Princess master 4, p.12
Princess Master 4, page 12
“We do that, too!” Jessamine told her with a big smile on her face. “See, we have so much in common!”
“Of course, we do,” Rachel responded, but her smile was more closed-off again. “So, we have to figure out where you’re going to sleep tonight. I only have one bed, of course, but we could move this table out of the way, a couple of you could sleep on the couches, and the rest could sleep on the floor with my extra bedding.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I assured her, but I had to ask a question, because I didn’t want a crazy woman to murder us in our sleep. “Although, Rachel, I just need to know one thing. Who-- or what-- is Pablo?”
“Oh!” Rachel squeaked, and she looked down at her shoulder again. “You don’t see him? He’s very good at hiding, because he’s a chameleon.”
I squinted at the shoulder of her pale-purple dress, and I finally saw the outline of a lizard there. There were times in the past I might have thought a woman was a little strange for carrying around a lizard on her shoulder, but I’d already seen how attached the other princesses were to their pets.
“A chameleon, of course,” I sighed. “In any case, when it comes to the beds, we’re very adaptable. I’d be happy to sleep on the floor, of course.”
“The ground sounds fine to me, too,” Jessamine chimed in, and I could tell the dark-haired princess was a little tipsy. “In fact, we slept in a barn the other night on my carpet, and we even--”
“Jessamine, that’s enough.” Cienna poked her sister-wife in the ribs. “I’m sure Rachel doesn’t want to hear about all that.”
The freckled princess just flashed us a mysterious smile, and I wondered how much she understood about their conversation.
We took a few minutes to set up our beds for the night, and soon we’d all settled into the comfortable blankets and pillows Rachel had provided. As I laid on a thick quilt on top of the rug, I thought it was almost as comfortable as the magic carpet. Then I heard the golden-haired princess bustling around the room and tidying up from dinner, and I was impressed at the way she’d chosen to live with no servants. I finally heard Rachel get into her bed and sigh as she settled down onto the mattress. The princess had extinguished the fireplace, and the room was almost completely dark other than the moon shining off the snow outside.
I tried to sleep, but I kept tossing and turning. I had to admit I couldn’t stop thinking about Rachel sleeping in her bed just a few feet away, and I stared up at the ceiling and tried to slow my breathing to match Ariana’s, who’d fallen asleep on the couch to my left-hand side. Jessamine’s breath was slow and even on the other couch, and I assumed Cienna, who’d laid down on the floor next to me, was asleep, too.
But that was until I felt a poke in my ribs.
“Joe, what are you doing?” my blonde wife whispered.
“Just lying here,” I laughed quietly, and I turned over to face her.
“What do you think would happen if-- never mind, it’s too bad.” Cienna giggled softly.
“What’s too bad?” I asked, but I thought I knew, and a huge grin spread across my face.
“I was just thinking… I was thinking about what would happen if we fucked here, just me and you, really quietly, of course…” The blonde leaned up on her elbow, and her long hair spilled down over her shoulders, and I saw she had already started to unbutton her dress. Her perfect, full breasts glowed in the moonlight, and I gasped when I saw her engorged, raspberry-red nipples.
There was no way I was going to refuse my wife’s offer.
Chapter 8
“Here, let me help you with that,” I whispered as I reached over and ran a slow finger down Cienna’s chest. Then I cupped one of her magnificent breasts and rubbed my thumb across her erect nipple, and we both moaned simultaneously.
“Shh,” my blonde wife giggled softly. “We absolutely cannot wake Rachel, and I don’t want to wake up Jessamine or Ariana, either. I saw the way you were looking at Rachel, and I guess it made me a little jealous. I want you all to myself.”
“Oh, yeah?” I propped myself up on an elbow and smirked at her, and then I began to unbutton the front of her dress with my other hand. When I struggled a little bit with the buttons, Cienna sighed and tried to help me, but finally she just sat up and ripped the dress over her head.
