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Highever Series Ch. 00

By: Julianne_Geneve



This is my first submission to Literotica! My story has distinctive references to the game Dragon Age Origins, but you don't have to know it as I only borrowed names and places and not the complete plot. Please rate and comment! 

I would hate to waste your time, so know that this story takes its time and this first part has no sex scenes. My focus on these first chapters are mostly character development. You have my word that I will post the continuation of this as soon as tomorrow depending on how you enjoy it. 

Enjoy! :) 

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HIGHEVER PALACE

"Ready my horse, Gustav. I'm up for an early ride in the wilds this morning." Kellan commanded with the utmost courtesy as he approached the servants' table in the castle's main kitchen. From the corner of his eye he spotted two unfamiliar servants who were slicing vegetables for his father's morning soup, drop to their knees.

"Our apologies your majesty, we did not see you come in." muttered the elder, her head bowed down as she spoke.

Gustav gave his old friend, his highness the prince a knowing grin. Prince Kellan Bryce Theirin IV was always an early bird, sometimes awoke before any of the morning duty guards or breakfast servants were. He always came into the kitchen almost as a commoner, dressed in his casual white shirt and pants and would grab an apple from the freshly picked basket and sit down at the cottage table to have a chat with him. Prince Kellan would encourage the servants to be at ease when he is not on duty at court, addressing the throne room, escorting his stepmother in the absence of the King, or simply grabbing an early morning snack at the kitchen. 

Now, even at 28 years old, (the age when a man of noble birth is encouraged to take court and marry) the man still acts as humble as no noble ever was. Gustav was merely a boy of fifteen when he came to take his father's place as a stable boy in the castle, unfamiliar with his surroundings and with limited access to see his family because of his servitude, he was frightened but tried to learn how to be a man and bottle it all in. The Prince however was not a stranger to maternal longing. His mother, Lady Theresa Vael, succumbed to a deadly plague when he was eight, and although his stepmother, The Comtess Beatrice Langford Theirin treated him well, he still finds himself, after many years, longing for his own mother. Three years his senior and allowed a horse outside the palace grounds, Kellan would always ask Gustav to accompany him on his morning rides, intentionally leading their horses to pass by Gustav's village, so he may spend some time with his family. Ten years later, their closeness remains the same, with the Prince sometimes unknowingly dining at their small cottage with his family. 

Kellan gave them a polite smile and summoned them to stand. "At ease ladies, and always so when I come into your abode. Now, as you were." the servants nodded gratefully and returned to their duties as the Prince takes his seat at the servant's breakfast table in front of Gustav. 

If his features weren't so distinctive, no one would guess that he was the most important man in the country, being the only direct heir to the throne. His piercing ocean blue eyes would easily specify him of Theirin blood. If historical paintings were accurate, then his resemblance to his 3rd Great Grandfather King Alistair was eerily uncanny, except he has his wife's eyes, (Lady Arista Cousland's.) 

"Pardon me, Sire, but I believe your father wanted to you hold court today. He has asked me to get all the horses ready for their trip up north, to fetch the Comtess' niece. I was just informing you in case you wanted to take a longer ride." 

Kellan sighed heavily. He knew it was his duty to the throne to make an advantageous alliance through marriage. For about five years now, he has been pressured to meet ladies of neighboring kingdoms, so he does not feel as if he was being pressured into the frowned upon idea of an "arranged marriage." And although extremely tempting, he found most of them too easily amused. Once his arousal was satiated by them, and to be curt, quite easily, he found them more suitable a concubine. Out of frustration, his father announced that he either make his choice this year, or he--the King, will make it for him. 

"Lady Dominique De Bourgh..." Kellan muttered under his breath as he nonchalantly grabbed a fruit plate. Dominique was his stepmother's niece and 8 years his junior. They first met when she was twelve, and once again when she was sixteen. Although sweet-tempered, intelligent, sophisticated and beautiful--everything he wanted in a wife, he still does not see her any more than he would a sibling, if he ever had any. 

Kellan knew that his father and stepmother would go up north to Chanterburry to fetch her niece and bring her here, in order for them to get "better acquainted." Which in Kellan's knowing ears sounds just as well as "Royal Wedding Bells." 

"Things could be different now, Sire. The years may have proven to be kind." Gustav said encouragingly as he noticed his friend's sudden withdrawal. He has never met the Lady before, as the King would often refuse to take the most trusted servant away from his kingdom on their visits up north, and Gustav--for the most part didn't mind. He had the liberty to see his family, sleep in the chambermaids' quarters, drink ale, and most of all, have a look at the books that Kellan encourages him to read when he has spare time. 

"It was never about her beauty or youth, Gustav. She is beautiful by remarkable means as I can recall, courteous than most royals I've ever encountered. But our conversations have always been mild, and quite plain to be honest." he leaned back, peering at the window beside him. "She is of sophistication as well, quite deserving to be a noble--and to be a nobleman's wife--but just not for myself." 

"I suppose if duty truly calls for me to marry before I take the throne, then by all means she is perfection at it's finest." Kellan muttered finally as he beckoned for Gustav to join him for a ride in the morning before he had to attend to court. 

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CHANTERBURRY

"Please come with me to the castle Geneve, I have never been before and I certainly wouldn't be able to keep my wits without you around!" Dominique pleaded. "We are sisters after all, and--and--it is your duty!" she teased, desperate for her to comply. 

A teasing smirk likewise formed from Geneve's full scarlet lips, the marking of her father. "Half-sisters, Dominique. And you know how royals make me ill! What need would you have of me after the--'Royal Wedding?'"

Somewhat withdrawn, Dominique kept her chin up. "Kellan has always been good to me when we met, so I suppose he wouldn't have a problem if I kept you around as my lady-in-waiting." she half-smiled.

"Lady-in-waiting? Spare me your titles, dear. You know I have no desire for such." 

"You're technically a royal."

"A royal bastard." she teased. 

"You know how much that bothers me, Geneve." Dominique muttered, uncharacteristically sternly. "We have the same father, the only difference is that he was married to my mother when he already had you with yours. I have never treated you any differently, I love you as my own sister ignoring our own father's faults and I wanted you to live here. Father wants you to have your own title now that we're both of age but you have refused repeatedly, which I have respected. But it pains me to hear that you still consider yourself a bastard when I have never treated you as such." 

Geneve paused, ashamed. "My apologies, sister. You know I love you so. I was just taken aback by this--engagement or lack thereof, and my fear that you would live far, far, away without me, indulging in all this royal snobbery." she pulled her own silky brown hair back as her and Dominique sat in front of the vanity table, she began to distinguish how strikingly contrast they looked. Dominique had beautiful blond curly hair which went just below her shoulders, much like her mother's. A small pouty mouth and a small chin to go with it. Geneve took her luscious brown hair from her mother, and the mouth that would definitely prove her a De Bourgh. They both had their father's almond-shaped ice-blue eyes, and their buxom creamy breasts which almost always spills out of their day gowns, they figured that most of the women in their father's side had them. 

"So you'll come then? If you're so unsettled of me moving far away?" Dominique suddenly smiled. 

With a slight groan, as her sister definitely outsmarted her once again, Geneve resigned, "Alright, alright, you've won." they laughed, especially the latter, she had known that she was also asked to visit in case the wedding was to take place immediately. 

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HIGHEVER PALACE

"Gustav, stay at my side." Kellan asked. The throne room had been decorated beautifully with fresh spring flowers, and after three whole weeks his father had finally returned from the trip to Chanterburry, informing him that 'Dominique has arrived and has blossomed well!' After an afternoon's rest, they are to suffer the formality of being announced in the throne room among local courtiers and nobles, then they are to dine together. 

Kellan hasn't seen his inevitable bride since she has arrived, and his stepmother preferred it so. She believed that the anxious feeling of surprise might encourage him to finally bite the bait. Not that he needed it. After a few weeks of self-reflection, he has finally agreed to comply to this semi-arranged marriage. His Father King Maric III and mother Lady Theresa did not have an arranged marriage, rumor has it that he saw her attending to court with her father and pursued her to no end. The marriage to his stepmother, Beatrice, however was arranged two years after his mother's death, she was fit to wear the crown and the courtiers saw the kingdom empty without a Queen. Though awkward at first, it seems they have grown closer over the years and have learned to respect each other and coexist. He could only hope that him and Dominique will have the same fate. 

"Are you certain, Messir? You know your father would not appreciate having your stable boy posed anywhere near the throne." 

"Father will certainly not mind, because you are no longer a stable boy--you haven't been in years--you are the captain of the guard. Just because you prefer readying the horses rather than your duties when I hold court does not mean that you're my stable boy." 

Gustav laughed. "I tease, I tease. This fine suit does remind me it's great to be a Captain." he muttered, though he does enjoy the company of horses, he was the first in his family to receive the honor of being Captain of the Guard, and it is a title he values proudly. 

