Under moonlit skies that glowed deep purple through the haze, I sprang to attention, crushing myself behind the trunk of a tree in the forest. Waiting. I panted heavily after sprinting to this point, our midnight rendezvous. Sweat trickled off my brow and glistened in the moonlight on my robust pecs, bi’s, and tri’s. At a spot slightly lower than my belt buckle, my loins pressed hard against my tights as I thought of how I had left her.
She was on her bed, all spread out in a beautiful white flowing dress, like a darling lover that owned love in a thousand ways or a bride with the most lovesick groom. Yet sadly neither of these was true. Cassia was the proverbial princess stuck in the castle, under guard by a dragon – so to speak. The fire-breathing monster, otherwise known as her fiancé, was Centaurius – an arrogant swine who worked for her father and held to the belief that Cassia was his servant girl and lived to honor and worship him alone.
Cassia was miserable. That was until I snuck into her chambers late at night and told her that I loved her. It was absurd to think that a servant boy like me could love a princess like her, but it was true. I told her there was a better way outside the castle walls. A place where she could be free to live and love without suppression or abuse.
We talked all night and I told her how beautiful she was, not only on the outside – which was incredible as it was – but on the inside, with her sweet charm and her gentle voice and her smile that radiated from a place of pure love and joy of spirit. I told her how I had had a crush on her for years, while she never even knew I existed. By morning, I think she had changed her mind about me and began to see me in a different light.
I returned to her chamber the next night and we kissed for the first time. But for fear of the guards, I left before we went any further. Night after night followed like this and we desperately wanted each other. Finally, we could stand it no longer and made love in silence on her Egyptian cotton and goose down sheets. Trying to keep silent was a challenge. When we were writhing in rhythm and she was biting hard into a pillow and moaning like a she-wolf, I was sure that we would be caught. Thankfully, no one interrupted us in what was so good and lovely and ecstatic.
Finally we made plans to escape. We would meet at midnight on this day at this very spot in the forest, far from the castle grounds. But it was risky. At first, I worried that I wouldn’t see her again. For her to leave meant risking everything just for me. And what could I offer her but my love?
And then suddenly, my heart leapt for joy. My panting had just subsided when I saw her through the trees, rushing through the forest in her long white gown, like a bright ghost in the woods. As soon as I saw her, I ran to her, too. We met in a strong embrace – a victory celebration of sorts. I could feel her breath on mine and we kissed long and hard, knowing that she was finally free! They would come looking for her. But not tonight. As our kiss deepened and our clothes were shed, we seized the moment, latching onto each other in the cool night, making passionate love under the moon that had witnessed our daring escape.