Her mouth was the sweetest nectar. I could feel her melting in my arms, ripe and ready for me. However sweet her mouth was, I knew where she would be even sweeter - her juicy little pussy.

I pulled back from the kiss. The thought of all the things I wanted to do to my angel made my cock harden in my jeans. What I wanted wasn’t some gentle kiss, no, I wanted her in my bed, naked and desperate for me.

I had fallen for her the first second I’d seen her. It had been immediate and primal.

I was sure that the same thing had happened to her too. She had to feel the same way - she had to be just as affected as I was. I needed her to be.

“Let me make you mine,” I asked her, seeing the burn of desire in her eyes and knowing what her answer would be. I knew that she felt the same flames of passion that I did.

She nodded enthusiastically, tilting her head for another kiss, but I wouldn’t give it to her. The time for gentleness was over.

“I’m going to claim you! You’re mine now!” I growled, as I forced her hips to press against mine, holding her tight so that she couldn’t move.

“Yes! Do it! Make me yours!” she begged me.

I carried her into the bedroom, she was light in my arms and she wrapped one arm around my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck. I could feel her biting softly at my skin, small and timid little love bites that I was going to repay tenfold soon enough.

My cock was rock hard. I needed to get out of my jeans and into her now.

I held her up, preparing to throw her down onto the bed and ravish her as she continued to kiss my neck, not noticing that I had paused. Because I had realized something.

I had to tell her the truth - she knew my name, but she had no idea who I was. I couldn’t let this continue. How could I truly claim her, if she didn’t know who I was?

She bit down on the hard tendon of my neck, encouraging me to hurry up.

I would tell her everything, I decided. But not right now.

This first time, let her choose me as a normal civilian, not because she knew that I was a prince. She wasn’t blinded by my title, she knew me simply as a man and I was going to claim her as a man claiming a women. This was more primal than that. This was beyond all the niceties of the civilized world. Forgetting all social status, let our bodies simply express our fundamental urges.

I dropped her down onto the bed, watching the way her soft curves bounced and jiggled. She let out a soft, feminine sound of surprise. Following her down on to the bed, I kneeled above her, caging her smaller body underneath mine.

She looked up me, her bright green eyes were expectant, waiting for me to make my move.

I needed to see her, I wanted to see every part of her, without anything between us. Her t-shirt had rucked up slightly when I’d thrown her onto the bed, now I pulled it up further. My hand moved slowly, making her wait as I took my time, pushing the t-shirt up past her stomach and then up past her chest, revealing her bra - soft and lacy but hiding her tits from me.

She lifted her arms, helping me to pull off her t-shirt, but I grabbed her bra as well, yanking it straight up, so that, all at once, she was completely bare chested.

“Oh!” she pouted in surprise, both of us looking down at her suddenly bare tits. Her nipples peaked up at me, ready and waiting for me. Waiting for my hands, and my mouth.

I smiled down at her eager body. She was going to learn that I liked to take my time. I crawled down her body, watching her face as I undid her jeans and slowly started pulling them down, leaving her panties firmly in place. When the jeans were down to her knees, I stood up, leaving her shivering. I pulled off her shoes and socks, freeing the way to pull her jeans completely off.

She was beautiful, lying there in just her cute panties. Her skin just starting to flush as I watched her and, yes, just as I had suspected, that light pink flush did go all the way down her chest.

Standing tall, I started to take off my own clothes. Ruby’s eyes followed my movements, watching my hands as I pulled off my shirt, her pupil’s widening as she finally saw the muscles that she’d been fondling on the ride out to Arrowhead Mountain. I flexed, watching in amusement as she unconsciously licked her lips.

Finally, I freed my cock from the confine of my clothes. It bounced free, pointing straight at Ruby.

Slowly, carefully, like a hunter stalking his skittish prey, I lowered myself back onto the bed and over her delicate body. Keeping myself on all fours, so that we weren’t quite touching, I dipped my head, kissing her again.

