her hands clutching his shoulders as her breasts flattened against his chest. Her lips parted beneath his and he slid his tongue into her mouth, startling her (what did gentle ladies know of passionate kisses?) and then she moaned as she leaned into the kiss, her own tongue moving with his. Molded together they kissed like that, basking in the glow of their passion... Gwendolyn could feel something hard under her buttocks where she was sitting in his lap, but most of her attention was on the sweet passion of his kisses, intoxicating her. Finally they parted, her lips feeling bruised and swollen so intensely he'd kissed her. "Meet me here two afternoons from now?" he asked, whispering, and she nodded. Pressing her lips against his for one last kiss, she got up and he walked her across the meadow to the gate, where he kissed her hand and watched her as she retreated through the village, back to the keep. Gwendolyn snuck back up to her room, her body tingling with new sensations. Although they had been kissing, there was a feeling in the pink wet lips of her love spot that she couldn't quite describe. Shivering a little, she let her fingers brush her pinkness, and shuddered with the pleasant feelings and the naughtiness of touching herself down there. In bed she fell deeply asleep, dreams filled with a laughing brown haired knight, riding a white steed. Lady Peasant Ch. 04 It was a bright sunny day when Gwendolyn went out to meet Al again, filled with excitement and anticipation. Blue skirt rippling around her creamy legs she hurried through the village, occasionally one hand drifting up to pat the kerchief over her brown braids. Amber eyes glinted gold in the sunlight as she quickly walked, a basket full of sweets in one of her arms. She wanted to have a mid-afternoon picnic with him... her father and Brandy thought that she had taken refuge in the coolness of the library - a past time which she had often indulged in. Taking the basket of sweets she'd told them not to worry if she missed dinner... barring some kind of attack on the keep there was no way that she'd be disturbed there, and no one had attacked the keep in four generations. Gwendolyn was giddy with the excitement of having the whole afternoon and a good portion of the evening free to spend with Al. She ran across the field to meet him, skirt whipping around her legs as the basket and her pretty breasts bounced. Catching her up in his arms, he twirled her around and kissed her soft lips with a resounding *smack* as she flung her arms happily about his shoulders. "My Lady has brought me something I see!" he kissed her again, and tried to peek in the basket, a little child looking for sweets. "A reward for good service from my handsome knight," she told him laughing. "In that case," and she shrieked as he swept her up into his arms, one secured behind her back and the other under her knees so that the basket could rest on her belly and her head (not so incidentally) on his broad shoulder, "I have found a small clearing where we may enjoy our repast." Although she protested, he carried her the short distance to the clearing. It was truly beautiful, edged with flowers, and there was a small waterfall - the height of a man - the poured down into a charming little pond, full of clear water. Gwendolyn pulled the blanket from the basket and settled it on the ground near the edge of the pond. Stepping over to the clear water she looked down and saw that it wasn't very deep and the bottom of it was covered with sand. "It's a spring," Al said from behind her, making her jump a little as he wrapped his arms about her waist and looked over her shoulder, "Clean pure water... good for drinking or bathing." "Well," she said, giggling and tossing her head a little, "Bathing we shall not do!" and he laughed, squeezing her waist a little tighter. They basked in the warm sunlight, finger-feeding each other the sweets... it made Gwendolyn giggle when he sucked on her fingertips as he licked the last bits of sugar and pastry off her hand. There was an exciting burning in his eyes when she returned the favor, nibbling gently on his fingertips and using her small pink tongue to lick the icing from his hand. Scooting a little closer to her he wrapped an arm around her waist. "I think I've been deceived," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver as it sent delighted tingles up and down her spine, "You most certainly are a wench, no Lady would ever tease her adoring knight so without a chance of a kiss." "One might," she said, utterly serious as she realized that she must let him know of her chastity and the need to keep her maiden-head... not that she could phrase it in such undelicate terms of course (the very thought made her want to die of humiliation. Amber eyes earnest as they gazed into his, she continued, "When a father wants to keep her dowry low." A pause as he interpreted her meaning, coming to the correct conclusion that this was not a maid to be tumbled in the heat of the moment. Smiling down at her concerned face he brought her hand to his mouth, "Then kisses it is," and suddenly moved his mouth from her hand to her lips, making her giggle as he pressed her down against the blanket. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he passionately and deeply kissed her. Pulling away, he smiled and stroked her hair, "Perhaps you are a wench... my wench AND my Lady." "Perhaps I am," she conceded, and wantonly grasped his hair to pull him down for another kiss, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Tingles were running excitedly all through her body as their lips molded together, his body hard next to hers, one of his legs pressing between her own, and she moaned a little as his grip on her tightened. He pulled away gasping for breath, "A moment, please my lady..." "But I don't want you to stop," the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. Smiling ruefully at her, he said, "We must... My Lady's chastity is of utmost importance you see... and she teases me dreadfully so that I must take a moment to compose myself." "Oh..." Gwendolyn was at a loss for words, she really didn't know much of the ways between a man and a woman. Al smiled at her, and his fingers caressed her stomach where his hand lay, smoothing the thin cotton cloth over her skin, "Gwen... Would this be endangering my Lady's chastity do you think?" "Noooo..." said Gwendolyn, the word drawn out as she sucked in breath, her pink folds were getting wet beneath her skirt, already excited as her body was. Panting a little, she watched, completely enthralled as his hand moved higher, the palm cupping one cotton covered breast, and making her heart flutter anxiously in her chest as she stared at the fingers curved over her soft mound, the massaging tips making little darts of pleasure run through her. "And this, Gwen?" his eyes were locked on hers, seeing the confusion and excitement. "I don't know," she whispered, "Is it?" "What do you think?" his voice was husky as his lips descended on hers, his hand squeezing her cotton covered flesh gently, making her moan against his mouth as the pleasure swept over her. Her other hand cupped her other breast, making her ache with need... although what she needed was undefined. Something hard was pressing against her thigh as they kissed and his hands gently squeezed and massaged her flesh. When he pulled his mouth away they both looked down to see her hard pink nipples poking through the thin cotton, and he ran his fingertips over them gently, making her back arch as she gasped. "I think..." her voice was shaking as she felt lightheaded, "I think we need to stop... just for today." Al nodded, understanding. The complex emotions in her pretty amber eyes gave him an idea of what she was going through... she wanted more, but later. When she'd had more time to assimilate everything. When she left to go back to the keep they kissed passionately, and she clung to him a little, her body aching pleasantly all over. Bending his head down, he kissed each cloth covered mound gently, making her shudder as excitement and arousal coursed through her veins. They agreed to meet again the next night, this time he'd meet her at the gate which she was not to leave until he got there. Lady Gwendolyn snuck back into the keep and to her room, then down to the library where she emerged an hour later. Although she'd tried to read during that hour she'd been completely unsuccessful as the day's events kept running through her mind... he was so wonderful, so gentle, so charming... why oh why did he have to be a peasant? Lady Peasant Ch. 05 When Lady Gwendolyn snuck out, it was with her maid Brandy snoring under the