The Last Princess of Lorrea Ch. 12

Elena screamed in pain, her arms and legs pulling at her restraints in vain, unable to stop or alleviate the burning pain caused by Caspian's sudden thrust.

Caspian lay still on top of her, breathing heavily as he felt the tightness of her pussy walls around his shaft.

"Shhhh," he cooed in her ear, his unmoving, crushing weight preventing Elena a single moment of respite.

Elena couldn't stand it. Caspian's essence was invading her every sense - his muscular body pinning her down, his hard shaft within her, his breath in her ear and his smell... the smell of masculine lust permeated every molecule of available air. The assault on her senses was too much for Elena. She began to writhe and pull on her restraints harder than before, a roar of frustration escaping her lips. After a minute of a fruitless battle with the silky restraints, Elena's body suddenly lost all of it's accumulated tension and sunk into the soft sheets.

Caspian chuckled softly. "Are you finished with your little tantrum Princess?"

Elena whimpered as Caspian slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip remained between her lips. The throbbing pain between her legs which she had managed to block out momentarily, returned in spades. Beads of sweat formed across her face and between her breasts as Caspian tightened his already bruising grip on her hips.

"Please," she groaned, "please stop, I pro-" but before Elena could complete the sentence, Caspian had plunged his cock into her anew. Elena bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, the pain somewhat less than the first time, but it was still painful nonetheless. Caspian leaned forward and took a prominent, hard, pink nipple between his teeth, pulling and sucking on it as Elena gasped in pain from his newest torture.

"Do you like that Princess?" he asked as his hands reached up and squeezed her sensitive breasts.

"No," she cried, "please stop it!"

"Don't lie Princess, you enjoy a little bit of pain don't you?" he said as his teeth grazed her nipple again.

"No!" she screeched, her hands pulling fruitlessly at the restraints.

"I love a little screaming as much as the next man," he chuckled, "but I'd rather hear you moan -it's easier on the ears Princess - not to mention it's just more ravishing," he said as he continued to mold her breasts in his large hands.

"If you stop hurting me then I'll stop screaming!" Elena cried as she pushed herself further into the mattress to escape his hands. She hated how childish her words sounded, but she was in such a state that she said the first thing that came to mind.

Caspian chuckled again, his lips pressed to the chasm between her breasts, causing her to actually feel his laugh as well as endure the sound of it. Elena let out a low hiss as she felt his tongue lick it's way up her chest and whimpered audibly as it made it's way along her neck to her ear. Caspian pulled her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it gently as his hands threaded their way into her golden hair.

"Well, if you can't control the urge to scream, i'll need to do something about that, won't I Princess?" he said quietly against her ear.

Elena stiffened. She had not forgotten his earlier threat to muzzle her for her threats of biting him.

Surprisingly, Caspian did not force a crude gag or any other instrument of silence between her lips. Instead, he placed his lips against hers and stuck his tongue into her mouth, startling her into silence momentarily, before thrusting a little deeper with his hips.

It wasn't as painful, but Elena still let out a muffled cry as she felt Caspian bury himself inside her, more deeper than before. He was unrelenting - his mouth locked over hers, effectively muting her as he ground his hips against hers. Elena wasn't sure what was worse -his thrusting or the feeling of him burrowing inside her like a snake in it's den.

Caspian ground his erection into Elena, his hips moving against hers in a tortuously slow, circular motion. The constant contact meant that Elena's clitoris was being stimulated by Caspian's lower abdomen, sending the odd jolt shot through her system every time his hips circled upwards.

Caspian broke his silencing kiss. "Tell me how I feel inside you Princess-Tell me how I fill your pussy like no other man has ever done," he hissed in her ear as his hips continued to gyrate against hers.

Elena shook her head. She refused to surrender her mind as well as her body.

Caspian's fingers grasped her blonde locks, preventing her from shaking her head in response.

"Tell me."

"No," Elena groaned.

"The Princess likes to play then? Alright, have it your way."

Caspian growled and thrust himself into her quite suddenly, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise.

"Tell me."

"No," she gasped, meeting Caspian's furious gaze.

Caspian's upper lip curled into a snarl. Elena knew nothing good would come from denying him what he wanted, but she couldn't help herself. The only things she had control over at that moment were her thoughts and her words and she wasn't willing to give up that control so easily.

