This is fiction, nothing is real, it is a fantasy story. Enjoy. Disclaimer, moderate violence, sexual themes and encounters, NSFW,

The Guardian

Valanthea hated being a princess. Most people thought being royalty was all banquets and dancing balls, if they only knew the endless, endless boredom she faced every day. 

Promised to a foreign prince at the age of 10, being forced to marry a man she never met, for "diplomacy" was not the life she would have chosen. Her 25th name day was fast approaching, and in a months time she was to be wed, shipped off to a strange land, without ever living at all.

To produce an heir, to cement an alliance, 

No matter how many times she begged her father, her pleas fell on deaf ears, 

Her only companion for the last 15 years was her handmaid, Melindura, an orphan girl her family took in to be her company..

They were as close as sisters, and were both just as terrified about losing one another. 

The only solace Valanthea could take was that her friend would be taking the long journey with her, before they feared the time would come when they had to say goodbye. 

The night before they were to leave, there was a grand celebration, all the nobles from far and wide came to bid their princess farewell, there was music and dancing, wine flowed like water, and it all tasted like ash to Valenthea, 

Her hand shook every time she rised her goblet, it did not go unnoticed,  While the festivities were in full swing, Melindura wandered to the princesses chair, and gripped her hand. She leaned close and whispered softly into her ear, "come with me now" and pulled Valanthia gently out of the dining hall, into the darker hallways behind, 

"Meli, what are you doing, we can't just leave"  Melindura led her into a small room off the kitchen, still saying nothing, she closed the door behind them, turned, and looked into her lifelong best friends eyes, "valanthea, I have loved you since always, and I can't bear the thought of losing you" 

Valanthea open her mouth to answer nd before she knew it her friend was embracing her and her lips were pressed together in a passionate kiss, all at once, it was like a wave of emotion, all the repression, the hidden desires, the shared glances, all erupted at once..

They could not get each others clothes off fast enough, in a flurry of hands and kisses, ruffling sounds, they were soon naked, pressed together on the floor of the dark room, Melindura kissed Valanthea hard on her mouth, and held her hair not so gently, she lay her down flat on her back, and pressed her body all the way up, purring "I love your perfect dark skin, your wonderful soft breasts, your softness and your hardness is so beautiful" and she kissed all the way down to her smooth legs, parted them with her hands, and began to lick Valanthea in her softest spots, parting her lips and kissing her clit just lightly, reaching her hands up, one squeezing her lovers breast, and the other holding her bum still, she licked and licked and slowly pushed her finger inside her..

Valanthea arched her back, her chest glistening with sweat, her heart pounding as her friend tickled her insides, when her orgasm came it was blinding, she moaned and arched and Melindura held her still and close until the shaking stopped. 

She said "I'm coming with you val, wherever you go, tomorrow we leave, but I'm never leaving your side. Your husband, can be our husband, I will share you, if I can still have you" 

Valanthea could only moan gently into her lovers neck, as she knew their time to be alone was nearing its end... 

1. The meeting

 The dawn broke, the day was here, the princess carriage was prepared, the royal guard stood at attention awaiting the envoy from Oros. 

A people that the bards say, took advantage of the never ending sky, in their oceans of flat grass, that grew tall, mastered the horse, and were warrior born, 

Some say, their arrogance, is born from never knowing defeat. There is no word in Orosian for "submit" they fight to the death. 

The watchtower horn sounded, long and loud, echoed across the hills, the envoy was here. 

The city gates opened, the royal guard snapped to attention, expecting horse after horse, an entourage befitting a king, 

When the dust cleared, one man stood in the gates. 

No entourage, no escort, one man. 

He approached the steps where the king and queen sat, knelt and waited. 

When the whispers subsided he stood, and raised his eyes to meet the king and queen, and then everyone in the room, one by one, like a measure being taken. And every one under that gaze felt like someone had just walked over their grave. 

The man behind the gaze was a true specimen.

He was not a pretty thing by any means, he was a wall of a man, with scars and tattoos on every inch of exposed skin. Which was a lot. He wore boots, breeches, enough steel to arm a company of men, and a rag that could loosely be called a shirt. His hair was long and wild, he was a barbarian. His eyes were steel, and his gaze was long, his stare was far from polite, when he saw the princess Valanthea, his eyes shifted, from piercing to wonder, he finally spoke, his voice like a low growl, he said " milady, ive heard tales of your beauty, but clearly what my eyes tell me, is more than any story, it would be my honor to escort you to the prince and your new home"

The king rose, "we were expecting an envoy worthy of a princess, an escort capable of guaranteeing her safety until she crosses your borders, why sir, is there one man standing before me?" 

"Aye my lord," he replied, "we were told it was dangerous, and it involved the bride of our prince, so we sent an escort, me" 

"One man!" The king thundered. "My daughter is only worth one man, who are you sir to guarantee her safety?"

"I am the prince of Oros. You may call me Russ, father in law." He smiled into the silence. 

3 the journey 

The carriage ready, the two maidens approached the door, Russ himself opened it and extended his arm, 

"milady, ladies, no harm will ever come to you while I breathe, nor will you ever be forced into anything that breaks your will, we do no harm in Oros, you have my word" 

The king again asked, "are you sure you will take no guard"

Russ laughed. "Sire, im sure you know my name, by reputation alone."

