Please note there is nsfw/ smut / lemon on this chapter, you can skip it by going directly to the last few paragraphs. *
Princess Trish and The Knight searched all over the festivities looking for Prince Giorno and could not find him anywhere. After looking all over the castle, finally, in the cigar room, it occurred to the princess where he might be and it made her stop mid-step. She realized she knew where the Prince would be all along. "Oh heavens! I know exactly where he is."
"Where is Prince Giorno?" Sir Bruno closed the door to the cigar room behind them.
"He must be by the frog pond." The princess knew her friend liked solitude and knew for a fact that's where they would find him.
"During his name day celebration?" Sir Bruno found it rather unusual a prince would be hiding in such a humble place. "Are you certain?"
"That's GioGio for you, he likes to be alone." She said and linked arms with the Knight not wasting any opportunity to be close to him, as they made their way to find the prince.
———————
The rose garden leading to the backwoods of the castle was situated in Prince Giorno's private quarter and only a few had access to it. Princess Trish knew her way around the area well and immediately spotted something unusual on the ground; she had spotted Prince Giorno's large ladybug pin underneath the shrubbery. "This is GioGio's favorite accessory piece and it was on the ground. I'm certain he must have worn it for the celebration. He has to be here somewhere."
Princess Trish lifted her long skirt pooling on the ground and looked around at the vast area behind the garden, then to the backwoods, then back to Sir Bruno who was following right behind.
"It's an enormous garden, my love, we could be waiting for a very long time. Are you sure you need to speak with Prince Giorno right this minute?" She picked up the shiny ladybug pin from the ground then blew air on it to dust it off and then pinned it on one of the folds of her skirt.
"I have to speak with him in regards to the Alliance." Sir Bruno did need to speak with Giorno in regards to the alliance but that's not the reason he needed to see him with such urgency. Bruno took a seat by leaning on the edge of the small marble fountain. The soft mist from the water splashing from above cooled the nape of his neck. "If you don't mind Princess, we will wait as long as it takes."
Princess Trish lifted the soft silks of her perfectly tailored dress and stepped on top of the fountain like a skilled cat and began to shout at the top of her lungs, trying to gain the Prince's attention. "GIOOOOGIOOOO!!!" Then turned to the other side of the garden, "GIORNOOOO!!!"
Sir Bruno couldn't help but chuckle.
The princess immediately stopped shouting, feeling self-conscious, and quickly jumped off the fountain landing next to her husband. "I am sorry my lord, that was not ladylike of me." The Princess covered her mouth with the threads of her long sleeves in shame of her wild behavior.
However, Bruno simply smiled back because he could not adore her more. "It's alright Princess, I don't mind." And helped her find her balance by holding her by the waist.
Princess Trish then uncovered her mouth, perplexed as the Knight did not seem turned off by her behavior. Perhaps the knight would love her wild, unladylike ways, perhaps she could just be herself around Sir Bruno. "You're not put off?" She held onto his strong biceps.
Bruno shook his head no. "Not at all." If it was possible, he liked her even more.
"Father says I'm incorrigible." She confessed as she looked down at her shoes, hoping she had not scratched them on the marble.
"I'm sure that is his way of keeping you safe, Princess." Sir Bruno assured the Princess, he assumed the King wanted nothing but the best for his daughter.
But Princess Trish knew better than to simply assume the best about her father and scoffed, "Father? Keep me safe?" She shook her head. The princess looked into the vast distance of the woods. "My father has no love for me, Sir Bruno." She looked around the garden, making sure no one was around to listen but felt safe knowing this was a part of Prince Giorno's private quarters. "I do not exist to him, as far as he knows I do not have a heart nor feelings…" The princess paused and looked at sir Bruno's beautiful, deep ocean-blue eyes. "I'm but a small piece of wood, carved and placed in the right position of his little game of chess against the world."
At this moment Sir Bruno felt cruel, the Princess felt no more valuable than an object, a small and insignificant piece of a board game. He felt responsible, he had been a player in that game. The fact that he loved her wholeheartedly didn't matter, he had used her too. He hoped the Princess could someday find it in her heart to forgive him.
"Have I overwhelmed you, Sir Bruno? Have I said too much?" Princess Trish broke the silence, the chatter and music of the party could be heard low in the distance, a mile away but the garden was silent.
