She's rough at first, until Marcus does what she wants

As soon as Marcus was close enough, Juliet reached out a hand and grabbed him tight by the waist. Her fingers sunk into his skin as she yanked him forward, pulling his slender body around like he weighed almost nothing. She lifted him up onto the bed with her and put him firmly down in her lap. The young prince struggled not to scream or fight as her rough hands wandered over his naked body, groping and pinching. In front of his face, her weathered cheeks were flushed and her green eyes alight with desire. The hunger burning there frightened him. It wasn't just lust he saw, but something darker and angrier.

A little yelp escaped his lips as she lowered her head suddenly, burying it in his neck. Her teeth nipped at his skin, making him shudder at the sharp shock of pain. Meanwhile, her groping hands had found his butt and she grabbed him there tightly, sinking her nails into his tender skin. Tears stung in his eyes. This was nothing like Jack! Why'd she have to be so rough? Sex was supposed to be about feeling good, not hurting someone, right? He was sure it would be better for both of them if she just backed off. She hadn't even taken off her clothes yet and she was pawing him all over. It was so scary. He couldn't stop thinking she was going to ignore Lyra and hurt him really bad somehow.

She raised her head, breathing hard as she glared down at him. Her lips were hanging open, wet and glistening. Marcus didn't want to look, but he just couldn't stop himself. Past her teeth, he could just make out the short stump of what her tongue had once been. He shuddered, his stomach twisting sickeningly. So it was true. Someone had cut out her tongue. And she blamed his Family for it. No wonder she was so mad at him. As her nails dug into his soft skin, he wriggled in her grip, gasping at the pain. Was that why she was hurting him so much now? It wasn't fair, he didn't have anything to do with that!

Suddenly she'd grabbed him tight again, and swung him round onto the bed. So quick his head was spinning, he found himself lying naked underneath her, the weight of her body pinning him to the blankets. The smell of her, spicy and sharp, filled his nose as she bit and nibbled at his neck again, her teeth sharp and painful. In spite of his terror, the young prince felt his dick twitch and throb as her muscled leg slid between his thighs, rubbing across that sensitive part of him. He flushed hot, more than a little shocked his body could respond like this. He liked Jack...not this awful, scary woman, so why? How could he be getting hard now, when he was so afraid? It just made him feel even more scared and anxious. She drew back again and sat up across his belly, still pinning him down with her weight on his bare stomach.

"Please." Marcus whimpered, staring up at the redhead's face with big, wet eyes. She paused a moment, then shook her head, her lips curling into a cold smirk. He watched anxiously as she grabbed her shirt and tore it from her body. Underneath, she was naked, her toned waist and small, round boobs right there above him. Marcus didn't want to look, afraid she'd get even angrier at him for peeping, but he couldn't stop himself. She was the first woman he'd seen naked. Bucking up on her knees and finally taking her weight off him, she yanked down her trousers too. Her legs were long and muscly, and between her toned thighs her pussy was pink and glistening wet, juices dripping down her thighs. Marcus had never been with a woman before, but he knew that meant she was enjoying herself. Did she like hurting him or something?

Before he could even squeak in protest, she'd shuffled forward across his body, planting her weight across his bare chest. One of her hands seized him by the hair and yanked his head up, pressing his face right between her legs. His mouth grinded across the hot skin of her pussy, his nose filled with the musky smell of her. He gasped shrilly, the sound muffled as she slammed his open mouth into her wet skin. The young prince wriggled helplessly under her weight as her hand tightened in his hair, pulling painfully on his scalp as she **** his face into her dripping pussy, getting her musky juices all over his lips and chin. Above him, her breathing was getting hoarser and harsher, and he felt her muscled legs trembling against his sides.

What did this awful woman even want from him? She was just using his face like a toy, grinding him into her pussy while he lay pinned underneath her. Marcus just wanted this to end so he could run away and hide and cry, but it wouldn't until she was satisfied. He had to make her feel good so Lyra didn't hurt his Mother! The young prince did the one thing he could think of. Sticking out his tongue, he hurriedly licked along her hot, swollen flesh. Juliet let out a sharp, raspy gasp of shock, her grip on his hair easing slightly. Knowing this was what he had to do even as his cheeks burned with shame, Marcus slipped his tongue between her swollen lips, feeling her tremble with lust above him. Working only from the sounds of her moans and gasping breaths, he tried to figure out what she liked, what would make her feel good faster so she'd climax and just get off him already. As he lifted his neck, struggling to get his tongue deeper, he felt his stiff dick twitching and aching between his legs. His belly twisted in fresh shame, but he firmly told himself it didn't matter. This didn't count as real sex, not like what Jack and him had done together, enjoying each other's bodies, kissing and tenderly embracing. She was just using him for pleasure, and he had **** but to go along with it.

At last, he felt her pussy clench and quiver against his lips. A shrill, rasping noise emerged from her lips as she threw back her head above him and hissed in pleasure. Her legs squeezed in, tightening painfully into his sides as he kept frantically licking away, eager to get this over with as quickly as he could. In spite of all that, knowing he was making her climax with just his tongue sent a strange tingly warmth through his body. His hips bucked and wriggled without him even thinking about it, thrusting his aching dick up into the cool air.

Juliet slumped forward, breathing hard. Gazing up from between her legs, Marcus could see her face, flushed and sweaty, her eyes alight with satisfaction. She stopped holding his hair quite so tight, and he moaned in relief as the pressure on his scalp was eased. Her green eyes met his and her lips curled into a thin smile. She didn't seem quite as angry now, but with her weight across his chest the young prince was still very much aware how much stronger she was than him.

One hand still clutching at his hair, she reached down the other and tapped him sharply with a finger on the forehead. Marcus blinked in confusion, unsure what she wanted. Then she pointed back between her legs, where her swollen pussy still waited, dripping with his saliva and her juices. With a little sigh, Marcus craned his neck again and stuck out his tongue. Already his jaw was starting to ache, but he knew he had **** but to keep going until she was satisfied. Just finish her off, then she'd let him go and he could see Jack again. With that thought to spur him on, the young prince buried his face back between this scary woman's muscled thighs, licking away as quickly as he could.