Princess Erinol was said to be one of the wealthiest of the royal family. Wealthy enough to be entitled to her own palace, even if it was a minor palace compared to the kings. I had tried to pick the locks on the well-hidden door to her jewelry closet to no avail.
Now, that was saying something. There had been no locks my deft hands could not pick in the past. I was a master at two things, thievery and knives. Thievery took a close second to knife fighting for me. I was the best in the city, maybe even the kingdom, with knives. Even my name Foxfir brought caution to would be challengers.
Challengers for the title were never in short supply, though. To be named Prince of Blades one has to beat, not necessarily kill, ten fighters whom most would call experts. Then they have to challenge the current Prince of Blades.
Each major city has a Price of Blades. I had fought twelve times in the last three years. Only two of the challengers did I kill, though. I warned everyone before we fought, “I will leave you with a scar to remember me by if you lose, but you will walk out of here with your life. That is of course unless you refuse to accept your loss.”
One yielded to me, and once I had begun to walk away, threw his blade at the back of my head. The gasp of the crowd around the pit was my only warning. I spun around and plucked the dagger from the air, the tip grazing my cheek. I returned the dagger to the man, buried deep within his heart.
The second was a well known assassin. She also yielded, but her revenge for losing was to place a kiss upon my lips. It was a poisoned kiss that almost began to work instantly on me. I seized in convulsions, causing my arm to spasm, and the dagger I held to her throat made a mess. The pit cleric healed me. Of course, she did not get healed. The pit clerics did not heal those they found unworthy.
“Thank you Justin,” an ethereal voice spoke, breaking me from my memories. “You can wait outside. I do not need a guard in my room,” the soft voice commanded. Seconds later the door opened, and in walked the princess. I had only ever seen her from afar, usually from the ranks of crowded people in the plaza when she addressed the public.
Her blonde hair was abundant but then like spun glass. Wisps of golden see through strands escaped her silver and amethyst coronet. Her gown was of the finest spider-silks made by the mages guild and spun to fit her alone. It was easily worth a house in the lower district. It fit her slender form nicely, snug about her waist and flowing below. I watched as she used a silver tool to unbutton it, standing in front of a tri-fold mirror. The dress fell away like strands of web in the wind.
Before my eyes stood the princess as natural as she was born, wearing nothing at all but so much more desirable. Her soft pink nipples upon perfect breasts begging to be caressed had me aroused. She had just more than a hand full of firm ass to grab. She turned, exposing the small mound of platinum hair that adorned her innocent young virgin pussy. She slipped into a velvet nightie of crushed rose. A firm knock at the servants door I had entered through brought her head around over her shoulder, looking in my direction.
“Enter,” she said, her eyes scanning the whole room. A servant entered and silently set about laying hot food out and pouring chilled wine. She checked everything, then nodded at the princess and excited the room with an air of routine. She went to the food laying upon the table and inspected everything. Next she went to her wardrobe and carefully got into a sapphire blue stained leather skirt matched with doublet she put on behind the changing screen. I was pretty sure the gig was up. Now I just had to wait for her first move and make my escape. She walked out with sapphire daggers tucked in her belt and protruding from the tops of her matching boots. I was ensnared with curiosity. Did this little kitten think she was going to fight me?
“Well must I wait all day or are you going to try and kill me already?” she asked aloud. Yep the gig was up. I slipped from the shadows. I easily stood over her, not that I was tall, at five foot eleven inches to her five-two. We were both dressed for combat, but I doubted her expertise.
“I am honestly not here to kill you,” I said calmly. Her eyes searched under my hood to no avail. Her hands casually rested on the sapphire hilts, as if she was being anything but casual.
“So, it’s to steal from me then?” she asked, confused. She looked to the wall that the closet was hidden behind, then away quickly.
“I was,” I said. “I already know where they are, but I must admit you have a fine lock smith.”
“It is magic so nameless that thieves like you can’t take what you don’t deserve,” she said, drawing the daggers. She rushed me with ferocious intent. I twisted away from her, snagging an extra dagger from her boot.
“Well princess you do enjoy superb craftsmanship I must say,” I expressed my approval of her weapon. She lunged again and again at me. I blocked her attacks with ease. Our eyes locked as we fought, and I could feel the strain of her assaults. The more we fought though, the better she was getting. It was as if she knew my every move.
