@fiercewanderer > Con’t.
Oh, how tempting this priestess moved before him, the way that she flaunted her body for a prince who had just ended a man’s life. Connor’s eyes simply tracked the fabric that obscured the view he was eager to see, watching and waiting for the dress to fall completely. It was safe to say that he was captivated, mesmerized by Nadine’s divine breasts. It was as if they were molded in the heavens, round and supple, most certainly. She was of perfection, sculpted by a master artist. Nevertheless, his hands would be the only ones to caress them from now and on.
As soon as Nadine moved in closer to him, the prince settled both of his hands against his lover’s hips. How curvaceous and smooth she felt against his palms, a piece of life and glee in his touch. Slowly, Connor brushed his hands up and down against Nadine’s waist. Worshipping her frame was a priority on his list. But his one-track focus had been broken by the sudden sound of fabric tearing apart and buttons bouncing upon the hardwood floor. The action caused him to widen his eyes in a bit of a surprise, but he complied with her wishes and allowed the torn shirt to fall from his body with a shrug of his shoulders.
“My words are not just words, my blessed one. They are fortified promises.” Connor added with complete certainty, his eyes not shifting away from witnessing Nadine working away at his pants. Disrobed from his trousers with a few simple tugs, the prince’s cock sprung free – hard, solid, and ready to please.
The feel of Nadine’s hand enclosing around his shaft earned a notable expel of air from his mouth, the muscles of his abdomen twitched from the welcomed attention. And once those strokes began, a heavy moan departed the prince’s mouth. He desperately wanted to feel more of his lady – in all manners of speaking. Connor just wanted to feel her close, to be the reason that she feels satisfaction and not worry.
Alas, before he could make another move, she lowered down onto her knees and looked up to him. Many would bow to him, bend their knee to respect the hierarchy. But there was no other that could look as alluring as she does. Just to even watch Nadine take his cock inside of her mouth was a priceless treasure that could not be found elsewhere. A growl built in his throat and his breathing increased with the speed of her bobbing head. The warmth and the dampness of her mouth caused incessant throbbing, which only caused Connor to grip one of his hand into Nadine’s hair. If she continued at this rate, he would release in her mouth in no time. But, no. He could not let that happen. He must take control.
“Ah, fuck, Dina –” A huffy exclaim came forth as his muscles contracted and flexed a bit more. At that point, Connor pulled the priestess head away from pleasuring him. Now, his shaft was bathed in her own saliva. Soon, that saliva-coated cock would be pounding into her tight core.
Grabbing onto each of her hands, the prince guided Nadine up from her perch on the floor and pushed her back onto the bed with a lazy shove, causing her to land on her back against the sheets. Walking closer towards the edge of the bed, Connor grabbed onto each of Nadine’s thighs and hauled her body in harshly towards his own as he stood. Here, his plan was to ram into her, beat against her walls until she released fine juices for him. Devouring her with his lips was on the menu, no doubt. He would be gentler with her, but... she did not want that. And she will get what she wants.
With Nadine’s legs at the sides of his hips, he uses a couple of fingers to travel along the length of her slit, his thumb making circular motions against her clit. Eventually, his fingers emerged deeper into her hot entrance, giving the priestess a few thrusts – an inch or so, give or take. That only lasted for a few seconds before Connor retracted his fingers and lifted them up to his own mouth to brush his tongue over them, taking the opportunity to taste her delightful wetness. How lovely it was – and it was all for him.
“Dina, you are wet and ripe for the taking. Taut, as well. Now, spread.” Connor directed in a firm tone just before using his hands to part her thighs from each other a bit more. Once she had became a bit more accessible, Connor guided the tip of his cock into her tight hole. But not long after that, he snapped his hips and drove his length further into Nadine. Rough and quick, with merciless impelling as she requested. Back and forth did the prince strike into his lover’s hips, submerging his inches in her soaking core.
Connor did not stop there, though. He gripped underneath each of Nadine’s thighs and slowly started to pin them near her sides against the bed. Easily, this exposed her even more to him. With a bit of lean forward, it offered him a better angle for his strokes. Tilting his head down a bit, his hair hung down and shadowed over his face as he looked down between them. His eyes were too focused on the enjoyable sight of seeing his manhood disappear so deeply within the priestess.
“Shit – Look at how well you take me. I will not stop until you are satisfied – I will not stop until you scream. Not until you cum for me.” He spoke breathy words of an oath; An oath that he intended on honoring on this glorious night of alcohol... and bloodshed.
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