#tworoses fantasyrp

[oneinnocentprincess]

Eleanor found herself lost in the kiss as his hand returned, only what felt to be taunting her. She moaned and groaned into it, whenever parting breathly to catch her breath she mumbled a desperate "please" to him. Her hips reacted to his movement, trying to position herself against his hand so she would feel more.

Without question or hesitation, she allowed him to take her hand and have it go to his length. Her hand explored him, not with any sort of steady stroke but simply feeling him by brushing her hand around his length, longing for it.

"Yes," She said softly but with hunger. "I want you in my bed."

oneinnocentprincess​:

Her body did jolt slightly at the feeling of his hand going down…and more down. Such a foreign feeling to feel another go that far down her stomach and what shocked her next was her sensitivity to it. The princess gasped out loudly as he made contact with her, just the smallest of movements made that craving desire increase rapidly. It was all her mind could focus on for that brief moment, she had to let go of his length just then as her hand went to hold his side instead.

She watched as his hand pulled up from the water and took a finger into the mouth, it was a very pleasing image to see. Her mind was far too clouded with lust and desire to truly take in the thoughtful words he had given her. However, her lips parted as she bobbed her head forward to take the finger into her mouth slowly. The princess hummed softly as her tongue explored around before finally pulling away. “I need you badly.” She spoke softly to him. “I want more and more of what you just did to me.”

“I can do that.” Eduardo smiled as she had took his finger into her mouth, tasting herself, showing him how talented her tongue was. He moved that hand to cup her cheek, kissing her softly. His other hand moved back towards her pussy, threading his fingers against her pubic hair, dipping intensely against the cleft of her, grinding against her clit without touching it directly just yet.

He deepened the kiss and let go of her face to take her hand in his, guiding her to touch himself again. He was hard, not fully, not just yet, but very close…

“Should we dry off and get more comfortable on the bed?”

[merelyplxyers]

@tworoses-fantasyrp (new post to keep it in the beta editor)

She froze, hearing the obviously male voice clear his throat. Esme ducked into the water, up to her waist before covering her breasts with her arm. She turned, not wanting to keep her back to a stranger. She didn’t answer at first, clearly too startled and too conflicted as to what to answer. If she claimed to be… well any normal woman just out here for a swim, he’d see through it. She had no horse, no clothes laying at the mouth of the cave. Of course, if he saw the branding on her shoulder… he would know right away. She had plans to burn herself and mar that scarring away as best she could before the day was out… Once she had anything to do so with.

“Do you give me your word?” She asked after a moment. She doubted it was much, but either it would prove him quite honorable or prove him a liar. Unfortunately she would have to find out later on… “And a dagger, if you have one. Give me that and I may answer you.”

She was pale and underfed just enough not to make her undesirable. She had a few faintest of bruises, including easily seen ones on her neck and wrists, from irons when she was disobedient.

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He nodded to her first request, before reminding himself that she probably expected spoken words. "You have my word that I will not harm you", he reiterated, eyes wandering over her body, not because of lust, but to check her for any severe injuries. But when she requested a dagger, he shook his head. Not that he did not understand her wish for some means of defence, but he was dependent on his arms. Without them, he couldn't walk the path and earn a living and as much sympathy he felt for her, he would not endanger his own safety for a stranger. "I don't have a weapon to spare, but I can give you my word that as long as I am around, no one will lay hands on you. No matter what claim they think they have on you", he said, crouching down to get on eye level with her, no longer looming over her with his imposing figure. His words spoke of his knowledge, both of whom she was and whom she escaped. He did not give a flying fuck what that asshole believed he owned. But he wanted to make sure that she felt safe enough around him to let her guard down and allow herself some rest. "I bagged a rabbit and I still have some bread left. It's dry, but it's something", he explained, eyes focusing on her injuries before his golden gaze went back up to him. "And I have salves that'll help you heal", he said, taking off his coat to place it next to the pond.

"I'll be waiting in the front at the fire. You can come whenever you are ready"

[feralandknotted]

10) one muse uses sex to comfort the other one and coax in some vulnerability. - from @tworoses-fantasyrp, muse being Orym, an unassuming quiet sensitive halfling fighter, perhaps a guard/servant of Tranquil ?

@tworoses-fantasyrp

Tranquil adored the humanoid servants, they were all so unique beings that were all shapes and sizes. Some tall and large and others small and cute, then there were some small and strong. Orym was a halfling guard that had proved his strength on a few occasions protecting the royal fennec family. He was always so quiet and serious, the young prince wanted to help him be at ease and play with him a little.