Gustav readily took his place two steps down the right of the Prince, who stood right of the King's throne, slightly forward. Above them, at the high viewing terraces that surrounded the room, the nobles of Highever whispered excitedly in their seats as the courtiers took their places at the terraces facing the throne. 

The herald stood up the podium and this instantly hushed down the whispers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I now present to you, your Royal Highness, King Maric Theirin III escorted by his wife, her majesty and Princess-Consort Comtess Beatrice Langford Theirin!" 

A cheery applause welcomed the couple as the double doors opened and they made their way down the aisle along the line of dressed knights. The King took his chair and the Comtess stood beside him, eager in her excitement. She had lent Dominique her diamond sapphire necklace and couldn't wait to see it on her. She secured her blond bun under her tiara as she looks proudly at her husband, whose excitement in having another heir was apparent. 

The crowd remained standing, as opposed to taking their seats after the King took his, as per custom when an honored visitor to the castle is to be announced. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, join your majesty the King of Highever, along with his son Prince Kellan--" a momentary sigh from the younger ladies in attendance "and the Comtess as they welcome our honored guests of the evening, Lady Dominique De Bourgh of Chanterburry and her sister, " a slight hesitation from the herald because the latter is not of a proper title for being a sibling to a noble according to the scroll, assuming it an error, " Lady Geneve De Bourgh, likewise of Chanterburry!"

A polite applause greeted the sisters as the double doors opened from them, Dominique held her chin high as she walked down the aisle to formally curtsy for Highever's royal family and her future husband. Her long dark blond locks are secured in a formal french braid and she marched down with a royal blue gown, upon the insistence of her aunt, mildly showing her voluptuous assets as her neckline was gently lowered upon arrival, to 'accentuate the sapphire necklace she was lent.' Geneve, marching beside her, wore a much more humble peach colored dress, and her medium brown hair was neatly poised into a side ponytail. Her step-aunt insisted that she also have her dress lowered at the front, because such assets shouldn't be ashamed of. It was maybe because of the tailor's mistake, but her neckline was pushing immodesty. Her creamy breasts are deviously teasing out of her dress but it was still a polite outfit. Her full scarlet lips forced a smile as they finally reached the front of the King's throne and finally got to curtsy for the royal family and have the first look at her brother. 

Kellan only took a moment to breathe as formalities were being spoken. Dominique was perfection, but the beauty beside her was outstanding. Though she only gave him a courteous nod, he did not stop staring at the marvelous form that was before him. He was not informed that Dominique's sister was in the castle, nor did he even know that she had a sister! Geneve's eyes were off him as she listened to the herald speak to the courtiers, so he took a while to feast his eyes on her full-blown lips, which he was eager to kiss right away, and lower he hungered for the full breasts that were displayed in front of his eyes. He clenched his fists as he studied his subject better. The peach gown, although heavily layered hugged her in all the right places. He started to feel a familiar ache underneath his belt and tried to relax as the King took podium. 

"Let the feast, begin!" he announced excitedly. 

As slight hints of an engagement slowly captured the dining table, Dominique kept mum. She sat right beside her future husband but could not help but steal glances at some man who seemed to be close to Kellan but was not introduced. Kellan was just as she remembered. Well built, tall, chiseled jaw-line, handsome, and of few words. But she was looking at someone who, if she's not mistaken--is an important member of the Highever guards. He stood almost directly behind the King's chair along with a line of other guards about ten feet from the big table. Dominique looked eagerly as the conversation left her. This man had short rich dark brown hair, in contrast to Kellan's medium length golden blond. He had bigger muscles and had a slighter height advantage. Other than Kellan and some pompous Lord from a neighboring kingdom she had not been socially exposed to any other man, as far as she knows, her sister as well. 

As if on instinct, Gustav felt shy eyes were upon him. He checked on the King, who was happily speaking to his wife, Kellan who was quitely sipping his wine, and then to his future bride, who upon being caught in a stare--quickly changed her focus. Only after a few seconds, look back up at him and granted him a smile. 

Confused, he gave the lady a curt nod and stood back in position. 'Surely such kindness to castle staff must be of value to Kellan, if he's smart.' he thought.

Highever Series Ch. 01



Geneve was overwhelmed this evening to say the least. First, she was erratically introduced as a Lady to the Palace, although it was under her strict instruction that she would not be (for she wasn't, as she has refused the title, fully grasping the fact that she is a nobleman's bastard) and now, sitting across the fifteen foot long table from her beloved sister and her soon to be betrothed, The Prince of Highever to continue the awkward evening.

Stunningly handsome as he looks, Geneve finds herself much more intrigued about his curt manner. According to Dominique, Prince Kellan has a nice disposition and maintains the same courteous and polite manners as she. Although she remembers her saying that she 'terribly regrets' not having any 'attraction of the intimate kind' towards him. 

This is what makes her somewhat grateful to be a semi-commoner. She would have the chance, and the choice to marry for love. Her father might have a hold on her and likewise assert that she make a 'strong allegiance' , but there is no need for that hold, especially since his legal daughter seemed to have secured the most advantageous allegiance possible. Abandoned by her mother for believing that she would have a much better life in her wealthy father's care, she vowed at an early age not to believe all these distinguished royalty mess. She did not suffer any maltreatment at the De Bourgh Estate, in fact, she was easily accepted into the family. Her stepmother, Dominique's mother, hardly said a word to her before she passed away almost two years ago but was always polite, and her father, the most passive person she knows was withdrawn not only towards her, but also to Dominique. Although her and the latter grew up to be close, she never had the feeling of an actual familial setting as everyone in the household fell prey to 'royalty dispositions.' She had the dream of having a small cottage with small farm animals, four children running about, and a husband with the kindest manner. It was a simple dream, yet she felt privileged knowing that Dominique may not dream as simply as she does. 

"May I have a word with you?" Kellan asked Dominique politely. 

Dominique nodded gracefully as she set her table napkin down. "Of course." she stood up and gave the guardsman that had caught her attention another glance before the Prince took her hand and led her out to the gardens with a couple of novice guards behind them. She had never felt so bold as to give anyone so much as a courteous nod if they hadn't addressed her first, but the guardsman! For some reason she could not resist, she was extremely curious about him and how he would react to her, yet they have not spoken a word to each other! It was something her usually reserved self absolutely did not understand. 

"How have you been since we met last?" Asked Kellan as he beckoned her to take a seat once they reached the tea area of the Palace garden. It was nicely lit and guards stood twenty feet away from them, for assumed privacy.

"I have been well. Yourself?"

"Pressured."

"I understand. Me too."

"It was not of my knowledge that you had a sister."

"She does not like to mingle with the royal society, sir."

"But she is a Lady?"

"I assume my Aunt hasn't given you much about my family sire," she politely responded, and told the prince of Geneve's tale. "She could be a lady if she wanted to, but she has no desire for such a responsibility. Had it been her choice, she would have kept her mother's surname and not have taken the heavy weight of De Bourgh." she paused as she looked up at the stars. "I cannot blame her, although I am grateful for the privilege." 

Kellan looked down at her and smiled. She hasn't changed one bit. Dominique would be the perfect Queen to rule the kingdom beside. She was beautiful, eloquent, gentle and polite. 

"You know, they expect us to marry."

"I do."

"Are you ready?"

"Not quite--not at all, really. To be honest, I don't think I'll ever be." Dominique looked away as the moonlight bounced from her creamy skin and golden locks. "But it is how I assume you feel at the moment--I shall do it if duty calls."

Kellan's lips grew wider. "You know, one of the things I admire most about you is your ability to be honest and polite at the same time. No wonder your aunt thinks us a good match, we are very much alike."

"Too much alike to--"

"be attracted to each other." they both finished and laughed. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw his father and the Comtess peering from the hall terrace. 

"Will you be relieved if I told you--"

"That you have no intention of marrying me, but have the deepest desire to be well acquainted with my sister?" finished Dominique, quite pleased with herself, and finding herself much excited for her sister. "Not relieved, but not disappointed either."  

"Is she engaged?"

Dominique shook her head. "She hasn't been introduced as much as I have, but if I were you, I will not ask her for her hand right off."

"Why is that?"

"She will refuse you. She will consider it a passive trait, and she may not know it--but I know my sister more than she knows herself. She frowns upon those who are slaves to the crown and tradition. It reminds her too much of our father."

"Is that so?"

Dominique nodded, knowing that her father married her own mother because tradition strictly favors for nobles to be married to nobles, even if Geneve's mother's family, she hears is of decent disposition. 

"Would you like to be escorted back inside so you may rest? This evening's festivities must have you exhausted." he offered his arm, which she gladly took--much more eagerly than when they first met this evening. 

"In the morning, I will be busy. I shall ask my best guardsman to keep you escorted about the kingdom."

