Hello and welcome to my fan fiction The Seduction of the Stolen Princess. There will be some adult content, so no children please. I welcome all reviews including flames. Reviews let me know there is interest in my story, so please leave one if you want me to continue. Otherwise enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or its characters.
In the dimly lit space of her privet chambers, Princess Hitomi Kanzaki sat with her legs crossed on the edge of her bed. It was more of a prison, really. A space where she was kept if she was good, a space where she was removed from and put into the catacombs if she was bad. She had caught a bad chest cough from her last stint in the makeshift dungeons for biting her captor's face during a passionate embrace, so she'd promised herself, if only for the sake of her country, that after that miserable week spent in the stinking underbelly of the castle she would be very good from then on.
The slender tapers on the wall were still in the unmoving air, the red velvet curtains motionlessly concealed the doors to the veranda like a deep dark secret. She looked over at the grand clock on the other side of the room. One hour until midnight. He would not be arriving just yet.
Hitomi rose from her sitting position, long legs exposed by the waist-high slit in her pretend negligee, and stood before a full length mirror, studying her appearance. Her chocolate brown hair ran loose down her back, touching the curve of her round behind. A few strands touched she shoulders, one thin strap of her dress had fallen, revealing a tender bar of flesh. The neckline of her gown plunged down to her navel, barely protecting her full breasts from the cold air of the chamber.
She ran a slender hand down between the valley of those fleshing mounds, admiring their perfect shape. The loose black silk flowed gracefully down her body, clinging like a second skin. The high heels of her shoes were designed to compliment the length of her legs and left no reasonable structure for her to walk on. It was perfect.
If all went as planned, she would be home free by morning.
The Stolen Princess strolled over to her desk and flipped open her diary. The thick build of the furniture matched the decor, a decadent harem. The little book, a black vinyl-bound rectangle, opened to the page where she had written about that first night with him, the first night she had been so naked…so scared…so complete.
It occurred so suddenly that I don't think either of us knew it was happening. As he buried his head in my neck, I looked over onto the floor and saw my skirt thrown on the embroidered rug. I thought, 'I should be wearing that, shouldn't I?' But then there were no more words, no more thoughts, as we became one…
She slammed the cover shut, dismissing her naïve words. There had been no purpose in that night, only passion, but there was purpose now. They both knew it, and she did not intend to let him wave away her request like he had before, patronizing her like a child.
"I will think on it," he would say as she trailed kissed down his naked chest.
Tonight would be different, though. She had practiced what she would say a hundred times, a thousand times, until the words became a part of her mouth, embedded in her tongue.
She moved again to the bed and prepared to sit when the door swung open wide. She jumped at the sound, the hairs on the back of her next prickling uncomfortably. There he stood, his chest heaving, his eyes dark, mouth pressed into a line.
She regained her composure as he slammed the door shut and bolted the lock.
"Van, I have something I need to discuss--"
"Was he in here?" he cut her off.
She backed into the bed and sat, letting the folds of her dress top open a little.
"It's about what we talked about last--"
"Was he in here!" he was in her face now, heated bodies pressed together. She opened her legs to his stance, more to maintain comfort than erotica.
"WHO!" she screamed back.
"That fuck bag, Allen!"
"No! I don't know what you're talking about!"
He calmed suddenly at her words, and let his eyes take in what she was wearing. They trailed from the red of her lips to the secret places hidden under her dress. His mouth curved into a seductive smile, the one she could never say no to. He lifted his shirt over his head, muscles rippling beneath his soft golden skin. He spread her legs further and climbed between them on the bed.
"No, of course not…" the words flowed from his mouth like honey. "You're all mine."
Their mouths met, bare skin on naked skin, the straps of her dress fell like rain to her sides, they melted into each other, and she was his.
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