♥ The princess bride ♥

Jaisyl was nervous as she stepped into the ambassadorial suite late that afternoon. Around the ready room meeting table, multiple sets of eyes turned to face her; it looked like everyone had gathered to decide her fate. “B…before you begin, I would just like to say that I have enjoyed our time together this past week, and if you don’t…” she started to say, the rehearsed speech sounding stilted even to her ears.

Dustin, who had been standing by the door when she entered silenced her by wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to hers.

For a moment, Jaisyl froze… and then she let out a whimpering moan that was both decidedly needy and equally unladylike. Dimly, she was aware of the other women giggling as Dustin’s tongue met hers for the briefest of moments before he pulled back gently and stared into her eyes.

“We voted. You’re in,” he said softly, smiling down at her. “It seems you managed to impress everyone over the last few days. So… from here we’ll go at your pace. I want you to be really sure that this is what you want before you and I do anything, given it’ll also lock in our marriage and…” He too paused, although in his case it was because the princess had responded to his suggesting they go slow by pouting and tugging him ineffectively in the direction of the ambassadorial bedchamber.

The other gathered women had risen when he began speaking and now filed past, blocking Jaisyl’s path. “Oh no, princess,” Rye said, reaching out to pat the other woman’s shoulder as she moved to join her lovers, “tonight’s just about you and Dusty. Ya want him? Ya get him all to yourself, same way the rest of us did. See ya in the morning.”

Dustin took the Tho’unn’s hand at that point, steering her away from the ambassadorial bed and towards his own private bunk. As they stepped inside, he smiled to himself; thinking of the place as his private bunk seemed silly now, given he only ever seemed to use it when he wanted to spend some time one on one with a lover.

“As I was saying… is this really what you want right away?” Dustin paused as he spoke, turning back to face the princess. Jaisyl bit her lip as she nodded shyly in reply.

“Yes. I…” she paused, swallowed hard and looked up at him. “I am afraid I will not be very good at it. I have read a lot on the subject, but the actual act I… It would not have been appropriate for me to… in my position as a princess, you understand?” The Tho’unn was blushing furiously as she stood there, hands twisting in the sides of the long top she was wearing.

“You’re a virgin? I figured that might be the case. Look, don’t worry about being good at it or not - we can take things as fast or as slow as you need.” Dustin moved his hands to clasp hers, staring into her eyes as he did so. “You don’t have anything to prove to me - or to any of us. If you just want to sleep together, not sleep together, that’d be fine too.”

Jaisyl swallowed again, then shook her head. “I… I want this, you understand? I have been thinking about it a lot ever since this whole parade of dates began, it is just that I am unsure how to proceed. W…would you like to undress me?”

Dustin ran a hand up her side, lifting her top as he did so. “I would like that very much,” he murmured, raising the garment over her head and pulling her close. One hand slipped up to release her bra, before he adjusted his position, pressing his forehead against hers while his hands moved to unfasten the trousers she was wearing.

“D…do you mind that my skin is like this? Yours is all one colour and mine is…” the princess began, all her usual bluster seemingly lost in her worries of not being enough.

Pausing, Dustin let her trousers drop to the floor and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear before replying. “You are beautiful, princess,” he said, slowly kissing his way down her body as he pulled the last of her clothing off her.

Jaisyl’s breath hitched as Dustin’s lips met her breasts, then she exhaled in a giggling laugh as he made his way down over her stomach. “Ticklish?” he asked with a smile as he looked up from where he’d crouched to finish undressing her.

“Exceedingly. I would appreciate it if you kept that information to yourself,” she managed, helping him back up before leaning in to kiss his lips, her own hands suddenly more sure of herself as she began to return the favour and undress him. Sliding down his body to mimic his movement, Jaisyl half-jumped as she tugged down his jeans and boxers only for his shaft to spring free inches from her face. “T…that is… oh…” she said softly, one hand moving hesitantly to almost touch him before backing off. “How should we do this? Where do you want me?”

Dustin walked over to the bed and sat on it, patting the edge next to him. “A better question is how do you want your first time, Jaisyl? That’s rather more important than what I want, isn’t it?”