Dominique's eyes suddenly lit up. She had an involuntary quick inner prayer as to who his "best guardsman" might be. "May I ask--just for the sake of knowing--"

A hearty laugh from the prince's mouth. "His name is Gustav."

"I'm sorry?"

"The man you have been overlooking me with all evening--his name is Gustav, he is a great fellow, my captain of the guard and most of all my best friend." 

"It wasn't my intention to--"

A stong masculine forefinger halted her small pouty lips. "I need not know more." Kellan whispered. "Save it for the Captain."

"Accompany your future betrothed? Isn't that your duty your highness?" asked Gustav as he readied Kellan's horse. 

"There has been no offer of marriage to her from either myself or my father. So that claim of duty is invalid." 

"Sire, you have never asked me to accompany any lady that has come to visit before. If you did, you were always present..."

"Do you have your beast in a knot over escorting a lady? I'm sure she won't bite, Gustav." 

Gustav felt his face grow slightly warmer. Kellan has chided about their manly desires before, but never towards a specific person, more so, a lady.

"Please do not think that I will ever view the lady as if--"

"Gustav, get yourself together and just take her about, will you? You've been around long enough to know that a lady should have an escort outside the castle grounds. Her sister has no desire to be outdoors at the moment, so I feel compelled to maybe stay as well...."

"You and her sister..."

"I will see you later Gustav. Lady Dominique awaits you in half an hour." he left the speechless captain with a smirk as he mounted his horse. 

It was a sunny day, and Dominique was inexplicably nervous. So nervous, in fact, that her sister took a quick hold of it before she left their quarters.

"You're not acting yourself."

"What ever do you mean by that?"

"You have been smiling all morning."

"I always smile."

"To yourself? Come now sister, we are all expecting it, did he ask for your hand last evening? No need to keep it a secret!" 

She stifled a grin as she secured her golden blonde hair in a casual half ponytail and left their room. She picked out her yellow sundress, and yet again, upon her Aunt the Comtess' insistence, her cleavage showed a little, just to show off how delectable her assets were. She was uncomfortable with this suggestion when she was going to be introduced to Kellan last evening but for some reason proudly walked out with it knowing that she was to meet Gustav in a few moments. 

The familiar and exciting sight of the tall and dark-haired Captain greeted her as she approached the back entrance of the palace. He was dressed distinctively, bearing the Theirin family crest in the front of his suit. She gazed directly upon his eyes quite boldly, eager to have memories of how he looked so she may take it back with her when they part today. The closer she got to him, the harder her heart pounded. She let her eyes roam allover his broad shoulders, something even the heavy suit of the Captain guard cannot conceal, his long red lips, and a slight five-o-clock shadow the covered his strong jawline. 

"Good day, Lady Dominique. Your rest was well I trust? My name is Gustav, and I am the Captain of the Guard for the royal family. I shall be your escort for the day as the Prince has some duties that need tending to this morning." said Gustav.

Dominique shivered upon first hearing his deep, quite husky voice, forcing her too eager smile to resign.

"Yes, I did have a good rest. Thank you for asking. How was yours?" 

'Really? I thought you were an artist in conversation?' she thought quite angrily to herself as her words to Gustav physically left her mouth. 

"Quite well, milady." Gustav replied, unsure of how to feel as the light blue eyes greeted him with such unfamiliar enthusiasm. "The carriage should arrive soon enough--"

"Carriage?"

"Yes, my lady is something the matter? The stable is not far from here."

Having a carriage meant the a coach would be present, and that the novice servant standing behind her would accompany them per custom. 

"I had initially planned to go on horseback." she responded quickly.

Gustav eyes instinctively looked below her shoulders. The lady was wearing a simple yellow day gown under a light white shawl, and some light brown boots to go about the day. 

"Madam, are you certain? If I may insist on a carriage--"

"I'm quite the rider, Captain. I don't believe one can enjoy the outdoors inside the confines of a wooden box. In Chanterburry, I could ride my own horse around, no matter my outfit, as long as I kept clear of public vision." 

For the first time since seeing her, Gustav allowed himself to have a good look at the Lady. Her golden hair fell gracefully on her shoulders, her small red lips still in a slight smile and the same blue gaze still looked up at him eagerly. Gustav did feel a little weakness upon hearing the word 'captain' escape from her lips. But he shrugged off and maintained his position. 

"As you wish, madam." 

Other than the thrill of having her hand and waist lifted up to mount the horse, their escapade was uneventful--at least physically. Lady Dominique finally realized that she was suffering what they call in some books as 'butterflies'. Their actual conversation during the ride was kept polite and disciplined, though certain thoughts were, unbeknownst to Dominique--starting to invade the young Captain's usually controlled mind. 

She showed him quite gracefully that she was adept at handling horses, even nice enough to feed each of theirs an apple from her basket and stopping instantly when she saw the lake about twenty miles from the castle so that they could replenish their thirsts. He was slowly beginning to be captured by her simple yet distinguished poise. 

Silence was their company for the past 20 minutes as the horses have been rested up and she sat quietly by the shore of the lake, her now bare feet touching the rocks where water was seeping through as he stood patiently by a nearby tree, keeping a polite distance. 

"Madam, would you like to start heading back now?" 

"You don't mind if I try to stay in the sun for a couple of moments, do you?" she asked back politely. "I won't be long." 

"Of course, my lady I shall--"

"Will you come sit with me and hold my shawl? I would not want it wet with lake water nor scented with the fruits in my basket." she quickly responded.

Gustav did not reply, but joined her ashore, he had the instinct to avoid her, but something magnetic was suddenly pulling him towards her. 

He sat down about a foot away from her. 

"Captain?"

Gustav looked beside him as she handed him her silk garment. She moved closer beside him, close enough that he could smell her jasmine scent. Furthermore, her upper body that the the shawl had been concealing is revealed to him, almost immodestly had she not behaved of such sophistication all morning. For someone with such bony build, she had quite a full chest. He did not catch himself staring as he gazed upon the skin that seemed to be begging to be let out of the tightened dress, creamy, smooth, delectable to the vision, he could not help but wonder how they would feel in his hands and taste in his mouth. 

Finally catching himself, he stood up and headed towards his horse as his member instantly responded to the vision. 

"I--seem to have forgotten that I have duties to attend to--with the Prince at the soonest moment, so pardon me madam, but we have to start heading back." 

"I would like to take the horses back with you, Captain if that's alright." Dominique asked, frustrated that the Captain refused her even a look on their whole way back. They were back on Palace grounds already and he had not spoken a word to her. 

"It's quite alright Madame, I can take both back quite fine after I take you in the front entrance." 

"I would really like to see the stables where they stay and study how they compare to our stables at Chanterburry--" 

"I'm sure they're all the same, my lady--"

"I insist, Captain." she said with a politely stern tone. How she did that, he would never know. 

Gustav granted her a first look since avoiding the sight of her bosoms earlier. He still held her shawl inside his cape, and under the late afternoon sun, The Lady's chest lay softly against her, her legs spread open under her modest ankle-length dress. His member was patiently responding, with extremely dark and tempting thoughts invading his brain. 

He looked away, and with a curt nod responded, "As you wish." 

"These stables are a lot bigger than my estate's. Well polished and stocked as well." 

Finally off the horse and with her basket, she was readily heading out of the stable only to find Gustav in almost a cold fidgety state, again not even looking at her. 

"I should be escorting you back to the castle now, ma'am--I have the duty to guard the main stable today, and my shift starts soon." he lied. With the Lady in such a casual and approachable state he was all but strong. He had to be away from her as his groin was beginning to betray his discipline, he grew more thankful for the heavy suit he was dressed with to conceal it.

Dominique stood still in front of him, closer than they ever were today. In a dire and frustrated state of confusion, she uncharacteristically queried, 

"I thought you said your duty was with Kellan?"

"Did I? Well, yes ma'am--to Prince Kellan's horse."

"Zevran isn't here." she knowingly responded, knowing what Kellan's horse looked like when his family came up to visit at Chanterburry.

"Well, these are all the Prince's horses, my lady, and I--"

"Well then will you explain why you refuse to even look me in the eye? If you have grown tired of being my escort today, you may be honest with me. I doubt it has something to do with your current 'duties'."

"NO! Not at all my lady..."

"I don't have to be escorted back from here, Captain. Thank you for your time."

With a small redeemed yet dissappointed pride she turned herself away from him and started heading out of the barn. 

A strong bare hand gently held her elbow back, turning him towards her.

"My lady, please allow me to apologize for--" he started carefully, slowly releasing the little piece of bare flesh he was able to feel of her. 

Maybe it was her proximity to the man, as her chest was suddenly touching his upon the turn and she could feel his own chest heaving--but something inside Dominique's curious and innocent mind unraveled from within her as she pulled his head down towards hers and touched his lips with her own. 

Her lips were the softest he's ever kissed, moist, gentle and timidly curious. The kiss was only under ten seconds long and he found his own hands on her waist, pulling her closer. 

