[MF] [preg] Princess Ann and the knight

Princess Ann pouted around the castle as she learned the news. Impossible. Simply impossible. It might be the biggest catastrophe in the kingdom, but for her it was more personal. Yes, King Andrew was not able to sire a child. That meant that the throne would belong to another after his death. Her future child could never rise to be king, because what it really meant was that she could never have a child. That was the real catastrophe.
“We will still have a happy life,” the king said to her later that night.
She took the bed with him each night, breaking the tradition of previous royal spouses who held their own rooms why the king did as he pleased with whomever he pleased. King Andrew truly loved Ann, despite his power and stance in the kingdom. When he vowed his love to her, he meant it.

“I know my dear,” Ann said to the king. “I am disappointed, but I live to serve you.”

“Nonsense,” he said, “inside this room, we are equals as I have always said. We serve each other. I never want you to think otherwise.” He pulled her into his strong arms, holding her tight. “Do you understand me?” She nodded. “Good,” he said, kissing her deeply.

She felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and despite her current feelings, she responded, knowing that there really was no choice. They made love, slow and steady. For someone who could have any woman he wanted, at any time, he showed his love for Ann by being a patient lover. Tonight, she wished he would move a little faster, finish off so that she could sleep.

When he came inside of her a few minutes later, Ann felt tears slip down her face and she quickly dried them away. He would be mad if he thought he had upset her. She knew his seeds would never amount to anything, that they could never give her a child. They were just his release, which she was happy to give to him, but each time he shot into her, it was like a physical blow to her womb reminding her of his infertility. They stayed together for a few more minutes, and then the king pulled out from inside of her, rolling onto his back.

“We will have a happy life,” he reminded her as he drifted off to sleep.

Ann knew she could never be happy without a child.

Sir Blaviar the Dreamer was a noble knight who served the king well. Originally charged with protecting Andrew on mobile details, he had been reassigned to protecting the castle. It was said that his stories romanticizing the ideal world both bothered and annoyed the king. As the king once put it to Ann, something he would never say about a knight in front of his other subjects, Blaviar’s stories went on eternity.

A fierce protector of the king, Blaviar was upset at his reassignment. Taking away a knight’s charge was tantamount to taking away his manhood. A loyal subject, however, he did as he was told, and as a knight, he did it to the best of his ability. It was his fifth day of service when he first met Princess Ann. Stunned b her beauty as she moved about the great garden, followed by woman servants and others, the princess seemed to radiate sunshine from within and he found he could not take his eyes off of her.

Blaviar had heard of her beauty, but thought it was the fodder of stories and tall tales. Now, seeing her for himself for the first time, he knew they were all true and understood that the Gods truly favored royalty. From his perch, high on the forward watch, he followed her through the gardens into the castle barns, where she entered and moments later, exited on a white horse, riding off into the great hills that flanked the castle walls. He watched her as she rode off into the distance, his heart fluttering. As her figure disappeared in the distance, he knew that he had to meet her.
It was several days before he was able to work his way deeper into the castle to meet the princess. He had formally asked for a change of his service which had been granted based on his status. Blaviar would now patrol the gardens and the east side of the castle which looked out into the morning sun. He had convinced the protectorate council that any attack during the day would come from the vast hills, where the enemy could not be seen until they were already to close. He was then charged with protecting the castle and its stewards from the hills.

Princess Ann entered the great garden the following morning flanked by her woman servants. Blaviar, not more than 20 feet from her, felt his heart swell when he saw her in person. She was everything he had seen from a distance, and so much more. How could one woman project so much beauty and confidence, he thought? He caught her eye as she stepped onto the lush grass, a lady in waiting holding the trail of her long dress.

“You are new here,” she said to Blaviar.

Blaviar bent his knee, bowing to her as he took a step forward. To be looked at by a princess was one thing. To be spoken to by one, was another. To be approached by one of Ann’s beauty was overwhelming for Blaviar, and he felt his great tongue silenced. He nodded.

“Do you not speak?” she said to him.

Blaviar summoned his gifted voice, still bent before her.
“Princess Ann, your beauty precedes you,” he said.

She smiled, looking down at him. “Please rise,” she said. “Do you dare address my visage?”

Blaviar gathered himself looking up at her. “A thousand apologies, but when faced with a woman of such rare beauty, it is difficult to keep one’s tongue from speaking.”

She blushed slightly, and then stared at him once more. “I know who you are,” she said. “You are the one that speaks volumes on nothing. The knight who prattled on so much that the king forced you from is guard.”

