Forest Fire

The kingdom of Belkor is under a black cloud. The king is dying and the kingdom maybe lost forever.
King Stilen's eldest daughter: Elvi is missing and feared dead. His second and stunning daughter, Dalie is married to a troll of a man. But fortunately she lives in a village away from him with her own house of female servants and strangely female guards.
The king's third daughter was the smartest of the family. She was well trained by all the scholars and rumored to take over the finances but sadly she died suddenly.
Then there's the wild child. the gorgeous and vivacious budding woman with her curly sun kissed red locks and milky cream colored skin. Her father named her after her mother who died giving her life. She was Searuroa. her sisters called her Sea.

Well today is Seas' 19th birthday. She should be happy and planning a party but she was promised to a Baron from the neighboring country of Dalandia. Not the birthday present she was wanting. Sea didn't want to marry a sixty yr old squat round man with two wives already. Her father was marrying her off to secure alliance and hopefully provide the household with a much needed fortune. She knew her father needed this but wasn't about to go thru with it quietly. After a fight with her father and step mother. Sea stormed out to the stables and took her favorite horse and rode off towards the mountains. She needed to breathe, get away and cry and time to mourn her life. All her childhood, no one ever expected her to attend balls, ladies sewing groups, gossip etc. She was allowed to play with the servant children and explore the forests around the property. get dirty, sleep in barns; everything she loved is now going to be taken away and she has to leave her home forever.

Sea decided to go to her favorite spot along the river. Away from prying eyes and judgement. She stripped down out of the heavy gown and walked into the river. the cool water lapping at her body. Her skin reacting to the environment, causing pimples and shivers. She laid back and floated in the bend of calm water. her ample bosom pointing towards the clouds, she closed her eyes and lost herself in a daydream. Wishing for a way to change her life. Asking herself if this is what to be the rest of her life, servitude? But before she knew it, she was swept out into the current. The river grew stronger and dragged her downstream, she was struggling against the force and screamed for help.

As luck would have it. a quiet stable boy from the Filtheou monastery. was watering the horses at the river. He heard her screams and jumped into the river after her, with no regard to his own safety. All he saw was a damsel in distress. Sea passed out from fright just as this stable boy was reaching out to her. He grabbed her limp frozen body and made his way back to shore. He gingerly carried her onto the bank and laid her down onto the warm moss. To his surprise, he realized she was naked. He could see her gorgeous breasts rise up and down, so he knew she was still alive. He looked over her up and down, for this was the first time he has ever seen a naked woman. He gazed at her full lips, then looking at her braid of hair drape over her neck towards her breasts. her pink rosy nipples pointing towards the heavens. His eyes drank in her riches. Gazing down her chest to her delicate mound with her skin pimp ling from the cold. He realized he shouldn't get caught looking at her naked body so he jumped up to retrieve a blanket from his horse.
As he placed it onto her, she awoke; frightened and startled. She sat up, covering herself and the young boy sat back. They both gathered their wits about themselves and started introductions.
He introduced himself as Salvatore. He had been with the monks since a young child. He apologized as to seeing her naked, but since she was in the river that way, he had to. Which he smiled a sly grin at her.
Sea sat shivering and in shock, but not so much from the ordeal. Sea was trying to understand how she was in this predicament. She was hypnotized by his eyes. Those eyes were steel blue, almost like the river itself. His face was chiseled and his chin had some scruff. His hair was messy wet and black as pitch. His mouth was guarded with those gorgeous red lips and she was thinking about kissing her savior.
As Salvatore was talking to Sea, he could see she wasn't really listening. but he wasn't really either. he was thinking about her perky nipples on those rounded breasts.. oh how he wanted to just lightly brush one with a finger tip,then cover one with his mouth and tongue. Drinking her in, as if she tasted like sweet wine.
Salvatore finally asked her where her clothes were. Sea snapped out of her daydream and asked him to fetch them upriver. She wasn't sure how far downstream she had been swept but hoped he would find her new birthday gown. But either way she was fine just sitting here only covered in a horse blanket.
Before he left, Salvatore decided to remove his shirt to dry in the sun. When he did Sea swooned inside. She had never seen such a solid man. His muscles were enlarged by moving hay and packing water to the horses. Chopping wood and building fences. All those activities defined his arms, broaden his back and chest and made the sight of him amazing. She shook but not from the cold. She could feel her nipples harden, almost like they were reaching out to be touched and waves of energy pulsing thru her body towards her young love hole. She was feeling warmer now.

When Salvatore left; Sea was full of carnal lust. She was just looking at the most handsome man she has ever seen. She was feeling warmth and wetness between her legs and her breasts were welling up.
She decided to relive herself since she was alone. Sea laid back onto the soft moss. Looking up into the trees and sky, she slid her hand over her belly. Her chest moving quickly up and down. Her heart beating so hard and fast she felt faint. All she could think about was this handsome man next to her. Looking at her with his steely eyes, his hands touching her skin. She found her folds and spread them with her fingers. Her middle finger rubbing her clit. Her hole was hot and moist, aching for touch. She took her other hand and started rubbing her nipple, grasping her breast and squeezing hard. pinching herself and feeling the pain shoot down to her pussy. Causing herself to moan. She starts rubbing herself harder, dreaming of this handsome man, kissing her neck and rubbing himself on her. Their bodies causing friction and heat. She sees his hard chest and she wants to wrap her arms around him. Drawing him tighter to her body. She can feel his hot breathe in her ear. She arches her back and spreads her legs more open. inviting fingers inside. Visualizing him mounting her. She wishes him inside and sighs deeply. Her hips start rhythmic moving up and down as she rubs her love button harder and faster. She is about to burst. Her lust is more than she can bare. As she slides two fingers inside, she explodes and screams out. Spent, she lays there shivering, her heart pounding, her skin wet from sweat. Energy pulses all thru her body. Shes know she's not done, shes just warmed up. She wants this handsome stranger. She cant wait for him to come and give her a special birthday present.