The Assasin's Princess

Forging an alliance

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        “Sit down and I will change.” She picked up the nightgown and closed the dressing room door. Dorban leaned back against the reclining chair’s back and stared off into the fire while he waited. The door creaked as it opened slowly and he looked up.

        Her hair had come down and the gown was made from that pearly silk he had chosen for her. It made her looking like a ghostly vision, so desirable. She hiked up the long skirt and straddled his lap.

        “You seem disappointed.” She said softly as she looked over his face.

        “No, never. It’s just that this woman and the one I rescued are not exactly the same woman.” He reached up and ran his hand through her long silky hair.

        “I haven’t changed Dorban, do you want to change your mind?”

        “No, I am just trying to understand both women.”

        “I was never so meek and mild until Avlar did all of those awful things to me. I was a woman to be reckoned with, I did what I wanted, said exactly what I thought and was my father’s best warrior.” She seemed sad and far off as she talked about how she used to be.

        “I remember watching one of your exhibitions when you were younger. You were very good.”

        “Do you think that you can love both sides of me?” She settled down against his chest with her arms around his neck. She nuzzled his throat with the bridge of her nose, her lips grazing his collar bone. He shivered under the heat of her breath.

        “I don’t think so, I know so.” She pressed her lips to his and his hands roamed around, over her buttocks and he stopped cold. She wore nothing but the gown, literally nothing but, “what do you have to say about that?” She smiled when his fingers flexed, cupping her cheeks harder in both hands.

        “I want you give you what you want Dorban. What I offered you before.” She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “I trust you.”

        “For all the stars in heaven, please tell me you are sober Mora.” He pleaded, holding as much of her desperately to his body that he possibly could.

        “I am dead sober Dorban.” She brought her lips so close to his ear he shivered again. “I want you to teach me what s** and love making are all about. I want you to make me crave you all of the time.” She whispered her desires into his ear making goose bumps and every hair stand on end.

        He sat up and kissed her long and slow, he kicked his legs off the chair and stood with her in his arms. He expertly maneuvered through his dark room to his bed. With the stealth of practice he lowered her to the bed and came over the top of her. His hand slid up her leg, skimming the nightgown up to her hip.

        “You are sure you are ready for this?” He asked.

        “I want you to make me yours Dorban.” She said breathlessly.

        He jumped up and quickly stripped down and eased back over her. He gently lifted the night gown up to her waist and started to shake when their bare skin met. With one hand he parted her and groaned as he slowly slid inside. When he looked up to her face her eyes were clenched tightly closed.

        “Mora? Damn, did I hurt you?”

        Her eyes opened and she looked around and then looked up at him, “no.” Slowly a smile spread over her lips, “it feels good…I think.”

        “You were expecting it to be like it was with him weren’t you?” He slowly rocked his hips back and pressed them up into her.

        She moaned at the pleasing feelings he was causing, her back starting to arch to press their bodies even closer together. “But it isn’t. It’s better.”

        “Tell me, what it feels like. Tell me what my body does to yours.” He murmured against her ear as he loosened up and began a steady assault on her body. She bucked so hard underneath him and her arms slapped his shoulders as she wrapped them around his neck. The gown was steadily getting pushed up around her chest, balling up under her arm pits. He slipped it up over her head, and threw it away with a triumphant growl.

        She moaned his name, “Dorban. Oh, you feel so good.”

        “More little one, tell me more.” He trailed a hand down from her hair and palmed her firm b****t cautiously, knowing how harshly they had been treated in the past. He kissed her, his fingers firmly massaged the flesh and brushed the tips to tease them.

        “I feel hot and tingling every where we touch,” He thrust up into her harder and she cried out, “oh yes!”

        “Mora, you are growing tighter around me. You are making it hard for me to be gentle with you little one. I can be firm without hurting you. Do you trust me?” She nodded as she licked her dry lips.

His hand left her b****t and slid down her side, to her leg and gripped her thigh, pulling it up as he sank into her deeper. He continued like that for a little bit when she stopped him, “What is it?”

        She brought her other leg up and locked it around his hip. He released her thigh and swooped down to kiss the crest of her b****t. It shocked her so she jumped, rocking her hips into him. “I thought you were going to bite me.”

        “Never,” He kissed her lips again, “does that feel better than a bite?”

        “Yes,” she rocked her hips to him again and was rewarded when he moaned against her b****t. He pulled her tight and rolled over onto his back, never breaking their connection. They were both breathing hard.

        “I want you to do the same things I did, do those things to me.”

        “Like what?”

        “Kiss me, touch me anywhere you want, move your body against me.” He caressed her face.

        “But I don’t know what to do.” This was the girl he had rescued looking down at him.

        “Just try. You are a princess, you are wickedly smart, I know you can figure it out.” He reminded her of who she was, and she smiled again. He watched her as she gazed down at her hands as she ran them over the hardened planes of his chest and stomach. As if possessed he could see the old Mora coming to life as she inspected him at her mercy.

        She licked her lips, remembering how amazing it had felt to have his mouth, his tongue and lips against her b****t. Their gazes met as she lowered her face to his chest, her tongue barely grazing the surface of his sun darkened n****e. He moaned and grew harder inside of her. He could feel her moan hum against his flesh as she continued.

        She worked her way up to his ear, her tongue traipsing where ever it wanted to go. Electricity followed it, making him flex and beg for more. “Do you like that my lord?” She asked near his ear.

        “Mora you learn so quickly,” He swallowed hard. He curled his hands around her waist to keep her stable being stretched out over the top of him. “When it feels like you are going to fall into the abyss don’t stop. Keep going, let your body take what it wants, cry out of moan if you want but do not stop. I promise you won’t regret it.” He was panting as he talked, her mouth still lingering on his neck.

        Her hips rose and rolled as they descended against his p****s. He slowly began guiding her hips forward and back against him as they moved and swirled. The speed and friction slowly picked up, they were building a fire together, her fingernails dug into his pectorals. Her sweet moan made him flex deep to his b***s, he took control and pounded her over him until they both shattered. Her hips milked him, their earthquake slowly dying.

        “Dorban, you were right. You were the only thing to hold to, I never knew it could feel like that.” She reached up, about to smother from all of her hair hanging in her face. He pulled her down onto the bed next to him and held her to his chest.

        “Mora, have you thought about having children?” His question echoing across the now silent room.

        “I never thought about it before. I guess I should now.”

        “I have always wanted children but I won’t sacrifice you to have them.” He kissed her hair and pulled the blanket up, “I won’t lose you.”

        “Dorban,” she yawned and said, “would you be mad if I told you something?”

        “What would that be?” He chuckled as he asked, his hand absent mindedly grazing up and down her bare back.

        She snuggled deeper into his chest and mumbled, “I love you.”

        Dorban was stone still, he had thought those very words but never said them out loud. He looked down at her, he would tell her first thing in the morning, she was truly exhausted. He fell asleep with his nose and his hand buried in her hair as he held her.