Barely even paying attention to him in turn as that lustful fantasy ran wild behind her eyes, she so much as resisted the cloth pulled out of her mouth, gritting mouth as he removes the band from her head. Tugging and taking the gag from her lips, she’s left to breathe and sputter the taste off her tongue.
“Haagh, finally… let me out, Mikhael, please?” She whines, squirming and lapping her tongue to clean it of the starch cloth. Chuckling softly and ruffling her hair, the Huntsman barely gives her a reply, and rather works at pulling the heavy robe away from her head and shoulders, admiring the sensual nudity of his prize with equally hungry eyes.
“Well look at you.” He murmurs in a deep, loving tone that vibrates straight into her core as she swallows and writhes under his powerful stare, feeling all the more small and vulnerable without her cloak around her. Free of the gag, she yet finds it hard to speak under his presence, hogtied and bared to him as she is.
“Oh aye, quite a prize catch tonight. Let's get you in front of the fire.” Mikhael says, easily hoisting her up from the binding between her wrists and ankles to carry through the room, gently placing her down on the big bear rug so her hands, feet and rear face the warming flames.
Lying next to her, his lips finally meet hers in a tender, teasing embrace, leaving her to try and chase the kiss for more, sticking her tongue out and whining softly as her wiggling got her nowhere. Mikhael only smiled quietly, holding her still before leaning back in to meet her hungry lips with his own more fully, letting her tongue lunge into his mouth to meet and twist around his own in lieu of any other appendage to show her affection with until pulling away on a ragged breath.
“Mmm… and what does the Royal Huntsman do with a prize catch worthy of half the Kingdom, my Mikhael?” The woman whispered softly, her eyes full of love, affection and hunger for her Huntsman. Mikhael knew very well; her claim was no boast.
Hogtied naked before him lay Queen Olvang’s daughter and heir to the throne, Princess Katalyne Olvang.
Having the Northland’s vicious, beautiful and powerful heir bound left him with the freedom to touch and stroke her as he pleased while her backside warmed in front of the fire. Running a hand over her breasts and down the curve of her stomach to slide down into her crotch and rub slowly over the sensitive mounds.
Mikhael smiled quietly in thought to the question his lover had posed, then. There were many things he’d like to do with her. Rather than answer immediately, the Royal Huntsman leant back in on his royal prize, pressing his lips against hers to part them and be the one to do the invading this time, with his much broader tongue.
Feeling him overwhelm her with the kiss, the Princess hums a throaty moan of pleasure for him, her eyes lidding happily. The feel of his strong fingers rubbing over her wet crotch and puffed lips made her squirm and buck in the bonds. Teasing and toying with her, Mikhael gently strokes a hand through his lover's hair, brushing it back out of her eyes to cherish the silken stands that spill down the nape of her neck. Releasing the kiss, he stares down at his princess thoughtfully.
“For such a prize, your royal huntsman would take all the time his prize needed, give it all the love in the world to prepare. Such a prize would be too good to keep, though. He would have to let it go free, let it dig its claws into him and leave its mark, hoping it'll come back to him again.” He whispered, his voice low, steady and heavy with emotion. With the kiss broken, the princess was left to blush darkly at his soft words and the intensive gaze that came with them, a surprisingly timid and shy smile upon her lips as she nodded and wriggled to be free.
Mikhael agreed that it was high time to let her stretch her limbs. Deftly hugging both of his hands around her from either side, the gentle man untied his princess’ humiliating bindings, letting her legs spring free from the twisting bind and hands come up to encircle him. Stretching and moaning softly from the pleasure of finally being free, the Princess gave easily to her Royal Huntsman’s advance from there, as he pushed her gently onto her back.
The feel of his heavy weight resting gently on top of her smaller and so delicately cared for figure was an intimidating sort of pleasure, one the so properly cared for lady was never privy to enjoy, much like the humiliating and objectifying treatment he’d given her up until now. Mikhael’s rough nature was a wicked, forbidden thrill for her.