"It's been such a long day, Orym. You work so hard to keep my home safe. Why don't you come to my room for the night?" The fox said sweetly as he nuzzled up against the guard. "I want to give you a nice treat."

[feralandknotted]

The question made the fennec's large ears flatten back and he glanced away to sip at his wine. "As prince I'm not allowed to date. Though being the youngest of my siblings I'm unlikely to become pharaoh. I'm still forced to follow tradition, stay sheltered." Tranquil explained and set his drink down and move closer.

"It gets lonely being stuck in the fancy prison that we call a palace." He said and nuzzled up against the halfling's side. "My choices for company are limited to whoever is around since I can't leave. I'd rather be known as a slut among you guards then be alone."

"Oh," Orym nodded, fully understanding what he was here for now. Of course, there were plenty of rumors about the prince. And Orym was fairly new to the scene. But it made sense, though Orym thought it was a little dangerous. He'd heard rumor of guards turning on a royal family... though he thinks there were vampires in that story as well.

Not that he ever would. He didn't mind something casual and what else was the prince to do? He couldn't fall in love with a guard or a servant.

"Do you do this a lot? With other guards, I mean. They were teasing me in the barracks. I think I understand now." Orym chuckled slightly.

[thewheelofrp]

The Alpha wolf found himself smiling at the sound of the male’s voice. It was as sweet as the scent permeating from his body. So soft. He felt the strong urge to protect and provide for this new wolf. To claim him as soon as possible. But he had to be patient. He could tell this one was still very skittish and most likely prone to running if frightened.

It alarmed him to hear that his mate had gone without food. That would never happen again. His Omega needed to be strong to help him run their pack. “Yes, I will provide you with everything you need.” The statement came off very personal but it was sincere and far more intense than either of them realize.  

Once his guest was seated in his own chair, Jax ladled out a bowl of stew that was simmering over an open fire. “Careful. If its too spicy there is water there.” he gestured to the pitcher on the table.

There was an obvious distrust, he had grown up with it weighing down his shoulders. His family where servants of the lord of the land they "owned", nothing more. The village was full of people who always had more, his family always on the back foot.

It was a feeling he was very familiar with, a feeling that he hated so much. Not knowing what other people did. He felt it now more than ever. This horrible change in him that had turned him into a monster. And now being taken from his once quiet life because of it. But he had no life there anymore, if he really thought about it.

The fact that Jax held out his hand... It struck Eduardo as romantic, if Jax meant it that was or not. It was a move he'd perfected with every courting he'd attempted. A gesture of help, even when it was barely needed, an offer of balance even if it was a small step or up from a seat. A gesture of ensuring ones safety, and an excuse for a touch. Eduardo took the larger man's hand. Jax towered over him by nearly half a foot.

"Will this explanation come with a meal? I... haven't eaten in some time."

[mysterymanjoseph]

He sees the woman enter, thinking, "Oh no, here comes trouble again." After listening to her 'proposal', he says, "Only those who were directly involved in the death of my realm's subjects will be executed, after a trail of course." He says, "What might become of you,...well, most that we have taken prisoner will serve a term of indentured servitude for five years, then be returned to their homeland." "It was decided that would be enough, 'punishment', to balance out what was done to my fellow countrymen." "We could have easily left no one alive and just left, but, my grandparents are quite merciful." "As for your offer, I have enough staff to see to any things that need to be done when I'm at the palace,...when I'm not there, usually I am someplace where it is just not suitable for a servant or valet." "The wilds of the frontier regions just don't work well with that sort of luxury." "Don't worry, there will be some sort of assignment for you,.....not a brothel or other demeaning sort of tasks."

@tworoses-fantasyrp

The captain's cabin, though larger than the others on the ship, is still a small space. At the moment, the man is studying a chart that is spread out on a small table off to one side. The space is surprisingly neat and tidy, set up in an orderly fashion, a small book shelf on the wall full of books as well as other navigational charts. This is the living space of a man of education. Hearing the knock, and the female voice, he thinks, "Oh, I should have known that this little foray was going to be more complicated than it was proposed." After letting out a sigh, he says, "Come in, the door is not locked."

@tworoses-fantasyrp

[spiderben2011]

Lilith knew the other orcs weren't pleased with this, but these bastards at least will live to fight another day. "Good, now...get out of my kingdom," she replied showing mercy to these animals, but her patience is waning.

