like a stranger you came out of the night

The First Taste || Fuinn

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Quinn had anticipated more of a fight from Finn at the beginning, but he had been her royal subject for a while now and was always willing to do whatever as in her best interest… now she knew just how deep that loyalty lie. Being that this was her first time of any sexual experience, Quinn wanted to explore it all; she couldn’t resist climbing up his tall frame and spreading her thighs invitingly, ordering Finn to take the first taste of her. With immediate meet of his tongue to her core Quinn moaned softly, her toes curling into lavish bed sheets while her fingers twisted within his hair. God, she could so get used to this. Not often was it that Quinn was willing to give up control, but Finn had gained a little leverage, now that he practically had her soaking just from a few manipulations of his tongue. The more he encouraged her the bolder the princess became; tugging his hair as his face became sandwiched between strong thighs, Quinn’s grip ventured to the headboard instead, swiveling her hips and practically riding his face - harder and faster - the more he groped at her curves and pulled her heavier onto his mouth. The way he lapped and devoured her hungrily caused Quinn’s noises to pitch to pathetic whimpers as her heart raced and breathing sped, the closer she came to climaxing. His firm hands pawing at her– the eagerness of his tongue in solid, fast bursts and his lips brushing over her clit with every swipe was just too much. Sent over with a rushing, hard orgasm, Quinn’s thighs trembled as her essence spilled onto his lips; she panted and mewled as he cleaned her up, she still sensitive and shaking a little as hands again strummed through his hair. Quinn easily could have done that alone all night, but she wanted every inch of him… literally.

“Judging from the mess I made, one would say you very much pleased me,” Quinn smirked down at him, trying to ignore the aftershocks still rippling through her small frame. Wiping leftover cum from his chin, the blonde pushed that coated finger between her guard’s lips, giving him one more lingering taste before proceeding south down his body. His response to her giving him a reward drew an amused chuckle from the blonde, as she could already feel the bulge inside of his pants before even opening them. “Thought so,” Quinn husked, impatiently ridding Finn of his pants and underwear; as his thickness spilled out with a thud her gasp was audible. Musing about what a tight fit it would be, hazel eyes captured his darker than usual chocolate ones. “I mean, I figured you would be big… look at you. Guess you’re going to be stuffing me to the brim, aren’t you?” For a princess, the dirty talk spilled off her tongue was anything but regal; however, she noticed that only seemed to turn Finn on more. Knelt between his legs, she teased the underside of his cock, giving deliberate, but taunting glides of her tongue, all the while her hand busied itself with keeping him steadily aroused. She wanted to her her name on his lips by the time he finally let go. Without breaking stare, her lips slipped along the head of his shaft, suckling slowly and lapping her tongue across sensitive ridges, wanting to remind Finn that even if he’d just brought her to completion she was still in charge. She ordered that he beg her to blow him if he really wanted it, her mouth again settled around his thickness and riling him up, awaiting to hear his pleas. The instant he fulfilled her demand, Quinn moaned, feeling her own thighs throb again with his words, and she began to follow her promise by taking his cock deeper into the heat of her mouth. Quinn wanted Finn to be loud– she desired hearing how hot she got him and how good she was at what she was doing. No one would ever know it was him in her chamber; the castle walls were thick enough.

Groaning softly at his hiss, Quinn could feel Finn twitching and firming with every drag of her mouth. It took her a few moments to get used to the feel of her throat so full without gagging, but swallowing heavily around him, it wasn’t long before the princess gained her composure and began to slide her mouth up and down his length more fluidly, only picking up the pace with each bob of her head. Her hazel eyes now shades darker still latched onto his gaze; delicate fingers curled around the base of his cock, helping to double her efforts and allow herself to take more of him in. Quinn slowly relaxed her cheeks so that she reeled him in deep enough that the head of his manhood pushed against her throat; swallowing every so often with her stuffed full mouth, the princess’s lips firmed suction around his sheathed shaft and began to suckle along with her bobbing bursts, desperate to send him over. As much as she’d been all about her own pleasure, it got her so hot and bothered to see Finn close to falling apart just from her own ministrations. Pulling her lips from him with a pop, Quinn’s hand started to jerk his cock faster as she spoke, allowing her breath to ghost over the tip of him. “I want to hear you moan my name when you let explode. If you don’t, this will be the last time I’ll let you cum.” That was of course a lie, given part of the point was for Finn to impregnate her, but he didn’t know that… yet. With a devious grin, her mouth returned to its former position; sucking, slurping, blowing his cock with fervent eagerness– more powerful than before. With each suck she had him pounding into her throat now, again the princess swallowing so as to not choke on his cock. The hand that wasn’t assisting strummed along Finn’s thighs, before cupping sensitive balls and massaging to push him over. “Cum for me, Finn,” she hummed around his thickness, without falter. Already she could feel her own arousal soaked again, likely dripping on his legs below, and the messy sheets.

