"Are you sure I won't be arrested?" She asked for the eighth time.

"Yes, Ward. If anyone gets in trouble, it will only be me." I chuckled at her nervousness as I watched the patrol pass by the door to the larder. "Now!" I whispered sharply. Grabbing Ward's hand, I sprinted for the door. I knew well enough how to soften my footfalls, but I hadn't thought of my compatriot. Her slippers smattered on the stone floor as she stumbled behind me. I caught the eye of the gaurd turning around at the noise just before I pulled Ward into the room and shut the door.

"We're caught!" She whispered to me, but there was no time to argue. I grabbed her around the waist, pushed her to the floor, and slid her under one of the wine racks like stowed luggage. I got to see her flustered, embarrassed expression just before she went in. I knew from my last wine caper that I wouldn't fit under the racks myself, too broad of shoulders.

I scanned the room in search of a hiding spot, settling on a stack of barrels. I scooted one a few inches and squeezed behind it just as I heard the door open, and footsteps lead inside. They grew closer, coming directly for my hiding spot as I cursed silently. Fingngers peaked in-between the barrels, and just as I thought the jig was up, they slipped back followed by a heavy thud against the stone floor. 

I poked my head out to see the gaurd, who I knew as Matty, slumped against the floor completely passed out. Ward was slid half out from under the rack, her hand outstretched. "Did you hit him?" I asked in utter disbelief. She was easily 8 feet away, and I couldn't see anything she might have thrown.

"No no, I just cast a spell to make him sleep..." Ward said, carrying a tone used by children who know they've done wrong, but aren't sure to what degree they'll be punished. I snorted in incredulous laughter.

"That's a bit over the top, Ward." I said as she crawled out of her spot, looking down in shame. "We better leave a note so he knows it was us and doesn't raise the castle defenses when he wakes."

"I'm so sorry your majesty. Please punish me however you see fit." She grovelled, standing now with her hands folded over her naval and her head bowed.

"Hogwash." I replied as I pinned some parchment to a barrel and wrote my note. "This is hilarious, and Matty will only want to prank you back!" I slid the note into his leather helmet, pinned against his sleeping cheek.

"Y-yes, m'lady." Ward said, her smile betraying her. I knew she could have a good time the moment I saw her.

"Now," I said, rubbing my hands together and looking through the racks of wine. "There's something special I want to show you..." Ward lit up at that, beaming with delight. My stomach fluttered. "Here!" I exclaimed as I found just the bottle I wanted. Plucking it from the slot, I read the label allowed.

"Oh dear," said Ward, balking. "That bottle is best for the spring, not fall, and it should be paired with dried meats, a-and-" I cut her off with a raised finger, immediately understanding why my father loved to do that.

"This is the best stuff to get you the most hammered and still taste decent." I said as a matter of fact. Ward grumbled something, and I grinned at her. "You sure know a lot about wine for a servant."

"Well, I was educated at The Magnus Academy of Arcane Arts. I had my fair share of exposure to... High society, as it were." She sounded almost ashamed, like I had caught her in a lie.

"Whatever." I said bluntly. "They tried filling my head with all that nonsense when I was a girl, but I didn't let them. Kept enough room for things like blades, strategy, and drinking!" I raised the bottle as punctuation.

Ward smiled despite herself, and my efforts were also rewarded with that beautiful melody that is her laugh. It was a bubbly sound, bursting from her mouth like steam from water. Her eyes squinted and she raised her hand to cover her mouth, hiding her smile. At first I resisted the immense urge to pull her hand down, but quickly gave in. Her smile turned to a blush as our eyes met and we shared a moment over Matty.

Clearing my throat, I stepped over him and made for the door. "So, shall we get drunk?" I asked her, my hand outstretched. She stepped over the slumped, snorring man and placed her small, soft hand in my calloused palm, and we tore off.

It was hours before I managed to get us both properly tipsy. I stumbled into the cool, night air and hit the ground, quickly realizing I'd fallen into a bed of hay. Of course, since I had Ward's hand in mine, she came down with me. Her face instantly flushed as she fell on top of me, her eyes darting from my own, to my chest touching hers, and then off to the side as she fruitlessly attempted to be invisible. I chuckled knowingly, and put my hand to her cheek. I forced our eyes to meet, the smile in mine contrasting with the excitement and fear in hers. "Princess, we..." She started, but I cut her off with a thumb on her lips.

"Don't ruin it by thinking." I responded, then wrapped her in my arms and kissed her like a long-time lover. She yelped, then she melted like chocolate in my mouth. I felt her finally relax into my embrace after a night of beating against her emotional walls, and the curves of her body pressed into mine. I couldn't help a gentle moan of approval as she opened her mouth for me. Our tongues danced and writhed as I rolled us over to get on top of her. I didn't care that we were rolling around in dirty hay. All I could think of was her lips, her body, and wanting to be inside both.

My hands began to gather and lift her dress when she suddenly broke away from the best kiss I'd ever had. She didn't look excited any more, just scared and worried. I stopped at once and put my hands to either side of her. "I'm sorry," I said "If you don't want to..."

"Nonono!" Ward interrupted. "I want to, so badly." Her voice suddenly filled with desire and despair. "But you don't know... I'm a debtor. I sold my freedom. Your father didn't hire me. H-he purchased me..." Tears welled in her eyes.

"So?" I asked, befuddled by her reasoning.

"S-so I'm a slave!" She insisted. "It would be unbecoming for you to have... Relations with me."

I stifled a laugh into a snort, and she looked confused. Clearly she thought for sure this would turn me away. I lifted a hand to her chin and stroked it softly, making her melt once again with ease. She pressed into my hand, gazed into my eyes, and it was like telepathy. We both knew status didn't matter; between us was something unique and transcendent that wasn't yet put into words.