“A princess should know many arts and this just happens to be my second favorite, she stated proudly as I continued to fend her off, at times just barely. This was my best art, and I was just barely holding on. Our eyes locked again and a feinted left only to be blocked, then right, both ending in the same results.
“I wonder princess what is your favorite art?” I asked, but I had a feeling I knew already. I quickly spun away to gain distance.
“Well magic of course. Not that I am casting anything right now, she told me. She might not be casting anything, but I was willing to be. She had innate abilities. I grabbed up one of her silk scarves and wrapped it quickly across my eyes, watching the light of the room fade away.
“Really are you that good you can fight me blindfolded?” she asked, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. I ignored the taunt and focused on her, the room and my senses. She crept closer observing, waiting for some trick. I built the image of the room in my mind, then her. She lunged at me; I flicked my wrist and felt the slight tug of the blade slicing through her garment. I twirled and floated away between the mirror and her dresser. I heard a cry of aggravation. She lunged at me again, she was good, but without her trick she was not as good as I. I flicked my wrist and felt the tug again. I flicked my wrists six more times, the blades in my hands whirling. I stepped away and removed the blind-fold.
“Madame Princess I am Foxfir and the gods have only ever made one like me. I am the Prince of Blades,” I said as her doublet fell apart at the seams, her skirt felt to the ground, and she stood bare in front of me once more. Her arms wildly covered her nude body. I stepped in faster than a mongoose and deprived her of her knives. I held her firmly from behind. The look of shock on her face was astounding.
“Don’t you always warn a challenger before you fight them?” she asked, breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but grow intoxicated with the smell of her. I leaned in, the breath of my voice hot on her neck, and whispered in her ear.
“You didn’t challenge me for the blade,” I was sure she could feel my excitement at holding her pressing against her firm ass. “I am surprised, though. I didn’t realize my name was known in elevated circles.”
“Your name is Foxfir,” she said looking me in the eyes. “It’s Tinder, she finished. Now things were in a bind. She had used her trick to gain my real name, a name one man or woman knew was connected to Foxfir.
“Princess,” I whispered. “You shouldn’t have.” A part of me was terribly sad. I hadn’t wanted to kill her, but now I’d have no choice, unless I ran. Running was so terrible, but it was my only option.
“I told you a princess has to know many arts,” she reiterated.
“You will never tame me,” I said, the words leaving my mouth without me having thought them first. She was using some kind of ability on me.
“I know,” she whispered reaching up towards my lips with her own. “That’s why I want you.”
She was standing on the tips of her toes. Our lips locked, and we fought for dominance of the kiss. We stood there for minutes that stretched into hours, kissing. I held her firmly against me, my hands gripping her tight firm ass. She lifted her legs around me, and we kissed as I walked us slowly back to the bed.
The bed hit the back of my legs and we collapsed down upon it. I couldn’t help but smile. She was so beautiful and eager. Her fingers worked the straps connecting my top to my pants, and then she pulled it up over my head and off. Her fingers traced the crossing and interlocking haphazard pattern of scars across my chest and arms.
“One does not become the Prince of Blades without practice.” I said as tears welled up in her eyes. Why she’d cry for a rogue like me, I didn’t understand. She looked from me to the door and spoke in a language only the dragons fully understand.
“We are sealed in now,” she whispered and began to deftly undo the straps and buttons of my pants.
“Princess, do you find this a wise decision?” I asked. Not that I didn’t want to fuck her; I really did. She stopped her pursuit of removing my pants. She rested her arms beneath her bare breasts and looked at me. The mound resting on the bulge in my pants teased me.
“Look I realize how this may look or seem, but you present a unique opportunity for me. By laws of the kingdom, laws I cannot break, I must marry a prince. My father, the king, is demanding I chose a suitor. I am not without choice, there are many. None have caught my interest, and all seem to want to control me.” I watched in amazement as this young woman proposed to me. I was in shock.
“So your solution is to ruin my life?” I asked, only slightly teasing. One eyebrow rose in quizzically at me.
“I would dare say it would be an honor for you. You will of course get benefits; myself, for one. Another would be a royal pardon,” she said, bargaining to increase the worth of her offer. I smiled and reached up to her shoulders pulling her down to me. Her lips puckered to kiss; instead, I rolled us, and now I was on top.