Given that she was in all senses of the word the one in charge, Finn felt no desire to tell Quinn no on anything she was demanding of him right now. Not that he ever really did, it was his job to fulfill her every whim. It’s just that now those whims including giving her pleasure on demand. Having the royal princess literally riding his face was as surprising to him as it was a turn-on, with every taste of her telling him he may just have been the luckiest son of a bitch in the kingdom. Using his tongue to probe Quinn in depth as fingers tightened around bare thighs, he brought her to noisy completion and left her quivering a bit as she came. Lapping her up completely, once she slipped further back down his body to straddle his chest again as she let go of the headboard and began to run a hand through his hair, his eyes locked onto the darkened hazel peering down on him. It seemed right that she’d be looking down on him as she did as a member of the royal family, and upon him asking if he’d pleased her as she wanted, her response was saucy and made him smirk a bit too. With a gentle swipe she collected the juices still dotting his chin with her finger, and pushed it between his lips... the way she took charge so forcefully had Finn a little dizzied at how much it turned him on to be treated like this by her. She didn’t waste any time in relieving him of the rest of his clothes, tugging pants and boxers down and off of his frame to reveal him to her, and Finn quite enjoyed the gasp that she made. But right away she was back to the edge in her voice, musing about how he’d be stuffing her thanks to his size. Finn simply shrugged with a little gleam in his eye, biting his lip, and watching as she hovered between his legs she sized him up. Taking him in her hand, petite hand as it was that grasped him, the princess began to run her tongue along the underside of his shaft slowly, giving him almost too much time to become accustomed to the feeling.

“Jesus,” he whispered as her hand began to pump slowly, causing him to harden even faster for her and with royal lips rolling over his tip, it wasn’t too much longer before she began to take him into her mouth now. It was still deliberately slow though, more of a tease than anything, and Finn could feel the cravings begin to take over his body. It was at that point that the princess ordered him to beg her for a blow job, and given all circumstances he again was in no position to resist. Doing so, begging her loudly to put her mouth on him and blow him, he watched as Quinn let out a moan before leaning over more and beginning to do just that. She took him into her mouth more fully, doing her best to accomodate him and it brought louder sounds from him too as he gasped and groaned at the soft feeling of her throat surrounding him. The castle had thick stone walls, thick enough to prevent anybody else from hearing what was going on; which was entirely the reason why she’d lured him to her personal chambers he assumed. Their eyes met again, even as her head began to bob up and down on him, and as he disappeared further inside of her mouth and throat it didn’t stop the searing look Quinn gave him as she watched him carefully. Finn only grew louder as the feelings began to take him over; with every swipe and dip against him, the heat from the plushness of her mouth causing him to throb out of control now. His hands grabbed at the sheets beneath him, desperately finding something to hang onto as she proceeded to work him up into such a firm state now.

For someone who hadn’t had any sexual experience before, Finn noted just how good Quinn was at everything she was doing. “You’re a natural, princess,” he breathed in between stilted pants, groaning again louder as her hand picked up speed, jerking him around the base as the royal mouth continued to devour him inch by inch. Her fingers felt like magic to him, and hearing her speak again as the vibrations ensued, Finn listened to every single word she said. Demanding to hear her name out of him when he came, Finn nodded his head and in another strangled breath added “Yes, your Highness.” It wouldn’t take much more coaxing from her to bring him to the edge anyways, especially with her hand massaging him steadily. Finn fought the urge to keep it going as long as he could, but his willpower finally broke and with a sudden surge and one more heavy pump of her hand he came hard. “OH FUCK, QUINNNNNNN!” He didn’t as a rule address her by her first name, but now seemed like as good a time as any as he spilled down her throat and gave her the full load she’d demanded of him too. His body shook hard as he let go completely, relaxing against the mattress and without thinking lifted his hand to press against Quinn’s cheek. Unable to help himself, Finn groaned again loudly as the princess continued to clean him up a little bit. “Thank you princess, that was... amazing.”

#para: The First Taste

The First Taste || Fuinn

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This had been easier than Quinn had imagined; she’d assumed there would be a little resistance on Finn’s part, but he wasn’t fighting her one bit. It turned her on even more to know that he actually wanted her back, or at least his reactions to her whims and his words seemed as if that were true. She began to wonder if Finn had ever thought of this before; what it would be like to taint the very princess he’d spent his time watching over and protecting. In her opinion there was no other man suited for the job; Finn knew her better than most, and had seen her at her best as well as worst. At times she could be bashful, but it seemed the opposite was true around the burly bodyguard that she just wanted to ravage and make him return the favor to her. His body buckled beneath hers, muscles twitching with each touch, and finally she had the chance to appreciate his build more properly than just when he protected her on a daily basis. Finn’s hands on her curves felt like magic; Quinn’s voice cracked as he palmed her wet center with her own nudging and fingers traipsed through warm folds to tease her. The kiss was a surprise, but welcomed, and Quinn returned it with fervor. She’d really never been kissed properly, and although Finn hadn’t been given a choice in this whole matter, he was the one to initiate that. Sinking into it as her tongue curled and rolled against his, Quinn began to strip off more of her clothes, her hand again covering his down between her thighs. She couldn’t resist teasing about it being a tight fit as she slipped her lips around his now dampened digit, sucking and taunting the guard as a preview of what were to come shall he follow her demands. Hazel eyes, blackened with lust, remained glued to his as his touch now was wet with a mixture of her– from both sets of lips. The princess picked up on the change of his breathing patterns and smirked as she let his hand go and made way down Finn’s body to prepare for the real thing soon enough. First though she delicately rid herself of any other layers, allowing Finn to see her completely now.

