Post by Evangeline L'Envers de Morhban on May 20, 2007 19:01:49 GMT -5
I threw my head back, the sweat cresting my brow as I climaxed, my hands clenching Fleur's hair as I pressed her head hard to my wetness.
"Drink it all up or I'll punish you." I commanded through grit teeth.
"And keep moving pushing your fingers in me." I added, my leg wrapping around her and pulling her toward me.
"Yes Duchesse." She wimpered against my nether lips. I lay there for a moment enjoying the wave of pleasure that ripped through me. Sex with Fleur and drinking were the only two things that kept me sane these days and I exploited them both. After a moment I released her twisting my hips so that she stopped lapping at my wetness.
"Move." I said pushing her onto her back. "And stay there, I want you to keep playing with yourself." I could feel this blaze in my skin as I commanded her to do as I wished. She nodded, a few tears welling in her eyes. I had spent the whole day commanding her to do stupid chores in gowns too small. I would watch as her breast would fall out of her gown and the stable boy saw, or when she would bend over or reach for something too high and flash her nether region. All day I comanded her to do as I wanted, all the time making my way through bottles of red wine.
"Of course Duchesse, what ever you wish." She whispered as her fingers worked on herself.
I rose from the bed and moved to the armoire, my gaze catching the coronation invitation and my mind turning to cloths. The hushed moans of Fleur behind my body burn all over but I couldn't help but think about gowns. I opened the door to my armoire and looked in shuffling through my things.
No, too old...too warm...ick, what was that...there must be something. Ah, there it was, a gown I had ordered for King Ambrose's coronation but had not worn. I nodded placing it back in the armoire and turning back to Fleur. I would skip the coronation itself, Elliot could go with Caraf. I would go to the fete later and hopefully find some one to bring home to bed. Moving back to the bed I crawled to where Fleur's figure writhed in passion.
"Cum for me."
"Drink it all up or I'll punish you." I commanded through grit teeth.
"And keep moving pushing your fingers in me." I added, my leg wrapping around her and pulling her toward me.
"Yes Duchesse." She wimpered against my nether lips. I lay there for a moment enjoying the wave of pleasure that ripped through me. Sex with Fleur and drinking were the only two things that kept me sane these days and I exploited them both. After a moment I released her twisting my hips so that she stopped lapping at my wetness.
"Move." I said pushing her onto her back. "And stay there, I want you to keep playing with yourself." I could feel this blaze in my skin as I commanded her to do as I wished. She nodded, a few tears welling in her eyes. I had spent the whole day commanding her to do stupid chores in gowns too small. I would watch as her breast would fall out of her gown and the stable boy saw, or when she would bend over or reach for something too high and flash her nether region. All day I comanded her to do as I wanted, all the time making my way through bottles of red wine.
"Of course Duchesse, what ever you wish." She whispered as her fingers worked on herself.
I rose from the bed and moved to the armoire, my gaze catching the coronation invitation and my mind turning to cloths. The hushed moans of Fleur behind my body burn all over but I couldn't help but think about gowns. I opened the door to my armoire and looked in shuffling through my things.
No, too old...too warm...ick, what was that...there must be something. Ah, there it was, a gown I had ordered for King Ambrose's coronation but had not worn. I nodded placing it back in the armoire and turning back to Fleur. I would skip the coronation itself, Elliot could go with Caraf. I would go to the fete later and hopefully find some one to bring home to bed. Moving back to the bed I crawled to where Fleur's figure writhed in passion.
"Cum for me."