Into His Claws- 1x1

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The feeling started in her back, her tattoo growing warm and electric like a shock. Then she felt her nipples grown hard and strain against her dress. The fabric was corse, and feeling the texture against her aching sensitive buds was pain and pleasure like she had never felt.

And then it started in her groin, and she almost had to stop dancing. She wanted to cross her legs anf stiffled the feeling, or find the sensation with her hand and bring it to a peak, but before long it was growing and aching all on its own, ready fir release. Arrow took her hands as she was panting. Luckily. It was easily dismissed as exertion from the dancing.

"Don't dance too vigorously, my love. Save some energy for tonight." He purred in her ear.

She was about to tell him no, that they were forbidden to touch each other, but Amora's eyes locked on Lord Franks, and she was coming. Amora had never expirenced an ogasm before. It was a whole new, wonderful type if pleasure that washed over her, and she moaned aloud.

Arrow grinned, thinking her needy sound was for him. He whisked Amora around as she clamped onto his shoulder, riding out the waves of her orgasm, and she didn't notice he was leading her towards a guest room offset from the ball room.

As soon as the door was closed, and he made sure the room was empty, his mouth was on hers. She fought for a minute, but she was so hot with need and exhuasted from her first orgasm that she collpased against the bed. His mouth was on her neck, his hands working her dress down so he could get to her breasts.

"Amora I need you. I want you- and everything we've been through, I still love you." He moaned, biting her ear. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock against her thigh.

"Arrow- the dragon said-" she panted as he groped her all over. All she could think of was Lord Franks. How she wanted him to do this to her, not Arrow. But... A wife should consumate her marriage to her husband, right? Perhaps she could give him this one time. She owed him that much for agreeing to be king, didn't she? She could just think about Lord Franks through it, and then she'd tell Arrow she wanted her own room, and they'd never sleep together again.

Besides, her first time wouldn't be enjoyable. All the handmaids told her it would hurt. That she would bleed. The thought of Lord Franks turning away from her and leaving in disgust after seeing her blood made her sheepish and red in the cheeks.

Arrow was pulling off her dress, and lavishing her with his mouth. On her breasts, her stomach, her inner thigh. Amora steeled herself. God, she was so hot and wet from her mysterious orgasm, she couln't think straight.

 

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Amora founder herself almost immediately coming as Lord Franks stared at her. The guards took Arrow from the room, and left Amora with the lord, moaning and writhing on the bed as another orgasm rushed through her. She grabbed fistfuls of the blanket, and panted out his name.

"Sir Edward- Ah! Ah!" her eyes clamped shut. They were alone, and his eyes burned into her, and she felt hot shame and need. She ran from the room, pushing past him. "Meet. Me. Tonight." she commanded, begged, then rushed to her room.

As soon as she made it into her chambers, she shelled off her dress. She pulled down her hair, and she climbed into her pool. She let the cold water wash over her hot aching body.

 

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Amora washed herself, which was a feat in itself. Her hand wanted to roam lower, or linger on her breasts. She just wanted to get into a silk robe and into bed. She had enough earth quaking orgasms.

She laid in her large four poster bed in the black and hand woven lace robe. It contrasted nicely with her white hair and pale skin. She felt beat from the entire day, yet awake. Wanting. Hot.

She sat up. What was taling him so long? She was ready!

Was she ready? She bit her lip. Suddenly she wasn't so sure. Would it hurt? Couldn't be worst that the burning empty ache she felt. The thought of Lord Franks taking her was overwhelming. She wanted him unlike she had wanted any man.

 

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Amora was shaking, buzzing with need. "Tell me you need me like I need you. Tell me you want me. Feel bonded to me. Tell me your mine, and I'll be yours." She crawled across the bed towards him, robe falling open to reveal her breasts.

Her body was slight, with curves in the right places. Between her legs was downy white hair, and in the lamp light of the room, she was practically glowing.

Her eyes met the deep green of Lord Franks and she took a leap of faith. "I submit."

 

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She moaned when he told her she was his. Her whole body seemed to buzz. The hot kiss was almost enough to send her over the edge, and she was whimpering with need. She pressed her lips to his hard, flicking her tongue to meet his in slow languid thrusts between hard wanting kisses. She broke away only to tear off his shirt.

Pulling the belt from his pants, she pulled them down and he kicked them off, and suddenly he was pulling her breasts to his mouth. It felt like the second his mouth found her nipple she was coming. It rocked through her, and she had to grab onto him to keep from falling over. She trembled, riding out the waves of her release.

