You Don’t Cum, She Cums, and You Make Her Love It

You easily take hold of the helpless young princess, and **** her legs apart. Her cunt is fresh, and smooth, a tiny pink slit in her perfect, pale flesh.

Spreading Princess Claire’s legs apart you lift up her pelvis by her buttocks and begin expertly driving the young girl to an orgasm. Her thighs come down on top of your shoulders with limp surprise; And her calves rest against your back as her toes curl.

“What are you doing!?!” With an intrepid voice that is quickly filling with sexual heart Claire exclaims. She doubts you will answer, no doubt.

You have plenty of experience with women, especially bedding women who choose to resist the idea at first. Seeing that Claire’s abdomen and vulva are well prepared to graduate into womanhood will make it easier for you to possess her both now and later.

Princess Claire is who you wanted as your mate; Leading this war was only a means to this end. The Honor Guard you were with will be more than enough to handle any knights that find their way to a door jammed shut. The door was jammed by a previous knight’s sword being parried and twisted into the door’s wedge.

The effect was the make the door immovable until the sword was removed. Unless they planned on hacking through an Ironwood door a foot thick. The girl’s parents took her safety very seriously. Fortunately for you, that safety protected you and your time together.

“You want this Princess, give into the pleasure. Today is without any rescue for you from becoming my bride.” You use her religious term, though it fails to mean anything other than life-mate to you.

Unexpectedly Claire has more experience with sex than you guessed. You can taste her hymen but she has greater success in resisting your ministrations than a novice has any right too. The challenge only makes you want her more, and all to easily her defenses crumble.

“Bride…?… Aaahhh… ooohhh” Claire’s mouth forms a perfect oval circle as she feels the chemistry in her body crest into one of many minor orgasms. “Why did… you not… say that in… diplomacy…?…” She is to delirious now to carry the conversation much further.

A loud banging comes from the door and you suspect they are the Princess’s own Honor Guard. However, they are too few now and too demoralized to pose much of a threat. You hear faint muffled sounds of fighting commence outside the thick door.

For later, you file that particular question to be addressed. You had told your Herald what to say… but the politiks in bringing this many clans together for war was… ugly.

Quickly driving Claire into the most blissful orgasm of her young life, you let her hips slip down with one of her legs. The other leg’s knee you kept on your shoulder and drove yourself into her.

“You bastard! Have me already.”

The scream issue from Claire’s mouth is short lived as your mouth dominates and covers hers. You wait for the pain to subside and be engulfed by the pleasure. While you knead and massage her beautiful breasts, under her arms, and along her lower back. She groans with the reemerging sexual heat and you smile.

Amazingly enough clarity is left to Claire to cause her to blush at her own wantonness. Now any pain or discomfort she feels at being stretched and stuffed is abundantly overshadowed by the pleasure your rod of command is driving into her.

It takes very little time before Claire is blacking out from the pleasure her body is awarding her psyche. You haven’t come yet but you debate on what to do. There is still a battle to finish, and it would be more prudent to carry your new mate back to your forward command. You doubt she will resist much at this point.

(+1 xp for making her cum)