influence of sleeping powder again. Excitement fluttered in her chest as she made her way through the streets of the village, bursting into glad joy when she saw the familiar figure of Al waiting for her at the gate. Rushing towards him they exchanged kisses on lips and cheeks, so excited they were to see each other. Walking slowly through the meadow, they held hands and talked as they looked up at the stars. It was much more pleasant than the beginning of their last nighttime rendezvous, she felt safe and very happy as they walked and talked. The stars twinkled benignly overhead as they made their way to what she now thought of as "their" clearing, the nighttime sky reflected prettily in the pool. Standing under the stars, he held her in his arms and they mutely watched the nighttime sky, his hands caressing her arms and sides. Occasionally she would raise her lips to his for a kiss, and their tongues would slide passionately into each other's mouths before they'd separate and look back up to the stars. Finally Gwendolyn gathered her courage, "Al… I've been thinking…" He turned his head down towards hers, smiling, "Yes Gwen… my dearest Lady?" Smiling she continued, "I've been thinking about my Lady's chastity… and…" "And?" his eyebrows were raised in surprise and delight. "And…" her voice was nearly a whisper, "I think it might be all right…" pulling herself away from his arms a little, she began to pull the pink cotton blouse over her head, hands eagerly coming forward to help her. With her upper body bared to him under the stars, she blushed and looked away as his eyes devoured the sight of her creamy large breasts, hanging globes of temptation, topped with ripe strawberry nipples. He groaned low in his throat, "You're so beautiful…" and swept her up in his arms to devour her mouth with kisses. Gwendolyn moaned and her knees trembled as his hands stroked the bare skin of her back, moving quickly over the soft silkiness of her flesh. When his kisses began to move down her jaw line, and onto her neck she thought she would faint with pleasure. Lips pressed against her collarbone and she gasped with the strong sensations that were coursing through her. Hands clutching at his shoulders she told him, "I think I need to sit down." he nodded and carefully lowered her to the ground. Laying her back on her cloak, he stripped off his own shirt to that they were both nude above the waist, and he laid his hard body atop hers, bare chest pressing against her soft breasts. As they kissed heatedly, she could feel her skin flushing with pleasure, his hands running up and down her sides as his weight pressed her into the ground. Something hard pressed against her groin, and she moaned low in her throat as his lips began to move once more down her neck. Kisses burning a fiery path over her collarbone and shoulders, his hands cupped her heavy globes gently, thumbs brushing lightly over her hard pink nipples. Gwendolyn panted as her whole body seemed to be on fire, her hands running over the smooth flesh of his muscles, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against her fingers. His tongue traced a path down between her breasts, sliding under the sensitive undersides of her mounds. Arching her back she let out a small cry as his tongue ran over her tender nipple, tickling and tantalizing the sweet bud. Gwendolyn's body shuddered sweetly as his lips closed around her nipple, suckling at it and creating havoc in her burning place of love. She couldn't believe the intense feelings that were running over her, spurred by the nibbling of his teeth on her pink bud, it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt in the world. Lightheaded with the intensity of it, she let out another small cry as his mouth transferred its affections to her other nipple, leaving his fingers behind to pluck and rub against the wet one. "Oh Al…" she whispered, moaning gently and pressing her breasts up towards him, hungry for more attention, more pleasure. Finally he broke off, leaving her breasts aching and her body quivering delightfully, "I need another moment Gwen…" "Alright," truth be told she needed a moment too. Some drink of water cooled the heat in them, and they returned to stargazing, her back pressed up against his… something insistent and hard on his body pressed into the small of her back, but she ignored it as his hands lightly stroked her breasts under the cotton blouse. They were fully clothed again, but his hands had immediately found their way under her shirt now that she'd given him access to her hanging breasts, and he was loathe to relinquish his hold on them. She was also loathe to let him, and enjoyed the intimacy of looking at the stars while cuddling back against him as he touched her. At that moment, everything seemed just about perfect. Each time they had to leave each other it seemed more and more bittersweet. He pressed her against the wall of a house as they kissed their farewell, his lips rough on hers, hands busily moving under her shirt as his fingers pinched and tugged on her aching nipples, breasts heavy in the palm of his hand. They left each other gasping, hungry for the taste and feel of each other's bodies… and he gave her the sad news that they would have to wait two days before seeing each other again. But as he left, she was filled with gladness and joy too, because he'd whispered in her ear as they embraced… "I love you my Gwen." And her soft, joyful voice had whispered back, "I love you too, my Al." Gwendolyn's heart ached that night as she thought of two long and lonely days without him. Even when he wasn't there his voice seemed to fill her ears, memories of their talks and his gentle teasing and jokes… the heated memories of their kisses and his mouth on her breasts making her flush delicately whenever she thought of it. The days seemed so much longer and lonelier knowing that she wouldn't be seeing him, and she morosely puttered about the castle, missing him with all her aching heart. ----------------------------------------- please don't forget to vote and or to give me feedback so i know what you think! Lady Peasant Ch. 06 The second day of being away from Al was a little easier than the first because she knew that the next day they'd be together again. Throughout the loneliness of the day and night before, she cherished his final words to her... the first avowal of love a man had ever given her and it was certainly from the man who held her heart in his hands. For Gwendolyn was sure of it, she loved Al passionately and desperately... and she would cherish there time together for the rest of her life even as she knew that it couldn't go on forever. As a noble maiden at the age of 18 she was ripe to be wed, and her father was in talks with several different noblemen on the matter of her marriage... all the more reason for her sadness when she couldn't see Al. They did not have much time together and she wanted every moment that they had to be wonderful, a memory for her to take out later and treasure when she was trapped in a loveless marriage to someone of her own station. Probably someone much older than herself. Sighing unhappily, she shook herself to rid those nasty thoughts from her mind. Time enough to contemplate once the matter of her marriage was settled... for now she could enjoy the blissfulness of youthful love. Frowning, she resumed the search for her maid... Brandy had disappeared yet again. It seemed to happen more and more often of late, and it was a bit of an annoyance. After all, she didn't need her maid that often, but right now she wanted some company to distract herself from the depressing thoughts she was having. The pretty brunette noblewoman swept down the stairs, her violet gown flowing heavily... she was starting to seriously dislike her clothing, finding the light cotton of her peasant wear much easier to bear in the summer weather. Questioning a manservant he told her that he'd last seen Brandy in the direction of the stable, talking to one of the stable boys. As she walked into the stables she couldn't see anything... but there were strange noises coming from one of the stalls at the end of the row. Creeping quietly, curious as to what could be making those low growls, she moved closer. Sliding into the empty stall that was next to the one on the end, she peeked through a knothole and almost gasped out loud, barely stifling it so as not to give herself away. It was her maid Brandy, on her knees with her breasts out and in the open, and standing before her was one of the stable boys... she knew from the breeding stallions that that was his "penis" that was thrusting so quickly in and out of her maid's mouth, but she'd never seen