Beg him not to stop

"No, please," you beg. "Please don't stop. My pussy aches. I need...I need--" You're not sure what you need, but Aressi does.

"Shhh, Your Majesty," he soothes. "Just relax. I know what to do."

You moan, spreading your legs wider as he rubs your pussy with the flat of his hand, sending little shocks of pleasure racing through your body. You sink down into the water, lifting your hips and grinding against his fingers, the pleasure building slowly, carrying you toward some unknown destination. You've jerked off before--although not as often as most young men, since cumming just makes your pussy more sensitive and troublesome--but you've never touched yourself the way Aressi is.

The young man stares at you, his lips parted, his face flushed as he slides his fingers into your slick slit, and you gasp as he finds the heart of the throbbing ache in your pussy, stroking your clit with his fingertips. You feel that sensitive nub harden, swelling beneath his gentle fingers, waves of pleasure shuddering through you. You pant and moan, biting the edge of your lip as you feel yourself approaching the pinnacle.

"Almost," you gasp, your body tensing, muscles tightening. "Don't stop; please, don't stop."

"I won't, Your Majesty," Aressi whispers, rubbing harder, faster, until you cry out, your back arching. Water spills over the edge of the tub, splashing on the floor.

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" you shout, your head spinning as your womb clenches, quivering in ecstasy, and then your muscles relax, the fire inside of you quenched, the pain gone. Aressi draws back, the front of his uniform soaked by the bathwater, and you can see the hard outline of his cock in his trousers. Suddenly, you wonder how it would feel to have that cock inside of you, or yours inside of him.