Making Amends

You stare up at her, your breath catching in your throat. Anora’s green eyes glimmer in the dim light, her expression a mix of vulnerability and determination. She reaches up, her hands gliding over the fine fabric of her bodice. She tugs gently at the laces, loosening the garment slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving yours. You watch, mesmerized, as she strips, her pale skin glowing like fire in the dim cell. Her breasts bounce free of their confines as the bodice slips away, the pale mounds soft and supple, the nipples stiff with arousal. Your heart pounds in your chest, a wave of desire crashing through your body.

Anora smiles softly as she stands, pulling her skirts up to reveal the bare skin underneath. She steps out of the pool of fabric, wearing nothing but her smallclothes, the light fabric doing little to hide the softness of her sex. She crosses the distance between you, her bare feet padding lightly across the stone floor.

“You’ve certainly been busy,” she says with a sniff, gingerly taking your sticky cock between two fingers and examining it. “Who did you plow?” she asks, looking up at you with big green eyes. “Duchess Persephone?”

You shake your head. “Katarina.”

She nods slowly, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “I see... I’m not surprised she’d want to try it out.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t have much choice in the matter.”

“Well, neither did I when you deflowered me before half the nobles in Askeria,” she snorts.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, your face flushing with embarrassment.

She lets out a soft sigh. “You’ve said that already.”

She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a soft kiss. You freeze, unsure how to respond. Her lips are warm and inviting, and you can’t help but return the kiss. She moans softly, her tongue probing at your lips, seeking entry into your mouth.

She pulls back slightly, her green eyes meeting yours, the pupils dilated with desire. “I want you,” she breathes. “I want you inside me again.”

You hesitate for a moment, but Anora’s soft lips brush against yours again, her hand grasping your stiffening cock.

“Please,” she whispers, “make me cum.”

You nod, swallowing hard. “Okay,” you whisper back, kissing her again, your hands slipping down to grasp her hips. She moans softly as you pull her forward, your cock slipping between her legs.

“Oh,” she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders.

She rocks her hips forward, only the thin fabric of her smallclothes separating the massive shaft from the soft folds of her sex.

She bites her lip, her breathing growing heavier as you grind your hips against hers, the head of your cock sliding between her lower lips.

“Fuck,” she groans, her fingers digging deeper into your shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

You groan as she rolls her hips forward, grinding against you, the thin fabric growing wetter and wetter with each stroke.

“Goddess,” she whimpers, her breath hot against your ear. “Your cock feels so good.”

You moan as she rocks her hips forward again, your cock pressed firmly between her legs. The head brushes against the small nub of her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She shudders, her grip on your shoulders tightening, her breathing becoming ragged.

“I’m close,” she gasps, “keep going.”

You groan as she slides her hips forward again, her wetness coating the shaft of your cock. She grinds against you, her pussy clenching around nothing as she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her thighs quivering as she cums. You grit your teeth, your cock throbbing between her legs. You want nothing more than to plunge deep inside her, to feel the silken walls of her sex wrapped around your shaft, but you hold back, your desire to prolong her pleasure overriding your own needs.

She gasps as you slip a finger between her legs and hook it around the wet fabric of her smallclothes, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening sex. The head of your cock slips between the soft folds, disappearing inside of her with ease. She lets out a low moan as you bottom out, her pussy stretched tight around your girth.

“Fuck,” she groans, her eyes rolling back in her head as she takes your entire length inside of her. “Oh, goddess... I’ve missed this...”

You clutch her tight, her soft flesh pressed against you, curly red hair tickling your face. You thrust deep inside her, her pussy gripping you like a vice. She cries out in ecstasy, her nails digging into your shoulders as you pound her hard and fast.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, goddess, don’t stop!”

You grunt, slamming into her again and again, her body jerking at the base of each savage thrust.

Her cries grow louder and more **** as you drive her toward a second climax, her pussy clenching around you with each thrust.

“Yes!” she screams, her eyes wide, her body trembling violently. “Oh, goddess, yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder!”

You grit your teeth and ram your cock into her soaking wet pussy. She screams, her body wracked with spasms, legs going weak as her orgasm explodes through her. Her pussy grips you like a vice, milking your cock for all its worth. You can’t hold back any longer, your cock throbbing inside of her, filling her with your seed.

She lets out a final gasp as your orgasm subsides, collapsing into your arms, her body spent. You lower her to the bed, your cock still buried inside of her. She lays there for a moment, panting, her body slick with sweat.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She turns her head to look at you, her green eyes bright with amusement. “That was incredible.”

You smile. “Better than last time?”

She nods. “Much.”

She leans forward and kisses your chest, her lips soft and warm against your skin.

“Goddess, you’re getting hard again, aren’t you?” she says with a look of shock in her emerald eyes. “I can feel it hardening inside of me.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Would you please stop apologizing!” she says with an exasperated sigh as she wraps her legs around you. “Now shut up and plant your seed in me quickly so we can get some rest.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” you say with a grin.

You start to move your hips, but she grabs your shoulders and pushes you off her.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, confused.

“Nothing’s wrong. Just lay down,” she replies.

You do as you’re told, and she straddles you, sinking onto your cock. Her pussy is still incredibly tight, and you groan as she slowly takes you into her.

She starts to ride you, slowly at first, but soon picks up speed, her hips rocking back and forth as she fucks herself on your shaft.

You reach up and grab her breasts, massaging them gently. She moans and throws her head back, her red hair cascading over her shoulders.

You can’t help but admire her body as she rides you. Her breasts are large and full, with stiff pink nipples, and her skin is pale and smooth, save for a few freckles scattered across her shoulders. You reach up and place your hands on her hips, helping to guide her movements, which seem to be growing more erratic by the second.

“Oh, goddess,” she cries, “I’m so close...”

You nod and move your hands to her ass, squeezing her cheeks tightly as she grinds against you, her pussy clenching around your cock.

“Please... please, fill me...” she begs, her eyes closed, her voice barely above a whisper.

You can’t hold back any longer. You grab her hips and thrust into her, hard and fast, burying yourself inside of her. She cries out, her body shuddering as she cums, her pussy gripping you like a vice.

You grit your teeth and explode inside of her, filling her with your seed. She collapses onto your chest, panting and whimpering.

“That was... enlightening,” she pants, rolling off and onto the bed beside you.

“Enlightening?” you ask, unsure of her meaning.

She nods, propping herself up on her elbows, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yes, enlightening. You see, when we first met, I thought you were just another stupid plaything for Viola to use and throw away, but you aren’t.”

“It’s not just the sex, you know,” she says, putting a hand on your chest. “You’re smarter than other men.”

“Many of your suggestions to the war council were superb. I...” She pauses, looking away before resuming her train of thought. “I would have taken your advice if I had been queen, but Mother is set in her ways, and neither she nor her generals took anything you said seriously. And for my part, I couldn’t let anyone know that my anger toward you was all just an act.”

You see a tear well up in Anora’s eye.

“If we’d listened to you, we may never have found ourselves in this position. Mother...” She goes silent for a moment and shakes her head.

“We had best get some sleep,” she says solemnly. “I have a plan to end this ordeal, but it will require we have our wits about us.”