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Last nights date went well… I think to myself as I walk along the light grey path up to his home. My face flushes as I recall the tipsy if not totally drunken rendezvous we had almost found ourselves in. Despa had ended up stopping us in the hallway just outside of his bedroom. His lips, slightly bruised and swollen from us bashing our mouths together in a stupor. “We need to stop as much as I-“ he presses a chaste kiss to my mouth and I can’t help but chuckle inwardly at the irony of the one caging me to the wall saying to stop.
I push him back from his shoulders and shove my mouth on his harder in an attempt to return his kiss. “I-“ he pulls back. “Tomorrow.” His breath is fast and if it weren’t for his ridiculous purse and puff pants i’m sure I could feel him. “We can do this tomorrow. If you still feel this way” I whine while resting my weight against him. I know he’s right and deep down I don’t want our first time together to be like this either but my body is buzzing and hot. “But-“ I try to gently protest “we don’t have to do anything.”
“We won’t.” He’s settled on his choice. “But I don’t think you can get home on your own.” I place my face into the red cotton of his shirt and nod. That’s where my memory ends. I woke up at home, still in the clothes I wore when I was there. Someone had clumsily attempted to keep my hair from my face with a poorly tied kerchief. I swear my room still smelled faintly of whatever those guards wear.
As I look up the pathway to Despa’s house a sense of embarrassment sinks into my skin. I hope I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself then… or In the parts I can’t remember. It’s a lovely day in the underworld so hopefully if this goes bad the environment will put him in a better mood.
Three gentle rasps on his tall hard-wooden door later and it slowly swung open. “I see that you were serious then.” Not a hair out of place on him despite how early it is or how much we both drank last night. He’s still In his underclothes though. A simple white linen shirt with two buttons left unclasped so a peek of his chest showed. He still had those goofy looking puffy bloomers on but these were just as plain as the blouse he was wearing. Slightly less.. rotund due to his lack of purse currently. I really hate those pants. Couldn’t he wear normal breeches once? Maybe he just has a really weird butt or something?
“I um- yes. Yes I was but-“ I’m struggling to make eye contact as he ushers me inside. I settle on looking anywhere but him “I didn’t end up doing anything too…” I make a rolling motion with my hand but can’t choke out embarrassing. “Embarrassing? No. And we didn’t do anything one of the guards took you home after you fell asleep.” “Fell asleep?” I question quickly as I bring my closed hand to my mouth. “After I set you down to get a cold rag you simply…” he rolls his hand like I did earlier and laughs. “Nothing to be embarrassed by. I shouldn’t have taken that bet. I know those-“ he pauses and his face scowls “-Brutes would have had a higher tolerance than us.”
Oh god this feels so awkward. I try and peek over at him and manage to gain enough confidence to actually look at him. “So- should I make us breakfast or?” I clear my throat in return “I already ate.” “Anxious to continue?” He laughs, chuckles more like but it shakes his chest. He reaches for my hand and pulls me towards him. “I am too. If you really want this.” I manage to meet his eyes “I really- Really want this.”
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I can’t help but already being smothered by last night’s happenings. They slosh around behind my eyelids as I look into his gentlemanly smile. “I’m glad.” His free hand comes to cradle the underside of my chin “Because I really- Really want you.” He mocks me in a lowered tone; getting closer and closer with every syllable. His index finger pets the underside of my chin softly just before he presses his lips against mine.
My body skinks against him and I snake my arms around his broad shoulders and trace gentle circles into his untoned back. The kiss is deep and firm. It says all I need to know about how this morning will go. He’ll take me slowly. Savor me. Just like how his is now.
He relinquishes my chin from his grasp before not just placing his hands on my waist but sliding them up from my hand and down from my jaw. His fingers trace my neck and smooth out over my collar bone before dipping down. He caresses the outside of my chest as he slides down and it sends warmth into my sternum. His mouth still leisurely pressing against mine whilst trying to tease mine open. Just as I think that he’s forgotten we are standing in his front foyer I feel his lean down. Peeking an eye for a moment before i’m hoisted up by the bottom of my ass. He doesn’t even teeter a little under my weight before pulling away from our almost makeout session.
His face delves into my neck, dragging his smooth lips over my warm pulse. He peppers tender kisses around the underside of my chin. Ear to ear. Every step he takes shakes me against him. They press me closer. I wrap my legs around him tighter, hooking my ankles behind him. I can feel my tits smoosh against his chest. My nipples rubbing against the smooth fabric of the chemise and the way I knock back against him as he walks closer to the door leaves nothing to the imagination. I can feel him getting harder and hotter against my cunt.
We turn and my back hits the large decorated door to his bedroom. This is as far as we got.
a few short strides and he cradles me down onto his bed, holding my thighs around his hips as he stands back to straight. “You look ravishing.” his fingers push at the underside of my bunched gown before grabbing the hot, soft flesh of my thighs. “Enough to have you ravish me?” I chuckle, playing off how needy I feel. His voice comes out deep and low, as he lifts my hips with one hand and shoves my gown up my ass. “Far more than that, my princess.”