The princess frowned as she moved to sit beside him. “I don’t know. I rather expected that my eventual husband would have views on the matter of how we consummated our marriage, and so didn’t really give it any thought. I rather hoped I would at least be able to look at his face; the tales some of the noble ladies told of being taken from behind like nothing more than breeding stock were rather unpleasant.” The Tho’unn woman turned quickly, raising her hands as she did so “n…not that I would refuse if you were to request that we…”

Yet again, Dustin’s lips found hers. “You have issues about what humans call doggy-style sex. Noted. I’ll have to remember to talk to the others about it after this, especially Bleu... Well, if you want to see my face, how about I lie down and you go on top?” As he spoke, he sank backwards onto the bed, pulling Jaisyl with him.

The princess let out a squeak of shock, then slowly nodded. “I…if that is what you recommend.” She slowly rose again, then lifted a leg to swing it across his waist. “Just promise you will not make an issue of my patterning? None of your other… of our other lovers have skin like mine.” Her last words were a murmur of insecurity as she reached between her thighs, aligning him with rather more enthusiasm than experience.

Dustin caught her waist before she could drop her weight completely, holding her with his cockhead just parting her folds. “Jaisyl Reh’unn… before you become Jaisyl Smith, listen to me very carefully. You are stunning. And your patterning is gorgeous.” Dustin let his eyes drift over her, drinking in the sight. Her hair, black and white in an almost perfect split. Her skin, piebald with large cloud-like patches of black scattered across the surface. As his gaze moved, her face slowly grew redder with embarrassment, especially when he paused to take in the fact that each of her breasts was almost entirely taken up with either one colour or the other.

“Dustin…” she whimpered, hands moving up to cover her face. “I… I can’t…”

He let her weight drop slowly, inch by inch as his cock pressed into her. The hands covering her eyes flew down to grab his wrists, her mouth open with shock and arousal at the feeling as she sank onto him. “Oh gods… oh gods, Dustin, it feels…” she panted, her legs starting to quiver as he forced her to take that first penetration far slower than she thought possible.

Her warmth wrapped around him as the Tho’unn woman’s hips settled, his hands releasing their grip on her waist as he gazed up at her. “Alright, princess… now, movement’s up to you,” Dustin smiled, his hands sliding up her sides to caress her breasts.

Jaisyl gave another whimper, then nodded, leaning forward to rest her hands on his shoulders before her hips gave one experimental bounce. Her gasp of pleasure at the feeling was unrestrained, and one bounce rapidly turned into several as the princess began to get the hang of riding her lover.

Dustin let her move as she wished, alternating between cupping her breasts and rubbing her hips as she continued her rise and fall. Deciding to get a little more involved, he slid one hand around, thumb dipping between them to find her nub. The impact was electric - the princess’s muscles locked up, her eyes and mouth hung wide and her entire body seemed to shake. “OH F…FUCK!” her voice crescendoed into a shriek as the unexpected extra stimulation tipped her over the edge.

Moments later, the Tho’unn woman’s arms gave out, her thighs still trembling as she flopped forward onto him. “Y…you did…didn’t climax. Th…that was unfair.” Jaisyl’s breath was shaky as she pouted, before squealing as Dustin moved, rolling them over until he was on top. Despite the ongoing aftershocks, she reacted instantly, legs moving up to lock her feet behind his back as he began to slowly thrust into her.

His own orgasm was rapidly approaching, Dustin could feel it. Between formerly virgin-tight walls and the noises and expressions his cowgirl lover had made, he was already close. Her orgasm had been intense as well, and the eagerness with which she was tugging him forward, her thighs working to help him drive deeper on every thrust sent shivers up his spine.

Moving his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her, tilting her ass up to allow him to thrust easier into her soft depths. In response, Jaisyl’s moans grew in volume again, his manhandling of her into the perfect position to allow a deep penetration of her cunt clearly appreciated. Dustin groaned as he felt her clench around him, her eyes already fluttering as another climax approached.

This time, when Jaisyl came her scream was joined by Dustin’s own cries of pleasure, his lips crushed against hers, the rhythmic tightening of her inner walls was joined by the heavy pulsation of his shaft as he flooded her. The pair held the kiss long after their mutual orgasm subsided, neither wanting to break that moment until at last Dustin came up for air.

“Th…that was incredible,” Jaisyl said, staring up at him with eyes full of vulnerability and love. “W…was I okay?”

Dustin leaned back down to kiss her forehead. “I thought I told you that you had nothing to prove, princess. You were more than okay, Jaisyl Smith.” Then he wriggled his hips experimentally. “Would you mind releasing me though? I dunno how much longer my arms can hold me up after that, and I’d rather just cuddle if it’s alright by you.” The princess’s sudden squeak and unlocking of her legs made him smile as he moved to a position by her side, wondering if she would want further adventures before morning.