November Story- The Princess Episode 1

In here Princess…” The heavily armored soldier gasped as he opened a heavy wooden door.

The man grabbed a beautiful young woman under the arm and escorted her inside. She was young and wore nothing but a loose robe and a pair of white underwear that barely covered her. She retreated back at the armored guard’s urging and he slammed the door shut. He turned to her to speak but she interrupted him when she saw the steady trickle of blood from under his armor and down his arm.

“Marcus! You’re hurt!” The Princess looked at his blood soaked tunic.

“I am, and I won’t be able to protect you for long.” He was gasping as he lost strength, the sound of men shouting and swords clashing came from down the hallway.

“I was to be safe here. My father sent me here to keep me from them. What has happened?” The Princess asked, obviously still processing the situation.

“Treachery to be sure. They came from the sea and the gates were not sealed. We won’t last here for long.” Marcus attempted to bar the door with a metal candle holder but was not satisfied it would hold.

“What are we to do then?”

“I will hold them back if I can. Take this, do not let them capture you.” He handed her a narrow dagger and she looked at it with trepidation.

“Is there nothing else to be done?” She asked, seeing her longtime guardian was clearly succumbing to his wounds.

“Behind the crypt, there is a passageway. It will take you…” He could not finish his words before the door burst inward.

Three men rushed through the door. They were big and muscular and hardly covered with clothing except for armored helmets and leather skirts and harnesses. They were darker skinned and clearly foreigners both in dress and appearance.

The man in the front was larger than the rest. He had a large battleaxe he wielded with one hand. He brought it down with cold precision on Marcus who could do little to defend himself. The blade nearly severed his shoulder from his body and with barely a scream he fell to the ground dead. The other two men entered the room behind the first and stared at the beautiful princess for a moment.

“Stay back!” The Princess demanded but she had concealed the dagger in her robe.

The first man chuckled and motioned for the other two to leave as he advanced toward her. When they did not, he turned on them and barked at them in their language and the left and pulled the door shut behind them. He returned to the trembling Princess and approached her slowly with a hungry look in his eyes.

“You Princess. I, King!” He spoke broken words but pounded his chest with his free hand to make his point.

“Yes…” The Princess looked down as the man approached.

“You are mine.” The man said and took off his helmet.

He was exotic and handsome with tan flesh and peculiar colored eyes. The Princess was surprised how young he appeared. Despite the exertion of his attack, his features still seemed delicate even with his massive muscles covered in sweat. He advanced on her and reached for her chin but she pushed his hand back and retreated. He smiled briefly before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her toward him.

“You, mine!” He shouted in her face with a force which caught her off guard.

The Princess nodded, unsure what to do. She looked at him for a second and could see that despite his barbaric demeanor, he wanted something and she was confident what it was. She put a hand on his chest and gave him the best smile she could. With her other hand she attempted to lower her robe, conscious of where she had folded the dagger. The King watched her with a contemptuous smile as she sunk to her knees and lowered her robe at the same time. He nodded in approval when she parted his leather battle skirt and found his cock inside.

The King did not stop her but kept a wary eye while he still held his battle axe and helmet. She was grateful he was somewhat clean, albeit he had an exhilarating masculine odor from the battle. She had heard these particular mercenaries engaged in a ritual bath before battle and was glad for it. She stroked his cock a few times and looked up at him with a deliberately sheepish and submissive expression which he clearly approved of.

The Princess did not attempt to talk to him at all, not sure how long his entourage would give him before they wanted their turn. She had never touched her lips or tongue to a man’s cock before but she had heard her ladies in waiting gossip about it. When she finally touched her tongue to him he jumped a little and trembled. As she had hoped, he was young and inexperienced. She gagged at first when she tried to put his cock in her mouth and he gave an arrogant chuckle but she repaid him with a more cautious and effective attempt.

The Princess did not need to work very hard to get the mercenary King to moan with pleasure. She made a few glances up but noticed each time he was watching her intently. She returned to work each time and attempted to be more aggressive but he never took his eyes off of her. Finally she grabbed his balls, gently at first and then with a little more force. He seemed to immediately weaken when she did so and she hazarded another look. This time he had his head back and his eyes partially closed.

She fished into her robes and found the handle of the dagger. She was not sure yet what she intended to do with it but she saw whatever chance she had coming very soon. It did so with the sound of his helmet clattering to the ground as he became so distracted by the prior unknown pleasure he was feeling. The Princess never took her lips from his cock and she could feel it started to swell. It was time.

She grabbed the dagger and plunged it hard into his inner thigh. The blade was sharp and it seemed the man hardly noticed the initial stab. The Princess bit down onto his cock as she pulled the blade down with all her force. It easily carved a long, lazy S through his inner thigh and arterial blood flooded out of him. He howled in rage and pushed the Princess to the floor as blood gushed over her white robes. She pushed back from him and tried to regain her footing.

The King dropped his battle axe and held his wounded leg with one hand while he advanced on the Princess. He reached for her with his other hand but his staggering movements got weaker and less controlled. She could see in his eyes he knew he was a dead man. Rage welled up in the Princess and she pushed the massive man backward into a stone pillar with both hands. A candle holder tumbled to the ground with a clatter but he did not push back. He looked at her with pathetic surprise as she readied her dagger again.

“But, you are woman…” He gasped in disbelief.

“And you used to be a man!” She severed his cock and balls with the dagger.

The man’s eyes bugged out as she slashed his manhood off and he sunk to his knees. The Princess took his bloody cock and balls and tossed them into his helmet with a clatter. She picked it up and for good measure kicked the dying man to the side where he hit the stone floor with a thud to finish his last few moments of life.

Hearing protests outside from the King’s men, she quickly ran behind the crypt. She opened an iron panel and saw it led to a corridor large enough to crouch in. She pulled the metal panel shut behind her and fled, not impressed with the easily discovered hatch. As she fled, she heard the foreign tongues of the men shouting in confusion behind her and quickened her step.

She emerged outside several minutes later into a rising dawn. Behind her she could hear the sounds of battle and saw the entire palace ablaze as the mercenaries sowed havoc. She saw a company of her father’s soldiers riding toward the palace on horseback at breakneck speed. She was exhausted but moved to get into their path.

“Ho there!” The Captain of the company saw her stopped his horse.

The men rode up to the bloodied princess and immediately dismounted to assist her. At once they realized who they had found.

“Princess! You have escaped!” The young Captain was beaming with relief.

“And you are late. Get these creatures out of my father’s home!” The Princess demanded, pointing at the burning palace with her bloody dagger.

“Indeed. Are you hurt?” The Captain asked as a man brought a soft blanket to cover her.

“No, here.” She was cold and distracted but what she had just experienced and absently handed the helmet to the Captain.

“Princess?” He looked inside the bloody helmet with some revulsion.

“It is what’s left of their so-called ‘King’.” She growled as a few other men looked into the helmet and recoiled.

“So he is dead?”

“Do living men let women cut their cocks off?”

“You did this?” The Captain was even more uncomfortable.

“Take me away from here and go to the front and throw this trash over the wall. They will know just what it means.” The Princess ordered icily.

“Of course my lady. Squire!” The Captain kept the gruesome helmet and a very young man brought a horse to the Princess and helped her mount it.

The squire led the horse away from the battle but it did not take long to see the marauders were signaling a retreat to their boats. She did not speak to the squire nor he to her, but she was vowing to herself never to be helpless to a man again.