Victoria was lying still through most of this. She was both relieved and devastate when the snake man retreated from between her legs. Her body still ached to be touched. She had seen a flash of the creature's cock and had groan instantaneously wet and then it was gone and she felt a deep disappointment. Which morphed into a deep disgust with herself. That thing had been about to rape her! She was not supposed to be excited about that.

She forced herself up to watch the fight. Naramis was in trouble, the monster was circling around him but the swordsman could not see him. He could only react to the noise it was making. "More to the left, Naramis!" She instructed and chucked her dagger at the snake man, not because she expected to do much damage to the creature. She just wanted to distracted it so Naramis would have a better chance of hitting it.

At the moment disgust and anticipation washed against each other as Victoria wrestled with the aphrodisiac that was pumping through her veins. Naramis adjusted at the instructions of the Princess. He had one shot at this and had to make it count.

THUNK – the dagger ricocheted off of the thick scaly hide of the creature who looked back out of instinct to where the Princess was though that was the brake that Naramis needed. With that sound he had correctly judged where the serpent was and dashed forward with a quick slash and while the creature had managed to interpose his blade unseen by Naramis his sword flashed white as it cut through the blade and made a deep laceration in the creature's chest causing him to hiss as it's protective layer of scales had been cleaved through.

Pulling back in mixed pain and fear it retreated knowing that Naramis was in no position to pursue.

Naramis listened, his vision blurred as he gazed out trying to clear his vision. “Princess?” He turned this way and that looking for her until finally seeing the blurry mass on the ground that had to be her and approaching. “Are you alright?”

Relief washed through her when Naramis wounded the creature and it retreated back into the forest. Her relief was short lived though as the aching need in her body swelled again. She dropped back to the ground and squeezed her thighs together to try to fend off the wave of lust. She felt the warmth of Naramis' body as he found his way to her side and she moved mindlessly towards that heat.

"God no, Naramis..." Her voice came out breathy and filled with unspoken need. "That thing... did something to me..." She painted and rose up to reach for her protector. Her perfectly male protector, with gorgeous body and strong arms and... other parts. One part in particular that could ease her pain. A part she'd never seen but was certain was just as beautiful as the rest of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned in relief. "Naramis, please... I need your help." She pressed her body against him hoping he'd understand. He had to understand. She needed him now.

He was not a herbalist not that he could neutralize toxins in his state though he had feel the warmth of her body pulling itself against him as she entwined her arms about him and she was not alone in this. For years now he had entertained certain fantasies though he had dismissed them as he watched her grow throughout her adolescence and had been made her protector these last few months in Willis' place getting closer to her in the process.

He did not want to do something like this that they would be embarrassed about later but his eyes had been exposed to the same venom she had been bitten with. Her dose was more concentrated and went straight into her blood stream but his desires were just as strong as hers given that he had held then in check for so long and the drug, well rather than fight vehemently against it he was able to use it as an excuse.

She was suffering. It was clear though he was still a bit more clear headed, despite his wants.

“Are you still a -” he began though he had found her exposed breast and though he could not see all that well at the moment he curled his hand around the orb, fingers curling into it as he gave her a squeeze. It was obvious that her clothing had been torn though right now that had not mattered.

As he shook her head and moaned as his hand found her breast. It was clear he wanted this too. "I don't care... a moment means nothing. I need this. You need this. And God, Naramis... it isn't as though you are not worthy. You are more worthy than anyone possibly could be... You have stayed by me, defended me..." She found his free hand and guided it between her thighs. "I rather it be you than some cold man I'm forced to wed for political reasons. At least you care about me... Please Naramis..." She pressed her sex against his hand as she pleaded with him.

It was not as if he needed to be convinced any … he was breathing rapidly though he was about to tell her that if she still was that their were was in preserving it. Not that it seemed to make a difference to her given the arguments that she had relaid.