She then turns to Lyra and begins moving her right hand along her face to stroke it. "I'm sure this feels weird and not sure what to do. Just know you're safe and you will stay with me."

Lilith snaps her fingers and soon one of her maids, a dark skinned elf woman appeared. "Please take her to get cleaned up and provide her with some new clothes."

"Yes. Of course, my mistress," the woman walks over and extends her hand to her. "I am Aranel. What is your name?"

@tworoses-fantasyrp

"Lyra. Such a beautiful name," said Lilith who knew a Lyra from her village...all those centuries ago. She then turns to the orc and motions for him to hand her the girl. "As agreed upon. She will be mine and there will be no war between us."

However, Lilith did warn them if they so much as set foot past her borders again or she finds out they tried to kidnap any girls from her homeland, then she promises she will make sure every single one of them will suffer a fate worse than death.

She snaps her fingers and one of her armored guards came over with a document and two feather pens. "You can read over the agreement before you sign it."

@tworoses-fantasyrp

[kcnkydreams]

sharp claws digging into the thick metal collar that probably weighed her down. her touch was soft against his thick black pelt. the slave was just so quick to quiver in fear. so pitiful and small that it almost felt it wasn't worth his time to own broken goods that he didn't get the opportunity to break in when she seemed far too broken to start with. "qualities that all slave should have, you seem no different than others besides your age." he snaps back. as if her pitiful choices of qualities were something for him to care about. "i don't care whether you were good with fabrics. cold eyes glaring down to her as he uses his thumb to prop and raise her chin up so he could see her neck underneath the collar. she was so desperate to leave with him, leaving her fate in all of his hands. it was so pathetic to him, like most slaves. "i could have a use for you." he says while trailing his thumb against her pretty neck, letting the sharp claw dig and scrape against her skin. "maybe i should keep you just to use you like a chew toy. really, seeing as how previous masters threw you back to the slavers, i can see you're only worth it for a night's worth of a good fucking." his smirk grows as he muses at the idea. "unless you think you think otherwise." he says while dropping her back onto her knees.

Esme gasped, scrambling to get to her feet at the collar was so uncomfortably pulled to make her stand. His hand was around her neck, but not hard enough that she couldn’t breath or respond. Her eyes were wide with fright at the motion and if others hadn’t treated her worse than this before, for the fun of it, she might have thought she was in more trouble than she realized.

“N-no, master,” She managed to answer his second question, startled too badly to answer his first. Her hands grasped at his wrist, enough to give her self the leverage to make her position less uncomfortable. He hadn’t pulled her up off the ground to his eye line. He had come down to hers.

“I wasn’t born a slave. My village was raided. I was already 20… I don’t even know how long it’s been. A decade or more?” She gave a small shrug fighting the feeling of wanting to cry. She tried not to think of her life before, not her family, not her dead husband. It hurt too much. And hoping to see people she knew, even for a second, was never the relief she had once dreamed it might be.

“I was a maid for a good while, a seamstress for a time… I’ve had other masters, yes, I’ll be honest with you. Coming back here, they– the slavers, kept me for themselves… They–” She swallowed hard, her hands moving from his wrist to cup at his hand, gently, as tears blossomed in her eyes again. “They torment me, sir… Please, don’t leave me here.”

[dreamgrlevl]

The look Katerina fixed the man with was nothing less than cold. "Not spoiled, I'm just stating the obvious," she rolled her eyes, heaving a sigh. "I'll try not to hold it against you though, I'm sure your captain is only doing what he must." The last part was mostly said to herself, her thoughts drifting back to the doctor and his family that had taken her in. She'd been living life as a humble nurse, and she'd been happy. It was nice, helping others and not having to worry about pretense and decorum at all hours of everyday. Even better, she had the choice of who she wanted to spend her time with, who she wanted to court, who she called friend and family. She hoped they were okay, but that brief thought was all she could spare for them now.

"If you must know I was a nurse helping the doctor of that smoldering heap of ashes we're currently sailing away from." Katerina answered, a small huff of wry laughter escaping her as she brushed her dark locks over her shoulder. "I know, how shocking," she replied "Not at all what you'd expect from a spoiled, self-centered girl that thinks too highly of herself, is it?" Now it was her turn to speak to him with little regard, matching his energy as she quirked a brow.

"You truly think so highly of yourself, huh? All that was for you? Spoiled and self centered, aren't you?"

