Is it suddenly hot in here? Why did we stray back this way? I was doing so well! Her heart picked up its pace again. Damn. I should've known my hormones would only lie low for so long.Hayward raised his eyebrows slightly and then turned and looked up at the ceiling again.Don't do it. Not yet. Idiot. Oh, fuck it, let's do an experiment.He looked back at the princess and could see the way her cheeks had warmed slightly. "What happens if we drop the euphemisms for a bit?" he asked curiously. They were alone. There was no one to overhear their scandalous discussion. They didn't need to deny anything later. Except to themselves; there was some safety provided by euphemism.Hayward took a deep b

She squirmed a little underneath him, her breath catching in her throat as he worked at her nipple. Her back arched, enjoying the feeling as she bit down on her lower lip. Then when he slipped inside her pants, she couldn't help but moan. God, it felt good.Did I say that? Damnit! Her breathy moan grew a little louder. She wanted to protest, but she couldn't make her mind form words. "I... uh..." she tried desperately, but failed only managing. "Oh God..." in an anguish-filled groan.She picked up her hand, trying desperately to grab at him, but he wasn't close enough; and she wasn't coordinated enough, her mind fuzzy with pure bliss. She did at least wiggle enough to slide her pants down and off, kicking them away from her feet. As he continued, her eyes rolled back in her head, lashes fluttering, and she moaned a little

“I'm sorry my exploits have been much less entertaining stories. They're not really worth sharing.”She hadn’t had that many, and they weren’t particularly interesting. At 16 she had fallen in love with one guard a few years her elder. They had a secret love affair for months. Though no one ever addressed her about it, she felt fairly sure her father was aware, as one day he was mysteriously reassigned. There’d been one diplomat just passing through, the stable boy, one married nobleman, and one unmarried peasant. Then... the prince.“You’re a princess, and you’ve already had a more interesting life than any I’ve met. They tend to be rather... sheltered... back in Aasleagh.” He turned toward her, resting a hand on her inner thigh. “But maybe we’ll do something about your lack of entertaining stories while I’m here.” With that, he leaned in and kissed her deeply once again.He cer

Elissa was awoken what felt like moment later (but by the light streaming through the window she could tell it had clearly been hours) by sharp beating on her door. She jolted up, eyes open, tumbling off of him and shaking him.“It’s morning. You’re still here. And someone’s at the door!” She hissed, suddenly having her wits about her. She began scrambling for clothes, trying to wake herself.Hayward took a moment to process her sudden concern. Of course he was there! Where else would he be? Someone’s at the door. So? Tell them to come back later.“Be there in a minute!” She yelled, knowing her hair she had pinned up the night before was now a mess. She tried to fiddle with it and pulled her dressing gown around her tightly.“Hide...” she hissed behind her, taking a deep breath to steady herself before walking to the door. She glanced behind her to ma

The old man nodded. He didn’t like the plan, but he understood it. “Very well. Good luck. And try not to die.” Hayward chuckled. “I’m pretty good at that, I’d say.” He started rifling through his bags again until he found what he was after: inconspicuous weapons and armor. Hayward put on a shirt that looked like it was merely a little stiff but actually had thin metal plates concealed in the fabric. He then concealed a pair of bracers and knives under his sleeves. If he was very lucky, he wouldn’t need any of it. Satisfied, he headed for the stables. He wasn’t sure what to tell the princess. It would have to wait for now. He arrived shortly after she did, waving to her and whistling sharply for his horse. As it approached, he raised one arm with his forearm horizontal in front of his face. The horse settled down as it neared him, stopping a few feet in front rather than running right into him. “That’s a good boy,” Hayward said softly as he walked up and rubbed the horse’s nose. It di