A Royal Romp!

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Connor looked up from Anne's belly as she spoke, and his eyes met hers. For the first time he smiled, a curious mixture of shyness and burning desire.

"Gladly," he murmured, letting one hand slide down the smooth, pale skin to her plump mound. Connor teased her slightly, letting the back of his hand press slowly down, down, down one silken thigh almost to Anne's knee, then rising firmly back up the other. As he pressed one hand to her warm, wet cleft, the other cupped her breast once more, fingers squeezing gently in slow pulses to match the pressure against her.

Finally his finger slipped between her warm thighs, quivering back and forth in a little pulses, seeking out the swelling heat of Anne's clit.

Connor could not help himself pressing his aching sack against her leg and rubbing slowly back and forth to relieve the tightness of his intense need. Anne was driving him mad with her slow massage. Pearlescent beads of his essence, coaxed out by her firm squeezes, dripped slowly as he ground himself against her thigh.

 

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The Princess wiggled as he teased her, seeing his smile she gave him one of her own anxious encouragement; the experience was new for the both of them, once she could see that they were on more even ground she relaxed a bit.

She continued to stroke him for a few more moments before be began to work his stiffness into her thigh, a shudder ran through her body and a tiny whimper escaped. She wasn't certain how to feel but her body was responding for her, only heightened when he stroked over the golden fuzz to reach her moist clit.

As he manipulated her breast she moaned softly, her eyelids dropping to half-mast, she wanted him closer and so she pulled him by a hand at the base of his skull to her breast. She urged him to her nipple which beaded with colostrum, she rested her cheek on the pile of pillows against the headboard and offered him the nutritious treat.

 

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Anne's tiny whimper was barely audible, but sent a tremble down Connor's spine. He had been with women before, and had heard the sigh's echo in others... He suddenly felt more confident. She was not an untouchable princess, a thing of porcelain and gold to be gently adored -- Anne was a woman, a creature of hot blood and soft flesh. He had held them before... and entered them, owned them, possessed them... As Connor's fingers stole across her wet clit and twined in her golden down, his cock surged and grew rock hard with desire. A sudden fire blazed in him, and he tensed, ready to spread Anne open and plunge his aching need into her...

But then he felt the soft touch of her hand on the back of his head. Turning his head slightly, he saw the tiny beads of creamy yellow welling up from Anne's plump nipple. Her huge, milk-swollen breast was mesmerizing, and Connor was powerless to resist Anne's gentle urging as she offered it to him to suckle.

He drew her nipple into his mouth eagerly, and was rewarded by a sudden rush of thin, sweet milk. Connor gulped greedily, then leaned on one elbow, pressing his face against her warm, quivering breast and began to suck. Slowly, his body relaxed as he lost himself in drinking her firstmilk. His cock ceased its straining urgency, but stayed firm and thick against her as Connor continued to grind his stiffness into her thigh.