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

Oh, my! She had thought immediately when he wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her closer to him. She inhaled air sharply and bit her lip, sheepishly looking down with her eyes. The smooth sensation of his hands rubbing along her back made her whimper softly in pleasure like a little kitten being rubbed behind her ears. I know, she whispered, her eyes flickering up at him and she waited patiently. Could he not hear the sound of her heart beating wildly against her breast? And speaking of her breasts... she was certainly pressed nice and tight against him. It felt wonderful in an odd way. She hadn't been this intimate with a man, she really hadn't. Richard was far from a man. After a few blinks to return the moisture to her eyes, Will had leaned inward and pressed his lips against her own. They meshed quite nicely in a way that caused Lenia to lean against him. Her hands slowly but surely moved to his chest, near his heart which she gripped gently against the fabric. Closing her eyes, she leaned upward and into the kiss making it last as long as she could before breath was needed. When that time came, she gasped for air and placed a hand to her mouth, face beat red. Oh my, was all she whispered and for a moment it looked as though she were about to cry, about to regret what had happened. Good princesses, when kissed by strange boys, were to slap the living daylights out of them and report them. But Lenia wasn't a very good princess as of late and she wasn't kissing any boys. She wasn't trying to be sensual, she wasn't trying to turn him on further whether it worked or not, but she began to draw little invisible circles upon his chest and was far too shy to look back up at him. I don't... I don't think I'll be afraid of any dragons tonight. I like being right here, she curled herself into his arms, into the arms of a Knight whom she suddenly felt she could trust a lifetime. And that was strange trust did not come easy for royals. But the young, barely twenty two women hadn't known the ways of the world just yet. That's why she was here, to sort out the good from the bad. And William, was most definitely good. Touch me, she whispered, beckoning for him to move along her back again as she whimpered without conscious thought and closed her eyes. Tilting her head back, she beckoned for his lips again which she received in mutual favor. Already, she could feel her back being placed against the sheets of this little bed and her body stirred in a way she didn't quite understand. She felt a hot, unusual desire in her belly and lifted her legs a little, revealing the smooth skin and the white stockings that suddenly felt too warm on her now hot flesh. I'm warm, she said, almost surprised, innocently looking up to William behind dark, long lashes. Her braid was starting to come undone and her breathing was loud. Gently, she began to tug at her shirt, shyly pausing and looking up at him before removing it completely and laying back down beneath him, glancing up. She removed her hands shyly from her bare flesh and she stared at him. Lenia could feel her nipples hard, chilled by the weather and the slight flush of her skin clearly meant she was turned on. I'm.. sorry I took your shirt off. It smelled nice though, the innocence may have been too much for the Knight, but the way she looked there, breasts, arms and belly exposed, she bit her lip, waiting for him. Her fingernails gently began to trail upon his strong arm. And though the sensation was new to her, she could feel her panties becoming damp. How strange yet how exciting for her. And probably, for William too. For this moment, she had no regrets. This fire being fueled would not die out now. Lenia wanted to live for the moment.