Eduardo had been put in charge of watching the girl, making sure she didn't do anything stupid like jump overboard or attack any of the crew. He was irritated but it made sense, he couldn't deny it. He was the pirate ship's cook/surgeon and if she were to be of any use at all let it be with a pot or needle and thread at least.

"While you're on this ship, under Captain Feeny, you'll work for a change... Do you have any actual skills?" He didn't keep the disregard for her out of his voice, he didn't see the point. Another month and she'd be off their hands. But for now, he had to deal with her. He closed the notebook he'd been writing in, all their new food store and medical inventory from the raid was accounted for while she lamented on her new situation. The handful of pirate crew of The Calypso passed in and out with boxes of food and supplies in Eduardo's galley and cast him either sympathetic looks or congratulatory ones. Katerina was very beautiful, Eduardo could see plainly enough, but he couldn't help but envision that bored look on her face daydreaming of any intimacy with her. The savage pirate, indeed. Her father had promised them pardons and even land should they return her home safely. The Captain threatened to set anyone with the intention to harm her on fire, so Eduardo highly doubted any one person would fuck this deal for the rest of the crew.

[spiderben2011]

Aranel begins to leave to find some new clothes for the other to wear. In the meantime, the four elf women walked over to Lyra, not saying a word. They begin moving to grab some sponges and soap to wash her body.

Moving around her arms, legs, thighs, back, chest, and ass. All the while washing along her hair as well.

@tworoses-fantasyrp

"Lyra. Such a beautiful name," said Lilith who knew a Lyra from her village...all those centuries ago. She then turns to the orc and motions for him to hand her the girl. "As agreed upon. She will be mine and there will be no war between us."

However, Lilith did warn them if they so much as set foot past her borders again or she finds out they tried to kidnap any girls from her homeland, then she promises she will make sure every single one of them will suffer a fate worse than death.

She snaps her fingers and one of her armored guards came over with a document and two feather pens. "You can read over the agreement before you sign it."

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[mysterymanjoseph]

Joseph and Dagger had been wandering these lands for a couple of weeks now. Soon, it would be time to return home, and being the heir to the throne, a reality he dreads. These 'excursions' he takes, give him peace of mind to what will be the his future prison of duty and obligation of being ruler of his homeland. But, the priority now is shelter for the night, and he sees a cave in the distance. Gently pulling the reigns of his huge warhorse, he says softly, "Whoa boy, let me check that cave out, could be enough room for you to spend the night inside, if some bear or wild cat does not have it claimed as their home." He horse nickers as if to answer the man as Joseph slides down from the saddle, approaching the entrance. Looking down, he does not really see any sign of animals using the cave, but, spots what looks to be a human print going inside. He thinks, "Well, someone seems to have gone in, and not come out yet,....maybe they might share accommodations?" He slowly creeps in, keeping a hand on the grip of Dawn, the shorter, straight bladed of the two swords that rest on his hip. Eventually, he hears to his ears water splashing softly, not like a water fall. He thinks, "Well, won't know if anyone, or thing is in here unless I do something to find out." He lets out a low shout, "Hello, is someone in here?"

@tworoses-fantasyrp

Open to anyone

What: Esme is a recently escaped slave, taking refuge in a cavern

The dress she wore was in shreds, hardly enough to cover herself. Perhaps she could make some sort of wrappings to give herself a little dignity. She would have to find a town, far away from the slave auction she had so narrowly slipped away from. The slaver had decided to ‘taste’ her before she was up for the block… and he’d foolishly fallen asleep after tiring himself out.

Now, Esme washed herself of his stench, of the dirt and grime of living so poorly for so long. The water was warm, but the air was almost stifling. She knew she couldn’t hide in here for long… She would have to risk everything, possibly stealing or even selling her body to gain a little coin. She was starving… But for now she would get herself clean as she could, cover herself as well as she could before slipping out into the night…

Her pussy was sore from the slaver’s rough treatment of her. She whimpered slightly as she rubbed herself under the water, hoping to relieve some of the discomfort she still felt.

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[camilish]

Michael didn't care about all of her crying and tears, she had endured much, and it was completely understandable the feelings she had. Kera would need some time to heal, and maybe find the way back to her old self and be happy again, safe, in a place no one would hurt her again. He didn't have a plan on where to place her, nor what to do to her. He still needed to think how to explain to his father, the king, why he made the mess in the market, and that Kera wasn't his late wife. But perhaps the hardest part would be making sure his little sister wouldn't get confused and think her mother was alive all this time. He took a deep breath. He had many challenges ahead, but there was only one of him, and he'd face those challenges one at time.