one on a man before! It suddenly occurred to her that this was what would so determinedly poke at her from between Al's legs when they kissed, and she blushed a little at the though, all the while wondering what his looked like. Watching in fascination as her maid seemed to get much enjoyment out of the penis in her mouth, she felt a little shivery as she pictured herself doing the same thing to Al... the stable boy seemed to be enjoying in immensely... would Al? The stable boy's hands were on Brandy's big breasts, gripping her pink nipples tightly as he pumped her mouth, Brandy's own hands were firmly holding his buttocks and thighs, pressing him further into her wet mouth. Completely aghast, she watched as her maid pulled the turgid member from her mouth, licking the tip of it with her tongue, before turning around and pulling her skirt up over her slim hips. Blonde hair swayed as she shook her ass seductively, "Come on Ned," her maid said flirtatiously, "Grease up my bum and stick me with it!" Her pink mound was completely bare of any hair and the watching young maiden wondered where all the hair had gone... or if perhaps blonde's didn't have any at all. It certainly looked prettier than Gwendolyn's own mound. Mouth wide open Gwendolyn got quite an education as 'Ned' put his fingers into a small tub of lard that was sitting off to the side and stuck those fingers into Brandy's small brown hole. She was completely shocked as Brandy moaned and shoved herself back onto his fingers, one hand reaching up to cup her own hanging breast. Gwendolyn couldn't imagine what Ned was going to do with Brandy's greased bum hole, and almost fainted when he began to press his huge penis against the small hole... surely it wouldn't fit! But Brandy's little hole opened up to accept the pushing staff, and the blonde girl moaned and wiggled as he slid the whole of his penis in. "Oh yeah Ned... put your stiffie in my bum... oh I want to feel your big dick splitting me... ooooo hurt me good you naughty boy!" Brandy's mouth let loose as Ned began to pump his 'stiffie' in and out of her bum, broadening Gwendolyn's vocabulary in a very short period of time, "Oh that hurts so good with your cockie in my bum! Pump me harder with that snake, spear my bum with it," the blonde was aggressively pinching her own nipple, squirming as the long dick 'speared' her, then as Ned reached his hand around under her thigh, his fingers disappearing into her pink wetness, she started spouting more lewdness, "Yes! Yes! Rub my little cunny!! Pinch my love button while you plug my arse! Oh it feels so good Ned.... Oh dear... oh yes, rub my hotbox... oh... oh! Oh!!!! I'm creaming Ned!! My pussy is creaming!! You're making me cream myself!" As Brandy shook and shuddered on his long staff, Ned gasped and pulled his turgid member out of her ass. The pretty blonde immediately turned around and gripped the base of his 'dick' in her hand, pumping it twice and it began spewing white creaminess all over her pretty face and big breasts, opening her mouth she caught some of it on her pink tongue and happily swallowed. "You taste so good, Ned," she cooed, using one of her hands to rub the white stuff all over her breasts as he groaned and shot the last of his load onto her. The couple kissed and Ned began wiping the stuff off of Brandy's chest and face, lifting it to her mouth for her to suck off his fingers, then he flipped Brandy onto her back and buried his tongue in her pink wetness as the girl moaned and encouraged him. Gwendolyn snuck out of the stables completely unnoticed as Brandy 'creamed' herself again, this time into Ned's mouth. Her mind turning over everything she had seen. *********************************** That night, consumed with curiosity and having been unsuccessful in finding any clues in the library, she confronted her maid. "Brandy where were you this afternoon?" she asked as her maid brushed out the waves in her long brown hair. "Oh uh..." Brandy stuttered a little, "I was uh... helping out Ned.... He's one of the stable hands, he um, needed some help... in the stable." she finished a little weakly. "I know," said Gwendolyn, "I went down and saw you two there." "You did?" Brandy's voice was weak, she was feeling a little faint... if her mistress told the Keep's Housemistress Brandy would certainly be dismissed in dishonor. "Yes," said her Lady, "And I want to know what you were doing... you do know that you can be dismissed for being unchaste you know..." Brandy quickly corrected her, "Oh I'm still chaste my Lady, the housemistress checks us every couple of months to be sure we still have our maidenhead..." blushing a little, "What Ned and I were doing... well, we love each other very very much my Lady," she said, trying to build up sympathy in her young mistress, "And we were just pleasuring each other without dishonoring me!" "You... both get pleasure out of this?" Gwendolyn asked a little hesitantly. "Oh yes!" Brandy said, eager to give information in return for mercy, "It hurt the first time he put his cockie in my bum hole, but it feels much better now and greasing it up helps a lot... and all the women say that the first time you get a dick in your cunny it hurts too. And it feels awful nice when he licks my puss, he really likes it when I suck on his stiffie too, I think it must feel as good as when he licks me. His spunk tastes a little funny, but not bad... and as long as he doesn't put it in my cunny then I won't get pregnant or lose my virtue." "And your... cunny... why is it bare?" she asked innocently. "I shave it, my Lady, Ned says it looks so much prettier that way and it's much cleaner during my monthlies which is what I tell the housemistress... Just... don't tell the housemistress please my Lady, I could still get into an awful lot of trouble." Gwendolyn turned this over in her mind as her maid began re-braiding her hair, trying to be the perfect maid. Thinking quickly, she realized that this could be the end of her troubles. "I'm going out tomorrow afternoon," she announced, "If you make sure that no one comes into my rooms and finds that I'm gone then I won't tell the headmistress." "But my Lady!" Brandy protested, alarm in her voice. Gwendolyn stopped her just by holding up her hand. "I'll be back before dinner," she said, "It should be no problem for you to keep anyone out of my room just for the afternoon." Mutely, her maid nodded. No, it wouldn't be too much of a problem... and it was an easy thing compared to the disgrace that she would be in if her Lady told on her. That night, she also had the unique privilege of showing her mistress how to shave her pink mound. ******************************** The next afternoon Gwendolyn was very excited when she went to meet Al, all the night before she'd been thinking about this wonderful new way to pleasure her love... they could still be together in one way! Two ways really but she wasn't at all sure that she wanted the pain of having someone stick something as large as a cockie up her bum... she'd tried to push her finger up there last night after wetting it in her mouth and it had hurt terribly. A stiffie was much bigger, and she was a little afraid of that... but she wanted to give Al something and sucking on him would be easily done. She practically attacked him when she ran to him at the edge of the forest, and they ran happily to their clearing, holding hands and laughing. In their own little haven, they kissed and talked... and she finally got up the nerve to tell him part of what she had seen her maid and the stable boy doing (although she told him that Brandy was her friend - after all, as a peasant she couldn't very well have a maid.). "I'd like to try it on you," she said shyly, barely able to look into his surprised brown eyes as she broached the topic. "You..." his voice trailed off and he gulped, "You want to suck me?" Gwendolyn nodded. "Oh Gwennie..." he moaned, and buried his tongue in her mouth, they began kissing passionately again, his hands sliding under her shirt to cup her breasts and send pleasant shivers down her spine. Their lips parted as he lifted her shirt over her head and she pulled off his as well, and his lips wrapped round her nipple, sucking the tender bud energetically as his other hand massaged her breast flesh. Gwendolyn moaned as her back arched, her hand was pressed against the crotch of his breeches where she could feel his stiffie hard and imposing underneath her fingers. It felt very big. Some minutes were spent on his caressing and lickings over her sensitive mounds of flesh, and then she finally pushed him away and pushed him onto his back. Taking over the control a little, she kissed his chest, her small tongue tickling him and arousing him even more. Al groaned as her hand rubbed against the cockie in his pants and her lips pressed against his small nipple, sending urgent messages to his dick as her small hand gripped it through his breeches. Breasts hanging like tempting fruit, she bent over his body, mouth moving down his hard stomach as her hands undid the laces on his breeches. Al's hands covered her hanging globes, pinching and milking her nipples gently as her mouth reached the edge of his breeches and she began to work his large cockie out of his pants. Large and throbbing, her eyes were wide as she realized that it was even bigger than Ned the stable boy's. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to him, pink tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his pink head, and his body jerked up and he moaned, his hands squeezing her breasts a little more roughly. It felt wonderful as his hands massaged her flesh, and she began licking up and down his shaft while she held it with one hand, a little afraid to put it in her mouth just yet. He didn't seem to mind and moaned and squeezed as her tongue flicked over its length, pressing into the little hole on the tip of its swollen head. Finally she felt encouraged enough to open her pink lips and wrap them around the head of his cockie. Her tongue slid all over him as she began to press him further into her mouth, head lowering towards her fist at the base of his shaft. Al was moaning, his hands plucking at her pretty pink nipples and sending pleasant shivers up her spine as she began moving her head back and forth on his dick, imitating the movements she'd seen Brandy and Ned doing. Her head bobbed on his lap as she valiantly began shoving more and more of his stiffie into her mouth... she had a few moments of discomfort as her gag reflex reacted, but after a few more tries she inadvertently made a swallowing motion with her throat and the entire length of his cockie slid in. Al's hands left her breasts and pressed down on the back of her brown hair as his hips pushed up and he groaned in pleasure. Gwendolyn was happy too, and proud of herself, she liked the feeling of his hardness in her mouth, her tongue moving over him. Moving her head back up along its length, she pressed down again, burying him in her throat. His hips began thrusting up at her rhythmically as her sweet mouth moved over his hard member, tongue rubbing against him as she moved. Their little clearing was filled with sucking noises and Al's ecstatic groans as he filled her mouth and throat over and over again. Gwendolyn's heart swelled with gladness that she was pleasing her love, she could feel him growing longer and thicker in her mouth. It surprised her when he pressed his hands on the back of her head as his stiffie pulsed, and she realized that the fluid flowing down her throat was the creamy white spunk that Brandy had spoken of. Remembering that Brandy had swallowed it afterwards reassured her and she relaxed, swallowing the fluid that filled her mouth, realizing that it wasn't necessary for him to spurt it on her body. When she finally pulled her head off his softening member the clearing was getting a little dark as the sun went down. "You're amazing," his voice was husky as he stroked her braids and soft back, pulling her close to him so that his arm wrapped all the way around her and he could squeeze her breast as their lips met. "I have to go," she said softly, shivering as his touch on her pert nipple awakened sensation inside her 'cunny'. Al looked up at the setting sun and sighed, "I would have liked to return the favor." "Next time," smiling she kissed him, looking forward to their next meeting. "Tomorrow night?" he asked her, and she nodded. They kissed again, tongues dancing happily inside each other's mouths, and she daringly sucked his tongue in her mouth and his body jerked a little again. She giggled as he pulled away, and he moaned low in his throat, "You're so beautiful my Gwennie... I love you so much." His lips pressed against the base of her throat, making her shudder in his arms. "I love you Al..." and as the chapel bells began to chime, "But I must go." They hurriedly dressed and exchanged one quick kiss at the gate before she ran through the village and the keep. With Brandy's help she managed to get herself dressed in time to be at dinner on time, and she blessed the events that had made her main a fellow conspirator. Life was much easier with someone to help cover her activities. ---------------------------- please don't forget to vote and or leave me comments/feedback! Lady Peasant Ch. 07 The next evening it was much easier to get out of the keep now that she no longer had to hide her activities from her maid. Instead, her maid helped dress her in blue peasant top and navy skirt, braids pinned neatly against her head... it meant that she and Al would have even more time together since she didn't have to wait while her maid dressed her for bed and then sneak out and redress herself. Brandy went willingly to bed while Gwendolyn snuck out, earlier than usual. To her extreme pleasure Al was waiting for her at the gate, surprised and delighted that she was almost a full hourglass earlier than usual. They skipped and danced through the meadow, sky fully darkening overhead as they talked and laughed, joking and playing tag like little children. Gwendolyn ran ahead of him to the clearing, laughing as he caught up to her and swept her up into his arms as they entered their little area. Kissing her deeply on the lips, he lowered her to the ground so that she was standing on tiptoes, body pressed against his. Pulling away he smiled down at her. "Let's go swimming," the mischief in his eyes made her gasp with delight. "I don't have any swimming clothes," she protested. "So?" With one eyebrow arched he began stripping her of the clothes she was wearing, squirming in resistance for a moment, she finally laughed as she realized that she'd been planning to have him lick her cunny so he would see her naked anyway that night. Their clothes making a small heap on the shore, hairpins on top of her blouse so that her two brown braids hung down to her waist, Al picked her up and tossed her shrieking into the pool. It was deliciously cool, and her nipples immediately puckered as she broke through the surface, laughing as she brushed water out of her eyes. "You brute!" she squealed, splashing water at him as he followed her in a much more sedate way, "What kind of knight throws his lady into a pond?" The water came up to just above her breasts, and they bobbed enticingly in the water, droplets sliding over her curves. Laughing he splashed back at her before rushing forward and catching her in his arms, "The kind who suspects his lady might really be a naughty wench in need of a good scrubbing." she gasped, mockingly insulted, and pushed his head under the water so that he came up laughing. He chased her all over the pool, each time he caught her claiming a quick kiss or a squeeze of her breast or buttock under the water. A few times his fingers slid along the slick surface of her pink cunny and she moaned and shivered in his arms as he let her go again. Not surprisingly, she allowed herself to be caught quite often. Finally he caught her up in his arms, her body pressed against his and she could feel his stiffie pressing against her shaved mound, hard and enticing as he walked them out of the pool while they kissed. As he laid her back on her cloak he looked over her glistening form with lustful eyes, his gaze traveling from her excited amber eyes and pouty lips, over the curves of her dewy breasts, and then widened as they finally fell upon her shaved pink mound. In the quickness of everything that had happened before he hadn't noticed, and had attributed its smoothness in the pond to the water. "What's this?" his voice was filled with excitement and amazement as his fingers traced over her stomach and smooth mound, curving over her inner thigh. "Do you like it?" she asked nervously, "Brandy... my friend... said that men like it like this..." In response, Al just groaned and let her hand feel his hard pulsing dick, and her eyes went wide as she softly said, "You do like it!" "Oh yes," he smiled at her, and then lowered his head to begin licking the clean spring water from her breasts, making her moan and grip his stiffie more tightly. Licking her sweet breasts, his fingers slid over her stomach and rubbed her mound, pressing her hips down against her cloak. He nibbled her pink nipple as her back arched and his fingers slipped into her wet slit, rubbing along the pink lips. Sucking hard on the tender bud in his mouth, he bit