Free Pregnant! By the Prince by Eliza DeGaulle

juices. I moaned - loudly. I had no idea how thin the palace's walls were, and honestly, I didn't care.
    The tsunami pounded over me again and again, leaving me breathless. He let it roam my body, not stopping in his worship until my voice gave out from singing his praises.
    When he finally did, standing tall above me with a mischievous smirk on his face, I was helpless before him. "Wha - what happened to wanting to come with me?"
    "I want you to be relaxed in the way only an orgasm can bring."
    I pitifully raised an eyebrow.
    "Last time we enjoyed one another's flesh, I told you I believed you to be a dirty girl underneath. There are many things I wish to show you, Beatrice."
    He undid his belt, pushing his pants and boxer-briefs down, showing me his throbbing member, hungry for my flesh.
    I gulped. "What things?"
    "You are giving me an heir, so we don't have to worry about sticking to traditional manners. I have ideas that are currently illegal by Dolotovyan law."
    Mischief guided the formation of my smile. "I'm intrigued."
    He walked over to one of the ornate end tables, and opened the drawer. "Nadya would kill me for having this." It was a blue tube. My eyebrow never dropped as he squirted some on his fingers.
    I ached so much and will still very much helpless, so I couldn't stop him from being the deviant he yearned to be with me.
    Not that I would want to stop him.
    He brought his fingers down to somewhere I didn't expect.
    My asshole. The oil was touching me was a sudden coolness. It warmed up to my flesh quickly.
    It was a curious feeling as he pushed his strong fingers inside my tight, inexperienced hole.
    "I figure," he said. "I took your virginity the first time time we were together. How about we take another to make this truly a night to remember?"
    Strangeness was fingers back there. I had never even as much experimented touching myself back there. I only heard about how much guys loved it, and it could hurt like hell if you couldn't trust your partner.
    My anxiety rested as I realized I could trust Leon.
    One finger, than two. It spread my flesh apart and more and more steady I began to see why some girls liked this. It was an odd sort of pleasure - but still a pleasure.
    Just as easily though, I understood how this could turn nasty - and thanked that my experience was going to be with Leon.
    I gasped lightly, and felt myself involuntarily clench.
    Leon took one of my hands, and coated it with the lube. He guided it to his cock, hot and hard. I took the initiative to coat him, and coat him well. "Biggest mistake people make when approaching anal sex is not slathering lube everywhere," he said, smiling.
    I laughed, realizing the oils on me felt good in their own right.
    "Are you ready for me, Beatrice?"
    "Yes."
    "Good."
    His big hands covered my own, and brought his naked body closer to. I was still face up to him, which I found odd. Every depiction of anal sex I had illegally watched before I was eighteen had the girl on all fours.
    Leon wanted to keep us face to face - to enjoy the beauty that the other held.
    The heat of his cock pulsed against my asshole, the oil sliding upon themselves. Holding me tight, he steadily brought his cock inside me.
    It was rough at first, feeling my body being speared apart by his mighty girth. He pushed in at a quick enough rate to help me get used to the pulsing power that was inside of me. As he drove himself to the hilt - he waited, letting my body adjust to the invasion.
    Using our face to face style, he leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. He watched my face for any sign of pain as he pulled himself out of my ass and slowly went back in. The rhythm grew steadily.
    It was shaking something inside me again. Nerves down there that I didn't even know I had were being woken up, being pushed on. The oddest thing, of course, is I was quickly learning to like what was happening. It was weird, yet wonderful.
    Holding my legs up, the pace increased - and my enjoyment only