"Perhaps a little lesson in obedience Princess?" he asked menacingly, lowering his face to within an inch of her own.

*

"Over here King Henry!" called a faceless soldier somewhere to Henry's left.

They had followed the narrow path for hours. Although it pained Henry to proceed at such an infuriatingly slow pace, he knew the virtue of a single clue - and the consequences of missing it. If they went tearing up the path, they could miss a vital clue or some tiny hint that showed the Princess leaving it.

Henry rushed over to the soldier who pointed to the ground before their feet. "You see here sir? The ground is a little disturbed and over there can you see how the grass had been bent and in places broken?"

"It looks like more than one pair of footprints," Henry said, his anxiety rising.

"Indeed sir. I'd say according to the indentation of the larger pair that it was a fairly heavy man, the smaller pair barely compacted the mud - it is not improbable that they belong to a woman - one of slight build," he said, tracing the outline of the footprints with his index finger.

"My Princess," he mumbled, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"King Henry!" shouted another soldier further up the path. "The trail picks up here, it looks like they continued down a grassy slope here, up to... to... up to... my goodness," he said, his words trailing off as King Henry reached his side.

Henry's eyes followed the path pointed out by the young soldier. He felt his inside turn to ice as he set eyes on the familiar castle before him.

"CASPIAN!" he growled, unsheathing his sword and stepping out of the woods into the darkness of the night. As he approached the old castle that once belonged to his uncle, his men falling into step behind him, there was nothing but murder in his heart.

*

Caspian lowered his hands to her hips and grasped them tightly before beginning to thrust into her at a punishing pace. Elena opened her mouth to scream but it seemed the breath had been forced from her lungs by his thrusts, The only sound she made was a faint gasping noise with each thrust. She gripped the silk sheets for support as Caspian drove her body deeper into the mattress, grunting like an animal as he thrust his cock into her, over and over again.

As Caspian's thrusts became less frequent, Elena was able to catch her breath and sighed audibly.

"Enjoyed that Princess?" Caspian grunted with a grin, misinterpreting her sigh of relief for a sigh of satisfaction.

"No," she answered hoarsely.

Caspian's grin slid from his face and was replaced with an angry look. "Stop lying to me, whore."

"I'm not a whore."

"You are what I say you are," Caspian growled as he started to thrust anew.

"I'm a Princess," she answered boldly, Caspian laughed cruelly in response.

Caspian started to thrust into her quite forcefully, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hard cock.

"YOU --- ARE --- WHAT --- I --- SAY --- YOU --- ARE!" he roared.

Elena moaned in response to each thrust, causing Caspian to smile crudely.

"You see, you do love the feeling of my hard cock," he said silkily.

Elena shook her head in response.

"I assure you Princess, you are so wet you are positively dripping- that's how much you want my cock in you."

Elena scoffed at his words, knowing that it would probably incense him further but she was past caring. His ego was so large he actually seemed to believe his own rhetoric.

"It's too bad you're behaving like a naughty little thing, if you would behave, you'd get this," he said, strumming her clit with his thumb.

Elena gasped as his calloused thumb came into contact with the sensitive flesh of her clit.

"But as I said, you've been misbehaving, so..." he said, once more wrapping one hand in her blond tresses, the other gripping her hip firmly as he started to thrust into her with more force, causing her breasts to bounce in tune with his thrusts.

"MMMmmm yes..." he growled as he pistoned her pussy so fast that Elena's grunts and moans were out of sync with his own thrusts.

Caspian's hands slid to her bouncing breasts and tweaked the nipples sharply, causing Elena to add gasping to her repertoire of grunting and moaning. The force of his thrusts caused a slapping sound of flesh against flesh, that only grew in volume as the ferocity of his thrusting increased.

"You realise, don't you," he taunted as he slowed his thrusts, "that if you had allowed me to do this years ago, when I first met you, you could have prevented countless deaths and all this pitiful suffering?" he panted, brushing a lock of golden hair away from her face.

Elena's bit her lip, trying to prevent the howl of misery threatening to engulf her.

"Oh, and I don't think you need to wear this anymore - or more correctly, I don't think you DESERVE to wear this anymore, don't you think?" he asked, as he grasped the delicate chain around her neck. Before she could utter a word, he gave an almighty wrench and ripped the necklace from around her throat.