Dominique pulled away as quickly as she was drawn near. She held on to a wooden bar, looking away from him, trying to calm her now heavily beating heart as she began to ponder her own actions. This was her FIRST KISS. Her first interaction with a man, and she initiated it! Courtesy has told her as a proper lady to accept welcome and desirable actions, not make them! 

Holding her own flushed cheeks, she silently muttered

"Captain, I--"

Gustav remained silent, still mesmerized by the sweet scent that was left by the innocent kiss that just left his mouth. 

"I--am quite unsure of what to say at the moment..." she continued, still looking away from him. 

He stood behind her, holding his own lips in disbelief, as the mild creature breathed heavily not that far from where he was left standing. Her innocent lips left the most distinguished taste on his own, the touch of her soft fingers still left a warmth on his neck. 

Without thinking twice he swiftly turned her towards him again, with such dominance that indicated his fading discipline. He hungrily captured her mouth with his own, holding her neck gently with one hand and his arm strongly grasping her body closer to his. 

Dominique forgot the rules, who she was, where they were, what this is, and allowed herself to succumb to his advances. She held on to his strong shoulders as he held her. Innocent to such intimacy, she gasped when she felt his tongue part her lips--but she was more afraid that he would stop, so she closed her eyes and slightly welcomed his protruding tongue. 

He teased in and out of her mouth, passionately tasting and exploring every crevice of her orifice. With the way she kissed him, he knew she was innocent, yet how she held him instinctively made him secure about his next actions. 

With their lips and tongues still intact, Captain Gustav swept up her legs in a swift motion and lay her by the bed of hay at the far corner of the stable. Though he felt that she was willing to accept his advances, he was hungry for her to respond with her own. 

"Put your tongue inside my mouth," he commanded between their hungry breaths as his free hand roamed her body from outside the garment. She felt his hand move up and down the side of her breast and her leg--exploring and driving her mad.

Afraid but desperately curious she complied with his order as she pushed past his teeth with her tongue. He softly moaned in response, and feeling that this pleases him, she opened her mouth the widest she could to accommodate his deepening kiss. 

Gustav's groin was getting angry. He has laid with women before, but never a lady. Never someone so gentle, demure, innocent and compliant. His lips left her mouth and she silently protested with a soft whimper...

"Gustav--" she said softly. 

Hearing his name in such an alluring manner drove him more to the edge. He kissed her mouth again, then made a trail from her jawline, to her neck, then to her begging bosoms. She was breathing so hard that he felt they may spill out of her dress. 

He kissed the soft creamy tops, before allowing himself to completely lower the hem down to expose her soft pink nipples, erect, ready to be tasted. 




Highever Series Ch. 01



Dominique gasped. She did not know if she was more scared of how hungrily his deep blue eyes studied her exposed breasts as they are now fully free from the dress that still covered the rest of her body. Her arm instinctively tried to cover herself, but Gustav was quick to grab both beauties in his bare strong hands. 

Dominique closed her eyes as she felt him taste her nipples as hungrily as he'd tasted her mouth. He licked hungrily between each breast as he massaged and and played with the other with his forefinger and thumb. She felt a moisture building in her sacred place, she closed her legs shut from under him. 

The scent of jasmine finally left Gustav completely mad. The Lady's bosoms were too full to be captured by his single hand and he could not get enough of them. Her silent moans and soft touches to his head encouraged him even more, as his kiss moved lower and lower--first kissing her stomach, still covered by the dress, her hips, likewise concealed--and then he started to raise the skirts. 

Though completely captured by him, Dominique's legs remained shut. He pulled the hem of her dress all the way up to her waist, exposing her long slender legs and her soaked trousers.

Seeing her soaked fed the beast that captured his mind at the moment. His forefinger examined the moisture and Dominique, in embarrassment tightened her legs further. 

A single hand remained on his shoulder, though she is now unsure of what is happening, she wanted him to stay near her. 

"Open your legs." he asked huskily as he moved her knees apart. He felt like he was turning into a wild animal. "I'm going to taste you." 

Dominique hesitated but softened her stiff legs. She was afraid, but her unknown arousal was more powerful than her fright.

Gustav groaned with her hesitation as he pulled her trousers down and spread her legs apart with moderate assertion. He wasn't going to be deprived of this lady's secret--not after everything she has already shown him, it worked against the rule--it made him hungry for more. 

A beastly hunger captured him as her exposed slit lay before his eyes and touch. Laying in front of him is a lady, with a dress that only concealed her stomach, exposing her full breasts and the small shaven but dripping deep red opening that lay between her slender legs. She was panting heavily, her face scarlet with embarrassment and arousal, holding his arm pleadingly as he focused all of his vision on her latest revelation.

"Gustav--what--"

Gustav touched, making circles in her main hole, teasing himself. The velvety folds responded softly to his touch, her wetness aroused him even more. He wanted to insert all of himself inside her, but the tightness that he was eager to conquer needed a little bit more prodding. 

"Please, don't--don't look..." she started as she attempted to lower her dress. She did not want him to stop being near her, but the lady in her felt that no one should be that close to her sacred place. Gustav stared at her dripping slit hungrily, and though compliant, she was growing embarrassed. 

Gustav heard no request as he lowered his head down to taste her. If his mouth reflected hunger when he first tasted hers, the commanding starvation that was capturing her moist privates was famished with an insatiable thirst.

He kissed her opening and with his fingers, opened her red folds completely so he could grant her good licks with his artist of a tongue. 

"Gustav--please..." she pleaded. 

Dominique found the act dirty, she would never in her wildest dreams imagine such an act, and yet her body betrayed her. Her hips moved towards his hungry mouth, allowing him to completely satiate his hunger for her juices. Gustav's tongue explored her already moist secret, his long tongue tasting the inside of her main opening. She looked down to see only the top of his dark hair, intent on getting almost all of his face inside her tight hole, and her long legs laying on each of his shoulders, her feet shooting at opposite directions as the beast ravished her.

Something like a big ball of desire started to build up from inside of Dominique as her hands held Gustav's head down tightly, and trickles of sweat started to form at her forehead.

"Gustav..." she moaned softly, not knowing what she was feeling--it was all very pleasing and frightening at the same time.

Familiar to this pleasure than she was, Gustav complied willingly, knowing what experience he will grant her and with his own erection starting to ache as she moaned, louder and louder and sometimes even with his name in her pleading whispers.

Dominique felt her body shake as her arousal erupted. He licked and swallowed any moisture that her pussy granted him, still kissing it as he was kissing her mouth earlier. Her breaths were short and fast, and her deep red slit was suddenly too sensitive to his tongue and breath.

Her body started tilting away from him, although her hand still held on to his head, cold from involuntary pulses that her orgasm has caused. 

Knowing what has transpired, he moved up against her granting her breasts soft kisses in the process as his lips, still wet with her juices met up with hers. 

He wanted nothing more than to just take her innocence right then and there, he wanted to bury his shaft deep inside her, feel her wrap her long legs around him and break her maidenhood. 

He pried her legs open with his own body, and though afraid, she complied. He positioned himself dominantly on top of her with his erection more than ready to be enveloped by her velvet opening. 

Then she did something that snapped him back into reality. She held his head down for another kiss, the same as the first one she granted him. Gentle, innocent and pleading. She held on to him as if the last thing she wanted in this world was to let him go, and at that moment in time, he was right. 

What on earth was he doing? He was with Lady Dominique De Bourgh! And although Kellan expressed no interest in marrying her, she was still a lady! She did not deserve to be taken in a barn! Not by a commoner, and definitely not by a stable boy. Gustav knew that he did not deserve her gentle demeanor, her alluring embrace, and most especially, her innocence. Prince Kellan definitely wanted her to be entertained elsewhere, but this could not be what he meant.

She felt the pressure on her body ease as she opened her eyes to find him getting up from her and gently putting her dress back in a decent state. 

Not looking at her, he got up, and almost angrily, saying to himself--

"This shouldn't have happened."

Now seated and clothed though still tender between her legs and moist with sweat, she was absolutely confused. 

He looked down at her face, and now recognized a pool of moisture forming around her light blue eyes. She was the sweetest thing that he has ever beheld, but no decent man could take advantage of someone so naive. 

"I did not know what was about to transpire today as well, but--" I have not objected in any way.' she was about to say, but the sudden coldness and distance began to shame her. 

She had presented herself too cheaply, too eagerly for him. She had not behaved like a Lady should, and though naive, she knew enough to know that he had not taken her physical innocence. 

"I'm afraid I'll be unable to escort you back to the castle." He muttered sternly as he and gave her a formal nod and looked away.

"There is a guard by the big entrance to these stables, his name is Mikhail. Tell him who you are and he should know to escort you back to the castle, I bid you a good day." and he left before she could say any more. 

