Chapter Three

Vlad woke the next morning with the sun shining brightly through the stain glass windows of his room. At some point, the chamber maid had been in and had rebuilt the fire because the room was warm. When he and Gabrielle had final fell asleep, sometime after midnight, the room was growing cold. He had not wanted to leave their bed, nor their lovemaking, to keep the firing burning. He turned his attention now to her. She lay sleeping peacfully in his arms. Her long black hair laid spread out on her pillow, his arm, and the matteress next to her. Her beauty took his breathe.

Vlad pulled the covers back and stared at Gabrielle's naked body. Her large breasts rose and fell as she slept. He traced her breasts and nipples before gliding his finger up her neck to her chin. He looked at her. She was now awake and watching him. "Good morning, Princess," he said. "Good morning, my sweet Prince." Her voice set his pulse and heart to racing. "Are we really married," she asked. "Yes," he smiled. "And we really made love three times last night," she asked shyly. "Yes," he answered again as he moved his body onto hers. "Let's make sure that we're not dreaming and make love again just to be sure." Her smile and cooing was all the encouragment he needed.

The morning passed quickly and Vlad knew that at some point they would have to leave their room. He knew that she would want to work with her horses. And he wanted to make sure that the construction of her stables was being done correctly. Besides that, they hadn't ate since their wedding ceremony the night before and both of their stomachs rumbled. He watched her dress as he did so himself. He had to restrain himself from removing her tight fitting boyish britches just as soon as she had them on. There was still some breakfast left in the kitchen and he and Gabrielle hurriedly ate. Petroff came in and join them for a quick meal. When finished, Gabrielle excused herself and headed out for the stable.

"Have you time to talk," Petroff asked. "For my best friend, anytime," Vlad said smiling. He could see the troubled look on Petroff's face. "What's wrong," he asked. His friend looked at him with a worried face. "We had some trouble last night after you and Gabrielle left the ceremony. Marrisha tried to get into the celebration. It took three guards to restrain her. She was determined to kill Gabrielle and reclaim you for herself. She got away from us just before we got her to the dungeon. She took my ivory handled dagger. We've not been able to find her since."

Vlad thought as he and Petroff left the castle kitchen and headed for the stables. He knew that Marrisah had been upset when he released her from her mistress duties. He had went to her the morning after his engagement was announced and told her. She had been very upset, but he had dismiss it and just knew that she would get over it. Apprently she hadn't. She was clever, he had to give her that. But the real question was: Where was she now? His question was answered when he heard Gabrielle scream. Within seconds, Vlad, Petroff, and several of his guards were heading to the stable.

Gabrielle stood stareing at the woman who had just surprised her. She cluched the handle of her whip in her hand. It was wrapped twice around her body, diagonal from her left shoulder to her right hip. The woman wasn't nearly as tall as she, but close. Her hair was a desheveled firey red. Her green eyes blazed with a hatred all their own. "You took him from me, you wench," she exclaimed. Just then Vlad, Petroff, and the guards arrived.

"Marrisha," Vlad yelled, "dropped the dagger." "Never," she called, "Say 'good-bye' to your precious Princess, Vlad. Then you and I can be together." "It's over between us, Marrisha. I told you that last week. Now drop the dagger!"

"No Vlad," Gabrielle said calmly, removing her whip. A smile of satisifaction spread across her face as she said, "I'll take care of this." Marrisha stared at her; Petroff's dagger still in hand.

"You think I took him from you, Marrisha," Gabrielle said calmly. "He was never yours for me to take. We have been betrothed since my birth. So tell me, how was he ever yours."

Marrisha glared at her. "I had him before you ever knew that you were betrothed."

"You don't have to do this, Gabrielle," Vlad gruffly said aloud to them both. "No Vlad, this is between Marrisha and I," Gabrielle calmly said, still staring at the other woman, her whip in hand. "Come on Marrisha. Come and get me." She watched as the woman lunged at her. Gabrielle gave a simple flick of her wrist and the dagger fell from Marrisha's hand.

"You bitch," Marrisha yelled.

"Still want more," Gabrielle asked, a mocking smile on her face.