Heat flares in my core as he pulls down the laced hem of my shift; eyeing my breasts for a second before starting to pepper them with kisses. One hand picks a favorite, rolling and squeezing. Occasionally pinching and twisting the nipple. His mustache scrapes along my skin as he leans down to take my nipple in his mouth. He flattens his tongue against it and looks up at me. His free hand dips down. His eyes close and his finger hooks onto my underwear. They tear off of my hip almost instantly almost like the treads un-wove themselves before falling uselessly under me.
His thumb is what finds me first. At the bottom of my pussy, swiping up my slippery precum. I whimper as he drags the fatty pad of his finger over my opening and past to roll over my throbbing clit. Shockingly, he knows exactly where it is with uncanny accuracy and pressure. His pace is perfect and it has me a mess under him. It’s like a fire building from coals and every single touch is fuel. What we were doing in the hall was just kindling.
He pulls his face away from my mounds but doesn’t stand. He’s watching me, smirking cockily as he twists his hand and rims his middle finger around the opening of my dripping core. “I want you to watch me.” He sinks his finger in pumping it in and out, finding the spongey button inside of me and hooking his finger. “Watch me devour you”
In a second he’s kneeling between my thighs and locking his mouth over my clit; slipping another finger inside of me and moving faster. “Oh fuck” I cry out while I squeeze his head between my thighs. He’s watching me watch him. God damn this feels so good. The tension in my gut is building fast and i’m quivering. “Despa” it comes out in a pant as his fingers speed up. I can feel my walls start to spasm. My head feels so smokey as I fight to watch him. His eyes close as he speeds up, taking his fingers out of me before flattening his tongue over my whole pussy. It’s obscene how good he is, rolling his tongue and sucking on my most sensitive areas. “Oh fuck-“ my hands grab at his slicked blonde hair. “Don’t stop” I feel like i’m going to snap- He shoves his face even closer, quickly flicking my clit with his thumb. His eyebrows are stitched together as he peeks his eyes back open just in time to see me howling. I cum, hard, my body shaking and throbbing, I yank his hair as I shove his face as far into my mound as I can. “fuck yes! Despa! Despa!” My voice is quivering as I kick my heels into his back. “Yesyesye-“ my breath hitches as he stands and I feel something hot; something heavy throb on top of my muff.
“You’re doing amazing. Princess.” Not too long but he has an astonishing amount of girth. It’s like a half pound cock throbbing, unintentionally slapping onto my mons. his praise makes me blush as I rub my hand over the swollen pink head of his cock. He grunts softly and I can see his cocky front falter for a moment.
“I’m ready, please.” I move him back with my foot on his belly, just enough to allow the head of his penis to line up with me. “Fuck me.” “Language.”
I can feel the burn of his cock slide into me despite the abundance of both my cum and his spit dripping from me. “You’re so-“ he shutters as I drag him closer, pressing my heels into the clefts above his substantial ass. His stomach clenches and he chokes out a grunt “i’m so what, despa?” I wiggle my hips, savoring the way he feels shifting against the ribbed walls of my cunt. “Perfect” his hands grip onto the underside of my knees before shoving them back to the sides of my chest.
His pace is slow and shallow as he pulls almost all the way back- fucking me with just the first few inches of his cock. Watching my slick coating his shaft is painfully erotic. Seeing his cock disappear and hearing the squelch as he delves slightly deeper than he had before sends flames through me. His ruthless is ruthless “right there- yes fuck-“ as soon as I speak up he only angles his cock there. Constantly pressing into the spongy sweet spot in the top of my walls.
He presses down onto my stomach just over where I know he is and the sensation magnifies “right here? You want me to fuck you right here?” “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop!” It’s shameful how fast he’s getting me close. Not even five pumps after my plea I start to feel like i’m floating, stars starting to shimmer in the corners of my eyes. “Oh fuck i’m so close please-“ I bear down instinctively and he doesn’t even falter but the groan he lets out is godly.
Still a little over stimulated from his mouth this one feels overwhelming and every rock of his penis drives me further and further past where I thought my limit was. My coil is so tight I can’t stand myself- i’ve had orgasms less intense than this but I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.
My hand reaches out and knots in the tough fabric of the prince’s shirt as my pussy clenches around his slow, steady cock, the coil is already starting to snap and I can feel the tension all over my body. I know it’s going to be earth shattering. I can feel my head starting to go fuzzy at the base of my neck before spreading; going around my head like a helm. I whimper, pulling his hips forward with my legs. Struggling to form words as my tongue becomes fat in my mouth. I barely manage to whimper his name before my second orgasm begins to bloom in my body. It’s flooding my whole body with rolling, scalding heat. I’m not prepared like I thought I was; feeling like i’m floating out of my body but painfully grounded as my back arches off of the bed. I howl his name, my pussy baring down around him harder and harder as he slowly picks up his pace. Dragging it out as long as he can with sweat beading on his reddened face. My eyes are crossing as I feel the lip of his penis drag along my spongy g-spot. “Oh FUCK Despa!” Obscene how his name is drug out of my throat, long and deep, groaning and yelling at the same time.