He walked swiftly past the servant's quarters, the Queen's gardens, and onto his private office as Captain--which he had never really used, as most of his job required him to be out with the Prince, or training new recruits. 

He tasted his own lips upon closing the door, ravishing the familiar sweetness of her juices that still clung on them. He ate her, he wanted her, his long tongue got to taste everything that was inside of her. He reached down his pants and allowed his deprived beast of much needed attention. He still had her shawl inside his coat, and the thought that this piece of garment was on her body all day was going to have to be enough to quench his desire.

TO BE CONTINUED....



Highever Series Ch. 02



Dear Readers, 

I'm sorry this one took a little bit longer to post! I have been working on trying to put everything in past tense, I am still working on it--so please excuse any awkward phrases if I missed anything. 

I really like getting comments on my work--what I could do better and such. I appreciate constructive criticism especially since this is the first story I've ever written. 

A special thanks to DirtyStrumpet for being an eager critic and reader. 

Please read Ch. 00 and Ch 01 of these series! This segment takes place a week after chapter 01.

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HIGHEVER PALACE

(Guest Quarters)

It was a bright and sunny day in the kingdom of Highever, the weather itself could put anyone with the most sorrowful spirits in a joyful mood. Unfortunately, this was not the case for Lady Dominique De Bourgh. 

Dominique spent the entire week in solemn self-reflection. In the mornings, she joined her Aunt and Uncle for morning tea along with her sister. She hid the pains of her young heart under a sincere smile, and no one had noticed that something might be wrong. Only Geneve queried once, for she knew her sister well enough to notice the unfamiliar sad twinkle in her eyes. The latter did give the subject up eventually upon Dominique's insistence that it was only because she really missed their father.

The evenings were relentless. For the past week, she had her dinners brought up, afraid to see the man that held her thoughts completely. Dominique knew that per custom, the Captain of the Guard stood inside the dining area, ten feet away from the royal table as the first family dined with honored guests. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing him again. Well, she actually wanted to see him again, but she did not wish for him to see her. 

"My lady? Your bath is ready." said her governess Romilda, who has looked after the sisters since they were little. As a spinster with no family, Romilda was free to join them on this visit, and it was a great comfort to Dominique to have her around. 

Dominique looked out the wall sized glass window inside the guest quarters of the palace, still in deep reflection. Her long fingers toyed with the tips of the golden locks that lay atop her voluptous bosoms, concealed by the silk red robe that she wore. 

She inhaled deeply as images from her encounter with Gustav captured her thoughts. At that short encounter, she allowed him to devour her body, and she loved every bit of it. She remembered how boldly he handled her erect nipples with his mouth, and how he obsessively ravaged her sex with his tongue. She remembered how her heart exploded at the climax while he still persistently--almost under a spell lapped at her silky red folds. 

"Dominique, child..." Romilda was suddenly beside her, a comforting hand rested on her shoulder. "That is enough."

If there is anything that she is trained for--it is stoicism. No royal must succumb to their own emotions, especially if they were addressing the public. 

But Romilda is not the public. She is Romilda. She is the woman who has probably taught her more than her own withdrawn mother. This woman brushed her hair, tasted her food, picked out her gowns, and when she reached adolescence, shaved her privates for inner comfort under all the layers of noble dresses. 

After a week of hiding, from herself more than anybody, Dominique closed her eyes and hugged the old lady in soft sobs. 

She cried softly as she recalled how cold she felt when he stormed out of the barn, how moist her privates remained long after his mouth had left them while she sat still, in shock. 

Of course it was her fault. She barely knew the man and she allowed him to own her body and make her feel the way she did. Why did she present herself so freely? Why did she act so cheaply? Why did her curiosity almost cost her sacred chaste? How could she have been so stupid? 

If there was any consolation in the matter, it was that she did not shed a single tear then. She gathered her belongings, straightened her hair, and walked out of the stable with her chin held high. 

But she did not have to pretend today, she cannot. She was only human. Yes, even Lady Dominique De Bourgh needed to cry. 

Tears still covered her face even when she was finally able to get into her bath. Romilda added some lavender to her usual jasmine oils to help her relax.

In short yet controlled sobs, Dominique was able to confide everything to her governess. She told her about the conversation with Kellan, her short-lived tryst with the Captain, and her hesitations about telling her sister these revelations.

The old lady, who was seated right beside the tub, listened sympathetically to her charge as she gently brushed her hair. 

"My sweet child, do not burden yourself. You are only human."

"It's easy for you to say, it is so difficult to do."

"The pains of the heart only grow bigger when they are concealed."

"You know very well that this isn't going to bode too well with public scrolls."

"Your sister and myself are not public scrolls." 

"But once I tell her, I might not have the strength to keep my head high." 

The old lady smiled. "That is true. It may be best to keep us this between us for the time being." 

Dominique closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. How much lighter her chest felt! She was very grateful to have Romilda to confide to. 

"Although I must tell you, circumstances do not hinder the truth as much as your royal poise does." Romilda muttered.

Dominique lazily shifted her icy glaze from the wonderfully ornated ceiling of the guest bathrooms to her governess'. "And what do you mean by that?" 

"Would you believe me if I told you, that I could have guessed your heart's aches since three days ago?"

"I thought I was doing a good job at being stoic."

"No, child--no." laughed Romilda. "I mean, yes! You are still doing a wonderful job of keeping your public face intact. But what I mean to say is--I knew that the Guard Captain had something to do with your absences at the dinner table, even before you told me anything!"

That got the Lady's attention. She got up and took her robe from the handle. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I spoke to the chambermaids that--"

Dominique's eyes widened in fear. "You mean to tell me that the Captain has told the palace staff about--"

"NO! Hush child, and let me finish before you say anything!" 

Dominique sat in front of the vanity table and Romilda started to dry her hair.

"The chambermaids have been wondering why the Guard Captain hasn't been present during the evenings too. He is a handsome lad, child. You can't blame them for verbally wondering." 



HIGHEVER PALACE 

(HISTORY ROOM) 

Geneve was getting more and more bored of the castle. She did enjoy the vast selection of books at the library, but reading was finally burning her out. Dominique has been distant since the day after they arrived, and she found no enjoyment in accompanying her, since she preferred to stay inside their quarters after brunch. Even then, she would find herself talking up a storm while her sister simply smiled and listened, her thoughts far. 

'Poor sister.' she quietly pondered. 'Not being able to marry for love has to be a crime in some countries.' 

Although she has never been in love, Geneve felt that she has read enough books to know that she has to fight for this right, even as a technical royal. She loved the idea of romance. A boy and a girl, holding hands, touching each other's lips with their own, getting married, having babies and growing old together. 

She was so curious about love that when she was about fourteen years of age, she bestowed an innocent kiss upon another boy's mouth. His name was Arlan De Ghent, and his father was a lord in Denerim. After exchanging startled looks, both teenagers laughed heartily and continued to play in the yard. It wasn't love of course, but it is a memory that Geneve treasured the most because it reminded her that she was free to do what she wants. 

Geneve passed a small mirror before going into the historical artifacts section of the palace. Her hair lay down in soft medium brown curls just under her shoulders, and her white sundress fell lazily just under her knees. By palace standards, she was quite underdressed. Thank goodness her Aunt is the Comtess, and the King's wife. No one has told her anything about the matter. 

"That was my mother's mirror, you know." a deep voice came from behind her. 

Startled but secure Geneve turned around to find the prince smiling at her. "It was one of the few things she was able to take with her from Starkhaven." 

"Your highness, I'm sorry I didn't see you." Geneve curtsied. 

She had been dining with Prince Kellan, the King and Comtess since Dominique's reclusion. Although most of their conversations are distant and modest, Geneve has found herself blushing whenever he intensely looked into her eyes when she responded to something he queried about. If Dominique hasn't been so distant, she would have told her how guilty she felt for looking at her supposed betrothed. 

Geneve also hated to curtsy, but for Kellan, who was so well-mannered and quite humble for a royal, she didn't seem to mind. 

"It's quite alright. Where are you headed to?"

"I wanted to see the history room."

Kellan laughed. "You gave up the library for a lot of old people's portraits?"

Geneve gave him a coy look. "The books were wonderful, Your Highness, But there must be more to the castle. In my whole week's visit I believe that the only general room I haven't visited is the history room."

Kellan gave her a good sweep with his intense blue eyes. She was dressed quite plainly today, but it only accentuated her most desirable features. Her soft breasts are slightly exposed by the low neckline of her thin dress, her brown hair casually lay on her shoulders and of course her full red lips poised in a natural pout. Oh the things he wanted to do to her. He quelled his beastly thoughts by exhaling.

"There are more things in the castle to explore. But you look like you're up for some time in the sun today."

