Author's Notes:
Today for you all a story of the young swordsmen Lark Zephyerwild as he escorts the hunted Princess Cordellia from danger after her father's kingdom has fallen. Running from perils, the pair have grown close in their travels, and now rest in the brief moment of respite they have in their flight.
All characters within are 18+ years of age.
The Princess' First Sword
The cool breeze saw every muscle in Lark Zephyerwild's body melt into the grassy hill that he lay on. Days of running for their lives made him sore and ache in every way possible. This first respite that he and Princess Cordelia encountered, in their flight from the badlands, was a gift from the gods. The relief of unclasping his sword belt from his waist, before he found himself sprawled over the hill was magnificent, like the release of a weighty burden.
Lark, of course, kept his blade in arms reach, just as he did the hunted princess he escorted across the northern plains. Opening one eye on occasion, he would spot her picking flowers just a stone's throw away from him, humming some royal tune she grew up singing in a high tower.
It was hard to believe looking at her, but this was one of the most loathed people in the Southern Marches. Her princess-like innocence and beauty were spoiled by the reputation of her father, whom so many hated. Her face never betrayed anything evil, more often than not, there was a smile perched upon her soft cheeks. Certainly, her current predicament, and need to escape murderous rivals that hunted her had more to do with how little she could help being born into a royal household doomed to fall.
Whether Cordelia realized it all or not, was a testament to how sheltered she had been. Lark had lost his patience with her from time to time, but after each, her rosy cheeks and teary, swollen eyes racked him with guilt, and he would always give her a pat on the head to reassure her it would be fine.
After all, she was, all of a sudden, alone in this world. No matter how cruel her father may have been, and murderous her family was, she had lost all she knew. It was clear to Lark she had not been exposed to any of it. Her life was one of a blissful unawareness.
It had been six days since they left Eldermoor, the former city of her father. In those six days, Lark had slayed usurpers bent on capturing her, battled assassins trying to kill her, and dispatched brigands keen to Ra*e her. The sweat on his brow was a testament to the exhaustion of keeping up with it. Of all of his quests, this one took the crown of most strenuous. But something about her energy kept him going, a peppiness that saw her humming tunes and picking flowers in the field of her escape from her family's destruction.
Lark got the sense that she had hardly been out of Eldermoor before. Her innocent and sheltered senses were getting some adventure from this trek to the north. Each mountain range, dark forest, and ancient ruin they crossed paths with, came with a flurry of questions from the princess. Unending was her chatter, but the roguish swordsman had started to get used to it.
The steely exterior of an errant swordsman had started to melt away as he grew fond of the princess. Her cheerfulness was intoxicating. Cordelia had pestered him for days with details about himself. Where he was from, where he had been, what he had done. Lark tried to dissuade her, with mention of a low-birth in a shit village leagues away in a forsaken land. Yet, the princess wanted to hear every detail, and even brought questions that left Lark stumped. He hadn't thought of home that much in a long time.
Through their interactions, they both grew close. It was hard to be strangers off the beaten path in a race for their lives, and her personality certainly leaned into it.
It, of course, helped that Princess Cordelia was also very beautiful. Lark tried not to look, but it was becoming harder and harder to not notice.
While she was a woman grown, she was much shorter than the towering Lark. Her petite frame was in danger of being blown away by a stiff breeze, and in some perils, it was easier for Lark to carry her on his shoulders as to usher her through the wilds.
Even though their travels went through some harsh conditions, Cordelia looked strangely put together. Her hair was always well done, her dress that she had worn the night of her escape was only slightly torn, and Lark gave her a spare green coat of his that she wore happily, the fabric enveloping her.
"Don't go too far, Princess," he called to her, one eye open as he lay in the grass.
Cordelia squeaked and looked around, nervous she was out of line, as she took several steps closer to her protector. After a silent moment, she resumed her flower picking and humming, content she was being watched over. Lark closed his eyes and bathed in the tune of her lips, his mind enveloped with her unintentionally.
Before long, she walked to his side, her sweet scent catching his nose before he saw her.
