Among other surprising things

You finally head out of your shelter in the bushes. You start to miss that little place immediately after you start tripping over rocks in the complete darkness. You have to be almost hanging on Broderick's arm to actually make some progress. You realize that you are definitely the one slowing down the pace, but you honestly see no way of changing that, unless he just leaves you there to your fate. And Broderick, as far as you can tell, would happily die if it meant you not getting hurt in any way.

After about two hours of walking you demand a break and Broderick obliges you, even though you can sense him getting ever so slightly impatient with you.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not build for this sort of thing." you say. He sits down next to you.

"I know, your majesty. Ï have an.." you don't let him finish and punch his arm hard with your tiny fist.

"OW! What for?!" he says, rubbing his biceps.

"You know very damn well what was that for, Sir Broderick, Captain of the Royal Guard!" you scream in whisper. You can't see much, but you can certainly feel his grip and him pulling you up close to his face.

"So, you're gonna be a dificult little princess?" he says with a tone that does not lack a threat, but is more excited for some reason. Suddenly you feel a hand sliding under your dress and even panties.

"What are you...ahh!" you don't manage to finish protesting before he has his hand on your tiny remain of the past self, which you've come to think of as your clit. You squirm in his embrace as the hand which is not holding you in place teases and caresses your special place. You tilt your head back and feel yourself getting close. But if he thinks that he can just control you like this, he has no idea that this sword cuts both ways. You manage to get your dainty hand past his belt and soon you get a good clasp. You start stroking his long and thick member. He grunts and you moan, as you get into a nice rhytm, quickening the pace steadily. It's almost a race by this point.

A race which you lose, your body twitching during a strong climax. Oh well, winners deserve their price, you think to yourself and fall to your knees, while Broderick unbuckles his belt and let's his cock out. Despite its size, you feel like Broderick's pride has been made for your mouth and you give some weight to that theory by sucking it like there's no tommorow. Not long after he holds your head steady, delivering several spurts of cum into your mouth, which you swallow with pleasure.

Since walking seems impossible for both of you for at least 20 minutes now, you cuddle up with Broderick. You whisper, gently pleading:

"Don't use my royal title, Broderick. It just reminds me of something I will have to lose later. You gave me the name Mia and now I am Mia. Call me by my name, please." He runs his hand through youir hair.

"Before you decided to use my arm as a punching bag, I said I had an idea. There's more people trying to catch up to us than trees in this forest. But the thing is, they expect us to be on the constant move. It might sound crazy, but we could gain time and certainly safety if we settled somehere for a couple of weeks. It would also give us time to get to know each other better, Mia." he says and you give him a peck on his cheek to signal that he's being a good boy.

"I like the idea, but have you fail to notice that we're in the middle of total wilderness? We barely have a tent, let alone anything to settle in for weeks" you say and sigh. Broderick stands up and pushes you up as well by your hand.

"If we go now and don't stop again, not that I'm complaining, I can get us to a pretty much ideal place to stay at, at dusk. Will you manage?" he asks and you nod. There seems to be no sense in asking further questions, Broderick has a plan and that's definitely good enough for you to just follow him. Plus, if there's any chance of a future with Broderick (what a foolish and beautiful dream that is), you want him to know that you can keep up with him.

You set out and it's not long before you feel like resting again, but you don't bring it up and keep walking. You spend hours on the brink of just falling over, running on the last drops of your willpower and love (Oh my God, it is love!) of Broderick. Few scattered rays of sunlight grace the ground and you are at your definite breaking point, ready to beg Broderick to stop.

"Bro..Broderick.." you start, but all of a sudden he jumps right next to you and covers your mouth with his large hand. You are in shock, but know better to trust this instinct and freeze up, not making a move or a sound. Broderick's eyes are darting all over until they converge on a small bush, out of which walks out a gigantic wolf. His growl sounds like a distant thunder of a deadly storm, his movements are slick, elegant - a perfect killing machine. That makes two of them in your immediate vicinity. Broderick lowers his head, keeping an eye contact with the magnificent beast and then he...smiles. at least it looks like a smile, but certainly not one you would like to encounter in the wild yourself. Broderick and the wolf enter into a staring contest for at least a minute, in complete silence. Broderick's hand is slowly opening up like a blossom, ready to grasp at his sword. Finally the wolf turns and runs away. You exhale and relax.

Which happens right before you let out a shriek, when an arrow buries itself in a tree trunk, few inches from Broderick's head. He remains calm.

"You just cost me a fine piece of fur, boy." a booming older voice says, coming from the forest. You close your eyes and pray that your protector can get both of you out of this one as well.

"You shouldn't hunt those, they have the souls of dead warriors in them." says Broderick. The booming voice is closer, you hear steps as he moves towards the two of you, laughing.

"You think too much about things that aren't real. I never should have let your mother read you from those books she liked."

You open your eyes and see an older man who resembles a wolf himself. A wolf and also Broderick.

"Who's your pretty and loud company?" the greyhaired man asks.

"Dad, this is Mia. My fiancée." Broderick says. You smile at him and then do a little curtsey.

"Good morning, sir."