The bristly softness of the rug under her and the soothing warmth of the fire caressing her body made perfect contrasts to the feel of her man’s unyieldingly firm and broad body above her. Grazing her nails down his back with one hand, she tangles the other hand in his hair to have and hold him, squirming and hooking her legs around his waist to feel him closer to her as she smiles up at her man wantonly.
In return, letting his heavier figure press down onto and over the Princess, Mikhael nodded to brush his nose against hers, holding her gaze point for point on love, lust and hunger. His lips tugged and tempted hers again, quickly closing in on one another. The Princess melted under that kiss, suckling hungrily on Mikhael’s tongue as it invades her mouth all the more eagerly.
Katalyne suckled and slurped, caressing the tongue with her own as she squirmed and grinded against his rugged body from beneath him. Locking her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his back, the princess gasped and panted softly as the breathless kiss breaks. Where her eyes were full of lust and wanting before, they reflected the dancing flames of the fireplace that crackled and burst with untameable heat and desire, now.
“I want you inside me.” Was all she could whisper, hoarse and desperate to have him. Mikhael only chuckled softly, his hand wandering down to grab and squeeze on her breast roughly, wringing a sharp gasp of a moan from her as he nuzzled in against her cheek, his lips squeezing on her neck as his hard crotch smothered and grinded her bare sex. The near animalistic act made the Princess buck and bow her back up against him with a loud, long moan of tortured delight as his teeth nipped and sunk into her neck.
“Nghaah! Goddess damn it Mikhael, fuck me already or I’ll go mad, ooh…” The Princess whined, a tone and words that would set the kingdom alight with scandal should they ever be heard outside the most private of moments. Her sex and the front of his briefs were practically soaked with her arousal, the heady scent of desire filling the room to mingle with the natural scents of the fireplace and wilderness. Each time Mikhael grabbed, pinched and teased at the Princess’ breasts or suckled on the sweet curve of her neck, she quivered and tensed hopelessly in his grasp.
“Mmnh, want it that badly, huh? Not very ladylike at all for the kingdom’s Princess.” Mikhael whispered through sharp grunts and firm presses against her body, kissing and nuzzling in on her neck as she practically whined.
“Haah! Damn it, I don’t care. I can still have you executed, Mikhael Kinstad.” Was her response, sharp and hot with lust. It lacked any heat of a threat, and only made the both of them laugh into the next hungry kiss to smother it out.
“Well, as Her Majesty wishes.” Mikhael intoned on breaking the kiss, his tone a mix of respectful obedience and sultry passion, knowing the woman under him wanted to feel like anything but the Royal Heir right now. That meant a little untangling first, forcing the Huntsman to unbind his hands from her body and push himself up, reluctantly pulling out from her intimate grasp as she in kind fought with letting his warmth slip away.
Watching him pull away to stand, Katalyne licked her lips and spread her legs out, moving her hands to occupy and distract the lack of his presence on her. Squeezing at a breast and covering her sex, the princess rubbed and grinded her fingers down over her damp mounds enticingly. Merely seeing the rigid bulge in his briefs made her almost want to jump on him in her lust, yet she only rubbed harder and gave a needy moan as she sunk her fingers into the giving breast flesh and rubbed at her slickened mound harder and faster.
Little sparks of pleasure danced in the Princess’ stomach as she watched those briefs pushed down, slowly revealing his impressive shaft to her bright eyes. Even lai
d out on her back, Katalyne could appreciate every vein of the throbbing meat as it sprung free to bob and stand imposingly erect before her. Her breath was drawing faster as she stared at Mikhael’s hard cock, as bold and tick as every other part of him. It was exactly what she had wanted.
“Mmh, come here, Princess.” Mikhael instructed as he kicked his underwear away to stand naked over her. Reaching down, the man simply grabbed her wrist, pulling it from her breast to yank her up. Katalyne squeaked and gasped in surprise, but quickly understood as her hand was placed on the pulsing warmth of that thick shaft.
