Page 65 of Princess Broken

I let him go.

Backing away, my brothers and I exchange glances, and then quickly get out of the room. With any luck, someone else at Hell Hole knows more about this bathhouse place.

Chapter Twenty-One

Flame

I finally understand why the Master taught us to fuck like we do. Why he taught us to take holes from behind, no touching or tenderness and always using so much force and speed that the females have no chance to take any part in the action themselves.

The danger of having sex in other ways is clear to me now.

In one day, Ana has stolen my sanity.

The Master’s warnings flash back. Sex is necessary, he told us, but dangerous without the proper precautions.

Allowing a female to participate exposes you to her charms. Any interaction beyond cock in cunt makes you weak.

Never connect a soft hole and a person in your mind. If you care about the owner of the hole, she could enchant you. You will risk losing control, expose yourself to emotions and leave yourself vulnerable to attack.

And the Master was right. It’s the first time I’ve bent his rules, and I’m already done for.

But at least no one will attack me down here. Freetown is well guarded—impossible to find without a guide. And even within our small community, our quarters are impenetrable.

But even thinking the word penetrate makes my balls tighten and my cock throb even harder as I continue to taste Ana. My cock is impatient, but I want to do so many other things to her before I pound her again.

Ana’s skin is beyond sweet and soft, and the pleasure I’ve taken—licking and sucking her breasts, her lips and tongue, and now her luscious cunt—is boundless, epic.

Ana’s nectar is sweet and salty at once, and it makes me want to sample her blood. I cannot wait to drive my fangs into this woman. And it will be when, not if, because I can no longer survive without drinking from her. I’d go mad. Perhaps I already have.

Ana’s skin tastes amazing, but as I lick and touch and kiss her, what’s driving me most is her body’s reactions. As I explore her, I can sense nerves sparking under my tongue and fingers, feel muscles shuddering, and those reactions not only excite me, they bring me a strange kind of joy. Joy I don’t understand.

All I know is that I could spend the rest of my life touching and tasting Ana, giving her pleasure, without seeking any physical relief for myself.

Fuck. I have definitely fallen under her spell.

Until today, I’ve given no thought to pleasing any woman I’ve fucked. Her pleasure never occurred to me beyond how it translated into me taking my own.

As long as her cunt stayed wet enough for my thrusts, as long as she didn’t ask me to stop, why the fuck would I ever care how it felt for her? Never once did I wonder how, or even if, I could make the sex feel better for a female.

But with Ana… I now live to please her.

Pushing those thoughts to the side, I let my instincts guide me, let her reactions pilot my actions. As long as I can sense her pleasure, or until she asks me to do something different—or god forbid stop—I don’t plan to change what I’m doing. I intend to explore, to play, to try whatever my subconscious suggests.

My tongue flicks over the soft, damp flesh of her sex again, and her entire body quivers. Encouraged, I continue, licking up one side, then down the other. And then, curious, I let my tongue lap straight through the divide of her folds, grazing the entrance I earlier so viciously plowed with my cock.

She moans, and I’m rewarded as more nectar leaks out of her.

Relishing her taste, I rest my tongue over her opening, and then fold it into a point. Using my now rigid tongue, I continue to explore the area, circling her hole, probing inside, and I’m rewarded as she tightens around the top inch of my tongue.

Thrilled, I grab hold of her ass, tip her pelvis toward me and plunge my tongue deeper inside her, going as far as I can. While I’m inside, I lick her walls, trying to figure out what will gain the best reaction from her miraculous body.

Her hands are in my hair, sometimes lightly massaging my scalp, sometimes just stroking, occasionally pulling, and I love that added connection between us. I love that she’s touching me too.

Her hips buck. My tongue slips out and slides forward to the front of her sex again. Crying out, she tugs on my hair, so I repeat the action. And each time my tongue reaches the hard, silky nub near the front, her reaction increases.

So I explore that area further. Focusing in on the tiny mound I’ve found inside the soft tissue, I let my tongue play.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Flame!”

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