Standing above, she clenched a handful of flowers, their yellow petals contrasting her brown hair flowing in two tails behind her.
"Lark, I picked these for you." She sheepishly held them towards him.
"Oh?" He looked up, but instead of noticing the flowers, he saw her bare, white legs beneath her dress.
It was odd, they had paid a passing caravan for a pair of leathers she wore around her legs for warmth. The typically finely dressed maiden was excited to be in the costume of an adventurer. He wondered why she was not wearing them now.
His hand soon reached up and took the stems in hand. Her hand jetted away and clasped with its counterpart over the large bow that was tied at her chest. Lark suspected she wore it to hide her flat bosom.
"Lark... I haven't... I haven't..." the princess stuttered.
Lark sat up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at the princess. Rarely did she get flustered, her royal education always found her well-spoken. But right now, in the few days of knowledge about her he had accumulated, he could tell she was nervous for reasons unknown.
In the glint of the afternoon sun, he could hardly make out that her cheeks were red, the small lady struggling for words.
"What's on your mind, Princess?" He spoke softly to her, knowing that helped to get her to loosen up. He had to hide his usual gruff demeanor, having learned that it made her less than likely to speak.
"Eee...." she squeaked again.
Lark couldn't help but see a cute naivety to it. "Princess?"
Cordelia swallowed hard, fussing with the hem of her blue dress as it flowed through the wind. "Lark... I haven't thanked you properly," she said, in a very official-sounding tone. It was her default when she was nervous.
"Thanked me?"
"For... for rescuing me, keeping me safe." She cleared her throat and fiddled with her fingers nervously.
"Oh is that it?" He laid back down.
"What do you mean, is that it?!" Her tone turned more excited.
"I don't know, I don't understand why you are thanking me." He closed his eyes once more, only peeking at her bare legs when he thought he could get away with it.
"Because! I'm... I'm grateful you did!"
"Mmmm..." Lark openly pondered. "Well, it's not like I'm some knightly hero, Princess. It's only for the coin your family in the north is paying." He opened an eye to look up at her. Used to being so cold with those around him, Lark regretted dishing such a response out to the princess.
Instead of being offended or off-put, Lark was taken aback by a warm smile looking down on him, and big blue eyes welcoming him.
"Nuh-uh." Cordelia laughed, and shook her head. "I know that's not true."
"Oh you do, huh?"
"Yes... I know you."
"It's only been six days on the road." Lark looked up at her skeptically. "You shouldn't trust too easily."
"See."
"See what?!" Lark was frustrated he was missing the princess' point.
"You always tell me these things, things I should or shouldn't do to stay safe. No one is paying you to do that."
Lark closed his eyes; sometimes, there was no arguing with her. The princess was as smart as she was cute.
"Plus, the ones hunting me were offering far more coin than my family in the north. So... gotcha."
Lark closed his eyes and smiled, taking a deep breath. "Fine, you're right, you got me. I did it out of the goodness in my heart."
"I know..." she said, matter of factly.
A few silent moments passed as he lay with his eyes closed, the princess' rustling above him hardly made him stir. Soon, he felt a warmth next to him in the grass, close enough to radiate off of his skin.
When he opened his eyes, he would meet her big blue orbs a breath away. But more noticeably she was nude, lying on her side to his left and looking as flustered as he had ever seen.
"Princess?!" He flinched, eyes darting along her body so fast, he hardly could take in any details. But then his senses kicked in, and he politely looked away to the sky.
"Princess... what are you doing?"
"Thanking you."
"You already did! Why are you naked!"
"Lark..."
She had a sweetness to her tone, her body got closer to his, daring to press against his side. He felt her swing one of her legs over his as she nestled into his side there on the grassy hill. She cooed as she snuggled against his strong form, her warmth inviting and scent like fire in his nostrils.
"At home... a woman told me once that ladies thank their men by laying with them. And she said they do it naked."
Lark was too stunned to speak, still looking away.
"I really really am thankful, and I know that laying here I may get pregnant, but I really like you Lark, and I want to thank you by laying here with you."