down gently, and watched as his Gwennie jerked and moaned, her body awash in pleasure and anticipation. With hunger in her amber eyes, she watched as his head began moving down her stomach, licking the droplets of water from her body. Her hand slipped from his dick as he maneuvered himself between her legs, spreading her thighs with his hands as he began sliding his tongue across her shaved smoothness. Sliding his arms under her thighs he began to lick along where her thighs and body met, using his shoulders to lift her legs in the air so that he could reach around and hold her breasts, squeezing as his tongue slid up and down her sweet slit. Gwendolyn was moaning passionately as waves of pleasure washed over her body, it was more wonderful than she had ever imagined, his tongue teasing her pink wetness and fingers pinching her hard nipples. Eyes wide, she looked up at the night sky, stars twinkling as they watched her back arch, pressing her dripping cunny into Al's mouth. He sucked on her lips, pressing his tongue between them as her hips moved against his mouth. Making his tongue long and stiff, he began to press it into her virgin hole, pushing it as far in as he could, and Gwendolyn cried out in passion as it entered her body, eliciting amazing sensations in her. She was moaning and thrusting her hips uncontrollably as his tongue wriggled inside her body, her sweet juices coating the insides of her mouth. Kneading her breasts with his fingers, he slid his tongue out of her hole and began drinking up the juices that had leaked from her, watching as her body convulsed above him. Flicking her little love button with his tongue, her high wail was music to his ears as he licked it hard. When he sucked the little nub into his mouth, fingers closing down on her aching nipples, Gwendolyn cried out his name, hands grasping the cloak at her sides as she rode out wave after wave of passion, her little love button sending her on a high crashing orgasm as his teeth gently bit down. Her body was shaking, head thrashing back and forth and her voice urgently called out his name, every particle of her being quaking with ecstasy as her love juices flowed into his mouth. Letting her little button slip from his mouth he licked the juices that were flowing from her quivering pussy, her orgasm riding out as he sucked at the tender flesh. When she finally came down from that incredible feeling, her eyes were glowing with delight and she pulled his head out from between her eyes, tugging him up on top of her to share sweet kisses. The taste of her own juices filled her mouth as they kissed passionately, the head of his stiffie sliding along her wet slit... it made her moan as it pressed against her sensitive clit. Al pulled away gasping, and rolled off her, "That's too close," he panted, "My Lady's chastity must stay intact... and her faithful knight is very close to losing control." "In that case," she boldly gripped his shaft, "Let me help my faithful knight out..." eyes twinkling as much as the stars overhead, she leaned down and licked the fluid that was leaking from the head already. It was sweet and sticky on her tongue, and she could taste some of her own wetness on his cockie. Opening her sweet lips she sucked more of him into her mouth, craving the taste of him, wanting to feel him in her throat. Al groaned as she bent over him, and his hands slid up her thighs to her buttocks. A sudden thought gripped him and he lifted her hips, pulling her over him so that her creamy legs straddled his head. As her mouth slid down to the base of his dick, he moaned and buried his face back into her pussy. Gwendolyn felt a bit of shock as his tongue renewed its assault on her tender folds, she hadn't known that they could pleasure each other at the same time! Moaning around the stiff pole in her mouth she lowered her hips more so that it would be easier for his mouth to reach her pink wetness, and they both suckled and stroked each other's body. She loved the curly hair on his legs and ran her fingers over his strong thighs, and even got up the courage to take the sack that hung beneath his cockie into her hands. It made him shudder as she rolled the sack and the two balls inside it with her fingers, and she squeezed it very gently as her mouth moved over his stiffie. The tongue lapping away at her puss made her shudder with delight as they pleasured each other, reveling in their intimacy and love as they sucked and licked. The clearing was filled with ecstatic grunts and moans, sucking noises and wet smacks as they moved together in heady rhythm. Gwendolyn shivered with delight as one of his fingers worked its way into her virgin hole, and moaned with disappointment as it met the barrier there. Still, exquisite sensations ran through her body as he pumped the one finger in and out of her tight hole as far as it could go, sucking on her clit all the while. Moaning ecstatically, she pressed her hips down and her mouth pressed against his groin, throat muscles convulsing around his member as she creamed on his face, juices flowing copiously into his mouth. With her throat giving his cockie such a delightful massage, and her body quivering so delightfully on top of him, Al thrust his hips up and began to release his white creamy spunk into her mouth as she happily swallowed his load. Exhausted, she turned over on top of him and they kissed, gazing at each other adoringly. "Have I told you how much I love you, my Gwennie?" he asked, cuddling her in his arms so that her head was nestled on his shoulder. "Yes," she giggled, "But I don't mind hearing it... and have I told you how much I love you, Sir Al?" "Mmmm.... Yes..." he kissed the top of her head, "But I don't mind hearing it either." Cuddling and stroking each other's bodies, they talked softly as the warm summer breeze flowed over their naked and content bodies. Completely happy, the loving couple fell asleep together, only waking when the first rays of light crept over the horizon. In a flurry of activity they got dressed, running slightly panicked to the gate where he gave her a quick kiss and then ran off, back into the woods as she ran pell-mell through the streets. Fortunately she arrived just after Brandy had woken up to find her mistress still gone, and was able to calm and reassure her maid as she got ready for breakfast. Tiredly, rubbing bleary eyes, she stumbled down the stairs, her body and heart light and content, happily thinking of the night spent in Al's arms. Upon her arrival at the breakfast table, her father gave her the news that broke her heart. -------------------------------- please don't forget to vote and or leave me feedback! Lady Peasant Ch. 08 "CONGRATULATIONS!" roared her father as she descended into the dining room, startling poor tired Gwendolyn, "Your marriage is arranged at last!" the room erupted into cheers as the staff celebrated, no one noticed that Lady Gwendolyn's face had gone dead white - or if they did they attributed it to shock. "My marriage?" she asked her father as he pulled her into his arms for a hug. "Yes, dear Gwendolyn," her beaming father and Lord said, "And your good Papa has done very well by you!" Turning to the rest of the staff, he loudly announced, "On Sunsday Gwendolyn shall be married to the Prince! We have a future Queen among us! The day after tomorrow we travel to meet her husband!" Sunsday was in only three days time she thought, her mind moving slowly through the shock, pretty amber eyes glazed. Tomorrow would be her last day at home... and her last day with Al... Gwendolyn fainted into her father's embrace. **************************** Fortunately for Gwendolyn everyone thought that her faint had been due to the shock and joy of hearing her illustrious future, and they made much over her as she was tucked into her bed. All around the keep she could hear the sounds of people celebrating, and that night at the dinner table she was pale white with a fixed smile frozen on her face while inside her heart ached unbearably. That night she cried herself to sleep in Brandy's arms, head nestled against her maid's soft bosom as the tears fell from her swollen eyes. She sobbed brokenheartedly as she realized that tomorrow would be her last day with Al... and she'd have to say goodbye. ************************ It was obvious something was wrong from the very moment that Gwendolyn saw him, because she immediately burst into tears again. With a very concerned look on his face he swept her up in his arms and carried her across the meadow and into the forest as her tears fell on his shoulder. Once they were in the clearing he sat and just held her on his lap until her shaking sobs finally slowed. "Gwennie... my