The Knight's stoic posture softened. "No, Princess. You haven't said too much." Bruno noticed the beautiful garden of rose and red-colored roses belonging to Prince Giorno surrounding them. In the middle of all of the beauty displayed upon him, stood his wife, Princess Trish, more beautiful than the entire garden of roses. The princess belonged there, in that perfect place, with the man she was truly in love with. "I'm sorry you have not had much control of your destiny Princess, life has been cruel…But everything you ever wanted will be yours. I'll give you my word."
The Princess was overjoyed for she thought The Knight wanted to share a long life filled with happiness together. She quickly laced her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him, but the knight looked down in shame and she missed his lips and kissed his cheekbone. "I have full faith in you, my love."
His face was now accidentally resting on her soft breasts. A cruel temptation, his ears felt hot and his face flushed red. Suddenly he wanted to kiss her there. They waited in silence for a few moments, as the princess caressed the top of his head, carefully tracing her fingers along his thick black braid adorning his head.
"This is a beautiful braid, my love." She continued to run her fingers in his silky smooth hair. "Did you braid this yourself?" She complimented him as she leaned her leg on top of his thick muscular thigh, partially straddling him.
Sir Bruno nodded, trapped in her bosom. She smelled wonderful, the natural scent of her sweat, mixed with the perfume-oil smelling of wildflowers.
She pulled his face with her fingertips towards her. "It's lovely." And kissed his lips, now a shade pinker due to his arousal.
It was impossible to resist her. He kissed her knowing it was perhaps a moral gray area. She was married to him, but her heart belonged to someone else.
The way the young princess looked at him as if nothing else mattered in the world, the way she kissed him so lovingly, each kiss more sensual than the last, he couldn't ignore it. His body responded to her, as she was undeniably desirable and she wanted him, he simply could not resist her.
Bruno finally caved and kissed her lips and immediately felt the rush of dopamine hit his brain like a deep ocean wave coming to shore to pull him into the sea. He kissed her again, for another hit, and again and again unable to stop. It didn't matter if she loved Giorno, in this moment she wanted him and he wanted her.
He sucked on her lower lip from desperation, surrendering to his natural desire for the Princess. She then gently let herself fully lean on his lap, and gently ground on him while she caressed his neck. The knight pressed his tongue against hers, in a rhythmic dance, savoring her, tasting her saliva. Her hot breath on his nose became shallow letting him know she was also becoming aroused.
Unable to stop their natural urges, he pulled her closer and closer by the waist, and then he lowered his grip and pulled her by her hips, closer to his body. The knight trickled kisses down her soft neck, drinking in the scent of her soft hair as it kept falling to the side of her face. Unable to think or rationalize his actions, the knight followed a primitive instinct he'd followed before with others, others who didn't matter… But his feelings for the princess were on another level. Drunk with love and lust it was impossible not to get carried away. He simply couldn't stop his lips from connecting with hers.
He remembered the saltiness that had tempted him before, and so he kissed her neck again with a vengeance, gently licking and sucking.
Princess Trish was lost in every new wonderful sensation her body was feeling, she had never been on the receiving end of such passionate kissing. It was flattering to feel so wanted. She was curious and eager to see what happened next, she pressed him against her chest remembering how delicious his tongue had felt on her breasts earlier. Craving more and more of the sensual sensation the knight awakened in her body. She'd been sown into the luxurious gown, but at this moment she was willing to rip it open for him. Pulling on her corset, she wanted to pull it down and feel more contact from Bruno, but she only managed to squish her breasts together and made it harder to breathe.
By the princess's failure to undress the top of her dress Bruno desperately pressed the palms of his hands against the corset running the heel of hands up and down her breasts. The fabric on top of her bosom was hard and stiff, it frustrated him, he wanted to feel her soft flesh and caress it. He looked back into her eyes for a moment and confirmed what they both wanted. She pressed her hot, moistened lips against his and pulled on the neck of his white linen shirt so she could uncover his chest and kissed it in a frenzy. Bruno then carefully tried to maneuver his hand inside the corset, but it was no use as it was completely shut.
"Just rip it." She whispered, feeling bold. It wasn't a wise choice, but the feeling was too strong. She couldn't wait any longer. The night was too long. "Just rip it open, Bruno." And kissed the cool skin of his jawline.
Bruno then connected his lips with hers. "Someone will see us, Princess." He said, trying to bring back reason.
"I know a place where we can go," She said and pecked his lips before getting up from his lap.
Bruno thought for a moment, he should do the right thing, push her off, and continue searching for Prince Giorno.