“I am all of those things, princess, but still, I cannot contain my tongue in your presence. Your beauty is unparalleled in this kingdom and perhaps the world.”

Ann was completely flushed at his words and she turned to hide her face briefly before turning back to him. “One should heed my husband’s warning and harness your words.”

She turned from him and moved through the garden without looking back as the knight stood watching. He knew that he had misspoken, but he could not help himself, as he wondered what she looked like underneath her many flowing garments.

For the next several days, he bowed as required as she walked by, keeping his tongue silent as she did her own. She rode almost daily, often alone on her white stallion – sometimes for long period of time. One day, Princess Ann was gone for much longer than usual and Blaviar found himself worried about her return. How could they let her ride off alone into the hills, unprotected from the elements or worse from an enemy who would thrill in her capture? He vowed to let her know of his concern, and perhaps the protectorate if she would not listen.

When the princess came into the east gardens the following morning, Blaviar made it a point to be close to her path, bowing as she walked by. As was her usual, she looked over guards offering them her silent thanks, as all royalty did, but nodding to their bowed heads. When she looked over at Blaviar, he stared back at her, and she found herself locking eyes with him, causing her to stop in her path.

“First, you address me like a common woman, and now you refuse to bow in my presence?” she said, admonishing him. He remained silent. “Are you not in awe of my stature?”

“I fear you are unprotected,” he said. “Left alone as you travail the hills on your steed. Far from any assistance should an obstacle befall you or you meet an adversary.”

“I chose to travel alone,” she said. “Are you suggesting that I have not chosen wisely?” Blaviar was silent once more. “You truly cannot hold your tongue,” she said. “Stand up.” He did as she asked, and she walked around him, her subjects duly following her. “You have protected my husband?” He nodded. She completed her circle, standing in front of him. “Then you can now protect me. What is your name?”

“Sir Blaviar the Dreamer, your Royal Highness,” he said, bowing once more to her.

“I hope you can ride, dreamer,” she said, offering a small laugh. “Follow me.”

Blaviar followed the princess through the gardens and into the great barn. There were several barns in this section of the grounds, but the larger barn was reserved for the king. When Princess Ann married Andrew, he made a special area in the barn just for her and her horses. The inside of the great barn was bigger than most homes in the kingdom and many times taller. He looked up at the rafters that made up the tall building wondering how many trees had been felled for a simple barn.

Following her instructions, servants in the barn saddled two horses. As she neared her white stallion, her ladies in waiting removed several layers of her garments, reducing her outfit to a simple pair of cropped pants and a tight-fitting shirt, long-sleeved shirt. Blaviar was amazed at the woman that had been revealed once unclad from all of her clothes, and he found his eyes walking down from her strong chin, over her chest, and down her long legs.

Princess Ann could not remember the last time a man looked at her the way the knight did. He clearly undressed her with his eyes, an action punishable by prison if she were to report it to the protectorate or worse if she were to tell the king. She could not deny, however that she felt a stirring in her body as his eyes washed over her.

“Dreamer,” she said, clearing her throat, “mount up.”

She placed a foot in her horse’s stirrup and swung her leg over, an action that was not lost on Blaviar. Women simply did not mount horses like men, and he admired her for her individuality. She was different. Different and beautiful. He mounted his horse, and found he was at a galloping pace almost immediately trying to keep up with the princess who had rode off into the distance. They kept at a fast pace for quite a while, him trailing her for the better part of their trip. As he began to gain on her, she slowed her horse and turned off into the hills on the left. He lost sight of her, following her around the same turn. Princess Ann was nowhere to be found.
Blaviar pulled back on the reigns stopping the horse surveying the area around him. He could not find her, but he also could find no signs of anyone else or foul play. He reasoned that she had taken a turn down an unknown trail, one she knew well as she traveled this area almost daily.

Ann knew she had lost him, hoping to teach him a lesson. She didn’t need to be watched on a moment-to-moment basis. She knew these hills and valleys better than anyone. Where to ride, where to hide, and all of the little idiosyncrasies that the lush land had to offer. These were her hills. She watched the knight from a distance for a while as he trotted his horse from one direction to the next. He was fine-looking man, she thought to herself. Tall, strong, no doubt like everyone on the king’s staff. His eyes were inquisitive, different. She felt, in her few encounters with him, that they sought out a story in everyone they met.

