Finally she allows herself to enjoy being the villainess.

‘The Princess and the ****, we make quite the pair.’ The thought flickered through her mind and amused the woman as she held the boy’s gentle face. She caressed his cheek with her thumb; the evening sun graced his angelic features; she resisted the urge to gush on how adorable he was. She wanted to taste his lips once more.

He squirmed under her as she held him close. She could tell he enjoyed being pulled into her.

“Mistress…” He whimpered.

Only muffled moans could be heard before she pressed her mouth harder into his. She quickly took advantage of his open mouth by sliding her tongue into his mouth. The boy's eyes widened at the sensation, unsure of what to feel. His muffled moans grew louder. ‘Ah to be young again.’

Retiring to the bed. Clothes were shredded.

The **** laid back against the bed trapped between the thighs of his mistress as she mounted him. The boy’s expression was a mix of fear and awe as he looked up at her.

The dying light of the day’s sun shone one last time through the curtains making her golden hair shine. The princess towered over her concubine, her naked body was a work of art, a slender but toned physique, and visible abdominals. Several faded scars marked her milky skin, each one with their own tale to tell, none more memorable them the circular scar from the crossbow bolt in-between her large bosom and close to her heart.

‘Alexandra’s description in the novel has nothing on the real deal…’ She chuckled nervously, rubbing her forearm as she looked at the princess’ curves. Back in the real world, she wasn’t exactly a virgin but she defiantly didn’t indulge as much as the real Alexandra.

Looking down at the **** trapped underneath her, Jorg struggling to balance himself, pressing his hand against the gentle silks of the bed as he snuck into the mattress.

The couple’s eyes danced around the others' but desire to taste his soft lips once more overcame her and taking a hold of his shoulder, she pinned him down. Pushing her hair behind her ear she lent down and pressed her lips against his. Again she lost herself, collapsing on top of him. Her breasts pressed against him, provoking a sweet blush in response from Jorg.

Lifting her lips from his, only to catch her breath, she saw the boy eagerly miss her mouth as he panicked, going wide-eyed to find his mistress. ‘Adorable!’

His lilac eyes were intoxicating to behold. “Mistress?”

Finding herself lost in them, she didn't realize her hand wandering down his chest, which made his heart quicken. ‘Mine. All mine.’

She didn’t question her possessive thoughts as she kissed down the same path her hand had trailed and eventually found her lips suckling upon the boy’s nipple, her tongue playfully circling it as she held it in her mouth.

‘Ours.’ The voice that wasn’t her own shook the women like a shower of cold water as the thought entered her mind.

Then she noticed what she was doing. Once broken out of her haze she was met with a myriad of soft moans and mewls from a squirming Jorg.

Now it was her time to blush.

She quickly discovered her hand had wandered further than she would have first guessed. She held the ****’s hard cock nestled gently in her hand with her thumb pressed against its head, his pre-cum sliding down her fingernail.

‘When did I start doing that?!’ She thought nervously as she continued to stroke his manhood, it twitching in response. A soft smile found its way onto her lips whilst she watched the boy cry out in pleasure with amusement.

Returning her lips to the boy’s nipple, she sank her teeth into it and in reply he arched his torso from up off the bed. Her pace on his man-hood quickened and he came onto his stomach and landed back onto the bed panting heavily. She freed the boy and laid beside him before gently stroking the hair from his face. Finally, for once she said what she was actually thinking. “Adorable.”