“I have an offer for you. Marriage and I continue to be who I am. You can’t marry a Prince of Blades for him to abdicate his throne, can you? I will remain the Prince, I will attend, as your betrothed, the royal wedding. Of course, I will not show my face. I will continue to operate from the shadows, and you will have gained a powerful ally in the kingdoms underworld.” I counter-offered as best I could, while being distracted by the nymph-like creature below me, a creature I could honestly say I might grow to love.
“You can remain in the shadows, but you will attend me at royal events. I cannot have you stealing from royalty in the realm anymore. My husband cannot be exempt from the laws, and the accusations would be my problem to bear then, so no more calling cards,” she added her addendums.
“Calling card?” I asked, knowing she spoke of the intricate silver fox with emerald chip eyes that I left behind. The trinkets were valuable, just not so nearly as costly as what I had stolen.
“Let’s not start the marriage off in lies,” she said playfully pulling me to her and kissing me intimately.
“Deal,” I said between kisses.
“Sealed with blood and magic.” She added. Blood and magic was the oldest and most powerful kind of bond. One could not simply go back on the deal. A part of me was hesitant, but I grabbed a dagger.
“No here let me,” She commanded pulling the dagger from my hands. “We only need a drop.” She rolled me over, taking control again. Gently, she finished the task of removing my pants. As soon as the pants pulled past, my hard cock sprang forward, jumping out at her almost like a coiled snake ready to strike.
“Wait, you are not planning to cut me there are you?” I asked, alarmed. Was she crazy?
“Just a prick, she said, flicking her wrist. I didn’t even feel the blades edge or tip. A tiny bead of blood bubbled slowly from the tip. She remounted me, positioning herself just above the tip. Slowly, guiding me with her hand, she lowered on to me. I felt the briefest hesitation, as her body stretched to allow me access. She was very tight. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she gasped loudly once I was completely inside her.
I watched as she raised and lowered slowly. The slow pace and her tightness felt amazing. The most minute amount of blood smeared across the shaft of my cock as the wound she caused and her virgin blood mixed. I felt the warm blanket of magic surround us and bind us. I could feel everything she felt, and I knew she felt my pleasures and pain too.
Her paced increased but was still slow as our emotions and conscience blended into one. The sacrifice of my blood and hers bonded with magic did not feel like the blood and magic bond I had used once before, this was much more powerful. I reached up and caressed her body with my hands, her nipples sensitive to my touch. I could feel her ecstasy through the bond and her mine. Quickly our moans filled the room and echoed off the wall.
As her pace increased, I realized she no longer felt the pains of our sacrifice. I rolled her over so I was on top and plunged deeper inside of her. She was not my first, and I had plenty of experience, but nothing had ever compared to this. I could handle the slow progression no more and began to gyrate my hips faster and faster. Her hands gripped the sheets, gathering them into tight balls in her fist. I kissed her neck and collarbone as I made passionate love to her. I had fucked many women, but she was the first I had ever made love to.
Her muscles squeezed me tightly each time I entered deep inside her, I squeezed mine in return, hitting her g-spot with each thrust. Our moans became wild screams of lust and ecstasy, and we fucked harder and faster. Our bodies in unison bucked and rocked in wild abandon as the power of the magic and our mutual orgasms over took us. I felt her shudder beneath me and from the bond. I knew she felt the overwhelming tide coming from within me about to burst like the water of a dam being released. Her hands gripped my ass firmly, pulling me deeper within her. In that moment, the heavens fell and all pent up energy was released. I filled her as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body. Her orgasms added to mine and vice versa.
Finally, I collapsed next to her, limp and spent. The sheets beneath us were a swamp of sweat and come, but neither of us cared. I looked into her eyes now, seeing deep pools of amethyst, her eyes no longer green. I moved slowly back and noticed her hair was no longer spun glass of golden light but heavenly strands of silver.
“You have changed too,” she whispered as she looked at me and must have known what was going through my mind. I got up and looked in the mirror. My dark brown hair had silver streaks of salt and pepper, and my light icy blue eyes were now deep sapphire gems looking back at me.
“But how?” I asked, confused. I looked at her lying on the bed, watching me.
“The blood and magic bond must have been amplified by my virginity and the fact that I have witch’s blood in me,” she said, thinking on the effects of magic older than time could cause. I returned to the bed, and we moved from the side containing the evidence of our bond and love making to the other side. It was a huge bed. She curled into my arms, and we slept.