“I hope you didn’t just destroy the only thing you have to wear,” I whispered, but then all I could do was stare at her for a moment because she was so incredibly beautiful. She sat up and twisted her long hair back behind her head, and I gazed at the lines of her high cheekbones and her long, curved neck.
I couldn’t help but touch her again, and I reached up and ran my hand down the side of her body. My fingers danced against her perfectly smooth skin as I stroked the side of her breast, and I slid my palm all the way down to her curvy hip. I teased her by running my finger against the warm, soft place between her legs for a moment, and then I moved my hand back upward, cupped her face, and began to kiss her.
At first, our lips met slowly and gently, but then her mouth parted, and I slipped my tongue inside. I groaned when her tongue met my own, and the appendages both slid around each other in slow circles for several long moments.
We laid there and just kissed for a few minutes, and then, as if my hand had a mind of its own, I began to grope out in the darkness to find her nipple again and squeeze it between my fingers. I ran my other hand down her taut belly until I could feel the soft patch of hair between her legs, and when I moved my fingers down even further so I could reach her pussy, I didn’t even have to feel her from the inside to realize she was already dripping wet.
My cock began to throb in agony, and I wrapped my leg around her and pushed my groin up against her warm body. I ground my hardness up against her clit for a moment before I pulled away and rolled over so I could lie on top of her.
“Gods, Joe…” Cienna whispered, and then she began fumbling with my shirt. “Take this off. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
I sat up, unbuttoned my shirt, and slid it off my arms, and then I quickly laid down again and unfastened the buttons on my pants before I kicked them down my legs and over my feet. Finally, I rolled over on top of her again and gasped at the sensation of my bare chest against her giant breasts.
I ran both hands up and down her sides again as I marveled at the softness of her skin, and then I began to kiss her once more, first on the lips, but then I began to suck on her ear and kiss her down her neck to the soft hollow at the bottom of her throat.
“Cienna, you’re so beautiful,” I whispered into the blonde’s ear, and she giggled a little bit, so I bit her harder on the neck and growled at her. “What’s so funny?”
“You tickled me,” she pouted as she reached down and poked me under my arm to get her revenge, and my body spasmed with laughter as I tried to stay completely silent.
It almost felt like Cienna and I were under a magic spell, and I didn’t want anything to ruin the time I was getting with her.
“You’re going to make me laugh,” I warned her. “And then we’re not going to get to spend this time together, and that will make me very, very sad.”
“Me, too,” the blonde breathed into my ear, and she caressed my shoulders and arms all the way down to my wrists. She ran her hands down my back, and then she grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer to her body.
I rubbed my shaft against her soft mound for a moment before I tried to slide my rock-hard cock down between her legs, but she squirmed away from me. I could barely see the smile on her face in the moonlight, but I knew she was teasing me a little bit.
“Don’t tease me,” I growled, and when I bit her on her earlobe, I could feel her entire body tense up before she relaxed again under me and began the same, slow process of caressing me up and down my body. Then I came up with an idea. “You know, if you froze time, we could be as loud as we wanted.”
“Maybe later,” Cienna mumbled as she looked down, but then she raised her eyelids and gazed at me. “Don’t you think there’s something sexy about having to be quiet? We’re always sooo loud, but tonight I want to sneak around, just with you.”
I couldn’t disagree, so I kissed the blonde down her neck again before I moved my head even lower to her chest. I reached up and pinched one nipple with one hand while I drew slow circles with my tongue around the other. I heard her moan softly, and I could tell from the way her thighs encircled my hips and pulled my cock closer and closer to her waiting tunnel how bad she wanted me inside her.
“Not yet, Cienna,” I whispered, and I pulled myself up onto my knees before I bent down and began to voraciously suck on one of her pink nipples. I could feel her writhing under me, and, once again, she tried to maneuver herself so my cock would enter her body, but I pinched her lightly on the arm and moved down so the tip of my shaft was several inches away from her dripping entrance. “I said no.”
