so it shall be...
The Wedding Day…
What a wedding present… King Admi is going to burn the dark princess at the stake in the city square before our wedding. He certainly knows how to charm a girl. I am not pleased but I keep my mouth shut. I am yet to be his queen.
She claims she is a sorceress; not a witch. I am not sure of the difference. I watch her being led through the crowd and glance over at my soon-to-be husband. A cleric is praying for her eternal damnation while a hooded guard flogs her forward. I ask him if he enjoying the spectacle and he looks at me with confusion in his eyes.
He asks if I had noticed how DarkPrincess’ tits bounced each time she is whipped…
Actually I had. I had tasted those breasts and sampled the patch between her thighs when we were brought here in the prison cart. I would rather have her again than service the king’s cock, yet I sit next him dressed in white finery of a bride. I cannot save everyone; I have learned that in battle. At times you must save yourself if you are to save more…
The DarkPrincess is led to a tall post surrounded with green wood laced with straw. The post had been recently harvested. Its thick girth promised the DarkPrincess would have long been incinerated before the flames consumed the stake. She was bound to the stake with thick hemp that had been soak in water for days, again to keep her bound to the stake until the flames consumed her flesh before the ropes would burn through.
Torches were tossed on the pile and it was apparent it would be an hour before the flames reached her flesh. I turned to King Admi and said “I have smelled burning flesh, even caused it. It nauseates me and it will permeate this fine dress I wear for you. May I be excused while you torch this witch so I can be ready for you when we are wed?”
He excuses me but has guards follow as I ascend to our suite…
I lock the door behind me and strip the gown off. I pray my plan works.
Smoke swirled around DarkPrincess and the crowd chanted for the witch to burn. As the heat enveloped her she screamed “I am not a witch! I am a sorceress!”
On the hillside above the capital Barbaria begged Yupar to attack. Yupar softly said “You must be patient, my love. I hear her cries but she can take this. Are you strong enough to get LittleSiss?”
“I would give my life for her” Barbaria said.
“I am not in the mood to die today” Yupar replied. “Are you strong enough to get her?”
“I can get her” Barbaria replied.
“Then it is time” Yupar said.
I am right or dead and there is much difference. If I stay I am King Admi’s wife. I hurl myself off the balcony hoping I have leaped far enough to hit water. Too short I am shattered on the bank and too far I skewer myself into the silt of the far bottoms of the moat.
In a flash the Mongol mercenaries surround the stake DarkPrincess to which DarkPrincess was bound. On a stead that Satan could not conjure Yupar rode through the crowd and sliced the thick ropes binding DarkPrincess to the stake. DarkPrincess leapt onto the back of Yupar’s horse and they bolted through the gate.
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The Wedding Day…
What a wedding present… King Admi is going to burn the dark princess at the stake in the city square before our wedding. He certainly knows how to charm a girl. I am not pleased but I keep my mouth shut. I am yet to be his queen.
She claims she is a sorceress; not a witch. I am not sure of the difference. I watch her being led through the crowd and glance over at my soon-to-be husband. A cleric is praying for her eternal damnation while a hooded guard flogs her forward. I ask him if he enjoying the spectacle and he looks at me with confusion in his eyes.
He asks if I had noticed how DarkPrincess’ tits bounced each time she is whipped…
Actually I had. I had tasted those breasts and sampled the patch between her thighs when we were brought here in the prison cart. I would rather have her again than service the king’s cock, yet I sit next him dressed in white finery of a bride. I cannot save everyone; I have learned that in battle. At times you must save yourself if you are to save more…
The DarkPrincess is led to a tall post surrounded with green wood laced with straw. The post had been recently harvested. Its thick girth promised the DarkPrincess would have long been incinerated before the flames consumed the stake. She was bound to the stake with thick hemp that had been soak in water for days, again to keep her bound to the stake until the flames consumed her flesh before the ropes would burn through.
Torches were tossed on the pile and it was apparent it would be an hour before the flames reached her flesh. I turned to King Admi and said “I have smelled burning flesh, even caused it. It nauseates me and it will permeate this fine dress I wear for you. May I be excused while you torch this witch so I can be ready for you when we are wed?”
He excuses me but has guards follow as I ascend to our suite…
I lock the door behind me and strip the gown off. I pray my plan works.
Smoke swirled around DarkPrincess and the crowd chanted for the witch to burn. As the heat enveloped her she screamed “I am not a witch! I am a sorceress!”
On the hillside above the capital Barbaria begged Yupar to attack. Yupar softly said “You must be patient, my love. I hear her cries but she can take this. Are you strong enough to get LittleSiss?”
“I would give my life for her” Barbaria said.
“I am not in the mood to die today” Yupar replied. “Are you strong enough to get her?”
“I can get her” Barbaria replied.
“Then it is time” Yupar said.
I am right or dead and there is much difference. If I stay I am King Admi’s wife. I hurl myself off the balcony hoping I have leaped far enough to hit water. Too short I am shattered on the bank and too far I skewer myself into the silt of the far bottoms of the moat.
In a flash the Mongol mercenaries surround the stake DarkPrincess to which DarkPrincess was bound. On a stead that Satan could not conjure Yupar rode through the crowd and sliced the thick ropes binding DarkPrincess to the stake. DarkPrincess leapt onto the back of Yupar’s horse and they bolted through the gate.
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