Chapter 1: Introduction
I wiped my cock across the assassin’s face after pulling it out of her mouth. She sucks on my balls as I keep wiping it over her face. This black haired slut of a woman is named April, we’ve been fucking for years. We trained together in martial arts as children and being a prince, I naturally took on a more leadership role in my military training and April decided to hone her skills as an assassin.
We’re celebrating victory over the Kornish forces. While I led my father’s third army into battle, April snuck behind enemy lines and killed three Kornish generals and their prince.
“I love the taste of your taint after a fight, it’s so salty,” April says as she licks the space between my balls and my ass.
If my father, the king, knew I was getting my cock sucked by one of the most talented assassins in our kingdom instead of tending to my men, he’d be livid. But I deserve this, we killed an army of six thousand in three hours and only lost four hundred soldiers. I love being victorious.
April slurps my cock back into her mouth.
Her tongue dances around the head, swirling in circles and making me moan in pleasure. "You know what I want," she whispers seductively. I can feel her wetness seeping onto my foot as she rubs her cunt. "Let's do it here," she says, her voice husky with desire. "Right now."
She takes off her shirt, revealing her firm tits, and pulls down her pants, exposing her tight pussy. My dick hardens even more as I watch her strip.
We’re in one of my general’s war tents.
April knows how to turn me on, and she loves every second of it. She stands up on her tiptoes, pressing her body against mine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I feel her hands reaching around me, gripping my ass tightly. Her fingers dig into my flesh, sending shivers down my spine. "I need you inside me," she whimpers, her breath hot against my neck. I lift her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her pussy is so wet; she drips right onto my dick as I position her.
She gasps as I slide myself deep into her, filling her up completely. I start thrusting into her, our bodies moving faster and harder with each stroke. "Fuck me," she pleads, her grip tightening around my neck. Her breasts bounce wildly as I pound away at her, our sweat flying everywhere. "I'm cumming!" she screams, her pussy clenching around my erection. I feel her muscles tighten, squeezing my dick until I can't stand it anymore. I release a loud groan as I shoot my load inside her, her warmth enveloping me like a glove.
As we collapse onto the floor, our heavy breathing echoing through the tent, we look at each other with satisfied smiles. "That was amazing," I say, running my hand through her damp hair. "Thanks for letting me get my fill."
She giggles softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "No problem, Theo. Anytime you need some fun, just let me know. You’re the only guy who makes me cum that quick.”
As if on cue, there's a knock on the post outside the tent door. "Prince Theo," a gruff voice calls out, "we have found something in the field.
It seems to be a message from the enemy."
I sigh, reluctantly pulling away from April's warm embrace. Leaning against me, she looks up at with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Go ahead," she whispers. "I'll wait for you here."
With a final glance at her, I put on pants and sandals, keeping my shirt off. I step outside the tent, leaving the warmth of the fire behind. Outside, the soldiers huddle around a young female Kornish officer who holds a piece of parchment aloft.
My men have clearly slapped her around a little, but her clothes remain intact. I would’ve allowed them to rape her, but they’re still used to my older brother’s command.
“You’re lucky to be alive,” I say standing over her.
“What message did you bring?” The soldier behind her places a trembling hand on her shoulder. “Tell him,” he growls, pushing her forward roughly.
A sudden chill runs down my spine. There’s a distinct smell about her - sweet and sultry, reminding me of the perfumery where I once had an assignation with a dark mistress. It’s almost enough to make me forget why I’m here. “Sir, the message… it reads…” she stammers, unable to continue.
I backhand her, sending her to the ground.
“You Kornish whore,” I say to demoralize her, she might be an officer, but she’s an enemy. I pull her top apart and expose her breasts, they’re pretty nice. “I was in the middle of getting my dick wet, so either you tell me what that fucking letter says,” I say as I can’t read Kornish, “or you satisfy a baser need.”
The woman blanches, and my soldiers chuckle. She fumbles with the paper before handing it limply to a nearby soldier. He reads, then passes it along to me. “Looks like the usual threats,” he mutters, scanning the paper quickly. “The same old shit we hear all the time.”
I nod, squinting at the letters, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar script. I tap the paper lightly with my finger, and my gaze drifts to the officer. “So, you’re a messenger, huh?
” I smirked, taking a step closer to the Kornish officer. “Well, I guess I’ll have to find a way to thank you. Maybe you could help me with something else, eh?”
The woman stared back at me, her expression unreadable. Suddenly, she lunged forward, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. In a flash, she slammed me into the ground, pinning me beneath her with her knee pressed firmly against my throat. I gasped for air, struggling to break free.
Her mistake, I quickly roll her over and slam her face into the muddy ground. I hold her head down making sure her mouth and nose are pushed into the tacky mud so she can’t breathe, she struggles, but if I want, I can hold her here until she suffocates.
“So an assassin pretending to be a messenger,” I whisper into her ear as I start pulling her pants down. I keep her fucking head held down.
Then once her ass is fully exposed, I pull her hair and lift her up. She quickly fills her lungs with air and starts cursing at me in Kornish. I pick her up and throw her to one of my captains.
“Let your men enjoy her. Chain her to a post,” I order.
The captain eagerly obliges, attaching a set of iron manacles to her wrists and ankles. The chains rattle as he drags her towards the nearest pole, her body arching and contorting in response to every tug. With a sharp yank, he finally secures her, leaving her hanging with her arms stretched wide and her knees bent slightly. She lets out a soft cry, the sound muffled by the gag that's already stuffed in her mouth.
In the distance, I see April emerge from the war tent, her eyes narrowing when she spots the bound woman.
She raises an eyebrow at me, a question in her gaze. "Just doing some business," I respond nonchalantly, giving her a wink.
April walks up to her and whispers something into her ear. As April steps back, the woman tries to lunge forward, but the chains hold her in place as the first of the soldiers takes his place behind her.
April grabs my hand and we begin walking back to the tent.
“That assassin was a lover of one of the generals I killed today, she came to get revenge,” April tells me.
“You mean the messenger?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, she probably thought I sent those messages.” I don’t comment on that, but think to myself that if word gets out I’m fucking an assassin, my reputation might take a hit.
I reach the entrance of the tent and pause before stepping through the flap. Inside, April removes her clothes again and smiles at me.
“Fuck,” I say admiring her body.
“Just think, in less than a week you have to go back to fucking your wife,” April says as she starts kissing my chest and abs.