Thread: The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

It was easy to see the bulge now thick against his legs and although the young girl caught it, she looked down, blushing. When he removed his pants, she wanted to look, returning him the same courtesy of him looking at her own naked flesh. It was hard to miss. He was huge, nested between his scared thighs, well fitted to the rest of his frame. Lenia oddly enough, licked her lips either in anticipation or hunger perhaps a bit of both. With a soft sigh, she leaned up and return the light kisses he had provided her in that she had meant something to him. Again, a slow, silent nod was given to him, an innocent smile upon her lips. Looking down at their laced fingertips, she smiled softly and scratched her head. She felt like they really had been husband and wife for three years. The lie she told moments ago suddenly felt sweet and quite charming. Would she ever lead such a life, perhaps not, but how tempting it was to take this Knight's hands like this again and run away with him. What would her kingdom do? They would come after her. Quickly. She wouldn't do that to William, she couldn't. It was selfish. But... what they were doing now, wasn't that selfish? Pouting her lips, she leaned up when he nibbled her ears, mewing softly. I am nervous, but I want this. I've never wanted anything more in my life. You make me like this, she could feel her womanhood still damp and ready to be received once more. Nothing to be embarrassed about, was easier said than done for her. But again, she complied to him, bent to these wishes for she knew the exploding world of pleasures to come. Nodding slowly, she shyly pecked his jaw then his lips and allowed him to drag the covers from her, revealing her warm, slightly flustered body. He wrapped his arms around her and easily shifted the young princess upon his lap. Lenia's gasp was matched in his ecstasy when his cock shivered against her belly and teased the outer lengths of her flower. Oh, Will, yes... yes, please. I want you to take pride in that. Make me remember it so that I may forget all else, there was something sad about that. Something he may have suspected that she was betrothed to a prince. Of course, here, now, she wouldn't bring something like that up. She was just getting intimate and comfortable. There was no ring, no promise on her finger nor her neck. Before he could penetrate her, she did something quickly, carefully. Reaching up behind her now long brown hair, she unclipped the golden necklace probably worth more than he'd make in a half month's time and leaned in, wrapping it around his neck. The sigil was two stand-up lions with a sword pointed face down in stone, in between. A sign of pride, honor, and duty for her country. It was her token to him to always not only remember her, but to remember that he was all of those things to her and more. Smiling back at him, her hands grazed off his chest, being careful of his scar, and she looked back up to him, promising that she was ready. The first 'feel' of his shaft was maddening. It poked it's way through and eventually began to push between her folds as she cried out, whimpering, a hand coming to clasp her lips. Squeezing her eyes shut as the pain burst through, she opened her eyes, finding small tears in them, looking back to Will. Quickly, she tried to blink them away, with shaking hands, placed them on either side of his shoulders. I... I'm alright, she whispered, nodding to promise him it just hurt at first, her virginity now broken. Pushing all the way through, she tried to focus on the tightness and how slick his large member had been, aching to penetrate her like this all night. It must have been maddening she could certainly feel such. It wouldn't all fit, would it? Her loud moans, her cries, probably egged him on. The pain would soon intensify to immediate pleasure as he cradled her in his lap and began rhythm.