“I … I … am not worthy of this.” He stated though he did not remove his hand as he rubbed it knowingly against her, the fingers working against her, his lips feeling dry he moistens them and tries to struggle to remember. The Urikians. Francois was dead … he gasped though as none of it seemed to be important at the moment.

His lips touch hers, his chest heaves up and down as he moves over her opening her thighs to make space for her. He never imagined that he would take her in a forest of some foreign land.

Worthy or not he wanted her alright, there was no denying that as his mouth guided her exposed tut to his mouth suckling against it as he consumed it.

She moaned against his kisses and opens her legs readily for him. Her sex grew more damp with anticipation. Whatever he said he was wrong. She felt no shame accepting his touch. It wasn't like it was with that vile creature who had poisoned her. Its touch had aroused her, yes, but it was against her will. She was disgusted that its touch had made her ache but not Naramis'. Naramis' touch seemed natural, right... "That you are even trying to dissuade me proves you are wrong..." He was worthy.

His mouth found its way to her nipple and she arched. "Oh Naramis... Please..."

He had climbed over her excited by this prospect. His eyes stung with the aphrodisiac that beat steadily within him, his mouth affixed to her breast as his tongue swirls about her nipple. Even with the fabric of clothes between them she can feel how hard he is, how swollen. They shouldn't be doing this but instead of resisting those toxins he is quickly giving in to them as his vision clears enough to see a blurry image of her he brings his lips to her neck running his tongue against it.

The last visages of duty press into his mind. “We shouldn't be doing this … we need to get far away from here … but, forgive me, I want you so much right now, I have wanted you for a long time. I … I can keep it so that hour purity is still intact if you wish ...”

Of course he is thrilled with the prospect of being her first he does not wish to ruin her for any other man. He is dosed but not as far gone as she. But even as he voices this his unleashes his hardness and props himself up on his knees before going back to her lips and groping both breasts, feeling that one is free from any clothes, her undergarments possibly shredded, he can't see and can't see this for himself. He simply feels the weight of each orb against his hands.

“I want you, Princess … even before the venom I wanted you,” he does not know why it is important to add this though he does so with a smile and returns to kissing her.

Victoria smiles, happy to hear his confession. They had been close when they were younger but things had changed when they got older and their responsibilities got in the way. He had grown distant... Everyone had. It was the curse of being the crown princess. "You are still trying to protect me." She laughed and brush her fingers through his hair. His hands on her body sending delicious thrills through her and she sighed longingly. "I don't want to be protected from this... I don't want to be a princess or a queen to be. I've been the queen elect for less than a week and look what has happened to me. I don't want to save myself for someone like the duke. A man who loves my title but not me. Please Naramis... I would so much rather it be you."

Naramis wants this of course but he nods even now he was trying to protector her. It was more than his duty in protecting her.

He has managed to endure matters to this point only because he loves her. He has a sworn duty but that isn't the only reason why he is able to hold back for as long as he has.

His lips press to her own, a hand disappears up her dress, He rubs over her crotch determining that she is more than ready given how soaked her panties are.

Touching his lips against her own he pulls aside her panties and unleashes himself guiding himself to her warm core rubbing knowingly against the warmth of her snatch before angling against her entrance as he glisten the tip of himself against him.

Part of him tries to resist. Desiring to keep her pure but there's the other side of the coin to, his own need as he rests at her entrance. He presses down into her waiting this, wanting her virginity so much.

There is not an immediate thrusting of his hips against hers, even now he has some patience for the aphrodisiac makes him needy but doesn't override his sensibilities in protecting his Queen to be.

Slowly be presses into her, stopping when lodged completely within her, letting her get use to the sensation that eats away at her core. He does not rush as he gazes into her face, though everything is less blurry now he still cannot make out the details all that well. He waits though on her, his heart thudding against his chest as he delights in the feel of her.

The time Naramis lingered just touching her sensitive nether lips seemed like an eternity but when he finally began to press into her. "Oooh..." She exhausted a sound of delight and need. She gripped his shoulders as he torn through her maiden head and continued his slow process inside her. The aphrodisiac was doing its job though and the slight pain didn't last long before it was quickly replaced by pleasure. "My God, that's amazing!"

