I slipped out from her grasp and opened a chest on one of the shelves, pulling out two shirts, belts, and pants. I dressed silently and contemplated my options. I had been overly grouchy with her and felt bad.
I leaned over the sleeping form of the princess. When she wasn’t talking, she was quite beautiful. I tucked the hair covering her face behind her ear. Her eyes opened, beautiful green eyes with flecks of tawny, we just sat and looked at each other.
“What do I do?” she asked, tears welling up.
“You move on Princess, you become stronger, let go for now. Then you come back later, and you kill them all; all those responsible for the deaths of those you held dear.” The words I spoke surprised me. I was a fighter; I had killed, but I wasn’t a killer. Vengeance was never a part of my life.
“Guess, I am a princess no longer,” she whispered breaking our eye contact and curling up. I stood and let her have her moment, crying girls were not my forte. Crying took most beautiful women and transformed them into something I didn’t understand, nor wanted to. I liked to live life with as much fun as possible; crying was not a part of my lifestyle.
I went through the shelves and got out more clothes and began to get ready. I needed to lay low for a bit, but first I was going to offload the royal jewels. The princess got up and took the black clothes I had set out for her. Her fingers brushed the fabric, and for I moment I thought she was going to bitch, but instead she smiled.
“Thank you, Jack, for everything,” she whispered, “now turn around for modesty’s sake.” I turned around smiling.
“Your welcome Seraphine, doubt I could see much more than what I witnessed while you were in the tub,” I said holding back a laugh.
“The tub?” she asked, and I looked over my shoulder to catch her eye. Realization covered her face and fast as lightening she jumped at me. I turned to defend myself just as her small fists slammed against my chest. “You bastard!”
“Would you not have peeked given the opportunity?” I asked chuckling. In her haste to defend her honor she had forgotten she was topless, I looked past her to see the bloodied small clothes of the floor.
“I forgive you only cause you saved me,” she said, her assault abating. I looked down at her and smiled as she looked up at me. I was not sure what I was thinking, but there, at that moment, I found her helplessness irresistible.
I leaned down a little more and our lips met. There was a moment of hesitation, and then Seraphine’s lips parted. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I lifted her up to me.
We kissed fervently as I walked us slowly to the bed. Her lips were feverish, spreading the heat through my lips into the rest of my body. I lowered her to the bed and leaned over kissing her. She instinctively spread her legs allowing me access to her. I smiled. My hand rubbed gently over her thigh down to her trimmed pubic mound.
“I can’t do this,” she moaned, not stopping me.
“Why not, you want this,” I said, and I leaned in and kissed her again. She gasped and laid further back.
“This is just so, wrong. I can’t do this. I mustn’t,” Seraphine begged as I teased her further.
“There is nothing back there for you,” I prompted. The Princess’s resolve melted and spread her legs further, welcomingly.
I parted her lips and firmly pressed my fingers onto her clit. I rubbed gently allowing her body to process all the feelings and emotions. Her slit quickly moistened, and my fingers slipped up and down with ease. I pushed my pants off with my other hand, exposing my engorged cock. I mounted the bed with my swollen cock ready for her mouth.
“Jack, I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, and I smiled back at her. I rubbed my fingers up and down collecting more of her moisture.
“Like this,” I said sucking my fingers and pushed them in and out of my mouth. Then I leaned between Seraphine’s legs and pressed my tongue against her royal bud. She took my shaft into her mouth slowly working up and down and sucking. Her moans reverberated around my head as I continued to lick her. My tongue moved up and down on her clit.
Inexperienced or not she was working hard at sucking me. It was evident she wanted to impress me because she continued to suck and move despite various moments of gagging. I smiled to myself between her legs and pressed my cock deeper into her mouth. The sounds of her coughing and choking pleased me sadistically. She had, after all, been a royal pain in my ass since last night.
I slipped a finger between her lips. Her body tightened around my finger as I slowly pushed it deeper. I pulled my finger out and pushed it slowly back in deeper. She yanked my cock from her mouth.
“Jack!” she gasped, and at that moment her body went rigid, and I felt my finger penetrate deeper taking her virginity. I slowly withdrew my finger and her body relaxed.
I added a second finger, and she tightened up again. I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I drove my fingers in and out.Within minutes her lips tightened around my cock. Her already too tight pussy clenched my fingers painfully. I already pushed too hard and hurt her, so I wiggled my fingers. Curling them up and down, rubbing the inner walls of her pussy.
“Oh God! Jack! Yes!” she screamed each word, one after the other. Her hips began to rock driving my fingers deeper and harder into her. Her hands gripped my legs, betraying her frail look with deceptive strength.
As she came more and more, her body pushed and heaved against me. With a final orgasm, she screamed and sprayed her love juices across the bed. I had fucked many women, but this was a first for me.
“Now that Princess was amazing,” I said rolling over and flopping on the bed. She had made my fingers sore, and they hurt. She lay next to me heaving and breathing hard for minutes as she calmed from her orgasm.
“Your turn,” she smiled and wrapped her beautiful lips back around my cock. She bobbed up and down, and her hair fell like a curtain blocking my view. She worked her mouth fast and sucked hard.
“Yes. Yes,” I moaned ready to cum, but she stopped.
“Not yet,” she said moving her hair back. She mounted me and my head pressed against her opening. Her eyes bulged as her weight slowly impaled herself on me. Never before had I been inside a woman so tight. I thought for sure this would hurt her, she made no complaints though and moved slowly.
“Holy fuck Seraphine,” I moaned. She was so tight it was almost painful. She reached the bottom of my cock and slowly rose up again to re-impale herself. The progression was torturously slow.
“Yes, this is perfect,” she moaned, moving faster as her words trailed off. She bounced high then sank low and ground against me. Her pace had increased but was still slower than I wanted.
“Faster,” I begged, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on me harder. I pushed as deep into her as I could, and she bounced up.
“No. I want it slow,” Seraphine said taking back the control. She ground slowly on my cock. I gave in and let her move as she pleased until I couldn’t handle it any longer. I rolled us over, and from on top, I began to fuck her harder and faster. Her nails dug into my back, and within moments her pussy was clenching my cock harder than she had my fingers.
Her echoing screams bounced off the walls. I slammed into her over and over. Finally, I slammed deep into her and came. Great jets of hot fluid flooded her tiny pussy, and she came too. I pumped slowly again pulling my cum out mixed with hers. Her nails continued to dig into me, and she clenched again. I was driven to deeper lust by her second orgasm and began to fuck her faster and harder again.
Within moments, her back was arching, and her screams drowned out everything else. I could feel the tension building within me again. I slide in and out with incredible momentum. At the crest of my tension, I released a final load by shooting fluid inside her. She came as my hot seed filled her and the pressure of her orgasm squirted across the bed and over my legs.
For an eternity I laid over on her. Our bodies still heaving. Finally, she gave me a little shove, and I rolled to the side. She put her head on my chest.
“What now Jack?” she asked, and I had to think for a moment before I answered.
“The city is not safe for you right now,” I finally answered.
“Last night you said they already had a body they were claiming was me?” she asked.
“Yes, well they had someone that looked like you,” I answered.
“Then I am already dead. The city should be safe,” she said.
“No. whoever planned this has thought of most everything, including a body double which puzzles me. Whatever is going on is far deeper than an assassination and succession of the throne. Seraphine we can go to another city, we must,” I told her even though I didn’t have all the answers.
“Nokomis. Seraphine is dead,” she said in response and stood up. She took a dagger from my pants on the floor she grabbed lengths of hair and began roughly cutting it. “My name will be Nokomis.”
“Here,” I said and helped her shorten her hair to the best of my ability. The knives were very sharp, but neither of us was meant to cut hair. Not with a dagger, undoubtedly. Her hair was shoulder length and ragged when I finished, and she already looked different. “Why Nokomis?”
“She was an ancient Goddess, not one worshiped by many anymore. She is the daughter of the real moon Goddess. My mother had always wanted to name me Nokomis, but my father refused,” she told me as she shook the loose hair from the clothes she had picked up.
“Does anyone know of it?” I asked concerned.
“Only myself. Everyone else is dead,” the former princess told me, and I nodded.
“Well, let’s go Nokomis,” I said and led her from my sewer hide out.