Gwennie... my sweet Lady, what's wrong?" fingers stroked her hair lightly. Brokenly, with occasional sobs she began to tell him, "My father... my marriage is now arranged... and we are leaving tomorrow... oh Al!!!!" her tears renewed as he held her tight, a few tears springing to his own eyes at the sudden end of their stolen time. Clinging to each other, they just sat there, the breeze flowing through the trees as they held each other. "I still love you Gwennie," he whispered finally, "I will always love you." "And I will always love you," she told him, then pulling back she kissed him on the lips, her eyes pink and swollen from crying, "I have something for you." He watched, curious as she pulled a small tub from her skirt pocket and handed it to him. Opening it, he was extremely confused, it was full of grease. "I want you..." he looked up at her as she stumbled over her words, "I want you to put your cockie in my bum hole." "Gwen!" his voice was shocked as her cheeks blushed hotly. "Oh please," she begged, amber eyes looking up at him imploringly, "I'm not a wench, not really, but I love you so Al, and I want you to have something of me... something I will never give my husband, I swear by my love for you... I want you in me and I want you to have me and for me to be yours... we can't have that but we can have something of our own!" she finished furiously. "If it's what you really want," he said slowly, and she nodded, braids bobbing, "But Gwen, it will hurt." "I don't care," she kissed him passionately, and then whispered, "It's for you, and so I don't care... it'll be just for us, I'll never let my husband ever put his thingie in my mouth or my bum, I promise... it'll be just yours, always yours and mine. Please." "Whatever pleases my Lady," he murmured, and kissed her lips, tasting the salt of her tears. Gwendolyn clung to him, their tongues melding as they began to slowly undress each other. Their hands caressed each other's bodies... slowly... knowing that it would be for the last time. Teeth nibbled at her breasts, sucking on her pink nipples tenderly, and she moaned into his ear as she held him close. Kissing each other all over, he licked and kissed her pink wetness, bringing her to a sweetly intoxicating orgasm with his tongue before turning her over onto her hands and knees. Caressing her firm cheeks, he spread the lard over two of his fingers. Carefully, he positioned one in her crack, pressing just the tip against her hole. "Are you sure," he asked from behind her. Turning her head, amber eyes implored him to love her, "Yes... please Al... for us." "As my lady commands," and he bent to kiss her back as his finger slid into her tight hole. Gwendolyn moaned... Brandy was right, the grease helped a bit but it still felt uncomfortable. Her muscles clenched around the finger as she tried to adjust, wiggling her bum a little. Al pumped the finger in her tight hole, letting her get used to its proportions before sliding the second finger in. She gasped a little as her hole stretched open around his fingers, it burned... but she also felt pleasantly full as his fingers slid slickly in and out of her hole... and it was for them. A thought which sent a warm flush of pleasure through her, making her relax even more - which also made it easier for her to adjust. Finally the two fingers pulled out and she turned her pretty face to watch as he spread grease liberally over his very hard cockie, placing the tip of it at her slightly stretched hole. Seeing the question in his brown eyes she nodded, "For us, Al... let me reward my knight." "As my lady commands," and his cockie began to push into her hole. Gwendolyn turned her head back around as her tender asshole stretched open, burning a little as the head of his stiffie popped in. Gasping a little, she remembered that Brandy had rubbed her nipples, so lowering her upper body while leaving her creamy cheeks high in the air, filled with an inch of Al's dick, she leaned her weight onto one forearm while her other hand caressed her breasts. The pleasure she created for herself helped a little as Al began working his stiffie in and out of her bum hole, pressing another inch forward each time. Finally his hips were against her curves, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Uncomfortable, burning a little... but not exactly painful. And the fullness of her bum actually felt rather nice. Slowly Al pulled back, making her shudder as his length began to slide from her hole, and then cry out as he began to push back in, burning a little. Gwendolyn gritted her teeth as she rubbed her breasts, trying to adjust herself to the pain in her bum hole. The movements behind her slowed, "Are you all right?" Gwendolyn nodded, and then thought for a moment, remembering Brandy and Ned, "Maybe if you rubbed my cunny," she said, blushing as she looked over her shoulder, amber eyes wide and face an innocent contrast to the rather dirty words coming out of her mouth, "And... rubbed my love button." Al groaned with lust at the incongruity of her angelic face and wenchish vocabulary, and his hand willingly went around her thigh to bury his fingers in her warm wetness, rubbing his thumb across her little love button. Gwendolyn moaned with pleasure as his hand rubbed her, the pain in her bum seeping away as he teased her wet flesh, even the fullness of her tight hole starting to feel good. Sensing that the invasion was no longer painful, Al began to thrust in and out of her tight hole, giving himself over to the intimacy and wonder of the moment, cherishing her for this last gift to him. It filled him with gladness to know that he would have something of her that her husband never would, and the wetness that was starting to cover his hand let him know that she was enjoying it too - an even greater gift. He began to move faster and harder as Gwendolyn moaned and began pushing back against him, tingles of ecstasy running through her dripping cunny, her nipples burning as she played with them. Biting her lip, she could feel him getting bigger and harder in her bum hole, really riding her hard from behind, and as his cockie began to pulse and twitch in her tight hole, she let out a wordless cry of pleasure as his fingers rolled her little love button and made her cream. Behind her, Al was moaning in ecstatic pleasure as his spunk shot into her dark hole, filling her bum up with creamy juices. Slowly his stiffie began to shrink inside her hole, and he pulled it out with a small plop. Silently they went to the water where they bathed each other and kissed, caressing. The rest of the day was spent just murmuring loving words as they cuddled under the sun, stroking each other's bodies and pretending that the day would last forever in their little haven. When he finally had to take her back to the gate, they clung together, lips not wanting to part. Walking away from him down the street was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, and she constantly turned back to see him standing there, watching her. Finally she turned one last time and waved to him before entering the walls of the keep, bitter sobs swelling in her chest. She took her dinner in her own chamber, although she didn't eat any of it. Being with the celebrating staff and her father was too much for her to bear. That night, she cried herself to sleep again, bitter shaking sobs for the position her life had put her in. -------------------------------------- note: don't worry the story isn't over yet of course. but please do vote and leave me feedback or comments! Lady Peasant Ch. 09 In the morning Gwendolyn was loaded into a carriage with her father and Brandy, sad brown face gazing wistfully at the meadow where she and Al had spent so much time together. As her amber eyes glinted sorrowfully in the sun, one tear rolled down her cheek. "Ahh, there, there my dear," her father said, patting her hand, "You won't be so far away! There will be plenty of chances for you to come home for a visit, whenever you like." He smiled happily at his pride and joy and she forced a smile back, relieved that he didn't know the real cause of her distress. The carriage bumped and rolled along, taking her further and further from the place where she had been so briefly happy. It felt as though her heart was slowly closing in her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to jump out of the carriage and run back home, back to the clearing and wait there until Al appeared once more… they could live together in the forest and be happy and nothing would ever bother them again. Sighing, she turned her face away from the sun that had once shined warmly on their bodies as they loved, feeling