The king replied, "everyone knows your name warrior, you have killed 15 men in single combat,"

"17" said russ, "as you say, your forrest can be a dangerous place, and it was a long walk" 

The gates closed behind them and an entire new life opened in front of them. 

The three of them walked towards destiny. 

Inside the carriage, Valanthea and Melindura were trying to make of the man they had just met. He seemed brave and bold, he was in a certain way, not handsome, but hard. Like a balloon filled with rocks, like his skin was too tight to fit, his every movement was strong and sure and fast. He handled the horses like he was one, and never touched a whip. His voice and his steady hands were enough to bond with the beasts driving their way, he was different, very different from any fancy nobleman they had seen sniffing flowers at court, brandishing play swords, and flouting confidence.. 

Russ just was. Like the seasons, he had a force of nature about him. He was wild, but calming at the same time. He said little and concentrated on the road. 

Valanthea saw Melindura's hand start to rub her thigh as she watched Russ drive the team, when they spoke about his back, the scars on it, the muscles rippling like waves when he moved, she could see her lover was excited by this strange man, Valanthea put her arm around Melindura's shoulder and held her close, every bump in the road brought a tingle, she could see her lovers hand moving faster and faster, hear her breathing more and more, felt her start to pant and moan, and felt her loves body quiver with release, her eyes closed, her hands gripped hard onto her clothes, Valanthea kissed her mouth hard, and whispered, "I know" and they held close. Both wondering what this new life would bring. They were together at least. The rest was unknown..

1. Nightfall

The carriage stopped with a slow "whoa" from Russ, the horses slowed, he hopped down from the drivers seat like he hadn't just spent a day on a hard bench, 

He opened the door, he said, with a grin "Ladies, I trust your trip wasn't too uncomfortable so far, we will make camp here tonight, its the safest place for miles, if you would....

He stopped speaking mid word. He sniffed the air, like a wolf in winter, his eyes shifted..

"Princess, milady Melindura, we are not alone. Please wait here."  He closed the door and walked into the clearing around the carriage, and waited. Stood still like an oak tree while the darkness intensified, the moon rose, and the wind picked up, his hair spun around his head, he resembled a wild beast, all muscle and tension, he waited. 

He could hear them long before he could see them, but he could see them soon enough, four brigands, in Russ's eyes, fumbling through the forest at an attempt at stealth. Clearly they had seen the carriage, and knew it contained wealth, they knew the road, they thought they knew the night.. what they did not know

was Russ already knew them.. 

A fat bald man with a great axe, a skinny little man with a bow, and two stocky looking lads with bright swords.. they smelled of death. And of fear. They reeked of badness.. 

To a warrior of Oros, this alone was a sin enough for death, but Russ was not in Oros. So this lot would have a chance.

He spoke first, "we have no fire to share here, best you look elsewhere for shelter" 

The fat man spoke back, 

"We saw your women, we saw your fancy wagon, maybe we just take some shelter there, and some fire from them fine ladies of yours" 

Russ could feel it happening, everything slowing down, the lust of battle reaching out and covering every inch of him, his muscles flooding with blood, his veins popping with his heartbeat, and smiling. 

He spoke "You have chosen death, may he welcome you to the fire, and you be redeemed in the next life "  and then he moved.

1. Wrath

From the carriage, Valanthea and Melindura held each other and watched the demon rise, they saw Russ stop the brigands, they saw him speak to them, 

Then it started,  and they saw a blur of Russ, the fat man had an axe, then he swung it at Russ, then russ had an axe, and the fat man was screaming on the ground clutching what was left of his belly, the skinny man with the bow went to draw it back, and then was looking for his hands, they and the bow were gone. The fat man's axe blossomed in his skull and Russ moved on, the two burly lads spread out, to come at him from either side, 

Rus flicked his hands and both of them died. Suddenly. It was like the knives were born in their necks and just got bigger. 

This all happened between the time lightning struck and thunder sounded. 

He wasn't even out of breath.  Russ opened the carriage door, "we are safe now," he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. 

1. Lust

Russ took a basin of water and started to wash his face and hands, to remove the stains of combat, it was dark, and he had just shown his peoples secret, they were warriors, he took off his rag of a shirt, and he could feel Valanthea's hand rubbing a cold cloth around his shoulders, he felt Melindura rub his back, he was still hard from combat and their touch lit him on fire, 

The princess leaned to him and whispered "thank you" and he said to them " I am yours for life, not for country, but for love, I was lost in your eyes when I first saw them princess, I would die for you." 

He kissed her mouth hard, Valanthea moaned and mounted him, sitting on his lap, trying to drive him deep inside her, Melindura leaned over and stroked Valanthea's chest and kissed Russ's neck, when Valanthea came to a shuddering stillness they gently lay her down, Russ lifted Melindura over her and lay her so they were looking in each others eyes, then he entered her, Melindura held Valanthea's hands nd stated looked into her beautiful brown eyes while russ enterd her again and again, and when she finally came, Russ pulled out of her and pressed himself between both women, they writhed together and touched and licked him, and felt his shaft get harder and harder and then he sprayed his lust in between the two of them, they collapsed into a heap of arm and leg and furs, they fell asleep in each others arms dreaming of what was coming next.. The morning will bring more...