She was the princess of a bustling Merchant empire, Yet the day came thanks in part to her father, A man who had dealing in everything from weapons to slave's, He had Accidentally allowed a princess visiting a nearby village to be branded and sold off as a slave, As if that wasn't bad enough, Gaining only a silver or two not even the price of a ransom. The army marched down and sought to burn the kingdom to the ground scorching every last stone, The Castle being the first to fall leading to the Hasty retreat, The princess's form a supple milky hue with long, Dirty Strawberry blonde hued locks of hair, Full rounded breast stained with a light sweaty sheen, smooth little tummy and a valentine shaped rump. She was busy eyeing that fine Stallion, In Full shimering Armor. The plan? Ride to one of the friendly nations and get help! Yet she hadn't a clue how to even ride a horse properly, In haste Somehow she managed to be pushed onto the Stallion backwards, With The bonds to loose, They did well to hold her on top the horse for a single stride, Possibly even Two before they allowed her to slide down around that heavy barreled chest of the stallion, Eclipsed in darkness her only clue to what happend? Feeling the not so gentle Snatch of her hair by those powerful strides of the Stallion, Her form hidden almost perfectly by that heavy Mail armor and the battle dress as she slipped from atop the stallion, Around its side to hand from its belie. That long battle dress the Stallion wore would hang Nearly to the ground below. The only give away that she was even there on the apparent Riderless horse? The sight of those long locks of hair that almost Matched the Stallions own Mane. The princess screamed for her life as the Stallion took off, Heavy hooved limbs kicking up sand and mud, Blood stained grass upwards to splatter her one perfect milky complexion. By time the Stallion started to slow to that heavy spirited Trot she was left bouncing, Up and down her bare breast crushed against its swollen stomach, Her thighs parted, Stretched upwards Almost wrapped around the Stallions neck, Tied by the ankle to its Reigns. Tight tight enough that her body was pressed firm against its body yet able to sway, Swing idly against its underside as she was left with her head tilted back, Groaning softly, That heavy gallop leaving her dazed, Drooling ever so slightly with a bruised lip. The smell under the horse nothing short of Dizzying, Thick balmy scent of its sweat she stared, Watching those thick swollen melon sized orbs. Swollen leathery orbs bounce and sway with every stride the Stallion made, Dripping with large beads of sweat that would occasionally be sent to splatter against her gentle features. She stared at it, Watching with an lewd interest with little clue what the feeling of her painted lips brushing against that heavy sheath would mean in the cumming moments.