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Telling Talen	By : Nathalia Category: A through F > The Elenium Views: 7289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Telling Talen
- 2-Chapter Two
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It had been a week since the encounter in the woods.
Ehlana and Sparhawk were still on Progress, and Princess Danae/Aphrael was still at the palace alone. Well, with a few exceptions. There was a minimum of staff, of course, and her future Champion, the novice-knight, Talen.
Of course, Princess Danae was not sure if this was a good thing or not. On the one hand, things could have been a lot more difficult if Talen was not around to look intimidating and back her up. On the other hand, things had not been the same since they had ridden in the forest a week ago.
Before, she had looked at Talen and felt love for him and felt protected. Now she felt only fear.
If he told Queen Ehlana her true identity, that she was the Child-Goddess Aphrael, it might drive the Queen to madness. He could hold this over her head for as long as he wished, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice that someone had entered her chambers until she heard the lock click and the bolt slide. Danae whirled around to see Talen leaning against the door, watching her.
Fear prickled at her spine. The light in his eyes was too reminiscent of how he had looked in the woods. Talen pushed himself away from the door and slowly walked toward her. Danae backed away, matching him step for step.
Then she was against the wall, trapped as he came to her, looking like a cat that had just caught a mouse. She wished there was something to break the silence; it was starting to scare her. As if hearing her thoughts, Talen spoke. “You shouldn’t be here alone, Aphrael. All sorts of things could happen if there is no one to protect you.”
Angry enough to forget her fear, Danae snapped at him. “You are meant to be here for that purpose! Who do I need protecting from, exactly?!”
Talen ignored her fury, looking her over and tracing the neckline of her gown, a simple Styric smock. “At the moment, you don’t need protecting. Even if you were in danger, you would be able to get out of it without help. You are a Goddess, are you not.” His lips curved into a predatory smile. “Therefore, I must find other ways to spend the time that people expect me to be with you.”
Danae’s eyes narrowed, then widened as he began to unlace her dress. She tried to slap his hand away, “Don’t touch me.”
Seemingly nonchalant, he shrugged and made as if to turn away. Danae started to relax, then tensed again as he turned back to her, holding a knife. She stiffened with fright as he slashed the fabric, leaving her in a shift, tossing the ruined material into the fire.
Danae closed her eyes, feeling as though she knew what was coming. To her dismay, she was correct.
Talen’s hands started to explore her body, making her shiver. She made to push him away, but he stopped her with a few words. “Remember, I know. I could tell.”
And Talen was right. He could tell, and the result would be devastating. She stilled, letting him do what he wanted. Talen did, moving behind her to grab her behind. Danae flinched; that area still hurt from what he had done last time. Surprisingly, her voice worked long enough to make a plea. “Not there, Talen. Please.”
To her relief, he only shrugged, hands moving to her breast instead. “Since you asked nicely, I’ll let you decide. Where? On the bed or on the floor, like a bitch in heat?”
Danae considered. Which area hurt the least? She touched the place below her abdomen. “Here. And on the bed.”
She had barely finished speaking before she was sprawled on the bed, face down. Talen moved closer to her, flipping her over. Danae closed her eyes, “Get it over with.”
Talen leaned down, his lips centimetres from her ear as he whispered, “Just for that, I think that I’ll take you slowly. I’m expected to be here for at least a few hours, so I’ll take performance instead of quantity.”
Danae’s eyes snapped open at this. Surely he didn’t expect her to participate in what he would do to her?! Talen was speaking again. “Take your true form, without the clothes. I want to see the difference between Aphrael and Danae.”
Knowing that he would carry out his threat to tell her mother if she did not, Danae obeyed, taking the shape of an impossibly beautiful woman, naked. Talen smiled, then turned them both over, resting Danae’s head at his groin.
Aphrael looked up at him, horrified. Did he want her to take him in her mouth? Obviously so, she decided, seeing Talen’s eyes narrow. She lowered her head, seeing a glistening drop of something on the head of Talen’s penis. Aphrael brushed it away, not wanting any more of him than she absolutely had to, smearing it over the head.
She opened her mouth and drew Talen in as far as she comfortably could. Apparently, it was not enough, as he placed his hand behind her head and applied pressure. Aphrael opened her mouth wider and took as much of him as she could, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock in hope of lessening the amount in her mouth.
Talen was obviously pleased, as he ordered her to keep going. Reluctantly, she did so, moving her mouth over him and stroking the rest with her hand.
Finally, Talen bucked, erupting into her mouth and commanding her to swallow. Aphrael did, then quickly backed away, gasping for breath.
Talen sat up again. “Very good Aphrael. We may have to try that again some time. Now change back into Danae.”