His hand moves from it’s grip on my thigh to where my lips are stretched around his dick. I can feel as he slicks up his thumb in the cum dripping around where he’s speared me before moving up to the crux of my lips and gently rolling my clit. I choke out his name again as overstimulation starts to shock through my body.
He lets out a whimpering breath as he rolls his cock into my writhing, tight, hot walls. He looks enraptured by my body as I shiver beneath him; starting at where we are joined together. His eyes flit back and forth between my face and his handy work. Just as my body relaxes for a moment the coil already starts to rewind. The constant now slowing, methodical assault of his hips sucks the breath from my lungs. My vision stops slurring for just long enough to get a clear look at him. The warm outdoor light is shimmering off of his hair and his wet, flushed face. I can see sweat beading on his forehead and temples. “Please- oh fuck please Despa.” I’m fighting myself to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. I want to see the way he’s looking at me. I want to see the look on his face when I cum under him as I feel the sensation building again, slowly. Just like he wants it to. He sinks his hips into mine and pauses for a moment before smiling. Leaning down and pressing his lips on mine I can feel his mustache on my upper lip. “Just a little longer. Okay?” He doesn’t pull away much. Just enough to look me in my watering eyes.
“Please” I let go of his shirt, not entirely knowing what i’m begging for; for him to cum or for me. My hands moving up from his tough linen undershirt, past the sparse puff of blonde hair peeking from the open “V” in the center, to tangle in his semi-short golden locks. I pull him down to me. I can feel him throb in my when I pull his hair back and the whimper-groan he lets out solidifies what I want. “Please cum in me, prince” I hear his breath stutter for a moment as he laughs under his breath. “Patience is a virtue. Princess.”
He smirks and huffs, face just a couple of inches above mine. “I want to make sure to enjoy this.” His core spasms a little every time I bear down around him while my orgasm builds. I know he’s fighting not to. Going slow, savoring every single orgasm he milks from me. Watching the way I squirm under him, learning all the ways that make me tick as the coil continues to tighten.
He watches the light bounce off of my slick with sweat breasts; see the puddle i’m leaving under us and the way my cum coats our thighs when he pulls back. “Despa-“ I swallow thickly as my head starts to fog again, my walls spasming softly. “I’m so close, please.” He dives back down and pressing his lips to my neck. He picks up his pace and force. Groaning into my skin as his balls slap against my ass with the added force. “Just a little longer.” His face turns and his lips tickle my ear “Cum with me. When I tell you.”
It takes everything I have to fight against it. Even after the half hour of being under him, not including foreplay, I can still feel the stretch from his cock filling up my needy, sopping wet hole. When he pulls out, almost all the way it feels like my cunt is pulling him back in; shuttering around his swollen pink head. Dripping a mixture of my cum and pre-cum down my ass
It’s not until he starts to get louder, and faster, really starting to fuck me like he means it more than teasing me. His free hand moves from the top of my thigh to the bottom, pulling it up and pushing it as far into my chest as it will go. “You’re so beau-tiful” his voice cracks as he takes a flustered breath, staring directly to where we connect. “Are you ready?” I nod my head quickly “m-mmhm yes.” Fighting the curses, unable to focus. “Oh yeah?” I can feel his cock swell as hard as it can get as he plunges his cock into me to the base. His thumb rolling around my sensitive throbbing clit faster “Cum, Pri-princess.” He pulls out before slamming back into me as hard as he can and i’m left shaking as gasping for air as I give in. My whole body is shaking as I fling my arms around him and sink my nails into his back and howl. “Despaaaaa-“ he moves shallowly as he is dumping his cum into me, huffing and moaning in his own pleasure. I can’t open my eyes, still rolled back in my head “thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou” he moves his hand off of my delicates to grab the tops of my hips and slide my body as close as he can to his. He presses his lips to mine in a deep, intimate, huffing kiss before rocking his hips side to side as his orgasm slows.
“You’re welcome” he smiles, before pulling back to standing. Smiling as he pulls away. He watches his cum bead at my opening before he kneels between my legs. “No more” I groan, covering my eyes with my forearms but not stopping him. His fingers press over my vulva as his lips leave a slow open kiss on my swollen clit before he brings up a rag that had been on his bed side table. “No more.” He agrees confidently as he begins to clean our fun from between my legs.
“Can you feel your legs?” I let out a low groan as he chuckles. He moves me fully onto the bed with a little struggle. “You did amazing.” He says with a proud smile as he settles into his side of his plush bed, waiting with open arms for aftercare before brunch.