I moved away from the soft press of her lips and the sweetness of her mouth. Her kisses tasted like innocence and I wanted to corrupt her. I wanted to drive her wild until I knew that she felt just as passionate as I did. She had stepped into my life, with her genuineness and her realness, and she had made me want her. Now, I wanted to make sure that she was just as effected.

I took her mouth roughly, overpowering her with kisses, my tongue was probing and demanding. She yielded to me utterly, arching her back as she begged me for more.

I captured both her wrists in one hand, and pinned them to the bed just above her head, keeping her in place as I stopped kissing her.

Instead, I moved away from her mouth and laid soft love bites in a trail down her neck, reddening her skin as I went, proclaiming exactly where I had touched her and marked her as mine. My kisses became rougher, as I couldn't hold back the strength of my desire; my teeth scraping and nibbling at her. She gasped as I grazed her neck and I smirked as I realized I had found a sensitive spot.

I knew that she could feel the shape of my lips against her, that she could feel my smirk.

My other hand reached down, following the sinuous curves of her body along the swell of her breasts, in at the bend of her waist and then out at the curve of her hips. My hand stopped, my way impeded, as I touched the waistband of her panties. I roughly grabbed hold of them, prying them out of my way.

There was a loud ripping sound as the material came apart in my hand and the shredded remains of her panties fell away. Her breath caught in a sharp little gasp but I was quick to distract her.

My hand looked enormous, moving over her smaller body, as I released her wrists. To my pleasure, her hands stayed in place. Her arms still firmly above her head, leaving her body exposed to me.

My attention turned to the nipples that had been rising up at me since we first met, now revealed to me in glorious detail. I plucked at those tight little buds and she let out a soft little yelp, pushing her chest up and right into my hand. I laughed at her eagerness. But I wasn’t completely cruel - I didn’t make her wait for more.

I lowered my mouth, hovering just above her nipples as they hardened more, desperate for me to touch them. With a flicked of my tongue, I tasted one of those hard nubs, giving it little darting caresses, designed to infuriate her and drive her wild for more. Once again, she arched her back, trying to get me to touch her more, but I carried on teasing her.

She groaned in aroused frustration and put a hand on the back of my head, trying to force me down - to get my mouth on her nipples. I wouldn’t let her tell me what to do - I make the rules, not her. She might have been pulling me downwards with all her strength, but it was like holding back a kitten as I playfully gave her nipple one last flick with my tongue.

After that soft lick, I gave it a sharp quick pinch, I wanted her to focus on exactly what I was doing to her as I moved down between her legs to get my first good look at this, her most intimate place. Her perfect little pussy, pink, cute and enticingly wet.

“Hurry up,” she moaned, starting to move her hips. With one hand I stilled her hips, keeping her in place as I shook my head. I was going to take my time with her. She was my delicacy to enjoy and I wouldn't speed up, not even for her.

She’d never been worshipped, slowly, methodically, by a lover who wanted to feel every intimate part of her. I would have to show her what that felt like.

With a slow lick to her inner thigh, my tongue traced a line on her skin. Turning my head to her other thigh, I used my tongue to swirl a pattern along her skin, inching ever closer to that pretty little cunt of hers, but not quite touching it. My mouth was hungry for her, but I wanted to draw this out as long as possible, wring every last drop of pleasure from her.

Finally, I kissed her pussy lips, wet already from my teasing, tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and delicious, just like every part of my angel.

With long, sure strokes along the lips of her cunt I worshipped her. She tasted divine and I was addicted - to the taste and to the moans of pleasure that poured out of her.

I dove past her lips, finding her clit and lapping at it, my tongue circling around. Her hips tried to move again, but I stilled her with my hand, holding her down and in the place that I wanted her.

I wrote my name, letter by letter, on her clit.

Spelling it out with my tongue: G-A-B-R-I-E-L

I didn’t think that she could feel that I was writing with my tongue, but I knew it was there. My name on her most intimate part for all time.

I could feel her shaking, close to orgasm but not quite there. I stopped, I was not going to let her cum until I decided it was time. I moved away from her clit, hearing a disappointed sound from her.

