The Princess and the King
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				Title: <strong>The Princess and the King</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>07-02-2006, 20:40:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; Princess Tiffany's carriage arrived at the castle gate soon after noon. Her escort of cavalry garded the carriage as the drawbridge was opened and safely brought inside. The Captain of the Cavalry unit told off one of the pages to go and fetch the Castellan to tell him that Princess Tiffany, daughter of this King's ally King Rorick, had arrived. The situation was grave and she needed protection.<br><br>&nbsp; "Alexander," her soft voice inquired from within the carriage. "Are we here then?" Her sleepy eyed face poked out from around the curtain and she looked around with bleery eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; "Yes Princess," her guard captain replied. "I've just sent a runner to fetch the Castellan so that we might inform the King of your arrival. Gie yourself a quick wash from your wate in there, that you might present yourself well. Your Father the King will be expecting you to put your best face forward and treat for him here while he fights the rebels."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-02-2006, 22:24:30</strong>
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				The Castellan hurried down to the courtyard where the carriage had arrived, sending squires and servants to help prepare quarters for one as Noble as their guest. And to inform the King of her arrival. He bows slightly as he arrives. "I am sorry that we seem so unprepared, we were not aware of your intended arrival. The King will wish to see you in his Private Meeting room when you are ready, M'lady."
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>08-02-2006, 22:02:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Thank you ever so much," said Tiffany as she stepped from the carriage. "You did not know because my Father the King sent me away as quickly as possible when it looked as though this uprising could possibly envelope the castle. I seek your master the King's protection until such time as my father returns or calls for me."<br><br>&nbsp; "Please see that my gards are well taken care of and I will just bring Alexander with me to guard my person. He will of course stay in the anteroom when I see the King."<br><br>&nbsp; Tiffany was a slight 5'4" and 110lbs., with long nut blonde hair that fell in waves down to the small of her back. Her high cheekbones and pert nose were sprinkled with a spray of freckles and her blue eyes shone brightly from her young face. Wide hips looked ideal for birthing and her chest was full and round with breasts that would be the envy of any woman and the desire of any man. <br><br>&nbsp; "It has been so long since I visited here as a child but it seems that little has changed," she said in her light high voice. "And how is the Queen his wife my lord Castellan?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-02-2006, 22:31:50</strong>
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				"Dead this past year, from bronchitis, i'm afraid. The King has stopped mourning, but until another takes her place i fear he thinks of her too often. Please, follow me this way." The Castellan replied, leading her into the keep, dispatching other servants to see to her needs and those of the guards. He led her down a hall, past some guards cloaked in royal blue that singled them out as the Kings Own. They had entered the Royal Families Wing, and more guards in similiar attire could be seen about. <br><br>Soon they came before large, oak doors, guarded by four guards. They allowed the Castellan to enter, but kept Tiffany and her Bodyguard outside momentarily, before the Castellan returned and bade them enter. The anteroom was well furnished and decorated, designed to impress all those who came to see the King in private, designed to further impress upon them his might - and the scenes of battle and victory that decorated the wall added to the splendor. A few doors branched off from this room, and the Castellan&nbsp; moved to the one on the right.<br><br>"King Dargoth will see you now, M'lady." He said, opening the door to the private meeting room.
