Princess Elara

Princess Elara of Thrmes is 20, King Orin of Thrmes is 48, Prince Varion of Thrmes is 27, King Rein of Kalk is 28. Kalk is to the North

Princess Elara of Thrmes is 20, King Orin of Thrmes is 48, Prince Varion of Thrmes is 27, King Rein of Kalk is 28. Kalk is to the North

other characters: Rolf is 43.

other characters: Rolf is 43.

The Dawn and Yaks

The Dawn and Yaks

The moment the twilight of dawn shows the camp becomes a buzz, as they readied the horses and packed the tents. Elara sits up exhausted and tired the cloak still draped over her, her hair rough and tangled, she looks over to see the soldiers eating and packing. Her empty belly aches, no dinner no lunch barely a breakfast yesterday and now she's starving, staring at the gruel they eat. A soldier eating makes eye contact with her she tenses and quickly looks down at the ground, she needs to get away from here... She looks over at the cow like creatures they are like nothing she's ever seen before, with such long fur and massive horns they look cuddly in the sun light as they stretch and are tacked up with packs filled with grain, hay, tents, and weapons.

'This is the supply route Varion is planning to attack...' Elara feels a deep sense of dread. The soldier who spoke to her last night comes out from his tent handing his bowl to another who gathers them cleaning and stacking them into the bags. He walks around tall and fully armoured with a crest embellished into his chest piece. 'A commanding officer or knight, he's in charge.' She thinks as she stands up dusting herself off, the cloak ill fitting only hangs on across her shoulder. He stops short of her and speaks to a few of his men instead, then he turns and fetches his horse and begins tacking it up. Elara looks up as the other soldier approaches her.

"Come, the commander wants you on a yak." He puts his hand on her back pushing her forward towards the yaks, firm but not unkind.

One is already half tacked with a woven saddle, its harness is tied to the one in front of it. It looks more imposing up close, but it does seem to act like a cow as it's ears flick seeming unbothered.

"Pat her, she's about the friendliest one we have." He chuckles softly, under that armour he sounds no older than 25.

Elara approaches the beast, its as big as the average horse, the saddle weaved and padded rather than leather. She reaches out patting the long fur on its neck. it feels like wool and the smell is nothing she's ever smelt.

"Here I'll help you up, they can be a little tricky but just hold onto the saddle." He instructs as he holds his hands out to her.

She is helped into the soft woven saddle as the rest of the soldiers prepare to walk along side or mount their own horses or yaks. Soon the group begins to move north west, Elara feels dread she needs to get back to the fortress. Looking around she doesn't see any chances to escape so she sits on the yak obediently as they bring her to the next campsite.

The ride is long as the winding path leads them from maple and oak forests to deep black pine forests with frost on the ground crunching under each hoof step. After a few hours of travel they stop at a shallow stream, everyone dismounts allowing the horses and yaks to drink, as they stand guard, Elara slips off the yak, the soldiers are distracted staring into the tree line. This is her only chance, she sees a large blackish grey mare near by and slowly walks to it. She quickly puts her foot in the stirrup as she grabs the horn and pulls herself up.

"HEY!" A soldier shouts drawing attention to her, but she's quick she urges the horse forward.

It sets off at a gallop, with such a light rider compared to a man in armour the horse races at a great speed, she goes south west into the trees as the others try to chase. But they don't chase her far, the grain and cargo is far too important. The mare carries her south west at a steady pace galloping she's lost still but at least she is in Thrmes woods again, she breathes a sigh as the pines turn to maple and oak trees. Her borrowed cloak the only warmth she has as she rides for hours.

She pulls the reins as they find a path the sun setting, she urges the mare forward and it trots along the path, and finally she sees the Thrmes encampment outside the fortress, the torch light shining through the trees ahead. She reaches the gates and guard rush to let her in shouting and causing a great commotion in the courtyard and the encampment outside the fortress as she rides through it all.

'These must be the soldiers for the ambush' A thought that fills her with dread, as she rides into the court yard.

Orin comes rushing out with Varion as they see the princess alive and safe within the fortress once again. Orin wraps his arms around her then holding her out by her shoulders looking over her, the messy hair and the dried blood and the cloak and her hollow cheeks.

"Elara! Are you hurt? My dear." Orin's voice is filled with a mix of worry and relief as he looks over Elara.