Naramis wasn't done though. With deliberate slowness he slide even deeper inside, until he filled her completely. Victoria painted, desperately trying to regulate her breathe so she didn't pass out from the overwhelming ecstasy of it. "Naramis!" She gripped his shoulders tighter. He was so hard and deep, she almost couldn't stand it. All he needed do now was move.

He had not stopped until he was completely surrounded by her damp folds. By the Gods she felt so good and all that was needed was for him to slap his hips against her own as he brought them together though he lets her make those adjustments to her body getting use to having something so deep inside her.

Feeling her arms wound around his need he sets his lips against her own tasting them. A hand reaches down to her uncovered breast running a finger over her nipple as he rubs her there. He waits though until she assures him he could move though his thrusts are not eager and quick.

He he fueled with the same need, the same hunger but is fueled by a sense of duty to in making sure no harm befell her especially at his hand.

So he begins to move, slowly lifting his hips only to join them again. She felt better than he imagined and while the Urikians were at the back of his mind this was at the fore of it as he plunged into her with his name encouraging spilled for her lips.

“This is better than I ever imagined it would be Princess. I'll try to pull out.” He brushed a hand over the side of her face figuring that she wouldn't need the scandal of being a pregnant unmarried Queen should they get back to the castle.

Victoria was lost in the feverish intensity of their sex play. The aphrodisiac was making her extra sensitive and every brush off Naramis's skin against her sent waves of delight through her. His kisses were all consuming and his fingers toying with her exposed nipple made her ache for more. She couldn't wait for his next thrust so she began to lift her hips to greet them, encouraging him now to lessen the depths of easy inward stroke.

He said something about pulling out and she misunderstood. "No, Naramis!" She wrapped her legs around him to keep him inside her. "Please... don't stop! I still need you..."

As she began to move against him pressing up with her hips he had almost lost it. Especially as she kept him close by sweeping her legs around his back.

One hand traced against a thigh, another gripped her breast as he suckled it swishing his tongue over the exposed nipple.

But being wanted like this, being needed filled him with pleasure. Even as a boy while training to follow in his father; footsteps he had a crush upon her that followed him throughout all those long hers. It had been ingrained in hi head from a young age to protect the royals.

“You're making it hard to -ugh- pull out when it is time Princess ...” he struggled slapping his hips down to meet hers, filling those tight depths with each thrust. “I do not wish to -AH- shame you should I -OH- get you with child,” he barely managed though a combination of his own excitement and her tightness splashed against one another.

An excited tension was building inside her with each exquisite thrust of that amazing tool. She had always thought Naramis an attractive man. She had watched him training in the palace, admired his strength and control and secretly envying the lucky women who were free to pursue him. As crown princess it was inappropriate for her to fraternize with the captain of the guard, never mind that he was also a titled member of the court. Still, she'd never imagined she'd one day be laying here giving the man her virginity... Okay, maybe she had imagined it once or twice but she'd never dreamed that fantasy would become a reality.

Nor had she known it would feel this wondrous. Naramis did not disappoint as a lover. His hard staff was just as impressive as the rest of him and his smooth, deliberately deep thrusts were carefully driving her towards heaven. His lips found her nipple again and his tongue tantalized it up to a hard nub and she moaned as he drove her closer to her first climax. She was so distracted by the feel of him that she almost missed his words.

When they finally did manage to penetrate the fog of her arousal she stopped moving her hips and blushed furiously. "Oh, I-I didn't realize..." His meaning suddenly dawned on her. She agreed that it would be bad if she were to get with child due to this encounter. If would look suspicious and everyone would probably assume it was the Duke who had impregnated her. If didn't need to be true to tarnish her reputation forever. She struggled to disentangle her legs from around him, not truly wanting to release him but understanding the importance of it. "Just this time..." She promised, both to him and to herself. "Next time we do this we were take better precautions."