More Than A Princess

Not again!

Lyvia found herself falling onto her sofa and her whole body went limp. Yet, she was still wide awake. She watched as Jinna came to her and asked her if she was okay. She tried to say something but she found that she could talk. Then she began to feel this growing heat within her. A red hot need unfurling deep inside her. She felt herself becoming wet and her n*****s hardened in arousal. She was suddenly so horny and yet her limbs were so heavy she could get up or move. She could feel her moist centre throbbing with need. She swallowed and tried to speak again but nothing came out. 

“Princess? Oh dear, I shall go get help, Prince Henry, please take care of her,” Jinna said and then she hurried out of the room. 

Once the door closed behind Jinna, Henry went over to it and turned the lock. He sauntered back to Lyvia on the settee and run a hand down her face. She shivered. Need and arousal bloomed and filled her. Her hair on her body was standing on end and she felt this gnawing need becoming stronger and her moist channel is now dribbling wet with her juices.

“What’s wrong princess? Cat got your tongue? Maybe you need some tongue action?” Henry said. He pushed her and laid her out on the sofa. Then he pushed her gown up, it’s long skirts bunching up around her waist. He made an appreciative sound to notice her nakedness underneath the skirts.

“Looks like you came here prepared…you know you want me, I just don’t understand why you are marrying that wimpy Callan,” he said. He dipped a finger into her wet centre and she gasped. Sensations flooded her. She was so horny with desire that his finger felt so good inside of her. 

He bent and placed his lips on her wet, throbbing centre. She gasped and groaned. Pleasure filled her as his tongue dipped into her and licked at her throbbing bud. If she could move, she would be writhing in pleasure. Her mind was objecting against his attention and yet her traitorous body was opening up, unfurling and begging for more from him. She tried to struggle yet again but could not move at all. She could only lay there and let him do whatever he wanted with her.

Henry was taking his time with the princess. He has wanted to do this for a long time and now that he got his chance, he will take his time. He will ravage her completely and make sure he take his time to touch and lick every crevice of her luscious body. He pulled the gown off her, tearing it in the process, releasing her ample breasts. He groaned at the sight of her large breasts and pink hard n*****s. 

Jinna had done well to provide him that medicine. Just one drop and he can do what he wants with the princess. She can’t even fight back. It would have been fun to have her respond to his touches but this will do for now. She might like his thick hard rod so much that she could even change her mind and marry him instead. Jinna told him that the princess is a virgin so he will make sure her first time is memorable and good. 

He grasped Lyvia’s large breasts and pinched her hard n*****s. She groaned. “You like that? There’s more,” he told her. He bent and took a n****e in his mouth and sucked. He licked and sucked one n****e then moved to the other. His hand went to her wet centre and teased her nub. She was groaning and moaning in pleasure now. They were both panting. He felt his arousal straining against his pantaloons. He wanted to bury himself deep into her tight wet moistness but not yet. He dug into her with first one finger, then two, then three, thrusting into her while rubbing at her nub with his thumb. She was now covered in perspiration, her eyes are closed, the moans and her panting coming in short bursts. 

Lyvia felt as if her body was on fire. She was so aroused even under Henry’s rough handling. He bit at her n*****s and pain and pleasure shot through her. His fingers were bringing her closer to her climax. She could not believe that she was letting Henry doing this to her. She wanted to push him away and yet her body, her traitorous body wanted more. He pushed three fingers into her and pressed on her core. That was all she needed to crash over and she could feel a rumble within her breaking out of her. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her whole body shivered and convulsed involuntarily and a scream escaped her lips. She was throbbing in release around his fingers while he continued his assault on her breasts. Nipping at her n*****s, grabbing it hard, pinching her. 

“That was good isn’t it? I told you, it will be good with me,” Henry said. He got up, wiped his wet fingers on his pantaloons and pulled off his pantaloons. His thick rod stood tall and proud, ready for action. She is so wet with her juices, he is ready to plunge into her and taste her sweet virginal juices. He is so ready to feel her tight virgin passage sheathing him. 

Lyvia was beginning to feel sensations coming back to her limbs and she realised she can move again. Henry was positioning himself between her legs, oblivious to the fact that she was gripping her hands and testing her strength. She was still aroused and horny for more but her mind reminded her that she didn’t want Henry. She fought against her body’s traitorous need to be fulfilled. 

“I will do this slowly, don’t worry princess, it will not hurt that much,” Henry was saying as he placed his rod at her entrance and pushed a tiny bit into her. She gasped. Pleasure and want warred within her, demanding for her wet passage to be filled. Her body almost arched into him to take him in but she controlled it with all her will power.

“No!” she shouted and scrambled up, pushing Henry with all her might. He fell off her and onto the floor in shock. 

“What the…!!” he shouted. He sprang up, his rock hard rod dribbling and erect. “We are not done princess!” he shouted and grabbed her. She fought against him this time though her body was still fully aroused and crying out for release. She is now certain that he must have put something in the tea to make her horny and immobile so that he could have his way with her. She will never let him take her. Not if she can help it. She bit his hand when he tried to grab her hands. He howled and slapped her with the other hand.

Her head snapped to the side at his slap and using that momentum, he grabbed her arms, keeping them on her sides and pushed her onto the settee again. She fell and splayed there with him above her. He was lying on her, trapping her with his body weight and strong grip. Her face sting from his slap. 

“Aren’t you a feisty one, this is so much more fun, gets me more aroused,” he said. He straddled her, his erection still hard and standing proudly above her belly. He gave his c**k a shake then he slapped her. Again and again. Her head was flung from one side to another as he slapped her, her cheeks stinging under his assault. He held her two hands in his tight grip above her head and leaned over her.

“Ready or not, here I come princess,” he said. He slid down her body and positioned himself at her entrance again, ready to bury himself deep into her. Not ready to let him take her this way, she drew back her legs and kicked out as hard as she could. She hit his face and chest, causing him to release his grip on her hands. She kicked him on his groin and this time, he howled and crouched over in pain. He fell to the floor, curled into a ball, clutching his parts. 

“You b***h!” he screamed, cradling his softening erection in his hand. “You will pay for this!” he shouted as she pulled on her tattered gown and ran out of the room.