“I…I don’t know what…what you mean,” she pants.
“You don’t know what I mean when I tell you to make yourself come?”
I’m surprised, though maybe I shouldn’t be. It sounds like she was raised in the most prudish environment possible. The women in her Court are expected to be ice maidens—skinny and sexless. But my curvy little Princess has hungers and needs—she doesn’t fit into that mold. She just needs someone to help her break free.
“It means you reach the peak of pleasure,” I explain. “Where you feel so good you sort of explode.”
“Is…is that what happened to you in the bathtub?” she asks. “When all that white cream shot out of your, uh, equipment all over your chest?”
Her innocence makes me want to laugh, but it’s a serious question.
“Yes, baby—that was me coming,” I tell her. “Did you like watching me?”
“I…yes. Yes, I did,” she admits in a soft voice. “But…I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve had that feeling before—like I was building to some kind of peak—but I always feel too guilty and stop before I reach it.”
“You’re not stopping tonight,” I tell her. “Keep stroking your pussy, sweetheart. I want you to come for me.”
“I…I’m trying,” she moans. “Oh, Goddess—it feels so good! Why is it so wrong?”
“It’s not, Princess.”
Despite the fact that we’re enemies, I can’t help feeling for her—being raised with guilt around your own body is a heavy burden to bear.
“It’s all right to make yourself feel good,” I tell her. “It’s your body—you should do what you want with it.”
“It’s my body,” she repeats and I can see that her fingers are flying between her legs. “It’s all right to…to feel good.”
“That’s right,” I murmur. Cupping both her breasts again, I tug on her nipples as I kiss and lick her neck. “That’s right, baby, pet your soft little cunt for me…make yourself come.”
“I…I think I’m…I’m doing it!” she pants, and her curvy body stiffens in my arms. “Oh Goddess, Valen—I think I’m coming!”
Her hips buck and her back arches as she gives into the pleasure flooding through her. I think I feel an echo of it as she rubs against me, her curvy ass right against my aching cock.
“Fuck, baby—look at you!” I growl in her ear. “Look how hot you are when you pet your little pussy and make yourself come. That’s a good girl—come for me—come hard!”
“I am…I’m coming!” she nearly wails, writhing against me. “Oh, why does it feel so good?” she gasps, as she collapses back against me, panting.
“Probably because it’s your first time—the first time you let yourself reach the peak.”
Reaching down, I pull her hand out of her panties. Her fingers glisten with her juices and her scent is so strong and delicious it makes me fucking dizzy.
“What…what are you doing?” she asks, looking at me with wide eyes.
“Tasting you.” I duck my head to capture her fingers in my mouth, sucking away all her salty-sweet honey. Gods, I love her taste even more than her smell! “Fucking delicious,” I growl, when I finally let her go.
“I…you…” She looks bewildered and confused…but also intrigued. “You…you like the taste?”
“Yes, I fucking love the way you taste, Princess,” I tell her. “But right now, what I need to taste is your blood.”
Coaxing her through her first orgasm has made my throat dry as a desert and my cock is throbbing. I need to drink from her and then I need to come—in that order.
“Be a good girl and lay on your back and spread your thighs for me, Princess,” I tell her. “I need to bite you now.”
28
IRENA
I hardly know what I’m doing as I scoot off his lap and lay in the soft, cool grass beside him. Valen is quick to get between my thighs—he’s there almost before I spread them, pushing up my shift and pressing his nose and mouth to the silk of my panties.