"I love you." She said and made his chest swell with happiness, and then she kissed his lips giving him another hit, making his brain cloudy. "Come with me." And as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the rose bushes, the thorns scratched on her silk garments and carefully decorated long pink locks. The Princess looked down at the newly formed scratches on the foreign silk, and said, "I don't care". She continued to press forward until she reached the other side of the shrubbery.
On the other side of the garden was the small frog pond, and taking advantage that Prince Giorno was nowhere to be seen, Princess Trish looked for the perfect spot she'd often frequented as a child. The largest possible tree in the kingdom with equally large roots rose from the ground to make the perfect hiding spot for children. Tonight it would serve as a bed for young lovers.
Princess Trish released Bruno's hand and sat on the edge of the trunk of wood and anticipating what was about to come, she shyly waited for Bruno to sit next to her.
The bright white moonlight illuminated the princess's pretty face, her skin glistened with sweat. Sir Bruno walked up to her and started to slowly remove the pieces of leaves that had stuck to her hair when she was crossing the rose bushes. He placed a lock of her pink hair between his fingertips and felt its soft texture and kissed it goodbye. He loved her, all of her.
"I love you." She said again, this time a worried look painted on her youthful face, wrinkles that had never been formed before marked her face. "You haven't said it back for a long time now." It made her uneasy. "I love you, Bruno." She said it again, certain of her feelings. Even if it seemed Sir Bruno didn't love her the way she loved him, she couldn't help it.
But the knight didn't say it back and remained silent. He continued to admire her beauty, engraving her image in his memory while playing with the lock of her hair. He felt the Princess had made the best of her situation. If she had any love for him it was out of obligation and it saddened him. The feelings the princess reciprocated for him felt bittersweet and unnatural. The love he felt for her was the most natural, most genuine feeling he'd ever felt.
"Sir Bruno?" She called him Sir, again. "Do you love me?"
Bruno gazed into her eyes, "The word love doesn't begin to describe how I feel about you, Trish."
"Then show me…" She said and slowly pulled him close by her soft hands on his neck. "Show me, Bruno."
He caressed her face with the palm of his hand slowly combing with his fingers her soft, delicate, impossibly perfect features. The hints of blue and green from her pupils flickering against the moonlight reflected from the pond onto her pretty face.
"Ribbit-ribbit." The frogs softly echoed in the background and let themselves be known, breaking the silence. Hopping around the floating petals of the pond they made little splashing noises.
"Show me." She said in desperation and bit her lip, she kissed his neck softly, wanting him.
Meanwhile, Bruno's head was filled with every proper definition of "consummation." He couldn't consummate anything with her, he would ruin her chances of being with Prince Giorno, but maybe, on a technical level, he could still show her. Was he crazy? Was he some perverse fool drunk in love? Thinking of a pathetic technicality so he could be with the Princess?
But when he looked into the princess's eyes, her eyelids halfway down, as he'd seen this look before on others, he knew exactly what it meant. More than anything he wanted to show the princess how he felt for her. He wanted to give her everything she wanted and right now she wanted pleasure.
Bruno then placed himself between her legs and started to feel under her skirt for the opening of the silks and found her legs, then trailed with his hands upwards slowly, softly caressing her legs with his fingertips and the back of his knuckles. "I'll show you, Princess." He said in a sensuous yet soft tone.
The princess helped him by pulling up the threads of her skirt, while slowly caressing his jaw and chin. "I want to know, I want you to show me." She said softly.
Bruno was fixated on the sensuality of her body, avoiding her eyes, afraid of becoming even more bewitched by the lovely shades of green and blue. He playfully wandered the area with his fingers between her legs until reaching her innermost private area. A quick moan escaped from her lips, as he placed his hand on her, he felt her tense up, then kissed her neck in an attempt to relax her. He softly caressed the warm and saturated area. At this moment he knew that she wanted him and only him for she put her arms around his shoulders and placed her leg over his hip, giving him more room to explore her. "Bruno" She called out his name, and no one else's.
Bruno continued caressing between her legs and with the help of his other hand, he pulled down her knickers, exposing her pelvic area completely to him. His hand went back to the spot he'd been caressing, now feeling his skin against her groin. He slipped one single finger between the groove and felt his finger become slick with her liquids, her nectar. His rose offered herself fully to him. He caressed her inner walls with his middle finger, giving the Princess little waves of pleasure between her legs.
The princess was fascinated by his ministrations, she'd never been so in love, she'd never felt anything like it before. She felt safe and loved, which only added to the pleasure coming from the areas the knight touched.