"Are you bleeding!?" Varion asks as he cups her face, moving it to the side checking for injuries.

Elara shakes her head with the softest 'no' under her breath, exhausted and hungry. Just wanting to bathe, eat, and sleep. The soldiers out side seem to watch the commotion die down as Orin guides her inside his hand stays on her back possessive but a constant comfort to her as she is led to the bath's with Varion following closely, his hand on the pommel of his sword as usual.

In the bath chambers the air is warm with a scent of lavender, milk, and honey. The soft glow of the fire place brighten the room as it finally becomes dark outside. Orin dismisses the servants waiting inside with a wave, and Varion locks the door as they leave. Alone with Orin and Varion in front of a large wooden bath she looks between the two.

"What happened Elara where did you go?" Varion asks as he watches Orin unhook her fur cloak and toss it aside.

"Where did you find that cloak and horse?" Orin chimes in his eyes narrow slightly as he looks at the fur cloak, before softening returning to Elara's face.

"The horse bolted, it had an arrow in it and just ran north." Her words come out shaky and quick as she recalls the events.

"It was dark i got off the horse, took off my dress and tied it to the horse and let it run." She looks at Varion with a guilty look for letting his horse run into the woods injured, but he gives her an unexpected gentle smile in return.

"So that was the report that they saw you going west!" Orin lets out a short laugh, he smiles at her as he takes a step closer.

"You had Reins best knights going west looking for a ghost, a horse is easily replaced. Fret not about the stallion." Varion's voice is smooth and genuine, his smirking and shaking his head at the fact she fooled Reins men, even for a short while.

"Come let me check you for injuries, the maids will bring some food you must be starving. But how did you get back here?" Orin's voice is like silk as he slowly grabs her ridding skirt and begins to unbutton it, she blushes and continues.

"I got chased by a bear into a camp of Kalk soldiers and yaks." Elara goes on, her voice soft. "They questioned me and i said my name was Fern, and that i was collecting herbs when my horse threw me."

"Yaks? With packs on them?" Varion asks giving Orin a smirk, she found the supply trail.

"A bear!" Orin asks with alarm focusing on that rather than the supply routes.

Elara nods looking between both of them nervously.

"They saved me, killed the bear, and gave me a cloak. They let me stay by the fire for the night, and put me on a yak. When they all stopped for water an hour in to the trip i stole a horse and rode straight here!" She explains, as she blushes and shivers between their gaze as Orin continues undressing her.

Orin watches her face slowing his unbuttoning, Varion steps forward listening with a stern look.

"They were kind to me." Elara explains, but is quickly dismissed

"Only because they thought you would be more useful digging their latrines, what do you think would of happened once you were taken back to their fortress." Varions voice is firm and dismissive, Orin gives his son a firm look.

"All that matters is that you are safe, but trust. Those were not kind people they just wanted a compliant prisoner." Orins tone is gentle, as he finishes unbuttoning her skirt.

Watching for Elara's reaction, her face changes from one of confused guilt to a blush as Orin lets her skirt fall to the ground. Orin's gaze lingers on her legs and mound as he slowly lifts her tunic, Elara embarrassed moves her hands in front of her mound to cover herself.

"I'd had their heads if they hurt you." Varion states as he steps closer. "Elara we need to make sure they didn't harm you, and that you are still pure." He says as he puts his hands over hers and lifts her arms gently as she shyly nods.

Orin removes her tunic and now with his Princess fully bare he takes his time looking over her body, his hand traces her hips as he turns her around.

"Did they hurt you or touch you?" Orin asks his voice impassive.

"No." Elara shakes her head, not really thinking the shoves count.

"Good, you did very well, tricking them like that. A true Thrmes royal, your mother would be proud." Orin exclaims as he turns her to face him with a smile, Elara blushes. "You look just like her, and you have her spirit." His voice is smooth and sweet as his eyes stare into hers with adoration.

Varion begins to undress as Orin cups Elara's face in one hand, the other encircling her waist. He pulls her into his chest and presses his lips to hers in a long needy kiss. Varion watches from behind as he undresses his eyes over the curve of her ass as he lets his trousers fall, he's already erect and palms his hard cock once as he walks to the bath. Orin pulls away slowly pleased as he watches Elara's flushed face.

"Come we will bathe with you, and wash the filthy Kalk stench from you." Varion whispers in a silken tone with an emphasis on 'filthy kalk', as he holds out a hand for Elara.

Elara embarrassed, confused, and unsure walks up slowly, taking his hand as he guides her into the bath, Varion pulls her into him his hands roaming over her back and sides as he presses his nose into her neck. She moans as she's pulled down onto his lap. His erect cock pushes between her closed thighs, making him groan into her neck softly. Orin watches enjoying the sight of his son running his hands over Elara so slow and sensual as he undresses. Elara is flushed in the face as she looks up and sees Orin naked, the burly man and muscular shoulders the soft dark brown and grey speckled hair on his chest and arms. He looks at her and kneels by the bath with one hand slowly pumping his hard cock, the thick shaft seems to twitch at the sight of his daughter and son. Elara pants mouth open as Varion's right hand cups her breast, his fingers skilfully playing with her nipple as he lifts her slightly in his lap groaning into her neck, his left hand is on her rear and hip as his cock throbs between her thighs. Orin watches for any sign of fear or anxiety in her face, he sees pleasure, shame, and curiosity. He smiles seeing her eyes drift down to her fathers cock.

"Would you like to taste it, it would make me a very proud king." Orin chuckles at her look of shame and her blush.

"You know why we do this, don't you Elara?" Varion asks his voice husky as he feels her body, his fingers still pinching and pulling gently on her nipple.

"Because rank and role." She answers unsure, Orin chuckles.

"While yes, a king can do as he pleases with whom he pleases..." Orin states smoothly while giving his son a knowing look about their conquests.

"We do this because we missed you, because you are our princess. It is our duty to guide you, and love you." Orin smiles and stands up as he leans closer his cock is short but thick, dripping pre cum.

"I missed you both." Elara answers blushing as she stares at Orin's cock, he stands over her smiling with love and affection.

"We love you dearly Elara." Varion's voice is soft as he kisses her neck gently his eyes close as he feels her.

"Good. Now, open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me my dear." Orin gently instructs as he puts his left hand on the back of her head cupping her and patting her hair gently.

Varion pulling away from her neck watches as their father pushes his cock to Elara's lips, his own cock thrusting into her thighs slows. Elara does as instructed her eyes wide and doe like as she looks up at Orin, she holds onto her legs her hands still. he smiles down at her as he puts the head of his cock against her soft warm tongue groaning softly as he continues his slow stroking. Varion grins seeing this, he continues to tease her soft nipples rubbing them between his fingers causing Elara to moan on her fathers cock head. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as Varion's gentle thrusting between her thighs slowly moves closer and closer to her slit, his right hand still deftly rubbing and pinching her left nipple as he bites her shoulder gently. Orin removes his hand from his cock slowly as he cups her face with both hand looking down at her sitting in his son's lap, her face a mixture of pleasure, shame, fear and bliss, he begins thrusting slowly into her mouth. Her eyes open in slight shock looking up at him wide unable to speak with only muffled whimpers on the Kings cock as Varion's own cock rubs up along her slit, her slick wetness is noted but him as he groans into her shoulder. The overwhelming pleasure Elara feels along with the slight fear not being able to speak as she whimpers and moans brings her closer to the edge.

Varion's thrusting increases as he reaches his peak, panting and moaning into her shoulder as his cock is thrust up along her slit, each thrust rubbing her sensitive clit. Elara's eyes close as she moans and lets out a muffled squeal on Orins cock, her thighs shivering as she cums. Varion bucks his hips and presses her down in his lap as he climaxes, painting her slit in his thick seed. Orin continues to thrust nearing his own climax panting and groaning holding her head with both hands.

"Swallow what the king gives you Elara, don't spill any." Varion pants as he leans back into the side of the bath watching like a sated beast, his right hand now resting on her thigh and his left rubbing up and down her back.

Elara looks up, her wide doe eyes full of nervousness, she's never done this before it feels so strange. Orins thrusts are shallow out of respect for her, his right hand goes to his cock as his left grabs her hair, he strokes a few times before groaning and looking down at his kneeling Princess. Elara's eyes widen as her mouth is filled with a thick, salty and almost vinegar like cream, her hands still firmly holding her legs as she whimpers muffled on his cock. Orin pants as he pulls out slowly, his now semi erect cock leaving a thin sticky trail down her chin, his grip in her hair loosens as he gently cups her cheek. His eyes narrow for a moment as Elara stares up at him her mouth still full frozen confused and still in the after glow of her own climax, he smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

"You can swallow it now my dear." He smiles his eyes crinkling as he wipes the trail on her chin with his thumb smearing it into her skin.

She swallows and shudders the taste is like nothing she's ever had, her reaction makes Varion laugh and Orin grin.

"Come now, you'll learn to like it." Varion's voice is tired but satisfied, his cock now completely soft between her labia majora.

Varion gently pushes Elara off his lap into the bath, he stands up and stretches yawning. Orin kneels beside the bath wrapping his arms around her, and burying his face in her neck.

"I have to go do the midnight patrol, it'll be a late one." His tone now that of a tired and impassive soldier as he gathers his things and dresses.

Orin nods at Varion as he leaves shutting the door softly and turns back to Elara, his expression one of pride and exhaustion. Orin slowly begins to wash her hair, using a clean pail of water and several oils and soaps, his hands are clearly not used to such tasks but he does his best to be gentle. He sit's as he washes her hair, rinsing it with a jug, and then slowly oiling it, his fingers work to massage her scalp. Her eyes closed she stays there still soaking it all in with a gentle contentedness. After he is done he leans in slowly and kisses her cheek, as he wraps his arms over her.

"I need to plan things, for the ambush. if you found their supplies it means the dates we had for when they'd passing through is wrong." Orin whispers softly his mind going over the details and plans he had.

"they should be bringing more through in five or six days then." He mutters softly to himself as he dresses himself.

Orin leaves the room, and Elara finally alone feels the weight of her findings. Those men were kind, she knows that as winter is coming around soon they likely wouldn't have been able to spare the food, but they did give her the cloak, and let her stay by the fire, and they let her ride a yak. They could have made her walk, or killed her, or let the bear deal with her, but they were kind and she stole their horse and a cloak. And now, she brought death and starvation on them.

She stands up, looking down she sees varion's seed drip down from her labia, she uses a rag and scrubs it off leaving the dirty rag on the floor. She dries herself and wraps herself in a towel.

A servant knocks and slowly enters holding soft clean clothing, its the same one who tended to her in the kings chambers. Elara smiles as the servant hands her some clothing and then gathers the dirty clothes, she picks up the rag looking at it, her face has a slither of disgust before she smiles politely.

"Would you like me to help you dress?" Her tone is controlled and careful.

"No. But, tell me what is your name?" Elara asks polite, she stands there wrapped in a towel.

"Mayra, my lady, is there anything i have done wrong?" She asks the shake in her voice makes Elara feel terrible.

"No, not at all. You have been a great help, i simply wish to know what to call you." Elara replies calmly with a sympathetic expression. "And, Thank you Mayra." Elara dismisses her with a nod.

Alone again, she dresses her mind on those men and what will happen to them, even as she eats she cant pull herself out of the thought. Even as she lies down in the kings bed, she can bearly sleep. Her dreams seem to show horses, across blood soaked earth.

Elara wakes her body sore, her mind restless.

'I can't do nothing, this... This isn't fair!' Elara sits up, it's just barely morning. Orin was busy arguing with his generals all night he is exhausted and only just went to sleep, his arm over her waist as he snores loudly.

Varion left early he's gone west to organise god knows what and will be back in two days. Elara stretches and slips out of bed, Orin hardly reacts in his deep slumber. She starts digging in her bag, she pulls out the most dusty rough spun tunic and a pair of ridding pants, she puts them on and grabs her brown felted wool cloak tying it around her waist like a skirt, she shoves her boots on and over all those practical clothes she puts on a silk over gown.

Lastly she grabs the stolen cloak folding it and carrying it out as she slips out of the chambers, She is determined. Her foot falls swift as she walks quickly, glancing at the war room, two guards stand at either side of the door. She hurries to the stables to her stolen horse and to Fern. She walks with purpose and opens the doors, the stable hands freeze.

"I want the horse i stole and Fern tacked and ready. I want them both ready as soon as i come back. Make sure she is wearing all the tack i stole, it'll fit her till i can get something nicer..." Her voice an absolute command.