Geneve was relieved that he broke his own gaze. She felt naked under his scorching looks. "It does look like a beautiful day. But my sister seems to be in a solemn mood--"

"I was just about to go for a walk in the woods in a moment. Allow me to give you a tour outside the Palace grounds." he muttered commandingly, with a likewise irresistible smile. 

HIGHEVER WOODS 

"Not all nobles are slaves to the throne." 

Geneve scoffed. "Then allow me to ask you why most fall prey to ridiculous customs?"

"Such as?"

"Such as the custom of an arranged marriage?"

Kellan gave her a serious look and stopped in his tracks. "What about it is ridiculous?"

Geneve felt her mouth dry up. The Prince was gazing at her intensely again, his deep blue eyes in serious query. The sun kissed his rugged blond hair as it lay tousled under his earlobe, both of his hands clasped together behind him.

They have been in deep discussion for the past hour and were well away from the palace grounds. The Prince refused any escorts, and now they were all alone, shaded by wild trees, on a bright and sunny walk. 

"I just believe that the custom takes away any noble woman's natural right to marry for love. My sister hardly knows--" she stopped dead on her words, unable to come up with a sleek recovery. "Well, Dominique she, she hardly knows you, and it is assumed that she is a potential bride when--your highness I am sorry." she managed to say. As much as she felt that the idea was wrongly imposed on her own sister and most noble women, she also knew in a short matter of time that Kellan is a good man. A servant to the throne he may be, but she would not dream of putting him in his place.

Kellan did not offer her any interruption. He looked away from her, hands still resting on his back and started afoot again. 

Geneve respected his silence, not because she wanted to--she just had no choice! She never had a problem with being openly verbal about her opinions regarding royal customs, but for the first time since she was learned, she felt impolite about her own feelings. 

"My mother wasn't a noble." he said curtly after a short while.

Geneve followed his tracks but kept her eyes on the ground, startled. 

"But--she was Lady Theresa Vael?" she asked. 

The Prince grinned politely. "She was raised by her uncle, who at that time I believe was a well-known courtier in the providence, but her parents, who died when she was only ten years of age, were commoners." he looked into her eyes as he prepared himself to tell a very personal tale. 

"She was never even given a formal title until her engagement to my father, who at the time was already the King of Highever. To marry a commoner is a frowned-upon act back then, as it is now--but my mother firmly told him that she had no desire to be entitled to something that she wasn't born into." 

They reached a river bank and Kellan beckoned for her to sit in front of him as he watched the waters run wild. Geneve listened intently, surprisingly interested at the background tale of the royal family. 

"My grandfather was very upset that his eldest son chose to marry a commoner that not only openly refuses a title of any kind, but seems to loathe the idea of a monarchy. Local courtiers began to rake mud about him and my mother. There was no way to move my father, however, and he threatened to abdicate the throne in order to marry the woman he loves if the court would still not allow the King to marry a commoner who does not want a title." 

Kellan's eyes were in soft reflection, but Geneve's eager eyes did not leave his solemn face. 

"But before it got close to that point, my mother accepted the title of Lady Vael-Theirin of Highever. Not because she wanted to, but because she loved my father, every part of him--even the noble part. They got married and lived happily until her early death." 

"She was noted as the most remarkable royal consort that Highever ever had."

"She was."

"But according to certain scrolls, your mother and father got engaged shortly upon their first meeting? I believe it was less than a week later."

"They did."

"So, how was there time to fall in love?"

"Time?" he grinned, looking at her for the first time since imparting the tale.

"Well, shouldn't two people know each other well enough to know that they loved each other? You cannot possibly know that you love a person in less than a week of meeting them! "

"Not necessarily. At least not in their case." he responded.

"Forgive me, I am absolutely lost." she smiled. "But how did they know--"

Kellan leaned closer to her, close enough that their arms touched, and looking intensely in her eyes once more, he responded, "He kissed her on the first opportunity that they were alone." 

Geneve was oblivious to their proximity to each other. She did not take her eyes away from his gaze this time. "They kissed?"

"They did."

"And they knew they loved each other?"

Kellan nodded as he brushed a loose strand away from her face. 

It was as if time stood still. She was suddenly conscious about his nonexistent distance from her body as his hand rested on her neck.

"How can a kiss determine love in such a short amount of time?" she asked, slowly feeling nervous knots twist inside her stomach.

"Like this." were his last words when his lips touched hers. 

Geneve's eyes grew wider and instinctively tried to back away, her hands came up to his chest to push. But his lips, softly and gently massaged hers that she almost instantly fell under a spell. His hand gently tightened on her neck to secure her face closer to his.

Geneve closed her eyes and her formerly pushing hands now rested peacefully on his neck. Oh how wonderful this felt! His lips were warm and inviting, his scent of mint and soap slowly enveloped her. 

She looked up at him as she gently pulled her face away, with one hand still clasped around his neck. She did not know what she should do at that point. All that her senses allowed her to mentally control is the tight grip around her waist, the feeling of his short and controlled breaths on her lips and nose, and the delicious taste and heat that his mouth just left hers. 

Seeing that he has won the battle of breaking the ice, he slowly leaned in to give her a choice to back away, although he knew quite well that she wouldn't. 

Geneve not only accepted his sweet advances, but welcomed it meekly as she leaned a little forward to meet his gentle lips. He brushed her mouth with his, slowly teasing it to open. It was a passionate but respectful show of adoration. 

Geneve gasped when she felt his tongue lick her lips. It took him several attempts but he was finally able to get her mouth to be wide open. His tongue plunged into her mouth hungrily as he struggled for composure. He knew all too well that his hands wanted to travel from the modest places they were currently placed in on her body, but he knew he had to wait. 

Geneve moaned as she felt her back lay on the grass. Kellan's mouth was doing wonders to her body. She felt an inexplicable heat building inside her chest as she succumbed to his advances. 

The effect of Geneve's whimpers on his mouth was painful on his well-concealed groin. Geneve laid vulnerably under him, in only a thin garment of a white sundress, yet the vision she provided made him feel as if he were not fully clothed. 

Partly losing himself to Geneve's surrender, the hand that held her neck slowly tugged the sleeve of her dress down to expose a bosom. 

"Wait, your majesty--wait..." she pleaded upon being conscious to her exposure.

"Shh..." he whispered as he gently cupped her globe. "I have been laying in bed for the past week aching to see you... I have to see you."

Geneve was startled, but the warmth that holds her hostage did not allow her to protest as his mouth descended on her exposed peak. 

She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan as he closed in on her bud. He suckled on it gently yet obsessively, almost like a milk deprived child. She watched him try to swallow her entire breast unsuccessfully and this vision sent pleasurable pulses to the sensitive area between her legs. 

"Your highness..." she whimpered as she felt that her nipple was beginning to be raw inside his mouth. "Please..."

Kellan groaned as his lips captured hers again in a kiss as his free hand took its place atop her exposed globe. He massaged the entire peak for a little while before allowing himself to manually travel down her leg, inside her dress then up again between her legs. 

Geneve unwillingly arched her back towards him, her eyes wide in fear as she felt his finger probe her from her silk undergarment. "No... wait, Your Highness..."

She touched herself in that sinful place sometimes, and has never imagined anyone else doing so. She attempted to yank his invading hand from between her parted thighs but was gently declined.

Kellan silenced her again with his mouth as he continued to probe her. 

With a sense of urgency, he slipped his hand inside the invading garment and finally felt the wet folds that he has been dreaming about for the past week. 

Kellan felt a surge of pride as he fondled her wetness. He left her mouth to watch as his hand played dangerously inside her forbidden place, concealed by her dress. 

"Your highness--" she tried to stop him but her hips kept arching at his teasing fingers. "Please, please don't..."

Before she could protest even more he silenced her again.

His forefinger circled her hole, slowly trying to invade her. 

When his digit finally invaded her, she wriggled underneath him. "Mmmnggh.. Your majesty please...." she protested under their breaths. 




Highever Series Ch. 02



Kellan left her mouth again to capture her erect taut. Geneve's soft walls tightened on his invading digit as it plunged in and out of her hole as he lapped on her nipple.

"Your hiiiiighness---Kellan--ughhh" no longer whimpers of protest from Geneve as his thumb now brushed aggressively on her nub. 

Kellan's face was warm with desire. He knew quite well that he could take her right now, from underneath him as he continued to suck on her nipple obsessively. 

But his good sense of self still had a stronger hold of his beast at this moment. He knew for a fact that he did not want her just this once. He wanted her forever, and if he wanted her forever, he knew he had to do it right now, even if it was going to be hard to do. 

Just before Geneve felt that her pleasure was about to erupt, The pleasuring fingers and hand that captured her withdrew. She opened her eyes to find Kellan staring at her, his pupils narrow in painfully controlled desire.

"Your majesty?" she asked as he slowly placed the dress sleeve back on her shoulder to conceal her devious breast. 

His fingers, moist with her juices, gently brushed down on her leg, leaving a silky trail as he withdrew it. 

