Snork Maiden
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Caitlin - becomes a woman
The king licks my aroused crotch, and I moan noisely panting.
'Yes, oh yes, oh yes', I cry as he pleasures my button with the tip of his, flicking it cruelly and sending short pulses of ecstacy through my body. As he licks be I can feel his first finger entering into me, 'oh oh my Lord', I exclaim, 'hmmm yeah oh yeah that feels so good'.
My King rotates the finger gently opening my young tight pussy, slipping it deeper into me. He starts to rotate it a little and then I fel the second Royal digit enter my humble hole. The pleasure I am feeling is like nothing ever on earth. He twists and probes deeper into me, the tips of his fingers stroking my walls as my entrance stretches to accomodate the two Royal fingers. I can feel a low pleasant ache forming in my stomach as my muscles begin to tighten. I grip his fingers as he slips them into me, his tongue lapping the juice from them an my pouting slit, I tense as I achieve my first orgasm, the ripples building slowly and growing spreading through my feminine tube gripping his finger.
Forgetting he is the King I grasp his hair moanly loudly desperately trying to force his face into my crotch. My hips buck up and down rubbing my slit against his highnesses face and I cry out 'Oh yeah, Oh yeah, oh YEAH!'. His fingers wind back and forward into me twisting and stretching me and my second more powerful orgasm erupts. The pleasure is too much as I rock about and I push him away letting it subside. finally collasping limply back onto the soft sheets with the hugest smile of bliss on my face.
Opening my eyes, I see the King kneeling between my legs, his chin glistens with saliva and my essence, but he looks annoyed. Remembering my actions, pulling his hair and pushing myself into his face I realise I have offended him. 'My King', I say, 'Please forgive me, I am just a lowly servant, I should not have touched you that way.'
My lips move speaking the words but my eyes keep wandering to the Royal Staff that twitches stiffly. Remembering what he had first said to me the first time I had aroused him, I panic. 'My Lord, I did not mean to make the Royal Staff so hard again. I am such a worthless servant.'
He stares back at me sternly, 'Now you must receive the punishment', was written across his face. Ordering me to get on my hands and knees I comply, my rounded buttocks pointing back at him as my breasts swing below me.
Expecting to receive a whipping for my misdemeanors, I close my eyes, shaking slightly, waiting.
The firm hand does not arrive, instead I can feel something smooth and wonderous rubbing up and down my slit, it feels so hot and hard. Opening my eyes I look back between my legs and can see the tip of his cock appearing and dissappearing from view as the King slides it's tip through my folds, coating it with the slippery goo from my aching pussy.
“Now, girl, we shall see if you possess a sheath worthy of my Royal Cock.” I hear him say as he presses the tip at the entrance to my lovetube. I can feel it stretching me as it edged into me. It feels fantastic, but I resist the urge to move or say anything. Instead I wait, for fear of over stepping the mark again.
The king licks my aroused crotch, and I moan noisely panting.
'Yes, oh yes, oh yes', I cry as he pleasures my button with the tip of his, flicking it cruelly and sending short pulses of ecstacy through my body. As he licks be I can feel his first finger entering into me, 'oh oh my Lord', I exclaim, 'hmmm yeah oh yeah that feels so good'.
My King rotates the finger gently opening my young tight pussy, slipping it deeper into me. He starts to rotate it a little and then I fel the second Royal digit enter my humble hole. The pleasure I am feeling is like nothing ever on earth. He twists and probes deeper into me, the tips of his fingers stroking my walls as my entrance stretches to accomodate the two Royal fingers. I can feel a low pleasant ache forming in my stomach as my muscles begin to tighten. I grip his fingers as he slips them into me, his tongue lapping the juice from them an my pouting slit, I tense as I achieve my first orgasm, the ripples building slowly and growing spreading through my feminine tube gripping his finger.
Forgetting he is the King I grasp his hair moanly loudly desperately trying to force his face into my crotch. My hips buck up and down rubbing my slit against his highnesses face and I cry out 'Oh yeah, Oh yeah, oh YEAH!'. His fingers wind back and forward into me twisting and stretching me and my second more powerful orgasm erupts. The pleasure is too much as I rock about and I push him away letting it subside. finally collasping limply back onto the soft sheets with the hugest smile of bliss on my face.
Opening my eyes, I see the King kneeling between my legs, his chin glistens with saliva and my essence, but he looks annoyed. Remembering my actions, pulling his hair and pushing myself into his face I realise I have offended him. 'My King', I say, 'Please forgive me, I am just a lowly servant, I should not have touched you that way.'
My lips move speaking the words but my eyes keep wandering to the Royal Staff that twitches stiffly. Remembering what he had first said to me the first time I had aroused him, I panic. 'My Lord, I did not mean to make the Royal Staff so hard again. I am such a worthless servant.'
He stares back at me sternly, 'Now you must receive the punishment', was written across his face. Ordering me to get on my hands and knees I comply, my rounded buttocks pointing back at him as my breasts swing below me.
Expecting to receive a whipping for my misdemeanors, I close my eyes, shaking slightly, waiting.
The firm hand does not arrive, instead I can feel something smooth and wonderous rubbing up and down my slit, it feels so hot and hard. Opening my eyes I look back between my legs and can see the tip of his cock appearing and dissappearing from view as the King slides it's tip through my folds, coating it with the slippery goo from my aching pussy.
“Now, girl, we shall see if you possess a sheath worthy of my Royal Cock.” I hear him say as he presses the tip at the entrance to my lovetube. I can feel it stretching me as it edged into me. It feels fantastic, but I resist the urge to move or say anything. Instead I wait, for fear of over stepping the mark again.