"NO!" she screamed, her arms and legs thrashing as far as the restraints allowed them. For one moment the golden coat of arms glinted back at her, before it was tossed aside, landing out of sight.

"How could you?!" she screamed, her chest heaving as she could barely get her breath,

"Easily," he answered cockily with an exceptionally deep thrust, smirking at her distressed appearance.

Just when Elena thought it impossible that Caspian could drive into her any deeper or harder, he would.

His hands moved down to grasp her hips tightly as he thrust into her relentlessly.

"Are you ready for my royal seed Princess?" he asked, perspiration coating his entire body as he continued to thrust into her.

Elena gasped as the meaning behind his crudeness became clear to her. She had been so focused on her pain and her attempts to defy him that she had completely forgotten about the conclusion of their coupling.

Elena started to struggle anew. "Please don't... I can't... we can't," she cried out hysterically.

Caspian laughed at her struggling as he continued to thrust into her.

"Please, Lord Caspian, don't do this!" Elena cried out.

CRASH!

Caspian twisted his head around around as the double doors to his bedroom crashed open.

Elena looked under Caspian's outstretched arm, silently thanking the person, whomever they may be, for breaking Caspian's concentration and thus his rhythm.

"HENRY!" she screamed.

Henry stood in the doorway, his bloodied broadsword raised, his face and armour covered in dirt and blood.

Henry's gaze swept the scene before him. His face reddened in rage as he spied Caspian buried deep within his petrified Princess.

"Henry please!" Elena cried as Caspian wrapped a powerful hand around her throat.

Henry advanced on Caspian, grinding his teeth in anger. He pointed the tip of his sword at Caspian's throat.

"Take your filthy hands off my Princess," he spat at Caspian. His anger was almost palpable.

Caspian grinned, he let go of her neck and raisied his hands slowly. "As you wish Cousin," he said. "Who needs their hands to fuck a whore anyway?" he said with a quick look at Henry before thrusting into Elena again, causing her to gasp in shock.

"Get off my Princess, NOW," he growled, pressing the sword into the flesh of Caspian's, neck, drawing blood, but not deep enough to injure a major vessel.

Elena whimpered in relief as Caspian rolled off her, his cock sliding quickly from between her legs.

"Now move over there," Henry said, pointing at the old mirror with his other hand, his sword still pressed against Caspian's neck.

"Going to kill me Cousin?" Caspian asked acidly as he moved towards the antique mirror, his glistening nakedness making him shine slightly in the flickering light of the fire. "Whatever would your father think, murdering his favourite nephew - all for the sake of a whore?" he said with a sneer in Elena's direction.

"You'd be wise to hold your tongue Caspian, before I cut it out," Henry growled, his sword now pointed at his heart.

"Henry, Please!" Elena sobbed, breaking his concentration. "Please untie me!"

Henry looked over at Elena, his sword still pointing at Caspian's chest. His already red face turned a shade darker as he took in the view of his princess, splayed and naked. He scanned her battered body, his stomach clenching at her numerous bruises. Her pale face shining with tears, turned to him, her eyes pleading for help.

"If you so much as twitch Caspian, i'll split you from naval to ear," he threatened.

"Wouldn't dream of it, my King," he said with a sarcastic bow of his head.

Henry backed up a little and turned towards Elena. "Don't move," he ordered as he raised his sword and cut through her ties in four quick swoops. Elena quickly removed the remaining silk from her wrists and ankles and slid quickly from the bed. Henry turned to her, lifting her face gently with his fingers.

"Are you alright Elena?" he asked, searching her face, her eyes swimming with tears.

Elena couldn't answer as a fresh wave of tears threatened to overpower her. Instead, she leaned her head against the hard metal of his breastplate and closed her eyes, enjoying the coolness it provided. Henry's free arm pulling her tightly against him in a comforting hug.

"Shhh," he said softly, lowering his face to kiss her head. "I'm here now."

"How touching," drawled Caspian from across the room, waking the two to his presence.

Elena felt Henry bristle and pull away from her. She reached out and grabbed his wrist just as he lifted it to strike.

"No Henry," she said quietly.

Henry gazed at her in utter confusion. "Elena, Princess... You know what I must do."

"I know what your heart demands you to do Henry - and mine screams for his death right here, right now too," she said slowly, folding her arms over her nakedness. "I do not disagree with his execution - just the manner of it."