She laid flat on the bed, pulling him closer from here he still stood on the floor. She ean her fingers along his hips, pulling him close so she could kiss his stomach, his thighs, and then his cock. From this position his manhood was exactly level with her face, abd she could worship it with her eyes.

"May I... Please?" She asked, her mouth just inches from his cock. Her hot breath hit his head with every word, and she flicked her tongue out to lidk away a drop of precum. It tasted spicey and musky and amazing and she looked at him, eyes begging to suck his cock.

 

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Amora almost didnt noticed the blanlets wrapped around her. Magic? Didn't matter. It pulled her closer to his cock, and her senses were engulfed by him. By his soft hair that her nose was pressed into. The undenaibly sexy, manly smell. Everything about him was addicting. His taste, his scent, his touch. She wanted more, more, more!

The strange lavishing in her cunt sped up again as he started a slow thrust into her mouth. She lapped at the bottom of his shaft, wriggling her tongue to stroke him as he fucked her mouth. She moaned around his cock, pure bliss making her mind foggy. She sucked and licked, sloppily worshipping his cock, taking as much as he would give her. She was so wet, so ready, but his thrusts into her mouth felt so good it was like he was fucking her maidenhood instead. She didn't know what would feelt better- him in her mouth or her cunt.

She moaned again, already close to coming. It was so hot, and as he said. She wasn't a princess. Wasn't a queen, wasn't a royal. She was just his. Completely and utterly his.

 

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The magic he worked on her seemed to push every boundary she had. She was constrained, tortured by pleasure and just she had never even dared to imagine. It felt too good- too good! Soon she was coning again, body on edge and needing more even as she came.

Amora cried out in a shrill gasp that echoed through his cock, and as she did, he errupted, grunting and gasping as he pumped his seed into her wanting mouth. She couldn't stop drinking it. She wanted all of him, she was hungry for his seed. It was warm and filling and she almost came again just from how saisfying it was to feel his come flowing into her mouth.

She moaned her since of loss as he pulled out of her mouth, but as if sensing her disappointment he started using his magic to work her furiously. "M-more!" She gasped out, feeling empty and needy. "More, my lord. Please!"

 

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Amora wanted to lay there and let the magic lavish her. It was on her neck now, and her breasts, and it felt so good she wanted to sink into it, let it pleasure her endlessly. But the Lord demanded she remove his clothes and coax him to her bed. Was it not enough that she submitted to him? Was it not enough that she was willing? He wanted her to beg for it? Work for it?

She was too far gone to care. To overwhelmed with need. She crawled across the bed towards him, the swung her legs over so she was sitting on the edge, straddling where he stood on the floor. His clothed cock was lined up with her wet cunt and she bristled woth excitement at the thought. She pulled off his belt, and lowered his pants. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as she let it drop to the floor. She lavished his shoulders with kisses and nibbles, and when he was bare, she ran her hands up his chest and pulled him so he was kissing her.

She sucked his lip and twirled her tongue in his mouth, kissing him with feverish intensity. His cock was so close to her slick heat and the magic fingers and tongues were working her double time. "Need... You..." She said between kisses. "Only... You..."

 

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Amora cried out, feeling pain and pleasure merge into one. Both were overwhelming, and the sensation seemed to threaten to blacken her consciousness. She was falling, loosing her mind and she thought she would faint. And the he started to chant.

She felt power flow through her, amplifying the pleasure to a point of unbearable magnitudes. Her cries droned on and on, as did her orgasm. And the she saw it.

"M-mesreth?" She stammered, shocked. She tried to fight, to crawl away out of fear but she seemed locked on, glued to his cock. Both physically and mentally.

Her resistance faded fast. She needed him, all of him, needed to be his, but she was slowly realizing that this was some illusion, some fraud that made her lust for him. She was hot and cold and pain and pleasure, ecstasy and terror echoing through her body all the way to her bones.

And then he started to move his cock, locking his lips to hers as he pumped in and out, and she was lost. She was lost to bliss, and she couldn't be bother to care what or who was bringing her such blinding euphoria. Man, woman, dragon or dog.

 

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She wanted to say something, but focusing on breathing was hard enough. She tried to pant out a response, but in the waves and waves of bliss she was blinded by, she could only manage a weak nod.

Arrow may have been her husband by law, but not in her heart. In her heart was only this man, this best, that lay beside her. She tried to move again, but she collapsed against the sheets. Losing the will to fight against her leaden body, she closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep.