It’s the night i’ve been dreading since… well… it feels like forever, but it’s only been a year since my dad decided to have me married off to a local king twice my age. Me, the 18 year old Lina of Essex, will be married off to some low life, low-endued, jerk from the northern country. Apparently it was a favor my daddy owed him for a campaign years past. Or… something along those lines. What would I know, as my father doesn’t allow me into the business of statecraft or history keeping.
However, it is not of misfortune that I consult you, my diary. But of fortune and luck! Today was my last night as an unmarried lady. But by last night as a virgin flower waiting to be picked, will not happen tonight. It happened last night, as today a man of service did what he felt his heart wanted to me. I’m shivering, and having a hard time holding the pen as I write this. I could not be more happy. My new man will not have the satisfaction of taking me physically. My knight saw to that
It happened just a few hours ago, and my heart has yet to stop pounding. My panties are still soaked in his orgasm, and my lubricant. It started quite slowly. Axel is one of the only knights I see as a companion. He always listens to my qualms, and shares many. It was no secret to him that I found this marriage distasteful, and just plain awful. We were standing outside my room, where he was standing guard alone. No one could see or hear us. Only me and him and god could hear our words. Those words starting off wholesome, but soon took a turn. He professed his attraction for me, and constant admiration for my looks and conversations.
“it’ll be sad to see you go to the wolf” he said, referring to my future husbands nickname as a wolf. I look at his leather amour, tightly fitted to his body. I went quiet for a little bit, thinking about how I didn’t want to just give that retched man my body to the satisfaction of my father
The next part happened way too quickly. I wish I could’ve savored it more
Axel took hold of me and pushed me into my room without me being able to react. He grabbed me harshly, like a man possessed. He seemed to have expected a struggle, but when he grabbed me I didn’t resist. Instead, I just looked directly into his eyes. Hey were dark blue, and filled with lust. he got me on to the bed, and looked surprised. “demn, expected more of a fight”. I giggled, and retorted “we were both thinking the same thing. If that swine wants my virginity, he’d be very disappointed to find it gone to a stronger, more enduring man”. He smirked. He knew he had me, physically and mentally. He simply flipped my skirt up like he’d done it 10 times before and rubbed it. Not that he needed to, I was already dripping. I would’ve never expected my day to end up in this situation, but only a few moments later I was holding my breath to try not to make too much noise. The shear pleasure he gave me that night, was almost too much for a princess. His manhood was so big, a lot of it never got to enter my hole. Despite my best efforts, I wouldn’t be surprised if many people heard my moans. Only after 5 minutes of being used for my pleasure, did he release himself into me. God, the convulsions was unseizing. After the dust had settled, he looked at me with eyes of not only lust, but also pride. To have taken the virginity of a princess is something not many can attest to. He simply pulled his penis out and nodded. “I’ve done my service, my lady”
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