“You’re killing me,” the blonde whimpered, and she pulled me down again for another kiss. It began slowly and gently, but soon our entire mouths were entangled in a combination of lips, tongues, and teeth. She bit me on the lip hard enough that I thought she might have drawn blood, and I pulled away again.
“I want to take care of you,” I mumbled into her ear, and then I moved my head down her body again. I flicked my tongue back and forth against the tip of one of her pink nipples as I caressed her other breast, and then I began to kiss her in a line down the center of her stomach. I ran my tongue in a slow circle around her belly button, and her body jerked up off the ground in what seemed to be an involuntary motion.
The blonde moaned loudly, and I lifted my head up to reprimand her.
“Quiet,” I hissed as she craned her head up to look at me, and I gazed directly into her sapphire eyes. “This time is special, just for you and me. I don’t want anyone to wake up and see us.”
“Okay, Joe,” Cienna sighed, and as her eyelashes fluttered, she rested her head back down onto a pillow. “I’m cold, though. Can you cover me up?”
I reached down, grabbed a pale pink comforter that had been pushed off to the side, and pulled it up over both of us.
“Now, let me get back to what I was doing,” I growled, and I ducked my head under the blanket to begin my slow descent again down her body. I started with her flat belly this time, and I ran my tongue down toward the place where her hip bones jutted out from her sides. I gently kissed her body all over the space just above her mound, and her hips bucked up off the ground again.
I couldn’t see anything from under the thick quilt, but I could smell her sweet, earthy perfume, and I wanted nothing more than to taste her. I tried to resist moving too fast, though, and I scooted myself down further so I could trace a soft line with my tongue up the inside of one slim thigh, and then the other.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I heard the blonde mumble, and she reached down with both hands and ran her fingers through my hair to push my head down where she needed it.
I felt my cock twitch in response, and I couldn’t keep myself from her pussy any longer.
I flicked my tongue gently against her clit as she squirmed her body up to meet me, and then she pulled my head down roughly so she could grind herself up against my face. I heard her moan even louder, and I pinched her, hard, on the thigh.
“Every time you make noise like that, you’re going to get into trouble,” I growled as I pulled the blanket off my head to look at her. “You don’t want to be punished, do you?”
“I might want to get in trouble,” Cienna purred, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “But, yes, sir, I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”
The contrast between Cienna’s real-life, dominant personality and her subservience when we were intimate drove me absolutely insane, and my cock gave another throb of desire.
“Thank you,” I replied in a low voice, but I knew she was going to get into much bigger trouble later on.
I put my head back down under the blanket and began to suck on her clit. She lifted her hips up into the air and squeezed her thighs around my ears, and I could feel her rapid pulse through her hot skin.
All I wanted was her juices on my face, so I briefly stopped sucking on her and lowered my head even further to the entrance of her pussy. Then I lapped up the sweet, hot liquid like it was hot chocolate, and I could feel her wetness running down my chin and coating my cheeks. The sensation in my groin was almost unbearable, and I thought I might have to reach down and touch myself, but I wanted to save absolutely everything for Cienna.
“Ohhh, Joeee,” the blonde groaned softly, and I pinched her again to be quiet.
My rough touch just made her cry out gently again, and when Ariana shifted on the couch, we both started to laugh.
Cienna’s tone grew serious, though, when she spoke next. “It’s sooo hard to be quiet, and I bet you’re sooo hard, too.”
“Of course, I am,” I growled, “but you need to let me get back to what I was doing. I need you to get off so I can fuck you as hard as I want to.”
For emphasis, I lowered my tongue to her clit again and began to slide it slowly back and forth. She remained silent this time, but I knew she liked it when she grabbed my head again and jammed her fingernails into my scalp. Then she pushed my face down onto her body and began to squirm back and forth as I moved my tongue in a circular motion.
“I… feel… so… empty…” Cienna moaned, and I slid two fingers into her hot, wet hole. “Joeee, it’s not the same as your huge cock.”