"I don't understand Princess, what difference does it make if I kill him here or somewhere else?"

"Excuse me? Are you both done wondering whether i'm going to die or not?" Caspian interjected from across the room.

"Silence!" Henry boomed at him.

Caspian's smile faltered only slightly as he leaned back against the mirror.

Henry stood with his sword still pointed in Caspian's direction, watching as Elena pulled the sheets off the bed and wrapped them around herself, covering her nudity.

Elena bent down to scoop something up, putting it inside the folds of her make-shift dress.

When Elena seemed satisfied that she was properly covered she turned to look at Henry, his blazing eyes burning bright with anger. "It matters a great deal Henry. It sends a powerful message to your enemies that their actions will be dealt with in a brutal fashion. There is no benefit in running him through with your sword in this room," she said, pausing to swallow the relatively large lump in her throat. "But if you hang him in the city, with thousands watching - you will reap the rewards of a public execution."

Caspian let out a low hiss. "I'd watch my back if I were you Cousin - this one seems like a schemer.... sleep with one eye open," he chuckled.

"SILENCE!" Henry boomed.

Caspian raised his arms in mock submission. "Alright, alright - no need to get yourself so worked up Cousin. But may I ask - can I put my pants on? I know how much my manhood threatens you," he smirked, running a hand down his now softened cock.

Henry lowered his sword and lifted Caspian's trousers off the floor with it. He flicked his wrist, causing the pants to fall into Caspian's outstretched hands,

"Keep those hands out," Henry ordered after Caspian finished dressing. Caspian lifted an eyebrow in confusion.

"Elena, I need you to tie his wrists - I despise the very thought of you touching him again, but I can't tie him and hold my sword at the ready all at the same time - and my sword is too heavy for you to wield," he said, reaching out to grasp Elena's cool hand in his strong grip. "I'm sorry to ask this of you."

Elena's bottom lip trembled slightly, but she bit it until the trembling subsided and looked determinedly up at Henry's face, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

"Ok," she said in a small voice.

"Here," Henry said, pulling out a length of leather that was coiled tightly at his hip.

Elena unravelled the leather and approached Caspian timidly, avoiding his eye.

"Hold out your wrists," she said, her voice a little stronger.

Caspian smirked at her and pushed his wrists together. "I said hold them-" she started to say before a small glint of gold caught her eye. Elena, completely oblivious to her surroundings, turned and reached for her family's golden medallion, which lay discarded on the floor next to Caspian.

"ELENA, NO!" Henry yelled.

Too late, Elena realised her mistake. Caspian lunged for her, wrapped his arm around her throat quickly and pulled her against him. He withdrew from within a hidden pocket of his pants, a tiny knife and pressed the flat side of the blade against her cheek. Her hands scrabbled against his strong muscular arm but she couldn't remove the headlock he had her in.

"Thank you Princess, I was starting to wonder how I was going to get out of that one," He whispered in her ear.

"Get off of me!" she yelled hoarsely, his arm pressing tightly against her windpipe.

"Let go of her Caspian," Henry growled, raising his sword menacingly as his fingers tightened around the hilt.

"I'd lower that sword if I were you cousin, unless you'd like to see if her insides are as pretty as her outsides," he snarled at Henry.

Elena saw Henry's sword drop an inch. "No!" she yelled at him.

"Quiet Princess - my cousin knows that I am a man of my word, unlike him - I do not bluff."

Elena watched in misery as Henry lowered his sword slowly to the floor, his eyes burning with cold hatred.

"Kick it away," Caspian ordered.

Henry kicked the sword away from him, which made an eery scraping noise as it slid to a halt out of reach.

"Now, take that length of leather that you thought to bind me with, and tie your lover's wrist tightly - Sorry- did I say lover? Wrong choice of words Cousin," he sneered in Henry's direction. "Seeing that you never plunged into her velvety depths as you led me to believe, you're not really her lover are you? I suppose that title now belongs to me," he said, pulling her head towards him, his tongue darting across her lips.

Elena was panicking - just when she thought that she was free of him, Caspian regained the upper hand and was once again the master of her fate. The emotional rollacoaster that she had been on in the previous five minutes was just too much, and the lewdness of Caspian's tongue against her lips once more, was more than she could stand. She could no longer control her anger and took the opportunity as it presented itself.