Her demure fingers only barely locked around the base of it, and as her breath caught from the sight, her head filled with the powerful scent of her man. To be this close to his rigid cock, Katalyne could almost taste his cum already. The sensation made her dizzy, but the hand on the back of her head guided her steadily towards the tip. She knew what that meant, and the only thing she wanted more was to have him between her legs, slamming into her hips with each brutal thrust.
Submitting to his will and her own rampant desire, Katalyne squeezed on the base of the thick length, looking up through her brows to meet his hungry, dominant stare with an eager and pleading glint to her own. The head split her lips open and stretched them around his girth as she wished they would her would her other drooling orifice, but the sharp taste of his precum beading and lathering over her tongue quickly silenced all qualms.
“Mmnfh…” The Princess muffled, pushing herself lower down onto the cock to enjoy the simple feeling of it gently filling her mouth, pinning her tongue down to wriggle and worship the underside of his hard cock. Her free hand never ceased in fingering her soaking mounds, adding a slick of lurid flesh smacking to the ragged slurps and gulps her mouth made to adjust and accept him into her.
Not intending to leave her to her own pace, Mikhael made use of the hand pressing down on the back of her head, guiding and holding her down on his thick rod until it poked at the back of her throat. The pressure made the normally oh-so-noble Princess wince, splutter and groan around it in her attempt to take it down before considering letting her back off.
For all Mikhael knew she couldn’t take it deeper, he held it there and nudged an inch forward to see her eyes widen from the effort and near suffocating press of it. From there, his cock was starting to constrict her breathing and overwhelm her senses entirely. His cock felt bigger and stronger than it truly was to the Princess, whose mouth and throat was full of the hot mass of flesh. Pushing her head from side to side, Mikhael finally pulled back, letting the veiny length rib across her tongue and cheeks before pushing back inward to push a cheek out with his head.
The mewling groan for breath and ridiculous look on the Princess’ face was a simple, sensual treasure Mikhael held as something for him alone, and took his time, thoroughly enjoying the humiliating nature of his playful fucking. From distending one cheek to the other, plugging her throat to hear her mewl, the princess made an enjoyable game of it.
Chuckling softly, Mikhael eventually stopped teasing her, patting and stroking his lover’s hair. Holding her steady, he instead began to move into a rhythm of pumping into her mouth, sliding his thick cock over her tongue to gently prod and fill her orifice.
Each steady, firm lunge touched and pressed at her throat threateningly, forcing that awkward spluttering groan out of her as the Princess simply stared up at her lover with the most innocent and pleading of stares her royal visage was capable of. While she wanted him to cease and take her elsewhere, it only encouraged her Huntsman to thrust harder and faster into the inviting stare that met each smooth thrust.
Feeling his powerful girth thrust and slam into her mouth over and over, spattering and smothering her tongue with precum and the wondrous taste of his body, all Katalyne could do was enjoy the overwhelming ride, slurping and drooling uncontrollably as her gaze lost focus from the heady scents and tastes overpowering her.
Practically polishing the thickest cum vein on the underside of her Huntsman’s cock, Katalyne drifted into such a state that she could almost forget about her own desire. The sensation of her breath being taken away by the act only aids in addling and dizzying her fuzzy head. The sound of her convulsing gulps and rapid strokes filling the room, but with as little warning as the erotic act began; it ended with his shaft pulled from her mouth.
The sudden absence took her tongue with it, leaving it to hang out expectantly as her gulping moans spluttered into audible, panting groans. Without so much as an instructing word, Mikhael grabbed her wrist again, leaning down to take the other arm from between her legs, lifting and guiding her around on limp, shuffling legs to position her facing away from him, poised on hands and knees in front of the warming fire.
The sudden, intruding stab to meet her stomach as soon as she had settled into the presenting posture was almost enough to wrench an orgasm from her on the spot. As was, Katalyne tensed and flinched, bowing her back down into the rug as though haven taken a lashing from a whip, and near howled in a breath-taking mixture of bliss and pangs of bittersweet pain. Her Huntsman’s cock was finally spearing the burning throb of lust between her legs.