"I am not taking you like this." he muttered as he inched away from her. 

Confused she slowly got up and looked away from him, not being able to think as her tenderness still pulsed undone between her legs.

She felt his hands circle her waist from behind her. 

"I best take us back to the castle before I completely lose my senses." 

Geneve unconsciously lowered her fingers down to meet his. His rapid breaths indicated an inner struggle to maintain composure. She did not understand why she allowed such an unexpected carnal act. Her face was still warm, her mind didn't allow her to think. She only knew what her body allowed her to do, to accept Kellan. To accept whatever he wanted to do to her. 

Just as she eased, the image of her sister's face crossed her mind. What had she done? Why did she engage in a tryst with the man that Dominique was about to marry?

Geneve turned towards him sharply with an accusing glare. "Is this what you plan to do with my sister? To marry her and--" 

Kellan kept his grip on her waist and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Ah. No, dear this is what I plan to do with you." 

"You are to be wed--"

"There is no engagement."

"But an understanding! This isn't--"

"There is no understanding, Geneve. She knows I am in love with you." 

Kellan shocked himself with the words he just uttered. Other than his own mother, he has never told anyone that he loved them. The idea of love as a monarch seemed too much like a fairy-tale. Marriages were almost always arranged and feelings of attachments weren't really formed till much later in life. 

He knew from the moment he met her that his feelings were different. He knew he wanted to get to know her better. He knew that he wanted to be around her all the time. He knew that she would be different from any woman he has ever held. 

Geneve opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find any words to utter. She looked on helplessly as he moved away from her to stare at the lake water seep through the little rocks. 

Time stood still as they stared away in silence. Neither knew what words to say. 

HIGHEVER PALACE 

(Guest Quarters) 

"When did you speak to Kellan?" Geneve's sharp voice came from behind Dominique unexpectedly. "Why haven't you told me anything?" 

Geneve did not know how she and the Prince made it back to castle, but once she reached palace grounds she knew just the person she wanted to speak to. The only one whose answers she respected. 

"Sister! What--" Dominique paused to see her sister's casual state. Her white dress slightly stained with earth, her eyes demanding answers. 

"What happened, sister?" she finally asked.

"I asked the first question and don't you dare dodge it."

"Spoke to him about what?"

"He said that you knew about his feelings for me, don't be coy." 

Dominique was startled, but she couldn't supress a smile. "Well I did and--" she couldn't help it as she burst into giggles. 

Her sister's laughter caused Geneve to smirk. "There is nothing funny about this, sister! You--" she tried to finish but found herself joining Dominique. 

The more they tried to suppress her giggles, the worse they became. Their laughter grew louder and louder as minutes passed that Romilda rushed in from the quarters' sitting room and shook her head in amusement. 

"Ladies, I am afraid you might alert the entire palace if you keep this up. What amuses my little girls?"

"What are we laughing about? I am mad at you." Geneve muttered moments later, trying to look stern. "You have been unusually distant from me since we got here, and now I am thoroughly confused about--" 

"You have no idea what I have been going--"

"Well if you told me anything, maybe I will!" 

"Ladies." Romilda motioned quietly. "Take turns or nothing but laughter and silly banter will come of you. I will be back shortly with some pre-dinner refreshments. Then we will all talk." 

Geneve inhaled deeply when Romilda left the room and calmly faced Dominique. 

"Kellan did tell me of his feelings for you. The evening we got here."

"He told you he loved me?"

Dominique's eyes grew excitedly. "He loves you?"

Geneve sighed. "That's what he told me today after we--"

"You what?"

"He told me after we kissed." 

Dominique pressed both of her hands to clasp her mouth. "Oh Sister I am so--"

"Hold it, I did not say I feel the same!"

Dominique's smile was still optimistic but resigned. "You don't?" 

"I only met the man a week ago sister, and I believed that he was going to be your betrothed, and then we kissed and did other--" 

Dominique bit her lower lip in excitement. "You did not like it?"

Geneve could not suppress her grin any longer. "I liked it very much."

"Then?"

"But I know not if it is love or simply curiosity, or what it is!"

"You will let it happen again?"

"I don't know. I thought you were only supposed to do those things when you are in love with the person you are doing it with. But those wicked fingers are surely magical. I have never felt anything so erotic with anyone else." 

'Except with my own self,' was the truth but as close as she was to Dominique she wouldn't dare disclose her self-experimentations with her.

Geneve expected a squeal from Dominique and constant nags about details, but she turned to see the latter turn beet red. 

"Dominique?"

Dominique curiously turned, hiding her scarlet face from Geneve to prevent herself from revealing anything yet, poured herself a glass of wine from the counter and downed it. 

Now Geneve was wickedly curious. Dominique was always poised, only nerves could propel her sister to 'down' a drink.

"Ah--I see someone had adventures too." Geneve teased.

HIGHEVER PALACE 

(Secret Passage to Guest Quarters) 

Gustav paced nervously as he neared the entrance of her bedroom. He doesn't completely understand what propelled him to see her at such an indecent time of the evening, at the most indecent place. 

'Although, I have done more than a simple visit with her at a more indecent place.' he thought to himself as he remembered their short tryst at the stable. 

It has been exactly a week since then, but thoughts of her never left him. He was grateful to Kellan when he was allowed a short vacation from his duties to spend time with his family. As enjoyable as it was, he kept thinking about the lady. 

He could not forget the taste she left his lips, which he sometimes still licks in dire desperation of hope that any juices would remain there. He could not forget how soft she felt under him, how inviting her lips were, how sumptous her breasts were in his mouth. 

Upon Kellan's encouragement, he made the decision to visit her tonight, to apologize for his behavior and to plead for civility. He cannot come up with any more excuses to miss his formal duties as Captain of the Guard at the dining table. He has waited at the courtyards for any chance that she might wander alone, but no opportunity was granted for she chose to lock herself up inside her quarters. 

He had to do this before anyone else got suspiscious. 

He knew that the walls of the quarters were thin, and that Dominique's bedroom is at the very end, a door apart from the visiting governess Romilda. 

'A short and sweet apology. No need to worry boy, you can do it.' he encouraged himself as he neared the camouflaged door that leads to her bedroom. 

He accessed this very area only once before, when he was taken by the old Guard Captain for his training. It was built to be a secret exit for guests should trouble arise in the castle. 

'Let's get this done Captain, don't be a pussy.' 

HIGHEVER PALACE 

(Dominique's Room) 

Dressed in only his nightshirt and casual pants, Gustav quietly turned the hidden latch and tiptoed inside his destination. Fortunately for him, the secret wall is several feet away from her full-size bed, so he had room to move.

He glanced and saw his purpose, laying down on her side, facing away from him in only a white nightgown atop her blankets. Her window was open enough for him to see the full moon glowing. 

Gustav had to plan his moves carefully. He did not want to frighten her and give her a chance to scream and alert her quarter companions, the governess Romilda and her elder sister Geneve. 

Swiftly, he advanced from behind her and clasped her mouth with his hand before she awoke.

"My lady, it is I Gustav." he whispered close to her ear. "Please do not be afraid, I only wish to speak with you." 

Gustav was extremely nervous. He anticipated her struggles. He expected her to be infuriated at this "visit." He expected to be ordered to leave at once. 

But he did not expect her to lay still. 

'The maker can play jokes.' he thought. 'This, I am not prepared for.' 

"My lady, please." he attempted once more, and he turned Dominique to face him but kept his hand gently on her mouth to anticipate her awakening. 

"I really do need to speak to you." 

Dominique's eyes remained closed, but she was fully aware of what was happening. She knew she wasn't dreaming because the hand that rested on her mouth couldn't feel more real. His presence was most unexpected, yet most desired. Her feelings conflicted with her morals once again. She was overcome with joy that he was near her, but she did not know how to properly react to the situation, so she simply feigned sleep. 

Turning her towards him was an awful mistake. Under the moonlight, her white dress was transparent before his very eyes. Her pink nipples rested under his naked arm with only a thin fabric separating their flesh. Her breathing was calm but rapid and her large breasts moved up and down as she struggled for a proper breath under his hand. 

Now concious to her difficulty, Gustav withdrew his hand cautiously and sighed upon seeing her face. He brushed a stray hair from her cheek and cupped her jaw, and slightly recalled how he held her exactly like this just a week before. 

"Maker help me." he whispered, he did not know whether he wanted to wake her at that moment or wish for her to remain asleep so that he may linger over her a while longer.

Dominique shifted when she felt his breath on her skin. She laid on her back underneath him, the shift caused her ankles to be immodestly apart. She wanted to shut them the moment she realized how freely she might seem to him, but she was afraid that he would find out that she was awake. 

Gustav's beast began to awaken. His piercing blue eyes scorched her as he hungrily gazed at her mouth, the open flesh of her neck, her visible bosoms, her stomach, and finally---

He inhaled sharply once he realized that the sacred red folds that he devoured a week before were uncovered under her thin gown. 