She obeyed gladly, happy to have clothes again. Alas, that was not to last. Talen pulled her back to him and flipped both of them over. Lying braced over her, he gripped the fabric of her shift, pulling it up. When it was just covering her upper thighs, Talen let go, his hand going to her knee. He slid it up her leg, feeling Danae shiver, pushing her dress up with it as he moved between her thighs.
Danae felt her dress go over her head, and be tossed away from the bed. Talen was proving true to his promise to take her slowly, as the hand at her thigh moved to her breast, soon joined by its mate as Talen claimed her mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips.
Danae thought that the torment would go on forever, as Talen dug his nails into her soft flesh, pinching the nipples. Finally he released her, allowing her a moment to rest. Again, it did not last. As Danae regained her breath, Talen penetrated her in a single stroke.
His breath stirred her hair as he whispered to her. “I said performance, not quantity. Now perform or I will have you in every way imaginable, as hard and as fast and as many times as I want.”
Danae knew that she had no choice in the matter, but her mind screamed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head first to her breasts then, as he started to move, to her lips.
She opened her mouth to him, letting her tongue duel with his as he plundered her. As long as she kept him occupied with other parts of her, Talen didn’t move as much, so it was a small price to pay. She kissed him harder, moving her body against him, breasts pressing against his torso.
Talen did not know that the princess was capable of this. He resolved to have her like this more often. His tongue plundered her mouth and his hands roamed over her body. He knew what Danae was trying to do, of course. She wanted to keep him occupied so that he did not move in the area between her thighs. Naturally, that was not going to happen.
Talen began to move inside of her, whispering to her, “Remember, I told you to perform.”
Danae fought back tears as she made herself respond. She moved her body against Talen’s, drew up her legs and pushed them further apart, giving him greater access. Talen moved one of the legs to his shoulder, drew out entirely, then thrust back in. Danae’s body arched, Talen’s entry penetrating her deeper that she had thought possible.
She was proven wrong as Talen moved the other leg to his shoulder also. Almost in fascination, Talen examined her pussy, stuffed full with his cock, observing as he moved in and out.
To Danae’s mind, this was far too close to having her arse violated. She broke away from Talen’s lips. Between gasps, she panted, “Talen, please…you promised. Not there.”
Talen saw what had her so upset, and moved her legs back down, a frown creasing his brow. “Kiss me again.”
Danae lifted her head, initiating the kiss. Her tongue traced his lips, then entered his mouth. Their heads moved as they explored how deeply their tongues could reach. Danae wrapped a leg around Talen’s waist, moving against him. Talen drove himself deeper, ignoring the pain-filled moans that escaped Danae and echoed in his mouth.
His thrusts became faster and harder, driving her up the bed until she rested against the headboard. He pulled out of her entirely, and Danae wondered how this huge, red, throbbing cylinder could fit inside her body. Distracted, she almost didn’t hear Talen’s question. “Do you want to suck me off, or will I find somewhere else?”
She had had him in her mouth already that day, and shook her head to that option. Talen spun her around, as though her was going to take her in the arse, but then pulled back. He turned her over again and plunged into her cunt. His lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss that she returned, remembering his words about performing.
Their hips pounded together, pushing Danae against the elaborately carved headboard. Talen kissed the side of her neck, growling in her ear, “Beg me, Princess. Beg me to take you like a whore.”
Danae tried to speak. “Unh, Please. Ahhh. Please, Talen! Mmph. Take me! Take me like a whore from the streets! Unh! Talen, please! Mmph! Please, take me like a whore! Mmph! Please! I beg you, Talen! Mmph! Please! Ahhhhhh!”
She ended in something between a moan and a wail as Talen pulled out entirely, then thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt. He repeated the action several more times, breath hissing through clenched teeth.
Danae felt sure that her back would be bruised from the headboard, when Talen suddenly rose from the bed, still inside her, forcing her to grab onto him for balance. He knelt on the rug next to the fireplace, placing Danae on her back.
Talen took a poker from the rack and weighed it for a moment, then placed it back, noticing how Danae followed it with her eyes. “Just in case you misbehave, Danae. Now, where were we? Oh, yes.”
He began to thrust inside her again. Danae clenched around him, trying to slow his movements. Talen grew harder as her walls contracted around him, and pulled out again, hurting her.
Despite the pain, Danae tried again. And again. Finally, Talen swelled inside of her, spilling himself inside her cunt.
Danae sighed in relief, quickly silencing herself as Talen glanced at her. He pulled her close. “That was satisfactory, Princess. I expect better next time, but I suppose it will do for now. Lick me clean, and we will finish for the day.”
Danae hesitated. Talen moved like lightning, spinning her over and striking her behind with the poker.
She stopped objecting as she lowered her head and licked away the sperm and juices covering Talen’s cock.
Talen put his clothes on again, and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Danae sighed. She had almost enjoyed parts of that. What was wrong with her?
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