Your mouth has other duties

At some point in the carrying Vatarie's lips find your and you feel her tongue invade your mouth. The fact her tongue is stronger than your sends a shiver of excitement through her. She shifts you in her arms until you end up chest to chest. Her arms reaching down to hold your ass with your legs wrapped around her waist. Your own arms are around her shoulders and you accept that right now you don't have much of a say in things so why not just enjoy this.

You feel a hand leave your ass and hear a door opening and slamming closed. Vatarie slows her tongue and pulls free. Your mouth is left partly open as you pant slightly. She watches your lips as they shake softly and lets out a growl. Squeezing your ass for a moment she lifts you up and throws you off her. You land on something soft and look down to see Vatarie step onto the mattress and walk over you.

"Fuck you're sexy." You gasp out as her walking reveals a lack of anything beneath her ruby scaled dress. You can see a glistening on her inner thighs, her olive skin flushed around as she looks down at you.

She bites her lips, "Less talking." She drops onto her knees coming to a sudden halt directly over your face.

Your nose is filled with a lovely scent. Without any control your arms wrap around her thighs and you plunge in. A long drag of your tongue from base to tip of her lip. She lets out a guttural moan as your tongue drag along her clit and finger wrap your hair.

"More." She growls out softly thrusting her hips to grind her clit against your tongue. You seal your lips against you and as your tongue makes small circles you gently suck. "Ffffufufkckck." She mutters out grinding her hips harder as her grip on your hair strengthens. "Harder."

Her shifting broke to seal of your lips and her constant small twitches of pleasure make it impossible to regain the seal. Trying to hold her still with your arms is an insurmountable task without your magic so your don't bother. Instead you start to nod along with her grinding. Trying to keep the sweet little nub the centre of your tongues attention as the woman it is attached to thrasher around.

"Christopher!" She gasps your name out during a strong gyration forcing her clit to rub against the front of your teeth. Taking that as the harder she was after you open your mouth wider so your tongue can reach her opening, licking around and pushing inside as her grinding forces her clit to rub against your teeth of your nose depending on how she moved. "Christopher Fuuccucuck more, more of you, I want more of you!" She screams out as a hand looses from your hair and you feel it pulling at your toga.

A sudden breeze of air runs along your length, even that small stimulation sending a shiver through you. Soon her palm makes small circles around your head spreading your pre over her skin. When her hand leaves you you coo into her in its absence.

Your vision of her face is obscured by her ruby scale skirt but her moaning is interrupted by licking sounds. "Mmmm, you taste good." She mumbles out as her palm returns to your crown wet with her saliva. She soon moves down stroking you in time with your tongue entering her. Small quick movements as the tips of her fingers toy with your frenulum eliciting little moans and gasps from you that make you add your own breath to her stimulation.

She stops her stroking and squeezes from your base to your crown milking out as much of her pre as she can and smearing it against her palm. Her hand leaves you and you hear her interrupted moans. Her licking makes her hips pause and you take advantage. Moving your head up to latch back onto her clit with your lips. A rapid thrashing of your tongue and her enjoyment of your pre is interrupted by her cries of pleasure.

"Christopher!" She manages to get out between moans as two hand suddenly return to your head, one slightly damp. "F-fuck Christopher, I, I, I love," she is cut off by her own need to breath through her pleasure, "I love, OH GODDESS YES!" She screams out taking firm hold of your hair and holding herself still as you suck and lick her clit. "I FUCKING LOVE YOUR MOUTH!" She screams as her grip strengthens in both hands and thighs.

You worry for a moment she is going to squeeze a little too tight. If nothing else it is probably a way to go out Clare would approve of. Maybe you shouldn't be thinking of other women while one is currently orgasming on your tongue.

Her grip weakens and you slow your tongue. When you do her legs squeeze a little harder so you resume your rapid pace. This lasts for another two orgasms before collapses forwards. "E-enough." She mumbles out rolling off you. The hand holding your hair gently pulls you up and you climb with it, just in case she pulls a little harder in her blissed out state. When you get to her eye line she looks at your chin and bites her lips. "Look good like this Christopher." She reaches out and rubs some of her juices off your chin and licks her fingers clean with a grin. "I taste nice, no wonder you were so,"

"Vigorous." You say for her getting a giggle from both of you. She wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer.

"I like when I can move you." She says with a smirk.

"I noticed." You both giggle again and she cuddles you against herself. "You're warm." You say making her heat up a little more in a blush. You know being like this with her you can almost forget how much of a dick you are. Shame you had to remind yourself of that fact.

"Your turn." She said as a hand taps its way down your body.

She reaches your waist when you stop her. "I need to tell you something." Are you sure this is a good idea? "It's about my parents." Are you paying attention to me? "And my being the son of a Duke." Oh you're ignoring me. "Anastasia told me to pretend that my father is a Duke." Not a bad idea given our history. "He's not, he's a Lord." Feel like you could at least acknowledge my presence though.

"Yeah I know." Vatarie responds with a small shrug of her shoulders.

"You do?"

"Yeah, when I first heard you were the son of a Duke I believed you but when I learned Princess Anastasia was your sponsor I stopped. She's not the most trust worthy person." Vatarie answered. "Since she's her I knew you couldn't really say anything, kinda figured she'd be the one to reveal it when she wanted something."

"So you aren't mad?" You venture.

She laughs. "No, I don't care what your rank is, I mean I might have when we first met but now," Her hand resumed it's wondering and lifted up your toga to expose you, "well if you haven't figured it out I'm not telling you." She wrapped her hand around you and gave you some gentle strokes. "So about your turn."

You started laughing as relief washed over you. "Sure you don't another one."

"Mmmmm, I'd love to but I'm a little raw," She kiss you softly, "next time maybe hold off on the tongue just a little."

"Never." You answer making her laugh, you really like that sound.

"Good boy." As she praises your she wraps her hand around your cock and strokes you softly. "My good boy." She leans down and kiss you softly licking her slowly drying juices off your chin as she does. "My Christopher." She speeds up her jerking and after her all the teasing she been doing while you were eating her you don't last much longer than a few strokes. With a moan she coos into your ear how you are her good boy. You are worried you've soiled your toga a little too much but don't have the energy to care.

"Hey Vataire?" You nudge her her softly and she giggles at the gentle contact.

"Yeah Christopher?" She asks smiling softly at you.

There is something else you might need to mention the Goddess in the room so to speak. But it's too much, now that you knew she knew about the whole noble thing this was actually harder. You sigh gently. "I think I like you."

She smiles broadly. "Good thing we're getting married then." With that she kisses you and pulls you closer.