Hearing his breath of approval and noting the way his own eyes darkened only heightened the anticipation bubbling within her. Helping her get him out of his clothes left Finn just in his boxers, but as she slid down his body Quinn teased him again, her small hand cupping his clothed cock and giving a gentle squeeze. She moaned softly as she felt him hardening more under her touch, her own arousal so strong that she slithered back up his body until her heat hovered just over his handsome face. Quinn explained that if he were good she’d taste him, but first that she wanted him to have the first taste of her; before she even had the chance to lower onto him completely Finn was agreeing, a sexy smirk on his face while he promised that he wanted more than just that. The tip of his tongue meeting her center and flicking over sensitivity caused Quinn’s thighs to shake a little as a low growl erupted from her throat. A second swipe of wet muscle prompted her eyes to squeeze closed briefly; she wanted to keep them open the entire time and watch him eat her out, but the pleasure was just too intense with those first exploratory licks. The bodyguard below too was groaning and eliciting sounds of approval, which only made Quinn even wetter as his mouth surrounded her arousal and even grasped toned thighs with strong hands to pull her down atop of him. Had he not encouraged her to she would have anyway, but this made it all the more enjoyable to know that Finn was as eager as she was. Her hands grasped the headboard tightly, eyes fighting to stay open despite the heaviness as she watched Finn’s own close as he ravished her, head and jaw moving happily between her thighs. His tongue deftly and thoroughly burrowed deeper inside of her; every motion was mesmerizing, and Quinn’s thighs continued to tremble a little, but she tried not to let them tighten so much that she’d suffocate the poor guy. “Fuck,” the naughtiest of words spurred from the princess in a low moan, and as Finn’s hand grasped her breast needfully and he encouraged her to grind against him, Quinn relinquished a proud hiss. “Yesss, that’s my good boy,” she encouraged, moving her hips now but slowly at first so that she was riding his face, his tongue still flicking and combing her depths.

Quinn had never experienced anything like this– her first orgasm not from her own hands was approaching, and the closer it came, the faster she started to swivel her hips. Knuckles a little white with the way her body was shaking as that climax pended, one of the princesses’ hands snaked down below, falling into Finn’s hair and grasping it a little roughly the quicker her motions came. “Keep going baby– almost there,” Quinn huffed. She could feel him speeding up his tongue to tip her over; brushes of his nose against her clit as Finn sank into the motions eventually unraveling the blonde as she came hard, her hips still as the rest of her body shuddered with release. A loud moan sounded through the room as her essence filled his mouth and dotted his lips and chin; Quinn didn’t care though if anyone heard. She was married, after all… they likely thought she was with Kurt. Giving him a breathless smile as Quinn lifted off of his lips, she scooted back down to his abdomen for a moment to catch her breath. “That was amazing. I think someone’s had some practice,” the princess mused, swiping a finger along Finn’s chin to dry up a little bit of the wetness she’d left. “First orgasm. And there’s a lot more where that came from.” Running her fingers through his hair as she allowed Finn a minute to cool down too now that he was no longer trapped between her thighs, Quinn’s still quivering frame slithered lower so that her face was hovering just over his underwear. “You were so good… so you get a reward,” she smirked, slowly sliding off Finn’s boxers, his thick cock springing free and the size making her gasp. “May be a really tight fit, actually,” she purred, the princess connecting her gaze with his again as she dipped down to drag her tongue slowly along the base of his length, tortuously to the tip. Repeating the action a few times, soft fingers wrapped around his shaft as her tongue started to circle the head of his cock, flicking back and forth in tease. “I wanna hear you beg for it,” the princess murmured, her lips sealing around him now and giving a languid, daunting suckle. “Beg me to blow you, Finn.”

Inside the chambers of the royal princess, Finn’s duties now expanded greatly to providing pleasure for Quinn, in every single way she demanded. His initial shock hadn’t entirely worn off, but had at least calmed some to the point that he was okay to do as she commanded. Okay wasn’t the right word for it... elated was more like it. It wasn’t hard to be attracted to the young blonde woman, her face was the picture of elegance and beneath her royal clothing was the body of a dynamo. As she stripped bare, having trapped him on her bed and straddled him it was a brand new perk of his position, literally and figuratively, to be able to see Quinn in absolutely nothing. An hourglass figure and gorgeous from head to each manicured toe, Finn was immensely turned on by his demanding boss. She wasn’t shy about informing him of what she wanted either, not really giving him an option either way but when it became obvious that he wouldn’t be fighting this in any way it only seemed to embolden the spoiled princess more. Engaging her in a kiss that he started made her even more fiery, as she slid up his stomach, straddling him and letting her center press along skin now littered with goosebumps. He let out a low rumble in pleasure already, bulging beneath his pants, but her first priority as always was to her own needs, these ones just more primal than he was used to. Demanding that he take the first taste of her, she lifted herself up above him and with darkened hazel eyes stared down at him between spread thighs. Finn gratefully licked his lips as he returned the stare at first, lifting his head up and letting his tongue make first contact with her.

