The Royal Witch and The Roge Ch 2

Snuggleing a while longer , he waited till the sky turned pink and orange till he decided to go ahead and start to get ready. “We ‘ave to get ready M’Lady. We be needen to get ye back to Fary Love Manner.” She looked up at him, worried by his sudden deminer, but was met by a warm smile. She smiled back and shook her head. She wanted to stay here, with him. She didn’t want to go back to the “Proper” way of it all. She wouldn’t be allowed to hold him, or talk to him, or touch him without someone breathing down her neck until they were married.



“I don’t wanna go back to da Manner. I wanna stay ‘ere with thee. ” Kissing the top of her head he took a deep breath and sighed.



“I know love. Yer Uncle will be looken for thee though and I’d rather not go to the dungion in chains for defloweren ye.” She giggled and snuggled close. She had given him her most special gift, and she didn’t regret it , not one bit. Standing she started to put herself together. She slipped into her teady and felt him turn her round and kneel between her legs. Pushing her back on to the table he took a rag and washed the inside of her thighs, makeing sure she was throughly clean befor leaning forward and kissing her slightly swollen lips.



Lillen trembled as he leaned back and smile up at her, useing his thumb to rub her clit, sturing a whole new arousle. Within moments she was panting with the need of him. As she leaned back, trying to steady herself on the table he set her feet on the ground. Kissing her fierey red patch one more time befor lowering the shift. Lillen pouted at Kris and he smiled back at her.



“Now, now me love. I’ll finish ye later. Come, we really must get to your Uncles home befor he sends the gard out for ye.” He giggled a little helping her dress befor going to his cloths. He took a extra few moments rearanging her breast befor going to an extra large trunk and pulling out a fine pair of cloths. Lilleth’s mouth droped. They were very beautiful, with heavy silk and extra fine wool. She felt a little under dressed next to him once he finished dressing.



“You look..” He looked down at the cloths and self consiously pulled and ajusted the outfit.



“Is it ok? I mean I don’t wanna look ragged when I talk to your uncle. ” He looked down again and when he looked back up at her his faced was creased with worrie. Lillith took a step forward and pulled him to her.



“Oh no , You look breathtakeing. ” Looking up at him she smile reasuringly and smiled. “I acutally feel kind of underdressed . She smiled and he lead her out to a large barn she hadn’t noticed the day befor and grabed a hourse and sattled him. Getting onto the bac of the black beast he pulled her up after him. Seating her in front of him ,he aranged her so she was in front of him and close to his body so he could keep her warm.



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Galloping out they made it almost all the way to the gates befor the gard rode out to meet them. The head of the gard, Andrew, road ahead of them, giving Kris a causiouse look as though he would spring from his hourse at any moment and turn into a three headed monster.




“M’Lady Lillith, are ye alright,” He called from his horse. She staightened her back and smiled at Kris as they continued to walk the hourse closer.



“Yes Andrew, I’m fine. Now stand asside and quite treating us like were invadors from a forigen country.” Andrew and the rest of the gaurd stepped asside ,parting like the red sea. As Kris galloped through the gates the gard causiousely followed them. They had seen Kris befor, but couldn’t place his face. They kept going throught all the noble family’s trying to place a lesser son, but just could not think of whom he was related. Stepping into the stables, the stable boy ,Luke, took hold of the riens of the hourse and started to coogh to her, rubbing her snoute, and every now and then reaching back and grabbing her a treat from his pouch on his back. Getting down first Kris helped her down and smiled at her.



Holding her close for a moment he smiled wide and kissed her forhead. She giggled and pulled him from the stables toward the manner. The large four story stone home was intemidateing. Fit for a King it often played hoste to the royal family’s. Even the King and his Possy every now and then. The doors were pulled open by two gards standing by the doors and she turned to him smileing sweetly at him.