Pillow talk

Clair dominated my world now. Not just because she took my virginity through a whirlwind night of passion, but also because she was still balls deep in me and lying with her full weight atop of me, cuddling me near to ****. Despite her weight making it impossible to move, and me starting to suspect she had fallen asleep, it was surprisingly comfortable. Her body took up near all of my senses, and I felt protected and safe in her embrace.

But practical concerns were mounting as I was slowly being suffocated not just by her weight, but also by the sheer oppressive heat emanating from her body. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated what she had done to build up that heat. Very much so in fact. But that didn’t stop me from feeling like I was slowly being boiled alive in a swamp.

“… um. Clair? Can we move? I’m getting really hot…”

It took some gentle prodding, but eventually Clair did open her eyes and register my weak complaints. Rather than get off me entirely, she hugged me tightly against her to prevent her softened cock from sliding out of me and then rolled over so that I was on top. She then sat up, keeping me in her lap while she slid backwards to the headboard so she could lean comfortably back against it. The air on my back was now cold, probably due to the drastic difference between it and the furnace that was Clair’s body. Before I could complain she pulled a light blanket over us both, letting some of the heat dissipate while keeping enough to be pleasantly toasty.

Clair hugged me tighter, forcing my head into the crook of her shoulder. I didn’t resist, it felt nice. We sat in silence for a while longer, content to just exist and be connected to each other. But my mind couldn’t keep silent for long. I really needed to find a non awkward way to ask if she could get me pregnant. Before I could get too far along plotting the perfect casual way to lead a conversation to that subject, Clair spoke.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I know how hard it is for you to stand up for yourself. I realize you were just trying to help me, and I pushed it too far. You just… you were just so damned cute. And sexy. A cute little sexy goth princess. Did I… give you enough chances to object? I know I came on strong, especially after you asked me to guide you. It was just… hot.”

I knew intellectually that other people also had doubts and insecurities, and I knew intellectually that Clair was one of those other people. Somehow I was still taken aback by her concern and uncertainty. My stomach churned in empathy, I had to help her. She was Clair, the coolest person to ever come out of our home town and possibly the world. She had to know how amazing she was.

“You said you wanted to make me your princess. Are you backing out on that now?” I tried to huff in fake indignation.

Clair finally loosened her grip on the hug, letting me back off enough to look her in the eyes while resting my hands on her shoulders. She stared at me for a second before leaning in and daintily planting a kiss on my lips.

It felt good to know she worried about me, but I missed her confidence from just a little while ago. She needed to know how amazing she was. A plan began forming in my head. A stupid plan, but emotions weren’t very smart and it was those I had to contend with. I put my knees firmly on the bed and started to lift myself up, letting her flaccid dick finally separate from me. I then positioned my self on my knees, still between her legs and gently took her cock in my hands. It was still covered in our juices, making it very lubricated as I slowly began to jerk her off.

“You said I was your princess. What does that make you?” I carefully increased the speed of my hands, and I was happy to feel her cock grow harder with each pump. “Are you my servant? My knight? My king?”

I realized my mistake too late. Why had I called her a king, she has literally the worst possible association with that title! Ok, maybe not literally the worst, but still worse than most people will ever have over a word! Panicking, I did the only thing I could think of on short notice. She had done it for me first after all.

Brushing my hair aside I quickly dipped my head down and took the head of her cock into my mouth. It… was not very pleasant. Salty. But all things considered it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. While she was pretty sweaty after our… work out… she still had a nice perfume smell I couldn’t place and even her sweat had a subtle pleasant musk mixed in with the less pleasant body odors.

Determined to overcome my blunder, I rolled my tongue over and around the head of her cock, before going down on her. I quickly hit the back of my throat and gagged a bit, removing her length entirely. I quickly licked her ball sack and ran my tongue up her shaft from stem to tip as way of apology, and when I did I was able to look up into Clair’s eyes. She was smiling beautifully down upon me, my guardian angel. Reassured that I had made up for my slip of the tongue, I ran my tongue over her cock head again while staring her in the eyes before looking down to properly take her cock in my mouth. I know she probably was happy with this, but she deserved a porn style deep throat. Never mind that I had never even thought about doing such a thing, I was going to make this happen for her.

I felt her hand rest gently on my head, not forcing it but instead just lightly petting my hair as I worked on her shaft. I tried again, but once more she hit the back of my throat and **** me to stop with a gag.