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>09-02-2006, 22:05:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Oh no that's terrible!," she exclaimed. "I must offer the King my condolences, I remember his Lady wife being very kind and beautiful."<br><br>&nbsp; Tiffany had barely contained a smile at the news actually. Queen Lenora had in fact been quite beautiful but instead of being kind she had been quite shrewish in Tiffany's memory. Perhaps the old Queen had just not liked children but Tiffany could not feel bad for her death except that it may have cuased the King pain to lose his wife. She remembered thinking that King Dargath was quite manly and handsome. Her breath quickened as she followed the Castellan down the hall. Perhaps this was her chance! Could she capture the King's heart? Become a Queen herself? Married to a powerful virile man?<br><br>&nbsp; The young Princess observed everything as she walked down the tapestried hall. Her own father was not quite so powerful a man as this King but he was a masterful tactician and great thinker who had passed on much of his knowledge to his only child. Not having a son to teach his skills of statecraft to, King Zander had not allowed social morays to stop him from teaching manly skills of diplomacy to his intelligent and beautiful baby girl. She used every ounce of these skills to observe King Dargath's men. She needed to be sure that her childish memories were correct and that Dargath was as good a man as her impressionable&nbsp; mind had thought. Her father had always told Tiffany that a King's men were the best guage of the King himself.<br><br>&nbsp; Were they observant? Angry-looking? Kind of expression? Open? Shoddily dressed? Overly primped? All these things gave an indication as to the merit of a King.<br><br>&nbsp; "Alexander please stay here and await me," the Princess said, turning to her protector. "I will see the King alone. I'm sure it's safe."<br><br>&nbsp; Alexander seemed momentarily hesitant to let his only charge out of his sight, but then seemed to remember where he was and remembered that were the King intending her harm he was alone and surrounded and would have no way to protect her anyway. King Zander had always stressed tactical thinking among his men and not blind bravery. It would be best, considering their position, to allow the most freedom of diplomacy and the greatest appearance of trust.<br><br>&nbsp; "Yes Princess," he said as he went to stand against the wall. He turned and stood to attention in a comfortable stance Tiffany knew he could hold for hours at a time.<br><br>&nbsp; "Thank you Castellan," she said in her high soft voice. "I am coming."<br><br>&nbsp; She stepped through the door into what she hoped would be a new chapter of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the King</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2006, 23:01:13</strong>
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				The soldiers and guards around the Castle were dressed in a style that was both elegant, but also practical, hinting at their ability to fight. All wore matching attire, suggesting that they were highly disciplined, and blades were kept sharpened. Professional soldiers. Definately.<br><br>The King, a man still physically fit and perhaps in his 30's, was attired in simple attire for one of his stature. His clothes were loose fitting, and he stood on the other side of the room, milling over a parchment as she entered. He turned to look at her as she did. He noticed that she had grown into a rather attractive, young lady since the last time he had laid eyes on her - when she had been very young. Needless to say, he was suprised at how beautiful she had turned out.<br><br>The Meeting Room held a desk - where the King now stood - in one corner, and was dominated by what one would call a War Table. Inlaid in the table was a map of the country, and it was surrounded by several chairs. A small fire burned in the hearth, and another chair faced that of the desk. "Welcome - what brings you here, M'lady?"
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 00:50:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tiffany's face flushed a bit involuntarily as she saw him. He was just as handsome as she remembered. She felt herself quicken a bit and was sure that her nipples must be trying to poke holes through her dress. She tried to get her reactions under control before she stepped forward but didn't want to stand there too long as she waited so she stepped into the room towards the war table, fascinated by the map, much like one her father had in the castle at home.<br><br>&nbsp; The young Princess breathed deeply to calm herself, causing her firm breasts to expand in her dress, and walked forward with a confidence she did not feel.<br><br>&nbsp; "Greetings Majesty," she said as she approached and then curtsied deeply before him. Her bent form and dipping neckline displayed an ample amount of full firm breast to his gaze. She stayed there a moment longer than was normal, hoping he would take notice of her charms. "My father King Zander sends his greetings and a request. An insurrection has taken place in our lands, endangering the castle. He believes it to be at the urgings of and fomented by the Dalaranians. While the castle is in danger he wished to send me away to ensure my safety. He trusts you as an Ally of long standing and requests that you protect his only daughter the Princess Tiffany, me."<br><br>&nbsp; She straightened up breathing deeply again after her longwinded request.<br><br>&nbsp; Her deep blue eyes looked into his own. Her liquid depths semed to go on forever and her eyes almost seemed to take up her whole face.<br><br>&nbsp; "Say you'll protect me Majesty?" she clasped her delicate hands in front of herself.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 01:41:35</strong>
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				His eyes are drawn to her hard nipples that press against the fabric, then to the ample cleavage that is revleaed when she curtsies. His advisors had urged him to take another wife, or divert his attentions to various young maides ripe for the picking, for the mood he had been in after his wifes death had left him sour. He had been with a few of the maids, though that was more satisfy himself then anything. But here - this young, innocent girl before him - her nipples either hard from his presence or the cool air - here was something that would be a good match. IT would provide a unification of two kingdoms, and a chance to acquire an heir. "Princess...I hardly recognised you. The last time i saw you, you were but a wee babe. You have grown - a lot - since then. What does your father offer in return for my protecting you while you are here? If i know anything about the old fool, he knows that something more troubling is bound to find its way here."