Soon he was coaxing her to lower a little, and his mouth began to move against her, ravishing the royal woman with his tongue as he swept in and out of her, carefully covering every inch of her as thighs pressed against the sides of his head. His own hands soon had hold of her, pressing her down more firmly so that Finn could pleasure Quinn as she’d insisted, every once in a while eyes would open to see her holding on to the headboard and hearing far less than ladylike words to spill from her lips. Getting her to come out of her shell like this was even more of a turn on for Finn, and when she began to swivel her hips a little bit, riding his face and running a hand through his hair Finn quickened the pace even more. He memorized the taste of her, unable to stop himself from such a craving... it was a damn good thing she had the idea that this would be a regular thing, him at her beck and call because already he was deeming it in his mind to be the best thing to ever happen to him. Maybe she was his brother’s wife and the kingdom’s princess, but at least when alone he’d make her his. She kept the encouragement up, calling him baby and moving faster herself, and his hand reaching up to grasp at her breast egged her on further now. Before much longer she came, letting a loud moan spread throughout the room as hips stilled and a rush of essence spilled onto him. Finn lapped it up happily, and soon she moved from her perch to slide down to his stomach again, glistening dew peppering his skin still as she used a finger to collect some of it still left on his chin. Announcing it to be the first of many orgasms drew a smirk to Finn’s face, “Did I please milady?” He enjoyed the way she took power over him like this, ordering him was nothing new but in this context it was unbearably sexy.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied after she informed him that he was due a reward himself now, and watching as she slithered lower down the bed until she was kneeling between his legs, Finn felt a new surge of arousal rush to his lower half. She made short work of the last pieces of his clothing, freeing him completely and putting him on display now; she seemed surprised by his size and mused about it being a tighter fit after all, but true to her word she offered up a reward as her tongue began to run along the underside of his shaft slowly, tantalizingly so as her eyes didn’t break his gaze. With a hand slowly wrapping around him she gave a few slow pumps, and her tongue circled over his head as she quickly took control right back from him, demanding that he beg her now. “Oh god,” he panted, the feeling of soft warm lips slowly enveloping him almost too much to bear. “Please, princess... I beg of you. Please blow me, I want to know what it’s like to have your mouth on me.” His body shuddered with anticipation, and once he said the words Quinn began to fulfill her offer as she slowly began to introduce him further into her mouth. Already quite rigid, the velvety soft feeling of her throat had Finn gasping out loud. “Jesus!” He knew if his voice carried it could blow this whole deal for them, but he wasn’t in much of a position to do anything about it. “Oh shit, that feels amazing, princess.” He punctuated the last syllable with a hissing sound, throbbing inside her mouth.

The First Taste || Fuinn

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Quinn was wonderful at playing the demure, bashful princess, and there were moments when she genuinely was both. However, when something was in her mind that she wanted, the young blonde held no restraint and would do practically anything for it. Hopefully her natural sultriness would be enough to win Finn over; he didn’t fight her as he tumbled to her large bed, or when she started peeling clothes off of his body. The way he twitched and shivered with work of her teeth and fingers was proving that she wasn’t the only one turned on in the room, especially as hips boldly swiveled against his own, the sensation of his throbbing manhood beneath dress pants pressing right against her own arousal. Quinn laid it all out for Finn and explained why she’d chosen him; while everything she said was true, he still wasn’t aware of the whole pregnancy thing being the driving force. She did want him to be her first though, and at her beckon call. Hazel eyes continued burning into chocolate brown as Finn admitted that her instincts were right about his body taking to all of her motions, and that he was indeed aroused as well. “Maybe it’s wrong,” she breathed against his lips, pout hovering just inches over Finn’s, “but it’s going to feel so good. You work hard for me… you deserve to play with me too.” In haste as she let soft slips skate along his jawline, Quinn plucked the rest of his shirt open. She was a princess– she’d get him more. Lower did her mouth travel, leaving wet kisses in their wake as his chiseled torso was now on display, and Quinn couldn’t resist dragging her tongue between rippling muscles. Smiling against his skin as she unfastened his buttons and Finn didn’t totally disagree with her reasoning for choosing him and his loyalty, Quinn flipped her hair from her face and met his gaze again, hers darkened completely. “See? It makes sense. I trust you, Finn. Besides, you’re strong and sexy as hell. Also, charming. Who wouldn’t want you to take their innocence?”

The bated breaths and gasps and groans were killing Quinn, as a part of her just wanted to have her way with him right then and there. However, she wanted to take her time to really work him up and fully get him to explore her. “No one has ever touched me before,” she was certain to reiterate, “So my reactions may come on a little… strong.” Blood or not it was a scandal, but the further this went, the less against it Finn seemed to be. Quinn’s panties were soaked from being riled up by now, and she purposely pressed herself along his skin as she straddled his chest, wanting Finn to feel just what this was doing to her. The way he muttered in pleasure drew a low chuckle from the blonde, who was pulling down part of her lacy lingerie so that a perky breast was on display in tease. Quinn leaned over, brushing his lips with pert nipple and once Finn opened his mouth to speak she practically shoved it into his mouth. Gently moaning as the warmth of his mouth encapsulated sensitive bud, her noises grew a little louder once Finn got into the act a little more, his tongue traipsing over her silky skin, making pink peaks harden even more. “Ohhh,” she cooed, his strong palm reeled her in closer, and Quinn pulled the other strap down too, letting other breast fall free and graze his face as well. The princess began to lightly grind against his body to provide a little friction to quell the ache between her legs, but it wasn’t enough, and she was desperate for now only his mouth on her, but his hands too. Or, inside of her. Pushing her panties aside so that dripping, eager pussy was on display for him, Quinn took Finn’s hand in hers and unabashedly held it against her warmth. Dictating that he touch her, the blonde was relieved to feel his digits begin moving on their own accord as he mumbled into her chest, still busying his mouth. Shivering atop him, she relinquished a breathy whimper, which pitched more loudly as Finn’s fingers started to move in rougher strokes, stoking more wetness from her.