His hand travelled down from her neck to her shoulder, to the side of her breast, stomach, then her leg. He lifted the dress all the way up to her waist, he wanted to grant himself a look at what he has been fantasizing about for what seems like a long time. 

'What in Andraste's name am I doing?'

Dominique wanted to protest, but his mere touches had already caused her tender flesh to be extremely moist. 

Gustav moved down and studied the beauty that was before him. The flesh around her tight red folds were soft and freshly shaven, just as he recalled. 

Gustav's inner beast wasn't satisfied with the view and he cautiously nudged her legs further apart, so he could peek at her opening. 

Dominique suppressed a moan. Realizing that she was spread open before his very gaze brought her both shame and arousal. 

Alas, seeing the small opening of her pussy allowed Gustav's beast to completely envelop his senses. With his fingers he spread her lips apart, imagining how his member would feel inside the small hole. 

Gustav slowly got up and gently pulled her helpless body to the edge of the bed. He looked up at her cautiously to see if she has awakened, and was relieved when he discovered that her eyes remained shut. 

His breathing became rapid with angry desire. 

He groaned as his fingers continued to pry her soft lips apart, 'I have to taste her--I need that taste in my mouth again or its absence will kill me.' 

His head descended upon her nether lips slowly but hungrily, like a horse that has been deprived of water for weeks and neared death. 

With her legs wide apart underneath her, Dominique allowed herself a sharp sigh. Oh she wanted him right where he was. She wanted him to ravage her body again. She did not anticipate that this would happen this very night but oh did she want it. 

Gustav's tongue licked and sucked obsessively on her sensitive nub as he toyed with her hole. He was delirious. Her taste was invigoratingly addictive to him, he found himself moaning as he devoured her. 

Dominique flinched when a finger invaded her for the first time. It was uncomfortable but still highly pleasurable. He gently dipped one finger in and out of her tightness, in his mind wanting to dip his own groin in the tense folds as he plundered her manually. 

The movements were too much for Dominique to conceal her pleasure any longer, she bit her lower lip and opened her eyes to look down between her thighs, all of her senses focusing entirely between her most private area. 

With a restrained whimper, she thrust her thighs towards his eager mouth and climaxed. 

Gustav automatically cupped her bottom cheeks as she rose, swallowing as much of her juices as he could and groaned like a wild animal. 

There was no time to be startled or be conquered with fear that he has awakened her. He was getting his fill of her loins when he slowly realized that she was now awake and well aware of what he was doing to her. 

His expression was painful. He was physically ready to conquer her body, but his better mind fought his beastly desires. 

Dominique met his gaze when his head emerged from between her legs. Both didn't say a word. Gustav's hands rested on her thighs, his eyes narrowed in arousal as he knelt before her, his erection formed a tent between his pants. 

The sound of their rapid breaths filled the chamber. For several long minutes, neither dared to utter a word nor attempt a movement. 

Gustav met her demure and alluring gaze with resentful desire. He wanted her more than he thought he could want anyone, but he knew he couldn't have her. He shouldn't have her. He shouldn't even be thinking of wanting to have her. 

And yet he rests between her parted legs. She welcomed his advances, even encouraged it when their lips first met a week before. She made no attempt to stop him from devouring her. 

'Maker's curse!' he thought to himself when he broke their gaze and stood up to turn away from her. He knew he had to leave her side before his desires overpower him again.

"No, please. Wait." a hoarse whisper came from behind him.

He stopped against his will and shortly felt her soft and slender arms embrace his chest. Gustav inhaled calmly. Her touch was always so soothing, it was a stark contrast to his animalistic advances but somehow, they complemented each other.

Gustav knew he should brush her aside for the best. He has already done enough damage his evening. But the lady seemed to have an unexplainable hold on him. Her arms were easily swayable, but he had no wish to turn them aside.

Or leave. 

He breathed deeply and turned towards her, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

"Do you know what has happened?" he asked hoarsely. 

She nodded and her hands held on to his shoulders for support.

"I really should leave."

"There are many reasons why you should." but her hands held him close.

"Is it your desire for me to leave?" 

"That would be the least of it, Captain."

With a resentful glare he towered over her.

"I can't hold myself around you. With you, every moral fiber trained inside my body is powerless. " he hissed resentfully and he clutched her hips towards his. "I came here for a different reason, but you--you drive my desires to places they have never been before." 

She said nothing, but held him close. A single hand rose to his neck gently and attempted to pull it close.

"You are playing with the devil, my lady." he whispered painfully."I don't think I can hold myself from you any longer."

"I never wanted you to." were her last words before she pulled his head down towards hers for an intense kiss. 

Gustav groaned in ultimate surrender when her lips conquered his. He tightened his grip on her waist and plunged his tongue inside her mouth for a thorough investigation.

Dominique moaned when she tasted her own juices as he tongued her. She felt his hands explore the bottom of her back, he cupped and massaged both of her bottom cheeks aggressively, hungrily.

In a moment her legs were lifted from the ground to circle his waist, and she was carried back to her bed. 

To his delight, she opened her mouth wide to accept his oral invasion. He groaned in restrained pleasure as she writhed under him when his hand captured a full bosom. 

He cussed under his breath and with a single attempt, ripped the thin white garment from her body.

"Oh!" Dominique gasped as she looked at the torn piece beside her. "Well--" 

He locked a soft pink nipple in his mouth tenderly and his hand travelled down south to pleasure her nether lips. 

He orally pleasured her full creamy bosoms as he fingered her with a single digit. 

"Look at me." he commanded. 

Dominique watched as he got up to remove his casual pants. She felt her mouth dry up when she saw his member for the first time. 

His impressive member eagerly greeted her startled gaze.

"Ca--captain," she whispered, her eyes wide in anticipated fear. "That is--"

Gustav smirked as he displayed himself in front of her, and knelt on the bed. 

"Yes, my lady?" 

"Gustav..." she whispered in half-protest. 

His proud organ was smooth and clean minus the neat patch of short curls by the below His asset was fully thick, with the tip almost reaching his belly button. S

"Didn't I tell you that you were playing with the devil?" he teased as he positioned himself on top of her, his mouth close to hers. "Spread your legs." 

Dominique hesitated underneath him, but his commanding words made her feel warm again. She parted her legs slightly, enough to accommodate him.

Gustav felt her slight hesitation and groaned when the head of his member brushed against her tight folds.

"Wider." 

Dominique hugged his shoulders for support and complied.

"Captain--Gustav..." she whispered when she felt his head circle her virgin hole. 

The excessive moisture from her earlier climax helped ease him in. 




Highever Series Ch. 02



Dominique whimpered as discomfort overcame her but she held him tightly against her own flesh to support herself. She was wet but her groin suddenly felt unnaturally full. 

"Are you ready?" he moaned near her ear. 

Dominique was confused. "I beg your pardon? Aren't you...?"

Gustav grimaced in pride and arousal. "I'm only about a quarter in, my lady...."

"Oh." she gasped. 

"Do you wish for me to..." 

Dominique tenderly kissed his lips and slighted her hips lower to accommodate all of him in response. 

It was all the encouragement Gustav needed. After a few thrusts, he was able to fully slide his erection inside her virgin hole. 

The feeling of her slippery folds tightening around his member drove him mad. She sobbed under him, but held him tightly, aroused at the idea that she was sharing her body with the Captain. 

And he was sharing his body back. 

"Are you feeling--alright?" he asked, trying his hardest to keep the pace slow or he won't last. 

She nodded even if some tears covered her face in discomfort. "I just feel--really full."

Her words did not help his struggle. "Full?" 

"I'm so very stretched and you're really deep--deep inside."

He groaned. "I'm what?"

"You are deep..."

"Tell me my cock is inside you..." he whispered commandingly. 

Dominique flinched at the street word but seeing that it brought him more pleasure aroused her. "Yes, it is."

"Tell me that my cock is stretching your pussy." he whispered and he tongued her mouth again. "Your sweet delicious pussy."

'Bring the devil out of me...' 

Dominique moaned but remained relaxed despite the tension on her folds as his thrusts deepened. Those words have never been uttered around her but they were not unknown. He addressed her so informally, he called their intimate parts in the dirtiest manner, yet these mere words heightened her arousal.

"Don't talk like--like--that..." she tried. 

"I'm not going to last long." He groaned as he picked up one of her long legs to easily glide.

Even if it was her first time to be intimate with someone, she knew what he meant. She held him tighter as he quickened the pace, his cock plundered her virginity dominantly.

He climaxed deep inside his object of obsession. He felt his juices cover his own calming erection and he remained still on top of her naked body as his arousal subsided.

Feeling quite pleased with herself, Dominique raised both her arms to lock him in a sweet, surrendering embrace. 

To be continued.