“Shut up and cum for me,” I commanded her as her walls contracted once around my fingers. “And then you can have my cock, but not a second before.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled again, and a huge shiver ran down my body at her words. “Whatever you want from me, sir.”
“I want your pussy so bad,” I whispered, and then I moved my head down to lick her again. “But I want you to be totally silent when you cum, or you’re going to be severely punished.”
I could tell she was getting closer and closer to cumming by how wet she was getting and the way her thighs were vibrating around my head. Then I felt her toes curl up against my calves, and I lowered my mouth as deeply as I could onto her body and sucked on her clit again.
After what seemed like only about thirty seconds, her pussy began to convulse violently against my fingers. She squeezed her thighs so tightly against my face I thought it was going to leave a mark, and I planned to punish her for that shortly.
“Joeeee,” I heard Cienna whine, and then she pulled her hands off my head and clamped them both over her mouth to keep herself quiet.
“That’s right,” I rumbled. “I want you to shut that mouth of yours for once, just so I know I’m in control.”
The princess was silent as her hot juices, which tasted like a combination of pine needles and honey, flowed out all over my hand and onto my face. I lapped up as much as I could, but I was sorry to say Rachel’s bedding wasn’t going to be clean anymore after this.
“Joeeee,” Cienna moaned in a voice so soft I could barely hear her. “I want you to come up here.”
“What did I tell you about being quiet?” I flicked her on the stomach, and then I crawled back up and pinned her down with my body.
“But I thought that was only when I came,” she pouted. “But maybe I want to get into trouble…”
“I bet you do, because that’s what bad girls like,” I whispered in her ear. “Because now I’m gonna fuck you, and if you make any noise, you’re going to be punished.”
“Why do you get to talk?” the blonde princess whimpered, and I pinched her nipple, hard. She writhed around on the blanket again, and I could tell how much she liked it.
“Because I’m your husband and master, and I get to do whatever the hell I want to you,” I growled, and as I leaned up on one hand, I reached the other down around her neck as if I were going to choke her.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled one last time, and I squeezed her even harder around her pale, ivory throat before I let go.
“Now, let’s see, what else should you get into trouble for?” I looked up at the ceiling as if I were deep in thought. “I remember when you were talking with that soldier the other day. You belong to me, and only me. Isn’t that right, Cienna?”
“Yessss, Joe,” my blonde wife whimpered. “I’m totally yours.”
“Ha!” I snorted. “I tricked you into talking, and now you’re going to have to be punished again. What should I do? The trouble is, you seem to like everything too much…”
Cienna just gazed up at me with sleepy bedroom eyes and a small smile, and I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I reached down between her thighs, grabbed my cock, and slid into her soaking wet tunnel. I was gentle for a short moment, but then I pushed myself in as far as I could go.
I heard the blonde gasp, and I shook my head.
I began to slide my shaft in and out of her pussy, and I tried to tease her a little by sliding myself out until just the tip of my cock was inside of her and then ramming myself all the way back in. Every time I filled her up completely, I felt her body shudder in pleasure. She put her ankles up onto my shoulders to take in even more of me, and I knew if anyone woke up at this point, there was no way we could hide what we were doing.
“You’re… so… big!” Cienna gasped, and no matter how much I got off on the compliment, I knew I was going to have to punish her now.
“Now you’re really gonna have to listen to me,” I growled as I reached down to grab both of her delicate wrists in one hand, and then I pinned them up over her head. “Who’s in charge, Cienna? Tell me now!”
The blonde just shook her head mutely and looked up at me with a smirk on her lips.
“Now you’re listening,” I grunted, but I held her wrists even tighter down against the floor. “I don’t care, though. I can tell you want to make noise, and that’s bad enough.”
I continued to slam into her over and over again, and the sensation of her gooey wetness on my shaft was overwhelming. I felt my balls tighten up into my body and my thighs clench up, and it seemed like my entire body was on fire.