“Yesss,” Quinn gasped, enjoying how he was taking a little control. Her hisses were cut off with Finn’s lips crashing against hers– a welcomed move that she hadn’t anticipated. Moaning as she instantly kissed him in return, Quinn’s hips gave a little rock forward toward his touch. She tenderly nipped at his lower lip at her bodyguard’s confession that he did want her and couldn’t say no to anything she wanted. Grinning, she suckled on his pout and let her tongue tangle with Finn’s, savoring the taste of him and loving the strength of his body buzzing beneath her. “Anything, hmm? Because there is a lot that I want you to do, Finn. No inch unexplored. Who says we only have tonight?” Placing her hand over his again, Quinn palmed her center, forcing his to grasp her heat. “It’s going to be a tight fit though,” she teased, then bringing his hand to her lips, letting them wrap around his index finger to wet it. Her eyes trained on his again, Quinn moved her mouth a few times up and down in the same motion she would if servicing him. “I think you’re going to have to do a little prep work first, because I know you must be huge.” Then, shimmying from her panties, the princess tossed them to the floor, allowing Finn better access. She was dying for more skin from him though and figured he too needed some room. Dragging the material of his pants down his legs, Quinn was pleased as Finn lifted a little, allowing and assisting her in the effort. She kept his underwear on for now, but couldn’t resist palming hard erection and rubbing him gently through thin material as she slithered back up his form again. “I really want to make you feel good, Finny,” Quinn murmured, finally unsnapping her bra and letting it fall between them so that her royal body was now fully revealed. “But first I want you to taste me. If you’re a good boy then I’ll taste you too. I want to… so I hope you won’t keep me from getting what I want.” Sweeping Finn’s hair from his forehead almost affectionately, Quinn crawled until her silky femininity hovered right above his face, toned thighs surrounding his cheeks. The princess grasped the headboard as her other hand snaked between her thighs to spread apart her folds and lower, wet lips. “Don’t you want to see how sweet I am, Finn? First taste is all yours.”

The time he’d spent in the presence of the princess Finn had learned that there were two sides to Quinn Fabray, and it wasn’t often that she let people see both sides. In a way that made him closer to her anyways, and the way she drew him right into her bedroom and began to pull him into a steamy clinch had Finn off-guard but still very receptive to the royal woman’s charms. Finding himself laying on her bed now as the blonde climbed on top of him, Finn’s body was betraying him as he felt a surge of arousal flowing through him. The way she was soon straddling him, she could feel it too and it was just making her that much bolder in her efforts to demand sex from him. She’d already stripped his jacket off and now was working at his shirt, plucking each button before tearing it open completely and soon Quinn’s mouth was tracing his muscled torso. Finn had to be in the best shape possible with his job, and this was a perk that hadn’t ever entered his mind until now but thankful to be in shape he let out another low rumbling growl. The truth was it felt amazing to feel her tongue against his skin, and the extreme beauty that she possessed would be enough to snare any man. She wanted him and wasn’t being coy in the slightest, direct worked for her and always got her what she wanted before... no reason to believe it wouldn’t now. His comments had agreeing, pointing out how nobody could turn down the chance to take her innocence and her virginity, Finn couldn’t disagree whatsoever. Pointing out that nobody had ever so much as touched her before, she was doing her best to win him over though Finn was so close to breaking anyways; and half apologized to coming on strong. It was actually even more of a turn-on to Finn that she was, the mere thought of what a scandal this would be was putting this into such a forbidden but naughty situation... bad news for both of them, which only made it hotter.

Giving him a little glimpse as she slipped a breast out of her already skimpy lingerie, Finn’s eyes drank it in but soon he was getting much more of an eyeful, as well as a mouthful as she proceeded to throw her cleavage into his face, her nipple presented to his lips and Finn began to roll his tongue over it, finally teasing the princess just a little in response as a throaty hum came out. He could feel her body in reaction, tensing a bit and as both breasts became freed and Finn paid proper attention to both. It was the way she took his free hand and guided it between warm thighs that truly shook Finn, digits grazing over wet folds and pulled-aside lace fabric, her voice shakier now as he began to rub against her sensitivity a little stronger now, with Quinn grinding back a bit now too. Boldly the bodyguard picked his head up from her chest and stole a kiss back, surprising the princess but welcomed in return as their tongues curled against each other. She went so far as to nibble on his lip in further tease, Finn confessing by now that he did want her and that he couldn’t say no to anything that she asked of him. It was his job anyways, but no man could resist the temptations that she offered, especially in this current position. In response she husked that she wanted to explore every inch, words Finn didn’t think she’d chosen on accident- and hinted that perhaps this wouldn’t be just a one night request of him. He was good with that, but didn’t have a chance to tell her as her hand found his again and pressed harder, his hand firmly palming against her wetness now and body pitching slightly. Guiding his hand to her own lips now she mused how it would be a tight fit and then let his finger enter her mouth, the intense way she eyed him as her mouth moved up and down his index finger slowly had Finn exhaling one more time. Directness was not a problem for the princess and Finn was beyond aroused now, throbbing and in need of more thanks to her actions.

Slipping out of her panties and tossing them aside, Finn was very much aware that she was sitting completely naked on his abdomen now with nothing between them. She didn’t stop there though and worked at his pants, with a little assistance from Finn she’d managed to slide them off too but stopped at his boxers, instead palming his firmness through them. He throbbed partially in her grasp, and then as his royal sister-in-law began crawling back up his body again; adamant that she wanted to make him feel good she finally ditched her bra too, giving Finn a full view of her bodacious royal body from head to toe. “Jesus,” he breathed as he saw her completely, eyes fully darkened now to match hers, and he watched her crawl higher and higher up his body as she told him what she wanted him to do- to taste her, promising to taste him in return if he was a ‘good boy’. Finn nodded as she was hovering right above him now, eyes cast right down at him as she quite literally presented herself to him. Told that the first taste was all his, Finn allowed himself a smirk to her. “I want more than a taste, your majesty. Lifting his head from the pillow beneath it, he flicked his tongue over her softness, running along her and collecting some of the wetness. Groaning louder now as he tasted the princess, Finn lifted his head higher and went in for a second taste. His hands free, they began to grasp Quinn’s thighs as he pulled her down lower so that she was sitting on his face, and able to bury his tongue inside of her now as lips pressed against warm, wet skin. Finn’s eyes shut as he began to pleasure her now, deftly using his tongue to explore her as he breathed through flared nostrils. Unable to speak, his eyes flew open again as he watched Quinn’s responses, noting how she clung to the headboard tighter. Snaking a hand up her body, Finn grabbed at one of her breasts again, roughly squeezing it as he encouraged her to move her lower half against him, tongue still flicking and darting back and forth inside of her. Finn’s jaw moved quickly, strong thighs on either side of his face keeping him warm as he dined happily on the princess, his own lower body throbbing more and more with each passing minute.

