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

His reassurance that his stay would be for this night with her caused a great wave of relief to rush over her face, and it was visibly clear. She exhaled softly and nodded in this polite response he was so fond of giving. It made her wonder in the back of her little mind what William sounded like... not polite and sincere? While she thrived on kindness, what was he like when he was beastly? She shuddered at the thought, her eyes moving to the kisses upon her hand and along her fingertips. The sensation was wonderufl and she couldn't help her giggles from the tickling sensation it brought. Upon leaning upward and bending to remove her panties for her, she closed her legs, twisting herself a little, embarassed and frisky. You embarass me, she whispered to his declaration of wanting her, seeing her completely bare. Well, as bare as she could interpret. Her stockings were still present and William, while he seemed to enjoy the look it gave her, wanted to remove them. With some hesitation, she watched him lean and kiss his way to her belly, asking her to relax for him. To trust him. Suddenly, she was a bit nervous than before. Had she jumped too fast, too quickly? Biting her lip, Lenia nodded to him, unable to speak verbally. His lips moved from her belly to her thigh, each stocking soon to be removed. Yes, Will... Alright, Will.. Was all she could utter in her heat. Taking a deep breath, she looked to see each stocking removed and glanced back at him, whimpering at his grin. He sure did know what he wanted. Clearly, William was experienced and that shed some light on many things for her suddenly. Will-- ah! Ah, ah, not there, please... Though she was asking him not to, the passionate, hot expression on her face only seemed to encourage him. Perhaps he should be a good Knight and do what was best for his new princess. A tongue here, and then there, and already Lenia was feeling so many thing she never knew nor understood. The emotions and tension in her body was swirling. Relax, relax. You're tensing and he can feel it. Do you want to make Will happy to? Don't be selfish. With this generosity in mind, for him doing all he had done for her this past day, she loosened her back and shoulders, trying to smile for him. His tongue was sinking further and she whimpered loudly, her hips trembling and trying to buck upward and then out but he held her hips quickly in order for all the pleasure to intensify in one quick place. Will, Will! She begged, never imagining how vocal she'd be how wonderful his name sounded against her warm mouth. She wanted to give him her all. The odd sensation mixing with her pleasure was too much. She had never done this before... but William had been enjoying himself, experienced in his craft and all the young princess could do was beckon to his wishes. Eventually when there was far too much pressure to handle, she cried out, releasing her first orgasm. Wasn't he a lucky Knight to claim her first? Embarassed, she turned her head away with a 'please don't look at me!' expression pinned all over her face. Her cheeks were bright red, nipples hard. How embarassing, how silly I must look to have come so quickly. Her inner thighs trembled just a bit and her flower had opened to him easily, quickly, and willingly. Her hand reached down to touch his face, her back slightly arching upward. His hands were still pressing on her hips. She gave him a slightly coy look, You really aren't letting me go, reaching for him, she asked him to kiss her. Her lips met his before he had to think about it twice. Passionate kisses mixed with her own juices. Sweet, different. But it was just her body and William didn't seem to mind one bit. I like -these- kisses, she told him after their lips had smacked and toyed. Her breathing was a little hoarse and she began to kiss his neck gently, resting her head back against the bed when she couldn't keep arched forward comfortable. He had seen everything and yet, her exposed parts yearned for more. He would have to see this from her expression and her wet, warm, womanhood. And when it felt like they were going to try something different, she frooze. Will, wait, her desperate, small voice seemed to catch him. Sitting up, she gently wrapped herself in the duvet a moment, hugging it. I'm a little nervous. Will you be gentle with me? I'm not like other women. Other women he'd probably been with which caused some odd feelings to stir in her belly, but she ignored them for now. Touching the side of his face, she leaned in, kissing his jaw softly. But I will learn. If his promises struck her true, she'd let him do anything to her anything.