The trek across the mountains into the green fields of what looked to be endless possibilities of the Kingdom was something I had longed to see and be in. The sweetness of the forest trees, the flutter of the grass in the breeze as if it was waving a sweet greeting to us was perfect. I did not know how much I had missed the Kingdom I had called my home for so long until it was standing before me.
We made our way into the castle, everyone clamoring to greet the Princess whom they had not seen in so many years. While she was contending with that I took the liberty to stretch my legs and say hello to some old friends I had not seen in many years. The area inside the castle was a total frenzy of activity as all of the servants, palace guards, and even a few farmers and peasants making deliveries of goods and services were anxious to see the Princess.
It felt good to be back. But nothing could have prepared me for the moment that the sweet Tarin made her presence known as she walked alongside her father and mother to greet her sister after all this time when we finally made our way to the King and Queen’s throne for the ball.
Tarin looked like her sister only more beautiful and angelic. I had never felt this way about another human being before. And now that we were here at the banquet ball that had been set up for the return of Princess Reah I did not even know how to respond to this beauty.
It had been a very eventful afternoon as I retired to my old chambers and got myself washed and ready for the banquet. I then returned to escort Princess Reah to the ball. As we entered the golden ballroom with the throne at the head of the room everyone turned to stare at us.
I supposed I should have been nervous to see this, but I was not. Nervousness is not something I am accustomed to but I understand that humans feel it naturally. I was the essence of calm and cool until I saw the amazing Tarin. I did not even know how to respond when she addressed me. I couldn’t believe that she even remembered me.
"How are you, Cahn? It is so great to see you again, after all this time," Tarin said.
Her voice was now the sweet voice of a woman, but not just any woman. It was the voice of a woman who knew it would one day be queen. The confidence and the compassion of a strong woman were lying in that voice.
“It’s an honor to see you again Princess,” I said. I then did something that I had never done before, but it felt right. I bent forward and kissed her hand.
Something magical happened in that moment. I felt it and as I gazed up into her eyes I knew that she felt it too. There was some sort of a spark that I did not understand, but I knew it was real. I felt almost as if I was coming under some sort of spell with this woman. What was happening to me? She was perfect in every way and I felt myself wanting to do nothing more in this world than be with her every second of the day. I wanted her to know me in every possible way and I wanted to know her as well.
I was so wrapped up in Tarin that I barely registered the odd look that Reah gave me just then. I did not care. I could not be with her; she was my charge, but Tarin so far was not. That was the rationalization that I came to at the time. It was almost as if my mind had been hijacked by some kind of crazy drug that I was unfamiliar with. I did not even drink wine, but I understood the vague notion of intoxication and I felt that this was by far the closest I’d ever been to it.
The evening went on beautifully. I impressed everyone with the vast amount of roasted pig and potatoes that I consumed, but I was starving. The food on our journey had not been even close to this great and I consumed my weight in it.
But towards the end of dinner it was time for dancing. I did not hesitate as I asked Princess Tarin if she would accompany me on the dance floor. She seemed surprised, but she completely agreed and moments later we were dancing to the music.
She was an elegant dancer and as we moved closely on the dance floor I began to feel stronger and stronger feelings of desire for her. I did not understand what was happening to me, but it was almost as if the human body that I’d been forced to wear for so long had suddenly woke up and began to guide me. I was almost possessed by lust and desire for this amazing woman.
I became lost inside those blue eyes of hers and that amazing smile that I could not stop smiling back at. Her face held an aura of warmth and sweetness that I had never known in my life. Perhaps I was most attracted to that, but I could not help noticing her physical beauty and the round, soft breasts that were threatening to peek up out of her dress at me.
“You are an amazing dancer Cahn,” she said as I twirled her around and pulled her close to me. I was completely oblivious to the fact that others were staring at us. I was happy to let them. I was just too engrossed in the amazement of these new emotions that I did not allow myself to pay attention.
But as we finished our dance I saw the glaring eyes of Reah. I wasn’t sure if I was starting something here, but it certainly seemed that Reah was experiencing something humans called jealousy. It was almost amusing. Instead of the entire evening being about her I had accidentally made it about me and Tarin.
In the weeks to come Tarin and I became so close. I found myself thinking about her night and day and missing her when she was not with me. I even had dreams about her. Most of the time I forgot that I was not human.
The King had not decided if we were going back out to the villages again anytime soon. He felt that we had done as much work in that area as was necessary and to continue would be redundant, especially at this time when many people were starting to question things.
I was happy for the chance to just provide guard duty in the palace and spend my evenings romancing Tarin. She arranged private concerts with the Kingdom's best musicians, we went to plays that were held in the court square, we had catered dinners in her chambers, and we spent a lot of time just taking peaceful walks enjoying the countryside.
“What do you think?” Tarin asked me after one of our private picnics. It was a beautiful evening, a layer of warmth was in the air, and the moon was closer and fuller than I’d ever seen it. The moon seemed to be so close that it almost had a face and the light lit up the land almost as if it was dusk. It was the perfect romantic setting.