The First Taste || Fuinn

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Once Quinn knew what she wanted, there was no denying her it– she wouldn’t give up until it was hers. The determination in the blonde was one of her most attractive features, besides the obvious physical ones. She could come on a little strong, and knew it, but there was this charm and allure that seemed to allow her to get away with it. Almost like a siren, she could easily reel in just about anyone with her charisma. Finn Hudson was her target, and she wasn’t going to give up until he was inches deep inside of her. The princess smiled as her loyal bodyguard was pulled inside; Finn was clearly confused, especially once he noticed her scantily clad form behind locked chamber doors. Quinn tried not to leave him much room to speak, or think, afraid that she might scare him off too much, to the point that he’d drop the job and never return. Prying his jacket off without permission, she managed to push him back onto the bed, more or less a measure of his unbalance rather than her own strength. Finn was a big guy - much bigger than she. She had to imagine he was bigger in a lot of places. Giving her spiel about how with her husband unable to please her sexually, Quinn wasted no time in her seductive crawl atop his body, her fingers sensing the way he flexed and twitched beneath her petite frame. Quinn knew Finn was strong, otherwise his job as a bodyguard would be a bit pointless. He was kind too though, those soft, warm… currently bewildered eyes gazed into her fiery hazel ones, and at first all she did was quirk a smile. She had him right where she wanted him, and leaning in, let her teeth tease his ear gently as she whispered demands into his ear– ones that she wouldn’t take no for an answer to.

Using her sexiest, raspiest voice to demand that he taint her, Quinn released a low chuckle as Finn barely managed a reply, his reaction coming out a little nervously and still, baffled. Admittedly she was getting off on this power over him, how he nearly squirmed underneath her. However, it was the little growl that pilfered from his throat and the very obvious burgeoning erection from her actions that really stoked the flame. She’d always been attracted to Finn in a forbidden sort of way, but now she could have him however and whenever she wanted; once her plan of seduction was through. “Awww, sweetie,” she grinned down at Finn wickedly once he finally choked out a question, he tone more condescending than anything. Her fingers came to strum along her jaw while another husky chuckle befell the blonde. “It’s cute that you think I’m asking, but I’m not. I’m ordering. You are going to fuck me, and you’re going to like it. We both will. I have my reasons.” Her eyes remained trained on his, the connection deep and magnetic. “I’ve had to stay pure all of these years, basically locked away, and now that I’m finally free to satisfy those cravings, I have a husband that doesn’t even want me. Do you know how much pent up arousal I have teeming within? Tons. And I want you to be the one to take it. I’d consider it a gift more than anything if I were you.” Gently, Quinn’s hips rolled against Finn’s, grazing right over the growing bulge in his pants and a whimper escaped her in the process. “Are you saying you don’t want me?” she feigned a pout as her hips pressed into his again, this time more ravenously. “Because your cock tells me otherwise.”

Nimble fingers skimmed Finn’s side and his broad torso before they started to pluck open the buttons of his dress shirt. Pressing her lips to his jaw as she worked off his shirt, Quinn gave his skin a little nip, then tugged the material away from him. If she ripped the shirt, she could always buy him a new one. “Is it so crazy to want my loyal bodyguard to take my virginity?” Quinn whispered, trailing down Finn’s body and letting her lips skate over every ripple of his muscles. “It’s not like we’re blood related. And it’s going to stay our little secret.” Unbuttoning his pants just enough that Finn could breathe a little better and to ease all of the pressure bubbling lower, she moved up further again to where she now straddled his bare chest. Quinn knew her lacy panties were damp with arousal, and purposely let them rub against his skin as she pulled down the straps of her negligee. “If you really didn’t want me, you would have pushed me away by now,” she pointed out lowly, drawing down one side of the lacy garment to expose a perky breast. “Take me, Finn. Blow your princesses’s mind.” As Finn parted his lips to respond, Quinn leaned over, forcing her breasts into his face and growling as a nipple entered his mouth, the warmth and wetness spreading goosebumps over her skin. While he was distracted, Quinn grabbed the bodyguard’s hand and slipped her panties aside, pushing his hand against her heat so he could feel how wet she was for him. “Touch me, Finn,” she purred a command, holding his hand against her sensitivities as her hips rocked forward into his touch. “You know you want to.”