It took no more than one hard thrust to hilt inside her, the rugged Huntsman accepting nothing less than absolute ownership and right to drive into and mate with his beloved, dragging her down into a simpler, animalistic world where he is her alpha mate, and she his prime rutting bitch.
It was in that world, free from all sense of propriety that their souls could join.
Feeling his dominance in her core as surely as her mate did, the princess lowered her front to raise her rear and push back on the thick girth of her mate’s cock, feeling the soft brush of the rug caress and tease her breasts as she lay over it.
Clenching down on the impaling shaft and grinding her hips back against it, it was all Katalyne could do to not lose herself in the wrenching burst of pleasure that swept up her. From the roughness of Mikhael’s grip on her, it wouldn’t mattered if the Princess went limp from that point on, her mate would hold her steady. Both pinned down and held up by the man’s strong arms grabbing her hips and shoulder, Katalyne wholly submitted to the power of her own lust for the man that only then began to move.
The sudden, powerful jolts from him took her breath away instantly, leaving the princess to bounce and smack off his crotch, bearing the powerful thrusts with gritted teeth and lurid, throaty moans. With the sudden nature of it all, Katalyne’s body could do little more than sway and swagger under his force, spasming and clenching firmly down around the shaft as her breasts squished and rubbed into the rug, sending soft tingles of pleasure through them.
Each and every lunge to meet her hips, rocking her body and pushing her breasts back into the soft caress of the rug her head lowered to lie on sent a lashing burst of pleasure inside her. The feel of him was bliss, and Katalyne’s eyes quickly lost focus to staring off into the near-distance of nothing in the hazy fireplace, ragged moans reverberating from her smothered chest.
Having begun with his rapid and bestial pace, Mikhael never ceased or slowed, and rather only added to the rough slaps of mating with harder, faster thrusts. His beautiful lover and royal lady’s pert rear bounced and jiggled off his crotch with each thrust, his hands pulling her whole body back down onto his ravaging cock each time.
Reaching up from Katalyne’s shoulder to grasp and yank on her hair, Mikhael leant in over her back to meet her lips with his own, groping and squeezing her breast with the other.
The near scream the Princess gave off from the treatment was muffled down to a long, throaty mewl of shocked pleasure as her lips fought and grinded against his hungrily. Her mewling groans and gasps were beginning to draw faster and quicker all the same, as much from the breathlessness of the act as the swelling of pleasure inside her, broiling and burning on the verge of exploding.
Time passed in what felt like slow motion, as if the feeling refused to tip over and instead make her body melt with the buzz of pleasur
e. All she could feel around her, everywhere at once, was her Huntsman thrusting and shaking her body with his powerful cock. She knew he would hold her safe and take her over that peak, but as the edges of her vision whited out, Katalyne felt as if floating on a prickly cloud of magic. The pistoning stabs of pleasure still didn’t stop lapping at her stomach, even as it drove her blindly over the edge.
It was then that she finally did scream, near howling in bliss and quaking from the unquenchable flood washing over her. It helped that Mikhael had shifted, pulling her up from on all fours to drop her weight onto him and give her lungs the freedom and pressure to wail out all the air in her body.
The pampered little princess near fainted from the long overdue peak of it all as her body convulsed and twitched around his impaling cock. His arms were around her, and she knew, through the hazy blur of thrumming passion, that she’d have fallen limp without him. The sound of Mikhael’s soft chuckling reverberated through her as she felt his hands tenderly stroking and holding her body steady, leaving her to ride out the pangs and jolts of it all blissfully.
“Mmn, they really do pamper you, huh.” He teased, his tone filling and vibrating off her core as he gently pulled back and out, kissing a trail from the Princess’ cheek to down her spine. The feel of his hands never left her body, stroking and holding to her tenderly as she rode out the erratic bursts and quivers of bliss.
“Haah, well of course they do.” Katalyne grumbled, half-heartedly from the hazy height of pleasure her climax wrapped in Mikhael’s arms had given her. There was movement, heaving and seeming to float. It didn’t last long before the Princess felt the assuredness of a bed under her. The feel made her squirm and snuggle into the soft mat as she lazily looked up at the man who’d carried her.
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