Safe? For now...

Christine's lips were incredibly soft, and it took all of Max's willpower not to push his tongue past them and kiss her deeper. Even through his tunic, he could feel her amazing breasts pressed against him. Stop it! Max scolded himself. This is Lady Christine! Don't even go there! Still, he couldn't stop his cock from rising up uncomfortably in his trousers and prayed that Christine wouldn't notice.

Now even Christine heard the unmistakable sound of marching footsteps - which stopped right in front of the door. Realizing that Max had just saved them, she stopped struggling against him. Max broke off the kiss, but could still feel her warm breath on his neck.

"I thought I heard something," came the gruff voice of one of Prince Henry's men.

"Gerald, there's nothing here but this broom closet."

Max released Christine's wrist and reached behind, grabbing the doorknob and holding the door closed. "See, it's locked," the soldier stated after making a paltry attempt to open the door.

The first soldier, Gerald, was still not convinced. "Well, I know I heard something! I'll break the door down!"

"Prince Henry doesn't want this castle destroyed!"

"It's just a storage closet!" Gerald shouted.

The first guard scoffed. "There's no way a Lady would hide in a closet! She's probably already left the castle!"

As their argument grew louder and more heated, Max risked a small whisper. "Looks like we might be stuck here for a while until the coast is clear."

"I can't believe this is happening," Christine whispered back. "Just yesterday, I was living my life normally; now my family has been captured, our castle taken over, and I'm naked, hiding in a closet!"

Max smiled sheepishly. "S-sorry. I didn't realize you were naked when I threw the smoke bomb." He had been trying rather unsuccessfully to avoid staring at her breasts this whole time. Her reminder of nakedness just reignited his urge to reach out and feel their softness. "Here, take my tunic." Max awkwardly removed his shirt in the enclosed space.

"That's probably the least of my worries," Christine murmured, making no move to take the garment. Indeed, her nakedness was temporary; what weighed most on her heart was the fate of her family. Sure, being naked was undignified and awkward, but so trivial in comparison. The worst part was how powerless she felt; she couldn't do anything to save her family. She was smart; maybe she could come up with a plan. Right now though, she was too scared and overwhelmed. Christine found herself sobbing quietly.

"I just wish I could just forget everything that's happened, even if only for a moment." She thought back again to how Prince Henry had assaulted her. Even though it was horrible, her body had eventually responded to his mouth and fingers. Her brain was bombarded with waves of pleasure, and she even forgot about Erik who had just been dragged away screaming. Unconsciously, she reached between her legs and attempted to mimic Prince Henry's actions. It was dark in broom closet, but her movements didn't go unnoticed by Max.