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 19:26:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; Tiffany's face blushes prettily at his compliment. Her chest involuntarily heaves a bit again.<br><br>&nbsp; "Thank you Majesty," she said in an almost whisper. "I hope I have grown in ways that please you."<br><br>&nbsp; He'd noticed! She was sure of it. Her heart raced and her thoughts went in a thousand different directions as she tried to find meaning in his words. Using utmost control she stood straight and held herself with shoulders back, head up and eyes forward. This caused her chest to push forward against the straining fabric of her dress and she looked into his eyes as she clasped her hands in front of her.<br><br>&nbsp; "My father believes that the uprisings in our lands are only the beginnings of a major campaign in the region. He believes we may all be pulled into the conflict soon enough but he hopes to crush this uprising so throughroughly that it wrecks a good bit of their ability to cause havoc. He sent me with instructions regarding what he was willing to offer for my protection though he hoped that you would offer it out of an honor to your long time alliance and trade agreements."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 22:42:11</strong>
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				He couldnt help but let his eyes wander down to her breasts, the nipples showing through the taught fabric. Perhaps she was to be his payment. And she had grown in ways that would please any man, he thought, if she hadnt been with a man yet. "I'll offer you protection, but i am intrigued as to what he has to offer. Please - take a seat." He said, motioning for her to sit at the more cushioned chair that sat opposite his desk. He moved over to his chair and sat down. "Forgive my inhospitality - would you like drink? food?"
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 05:17:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Oh thank you," she said, her face opening in a brilliant smile at his indication of manners. She delicately pulled up her dress a bit to protect it from snags as she sat down. "I would love a glass of wine and perhaps something light to eat."<br><br>&nbsp; "As to what my father is willing to offer for my safety, he told me that you have been groaning under the weight of the import duties we place on your wool merchants. He told me that one of the things he was willing to consider was the lowering of that duty."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 15:43:24</strong>
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				A trade propistion? Typical. The nods his head. Relaxing the import duties on wool would definately make his merchants more eager to trade with his ally. "Sounds like a deal. Did your father offer anything else?" He says, sliding open a drawer and pulling out a bottle of Red Wine and two glasses, filling them up and offering the first to her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>14-02-2006, 04:23:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Thank you," she said demurley grasping the delicate neck of the wineglass. She took a sniff of the wine and then a small&nbsp; taster's sip to test the flavor. "Mmmmm. Very nice, full bodied." <br><br>&nbsp; She licked her luscious lips with a sensuous slowness that looked somewhat unconscious.<br><br>&nbsp; "What else were you thinking of?," she asked with an impish edge of a smirk on her face. "Is there something specific you're looking for?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 23:54:16</strong>
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				He could imagine what she was hinting at, but wasnt going to say it outright for fear of being wrong. "Perhaps something to strengthen the alliance between our two Kingdoms. I'm sure you can think of something..." He said, leaning his back against his chair.
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 20:55:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; The self possessed young princess pursed her lips in thought. Was he actually suggesting what she thought he was? Could he really desire her? It would be better than she possibly imagined! Her nipples unconsciously stiffened into supper hard points under her dress, becoming even more obvious than they had been before. The King could see her face and chest become slightly flushed with blood.<br><br>&nbsp; This young girl was very good and practiced at her diplomatic skills considering her age but she was, after all, only just come to the age of majority. The King was slightly almost 20 years more experienced than she and could see that she was indeed cracking a little in her calm veneer.<br><br>&nbsp; "If his Majesty is speaking of marriage to cement the alliance even further my Father the King might be willing to discuss it. He does have only one daughter, and no sons. Does his Majesty have a son of which I have not heard?"<br><br>&nbsp; He could hear the quaver in her voice.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 22:58:08</strong>
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				As she spoke, the King stood and moved around to stand behind her, under the pretense of examing a portrait of himself. He half listened to what she said, noticing the different variance in her voice. He concealed his smile. His advisors did suggest it, after all. But he was 20 years her senior, and such a thing might be frowned upon. Though the idea of such young, pure flesh sounded more pleasing then a local chamber maid who might be fortuneate to share his bed one night.<br><br>"No, no sons." A pause. "Do you think i look good?" He said, a two bladed question as he was referring to the picture she could not see from her position. Though what else he might imply was beyond obvious.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>21-02-2006, 02:05:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Of course I do your Majesty," she coughed delicately, caught off-guard by the question. "You are very hansome as any woman would say if you asked her."<br><br>&nbsp; She stood and turned towards the King himself. Princess Tiffany stood majestically in front of him taking a deep breath, which filled out her chest nicely. Then she slowly swayed across the floor to stand directly in fron of Dargoth. He was so much talle than she that he had to look downward to see her face, which led his eye to her flush and full chest with strained at dress that contained her womanly charms. <br><br>&nbsp; Tiffany's eyes were demurely downcast as she looked up through her lids to his face. She gaspd lightly at the question she was about to ask of him.<br><br>&nbsp; "Do..," she began, the first bit of true uncertainty he'd seen in her. "Do you think I look good Majesty?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2006, 02:59:22</strong>
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				He turned his full attention back to her, making no show at hiding his eyes as they wandered down to the soft cleavage that was revealed. In a move he wasnt certain that even he would make, he placed his hands on her hip and pulled her gently to him. "I think you are very attractive, my dear, very attractive." He was foruneate to have an ally with so beautiful a daughter - if he had a son in a position to marry her he would, no doubt, but that not being the case, he was more then eager to have a little fun with her for the time being. They could talk politics later.