I kissed her once again as I lifted her dress, and I felt her squirm beneath me. Not in any attempt to escape, but purely from excitement and joy. I smiled against her lips as my hands found her underwear. Rather than those big, stifling undergarments nobile girls wear, she had on the cutest pair of panties. I sighed with happiness and broke the kiss to get eyes on my target. As I slipped my hand inside, she rocked her head back and let out the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. "All that just for my hand in your panties? I wonder what you'll do once I'm inside you?" I purred as I gently slid mya finger along those folds, pausing each time at the top and doing a little figure eight.

Ward covered her face with her hands, biting her lip as I teased her. Her noises devolved into cute, little grumbles and whimpers. Once I could feel the fluid even on her plush thighs, I stopped my teasing and took a grip of her panties. Figuring now was as good a time as any to test the waters, I gave her underwear one firm tug away from her body, and I tore them clean off.

She gave a shaking moan and arched her back in delight. It seemed my hunch was right about what sort of girl Ward was. I moved beside her and began to open my belt, which she watched with a bated gaze and panting breath. I finally got my trousers undone, pulled them down to my knees, and threw myself on top of her once more. 

Unfortunately, I did have the stifling undergarments of a noble woman. I tugged desperately at the knot in my braise until it relented, all the while keeping the beauty beneath me distracted with our tongues. The underwear finally slid down my thighs, and Ward gave a yelp when she felt my ladyhood press against hers.

She pulled away from my lips to pant, speaking between gasps of air. "I... Didn't know... You had that..." She said with a smile and a blush.

I returned the smile, rolling my hips in order to slide my excited tip along her slit. "Seems like it's a nice surprise?" I asked with a little chuckle. She gave a nod. I reached down and guided her surprise down until the tip met her entrance, and the two got aquainted. Ward gasped, sounding like she might cry if she didn't get the whole thing soon. I slid my hands up her perfect body and over her arms to pin her hands down, folding my fingers into hers. Just to be mean, I gave my hips another little roll to tease her hole.

Finally, she dropped her proper lady act. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she whispered breathily into my ear, "Please just fuck me with it already!"

At first I just gave my hips a tentative press, careful in case this was her first time. Ward made her experience clear by squeezing her legs around me like a vise, so I gave a thrust in compliance. Her pussy enveloped me in warm, soft, wet flesh and I shuddered in ecstacy. For a moment I even thought I'd finished. Ward couldn't help a little chuckle and a flex of her abdomen just to tease me.

I let out a gentle growl, putting a stop to her control as I pulled back and began rhythmically sliding in and out. Each press in I accompanied with an upwards flick of my hips, which earned me an eye roll from Ward. I decided then that I'd take it a step up from ripping her clothes. Leaning to whisper in her ear, I said, "Squeeze my hand twice if you need me to stop." Which she understood and nodded to.

I dove for her neck, punctuating my latest thrust with a bite. Ward took a sharp breath in and lost control for a moment, pushing the breath out in a yelp at the top of her lungs. I tightened my jaw's grip on her throat, letting her know to quiet down. She ripped one of her hands away from mine and put it over her mouth, groaning into it at full volume, which was acceptable.

I let go of her throat with a very proud sigh, increasing the speed and force in my hips as I started to pant. Ward was consitently whimpering and moaning now, and I got the impression she was very close to climax. Feeling myself edge closer as well, I gave a couple of hard thrusts in until she arched her back and practically screamed. She put her hand aside and panted hard as she twitched and continued to orgasm. I was very satisfied with my work.

Just as I began to pull back to free my cock, Ward locked her legs in place. She met my eyes with a knowing smile, "Leave it inside, trust me." She whispered. Against my better judgement, I did. I pinned her back down and began my efforts once more. She rocked her head back and whimpered as I pressed in for the last time, dropping my head and nestling into her neck and chin as I sprayed hot, thick liquid into her. It twitched and jerked as it shot deep inside, getting a shaky moan from me each time as I kissed her fresh bite mark.

Once both our bodies had finally calmed down. I lifted my head, looking down at her beautiful, glowing face in the warm lantern light. "You trusted me." She said with a heartfelt smile.

"Should I have?" I asked with a teasing tone.

She chuckled "If I wanted to get a royal baby I'd seduce your father. Men are much easier." She replied. That got a good laugh from me, and I rolled to the side, onto my back. I kept one of her hands, holding it tight as my dick softened in the cold air. "Watch." Said ward as she put a hand to her stomach. She whispered something foreign, alien even. Not just a different language, but something that sounded odd to come from a human mouth. Her fingers began to glow a soft blue, and pearlescent shimmers pealed off only to disappear in the air. My eyes widened. I'd never seen magic done that close up.

The shimmer and glow faded, and she gave me a cheeky smile. "I picked that up at The Magnus Academy for Arcane Arts, the only spell I know that isn't for healing or physical defense. Don't worry, no royal baby for me."

"They taught you that in a class?" I asked dubiously. She chuckled.

"The dorms there were a pit of debauchery. At first I thought it was made up by a boy, but my roommate taught me the spell after I kicked him to the curb."

"That's a lot of trust to put into magic." I said without thinking.

"Well," she responded. "Don't you put even more trust in a shield, or your sword? From my perspective that's much more strange."

"Good point." I said as I lifted my pants and flattened her dress. We layed there and talked for hours. The topic ranged from our childhoods, to our education, to the differences in both. We even talked about things neither of us felt very comfortable saying. She told me about previous owners and how they treated her, and I told the story of the many teachers and tutors who'd made my childhood unbearable. Funnily enough, it was the conversation long into the night that left us sleeping in the stables, rather than the sex.

Thanks for reading. This story, and especially this first chapter, are dedicated to the love of my life, my most prized possession, my lovely girlfriend.