When she thought the knight had had enough of searching, she circled behind him, and appeared from a small rocky bluff. His horse sensed hers first, and Blaviar turned to see her some 20 yards from him as she approached. Embarrassed, he turned and rode toward her, closing the gap.

“Where was my protector now?” she said.

“My lady,” he said. “You were moving at such great pace, I could not keep up.”

“Are you not a knight of the highest honor? Trusted to protect even the king?” He nodded. “Surely then, you can keep up a princess.” She took pleasure in admonishing him until she saw its effect. He said nothing. She chose to change her tone. “I am quite a rider, am I not?” she said.

Blaviar watched once more as the princess swung her leg over the horse and stepped down from it. She took the horse by the reigns and began to walk him away from them.

“Indeed, madam,” he said, dismounting his own horse, following her several steps behind. “Finer than any woman rider I have ever seen.”

“Do tell,” she said. “And, have you seen many?” He hesitated, knowing that it was his tongue that had gotten him into trouble before. “You may speak.”

“Before I was in the king’s charge, I rode with several armies. One tried to enable teams of woman to ride, to use as an element of surprise in a real war.” He paused, his eyes taking in the curve of her body as she walked before him.

“Go on,” she said.

“None, not one, could ride the way you do. And, nary a woman was able to mount a horse such as the way you do.”
She stopped and turned around to face him. “And that is wrong?”

“Not at all madam,” he replied quickly, “it just shows how special you are.”

Special, she thought. She was special. She led her horse around a bend. Blaviar chastised himself for his words and his inability to stay quiet. He was to protect his charge with his skills, not his gift of gab. He made the turn behind her and stopped immediately, as he looked out over a small lake that appeared, as if out of thin air, in front of them. It was beautiful, like the woman who moved in front of him. He followed slowly.

Princess Ann released the reigns of the horse and sat a few feet from the water’s edge staring out across it. This was her lake and she admired its beauty and quiet almost on a daily basis. She looked back at Blaviar and waved him forward. “Come sit with me,” she said. “Tell me a story of the lake.”

Blaviar tied his horse to a nearby tree and walked to Ann’s side. She looked up at him and nodded, granting him the right to sit near her. Several feet from her, he sat down, looking out over the water. He was quiet for a moment, and then he summoned his voice and his gift.

“The Gods knew that the armies of the world would meet at a certain place and a certain time. It had been foretold many eons in the past. To provide for their sustenance for the long battle – some say it lasted many years, they provided a vast lake that could fill men and animals alike without ever emptying. There was no mother source for this lake…”

Sir Blaviar the Dreamer wove his intricate story through the hills and lands for a long period of time. At no point did Princess Ann’s attention waver. She was completely enthralled by his story, his imagination. When he was finished, he looked over to her and she smiled.

“That was amazing,” she said. “A story out of thin air. That is your gift.” She looked into his eyes. There was something special about him also, she thought. “I wish you to tell me a story like that every day,” she said.

Blaviar nodded, realizing his words had created a new issue for him, but if that was her wish, he would fulfill it. Besides, he welcomed the opportunity to spend as much time as he could with the princess. They left the lake and rode back to the castle almost side by side.

Each day they rode together out into the hills together, riding free for a while before landing at the lake. He supplied a new story with each visit and she marveled at every one of them, hanging on each of his words. As he wove his tales, and she looked out over the lake, his eyes wandered over her body staring at her long neck, he braided hair, her soft curves.

On one particular day, she seemed unhappy when they arrived at the lake. The knight knew he could not ask her about herself, but he hesitated before he spun his story. She looked up at him, the sun glistening behind her head.

“Go on,” she said. When he didn’t speak, she asked him again.

“Are you out of stories? No more dreams from the great knight?”

“I fear that any story I tell today will fall only on a heavy heart,” he paused, knowing he was definitely speaking too much. “Would the lady like to tell me her story?”

Princess Ann stared back at him. Was she wearing her closely guarded feelings on her sleeve for all to see? Or was Blaviar so perceptive that he was able to read her at first glance. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, glancing out over the lake.

“I want so much to have a child inside my womb. To feel it growing inside of me,” she said, her strong voice breaking up. The knight let her speak. “The king is unable, and I will never know how it feels, never know the strength of motherhood or what it feels like to love someone so unconditionally.”

She turned to him with tears in her eyes and Blaviar held himself still, forcing himself again the impulse to pull her into his arms. Tears rolled down her face as she continued.

