Give in to her urges

Any princess-like restraint and poise succumbs to the losing battle with the animal-like urges inside her.

She looks at Horace, who seems to be frozen, transfixed by the sight of the indecently-exposed princess whom he thus far been only able to admire from a distance. She sees the bulge between his legs, and the knowledge that she is the cause of it only serves to fan the smoldering fire inside her. She closes the distance between them and grabs Horace’s shirt below his chin and pulls his face down toward hers.

“Stop pretending, Horace,” she growls. “You know why I wanted you to bring me in here.”

“I do?” gulps the stableboy. Adella grins as the lustful look in his eyes slowly overtakes the dull look of confusion. Courtney had said something to the effect that the size of his penis vastly outweighed that of his IQ, but it wasn’t his intellect she was trying to stimulate, and it wasn’t his brain that she desperately wanted inside of her at the moment.

She stands on her tiptoes and mashes her mouth against his, driving her tongue past his lips and practically gagging him with the intensity with which it explores his teeth, tongue, and as far back as it can reach. With her other hand, she grabs hold of his bulge. Her eyes widen as her fingers begin to evaluate the size of the legendary phallus that caused her lady-in-waiting and other members of the palace staff to walk so uncomfortably. The fabric that holds his package in place is strained, and as she kneads and massages the sausage-like protrusion, she can feel the fibers of the fabric protest against the resulting tension.

Horace’s brain may be struggling to catch up to the night’s developments, but his body understands immediately. Had Adella come on to him as the dignified, proper princess he was used to seeing, that would have been sexually exciting and welcome enough. Having this sexually-aggressive beauty in a thin nightgown and exposed breast, practically **** him with the intensity of her passion, was a wet dream come true. Even if he hadn’t already been turned on by his failed attempts to bed Drina, he would have been instantly rock hard by what he is experiencing now at Adella’s initiation.

He grabs Adella’s ass, feeling her left buttock, covered only in the thin nightgown and panties. The softness and fragility of her expensive clothing is markedly different than that of the women of the palace staff whom he had lured into this room. Her attire is of such fine quality that it is as if he is actually touching her flesh, despite the layers. He marvels at the firmness and toned muscle of her ass and the sensual feel of the crevice between her ass cheeks.

Adella fights the impulse to bite down on Horace’s lip and draw blood. She swears she is able to hear the sound of his heart as it speeds up, and she is positive the savory fragrance wafting from his hard body is nothing other than the smell of rising lust. It fills her nostrils and drives her desire to have this man in every way a woman can experience.

No longer content to imagine what his cock must be like, her fingers grab at the front of his pants, struggling to open them. She knows what she wants, but she has never attempted to undress a man — let alone while her lips are locked against his. She fidgets and tugs at the buttons of his pants until growing impatient by the insatiable burning inside her. She grabs hold of the flaps of his fly and pulls her hands apart. She is instantly rewarded with the popping sounds of buttons tearing loose and falling to the floor.

Horace is surprised by this development and attempts to look down. He is unprepared for the intensity of the princess’s advances, and he is prevented from falling on his ass, only by the fortuitous presence of the wall. As his back slams against the wall, he feels Adella’s hands on his hips, madly pushing and tugging at his pants to send them to his ankles. He lets go of her ass to help her with her task just in time to avoid further scratches of her nails against the flesh of his waistline.

Adella continues kissing the young man. Once his back is against the wall and he offers his assistance in undressing, she finds that she cannot easily reach his face, even while standing on her toes. Her mouth moves downward over the prickly stubble of his chin and neck, coming to his chest. The opening of his shirt, just above the top button, reveals a thin patch of hair. She breathes in deeply, savoring the fragrance from his body and brings her hands up over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen.

At that very moment, Horace’s efforts at lowering his trousers succeeds in freeing his cock from its restraints. Adella feels it spring free and poke into her lower abdomen. Had Horace been able to see her face at that moment, he might have been alarmed at the wicked grin that spread over her face as she pressed her body hard against his, trapping his thick shaft between them, and grinding back and forth.

Releasing the low growl that she feels building up inside her chest, Adella takes hold of Horace’s shirt with both hands and easily sends his shirt buttons flying in all directions. She allows herself a quick glance of appreciation at his hard, chiseled torso before mashing her mouth against his flesh and making her way downward with a combination of licks, sucks, and nibbles.

Horace groans and runs his fingers through Adella’s soft hair as she makes her way down his body. He is used to being the one calling the shots when it gets to this point with a woman, but he willingly surrenders to the princess and lets her have her way with him.

As Adella delights in the sweet/salty taste of Horace’s skin, she bends her knees and slowly lowers them to the floor. Every few inches, she feels his cock bounce being pushed down and then bobbing back up. Even through her nightclothes, she can feel the power of the long, thick shaft as it thumps against her.

At last, as she sinks into a kneeling position, she is finally able to see the object of her desire. Horace’s meaty shaft protrudes directly in front of her, and she grabs hold of it, barely able to make her fingers meet her thumbs because of the massive circumstance.

This is so different from the horrifying experience of having her virginity ripped away from her by the savage werewolf. This time she was the one who was in charge. This time she was the one taking what she wanted. And, at least as importantly, this time she had no virginity to guard and was free to indulge in whatever her carnal desires demanded.

She looks up at Horace’s youthful-but-desirous face, and lets yet another growl escape from her lips.