A Princess never backs down

Slowly, Alice regulates her breathing to ensure she wouldn't hyperventilate. Her heart was still racing, and adrenaline was coursing through her veins, but she had to remain calm in order to execute her plan. Time felt like it was slowing down as her awareness spiked, and it was as if she could see and hear everything around her with perfect awareness. From how close the two were behind her, to the rate of their movement with each step they took, to how close any bystanders were, she could see everything. And most importantly, she could see the narrow alleyway right in front of her, and she stepped into it, making a sharp turn which temporarily allowed her to break line of sight. From their hurried footsteps, no doubt they think she's trying to make an escape, but that was the last thing on her mind. She would never, ever back down from a fight, especially not to common thugs like them. The sheer gall of them to try and challenge her infuriated the princess, and using the brief moment when they can't see her, she whips out her dagger from her belt, clutching it tightly in her hand.

"Quick, she went in here," Alice hears one of them say as their footsteps got louder and louder. Ten seconds. That was the count she gave herself. She knew exactly how tall the two of them were, and therefore where their necks were going to be. Slowly, she recalled the basic self defense lessons that Finley had provided her, months ago. Don't grip your blade with a reverse-grip, it doesn't work, she remember him saying, along with other key teachings. Running had been the first lesson, but unfortunately, she never practiced that one much.

"Come on out girl, that way's a dead end," the voice called out once again. Was it a lie or was it the truth? It really didn't matter. In fact, it might serve her purpose better if it was true. "We won't hurt ya if you play nice."

Five...four...three...two...one...NOW!

With a forward lunge, Alice extended her right arm up and forwards, propelling her body with a leap, driving the sharpened steel through the first man's neck right as he rounded the corner, his eyes widening with surprise as his hands clutched at the wound. Pulling back, she wrenched the dagger out, and a fresh flow of crimson burst from the man as his face turned pale. Gurgling, he slumped to the ground, his life flowing out of him in the matter of seconds. Alice didn't have time to consider her actions, or that she had taken a life for the first time in her life. There was still another foe.

However, it looked like she needn't have bothered. The other man was in total shock, unable to comprehend how quickly his partner had died, and by the time he had recovered, Alice's dagger was at his throat, still glistening with a red shine.

"Kneel," she commands coldly, her tone making it clear that she would have no qualms about ending his life as well if he didn't obey. Without hesitation, he does so, panting in fear as he eyed the blade, still dripping blood down his shirt. "Who sent you? Jamis? Del? Or someone else? And you best be honest, I'm not in a good mood right now, seeing as your friend there spilt blood all over my clothes."

"Who? I-I-I dunno what you're t-talking about, girl," the guy stammered, only to receive a kick from Alice's boot, landing right in his temple. He crashed against the wall with a groan, seeing stars for a moment before waking up to that same boot on his chest, dagger inches from one of his eyes.

"You will address me as mistress, is that understood," Alice snarls, driving her heel into his sternum for extra warning. She had almost said "your highness" out of instinct, but quickly came up with something else on the spot. If he really wasn't a hireling, then there was no reason for him to know that she was the princess. "Now, if you weren't sent, then what were you planning on doing with me?"

"I... We just saw you walking around... Thought we could have some fun with you," he offered weakly. He knew lying was meaningless, and the fear of **** compelled him to be truthful. This was no organized hit, this was just two bottom feeding rapists hoping to get lucky.

"I suppose I ought to feel honored, eh," Alice asks sarcastically, disgust dripping from her voice. In a twisted, dark way, it did feel good that her beauty was acknowledged thus, even beneath her hood, but there was no satisfaction to be gained here. Not until he was sufficiently punished. "You wanted me that badly eh? Fine, take off your pants."

The man looked at Alice like she was crazy, and she probably was feeling a bit crazy right about now. She had just taken a life, and though the blood on her hands have already dried, her heart is beating even faster now, despite the danger being gone. There was an itch inside her that she couldn't quite scratch, a fire within that she couldn't quite quench, and with her emotions in total disarray, she let her base instincts take over. "Now! Unless you wanted to join your friend?" She threatened, and complied quickly, tugging his pants down. Even through his underwear, his erection was visible. Perhaps the palpable fear has done the same to him as it had to her.

Grinning, Alice used her free hand to unto her belt, making sure the dagger was on his neck at all times, even though she knew he lacked the will to fight back. Down her pants went, falling to her hips, and soon her underwear followed. There was no shame to be shown here, because she didn't consider the man to be a human, merely a tool to be used. Standing with her legs on either side of him, she looked down on him with a glint of lust in here eyes, even as he stared her at her perfect pussy. A tiny strip of golden hair was visible along her pubes, trimmed just the way she liked it. With the dagger at his neck, he had ****.

This was her first time receiving oral, and she didn't know if the man was good or if it was just because of the power she held over him that was intoxicating, but the moment his tongue touched her clit, she gasped out in pleasure, dagger hand almost slipping. Fearing that he wasn't doing a good enough job, the man hastened his efforts, sucking on her lips and flicking her clit with his tongue as she stood there. She knew how it would be, but only in theory. Her books had no prepared for her the reality as she clutched his head, pushing it even deeper, enveloping his head between her legs. Could he even breath? She didn't care.

Her first orgasm hit like a truck as her whole body shuddered, and she let out a loud moan of pleasure as well. it was fortunate that they were in this little alleyway, or else this commotion may have turned a few heads. She still craved more, and she made that demand clear. His cock sat in the confines of his underwear, silently begging for attention as well, and she provided it in the form of her foot, stepping down on it as she pressed him against the wall, forcing herself onto him once more. She alternated between easing off the weight and putting her entire body down on it, causing the man to whine and beg for mercy, though his voice remains muffled through her pussy.

Her next orgasm came a second after the man's as she watched in fascination. The cock, bruised and injured, was no less lively when it twitched and quivered, pouring semen into the man's underwear. Another first for her to add to her list, she mused before her own pleasure pushed her over the edge, her juices spilling out onto the man's face, who lapped it up reluctantly.

Satisfied that he's learned his lesson, Alice finally steps back, pulling up her pants and underwear once more. Out of idle curiosity, she reached into his pocket, digging out a small pouch of coin. 200 gold, it looks like. not a bad haul at all. Finally, the fire in her has subsided, but it left behind warm cinders in its aftermath, a comfortable and soothing heat which left Alice smiling as she left the man behind in the alley.