Without meaning to, I drift down toward her wet heat, entranced by her alluring scent. I settle between her legs and swipe at her swollen flesh.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
This is heaven.
Alienor yowls, her legs clamping around my head. I grasp her thighs, hold her open, and run my tongue up and down her sensitive nub.
“You taste divine,” I murmur into her folds.
She cries out, her fingers threading through my hair.
“You make such pretty noises for me. And your cunt is even more beautiful up close.”
“Oh fuck!”
My tongue travels from her peak, down to her slick opening, making her whimper for more. I could pleasure her all day and all night, and it still would never be enough.
She moans, grips my hair, and grinds her sex on my face, coating me with her juices. All notions of royal etiquette or fine dining vanish into the ether, along with my restraint.
Hungering for Alienor, I feast on her flesh like she’s the first meal I’ve had in nearly a millennium. I lose myself in Alienor’s flavor, her textures, her desperate cries.
“Just like that,” she groans.
Her grip tightens on my hair, making me raise my head. My gaze flicks up to find her thrashing her head from side to side and rolling her nipples between her fingers.
Even more sensation than before rushes to my cock. The sight of her makes me want to cum. Snatching my gaze away, I blow a thin stream of air on her swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oh, shit. That feels so fucking good,” she moans.
“Such filthy words,” I say with a deep chuckle. “You’re talking like a common slut.”
Alienor groans, seeming to enjoy the degradation. I make a note to try it again at some point to see if this is a pattern.
“I’m so close,” she says from between clenched teeth. “Just a little more, and I’ll cum.”
My balls tighten, my arousal surges, and I reach down to grab the base of my cock before I spurt. Climaxing is painless for me now. After I’ve given Alienor at least two orgasms, then I will cum inside her—never across her sheets.
I retract the claws of my free hand, leaving my fingernails blunt, and circle her wet opening with one digit.
“Would you like this, Alienor?” I murmur. “Would you like the feel of a king’s fingers inside your cunt?”
Her cry of approval makes my balls tighten.
I ease a finger inside her opening, and her muscles suck me in. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
Alienor bucks her hips and moans. Her walls clamp around my digit, trying to keep me in place, but I twist my hand and rub a spot inside her that makes her legs flop open.
After that, I time the thrusts of my fingers to the flick of my tongue. She whimpers, her thighs trembling around my head. I know she can take more.
She has to because this finger is nothing compared to the length and girth of my cock.
“You’re taking one finger so well, but can you handle another?”
“More,” she cries.
When I give her two fingers, she tightens around them and relaxes. I bring my mouth back to her nub and lavish it with long, languid licks.
“I want you to cum for me with my fingers inside your cunt,”