Thread: Sleeping Beauty (Haruchai & Malicious Lullaby)

Soft coos, like that of a serene animal, sounded from her. Her eyes closed and aftershocks of pleasure coursed through her. Her hips pushed forward, as if her hot cunt was milking his fingers like they would spurt something the way his cock would. But no, it was more for just friction, milking more of that feeling that washed through her so deliciously. It was such a delicious feeling that she didnt have the mental strength or capacity to think of the shame. She didnt care at this moment. It all just felt too good. Feeling the absence of those talented fingers, a soft whimper came from her and her eyes just barely opened, half way open now but her vision took a moment to clear, for understanding to dawn on her. Before it could fully though, she felt his body lean forward into hers, his fingers touching his lips and his perverse cock tease her slick, dripping, heated core. Her lips parted to allow his fingers into her mouth and for a moment she nearly recoiled. When it became clear that his fingers werent going to leave her mouth, she sucked deep, tasting her essence on them. Oddly enough, it was so erotic, she moaned a very soft appreciative moan around them which only grew louder as his thick cock once more stretched her so wide, she was filled to the brim. It was such a scandalous feeling but thats what made it feel so good. She liked being invaded. Her pussy was so sensitive after her first-ever orgasm, it craved more. And he was giving her more. The wet sounds, the lewd wet sounds, were so sexy to hear and she tilted her head back, moaning deep and without any more reservation. Helena gave herself over to the pleasure and just before he pulled out, those last few thrusts were enough to push her over again, giving her another orgasm. And as she came once more, his hand captured her throat, pushing her down and she felt the hot spray of something. Once it stopped, her eyes opened and she touched her face, feeling the sticky something. Bringing her fingers to her eyes, she saw the white substance and she felt shame, but she also felt like she had just been claimed and there was this weird satisfaction over it. Just like that, he was gone, mocking her by calling it a gift on her face. Helena sat up slowly, her body aching and sore but in this kind of salaciously delicious way. She sat up enough to just look at him, so dazed and confused. A journey? She asked, her voice a bit hoarse from being so unused for so many centuries. Where are we going? She pulled the scraps of her dress that remained over her body, using a sleeve to begin wiping at her face and her hair, but only slightly. And I cannot possibly go like this. M-MyMy family will seeI need to clean up first! She protested. Pushing her dress away and her face only half cleaned, she slid off the dais and on shaky legs, her feet touched the floor and she stood up. Immediately after she stood, her knees gave out and she fell to the ground, her knees hitting the stone floors a bit painfully but she hardly felt it. She could barely walk, as if having forgotten the use of her legs after five hundred years. She had been woken up in such a rough way, all her cognitive ability was suddenly flooding back to her at once but not enough in a way for her to use it productively. Shed need time before she could be independent of her own body and self, let alone to walk again. Her mind was awake and so was her body, but even when your foot fell asleep, it took a little moment or a few to be able to walk properly again. Thats how it felt like right now.