The knight continued to caress her with his finger, between her legs, now playing with the specific area he knew would bring her the most blissful pleasure. With his other hand, he helped her leg relax, as he continued to rub the swollen area between her legs. He looked back at her face and kissed the rosy-red lips swollen from erotic excitement, then sucked and licked them wanting to taste her.
The princess whimpered and closed her legs as she was quickly coming to a climax, her first-ever. Bruno felt a sense of shameless pride being the first to ever bring her into this state of sensual bliss.
But he wasn't done showing her his desire and love for her.
Pressing forward, he removed his hand and then licked her nectar from his fingers. He wanted to taste his beautiful flower and keep pleasing her. Bruno kissed her lips for a moment, allowing her to catch and normalize her shallow breaths. He slowly trailed kisses down her jaw and neck and was once again stopped by the dreadful (beautiful) corset pushing her breasts together. He couldn't rip it apart, the princess had to walk back into the castle. So he pulled on the lace, gently but firmly until he was able to scoop out the mounds of flesh at least halfway through.
Enough of the lace had been pulled down so that her excited pink nipples peeked on top of the corset. He immediately nursed and licked any discomfort she may have felt during the struggle. He drew circles around the soft, protruding bits of flesh with the tip of his fingers, then lowered himself and flicked them with the tip of his tongue. The warm sensation from his naked tongue on her skin quickly turned cold from the cool breeze of the night.
"Bruno, I-I love you." She moaned in response. His ministrations on her breasts made her miss his attention between her legs, and so she opened them to signal this.
He whispered a breathy "I love you too." His voice was broken with erotic excitement.
"Say it again." She said and she leaned back, enjoying the delicious waves he created on her breasts with his fingers. "Show me your love."
He loved her, his body burned with desire for her, a desire he'd never felt for anyone else before. His face was now hiding under the length of his hair falling on his own face, but he continued to slowly flick her excited nipples emphasizing his feelings. "I love you." Then quickly lifted his hands from her breasts and pulled on her skirts, he had to taste her. He had to taste the nectar from his beautiful rose.
Bruno gently spread her legs open and buried his face between her legs, and started to eat her inner thighs savoring the different ways in which he could pleasure her. Tasting every bit of her flesh, working his way back to her groin. He delicately placed her legs over his shoulder and held them in place.
Once he began he couldn't stop. He tasted the honey liquid pouring from between her legs, he lapped his tongue between her folds and caressed the area back and forth. His hair became matted with sweat and stuck to his forehead and cheeks, then used one hand to slick it back and around his ear and then went right back to eating her.
No one had ever cared for the Princess in this way before, the line between love and ecstasy had become a blur. Her love for the Knight grew exponentially by the second, with every lick and kiss.
Bruno could feel the muscles on the Princess's abdomen contract, signaling she was about to finish. Her virgin body didn't take too long to respond to his touch. He knew exactly how to care for her and so he continued with the same movement with his tongue pressed against her clitoris, faster and deeper until she reached her peak.
She screamed in pleasure and tried to push him away, but Bruno knew if he continued his ministrations for a couple more seconds he could bring her even greater bliss. His love for her was beyond limits, and so he had to show her. As she pulled away, he forced her in place and penetrated her with his tongue deeper, and deeper, making her scream harder and louder.
She couldn't take it anymore, she screamed in both great pleasure and feeling overwhelmed. She bit her lower lip then she pressed her legs together locking the knight's head between her legs, unable to take any more from him.
He finally removed himself from inside her and cleaned his lips and his face against the fabric of his sleeve. He covered her up by pulling the silks of her skirt down and layed next to her until she caught her breath.
Once the Princess had come down from the high, she smiled and shyly hugged Sir Bruno hiding her face. "I want to do that again and again, for the rest of our lives." She laughed and continued catching her breath.
Bruno could live the rest of his days buried between her legs if she let him, but that wasn't in the cards for them. He urgently needed to speak with the prince before anything more happened. He had failed miserably at returning the Princess untouched.
"Where is that Giorno?" Bruno asked rhetorically, feeling like he was running out of moral fiber.
The Princess smiled, feeling adventurous. "He's not here." Then mounted sir Bruno. She wanted to continue feeling his "love". She quickly separated the two pieces of fabric connecting his pants and trousers and skillfully and very quickly undid the lace holding his pants up. She began searching for his manhood beneath his trousers.
"N-No, Trish." Bruno tried to protest but he was completely turned on by the Princess who wanted to ravish him. His body betrayed him, his mind wanted to push her away, but his body, his body wanted nothing more than to be inside of her.
