The Princess' First Sword

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.

Thanks to my editors KenjiSato and LoneWolf!

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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 rape 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.