He listened to her, "Kera, don't let your mind wander on that way", he told her, noticing the way she paled a bit while she talked about her brother. Michael wished she had hope that her brother would be alive too, even though there was a small chance that the worst scenary could have happened, considering that he had fought the invaders off. "A strong, loyal lad could be useful in the palace. I'll send my best people to look after your brother. Where exactly did you live, Kera?", he asked her. He needed driven, and people he knew he could trust around him"

"Kera, I'm thankful for having your loyalty, truly. I don't know what the future holds, but all I care at the moment is for your safety, and the hope that one day you'll be happy again", he said and while he was turning on the road the castle got in the view ahead them. @tworoses-fantasyrp

"No... I--I don't know..." Kera answered, feeling unhelpful. Feeling useless. She appreciated his care. She was grateful for it. Common decency was something she thought she'd never receive again only moments ago. Ever. She reached up a hand to wipe at her face, suddenly feeling embarrassed about her tears. About confessing to a sight so horrible. Making this good man worry over things he couldn't fix...

"I have a brother," She sniffled, seemingly a little more clear headed after a moment and a few slow, deep breaths. Her hair was dyed blonde now, but she was a red head and so was he. A little uncommon in her land, but nothing unnatural. "Older. Siegfried. He fought them off... I lost track of him. I don't know if..."

She trailed off, taking another slow breath in. To think of him as dead was too much... but she knew it was possible. Even likely. She didn't want to believe it.

"He's a good man. Loyal. Strong." Kera wasn't sure what Michael's role was in this kingdom but he seemed to be someone of wealth. Her family's farm was gone. Her village was gone. She had nothing. If her brother was still alive, they had nothing to go back to.

"He would be loyal to you, for saving me, sir..." She seemed more relaxed, her practical reasoning coming back to her. She had a future again, a safe one. As uncertain as it was.

"As will I."

[mysterymanjoseph]

Helping the woman stand, he says, "Just call me Joseph, that is my name." He says, "Do you wish to ride Dagger or walk, whichever is more comfortable for you of course." He thinks, "Need to find a woman healer, I doubt she would be very calm around a man, no matter how professional and careful, tending to her considering what she has gone through the past several,...possibly months?" He gestures, and the huge horse walks over, then stops, waiting for the next command to come from his master.

@tworoses-fantasyrp

He hands the cloak to the woman, then as he is helping her to sit up, says, “I think you need more assistance than you believe Miss.” Once she is sitting, he helps with putting on the boots and tying them. He says, “You are going to accept the care of a healer, and cooperate with them, one that has suffered like you have needs care from one that knows of such things.” He stands, holding his hand out, then says, “I will, try to stand first, and we shall go from there.”

@tworoses-fantasyrp

[mysterymanjoseph]

Joseph and Dagger were off wandering, again. Sometimes, well many times, he just had to get away from the palace and the petty politics that interjected themselves there. He thinks, "I do not know how Grandpa and Gramms can stand the back stabbing and intrigues that go on, I might just lose my temper, take the whole lot of them out behind the palace and separate their heads from their necks." Dagger comes to a stop, head up, ears swiveling. Joseph learned soon after he and the huge war horse became friends to trust the animals senses, if something was of interest that got his attention, it should be looked into. Joseph says, "What is it boy, you hear something?" The horse turned his head the right, ears ahead, pinpointing the direction. Joseph gives the reins a gentle shake, then says, "Okay boy, go find it." Dagger starts to walk in the direction that his ears tell him that someone is crying out, and the tone is serious.

@tworoses-fantasyrp

What: A poor young woman is tied up in the woods left to the travelers or creatures of the forest...

Setting: medieval fantasy

She woke with a gasp, blind to the world around her. The first thing she noticed was that she was naked, the night air was warm at least. The ground under her knees and arms felt damp, as if it had recently rained. She tried to remember how she came to be here but could not. She could felt the ropes binding her wrists together, and a rope tied tautly from it to a tree several feet ahead of her. She was on her knees and felt more rope on her ankles, however they were not tied together, but also tied to trees with long lengths of rope. She shivered in fear, remembering vaguely what had happened. She remembered being taken from her bed, someone near shouting in protest --her husband or lover?-- but that's all she can remember.