I leaned back pondering Tarin’s question. We had just finished a picnic I’d put together and were now sipping on a few glasses of wine. This was the best wine available, much better than the sour grape juice I had grown accustomed to on the journey.
“What do I think about what?” I asked.
“I was curious what you think about us,” she replied.
I was not sure what she was getting at, but I used it to my advantage to play.
“I think you are the most amazing creature that has ever been created,” I replied with a smile.
She blushed and slapped me on the leg. “No, I mean do you think what we have is right?”
I looked at her and for a second I understood what she was saying. I finished the glass of wine, leaned forward, and brushed back a few strands of her beautiful, golden, silky hair.
“I never knew that happiness like this could exist for me until I saw you at the banquet. This sweet little girl I knew was now a grown woman who possessed the rarest beauty. You have captivated me ever since and every single second that I spend with you is more magical than the last. I’ve never really believed much in the supernatural or that there is a higher force, but I know now that something cosmic brought us together.”
I was not sure where the words came from but as I said each word I knew that it was how I really felt and that every single thing I said was absolute truth. I was falling in love with this woman. I could not possibly ever dream of her being out of my life and I dreaded the day that the King might order me to go on another journey.
I wanted to marry Tarin. The idea seemed absurd, especially for someone in my position both as a nonhuman and as a soldier. Soldiers did not marry Princesses, not even if they were generals. Princesses married Princes. In fact, there was talk of her hand being promised to Prince Neal of Newbury, but I would burn at the stake before I let that happen
. I knew it right then. Tarin and I were meant to be together.
Tarin smiled yet as tears came to her eyes and she leaned in close to me to lay her sweet head on my shoulder. She felt so soft, so innocent to the touch. Her warmth and her passion for me were irresistible.
I reached down, gently tilting her chin and brought her lips to mine. They were soft, warm, and slightly moist. The instant they touched my lips I felt a charge of passion soar through me that I did not know was possible. I don't think I have ever needed anything more urgently than I did at that precise moment.
As her mouth opened, engulfing me in her sweet, passionate kiss her hot breath entered my body mingling with my own aching gasp. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder trying to taste every single lingering layer of lust inside of her.
I felt my manhood engorge and become hard in my pants. I was aching to be set free. I needed to be inside of her right then. I could not wait another second, but instinctively I knew that the passion was building and that the best part was the anticipation of being together, so I denied myself momentarily.
I grabbed Tarin’s hips and pulled her groin close to mine. She moaned softly as she felt my hard girth aching for her touch through my clothes. I could feel her moistness growing, I could smell it. The essence of her scent filled me with animal lust.
I could contain myself no more. I swiftly pulled her dress over her head revealing her beautiful, sensuous, curvy body. Her large, soft breasts were round and milky white adorned with hard, tight nipples that beckoned to enter my mouth.
I leaned her back against the soft grass and removed the rest of my clothing quickly. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the enormity of my thickness.
She quickly reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her small soft hand barely fitting around it. Her touch was exciting in a way I had never felt before. Tingles of desire and need vibrated throughout my entire package. Tarin slowly moved her hand up and down on me, pausing occasionally to squeeze with just the right amount of pressure and continuing to move up as if trying to squeeze something out of me. Her other hand did not remain idle; it quickly went to work on my fleshy grapes encased in my tight sack. She handled them slightly too rough but the pain added to the overall sensation and I wished that she would continue, despite the pain.
Her fingers were now squeezing harder around me and moving faster up and down, slipping over the large head of my manhood and then applying separate pressure to the tip as her hand flipped over to rub the top.
I wasn’t sure how long I could go on like this without spilling my seed all over her, but I was determined to prolong the sweet agony of it all for as long as I possibly could. The sensations were more intense than I ever could have dreamed, stretching pleasure from the tip of my member, down the large, thick shaft, and even the inner shaft below until I could feel my prostate gland twinge with excitement, preparing, feeding the passion of it all.
Her smile widened just then as she could feel my body responding in her hand, my tool growing bigger, expanding, the smooth flesh growing tighter.
I stroked her sweet hair with my hand, the soft strands of her beauty so silky and loving in my hand. I felt it was time to take this to the next step. I moved forward ever so slightly. Her beautiful face was so close to me now, I could feel her hot breath waiting with anticipation, escaping to blanket my shaft in warmth. Her tongue glided along her lips seductively, as if warming up her instrument of oral pleasure.
“Oh, please…” I found myself begging her for that elusive gift of her mouth. She smiled wider still, enjoying the tease that she was forcing upon me. I wanted to explode right then, I could feel myself getting full of my hot seed. It wanted to release so badly right then, but I had to hold it back. I took several deep breaths and calmed it down somewhat.
“How badly do you want it?” Tarin asked me just then.
“I want to show you,” I replied.
“Answer.”
I answered by placing myself on her lips and moving back and forth ever so slowly. I thought she might pull back to continue her tease, but it looked like she wanted it just as bad I did.
She kissed the tip softly. Once, twice, then the third time she opened her mouth ever so slightly to allow the very tip of my instrument into her mouth, but it was brief. The hot, moist mouth, and then the cool night air teasing me. My stiff rod became engorged with passion right then. I had to have her on me right now. A wave of dizziness echoed through my mind.
