Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Her cheeks go red with shame and I know I’m right.
“How…how did you know that?” she whispers.
“Because you’ve got a hot nature—you’re not like those cold, skinny women you grew up around,” I tell her. “You’ve got needs, sweetheart—and there’s nothing wrong with meeting those needs any way you can.”
“I…I know I shouldn’t do it but sometimes I can’t help it,” she whispers, arching her back restlessly. I’m still cupping one of her tits, teasing her nipple as I rub her pussy through her panties. She’s getting really wet—wet enough that I can feel a damp spot growing on the silk.
“Why don’t you show me?” I suggest. I’m intrigued by the mixture of shame and desire I hear in her voice.
“Show you?” she asks uncertainly.
“How you touch yourself,” I say. “Look…” Taking my hand from her pussy, I take her by the wrist and slide her own hand down between her legs. “Slip your fingers into your panties and pet that soft little pussy for me.” I let my voice drop to a soft growl as I kiss the side of her neck. “If you don’t want me to touch you, you need to touch yourself for me, Princess. You need to get nice and hot for me before I bite you.”
“You…you want to watch me touch myself?” Her voice is breathless—horrified and yet intrigued by what I’m suggesting. And her scent is getting so hot it makes me want to flip her over and sink my cock to the hilt inside her.
But that’s not part of the plan—at least not for tonight.
“Yes, touch yourself,” I growl. “Pet that sweet little pussy for me.”
“I…I shouldn’t…” But her soft little fingers are already slipping into the waistband of her panties.
“Good,” I murmur. “Now spread your pussy lips open and slip your fingers inside.
“I…I can’t…” But she’s doing it. I can see how wet she is, how the damp white silk is clinging to the tight little pearl of her clit.
“Good girl,” I murmur and lick the side of her neck, making her shiver. Her skin is salty-sweet—fucking delicious. “Now stroke yourself,” I tell her. “Pet that sweet little clit—make yourself feel good.”
“Oh…ohhhh,” she moans and her hips are thrusting as she obeys my orders. I can see her fingers moving under the damp silk of her panties and the scent of her desire is making me fucking crazy. Not to mention the way her round, plump bottom is rubbing against my shaft.
My fangs are aching but I know I have to be patient—I want her to come before I bite her.
“That’s right, sweetheart—stroke your little clit,” I say, my voice coming out in a hoarse growl. “Make yourself come for me.”
“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.