cold and empty inside. How wrong was it that she should be forced to marry some man she'd never met, especially when she was in love with another? Useless to protest though, and by all accounts her father had done well by her. The prince was young, near her age, and said by all to be handsome and wonderfully charming. She could have done much worse… there were many noble ladies visiting the keep with husbands two or three times their age, fat and rude. Shuddering at the thought of having to bed a husband like that, she reflected glumly that perhaps she should consider herself most lucky to have escaped such a gruesome fate. Still, the fact that the prince was young had its drawbacks too - he'd want to bed often, especially since he would require a heir and a spare (as the saying went.). Well, he could have her body but never her heart. No, her heart was flying somewhere free in a clearing with a brown haired peasant lad… if only her body didn't ache so to be there as well. ******************************** Upon their arrival their was much bustle in the courtyard, and the King and Queen themselves came out to greet them, making excuses for the prince who was away on much needed business. He would meet his bride tomorrow at court and the next day they would be wed. Planting a smile on her face, only Gwendolyn's eyes showed her sadness as she greeted her future parents, as they exclaimed over her beauty and manners, bestowing many compliments on her humble personage. She was swept up into the Queen's chambers where she was surrounded by eager seamstresses, pinning long swathes of white fabric around her body. Wedding plans abounded as the Queen and her ladies chattered and tried to make her feel at home, Brandy was immediately caught up in the excitement and joined in as if one of their own. Trying not to make a face - or worse, burst into unhappy tears in front of the Queen - she suffered through the fittings, the gossip and the chattering. Heart heavy, she wandered around one of the rooms as everything bustled about her, eventually sitting at one of the window seats and resting her head on the sill of the open window. Below her was a rosebush, and apparently underneath there was a bench, she could just barely see two heads of hair - one brown and one blonde - and make out two girls gossiping there. What she heard made her heart sink. "Where be the prince?" the blonde one asked, "Tis fair strange that he be not here to meet his bride!" "You just miss his charming face," giggled the brunette, "You silly wench… but truth be told his body servant told me this morning that he be in a terrible temper upon hearing that he's to be wed! His father told him naught, knowing the prince's liking for his hunting and hawking, he kept the news from him until it be too late to back out!" The blonde laughed merrily, "Oh!! What a tizzy he must be in! I've never seen him in a temper before but I bet he looks right nice anyway." "You light skirt!" her friend accused her, "I'm surprised you haven't put yourself in his bed before!" "Aye, and now it be too late!" the two girls tittered, and Gwendolyn moved away feeling sick. Bad enough that she must marry where she willed not, but apparently her husband-to-be had no wish to marry either, not wanting to lose his independence. But the maids were right, it was much too late to back out now… what if she were to just disappear… never to be found again… no disgrace could be had upon her father that way… "Lady Gwendolyn, come here and look at these flowers," the Queen's commanding voice interrupted her thoughts and she obeyed. That night it was mournful thoughts of what might had been that filled her head, her slight form silhouetted in the moonlight as she stood at the window. Sighing heavily, her amber eyes were dull as she looked over her new home… just how hard would it be to escape and run back to her and Al's special clearing… perhaps Brandy… No. Her maid didn't owe her that much, and she'd be in much more trouble for her mistress disappearing under her knows. Looking back up at the twinkling stars and glowing moon she wondered if Al was somewhere out there doing the same. ************************************* The morning was tons of hustle and bustle, and she was carefully bedecked in a heavily embroidered gown of light blue, strands of pearls and diamonds set about her neck. Brown braids were wrapped carefully about her head and crowned with a tiara of silver and sapphires. Looking in the mirror she saw herself, Lady Gwendolyn… a woman not meant for a peasant bride… and she could almost see herself in peasant garb superimposed over this scene of elegance and finery. "Come my Lady," Brandy was at her elbow, her maid dressed in silks for the occasion with a single strand of pearls about her neck. Nodding, Lady Gwendolyn turned, her heart ice - as it would be forever more - and she followed her maid to court, to meet the man she would wed on the morrow Lady Peasant Ch. 10 Lady Gwendolyn descended the staircase, bedecked in gems and silks with her maidservant a few steps behind in. Before her was the court, spread out in brilliant colors and sparkling jewels, a long pathway to the thrones lay before her. In front of the thrones were the King and Queen, looking resplendent in purple and crimson, beside them, leaning around the throne to talk to someone, was a man whom she guessed must be her new husband as he was the only other person on the dais. She traveled through the room as his back remained turned to her, feeling nauseous and sick that her husband wasn't even looking at her so intent was he in his conversation. The impulse to run back to her and Al's clearing was at its strongest, and she felt sure that if so many eyes were not upon her she would run for it. Stepping up to stand before the King and Queen, her husband-to-be still turned away and speaking in whispers to what she now saw was the King's Seneschal behind the throne, she curtsied. "Lady Gwendolyn, you grace us with your presence," the King smiled benignly at her, handsome and kindly expression as he grabbed the arm of his son and pulled him around, "May I introduce your husband-to-be, Prince Alexander; Alexander your future wife the Lady Gwendolyn." The man turned and she looked into very familiar and warm brown eyes and thought she would faint, sound rushed in her ears and it seemed as though the whole world was melting away as they gazed at each other, completely shocked. "Now, I wish to see you share a dance so that you may get to know each other," somehow the King's voice managed to break through the spell as he shoved his son towards her, who nimbly caught her about the waist and pulled her the floor where they posed for the first step as the musicians started to play. "Al…?" her voice was soft, unsure, and she felt as though she was in some kind of dream which was sure to turn into a horrible nightmare because nothing could possibly be this wonderful. "My Gwennie…" his eyes were devouring her, his arm strong about her waist as they danced, "So you are my Lady after all…" "Oh Al!" she could feel tears sparking in her eyes as joy and relief flooded her body. "Shh," he said, smiling with all the happiness of the world, "No crying… we must try and get to know each other." That made her laugh, "Yes, we must." Up on the dais the Queen leaned over to the King, "You see? I told you that once he saw her they'd be fine." "It's NOT the dress." the King grumbled. **************************************** Never before had a bride and bridegroom looked so joyous as they kissed, the watching crowd cheering wildly as their Prince was married to a Lady of their own Kingdom! There were celebrations in the streets as the banquet and festivities went on in the castle. Mimes, jugglers, tamed animals, acrobats, musicians… there was nothing lacking in the spectacular feast that the royal family had laid out for this momentous occasion. Both the Prince and his new Princess bore it up nobly, no one else in the room even guessing how eager they were to depart from their feast to consummate the marriage. To Gwendolyn's surprise (and some distress) her father broke down crying, tears of happiness for his daughter and sorrow for losing her. Looking embarrassed, her brother patted him on the back and threw a helpless look to his sister who shrugged and turned away so her father could recover himself without humiliation. She was very grateful that her older brother had been able to come back from the outskirts of their lands where he had been settling disputes in time for her wedding, even more so since her father was now left in very good hands. Finally it was time for the happy bridegroom and bride to depart, and