[A child couldn't and wouldn't come of this. It might be a good sign for him, but it would be a mark of her indiscretion. She was far less kind to her slips and mistakes and there was always a measure of apprehension and disappointment when she did get pregnant. It was no easy thing and tightened a bond she wasn't sure yet if she should encourage, even as encouraged it.
This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.
His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]
I will forget this as soon as it's over. [Sheβs panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.
[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.
There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:55 pm (UTC)This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.
His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]
I will forget this as soon as it's over. [Sheβs panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.
[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.
There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]