"Pregnant?!?" Lark scooted back. It was all a bit much, what elixir or snake oil was this girl on?
"Yes... I took that risk laying here, and it is done."
"Done?" He still did everything not to look.
"I lay with you, naked, so now I will fall pregnant." She stammered some, the words hard to get out for her.
It was all making more sense now. Lark dared to look her in the eyes and saw she was deadly serious.
There was no way she could be this innocent....
"Did you like it?"
Her cooing voice shivered as her petite body squirmed. This was the first time Lark dared to look her over. Her bright and soft complexion carried all the way down her body. From her nearly flat chest crowned by ghost nipples, to her slender waist flowing into a pair of long, skinny legs that framed a patch of brown hair above her mound. She was as sexy as she was charming. Lark blushed as much as she did.
"Lark?" She meeped, as he lay silent next to her. She scooted in again, not letting him be too far away.
"Princess..."
"Did you not like it?" She began the tear up.
"Princess... it's not that I liked it or not, it's just... that's not how it works."
"Huh?" She turned redder.
"You can't get pregnant just by lying next to me." He looked up again, catching himself leering at her magnificent body.
"I... but then, how do I?" She got closer, nearly on top of him, her smaller body in the nook of his, as she intertwined their legs.
"Whoa... Princess... why do you want to get pregnant... and by me?" He held his hands up like he was consciously trying to not touch her. "You are supposed to be an innocent maiden, where did you get these ideas?" He couldn't help but look at her eyes. They were beautiful bright stars.
"Girls talk at the castle..."
"And what do they say?"
"Just that... men like to get girls pregnant, they enjoy it. So I figured, out of thanks, I thought you would, too..." Her eyes shifted around embarrassed.
Lark laughed.
"Why are you laughing at me!" She slapped him on the chest.
"You just have it so warped, Princess."
She puffed out her cheeks in frustration. "Oh yeah? Well then what then! Am I just a big dummy?"
"Mmmmm, not quite, you are almost there."
A cute growl accompanied a fierce look. Though it was only as fierce as a kitten. Her leg squeezed between his, rubbed in such a way to make his manhood stir.
"Tell me then!"
"Princess... I feel ashamed, I'm not worthy of this." He motioned to her nude body, catching himself staring at her breasts.
"I decide that." Her official and royal tone came out.
"Oh?... well, I don't know how to argue that." It was her body, after all, her life. Lark had felt bad with how sheltered she had been her whole life and into adulthood as it was. Who was he to hold her back?
"Correct, now tell me... what is it men like, if not to get a girl pregnant." She scooted her body up further, so their eyes were on level.
A stiff and cold breeze whipped around them at this time. It caught the princess off guard as she shivered.
"You're cold." Lark put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her into him, the girl cuddling close for warmth with little hesitation. "Gods... what have I done to deserve this."
"Huh?" Cordelia looked offended.
"You realized you could have any man, anywhere. You are giving me something coveted by many."
"It's mine to give... and you have given me so much... not only my life, but in a way, my freedom."
Lark accepted it, seeing where Cordelia came from at that moment.
"Now tell." She pushed the point.
A deep sigh from Lark accompanied his hand wiping over his face. He wondered how far this would go. "It's not getting girls pregnant that men like, per se, but the act of it." He looked her straight in the eye.
"The... act?"
"Sex."
Cordelia looked to be taking mental notes, just like on their adventure. Her mind was smoking and her face red at the word.
"Sex... what is that."
"It's when a man and a woman come together and... uh... do it."
"Do what."
"Gods... what did they teach you in that castle!"
She hit him again, frustration in her brow. The desire to know was palatable.
Lark felt bad for a moment. It was clear Cordelia wasn't taught anything. They expected some noble prick to simply crawl on top of her and teach her the hard way when it came time.
"You... have a vagina, right?"
Cordelia furrowed her brows and nodded. "Right." She lifted her leg to the blue sky, a glistening moisture was across her hair and lips as they both looked down at it.
Lark bit his tongue, as he realized just how fucked this situation was, but he couldn't look away from her beautiful folds.
