"King Maximus... Ahh... We... Haa... Should stop," Clotilde moaned at his kisses, her voice breaking into soft, desperate fragments. It was her first time ever with a man, and yet she was melting completely under the heat of his mouth, her proper knightly resolve crumbling away with every slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue.
She had not planned for this today, not even when her own king had asked her to dress more suggestively for Max to make sure he dropped his guard, and now she felt as if she were the one caged with a hungry lion, trapped by the very desire she had been sent to awaken in him.
His tongue found her large nipples, licking the hard peaks with long, wet strokes before sucking them deep into his mouth as if they might truly produce milk for him. It made Clotilde moan louder, a helpless, throaty sound that rose unbidden from her chest while her back arched sharply off the surface beneath her.
