Go behind a tree and check if what she was saying is the truth.

Still feeling a little unsure and definitely shy, I headed around a tree and felt up under the princess’s robes. It’s amazing how they can wear all this stuff. Finally I got past the layers of this dress and found my target. Gingerly I felt around with my delicate fingers and to my astonishment, I felt a warm damp slit, surrounded by light strands of hair. It felt good to touch and I began to experiment with what felt good. I went to insert a finger when I heard the sound of armor hitting the ground.

Ruffling back the dress, I ran to see my former body collapsed on the ground, with blood oozing from the leg wound. I tightened the bandages and realized that if this wound wasn’t presented to the healers soon…..

I didn’t want to continue the thought. If that body dies, I can never get back. I thought back to my knightly training, straining to remember the herbs that can be used to stem off infection and slow bleeding. Taking my sword I realized just how weak this body was. I strained to lift it. This would be of no use to me in a fight. I grabbed my long knife and headed off to the edge of the woods, looking for some medicinal herbs to ease my wounded former body. Bitterwort and hogs breath, just what I need for a poultice.

Getting back with the herbs, I saw the princess was sitting up grimacing in pain.

“This will ease your pain and help prevent infection until we can get you to the healers”, I said as I gently rapped the poultice around the wounds. Touching my former body from this perspective was unnerving. “We must get this armor off so I can treat all of your wounds. I began removing the armored breast plate and the legging straps. I had to reach between her legs and as I did so, she said, “Brave knight”, she began the halted. “I mean My Lady. “We must remember to keep up appearances”, she added. “My Lady”, she continued. “Tell me how is it that this thing of yours, though I be in great pain, pleasures me when you touch me so.

I shied away in embarrassment, knowing full well, what my body was capable of.

“But it is impressive”, she said as she felt it harden through her pants. “Many a fair maiden I bet you have bedded”, she continued.

I thought back to all the women I have had. Being a knight has had it’s advantages. I’ve never had a princess until now, well, I haven’t had her yet, I am her, and that can’t count for much, though I have touched her as I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to do, had things not gone awry.

“I have My lady, I mean Sir Justin. May I just call you Brave Knight, I find calling you by my name rather confusing.”

“You may”, she added “and I shall call you My Lady. It will be less confusing for all.”

I thought I had done a good job of distracting her from her previous conversation, when she came right back to asking.

“Does it always get this hard on it’s own”

“Sometimes”, I added, and then proceeded to explain to her that when confronted with shear beauty, it can take on a mind of its own, and only the strongest of discipline can keep it at bay. I found no thought of this conversation heading in a good direction and as it continued, I could feel changes in myself that I didn’t want to feel.

I could plainly see the hardon she was sporting and she couldn’t keep her hands off of it and I warned her that if she was not careful, she was likely to cross a boundary she wouldn’t be prepared for.
“I feel such heat and warmth and a strong need for a release”, she said. “I find my body giving me strange feeling when I look at you, yet I have no desire to be with a woman.”

“Nor I with a man, yet My body is telling me otherwise.”

“I know what you mean.”
“I know what you mean.”

We said in unison.

Silence

“As I was saying before”, she broke the awkward silence, “my father believes I’m still a virgin, but I have been living a double life at the palace.” She continued telling me of how she and her maid would trade places for days at a time. Obviously the poultice was working because she was becoming more relaxed the signs of pain on her face were easing. I never realized that a princess could be this adventurous. I started to give my body a new looking over with a different appreciation. As she continued telling tales of her exploits I realized that I didn’t mind listening and as she went on, I found myself imagining being her, sneaking out of the castle, wary of her father’s eye and heading off to some tavern or inn to hustle drinks from the men.

The strain of the day grew on us both and as she continued talking, she nodded off to sleep. I tried to fight off the sleep, but could not.