"You'll never have him," Marrisha said as she scrambled for the dagger.

Gabrielle gave another flick of her wrist and the dagger jumped from the ground and out of her enemies reach. "I've had him four times since our wedding ceremony," she said proudly. Marrisha gave a loud scream and charged her. She let her get just close enough and then stepped aside, sending her enemy around her body and into a pile of manure. She gave a whistle and jump bareback onto her trusted mare. Another crack of her whip and Marrisha found herself being dragged by one leg out of the stable and into the yard. Vlad, Petroff, and the guards ran after them. She again flicked her wrist and released the woman a few feet outside of the stable.

"I'm giving you a chance to leave here, Marrisha," Gabrielle said softly, but loud enough for Vlad to hear. "I know how you feel for him because I love him as well. But he is mine now and I will fight to the death for him." She then turned to Vlad. He stared in amazemnt at her. "What do you want done with her," he asked, his uncareing tone showed he didn't have any use for her. "I want her gone," she said. "Sell her. Send her away on the next ship. I don't give a damn! Just get rid of her." She tapped her mare with her hills and headed back into the stable.

Gabrielle stood in an empty stall for what seemed like an eternity before Vlad arrived. She stood there with her back turned to him for sometime, not a word said between them. She finally broke the silence by asking, "Are you mad at me?" "No," he said as he walked towards her. She felt his arms around her. "I'm proud," he whispered into her ear. Turning in his arms she buried her face in his clothed chest. Her tears fell as she said, "I'm glad you are becasue I've never been that jealous..., outraged..., or scared in all of my life. And I'm now embrassed for my behavior." She felt his hand lifting her chin. His lips on hers. His body walking hers backwards until she reached the wall. He now pressed her against it hard. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs finally filled with air when he released her from their kiss.

Vlad heard Petroff clear his throat behind them. "Is everything okay," the guard asked. "Everything's fine," he answered. "Could you please close the stable door, post a gurad at each entrance and give us some time alone?" Petroff laughed as he answered, "Yes my Lord." As soon as the stable door was closed, he pulled her shirt off. He wanted her. Her display with the whip had impressed him now just as it had the last time he had watched her use it. But her caring/undersatnding attitude towards Marrisha did him in.

Gabrielle's large breasts were tightly held her corset. Vlad loved the way they look and kissed them as he pulled her boyish britches down. He pulled his own down enough to reveal his hard shaft. Lifting her up by her ass, he pushed her harder against the wall and placed her on him. God he wanted her! He moved fast and hard in her and in moments they reached their own climaxes together. He kept her pinned there as they both caught their breathe. The rest of the day, he kept her within sight of him. He didn't want any more "close calls" for a while.

Vlad and Gabrielle joined Petroff and some of the guards for supper that night. The talk was light hearted and fun. He flinched though when someone mentioned what had happened early that day. Petroff laughed as he said, "I'll never forget the look on Marrisha's face when her feet went out from under her and Gabrielle drug her out into the yard. Oh Princess, it was worth it. She would never have left you and Vlad alone if you hadn't." He felt a swelling of pride in his chest. He had plans for her again tonight and they included a nice warm bath in their chambers.

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Chapter Four

Vlad and Gabrielle walked hand in hand up the stairs toward their room. Just as the reached the top, King Stefan called them. "May I have a word with you, Vlad," the King called. "I'll go on," Gabrielle said. Vlad kissed her cheek. "I'll be there in a few minutes," he said smiling. "Don't start wtihout me." Gabrielle walked alone to their room. The chamber maid had built a fire and the room was warm and cozy. She saw the tub; bubbles filled to the top and steam rose in the air. Oh, it looked so inviting. She walked to the window and watched the snow as it drifted down. A shiver ran thru her. She turned just as Vlad entered the room.

"What did he want," Gabrielle asked. Vlad smiled as he walked to her. "He heard about what happened in the stable today and was curious." She felt ashamed. "Was he mad," she asked. "No," he said, taking her in his arms, "he found it very funny actually. He said that he hoped that he never made you mad. He doesn't want you coming after him with it." She laughed into his chest. He held her tightly; she loved the feeling of being in his arms. Quickly they removed their clothes and slipped into the warm, inviting tub.