Finally, Tarin opened her mouth wider, encasing the head in her mouth and sucking ever so slightly. The sensation was perfect.
I could not stop the groan from exiting my mouth.
She pulled back right then and continued to move her hand up and down on me, squeezing harder to pull the sweet nectar out of my pouch through the long shaft she continued to toy with.
Tarin put me back into her mouth again, this time she did not stop at the tip. She continued to move downward, inching slowly, prolonging the sensation. As each inch of my girth became wrapped in the wet pool of her mouth until she had encompassed the whole of my intimate weapon into her.
I felt my eyes rolling back in my head and I thought I might actually pass out from the sweetness. I grabbed her head gently to steady myself and she moved down farther still as if encouraging me to feed her.
I picked up the signal and began to rock my hips back and forth into her sweet mouth. She tightened the seal, adding the slightest bit of teeth to the already tight suction, but not enough to hurt. Just enough to create the tightness that I craved.
Tarin moaned slightly as I continued to move in and out of her mouth. I could not understand why I was finally able to achieve this pleasure and experience the most basic of all human joy. I knew that I could become addicted to this very act. I had never felt a moment where I was so overwhelmed with total jubilation and excitement.
I pulled myself out of Tarin’s mouth just then, overcome with the urge to taste her the way she had just tasted me. I guided her to lay down on. As I knelt down in front of her I saw the most amazing looking sweetness gazing back at me, glistening with moisture. The sweet scent was delicious.
I placed my face on her and inhaled deeply, savoring every single lingering scent of her smooth juices. It was like being in the most soothing, calming place I’d ever been in. I wanted to taste her so badly, but first I could not stop inhaling the scent, gulping into my body and feeling it swirling around sending all of my senses over the edge. I was caught in the grip of pure lust and I did not ever want it to end.
I placed my hands on her hips and began licked her wet slit from bottom to top, opening her slightly and catching an even stronger whiff of her pink dish. The taste was almost electrifying. I could feel my flesh prong getting harder still. It was aching, the skin stretched so tightly around the engorgement.
I opened her again and licked the sweet juices that tried to spill out. I wanted to inhale every drop. The taste was like nothing I ever could have known.
I instinctively raised my tongue to the top to access her magic button, flicking my tongue over it. I had stumbled across this act in a book once describing in vivid detail how to orally pleasure a woman. But the book had not done justice to how pleasurable it would be for me.
Her small bundle of sensation stood up as I attacked it with my mouth. I teased it sensuously sucking and licking right on the perfect spot for a few seconds before moving just to the side of it and occasionally shoving my tongue as deeply into her wet, waiting pool as I could.
I added my fingers to the act just then, taking it all to the next level. Tarin’s body began to move as she used my fingers, bucking her hips up and down to facilitate the act of sex.
“Oh, God!” Tarin screamed, her voice rose to a fever pitch until it was almost a squeal.
At that moment I felt a flood of her honey flowing out of her magnificent crevice and into my waiting mouth. It took me by surprise and I felt myself choking on the overflowing dam. She grabbed my
head and pushed my face harder into her. I was not about to stop but she was making sure of that. This act of aggression turned me on even more and I shoved my tongue as far up inside of her as I could, barely making way for my fingers.
Tarin’s pulled me away as she finished her climax and brought my face close to her, pressing her soft mouth on mine, sucking my tongue out of my mouth and massaging it with her own.
She suddenly wrapped her legs around me and lowered herself onto my stiff rod.
I entered her wet, smooth mound slowly allowing myself to inch into her tight vessel. Her core was so tight; I did not want to hurt my sweet angel by moving too quickly inside of her.
She realized this immediately and I could hear her silently thanking me for looking out for her needs. I knew I wanted to spend my life taking care of every need she would ever have.
I softly wrapped her head in my large hands and pulled back from the kiss momentarily. Then I kissed her again as I started to gain my rhythm inside of her.
Tarin gasped beneath me, her eyes growing wide with both pleasure and surprise. I felt my whole body tingling underneath a raging fire that was trying to get out of me. As I begin to move in and out of her sweet body, absorbing her lustful mouth with my own the entire world started to spin around us as if we were being transported away to our own world.
I pulled back suddenly and grabbed Tarin’s leg. Before she knew what was happening she was facing away from me and I was attacking her pleasure center from behind, driving deeper and deeper than before. The different angle felt even better, which I wasn’t sure was even possible.
I loved the way my sack was slapping hard against her ass as I pounded her hard from behind. With one hand I grabbed her hair and pulled firmly, bringing her head backward a bit to enforce the domination. She responded beautifully.
“Oh yes!” Tarin screamed. She started to buck her hips back to me harder and harder. I stopped moving just to allow her to move back on me while I remained perfectly still. Her wet glove slid over me, going all the way to the root and releasing with a sweet suction. I knew that if this kept up I would be releasing deeply inside of her very soon, but I wasn’t quite ready to end it yet. I loved the build-up. I could feel it growing inside of me.
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