Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Philippe was enjoying Emmeline's sweet reactions to his touch. The innocent girl had such an intoxicating mix of barely repressed desire and shameful reluctance that the hardened pirate felt a depraved thrill at what he was doing to her. She was like an unspoiled, ripe peach, ready to be bitten into. Juicy, fresh and so tempting to his suddenly hungry body. Even their kiss had been a corrupting thrill, her mouth reacting with a mix of shyness and then increasing boldness as she gave into the new experience, even kissing him back with enthusiasm by the end. It had been unlike anything he'd experienced in years. Many years. Even sweeter, the girl had lost some of her fire and he no longer feared her managing to seduce him past his limits. Either her drunken courage had faded when confronted with a half-naked man holding her in his arms, or she had realized the enormity of the repercussions of her half-baked, drunken plan to seduce him and end her engagement. Either way, he could tell she was nervous and stiff in his arms suddenly, even as her desire grew hotter and she practically quivered at his every brush. The battle was delicious to witness, Emmeline's own prudish and sheltered upbringing fighting the sensuous pleasure that her body was suddenly craving. Philippe held her in his hand, figuratively and literally, and she felt like a doll he could bend to his will, a plaything for him whose heart, mind and body could be owned completely with just a little extra work. The thought scared him slightly, a reminder of just how innocent she was and the fact that Philippe didn't want her to fall in love with him. No, that certainly would be an unnecessary complication to his plan of having some playful fun and stress release with the tempting girl. Philippe took a deep breath as he stared into Emmeline's tortured blue orbs. While her fingers traced his chest and stomach, Philippe thought he could almost see desire winning out over her reluctance. His muscles were firm under those graceful hands and even the dark hair of his chest was a potent reminder that he was a grown man, not a foolish boy like her fiancee. She clearly liked this new and scandalous feeling of a strong man holding her, Philippe's bare torso pressed against her nude form. In the space of hours she'd gone from a betrothed virgin to now being on the cusp of becoming something else, a woman in full maybe, but also a woman in her world that had no honor. Come, mon cheri, come, let me clean your dirtiest spot of all, Philippe whispered again, scruffy cheek nuzzling in against Emmeline's soft face as he kissed her ear one more time. He could feel her shift and felt another surge of heat as she willingly parted her thighs for him, lifting up a leg slightly as she leaned more against his sturdy frame. She wanted this new pleasure, hungered for it. Philippe moved the warm cloth between her legs, washing her inner thighs at first before moving up to graze her nether lips. Ever so slowly, in a teasing and cruel display of patience, he rubbed the soft, wet cloth through her virgin folds, touching her sex intimately like no man had ever done before. Through the thin fabric, he could feel the contours of her sex, the swollen lips and the untouched slit that so badly tempted him. Philippe was careful to not touch her strong enough to drive her even close to orgasm, but instead gave a gentle rub that increased in pressure, designed to hint to the girl of greater pleasures to come. Now, mon amis, I think you are ready for my final cleaning... this time I use my my tongue instead of a wash cloth, but lick all the same places, Philippe whispered again, teeth grazing Emmeline's ear lobe as he let the image fill her head of him giving her entire body a tongue bath, including where his hand was right now. He dropped the cloth and placed a hand on her hip, shifting and pushing her small frame back against the wooden wall with ease. Philippe separated from her and unlaced his breeches as he stared at the flushed girl with a smoldering gaze. When the leather pants fell, his manhood sprung out. No longer soft and swinging, like some silly appendage with no purpose, instead now his cock was fully hard, much bigger, throbbing with desire, and almost menacing in the singleminded purpose it represented. There could be no doubt she had awoken a tool solely designed to fuck her, nature's natural weapon against her virginity. The transformation would likely be shocking and he let her gaze upon it as it stuck straight out before him, almost brushing the bare skin of her stomach. Now, sweet Emmeline, let me make this easy for you and take the choice out of your hands, said Philippe with a smile. Directly above her was the hook with the leather cuffs hanging and his eyes flicked to it. The pirate reached forward with his hands and took one of Emmeline's skinny wrists in his palms, slowly raising her arm above her head and making one of her breasts rise with it. Pressing close to her, his cock now brushing up against her smooth stomach, he latched her wrist into the leather cuff while giving her another hot and steamy kiss. A brief separation to grab the other hand, eyes again locked on her blue ones, and then that hand was lifted and cuffed to join the first, so she both her hands were restrained above her head and her nude body was helpless before him. Like this, any thoughts of changing her mind would be useless, but it also was a form of control for Philippe. Without her hands and body free to temp him more, he felt he had the self-discipline to play with the luscious captive and not spoil her ransom value with some foolish act. Don't worry about your honor, just say that some horrible pirate captain ravished you. You couldn't stop him, he had you tied up and was so much stronger. There was nothing you could do, except maybe enjoy his touches. A wry smile came to Philippe's face as he finished talking. He cupped her cheeks with his hands for another lingering kiss, letting her know that tied up or not, he viewed her as his willing accomplice in whatever happened next. He broke their lips and pressed his muscled frame against her slender one to stare at her intensely. Her back was against the wall while her soft breasts pushed up against his chest, while between them his cock rubbed against their stomachs. It was an intimate touch of almost their entire naked bodies against one another. One of his hands began to slowly go down her flank, fingertips tracing on the soft white skin. He moved that hand at an agonizingly slow pace, but the goal was clear from the first motion, that delta of hair between her legs again. This time he would be touching her with his bare fingers. Her first real touch by a man.