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>21-02-2006, 22:00:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Ohh!," Princess Tiffany gasped as he grasped her hip and pulled her into him. Her hands automatically came up to his chest. She could feel his strong muscles underneath the clothes as he held her there. His power intoxicated her. This man who had inhabited her dreams since she was a child now held her in his strong arms.<br><br>&nbsp; Her wide eyes looked up into his and she bit her lip with a nervous almost worried look on her face.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-02-2006, 22:55:53</strong>
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				He removed one hand to push back a stray strand of her hair. "What do you desire?" He asked her, though what he was getting at was unclear -even to him. With his hands on her waist, he could feel how lithe and small she was compared to him, and how fit her youthful body felt. He could imagine that she was also fun in bed - should he manage to get her there. 
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>22-02-2006, 23:27:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; Tiffany desperatley wanted to lean her face into his hand as he pushed back a strand of her hair. She ached to be closer to this man even as his strong hands encircled her waist.<br><br>&nbsp; "My desire's do not matter your Majesty," she answered breathily. "I only wish to serve my people as best I may. To do that I must seek protection from those stronger than I. Will you be that protector while I must be away from my father? I will pay what price YOU desire Majesty. I must live to serve my people."<br><br>&nbsp; Her fearful eyes look up into his as she makes her final gambit. She is much to young and embarassed to be so blunt as to lay out her own desire's plain as day. He must see what she wants and want it too. She pleaded silently to the gods that he would hear her unsaid words.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-02-2006, 23:27:51</strong>
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				He words clearly suggested at what she was too afraid to admit, and he did feel a stirring in his loins as he thought about the prospect of bedding her. One so young and untouched - it was almost ashame that he might be the one to break her in, but he was sure he would enjoy every minute. It had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy the body of one so young and beautiful. He traced his hand down the side of her face, then neck, and the edges of her breasts - not touching them, but brushing along the outside, as his hand returned to her hips.<br><br>"I think you know what i desire...you."
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 01:05:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; She felt every little brush of his fingers, as they traced their way down her body, as if they were a fiery brand. Her mouth pened slightly in a gasp, her lips forming an 'o' of surprise, eyes widened a bit. Her chest expanded as she breathed in, her breasts again straining at the cloth containing them. Then he said the magical words she had both feared and wished for.<br><br>&nbsp; Tiffany's eyes fluttered a moment as she almost feinted away. Her knees buckled and she fell forward into the King before recovering herself. Her pretty face turned up towards his with the edge of tears glistening in her eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; "Truly Majesty?," she breathed in a whisper. "You desire ME? Please tell me again that I might know it for true. I fear that my ears hear that which I wish them to tell me. Say I heard you rightly, that you desire me?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 23:23:02</strong>
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				"Your ears do not decieve you, young one." His hands trailed up her sides, teasing the outter edges of her young breasts. "My bedchamber lays in the next room if you are more comfortable there." He kisses her on the forehead, not wanting to rush her into a kiss quite yet. "Do you desire me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>25-02-2006, 00:31:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Oh majesty," she said in a breathy moan, her face blushing furiously at his metion of the bedchamber. "I have wanted you for my own since I was a little girl visiting your Kingdom. So handsome and strong."<br><br>&nbsp; She gasped again and shivered as she felt his fingers trace the edges of her breasts. If anything her nipples stood out even further, aching to be touched. Princess Tiffany laid her cheek against his chest nuzzling into him.<br><br>&nbsp; "My father will accept this marriage if I tell him I want it. He respects you and I know he would not be unhappy to have you be the father of his grandchildren to inherit his lands."<br><br>&nbsp; As he kisses her forehead she leans her face up to let his next kiss land on her soft lush lips.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-02-2006, 21:27:49</strong>
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				He smiles at her words and holds her closer. They can talk of marriage later. He pressed his lips against hers as she offered them to him, and let oe hand stray to the small of her back, pressing her small body against his large one. "To my bedchamber...?" He asked, breaking the kiss.