Finn had known from the first time he’d ever met her, that Quinn Fabray was a woman who got what she wanted. It was her birthright, basically, being a princess and royalty meant she wanted for nothing. Tonight it was a complete and utter shock to learn that what she wanted was him. Not shy in the slightest as she pulled him into her chambers, dressed scantily in red lacy lingerie and nothing more, the tone in Quinn’s voice was forceful and as she pointed out how they both knew about Kurt’s secret she made quick work of pulling off his jacket and backing him up to the king size bed until he was on his back and she was crawling onto him. Finn could barely get the words out, not only from the shock but also from the extreme state of arousal she’d thrown him right into. It would be pointless to act like Quinn wasn’t beautiful beyond all reason, and her direct approach tonight was actually pretty damned sexy... about as sexy as it was wrong. Her smirk only heightened the effects as she slithered up his body and began to tease his earlobe with her teeth, breathing out a curt demand that he fuck her right then and there. Pulse was already racing, and having it so clearly spelled out for him had Finn wondering aloud why she was asking him of all people, her brother-in-law among other things, to grant her this favor, and a low growl slipped out of him that only emboldened her further. She corrected him, pointing out that she wasn’t in fact asking at all, she was demanding that he have his way with her and ravish her here and now. And furthermore, that he enjoy it. Her eyes never left him at all, staring intensely down into his bewildered chocolate brown ones, practically willing him into this arrangement.

Her explanation of having to stay hidden away and locked up for so long, remaining pure, actually did make some sense to Finn. And she had a point too, Kurt was a lot of things, but interested in his new wife likely wasn’t one of them, at least in the kind of way she craved. Finn swallowed hard as she also pointed out how much pent up frustration she had now, that she wanted him to be the one to satisfy it and her. He nodded slowly, still unsure but at least warming to the potential of doing this for her... of doing this to her. But why him? “I... I’m just surprised, your majesty.” It was then that she rolled her hips furiously against his own, pressing against his arousal with her own and grinding a little against him which sent jolts of pleasure cascading through him. A second one had him gasping outright, releasing another growl as she called him on any pretense of not wanting her; she rightly pointed out that his manhood had a mind of its own right now, and it was growing harder and harder the more she pressed him. “Well... no.” There was a little shame in his voice now as Finn admitted to the truth. “I do want you, no matter how wrong it is, prin- Quinn. I can’t help it... my cock is telling you the truth.” The stunning princess continued to lead the way as her fingers began to pluck at the buttons on his shirt as her lips maneuvered to his jawline, kissing him softly while she continued stripping him. Rather than undo the last few buttons she tore at his shirt, popping them and leaving his shirt wide open and exposing his chest to her. Again, her voice rang in his ears and had his full attention as she asked if it was crazy that she wanted him to take her virginity, referring to him as her loyal bodyguard. “I- I suppose not,” he replied, breath still short and not able to get too many words out now. Plus, it felt damn good to feel her lips on his skin and she slowly worked down his stomach, exploring every muscle.

Another good point brought up by her, their lack of blood relation, in a lot of ways there wasn’t much to keep them from doing this. But it was a lot of justification, and still was something which would cause a lot of scandal if it ever got out. Not that Finn was in any position where he even could stop it now, as she turned her focus to undoing his pants and loosening them just so he had a little room to breath, she was soon crawling back up his body until she straddled his chest, his skin feeling the dewy wetness of panties soaked by arousal. “Oh jesus,“ he muttered, eyes beginning to roll back in his head... until she commanded his attention further by slipping down one of the shoulder straps of her lacy garment and freed a breast, taunting him with it. Finn’s eyes widened at the sight of her, so boldly showing herself off and again instructing him to take her. Starting to answer again it was the princess fully taking control as she leaned forward and stuck her cleavage in his face, practically forcing her nipple into his mouth now. It was the act so raw that had Finn reeling, barely able to control himself as instinct took over and tongue swept across the rosy peak. Wetting it and sampling a taste of her perfect body now, a hand slipped to the small of her back as she balanced on him. He could feel her adjusting against him, hips wriggling when she took his other hand and forcibly guided it to touch her. It took a second for him to realize what it was he was feeling, his eyes as well as his mouth pressed up against her, but as her hips bucked and she pressed harder against him Quinn begged him to touch her. Mumbling against her, Finn’s finger started to move in a circle, doing as his princess had demanded and pressing against her softly at first, but gradually getting rougher. The wetness collected on his index finger, and the shiver of her body on him gave Finn the chance to at least momentarily take back a bit of control as he raised his mouth to kiss Quinn with fiery results. “I do want to. I can’t say no to anything you want, Princess Fabray. Anything.“ Just like everything else Finn did for her, he would be there for every one of her needs.

The First Taste || Fuinn

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As a rather young princess of her kingdom, Quinn certainly had that air of supremacy handed down through years of the Fabrays’ ancestry. She was a little devious and rebellious, despite having a face like an angel and a voice that was equally as honeyed. For the most part Quinn did stay out of trouble; she was an intelligent young woman - maybe too much for her own good. She still didn’t forgive her parents for continuing the tradition of arranged marriages; and yet, she still cared what they thought of her… and the last thing she wanted was to lose her future throne. She’d been wed months prior to Prince Kurt Hummel, and although he was kind and the two very close friends, there was a secret only the two and Kurt’s step-brother Finn knew about– that Kurt was in fact, homosexual. Quinn understood and didn’t mind the fact, because she’d never found that attraction with him, which took off the pressure of them being forced into anything sexual, or even romantic together. No one knew what happened beyond closed doors, but it was literally nothing. Unfortunately, now Russell and Judy Fabray were overwhelming Quinn with another feat; to get pregnant, which was nearly impossible given her sham of a marriage. It wasn’t exactly something she could hide forever from them, not without producing a child. Quinn was loyal to Kurt though and didn’t want anyone to find out his secret; at least unless he was ready to come out with it himself.

