Her Anchor (141 page)

He went to call out to them and noticed that his mouth had been gagged. However, he was still able to scream out a muffled few words towards the two men. They attempted to open their eyes but they were swollen shut and bleeding. Victor saw that and began to struggle more fiercely. If they were willing to do that to two underlings of the King, there is no saying what these people would do to the crowned Prince.

Just as he thought this the door in the corner of the room slammed open and he immediately pretended to be asleep. He was hoping that maybe if he wasn’t awake, they wouldn’t bother him. Victor was wrong, very wrong. The first man that had walked into the room made a beeline for the wooden bed that he was tied to. As Victor laid perfectly still trying to control his breathing the man reached down and firmly slapped him across the face.

“Wake up, Prince.” Victor could handle being slapped. In fact, he had even asked for it a number of times in bed. However, he didn’t like the tone of the man’s voice when he said “Prince.” There was so much hatred and disgust in the way he said it. “It’s time for the fun to begin.” He slapped him again and began untying the rope on his wrists and ankles. As soon as the rope was undone on his wrists Victor snapped up and grabbed the man by the throat and began to throttle him.

“You had better watch your tone when you speak to me, you sorry excuse for a man.” With the gag in his mouth it came out rather muffled, but he felt that his eyes got the message across. The man struggled to get away from his grasp, but couldn’t break free. The other man that had walked into the room laughed as his compatriot struggled and cheered Victor on as he began to see the color drain from the man’s face. At that moment a third person burst into the room and their demanding voice caused everyone to freeze.

“Just what in the hell is happening here?” Victor didn’t release the man, but loosened his grip slightly so that he was able to regain a bit of breath. However, the other man who had been laughing snapped to attention and turned towards the door saluting as he did so. “Put your hand down, you buffoon.” The man slowly lowered his hand as the person walked into the room.

A hand came swinging in and slapped at Victor’s hand causing him to release the man’s throat. The man fell to the floor gasping and clutched at his bruised neck. Victor looked up and found himself staring up at the woman he had been following. He reached out to touch her and he watched as her eyes also seemed to light up. Her eyes quickly darted to her two soldiers in the room and she gently pressed his arm back down onto the bed.

“That’s enough of that.” She held on to his hand for a moment and turned back around and looked at the man that was standing at attention and the man that was still sitting on the floor. “Take those two to the questioning room. I need time alone with the prince.” The man who was crumpled on the floor stood up and they both bowed in unison, ushering the two spies out of the room. Victor yelled for them through the mouth gag, but the woman placed a finger to her lips to quiet him. As they left the room she finished untying his ankles and removed the gag.

“What are you going to do to those men, they are my men and I will see that no more harm comes to them.” The woman laughed and extended her hand. “What is this?”

“A handshake. My name is Meredith and I am one of the leaders of the uprising.” Victor sat dumbstruck and looked back at Meredith without speaking. She looked down at her hand and back at him. He awkwardly reached out and shook her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, truly. I understand that this is a bit awkward, but I’ve admired you ever since we were young.” Victor found his voice as she said this.

“I’m sorry, what?” Meredith began to walk around the room, inspecting various features as she spoke.

“Every time you and your father would ride through the town. Your father took great care to make sure the city always looked peaceful.” Meredith picked up a piece of bread from one of the plates that had been near the two men that were tied up. “He used to send the Royal Guards ahead of you and usher away any beggars or orphans.” Victor shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“No, that can’t be true. My father is cruel, but he cared for his kingdom. I know that to be the truth.” Meredith threw her head back and laughed. Victor was frustrated by this, but had no real recourse.

“Oh, Victor. You saw it with your own eyes tonight.” She turned and looked at him, smiling. “I know you were there watching me with the children.” Victor blushed. He had thought he was being so careful. He thought that he was completely unseen, and yet she had been the one that was waiting for him so she could knock him out. He instinctively reached up to massage the spot on the back of his head. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I went a bit hard.” Meredith walked across the room and came face to face with Victor. “Let me take a look.”

Victor turned slightly on the bed so that Meredith was able to get a better look at his head. Her fingers gently played along his scalp and massaged the knot on the back of his head. Victor felt his eyes closing because of how gentle she was being. She chuckled and stopped, grabbing him by the sides of his face. She leaned in and kissed him, their lips interlocking and eyes closing. She stood, kissing him for a moment and pulled away.

“Let’s get your mind off of that bump, shall we?”

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Meredith leaned in again and kissed Victor as he adjusted himself once again on the edge of the bed so that he had a better angle. She fit herself in between his legs and her hands tangled themselves in his hair as they got more and more intense with the kissing. Their tongues lapped against each other and their lips became almost as if they were connected together.

Victor broke away and began to kiss Meredith’s neck, his hands shifted from his sides and made their way to her back where he began unfastening the straps on the back of her shirt. The loosely tied strings fall gracefully and he pulled the soft fabric off over her head. When he removed the shirt he came face to face with her breasts.

They were like two small porcelain mounds and Victor couldn’t help but reach out to grab them. As he did so, Meredith’s head fell back and she moaned for him to slow down. She took her hands out of his hair and grabbed his hands and placed them back on her hips. Victor wasn’t used to being told that he couldn’t have something. He had become so comfortable with just taking everything and a woman telling him he couldn’t have her body was a new experience. One that he quite liked.