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 19:11:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; Tiffany was swooning. His hard lips mashed to her soft ones. The bristly beard tickling her chin. Then he pressed her to him by placing a hand on the small of her back. She could feel her trim belly pressed against his hips, she thought she felt a stiffness there but couldn't be sure.<br><br>&nbsp; "Oh Majesty," she sighed. "There is nothing I want more... But I must go to the marriage arch with my virginity intact. Is there aught I can do for you without giving up that? I would do ANYTHING else for you my love. Teach me how to love you."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 20:37:45</strong>
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				He smiled as she spoke. "Undress." He said simply. "There are many things that can be done with out taking your virginity. I am glad that one such of you still holds true to that." He also began to unbutton his pants, the hardness that she had felt pressed against her belly being revealed to be his cock, though still entrapped by his undergarments. 
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				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 22:10:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; Tiffany reached behind herself, attempting to untie the stays holding her bodice closed. But such clothing is not meant to be removed by the wearer. Soon she was distracted from her task anyway as she saw the rigid length of his manhood straining at the cloth he wore.<br><br>&nbsp; Her mouth dropped open and she stared at it. A look of wonder and fear passed over her face as she realized what was about to happen. She would soon be seeing the very first phallus of her young life, and it would be that of the man whom she'd dreamed for many years. Her heart felt to burst and her ears throbbed like a drum at her heartbeat. Her vision grew hazy as she continued to stare.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 22:30:24</strong>
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				He smiles at her as he catches her staring at his hard, rigid cock as it straings against the cloth. He sees she is having trouble undoing her bodice, so placing hands on her hips, he spun her around - his first chance to take in her round ass. His hands quickly unclasp what she was not able to do, and he slowly removies it, revealing the soft skin of her back as he leans in to suckle on her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the King</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 23:27:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Tiffany gasps as he spins her around then moans low as he suckles at her neck. Her arms are unsure of what to so they raise and lower hesitantly a couple times as she tries to decide whether to let them drop or reach back.<br><br>&nbsp; She leans her head back and closes her eyes as his warm mouth sends shivers down her spine. She feels a moistening between her legs that she is familiar with but still unsure of how to react to. Since she'd grown her breasts and begun to get her fur down there she had also had times where she would get wet and tingly. She had discovered that she got VERY wet down there and had soiled many many sets of undergarments with her juices.<br><br>&nbsp; Her face grew red as it had always embarassed her when this happened to her. She was now doubly unsure, because he didn't know how he would react to her wetness.<br><br>&nbsp; The King could smell the arousal of the young woman he was with. Her scent emanated from under the dress in a strong wave.<br><br>&nbsp; "Oh My Lord," she gasped. "We must be fast this first time. My Alexander will get suspicious elsewise. he is very protective of me. But you must find a way for me to come visit you at night in secret. Please say you will"<br><br>&nbsp; She turned in his grasp to look up into his face the tops of her breasts now fully exposed and the dark edges of her aereola hinted at the edges of her dress top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the King</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 23:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will find a way - dont you worry." He said, his eyes trailing down to her breasts that were finally revealed. Her marveled in their shape and succulance, and leant forward, grasping them in hand as he flicked his tongue over her nipples, gently caressing her other breast with a caring hand. If he hadnt been fully hard, he was as hard as he could be now, his large cock pressing out from his aged, but still muscled body. He pushed her clothes to the floor with his free hand, letting it slide along her inner thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the King</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faolan</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 01:18:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Tiffany yelped in shock as his mouth came down around her nipple. She'd never felt anything like it before and it sent a wave through her entire body. Her quivering moan was muffled as she clapped her hand over her mouth, her face suffused with blood in embarassment. But then she put both her arms over his head to hold him there to suckle her more.<br><br>&nbsp; "Ooohhhh, &lt;squeak&gt;" she moaned in pleasure and then squeaked in shock as he pushed her dress all the way to the floor. She was now completely naked before him. Her creamy smooth skin exposed to his lusty gaze. The full pendulous breasts stood out from her chest with the firmness that comes only with young girls and the fullness that only comes with a rare woman of exceptional endowment.<br><br>&nbsp; Then she felt it. A hot, hard, soft thing rubbed agaist her thigh. Her hand hesitantly lowered towards it.<br><br>&nbsp; "May.., &lt;gasp, swallow&gt;," she began. "May I touch it?"
			</dd>
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