Her name, her place in the kingdom, her own face she cannot picture or bring to mind. But she held back tears of pity and fright, listening out to the woods. Her hair was gently curled, long, blonde and in a braid that hung over her shoulder. Under the blindfold her eyes were blue, but clouded. She looked nearly 20 and around 5'5 in height. How long has she been here? Who would do this? What would become of her? There was a tinge of green on her tongue, if anyone were to notice, that suggested she had been given a potion of some kind.

"Hello? Someone help me please!"

[feralandknotted]

The blush was quite adorable, it had the prince smiling and his big bushy tail swishing behind him. At the comment that he needn't have to do any of this he chuckled lightly. "Maybe not, but I do love to wine and dine my mates. It really sets the mood. All cozy and whatnot." Tranquil said and after handing the halfling some wine took the other for himself to drink.

"I hope you aren't too nervous, you can relax Orym. This is going to be a pleasant fun evening." The fennec said warmly and began to eat a little bit from the dinner they would be sharing. "We don't have to make small talk, we can just eat and get to know each other through touch..."

"Oh-- uh-- I could've--" Orym began watching the prince serve the wine. He felt himself blush, taking a breath and telling himself that the prince could surely do as he liked. And the royal family weren't so helpless they needed a servant to pour every glass for them. Indeed there were no servants at all at the moment.

Just himself and the prince.

Orym settled into the cushions, moving one further behind him to get more comfortable. It was a terribly intimate setting, but that was the whole point. He wasn't very good with small talk or most social interactions. It made his job easy that way. Standing and being watchful and being silent for the most part.

"This looks lovely. You didn't have to do all of this just for me..." He blushed a bit more, his pointed ears turning a slight red.

[oneinnocentprincess]

Her body did jolt slightly at the feeling of his hand going down…and more down. Such a foreign feeling to feel another go that far down her stomach and what shocked her next was her sensitivity to it. The princess gasped out loudly as he made contact with her, just the smallest of movements made that craving desire increase rapidly. It was all her mind could focus on for that brief moment, she had to let go of his length just then as her hand went to hold his side instead.

She watched as his hand pulled up from the water and took a finger into the mouth, it was a very pleasing image to see. Her mind was far too clouded with lust and desire to truly take in the thoughtful words he had given her. However, her lips parted as she bobbed her head forward to take the finger into her mouth slowly. The princess hummed softly as her tongue explored around before finally pulling away. “I need you badly.” She spoke softly to him. “I want more and more of what you just did to me.”

oneinnocentprincess​:

“So this feels good to you?” She asked making the obvious observation. She loved the small sound that came from him

“Licking?” She repeated, that sparked some curiosity as to what that sensation must be like. Already she was beginning to fantasize that, him instead licking on her breasts rather than massaging them. Oh how that feeling kept on growing within her.

The princess welcomed his closeness to her as his lips traveled along her neck. Soft moans interrupting her words from time to time. “There’s this strong feeling in my abdomen…it wants more and more of this…the more you do, the more this wants…and I swear to you, there’s this wetness I’m starting to feel—outside from the tub, of course.” She tried her best to explain to the other before emphasizing. “It just keeps getting stronger.”

Her grip slowly tightened as his hips began to move into her hand. It was quite honestly a bit odd, but as he mentioned, instinctively it all felt so right. She did not even jump at the feeling of his hands caress her lower half, she simply hummed into his mouth. Soon her hand began to counter the rocking movements of his hips, wondering if this was near the feeling she felt currently.

His hot breath at her neck peppered his kissed, throaty quiet moans as she stroked him, louder when her hand squeezed his cock. He moved to look at her as she described her feelings, her thoughts over what was happening. He tilted her chin up toward him to kiss her again and moved his other hand slowly, between her own legs, teasing a little, and allowing her the time to tell him to stop, if she wanted… But he didn’t think that would be an issue.

Eduardo’s fingers slipped against her pussy, just enough to feel the mentioned wetness there, if she allowed him, making sure the tips of his fingers were covered, that there was an obvious difference between that sweet juice and the bathwater. He raised his hand, to show her.

“This is important,” He smiled before taking a finger into his mouth, “It means how badly you want pleasure… It means your body is ready to receive what we’ve been building up to.” He held another finger close to her lips, so she could taste herself if she wanted. “Don’t ever let a man enter you when your body tells you it is not ready. You are a princess, you are better than any man.”