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engorging with lust and blood and heat.
    Finished with the
rinsing, he shook his hair out, much like a dog after the rain, and I
gasped. Trian. In all his glory. We had met only a few hours ago,
and yet I had been desiring him, yearning for a few more sentences
from his full and teasing lips. Unfortunately that gasp alerted him
to my presence. He looked toward me, and our eyes met. He grinned,
turned, and blushed at the same time, though I knew that he would
have displayed himself for other women.
    “Princess!”
He called softly, quickly wrapping a linen cloth hurriedly about his
hips. “Are you in need of anything?”
    I knew I should let
it go, I should excuse myself and hurry away and pretend I had never
seen anything, but my heart hammered, and my belly-and lower-was
filled with butterflies.
    “Actually, my
lord knight, my sister and I are about to head on an expedition to
hunt, would be best if we had an escort.” I paused as he
approached me, nude save that wet clinging linen cloth. I tried hard
but failed miserably to not look down at the way the shaft stuck to
the wet cloth. I also noted that it was changing, lengthening before
my eyes, hardening and growing erect. I fought with my eyes and
forced them back to his face, flushing a deep red.
    “Are you
asking me or the barracks in general, my lady Princess?” He
asked softly, and I felt heat fill me to my core.
    My thoughts argued
with my heart, but as oft does for a young maiden, the heart won out.
“You, Trian, please. Please come.”
    I heard Ita's
racket as she exited the castle, and stepped quickly into the shadows
of the alley, secured from my sister's sight and bumping into Trian's
firm chest. He was damp still, his hair hanging unceremoniously
about his face and throat. I swallowed and looked up at him.
Fighting at the urge to look once again at his member as it pressed
into my belly through the thick wool coat.
    His eyes explored
mine, and I felt certain they mirrored my own expression of need and
desire. There was most definitely the confusion in them I held in my
own. While the bards sing of love so powerful it erases all else, I
had been taught above all that respect and obedience to my husband
was first and foremost.
    His hand raised and
I thought my virgin lips would taste their first kiss, as his hand
hovered beside my cheek. I could see the desire in his brow, in the
set of his shoulders, reading him like a book. The spell wound
between us, causing me to push gently into him, pressing my sensitive
breasts against his firm chest, begging for that member pushing in my
belly to be pushing elsewhere. His breath was minty against my face,
spiced with cloves.
    My sister and Lassi
our nursemaid laughed loudly as they entered the stables, chattering
about the hunt, and it broke our spell. I looked toward them, my
heart beating faster at the thought of becoming caught, and Trian
stepped back.
    “I should
prepare, dawn is just coming,” his voice said softly, his
breath along my cheek.
    “Aye,”
I murmured, and without the command of my brain I set my hand on the
firm cool chest in front of me.
    I dropped my eyes
to that offending digit as it once again wound that spell between us.
I could barely muster the thoughts that I shouldn't be touching him
so intimately. I slid my hand along his pectoral that my own chest
had been pressing against a moment ago, taking note of the battle
scars. Our kingdom was at peace, but it didn't mean that our borders
went without their fair share of skirmishes. My eyes followed my
hand as it traced his firm muscles, trailing fingers against him and
catching a few drips against his naked breast. I could see he was
fully erect now, or at least I hoped he could not grow more immense
than he currently was, stretching against the damp cloth. My hand
ached to grasp the wide girth of it, slide over the mushroomed tip.
I wanted to pull the cloth away and taste it as I had been told men
loved. I looked into his eyes, letting