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

She really liked how his hands felt nearer her. She was starting to get a little cold again, perhaps William would help with that. Will? She asked softly in the darkness of their room. He was staring at her a little funny. Well, funny was the wrong word here, but he was pouring right into her very soul it felt like... and some kind of ecstasy was being brought out of it. With a small smile, Lenia watched him release his shirt above his head and to the floor. While she admired his body with sparkling little brown eyes, she couldn't help but notice all the scars. They must have hurt some time, now they looked closed up and closed off. She wondered if he still felt the pain in his mind. What she would give to kiss those wounds closed. Lenia inhaled a great breath when he leaned over and above her comfortable, peering into her eyes again. Was she suppose to make a first move? The young princess was not as experienced and though Richard try to coax her out of her clothing, she ended up in a fit of tears and often threw something at his face, quite often. Without a moment's thought, his chest crashed against her own. Hard against soft and the young woman whimpered softly as he groaned against her lips, catching them faster than she expected. Eyes wide, she became a little tense when his kisses turned into something far more dangerous. But as their tongues danced, Lenia stirred and melted for him like chocolate. Lips teasing and slowly torturing her pretty flesh from her neck and along her cupped jaw. His beard tickled her and she expressed that in soft giggles, often muttering his name in between, her hands capturing his raven hair and running her fingers through the surprisingly smooth yet brisk strands. His kisses dared far lower than any good Knight should have. When Lenia felt the pressure against her soft breasts, she gasped and bit her lip a little embarrassed to be able to see it from up here. But his tongue was doing glorious things. Her legs couldn't help but rise a little, ankles touching his calf muscles. Ah... ah, Will, she breathed softly, and whimpered, promising in her voice that she craved and adored every moment of this new, refreshing experience. As he finished touching, craving, licking, she leaned down a little and tilted her head, kissing him hard as he returned it. Slowly, she was gaining the reins on this. Her stockings felt oh so warm against her legs, little beads of sweat formed against her delicate brow and her eyes closed when his kisses took their traveling adventures on her valleys. Her panties were damp. Could he feel that? I'm wet, she whispered and though it sounded innocent, quick, she and he both knew it was a very, very good thing. I don't want to return tomorrow. Keep me here, right here. I want to feel it, I want to feel you. William, I... I've never felt anything in my life, her words had taken a serious turn and she reached up, her fingertips gently touching the side of his face, close to his lips to a point where he could kiss them if he chose to. If you must leave me tomorrow, make me remember this night. Show me what a real man feels like. I want you... oh, Will.. Her body was making her mind speak for her, she wiggled beneath him and her hands moved to the hem of her panties, struggling to wiggle free of them, wishing he would assist.