"Lark?" Cordelia nudged him, red blush all over her face as she stared at her womanhood.
"Uh... um..." Lark coughed, hardly able to hold it together at the sight of it. "Well... sex is when a man... uh."
"Lark..." her official princess oration tone came out.
He looked her in the eyes, a woman with a serious expression.
"I can handle it... just tell me." The sweet and innocent facade faded some, a curious woman in her place.
She was a woman who could make her own choices now, free of her father's castle walls. There she lay in the field, nude, holding her slender leg up high, letting a low-born swordsman inspect her pussy as he taught her about sex.
If this was anything, it certainly was a choice.
Lark cleared his throat and took a breath. "Well... a man, when a woman wants him, puts his penis insi--"
"A consummation?!?" Cordelia seemed shocked.
Maybe she wasn't totally unaware after all.
"Consummation?"
"What a husband and wife do on the night of their wedding! A man inserts himself and consummates their marriage." She put her leg down, the sheepish girl returning.
Lark exhaled, a small chuckle leaving him. "That's... that's sex."
"It's the same thing?!" It's like the veil was pulled from her eyes.
"One in the same."
Cordelia looked contemplative, as Lark looked away again. Having learned that she knew the context, he wondered if this little adventure was over.
"But... if laying with, sex, and consummation are all the same... how is it they consummate their marriage on the night of their wedding? How is it they all aren't pregnant beforehand? How do they do all this so casually?"
"Sex is complicated." Lark shrugged his shoulders, and laughed.
Cordelia lay silently next to him, soft breaths of anticipation of his explanation. It was just as if he was explaining the animals and beasts they saw along their travels, only with a lot more blushing.
"People have sex for pleasure because it feels good. People lie about being virgins before they are wed. Some people don't care whether they marry a virgin or not. Some women drink an elixir to have sex without risk of falling pregnant, some men pull out before laying their seed in a woman. Some women do, indeed, get pregnant before they are wed and are shamed for it. Some do it for love, some do it for duty, others just for pleasure. It's all very... complicated."
The princess joined Lark in looking at the sky, nestling her head next to his.
"Wow." Cordelia stared off into the sky before settling back down on Lark. Her eyes traveled over the man, still wearing his tunic and leathers as he lay next to her.
"So now that you know the truth of it." Lark made to look away from the nude princess.
"I guess I am doing it because I am thankful." She rubbed her face in the nook of his neck. Her soft breathing wafted around him.
"That's not a normal reason."
"Whose to say that." She glared at him.
"Me."
"Oh, so you don't want to."
"I didn't say that."
"So you do."
"It's hard to not want to with a beauty like you."
"Okay, then, I want to do it, too, for my own reasons. Stop making excuses."
"It will hurt."
"Stop trying to dissuade me. I know it will hurt."
"Oh, you know that, but didn't know what sex was?"
Cordelia slapped him on the chest for a third time.
"Ow."
"I knew what sex was! I just... didn't know what sex was." She looked off to the side in a defensive pout.
"Princess... a woman gives her first time away for a reason. Love, usually, something meaningful."
Cordelia stared at him, not dissuaded from the course of this endeavor. "Lark..." she had a serious tone, though from such a cute girl it was hard to be intimidated.
Lark resolved that there was no convincing her, otherwise. It was a rare time in life that giving in to his inhibitions was the right answer. After all, the small princess lying next to him was sexy beyond belief.
With a hand, he began to untie his trousers. A gulp heard from the prince' throat as she looked down keenly. She soon sat up to be nearer to it, wanting to be the first to see his manhood rise from his leathers.
"Have you ever even seen a cock before?" He reached in, ready to pull it out.
"Yes, from a distance, in some crowd of rabble in the streets of my father's city."
Sounded like a hell of an anatomy education to Lark.
"So never this close."
"No." She eagerly leaned forward.
Lark produced it slowly, not wanting to startle the princess too much at its sight. He was a decent size, his veins bulging as it stood feverishly erect. He had been holding back so much since he looked over Cordelia's body the first time. A lesser man would have lost all control and taken her like an animal. He reflected on how lucky she was to have him around.