Gabrielle slipped under the water, allowing the water to cover her head. The warm water felt good on her aching muscles. She resurfaced just in time to see Vlad doing the same. She watched him lean back against the tub, placing his hands behind his head. "What," she asked as he stared at her. "I want to watch you wash your body." She felt her cheeks go flush as she realized he was serious. He knew her body intimately, but she had never dreamt of him watching her as she washed herself. A devilish smiled spread across her face. "I'll wash in front of you under one condition," she said. "What condition," he asked in a tone of couriosity, his face showing it as well. Her smiled widen. "You can not touch me nor yourself as long as I have the washing clothe in my hand. Deal," she asked sexily. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "Your not serious," he asked. "Very," she said, still using the sexy tone. "Fine," he growled.

Gabrielle sat up on the side of the tub so that Vlad could fully see her naked body. She lathered the clothe and began to rub it on her face and neck. She heard him moan slightly. Next she washed her arms and legs. He smiled as he watched her. She rubbed the soapy clothe across her breasts; teasing him, reminding him that she could touch them and he could not. He groaned and leaned forward. "No. No," she said, "No touching." He narrowed his eyes again and returned to his original position. She continued to rub the clothe on her breasts, making sure they were completely covered. She then slid it down her stomach and back up. Back down it went again, but this time all the way down. She rubbed the black hair between her legs, soaping it up just as much as her breasts. "God wench," he said through clenched teeth.

Dripping the clothe back into the water, Gabrielle rinsed the soap from it. She then rinsed her face. Again it went into the water. She let the water drip from the clothe and onto her breasts, letting the water cascade down them. "Gabrielle," Vlad hissed, "I can't take much more." "You'll have to too," she smiled. "I'm not done." He growled at her. She dipped the clothe once more. This time allowing the water to run down her stomach before rinsing the hair between her legs. "Sit up on the edge," she said. "You have not yet been washed, sweet prince." It took him only seconds to raise from the tub and do as she asked.

Vlad groaned with pleasure as Gabrielle rubbed the once again soapy clothe on his chest and arms. In twenty-eight years he had never bathed with, let alone been washed by, a woman. He was loving it, but damn did he want to touch her. She slid the clothe down, up, and then back down his stomach and chest. She wrapped it around his hard shaft and gently washed him. "Gabrielle," he growled, "If you don't let me touch you soon, I'm gonna die!" She laughed as again rinsed the clothe. She slowly rinse his chest, stomach, and then hardness. "Drop the clothe, Gabrielle," he snarled. "Why," she asked, pretending to have forgotten the deal. "Drop it," he growled.

Vlad smiled victoriously as Gabrielle dropped the clothe. In a second he was pulling her to him, his mouth pressing hard on hers. One of his hands grabbed her ass as the other pressed her back, forcing her stomach hard against his own hardness. "Now, princess," he said huskily, "some torment and torture for you." He smiled as she gasped when he entered her. "Vlad," she moaned as he moved in her. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His own arms slid up her back and grip her shoulders. He moved forcably in her causing her to climax instantly. She again called his name. He loved hearing her say it. In a swift move, he lifted them from the cooling water. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her. He walked them over to the fireplace and to the large bear skin rug before it. "Get on your hands and knees," he whispered into her ear.

Vlad smiled as Gabrille done as he asked. His large hands grabbed her waist and pushed himself in her. Her warmth and wettness surrounded him again. He squeezed her hips tighter and moved them in rythem. Her moans filled the room as she climaxed, he too felt his own release. Pulling from her, he laid on the rug, trying to catch his breathe. She laid next to him, her fingers running through his chest hair. When he was able too, he carried her to bed and fell asleep with her in his arms.

Epilouge

Thirty years passed. King Vlad Petkow and Queen Gabrielle celebrated their thirty wedding anniversary with their five children; four boys and one girl. Their happy celebration was celebrated with a grand ball. Though the passing of the King Stefan a few years before had dampened it, they were honored that Queen Titania was there to celebrate. Gabrielle still contiuned to work her horses. And Vlad still was unable to resists his queen's body.

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