Amara was surprised at the flutter of her heart seeing the way he was overjoyed with cumming deep into the southern girl's cunt. He pulled her by the neck into a deep kiss, cock still in the dazed girl's trembling cunt.
She dragged him off the girl into herself, as she fell back on the bed, their lips never leaving each other's. Even though he just came, she felt his cock in her, it was the hardest cock she has ever felt, even from a potion. Harder than the grip of her sword.
Still kissing him, she searched for the cock and directed it into her cunt. Held in, he pushed in deeper, a most delightful moan escaped her mid kiss.
She met his thrusts with all her strength. Gorged to repletion, she heaved and quivered beneath his sturdy strokes. Her breath came in sobs, her eyes closed in the fierce pleasure of an almost constant spasm of emission. That has never happened to her before, yet he continued. Her sounds of sex became silent. Gentle cries, repressed gasps, deep breaths. She adjusts the position of her body to accommodate his movements, to accept him even deeper, her inner muscles tightening rhythmically around him before releasing his cock again, then tightening again, capturing every renewed attack. His tip is really deep inside. Where it burns. And feels good. She wants him. Oh how much she wants him.
He lifted off her, flipped her over, and slammed back into her from behind and began fucking her with even more vigor. His hands held her at the back of her neck, pressing her harder into the bed as he was pounding her with reckless abandon. It felt like he could go forever, and she was in a state of constant pleasure. She didn't know her moans were loud, but she knew the pleasure she felt, and when he poured his seed into her, she never knew they could feel that good.
He was now slow riding into her, as she was struggling to get a breath in order. Her insides were so lubricated that his cock were going in and out so easily.
He pulled out and got off the bed, panting. His cock hung semi-erect, glistening with fluids under the dimness. He approached the southern girl, who had being sitting on the bed. She accepted his kiss, with one of his hands cupping and massaging her breast. She had her hand tenderly on his face, as Amara watched.
He pushed her down, clasped her by the waist and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He lifted her lower body off the bed, and Amara watched his cock become rampart and stiff. With no guide, he directed the cock into the girl's hole. Secured, he slammed in with so much power to the utmost anguish of the girl. And then began the resonating sound of hard fucking.
Amara knew why she wasn't tired, but she couldn't understand why he was not only not tired but could still get it up to that extent. Whatever was in that vial he took was amazing.
She watched him fucked her for what felt like forever, before she got up from the bed, and walked to a table, thick cum trailing down her thigh. She silently filled herself a drink from a silver pitcher. She leaned against the table, taking casual sips of her wine as she watch her husband-to-be have at it at the girl with so much hunger.
A knock came to her door. Surprised, she turn to it. She stared at the door for a moment. Not even the knights are stupid enough to come knocking at a time like this. Still naked, goblet in hand, she walked leisurely to the door.
The intrusion didn't bother her husband-to-be, he was still going at it, with the girl's loud, unrestrained bursts of sound, raw and primal, carrying through the room as Amara opened the door.
It was the king's second wife. Or first wife since her mother is dead.
Amara just stared at the beautiful woman, refusing to be the first to say anything. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wails of pleasure was loud. The queen took a quick glance past Amara into the room, then back at the naked princess.
"Your father calls for you" she said coolly.
She took one more look into the room before turning to leave.
Amara closed the door and returned to the bed. She lay down on her side, body facing them, close enough to feel the bed quake from their movements. She watched him—sweat dripping from his back, muscles tensed as he fucked the girl with practiced force. Her gaze shifted to the girl's body, her breasts bouncing violently with each thrust. With her drink in one hand, Amara casually reached out and grabbed one breast with the other. She held it and trapped the hard nipple between her two fingers. When she casually squeezed it, the girl let out a deep satisfying moan.
She looked at her curiously. She released the breast and took a casual drink from her cup.
The poor girl has climaxed so many times but the king refused to stop fucking her. When he finally came again, into her, he simply let her drop, his slick cock slipping free from her drenched hole.
Amara watched him stand there, with the sweat running down the trace of his fit body. Her heart pounded low in her chest, heavy and full. She dropped the cup on the bed; it fell over, soaking the bed. She moved towards him with intent. She knelt tall before him and he got near, accepting her person with a deep kiss. She clasped her arms around his neck tight and his hands clutched her ass, firm and possessive. Her heart was racing as their kiss deepened. She heard a distant boom, signifying the time for the families of the male to greet the new female of the family. The king had made her promise to be there, and she agreed, with all intentions to honor it, but right now all she wanted was to be here. Just here with him.