they were swept up to their separate changing rooms where they were prepared for the night. "Now you mustn't be afraid, my Lady," her maid chattered at her as her heart fluttered with excitement, "Men can be brutal beasts I'm told, but you must just smile and bear it and try to flatter him on his prowess… I'm sure that once he's gotten a heir upon you he'll leave you alone and you'll have some rest from him… try not to think about the pain just remember that it will soon be over with…" on and on Brandy lectured, trying to comfort her mistress for the upcoming event, while Gwendolyn's eyes blazed happiness and she ignored every word that Brandy said. Dressed in a light satin gown, she was tucked into bed and her maid gave her one last kiss on the forehead, whispering, "Now remember, you don't have to stay in his bed if you don't want to, once he breaks your maiden head and puts his spunk inside of you, you can leave as soon as he falls asleep. I'll wait up in the other chamber." Gwendolyn smiled gently, and kissed her maid's cheek, "Thank you Brandy, but that won't be necessary, I think I'll be staying the night here." "Well, I'll wait up for awhile anyway, in case you change your mind." said the loyal blonde firmly, nodding her head at her mistress' braveness as she left the room. No one could fault her mistress for lack of courage, that was sure. Nervously Gwendolyn tugged at her satin gown, suddenly unsure of herself… what if he was unpleased with her after all this time? What if it did hurt to much? What if something went terribly and horribly wrong… it didn't seem like this much happiness could possibly be real… Thoughts flew through her head, making her more and more nervous, anxiety burning a hole in her stomach. When the door suddenly opened and Al appeared, clad only in a brocade robe, she almost gasped with relief at the interruption to her thoughts. "My Lady," was all he murmured as he flew across the room after closing the door, shedding his robe as he crossed to the bed… and then he was on her, lips devouring her own, fingers tracing burning paths of arousal up her body. "Oh Al…" she moaned. "Alexander…" he nuzzled his lips against her collarbone as he began to pull her nightgown up and over her head, "I have wished for so long that you could call me by my real name, as you are now my Gwendolyn." "Alexander," she sighed his name as the gown slipped completely off her as his face and hands buried themselves in her breasts, making her moan with delight. Everything seemed so much headier as they were now completely free to love each other, happiness filling their hearts along with their mutual desire. Gwendolyn moaned as he sucked on her hard nipple, the sensation running through her sweet cunny. They kissed and touched every part of each other, reveling in each other's bodies, celebrating their love and its completion in their marriage. Spreading her thighs with his hands he began to lick and suck at her sweet juices, and Gwendolyn panted as her hands wound in his hair, "Come here," she pleaded prettily, "I want to taste you as well…" Brown eyes looked up from between her creamy thighs, "Not yet," he said, "We will become man and wife tonight… there are many other nights for other things," and the heat in his voice made her shiver in delight. She moaned and gasped as he ate her, making her as wet as he possibly could for the coming intrusion. Licking his way over her shaved mound he pressed his lips against each of her tender nipples and then their lips met again, tongues dancing gaily, as his stiffie began to travel between her thighs. Nudging wetly against her pinkness, he moaned her name again as it found her virgin hole. Gwendolyn shuddered as his thick cockie started to press into her tender folds, feeling her body opening for him. He pressed forward until he reached the barrier, and then he lifted his mouth up from hers and gazed lovingly into her eyes. "It will hurt my dear Gwendolyn," he said, looking at her tenderly. "I know," she said, "And I have hurt for you once and would willingly do so again… take me my Knight, my Prince, my Alexander, make me your wife." Smiling down at her happy face, his lips caught hers in a kiss, her cry muffled by his mouth as he broke through the barrier. Slowing his thrust, he held himself in place as a few tears leaked from her eyes; then, carefully, he began working himself into her pussy, inch by tender inch. Gwendolyn moaned as her body stretched, and she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate these new sensations, the pain slowly fading away as her joy with her husband was renewed. Gently he pressed into her, letting her adjust to his invading member, feeling her sheath tight and wet around him as he buried himself in her body. Sighing happily, her arms reached up around his neck, pulling him close to her as he began steady slow thrusts in and out of her, his lips pressing against her neck, her collarbone and her sweet mouth. New sensations ran through her body as he pressed against her, his body hard and comforting against her soft curves. Breasts flattened against his chest, she felt wonderfully and decadently his, able to express it in every way possible, reveling in the feeling of his hardness moving in her; their love expressing itself in a way saved for man and wife alone. It filled her with joy and burning pleasure as her hips began to move up against his downward thrusts, their bodies melding in sensual delight, a dance of love and harmony that had begun weeks ago and was only now being completed. Moaning and gasping they moved together, sweat making their bodies glisten as they made love, the smells and sounds of passionate loving filling the room. Kissing tenderly, their eyes would meet and smile at each other as his penis filled her, making her a creature of pleasure that was all his and his alone. It was passion and joy in every thrust as they moved, lips covering each other's bodies, tongues tracing small trails as Gwendolyn arched and heaved beneath him, her soft body enticing him to harder and harder thrusts. She squealed and whimpered, delighted by his slow loss of control, knowing instinctively that it was because of her, because of his need for her. His hands were buried in her unbound hair for the first time as he moaned, her sweet scent filling his nose… he felt like she'd intoxicated him, taken over his entire being as he filled her body, pleasure running over him in waves as he tried to hold off his climax, waiting for her body to catch up to his. Yearning and moving beneath him, Gwendolyn could feel that elusive burning sensation as he rubbed against her little love button, and she squirmed so that each of his thrusts pressed it firmly. Rubbing and wriggling, she started to pant as the heat between her legs started to mount, molten liquid that he burrowed into, spearing her with pleasurable thrust. Arching her back she cried out his name, "ALEXANDER! OH ALEXANDER!" over and over, her sweet juices coating his member as she thrashed and convulsed beneath him. Finally he could let go and he slammed her body hard with a few well-aimed thrusts, and moaned her name into her hair as his fluid finally began to pour into her womb, filling her with his hot cream. Nuzzling, they came down from their orgasm together, completely happy for the first time in their lives. Still on top of her and inside her, Alexander held her close, and she kept her arms wrapped tightly around him, never wanting to let go. "I feel as though this must be a dream…" she whispered to him, "One that I never want to wake up from." "Oh, no, not a dream," he smiled at her, "In a dream we'd be in a clearing, and we wouldn't have to face the kingdom tomorrow when everyone will know exactly what we've done tonight." Gwendolyn moaned in embarrassment and her cheeks flushed pink as she realized the truth in his words. He laughed at her and asked, teasing, "So, are you going to keep your promise never to let your new husband be pleasured with your mouth or bum?" Gwendolyn grinned impishly up at him, "Of course not." "Oh dear," he sighed, pretending disappointment, "Methinks I married a wench!" And they both laughed as she squealed insult and hit him with a pillow before he could press his lips against hers for another kiss. ****************** Nine months later the kingdom celebrated again on the birth of a baby daughter to their beloved (and much in love) Prince and Princess. -------------------------------------- Thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! if you'd like to see more like this please let me know because i haven't really gotten that much feedback on this series =) and please don't forget to vote! *HUGS*