I clench around his cock, making him roar in pleasure, and throw his head back, slamming into me harder. It feels so good. He promised he would make it feel good, and it most certainly does.He's mumbling sweet things in my ear, dirty things. "Such a good girl," he mumbles softly, his teeth catching my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. The quick strokes drag the through my veins and make my body surge with somean unknown force of pleasure."Oh harder," I moan. He's taking it gently because of me being his budurwa, and his wanting to take it slow to savor the moment, but it's driving me insane. "Please!"He cannot deny me my request. He is like an animal with the way he forces himself into me so passionately. I try To prop myself up on my elbows to give myself some ground, but with each thrust into me, he brings the air into my lungs then knocks it right back out.I throw my head back against the pillows and grasp the sheets so tightly until my knuckles turn white. His breathing
I literally turned but he throw me back in my position and hold my arms from his one hand around my belly and from another hand, he was holding my thigh so I won't try to cross my legs. " Ahh, Prince Edmund! Please stop! This is too much " No matter how much I protest he still did it until I was discharged...After that, he placed himself between my legs" I am going in Princess! If it hurt don't expect any mercy from me! But I promise to be as gentle with you as I could " I closed my eyes shut tight. Prince Edmund thrust his shaft forward slowly as he made his little guy enter inside my deep cave slowly until it was all in.It was so painful as if it will never end. I have had experience with pain but this was not less than a whip pain. I clenched my sheets not to make a noise." Princess are you okay? " He asked and I started crying" Prince Edmund it hurts so bad " I cried like a child l. He stays still from the bottom but from the top, he start kissing me so I could adjust."
"Giya ga sarki."(Wine for the king.)At first, he only stares at her in interest. The child's smile falls slightly, as she must be feeling intimidated by her king's steely gaze. I nudge his arm. He looks over at me in interest. I nod my head as if telling him to take the wine and be kind to her.I know he's not very good with children, only because he doesn't quite know how to act with them. He was always the youngest child in his family so he never had experience. He wants his children but needs to learn a little first.He plasters on a smile when I signal him to and takes the cup. "Na gode Tsai," he says to her (Thank you very much).The little girl's smile instantly comes back and she runs to her mother in the excitement that the king had just spoken to her and smiled at her.Suddenly someone starts to chant in the Hausa language. I realize that it's Three Horses. The drums and flutes play in tune with his chanting. The people around the giant fire in the middle of the shagali mov
"No…you have to pick up your chest a little. Puff it out like you're trying to prove a point to someone. Great!" I'm praising him with a smile on my face, clapping my hands like an excited little girl. Ever since He comes back from shagali, I've been teaching him a little about my culture, and some of the dances. I told him of the countless balls we've had, the masquerades, and the traditional styles of dancing. I told him of the masquerade balls, where people would dress up as characters from stories, wearing extravagant costumes and masks to try the said character. I told him that the royalty would throw balls regularly, and nobles would sometimes throw them as well. I even told him of a ball my family held. I step forward, pressing my hands onto his, and then I step right back to where I was. I spin gracefully a few times, with the help of one of his abnormally large fingers. I then lift my skirts a little higher, showing my foot dancing upon the stone floors. I move my hips rather
There is a little crossing with three pathways branching off of it, the dark corridors illuminated only by torches. He explains that the dungeons are to the right, the private library is straight on ahead and the 'prized possession' room would be left. There is an unlit torch lying against the wall.He takes it, lights it, and then leads me down the left pathway.It is a little unnerving being down in the base level of the castle, where I'd never dared venture before. It is dark, cobwebs lining the ceilings and pesky rats crawling through holes in the stone walls. I wonder if Prince Edmund has any prisonersstaying in the dungeons right now, and if the person who guards the dungeon room whips and tortures their prisoners...When I look back, I can see no sign of Prince Edmund in the Dark hallway. I can see only the shadows of a torch. I pick up my skirts and rush after him; I would hate to be lost down herewith the rats and the spiders. When I finally do catch up to him, I wrap my ar
Kicking Bull's eyes glaze over me with sick humor. "You are a foreign whore. You do not command Kicking Bull with that mouth. But I will give you something else to do with your mouth!"The crowd gasps. I am astonished at his persistence. It is like he wants to be killed. "The next time you speak to me in that manner will be the last time you have a tongue," I seethe at him menacingly. "I give you my word." I am a littlewoman, but my fury does not prevail."Cesar smiles. "See how she is fierce? She is Tiger Claw, and she will command you. The next time you speak suggestively of my woman, will indeed, be the last time you have your tongue."Kicking Bull does the unexpected, and he spits on Cesar's feet. My king's eyes dilate with his rage but he still manages to keep it cool. "A king who takes orders from his Slaves whore is no king at all!" He brings out his weapon, his mighty khopesh sword, and points it at Cesar. I gasp andstruggle against Three Horses. The man puts his lips close
It is almost dark when we get back to the castle. He's opted not to visit the castle medic for his bleeding. Instead, he's let it bleed on for almost a half-hour, the blood staining his chest. It dries, and new, wet blood drenches his chest again.He's been oddly silent ever since our encounter with Kicking Bull. He sits in his great bearskin chair and stares into the fire before him.I haven't said anything, but I'm afraid that I'll change that. But as I continue to say nothing, his condition only worsens."Does it hurt badly?" I ask him softly. My voice seems to startle him over the whisper of the wind and the soft crackle of the warm fire.He shrugs his shoulders, causing more blood to drip down his forearm. "Please Eliza…do not."I shake my head and exhale in frustration. "But I don't understand-!" I'm whining like a child now."I don't want it cleaned," he repeats a little firmly. "I don't want to keep telling you this, please. Don't make me explain."The image of the blood rolli
He didn't touched me that night but sitting beside fire place on his chair looking at me continuously..." What's wrong Prince Edmund " he still said nothing " Is something bothering you? " He sighed of relief " Yes! Get ready! I want to take you somewhere "I get up from bed and wear beautiful navy blue silk outfit. He sat on his horse and make me sit infront of him. It was mid night and only small fire light which were placed from distance were giving us light. We travel for about 30 minutes and stopped infront of a house. It seem so beautiful from outside and i was shocked to see it's elegant style from inside with beautiful designed furniture!" This is my house , The one you wanted to see so badly "I saw sadness in his deep green eyes when he sits on his bed where he used to love with Princess Snow Flower. I stay silent because there is nothing i can do to ease his pain." I want to ask you something! " He stopped for few seconds and speak again " It is something i only want fr