His words were setting into her, and the attention he so readily met her rebellion with was also spreading the way it was intended. While all royal names were meant to be superior in all ways of ruling, it was not a rare fact people with power married into beauty. He was sure she'd hold her heritage higher than that, but the reality was her face, her body, was the result of vanity. Why shouldn't kings and queens pick lovely partners? And so her writhing and squirming to keep him out, to keep pleasure itself out, was enrapturing. Even good men might have wanted to hurt her then, the way she tried to escape his petting. It is unreasonable to push morals while looking so perfect in turmoil.<br/><br/>And when she cried it was even more drawing. He looked up at her face while his hand massage the chainmail, and his mouth was stuck to her beautiful breast. He could have done only this all night, if the show was as pretty. He was evil, rotten in special places where good men were polished, but he would have ventured it was a natural thing to all men to want her when she did not. Like a mermaid out of water, loosing breath to the sun, and fighting for her life as it drained. He pinched her bud a little harder with his teeth, but didn't break the skin, not this time. Even her hands stopped when he held them a little harder with one of his.<br/><br/>He moaned, triumphant, into her tit to quake it when she gave. Would she ever know how delicious her little losses were to him? His spoiling of her wax-clad secrets did not stop when she told him where her undoing was hidden. He looked up as he considered the value of what she said. The compartment did look a viable place. Aerill was not late to turn back down to her, the hand at her moistening slit ever generous. "Oh, princess. You're pitiful, did you know?" he said with all the mockery of that feigned sympathy. "So he did have at you after all, in your mother's bed? Why else would a father have his daughter's chastity above his love-nest?" he laughed darkly and leaned down to kiss her cheek with continued, toxic gentle. "At the very least he must have thought about it, railing your mom. His eyes would have wandered to the ceiling, and he would have signed your mother's womb while thinking 'yes, my beloved, full-bodied Ilona is untouched, waiting for me'. What a man he was." In that moment, Aerill could believe it himself. He never denied other men the badge of villains, too.<br/><br/>He let go of her hands and nodded to approve of her submission. It was an easy task to move away from their bed, and retrieve one of his swords from where they waited. A clear sound, he was a performer, after all, and then the sword was stuck at where the latch of her hidden key's door. This of course dislodge the little door to fall toward her, putting Ilona at peril. The second blade impaled the object before it could reach her, and he felt quite the hero for it, strutting back. Aerill smiled, bloated again with confidence as he picked the key up which had fallen beside her. He gasped as an arc fell, later than all the other things.<br/><br/>While he rolled the key in his hand, the other held a picture of the pretty princess up. A little younger, but still a woman, and sown into the picture was a lock of her hair. He waved the evidence at her. Either the king had indeed loved her more than most fathers, definitely more than her siblings, or Aerill had been right in his sordid musing. "Oh... this is splendid. It seems your father had impeccable taste." he placed the image over the breast he'd been bullying and then presented his cock to her.<br/><br/>It was a violent looking thing, darker than him, and a hulking size. Happy to meet you, your majesty, said its pulsing meat. The key trailed down her stomach to awaken things he'd put there with the wax touch. A very suggestive stab of the metal into its designated hole. Twist and then the magical metals fell open, like flowers for the sun. He pulled it out from under her and placed it lovingly by her head.<br/><br/>"Will you be kind to me, princess?" he asked as he parted her legs and let his hips be between them. He leaned down to kiss her carefully. "This is my first time, also." It was ridiculous, but he had chosen to mock her in this way now. She would not even be the first he'd had in a couple of hours. "I'll be true to my word, you've earned that. Now," he reached between them to peel off the wax from her obviously keen folds. He threw the set material away. "if you'll have me, I'll be happy to escort you through pleasure."<br/><br/>A kiss, from his head to her opening, and then some pressure, to let him explore her deeper. He was not holding her hands in anyway, to see how she'd take it.