Cordelia sat in awe. His length, fierceness, and girth were enthralling. She got a bit closer, looking over his shaft as he held it upright. Her breath began to tickle its skin, a twitch of his rod startling her, as she scooted down to get a closer look.
"You can touch it." Lark's breathing was erratic now.
The princess didn't need to be asked twice. She traded places with Lark's hand and grasped it around the stem. Up and down she felt, pre-cum beading at his tip as she toyed with him.
Her previously innocent eyes had a glimmer of sluttiness in them, as she eagerly felt his length. She didn't seem as embarrassed to be naked right then, sharing the experience with Lark as she played with a cock that was intimidating in juxtaposition to her size.
Lark got curious, too, as she was preoccupied with running her soft hand from head to root, the lucky swordsman took his chance to pinch her light-pink nipples atwix his index and thumb. Cordelia yelped at the sudden pressure, the red and innocence returning to her face, as she adjudicated the feeling in her mind. After a moment, she silently decided that it was only fair since she was playing with him.
The pair continued on like this, Cordelia curiously enjoying the feeling of his cock, joining both hands in the motion, and Lark groping at her flat chest, teasing her ghost nipples as they became more erect with her arousal.
"Lark... is this normal?" Cordelia wondered if the pair's curious touching was how sex started.
Lark laughed, sitting up and kissing her shoulder as she hummed her approval. "Yes..." His lips smacked along her neck until he teased her flesh with his teeth.
She took a long, drawn breath at the feeling, her hand gripping his cock incredibly tightly in response.
"Ow, gentle there girly."
"Sorry." She released but nuzzled her head to Lark's, in hopes that he would continue to adorn her with affection.
The suave swordsman did one better, turning her chin to face him, and stealing her lips for a long, passionate kiss.
Cordelia embraced it, eyes closed, as they fell back to the ground together, intertwining themselves as their lips danced and their vocal cords hummed.
"It's called foreplay." Lark relented after a long moment of kissing.
"Foreplay... sounds appropriate." Cordelia giggled, her hand reaching back down for his cock and stroking it.
In turn, Lark's hand ventured south, finding the space between her thighs and teasing the outer edges of her labia. Cordelia's eyes grew wide at the feeling. His finger slowly parted her lips and rubbed along her hood, as they held each other.
"Oh trust me, it's very inappropriate, but fun," Lark jested, to the amusement of the princess.
"It is, what else does a pair do?"
"Depends on how curious and naughty you want to get," Lark propositioned, as the very tip of his middle finger dared to crest the horizon of her hole.
Another deep breath for Cordelia, as a nervous expression crossed her face.
"Don't worry Princess, we'll get to that in time."
"Show me more," she dared him, her hand gripping his girth and molesting his cock 'til the tapered edge of it.
"As you wish. I have something that might strike your fancy."
"Oh?"
"Flip around."
"Huh?"
Lark pushed up on her shoulder to guide her in flipping over longways. The slender girl moved so her face was opposite his cock and her hips were opposite his face.
"Whaa? Ahhh!" Lark took full advantage, holding her upper leg straight up as he dove in to kiss her sex as passionately as he had done her lips. Cordelia froze in ecstasy as he did, feeling his tongue lap her juices and run along her bits. It was a first for her, something she was overwhelmed by. She held onto his cock, as if it were to stop her from falling deeper into pleasure, but soon a pointed thrust of Lark's hips to bring his tip to her cheek hinted at her role in this.
Though they twitched with the zings of pleasure emanating from his work down below, her eyes opened to look at his cock ever nearer to her face. She stared at the mushroom-like head of it, its small eye staring back at her. Another push of his hips brought the tip to boop her nose, and at the same time, Lark came up for air.
"Don't be afraid to be curious, Princess." His tip ran along her cheek. Cordelia hardly knew what to do with it, other than let it molest her face. But as she grabbed control of the girthy member once more, she inspected it closely, following every vein and curve with her eyes. Lark pointedly made long licks of her slit as he looked up at her.