“You don’t have to go that far Princess…” while Clair worried about me, I worried about the logistics. I was being silly. As long as I had an L shaped path from my mouth to my throat there was no way her straight rod was making it. I scooted back a bit and lowered my self further, pressing my chest against my folded knees beneath me. Looking up I could see cock pointed straight at me, meaning with my mouth open it should be a straight path down all the way through my esophagus. I tried to scoot back forward to take her cock back in my mouth, but doing so without getting up high enough to ruin the alignment was proving difficult.

I was starting to feel silly, and when I looked up Clair’s smile was both loving and amused. “Help me?” I had to ask, she could make this happen easily. Her smile broadened, for all her worry she was clearly interested in the idea of me **** on her cock. She got on her knees, still stroking my hair, and lined up her cock with my mouth. I needed her to not just feel good, but be thinking about how great she was… “while we do this, tell me about everything you want to… I mean everything you are going to do to your princess. Not just right now… but like, as long as you keep me.” I blush at the words ‘keep me’, silently admitting to myself I really like the idea of not just being in a relationship, but of being hers. I opened my mouth and waited, staring up at her like a supplicant to her goddess.

“Well… first, I’m going to make sure you eat only the finest meat,” she said, sliding her cock into my mouth, slowly so that my tongue could lick every inch as she slid closer to my throat. “Next, I’m going to make sure all your cloths are befitting of your station, so everyone can know where and to whom you belong,” this time she lightly tugs on my choker, making me imagine a proper collar for some reason. I do my best to keep my eyes on her, as she reaches the entrance to my throat. “And finally, I am going to make sure my fine Princess is properly taught to serve… her king.” Her smile wasn’t exactly cruel at this point, but I had definitely managed to get her over some trauma by directly converting it into a new kink. She sank deeper into me, and I had to focus everything on keeping my gag reflex in check. Even so I still gagged some, but I think the twitch of my throat each time my concentration lapsed made her happy, so it wasn’t a complete loss. I also had to focus carefully on breathing, as it was pretty hard to do with her shaft down my throat. But Clair’s Princess could persevere.

As she continued to slowly face fuck me, she also added more to the list of things she wanted to do with me. It wasn’t clear what was dirty talk and what was serious. “I’m going to put my Princess in a nice tight dress, and buy her lots of toys to use on her, and, and, and, I’m going to fill her pussy up until she gives birth to my heir. Have to keep the royal line going.” The idea of impregnating me really seemed to get her off, as once she said that she really picked up her throat fucking. I did my best to keep looking up at her, she wasn’t always looking at me but I wanted her to see me looking up at her with all the love I could muster anytime she did look my way.

Finally she pulled out of me and began jerking herself off. Realizing what was coming I quickly positioned myself as close to her cock as I could get with my mouth open. Looking down at me she smiled and gladly let loose on my face. Despite this being her second load, she easily sprayed some on my forehead, cheeks, chin, hair, and finally she let the last few weak shots go directly into my mouth. It tasted… well it didn’t matter. It was from her so it tasted divine. I kept my mouth open to show her how much she meant to me. She finally calmed down enough to appreciate my patience. Giggling, she put her hand on my chin and closed my mouth. “Will you obey your king, little princess?”

Smiling with closed lips to keep her majesty’s royal seed secure, I nodded eagerly. “Then you may swallow.” And so I did. Without waiting to be told I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to prove I had done as my king demanded.

“God I wish I could take a picture right now…”

“… if my king so desires, my body is yours to command…” I tried to say it seriously, but I couldn’t help but giggle at my own obedient position and the tingling feeling it made in my still raw and abused pussy.

Clair didn’t need to be told twice, and the evening quickly turned into an impromptu photo shoot, in which she positioned me as she wished. She apparently really liked the cum on my face, as she had me ‘reapply it’ several times to keep it obvious for the camera. Eventually we tired each other out and had to move on to real practical things, like showers. The public bathroom was empty, but we couldn’t take chances with someone walking in so we showered separately. She is usually slower than me but tonight she was much faster in the shower than I and she had already been back for several minutes when I returned to the room.

I was still surprised though as she had to have been stronger than I thought to have moved those heavy beds as quickly as she did. Or perhaps just properly motivated. We weren’t technically allowed to move the furniture, but inspections for the dorms were months apart. And Clair had managed to push both our beds together to form one massive bed in the middle, even positioning them so the drawers were still accessible, which was not an easy task.

“Do you like it… or is it too much?” I really preferred her confident happy self, but I had to admit shy insecure Clair also had her charms.

“My king could never put too much upon me,” I said, hugging her tightly around her waist and pressing my face between her breasts.

We finally got into bed for their actual purpose. We had to shove an extra blanket in the crack between the mattresses but other than that it was perfect. Once I laid down Clair put her hand on my hips and spooned me like we had been doing this for years. It felt good.