So, she hatched a plan. A wicked, but impressive plan. She needed a secret suitor; someone to get her pregnant, and well… fulfill all of her needs. Sexual ones. There was only one person she had in mind for the job; her brother-in-law slash bodyguard, Finn Hudson. Sure, it was taboo, but Quinn could care less. He was handsome, strong, and sexy… and he already catered to most of her whims. It couldn’t be that bad forcing him into another, she’d convinced herself. Surely he found the unattainable princess delicious forbidden fruit, just like she did him. Finn was kind-hearted and sweet - the perfect combination to her cunning traits. He’d do as she asked, and demanded, and if he didn’t… well, she’d turn him in and accuse him for going after her. She really hated the word slave. Concubine was more like it. And in her opinion, any man crazy enough to fight her on the job wasn’t worthy of it anyway. Having invited Finn to her chambers that evening to fill him in on this new task, Quinn threw on the lacy red negligee that she’d been given at her bridal shower, patches of skin cut-out along the sides and showing more than it hid. Beneath was a matching pair of panties that again didn’t cover much. Even if she had to seduce him for blackmail to con Finn into the gig, she would. Kurt even was game for it, given that there was no other way for her to conceive without him coming clean. He just didn’t know all the dirty details of how she was going about it. As a knock sounded at her door Quinn flipped her long golden locks to frame her face. Typically they were pinned back during the day, but now hung wild and free.

The princess cracked the door open just barely, peeking at her company. Assured that it was Finn, Quinn ushered him inside, her hand immediately landing on his chest, gently, her digits curling within the fabric of his coat. “You and I both know the truth about Kurt. As a married princess there’s one field I’ve yet to have satisfied, and I need you to do it, Finn.” She didn’t ask, or leave room for negotiation. Hazel eyes blazed as they burned with desire, locked unto his warm chocolate orbs as nimble fingers tore off Finn’s security jacket and tossed it onto the floor. Truth was, she’d chosen him for many good reasons, and one of them was there wasn’t anyone else she wanted to lose her virginity to. Inching closer and pressing her body to his, Quinn pushed the man back and onto her bed before seductively crawling atop him. “I need you to fuck me,” she whispered into his ear, letting her teeth tauntingly catch the lobe of it. “Take my virginity Finn. It’s all yours.”

Finn enjoyed his life. It was stable, he had a good job, and hard work was never anything he’d shyed away from. As a royal guard it was his job to protect the Fabray family from any outside dangers. More specifically, he was there to look after the young royal prince and princess couple. It was only a little weird that said prince was also his step-brother, Kurt. They were fairly close, he knew it had to have been Kurt to put in a good word to get him the job in the first place. And it wasn’t really his place to like or not like the job anyways; it was his duty first and foremost. That could mean just about anything, any time of day or night, like tonight for instance. The whims of the Fabrays were his command, and in particular lately he’d been assigned to protective detail for the Princess herself, Quinn Fabray-Hummel. His sister-in-law, at least technically, she’d married Kurt in an arranged marriage between the two families. Of course Finn happened to know the truth about Kurt, he was gay and the marriage was for show more than anything else so it wasn’t a shock that Quinn was alone. Tonight’s texts were a little surprising, she didn’t beckon him this late most of the time but as he threw on clothes and his jacket to go to her chambers Finn knew whatever it was that she had to discuss with him, it was probably important. Was Kurt’s birthday coming up? Not really... it made him curious what it could be that she wanted.

Knocking on the door to her bedroom, Finn turned to look over his shoulder to the left and right- instinct that came with the job and as he heard the door open just slightly, he turned back to see a hazel eye peeping out first, but then swiftly the petite princess brought him into her room and shut the door the moment he was inside. “Hello-” Finn barely had time to register what he was seeing, or rather not seeing- Quinn was barely dressed, wearing red lingerie that showed a TON of skin and panties that left her mostly exposed too- and a hand clutched his jacket too as she looked up at him, steely gaze upon him. Finn immediately began to wonder what he’d done wrong to be summoned so quickly, but before he could even speak it was she who was talking... and brought up the truth of her situation with his brother. Finn’s shocked expression only grew deeper as she finished her thought, declaring there to be one particular need of hers that had gone unfulfilled... and one she needed him to fulfill. “I- what? Your majest-” But she wasn’t really giving him that much of a chance to protest, or even answer with anything at all. Instead, she was pulling his jacket off of him and throwing it to the floor, and then pushed up close into him, letting her body nestle snugly against his seductively.

“I-” Again he was cut off as Quinn pushed him backwards onto the bed- her bed, the royal bed, and began to crawl on top of him slowly, slithering onto him as she looked down at him and then leaned over, whispering six words into his ear that had Finn feeling such a swirl of emotions now... and arousal shooting straight into him too. The princess was asking him to have sex with her... no, she was ordering him to sleep with her in no uncertain terms and quickly added in that soft, breathy voice for him to take her virginity. “Oh my god,” he sputtered out a reply, trying to take all of this in so quickly now. It was crazy, really. Quinn wanted him to fuck her, to cheat on his own step-brother with the princess he was sworn to protect. All this time Finn had been well aware of how spectacularly beautiful she was, Quinn Fabray was perfect from head to toe and all parts in between. There was definitely a part of him that had a bigtime crush on her, no matter how bossy or demanding she could be- in fact that was part of what turned him on with her. And Finn wasn’t denying that her being so bold in what she wanted wasn’t tantalizing as hell either. But he needed to understand why she was doing this, and to make sure this wasn’t just some twisted game she was playing. Finn’s body wasn’t completely at ease, not just yet although there was no way to hide the bulge growing inside of his pants with her literally on top of him, and the groan that left his throat as she bit his earlobe gently. “Whyyyy- why are you asking me to do this, your majesty?”