Cordelia took a hint, and mimicked such a motion down his length. Her timid tongue tasting the salty surface of his rod, as she innocently looked on at it. Lark dove back in at this time, lapping up her maidenhood with energy, prompting Cordelia to do the same.
Another thrust forward of his hips hinted that was not all her role entailed, and the princess was starting to get the picture. Trusting her faithful swordsmen, and with the desire to thank him for all he had done, she took the plunge. Or rather, she allowed his cock to take the plunge into her mouth.
Lark was kind not to thrust any further, his goal of encouraging her to expand her horizons completed. Cordelia owned how far she went with it, and she very timidly only took what felt comfortable in her mouth. Swishing it around, she felt around his head and upper length with her tongue and lips. Her sweet mouth felt heavenly, even if she did not engulf much.
Her eyes were squinted shut, the feeling of a man's cock in her mouth new and nerve-wracking to her. Lark put extra effort into his mouth on her lips to reward her; small whimpers echoing around his cock as they played with each other. He wanted so badly to thrust himself down her throat, the temptation of that feeling strong. But he cared for this girl too much to do that; instead, doubling down with his lips and a single finger on her sex.
He rimmed her hole with the tip of the finger, a nervous shift in her hips every time he dared to dip into it slightly. He didn't want to deflower her this way, his mind racing with how he would do so with his man-sword. But he would do it at her pace. It was a resolution he had to remind himself of at every step, as his desire to possess her in ways that might frighten the newly initiated princess.
"Cordelia." He raised his head, lips shimmering with her nectar as he looked down at her naked body. She had her gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock, a single eye opening to answer him, an image he would forever burn in his memory'til the day he would draw his last breath.
With a smack of her lips, she let go, the princess wiping her face with the back of her hand as Lark's cock rested against her cheek.
"Lark?" Her cheeks were red as an apple, as she discovered this new facet of life.
"Are you ready?" He stared at her knowingly.
Princess Cordelia went even redder, forgetting that all of this was just foreplay for the real thing. The real sex was about to come, and it was something she previously thought was only meant for one's wedding night, despite the conflicting accounts women of the court had given her. Here she was, a maiden in a field giving herself to a swordsmen she barely knew, but who had brought honor to her. As these thoughts flashed through her mind, she remembered just why she lay next to him nude, despite believing she would be laden with a child from it.
A big smile broke through the reddened blush.
"Yes." Her enthusiastic response came out like a song. Rolling to her back, she welcomed Lark to do what he may. It was obvious she was nervous, her breaths becoming laden with anticipation. Bravely, she spread her legs in the air, maidenhood on display and ready for the taking, as her essence shimmered in the afternoon sun.
Lark came between her thighs, crawling up the length of her body, laying kisses from her labia, up her stomach, atop her breasts, along her neck, and finally to the lips of her mouth. It was time to do something that frightened him, and that was possibly hurting her in a small way. He knew she was a woman who could make her choices, and that she knew what would happen next. But his guilt in what he may do to her was no less.
The petite princess beneath him, he took his cock in hand and aligned it with her body. As he laid it across her abdomen, he closed his eyes with the realization it was long enough to reach the bottom of her stomach. Cordelia seemed to realize this, as well; her eyes growing wide, but then a brave face took its place.
"Lark... just do it." She cupped his cheek in her hand.
He kissed her palm, their eyes locking with love as they contemplated this next step. The birds flying above sang amid their heavy breathing, reminding them of the peaceful place they made this union.
"My Princess..." He aligned his cock with her sex. The head of it spread her tight and plump lips wide.
Looking down at her, she winched, feeling it at her gates. She shivered as she became an innocent and nervous girl again, waiting for the pain.
"Cordelia..."
She looked up at him, the first time he said her name absent of her title.
"Let's do this a different way."
Cordelia looked at him perplexed. If his explanation of sex aligned with her understanding of consummation, what other way was there?
But Lark took her hand and raised her to her knees as he, in turn, lay on his back. Holding his cock straight up, he wiggled it back and forth as he looked at her above him.
"You get on top, and go at your own pace." He smiled at her, rubbing her thigh.