So, with his hands on her hips he continued to kiss her neck and felt her body slowly become covered in goosebumps as his lips lapped at her slightly sweaty skin. He tasted the salt on her skin and wanted more so he continued to kiss her and made his way towards her nipples where he had just been shooed away from. But, his old mentality kicked in and he couldn’t help but try. As he neared her supple breasts she reached up again and lifted his chin so that he was eye to eye with her.

“Not so fast, lover boy. I’m not like the other women you’ve been with.” She began to caress his face and playfully twirled his hair around her finger. “I know what you do to women you sleep with. You love them,” she stopped playing and backed away. “And you leave them.” Meredith pushed him back onto the bed and picked up her shirt so that she could put it back on. Victor sprang forward and grabbed the shirt from her hand so that they were both struggling to try and get a hold of it.

“You don’t know me. I know what the people must think. But I have never sought out a woman before.” With a strong tug he pulled the shirt from her grasp and held it behind his back as she reached out for it. “I want nothing more than to be with you.” Meredith stopped making grabs for the shirt and took a step back, her hands firmly planted on her hips.

“You don’t even know what you’re implying, prince.” Victor held the shirt out as a peace offering and Meredith tentatively reached out to grab it. Victor allowed her to take it, but held his hands up to stop her from putting it on.

“I know exactly what I’m implying.” Victor took a step forward and Meredith dropped the shirt to the floor. His hands grabbed and cupped her butt and he lifted her into the air, their lips connecting for a kiss as he turned and walked back towards the bed with her in his arms. Meredith giggled as they walked.

Victor stood her up so that she was standing next to the bed and turned her so that she was facing the bed. With one hand he bent her over at the waist so that her ass was sitting out prominently. His other hand went to work at unfastening her belt and pants. She bent over patiently and with both hands he slowly pulled her pants down over her ass so that her pussy and ass were out. Without hesitation, even before the pants hit the floor, Victor began to eat her out.

His tongue teased at her lips and clit as Meredith’s hands darted for the bed and for something to grab onto. Her fingers curled up in the small fur that was laid across the bed and she moaned loudly. Victor lifted his hands up and spread her ass cheeks so that he had better access, his tongue lapping at her pussy. With his fingers he began to probe and tease her asshole as well.

Meredith’s moans turned to screaming as Victor shifted from merely licking the exterior and plunged his tongue deep inside her. His stubble tickled at her inner thighs and she could feel herself close to coming. Her body shook with anticipation and goosebumps cascaded across her body as every muscle in her body simultaneously tensed up and let out the most pleasurable feeling she had ever felt.

Victor continued to finger and lick her ass and vagina and she couldn’t help but pull away, even though she loved every moment of it. She stood up and turned to face Victor who was still on his knees, his chin wet. She bent over and lifted him to his feet and kissed him, licking herself off of him. She had never done anything like that before but she loved the feeling. Shifting places she shoved Victor onto the bed.

She made quick work of his pants and shirt and threw them both across the room. Meredith then began to shower his body in kisses before she got down to the real business. Victor took the opportunity to tease at her nipples and fondle her tits as she worked her way down his body. It didn’t take long before she had made her way down to his abdomen and got down to the shaft of his dick. She took a moment to take it in. The rumors were certainly true, the women weren’t only interested in his money.

Meredith took the shaft of his cock in one hand and began to lick the tip as she stroked it. Victor laid back onto the bed and allowed her full power over him. She stroked his shaft until he was hard and with her other hand cupped his balls and played with them slightly, her tongue flicking and licking the head. Victor moaned with each flick and Meredith smiled each time.

She only teased him for a moment before putting his dick into her mouth. Her tongue led it deep back into her throat where she gagged on it slightly. She had handled a few dicks in her time, but this one certainly was the largest. She would have to change up her game plan with this one. Focusing on stroking his dick while sucking on the head proved to work as Victor reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. He didn’t force anything, but rather held her back, making sure that she took her time.

For a few moments she did this, one hand working the shaft, her saliva running down keeping it lubricated, the other juggled his balls as he held her head in place and very gently thrusted slightly in and out of her mouth. He kept his voice low but Meredith knew exactly what he had said: “Fuck me.”

Meredith slurped up any excess spit she had left on his dick and stood up. Victor shifted so that he was fully on the bed and allowed room for Meredith as she made her way on top of him. Her strong thighs mounted him and without much hesitation at all Victor had slid inside Meredith, her breath getting caught up in her throat.

His dick immediately began to throb inside her tight pussy, her legs slowly shifting and thrusting over his crotch. Her hands were firmly planted on his chest and her fingers grasped at his chest hair as their bodies became like one fluid creation. His hands caressed her thighs as they shifted, his fingers kneading the muscles that felt like cords of metal.

Her hair bounced with each thrust and Victor nearly came twice just by getting lost and distracted in the curls the bounded down in front of her face. He would fight it back each time, knowing that he didn’t want this to end and would do everything he could to make sure that it wouldn’t stop. So, he closed his eyes and thought of turnoffs as Meredith threw back her head and shouted.

Their sweat ran together and after a few moments Meredith shifted so that she was no longer holding herself up but was rather laying on top of him. Victor’s hips raised up and he began to thrust more vigorously. Their bodies shook simultaneously and Victor felt himself release inside her, her muscles tensed up and relaxed, shaking slightly from the exertion. They both sighed heavily and panted slightly, catching their breath from that exchange.