My tongue explored her and dipped inside her, moving in and out rhythmically. In a moment, I would be using my cock to do this to her, but for now I drank her sweet nectar straight from the source. I lapped at her, my tongue moving more and more aggressively, pushing her towards the edge, until I felt her come apart for me. She screamed, pulling on my hair as she spasmed her orgasm and then collapsing limply. Her hand released my head, falling away still clutching the few hairs that she had plucked out in her passion.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

My neglected cock ached and my balls were ready to burst. I needed her NOW.

I moved up her body, my chin dripping with her sweet juice, and I licked my lips, chasing the taste, eager for more. That would have to wait for later though.

“Are you ready to be claimed? Are you ready for me to make you mine?” I asked, poised above her, the tip of my cock caressing her pretty pink pussy. I could feel her heat, she was ready for me, but I needed to hear the words. I needed her to acknowledge that she was mine.

“YES! Make me yours!!” she cried out in desperation.

Pressing my cock against her opening, kissing at her slickness, I was about to change her forever - because I knew that I would be the last man to see her like this, to feel this. I would not let another man have this. This would be mine alone, forever more.

I thrust forward, my cock invading her body as she screamed in relief at finally feeling me inside her.

“You look so good like this,” I told her, looking down as I slowly pulled out of her and then pounded back in. She took me so well, letting out a breathless, little cry with every one of my thrusts.

“Harder! Harder!” she yelled at me, but I would not be told what to do.

“Ask,” I said, timing my words with my thrusts into her, “Nicely!”

“Please!” her voice cracked, my thrusts punching the air from her lungs so that she could barely get out even a single word.

Sparks crackled up my spine. My angel was being so good for me, her pussy was a hot vice.

I shoved her thighs apart, the angle changing so that I was even deeper inside her.

She frantically clawed at my back, so rough and desperate for me.

I let her pull my head down into a kiss. We were too far gone for the kiss to be refined, it was sloppy and open-mouthed. I wanted to consume her and she willingly let me, as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, filling her just like my cock filled her eager cunt.

Having her like this, moaning and needy under me was too much. I wanted this to last longer. I leaned away from her, making sure that my cock stayed buried in her as I got onto my knees, pulling her upright with me.

“Come here,” I grunted as I sat back and tugged her onto my lap, still impaled on my cock.

She was going to have to work for her pleasure now. I grasped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I moved her easily, slipping impossibly deeper at this angle.

Like this, I could watch her face as she went mad with the pleasure I was giving her, like she simply couldn’t contain it for another second. Her hands ran through her own hair, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at me and I felt her pussy spasming as she orgasmed again - clamping down on my cock.

I surged up, burying my lips at her throat, and whispering obscenities into her skin, as I told her how beautiful she looked, spearing herself on my cock.

It was too good to last. With a final mighty push, driving my hips up, I exploded within her, emptying myself into her pussy. I let out a noise, half-snarl and half-yell, that was muffled in the silky expanse of her neck as she milked my thick cum with the tight walls of her pussy.

I held her upright, not letting her move as my cock twitched and jerked inside her a few last times. I didn’t want to leave the rich honey trap of my Ruby’s pussy.

Our thighs were wet with a mixture of our sweat and juices. I was sure the sheets underneath us had been flooded too.

Slowly, I lifted her hips, pulling her off me. My cock emerged shining, glazed wet with the sweet juices of her pussy. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything more glorious than my Ruby’s pussy, crowned with my cum.

Ruby flopped down onto the bed, her head on a pillow and her legs spread wide enough for me to enjoy the view.

The sound of both of our breaths was the only sound in the room. I could hear the staggered panting as her breathing hitched. I’d completely worn her out.

“You ruined my panties,” she said, with a teasing tone, beckoning me closer, to lie down next to her.

“I’ll buy you some more, anything you want,” I promised as I lay back, pulling her to me.

She laughed disbelievingly, as if she thought I wasn’t serious.