Cordelia smiled. She knew how lucky she was to have a caring man for this moment of her life. Lifting her leg over him, she sat squarely behind his cock, her wet pussy on his balls as his length sat against her, illustrating once again how far it would penetrate should he let his inhibitions go. The hairs of her mound tickled him as she affectionately rubbed his shaft with her small hands, wondering just how she could take his girth.
"I'm nervous." She sheepishly giggled, as she looked at the tip of his cock against her bellybutton.
"You don't have to go all the way down, just go as far as is comfortable."
"Will it still feel good for you?" She raised herself up at the knees, hovering her pussy over his cock, as she took a deep breath.
"If we stopped now, it would have been amazing for me." Lark patted her thighs as he smiled. "Now, it's about you, Princess."
Cordelia sighed, looking up at the sky and the songbirds above, as she smiled and tried to control her breathing. Slowly, she brought herself onto him, feeling his head part her lips as her juices ran down his rod. Lark held his cock at full mast to allow her some stability, his eye twitching as her tight virgin slit began to envelop him.
Cordelia took a sharp breath as the pressure mounted. Lark was then in her channel as she lowered down. She lifted herself, not quite free of him, but enough to take a breather as his cock opened her.
"Lark, you are so big... it's lewd..." she blushed, playfully slapping his abdomen as she bit her lip and tried to lower herself again on his cock. Each time she got just to the edge of her maidenhead before picking herself up again, she slow-controlled her thrusts at her own pace.
"Sorry, Princess..." he grasped her thighs tightly. "If it makes you feel better, once you no longer are a maiden, you will be singing how good a big cock feels."
Cordelia tried to imagine that, it was a difficult concept given how intimidatingly large he was compared to her tiny body.
"Just take a deep breath, Princess, lower yourself quickly, run it through, and it will be over."
"I thought you said I can go at my own pace?" She sharply inhaled, as she came down again, nursing the cock between her legs.
"I did, it's just a suggestion Prin,--"
"Stop calling me that... Princess. I liked... I liked it when you called me by my name, Lark." She looked down at him, her eyes glistening as she felt both the pressure between her legs and her love for him.
"Cordelia..." He ran a hand along her flat stomach and to her flat chest, teasing a nipple.
Suddenly, she came down an inch further, a sharp squeal from Cordelia and the writhing of her body on top of him, signifying that the deed was done. Grabbing Lark's hand at her chest, she brought it to her mouth and bit down on it.
"Ow!" he said, as her teeth half-sank into his flesh. Lark did not retract, however, knowing it helped her with the pain.
Cordelia shivered on the end of his cock, completely still and biting down on Lark's hand for a long moment before she opened her eyes again.
"You think that is ow..." she whimpered, as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"I did warn you." He smiled at her, wiggling his hand to get the blood flowing again, admiring her bite marks between his thumb and index finger.
"Shush." She swatted at him, lifting herself up slowly. A small trail of blood ran down Lark's cock, signifying she was no longer a virgin.
"You still okay?"
"Yes." She halted at his head and began to lower down again; long, deep breaths helping her cope with the pain.
"Take it easy now, slowly take as much as you want." Lark's eye twitched, as he painfully held back his desire.
Between her beautiful visage, cute whimpers, and tight pussy, he could let loose his ropes at any time. It was taking considerable self-control not to, as he watched her enjoy small strokes. She raised and lowered herself along the top half of his cock, a feeling so intoxicating, he bit his own lip.
This went on for a few long moments, as the grass tickled them and the cool breeze whipped around them in the field. Cordelia warmed herself up to the idea of his cock, the pain slowly fading away as her whimpers turned to moans and her slickness returned to soften the blow of more inches of his length. Each pass then began to get deeper, and soon, Lark and Cordelia were singing to each other a lusty tune of pleasure that was echoed by the birds around them.
"Oh.... There we go, good girl." Lark huffed, as Cordelia slid down to new territory.
The princess blushed hard, as she felt him twitch inside of her and absorbed his praises. There was something about being called a 'good girl' she could get used to.