“Andrew would do anything in all his power to make me happy, but this is one thing he cannot fix. History – and the Gods have chosen me or this fate, and I have accepted it.” She sobbed as she finished her sentence.

Blaviar felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her close to him before his brain could react. They were friends and she needed to be consoled. There was nothing wrong with his actions. She was the princess, however, and there was everything wrong with his hands as they wandered down her back even as she cried into his shoulder. As he felt her breast push up against him, there was everything wrong with the erection that was forming between his legs. He thought of battle, war, death, but nothing seemed to damper his erection.

She lifted her head after a few minutes and looked into his eyes, gaining her composure. His hand reached up to dry her tears and she looked away as she felt his hands gently massaging her back. She felt warm in his arms, comfortable. She turned back to him and kissed him gently on the lips. Blaviar pulled back as her lips touched his and looked up into her eyes.

She leaned back in, kissing him once more as he held her. This time the knight responded, kissing her back, feeling his erection harden as her arms wrapped around his neck. Princess Ann pushed her tongue into his mouth searching for his own. She sucked his tongue into her mouth when she found it. They kissed passionately for a minute before she pulled away.

She smiled into is face. He opened his mouth to speak and she shook her head.

“There is no time for stories now,” she said. “That tongue will be busy elsewhere.”

Blaviar looked up at her. He wanted her more than anything, but he knew that there were so many things wrong with the situation. She stood up from the ground and pulled him up alongside of her.

“Perhaps, my lady, we should be getting back,” he said.

“Perhaps, the fair knight would like to undress me,” her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him.

She nodded, and Blaviar’s hands reached up to her shirt, unbuttoning the front, his hands shaking. As he spread the sides of her shirt wide, he could see the tops of her breasts poking out from her corset. He reached for the strings to untie it, but she stepped back, turning away from him, looking out over the lake. As he watched her from behind, she shed the corset, and pushed her pants down over her hips revealing her beautiful ass. Naked, she walked into the lake slowly, her body disappearing under the water. When she was immersed up to her neck, she turned back to him and smiled.

Blaviar felt self-conscious undressing in front of the princess. Almost always it was dark when he undressed in front of a woman. Now, in the bright sunlight, he had to undress, and walk toward her with his cock at full mast while she watched from the cold water. As she nodded at him, she disrobed from his many clothes, turning his back on her as he dropped his pants. When he turned back toward her, he was semi-hard, his manhood hanging to the left. She splashed around her, waving him inside.

The cool water did nothing to help his hard-on, but the knight continued into the water. As he neared Ann, she held her arms out and pulled him into a warm hug. His cock rubbed up against her warm stomach and he felt it beginning to grow again. She pulled him into a kiss and reached down for his cock as their tongue circled each other. Her warm tits pressed against him. He worked his hand up to her nipple and rubbed it between his two fingers as she jerked his cock slowly.

The knight kissed her ears, her neck and the top of her chest as they waded in the water, circling in the soft current. The silky water lapped between her legs, slapping up against wet pussy. She liked the way it felt. She pushed off of Blaviar so that he could slide his mouth down over her tits, sucking her nipple between her lips. She guided them to shallower water, only her covering them from their waist down now, and looked out across the hills as he worked his magic tongue over her breasts and nipples. She arched into him as he licked her, grinding herself against his hard cock, which pressed up against her stomach.

He ravaged her chest with his tongue, pulling her nipples deep into his mouth, one at a time, as he caressed them. His hands reached below her, lifting her up out of the water as her legs wrapped around him. She reached down between them, sliding his dick along her wet crease and then pushing it up into her as he pulled her ass close to him. Ann pulled him close with her legs as he drove his cock deep into her feeling it part of pussy, open her up as she covered his mouth with hers.

They fucked like this for a few minutes. Blaviar lifted her up and down on his long shaft as Ann, legs crossed behind him, pulled him in tight repeatedly. She moaned loudly in the quiet hills, her voice rebounding off the mountainous terrain. They were like a machine, working in harmony, sliding in and out together. At one point, Princess Ann, arched her back, holding onto his neck as he she rode his cock, screaming into the hills.

As she came around him, Blaviar fucked her harder, lifting her up and down, thrusting into her, feeling her hot juices around his cock. She bounced on him, screaming out as he planted himself fully inside of her each time. When she was finished, her body shook and then she dropped her feet to the ground as he continued to lift her up and down on him. She pushed him away, breathing hard, her nipples red and pointy.

Blaviar stared at her, his eyes taking in all of her. His cock was rock hard as she dropped to her knees in the water in front of him and swallowed it inside of her mouth. He thrust hard into her and she swallowed almost all of him before spitting him out. She licked is shaft while she looked up at him and then rose to her feet once more, turning around in front of him. Ann reached behind her for his cock and pressed it up against her as she bent forward.

The knight pressed himself deep inside of her as he grabbed her hips, pulling her close. His balls smacked against her ass each time he thrust into her. She moaned and screamed as he impaled her, pulling him on and off of his cock. He made long, deep, deliberate thrusts into her now. Her pussy swallowed him up, her muscles kneading his cock as it slid in and out of her. They stayed like this for a while, her moaning resonating throughout the hills.

Slowly, Ann lifted herself up, standing straight as Blaviar slid in and out of her. His hands reached around her, covering her tits, gently squeezing them. She arched her back into him, leaning her head back as he licked her neck, driving into her at the same time. They were wet from the water and their own sweat. He tugged at her nipples as he fucked her; she bounced down hard on his dick driving him into her.

“Tell me a story,” she said, she drove herself own again, his cock filling her up.

“Tell me a story.” He pulled at her nipple, she covered his hand with hers. “Tell me a story about a sad princess who could not have children. She felt his cock deep inside of her once more. She moaned. “Her royal husband was incapable and could give her everything in world… God!” she said, as he speared her once more.

“Everything, but a child. Everything, but a child.”

They were moving slower now as she spoke, but he was driving just as deep inside of her as she spoke quietly though her labored breathing. One of his hands slid down to her clit as she spoke, his fingers rubbing her just at the top of her pussy. She let out a loud moan as he rubbed her.

“Nothing could make her smile, even though outwardly the world thought she was happy.” Blaviar pressed deep into her again as she dropped her hips. “Then one day a kind knight came by. He worshipped her. Told her great tales.” Her hand slid down over the knight’s hand that rubbed her clit. She changed his pressure, pushing down on her clit with his fingers. “Yes! This knight,” she said. “As they became close, the princess decided that this knight could offer her more than freedom from her everyday life with his stories.” The cock pressed deep inside her again, she rubbed the hand on her clit even harder. “Yes, this kind knight could offer her the one thing the king could not offer her.” She sat down hard on Blaviar’s dick, shaking herself before rising once again.

Blaviar listened to her words, lost in his desire. He was buried so deep inside her each time she thrust down on him. His fingers worked her clit and he could tell her orgasm was starting to build. He longed to hear her scream again into the hills with wild abandoned. He drove into her deeper than ever before, rising up against her thrusts, feeling his balls smack against her thighs as they splashed off the water below them. Her melodious voice filled his head, feeding his desire.

“With just one thrust of his mighty sword, he could give the her the greatest gift in the world,” she said, bucking in front of him. She screamed out then, her orgasm taking control as she tried to hold it back. “Give me that one gift, Blaviar,” she cried. She slammed down on him, rising up and down faster than before as she felt him plunge deep into her. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed out.
Caught up in her orgasm, feeling the pressure mounting, listening to her words, Blaviar convinced himself that he alone could give her what she needed, the gift eh king could not afford her. She shuddered before him, her orgasm coming to an end as he drove himself deep inside of her, feeling his cock beginning to swell. He held her down on him, buried deep inside of her.

“That’s it,” she said, gasping for air. “That’s it. God! Hold me there, fill me up!”

Blaviar’s hands held her breasts, squeezing them as he felt himself about to break. It was not his words that were going to get him into trouble this time, he thought as he pressed himself deep inside of her. He screamed out loud as the damn broke and he shot his hot load deep inside of her. She moaned along with him, holding herself tight against him before he started to fuck her again.

Slow and deep he made his strokes as he unloaded inside of her. With each thrust, the princess could feel him release a little more of his seed fathoms deep in her pussy. She stayed close to him, mirroring is moves so as to not let his cock fall from her until he was done. As his orgasm came to a finish, his moan quieting, he slowly slid in and out of her.

“Thank you,” she whispered to anyone that could hear. She pulled herself forward, feeling his dick slid out from her. She turned and looked at him and smiled. “Thank you,” she repeated, in case he hadn’t heard.

Spent, Blaviar smiled back at her. There would most likely be consequences for what he had just done; what they had just done, but he knew he had done the right thing. They had written this story together, here, in the water, their naked bodies wrapped together. He had fulfilled his noble quest, making dreams come true, and as he looked into her eyes, he realized he had made her very happy.

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