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

With his approval, she continued on, trying to press herself down on his weight, but found that she continued to hesitate. She mumbled an apology and when feeling the buck of his hips into her own, she whined softly and leaned her head to one side in a daze. Harder, harder, she tried to push and squeeze against him before he mentioned that he wouldn't be able to control himsel if she didn't start up and talking again. What did that mean? Looking down at him, the young girl tilted her head in confusion before inhaling air when he turned and flipped their positions. W-Will! She cried out in shock and felt his member push right back into her opening as she cried out again, barely having a moment to inhale air. Ah, ah, W-Will! She pleaded against his body, trying to free herself of this little cage, but found that he would not release her. She was unsure of this, but tried to remember that this may have been what she intended for. Instead, Lenia did her best to go with it. She kept wiggling around until firm hands held her still, pushing a little to which she cried out. You're too big, she whimpered as he thrust in and out of her, her head turning away from him embarassed. But William wasn't having any of that. That low growl that seemed to egg her own brought her back into his world, his zone of pleasure as he told her to look at him, to scream for him. Her lips trembled and some tears threatened in her eyes. She felt pressured but at the same time, desired. It was very hard, being a virgin only moments ago and barely knowing him. But perhaps this was some wheel of fate they were traveling on. Lenia looked up at him, her eyelashes wet with her tears. She screamed for him, blushing, hot, furious. His lips came to her's as her's went to his own. She had never in her life experienced such a round. She could feel her juices spitting out, mixed with his, below their cries. He came in her once, twice, three times. She could feel each one and screamed to a point where she hadn to scream into her knuckles in fear if this noise continued, someone would make a fuss about it. Stop, stop, please... She begged, touching his face, trying to bring him back. Leaning up to him with all the barely-there strength she had, she leaned up, pressing her cheek against his stubbled beard and asked him to finish off and come with her for a final time. God knows how many it had been. When he finished, she immediately turned away from him, removing her hands from his neck and shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she placed her knuckles to her forehead which was causing her some dizziness. She called out to him, but closed her eyes, damp with emotion. What a rough ride that had turned out to be. Her womanhood burned in pain but satisfaction as her legs, trembling, closed. Could they sleep like this? By the time she managed to sit up, the sky looked purple orange. It would be morning in perhaps two or three hours. They had been at it for the nearly the entire night. Her hands gently grazed her lower belly. Yes, she could feel his hot seed like it had just been there moments before. Lenia politely turned away from him, wrapping herself in the covers. She parted her beautiful, now coral warm lips and went to say something but lost the words. She had no words. She loved and yet was a little fearful of what had just occured. And she had no one to blame but herself. And from here on out, she would take responsibility for such actions. Rubbing her damp eyes with a regal hand, she sniffed a moment and attempted to get the many loose strands of hair from her blushing face.