TURNED HER to face me. Her moist face glowed. Her eyes gleamed. She wriggled as I slipped her panties down. The scent of her made it hard for me to even think. As I slid the wet underwear down, her leg lifted. My face lowered. I slipped the wet garment down, over her other foot. And off. As I slipped them in my pocket for safe keeping, the nearness of her heavenly pussy was irresistible. I lifted her thighs.
Her eyes widened and rolled as I raised her up, hoisting her up to my shoulders. I gripped her firmly by the bottoms of her thighs. Her head bent against the roof of the corridor as she swung her legs over my shoulders.
The fabulous scent of her flower drifted and swelled and I saw her lips in front of me. Near enough that I could stretch my tongue out.
I would trace the soft, weeping wings, gently, softly part them. Run my tongue down the length of her. Press deep into the back, then drag forward. Probing. Pushing. Deeper. Farther. So that by the time I reached the front, the tip of my tongue would taste the juice of her from deep inside. Pierce between her wet, eager walls. Push and rub, high into the front of her. Find that spot.
While the flat of my tongue rolled against the underside of her zinging bean. Flatten her petals and her hood. And buzz. Inside her and out. Until she shook. Quaked. Clenched and thrashed. Cried out, crested and gushed into my wet, open, greedy mouth.
My voice was gravel. I growled into her pussy, “Come for me.”
Softly I kissed the insides of her thighs. Teasing, I flicked my tongue over the creases at the tops of her thighs. I loved her shudder as I stretched to lick and caress the bottoms of her cheeks. I slipped the tip down the cleavage of her ass. She jolted. Hard. I filed that away.
Then. I let my tongue trace the lines of her lips. Map and part the lovely folds. Turn around in the hood of her gleaming pearl. Lift it so I could softly blow warm breath onto it. Mix the warmth from inside me with the heat rising in her.
My fingers slid along the edges and the cleavage of her ass. She shuddered again. then I let the tips of my fingers come to the tops of her thighs. Reach in. Join with my mouth to follow and caress the lines of her hot, wet lips.
My lips pushed back her hood. I drew cool air in and let it blow it out over her stalk. Flicked with the lightest touch of the tip of my tongue. Then sucked.
She cried out, “Oh, god, yes.”
He fingers trembled as they clutched in my hair. Her body bent over my head. “Oh, your cock.” She stretched a hand down my face.
Her lips swelled. I reamed my tongue between them. She was so firm and tight. I had a thought, but it couldn’t be true. I dismissed it. I plunged my tongue inside her. Her walls were strong and needy. They vibrated and fluttered in a way that made me almost come as I probed her. Her flower was so tender and so tight, the thought came again, What if… but I chased it away. It wouldn’t have made me want her more, even if it were true.
Nothing could. She rocked her hips into my face and she bounced on my shoulders. Forcefully I pressed the length of my tongue high inside her, lashing the length of her tight canal and pressing up. Meanwhile my lips pressed against her petals and flexed over her clit.
Farther, deeper, longer than ever, I licked and pushed and flicked my tongue inside her.
Her hands were wild on my head. Along my neck. Down my chest. “My god your tongue is wonderful.” Her voice was tightening and her hips rocked hard into my face. “It’s enormous.” she shouted as she came.
Her wet walls quivered as they flexed and relaxed, suckling and squeezing my tongue.
“Huge,” Her thighs clamped around my head, made it hard for me to hear. Still I sucked and licked. She tasted divine as she yelled, “Like your cock.”
Her hips jammed against my face, letting me reach even deeper, taste even more of her dark honey juices.
She groaned and gasped as her back arced and she clenched all over.
“Your cock,” she moaned, “It must be as big as…” she stopped. Pulled back. Grabbed my hair in both hands. Yanked back my head as she looked down. She stared in my face. I wouldn’t ever have been able to hold myself back then if I hadn’t stowed my cock back into my pants earlier.
“Be my princess,” I told her. She bounced like a bomb had gone off.
The torture in her moist, reddening face couldn’t possibly have hurt more for her than it felt for me, watching the realization grow.
“That’s who you are.” She jumped to the floor. My face was slick and sticky with her honey and I tried hard not to grin. When girls realized who I was, it was always a special moment. She shouted, “You fucker.”
She stepped back. She slapped my face again. I was starting to like it. I was confused.
“The Fucking Crown Prince.” she glowered. “that’s literally what they call you, isn’t it? ‘The Fucking Crown Prince.’” The words spat, hot from, her lips. “What is it they say in the royal-watchers’ blogs? ‘He’ll rip you in twain,’ ‘pierce you from tush to crown,’ ‘fuck you till the top of his dick comes out of your mouth’?”
It was true. Those idiots did say all of those things. I tried to tell her. Explain. Let her know her that they were just stupid stories. They weren’t true. Well, not really true. Okay, they were a bit true. Some of them. There had been a few maidens. They were pretty willing and eager as I clearly recall. I was babbling.
I’m a man of action. Talking has never been my strong suit.
Her lips tightened. “See? ‘Just a few maidens.’” she snarled. “I bet there have been thousands.”
Might have been a couple of hundred, truth be told. I kept quiet. I’m not a complete idiot.
“Well, I’m not going to be one of your ‘just a few.’ I’m not going to wake up and read about myself in a blog like Scepter Watch or Royal Banger.”
Even as she spoke, her mound scraped up and down the length of my cock. It would be so sensational to slip it inside her. She knew it, too.
“Come on,” I urged her. I was to the point of taking her. I had her panties off already. I could have lifted her up again and lowered her onto the Royal Staff. She would have loved it. We both would.
“I fucking hate you.” and she slapped me again. I was starting to be annoyed now. What had I done? Really? I rescued her from a potential catastrophe, followed her meek as a lamb. Okay, not so much on the meek. And then I gave her, well, started to give her, what she was obviously gasping for. She got a throat ripping orgasm from the royal tongue, and straight away she turned on me. What the royal fucking fuck?
“You dumb, stupid fucking crown prince.”
I glowered back at her, dumbfounded. I’d never been refused anything in my life before that. Never. Why should I be? I’m the crown fucking prince.
“Your cock is wonderful.” Her breath rasped, “It’s marvelous. It’s unbelievably huge. And it’s hot. And it’s throbbing so hard, it makes me want to swallow it down until I choke.” Her fingers ran up and down the length of it as her face contorted in what looked like agony.
I smiled then. And I pulled her closer.
She pushed back. “Your massive cock is a legend unto itself.” Her thighs parted wider. “And if it were attached to any other man on earth I would have it up every part of me right now. I wouldn’t surrender my virginity, I would sling it. Rip it. Rend it. Drag it apart with a song on your fabulous column,” and now her face was a snarling sneer, “But you…”
With a tortured look like she had uncovered treachery she turned and she was gone.