She uncovered his manhood and smiled victoriously, then stroked it with her hand, up and down spreading his liquids down his shaft. The princess wanted to show her love for him too.
"Ooh…" Sir Bruno closed his eyes, feeling pleasure from the young princess' novice ministrations on him. What the princess lacked in experience she more than made up for in eagerness. "Princess… D-Don't…" He simply melted with pleasure, for the princess wanted to please him. The knight craved her attention on his body and wanted more and more contact, he pulled her hair back and kissed her with passion.
She lifted her garments once more and pressed her pelvic area against sir Bruno's. Following her instincts and desire, she held his erection between her legs and rubbed his hardened member against all the areas he'd caressed before.
"My love, I want to show you…" She said, clumsily pleasuring him as a true beginner, attempting to please him the way he'd pleased her.
He simply adored her, he grabbed her face and cupped it and licked her lips, feeling tremendous pleasure as she explored her inner legs with his dick. He then stopped kissing her, afraid she was getting closer and closer to her vaginal area, the true consummation of the marriage. Bruno exhaled a hot breath on her. "Princess, you're killing me… "
"I love you." She said innocently and sweetly, excusing her actions out of love and rubbed him back and forth on her excited flesh, the way he'd previously shown her how to do it with his tongue. She found the spot, then screamed a loud moan. Her eyes closed, then she sucked and bit his lips in need of relief from the pleasure.
He pushed her away for he had accidentally finished inside her.
"Fuck." He whispered.
He held her pelvic area away from the semen he'd spilled and quickly pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned her legs, then himself.
She kept pressing her lips on him, with her eyes closed blissfully unaware of his panic. "Forget about Giorno, let's go home." She purred, then laid on his chest and caressed it, still high on the endorphins.
As the Knight tried to catch his breath and began to notice the refreshing cool breeze on his body covered in his and the princess' sweat, he felt the warmth of the princess' soft body resting on his chest. Pleasure and peace all melting into an experience the knight had never felt before. Everything felt right with the world. Maybe all of this had been a sign. Their breathing synchronized like waves in the ocean temporarily woven together to form a larger, stronger wave. The Princess seemed genuinely happy in his arms, at the very least she was sexually attracted to him.
And as for his feelings for her, they'd become crystal clear. She was his home.
He tightened the grip on her. "I love you, Trish." And kissed the top of her head.
"Love you too, Bruno." The Princess mumbled, feeling sleepy and nuzzled under the nook of his neck.
The Knight looked at the sky beyond the leafy tree they'd made a bed out of. The stars were his witness, she had wanted him and he had fallen deeply in love with her.
————
Moments earlier by the rose garden.
————
In a heated conversation two figures pushed and pulled on each other.
"I can't keep doing this Giorno." The figure pushed Prince Giorno away.
"I'm just asking you for a little while longer… Why can't you see things from my perspective?" Prince Giorno opened his arms, begging the figure for understanding.
"If they didn't marry you to her, they will marry you to another… someone who won't understand… I can't do this anymore. It's too dangerous…" The figure continued to walk backward trying to get some space but was now cornered against the wall of roses.
"Please? I need you by my side." Prince Giorno tried to rest his hands on the figure's shoulder but was pushed back, his ladybug pin fell off from the friction, but Giorno was too distraught to notice. "I beg of you, just give me a little bit more time. I'll speak to my father."
The figure shook and shook their face no. "Last time we got caught I was sent to jail for 8 months, I was placed with murderers and rapists … I can't… I'm sorry Giorno." The figure walked away from Giorno in the opposite direction. "I have to go. We've been here too long, people will start to suspect."
"I know what they did to you, I will do something against these ridiculous laws… I just can't bear it. I cannot bear the thought of you leaving." Prince Giorno stood still but continued to persuade.
"I don't care if they send me to jail again, Giorno… " The figure looked down at the ground in extreme displeasure. "I'm no one… I'm nothing… Can you imagine what they would have done to you if they found out?"
Prince Giorno was speechless for he knew and he didn't want to admit it.
"They would have your head mounted on a spike, they would hang your corpse in front of the cathedral on display for everyone to see…" The figure found it hard to breathe after speaking their truth. "I can't GioGio! I can't!"
"I know…" Prince Giorno wanted to put his arms around the figure but was once again pushed away.
The figure then sprinted for the woods, Prince Giorno followed them behind, unable to let them go.
"Mistaaaa!"- Prince Giorno shouted.