"Lark, it... it... it feels really good." Her squeaking voice shivered with pleasure.
"Welcome to sex," Lark smirked at her, giving her a wink. "I told you once it was over, it would be amazing."
"Since when did you AH-- become a know-it-all?"
"You're the one always asking me questions, Cordelia."
Cordelia smiled as she began to raise and lower herself faster and faster. Naturally, she began to take more of him in; small grimaces as he stretched her, but never lasting more than a moment as the pleasure kicked in. She would begin to cry out without shame of her pleasure, a cry echoing along the hillside as she slid up and down as quickly as she could lift herself.
Lark hoped their hunters were nowhere near, as this would be the worst time to find them. Her wails were rather inconspicuous, but he couldn't get enough of hearing this side of her.
At her core, Lark could feel a warming. He knew what was coming, her pussy began to tighten and grip onto him more, as she finally found the base of his cock. Fully enveloping him with each pass, he enjoyed her limit as she found her full voice. More and more, an already-tight pussy gripped tighter, as she sang a tune that led to a crescendo he knew well.
With a final up and down, all the way to his base, she came. Her body shook and her eyes went wide, as it rocked her entire being. He could tell that her eyes had been opened to the true pleasure in life right then, and a small amount of happiness crept over him, knowing he gave her something special for her first time.
Another moment passed, as she worked her way through the orgasm. Funny sounds and gasps emanated from the cute princess, as she made sense of it all, her body melting and falling flat on his chest as she finished.
Out of breath, she kissed his neck softly as if to thank him. "Oh, Lark..." she hummed through her breathing. "How can I ever thank you?" She looked up at him, his cock still stiff and inside of her.
A quick yelp from Cordelia found her on her back against the grass, her eyes wide with surprise.
"You can let me cum now." Lark loomed over her, his cock still inside the princess as she processed the request.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lark. I didn't realize that--"
Her words were stolen, as Lark began to run her through. She squealed as he fucked her, his own pace a whole different game than hers. The amazement of the power of it grasped her, his strength and passion felt in every movement he made, as he pressed himself between her legs. His hands grasped her wrists and held them above her head, as he pinned her down. Cordelia felt totally under his control, and she loved it.
"Lark! Ahhh! Lark!!! Lark!" She sang his name, watching his face above her, enjoy the feeling of her womanhood. He had given her so much, not only saving her life, but granting her a new one. This gift she gave him felt small in comparison, but she could tell he enjoyed it nonetheless.
With a twitch of his cock, it began. Lark quickly pulled out of her, and no sooner did his cock spew his load onto her. From face to thigh, his ropes coated the princess in his seed. His enormous buildup from the self-control he exhibited during their time of joining was unleashed.
Cordelia found some humor in it, giggling like a naughty girl, as his semen ran down her face and coated her breasts. She rubbed it in and played with the sticky substance as it pooled on her flat stomach. When the last drops left his cock as he knelt above her, she was wondering if it would ever end. Her body was a sticky mess as he caught his breath.
"All of this is supposed to go inside of me?" She laughed at the propensity of it.
Lark huffed and looked down at his work. The Princess of the Southern Marches coated in his seed from head to thigh, smiled up at him as she played with it. What had his life become?
"Sorry Prin-- I mean, Cordelia..." He shook his head as he watched her enjoy the feeling of it.
Shaking her head, she smiled at him, a small bit of cum on her lips falling into her mouth. She spat it out quickly as he wiped the rest of it away. One eye she could not open as a glob sat atop her eyelid.
"I'm glad I could relieve you, you must be pent up with all of that."
Taking off his cloak, Lark wiped her down affectionately, enjoying the sight of her in the moment they shared.
"It was amazing," he remarked, as he cherished the feeling of her. A small sadness on his face as he wondered if it would happen again.
"Lark..."
"Yeah?"
"Let's do it again soon."
Lark wiped the last sticky glob of cum from her face. "I'd like that."
The two leaned in to share a deep and passionate kiss. Their love sprouted in that moment, a love that would not leave either of them for the rest of their lives.
