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“Poet,” she keened, her voice thick with the remnants of a dream.

“Morning, Princess,” I purred. “Feel like behaving yourself?”

Her answer would be no. And my reply would be slow and torturous.

Except when she attempted to respond, an illicit sound burst from her lips. It might have had something to do with my fingers tracing the lips of her pussy, which had begun to slicken with arousal. A small cry broke from her throat as I etched and swabbed her walls with lazy strokes, my digit curling back and forth.

We’d ruined each other over the course of several hours last night, yet that had only stoked my cravings. Under the quilt, my naked body spanned hers, my face hovered inches from where damp heat radiated in the delicious slit of Briar’s legs. The layers of my hair brushed her knees, which parted and granted me further access. On a hum, I hooked my palms around her calves and spread the princess, the motion inebriating my senses with the wet fragrance of her desire.

Sucking in another breath, Briar arched off the bed. Fluid soaked that dark, delicate opening, so ripe for my palate. Her spine curled higher as I ducked my lips into the tight rift of her body and gave her crease a single lick.

How I planned to suck this heiress dry and fuck her into the headboard.

Briar’s fingers combed through my hair, then gripped the blanket and whipped it aside to expose us. Like this, she gazed down with bright eyes, telling me she wanted to watch. Oh, but then I would give her a show.

My cock thickened, the head broadening against my pelvis. A bead of liquid gathered at the roof like a temptation. Making a show of it, I swiped the cum droplet from the tip of my cock and pumped that same finger between her sodden walls, dabbing the fluid inside her.

Briar whimpered, staring as I added a finger to split her open. Baring her wide, I feasted my gaze on the cinched flesh, glossy and seeping with desire. The inflated clit poked from her cunt like a tiny bud.

Growling, I swept the flat of my tongue over the slot, from her entrance to the stud of sensitive flesh. Briar whipped her head backward. She clamped a palm over her mouth, then wrestled against my fingers as I reached up to pull her hand away, to free the erratic noises she made.

My tongue leaped between her folds, tasting her pleasure, swallowing it. Briar’s hips reeled, her pussy riding my mouth as it siphoned in and out of her, the rhythm insolent and leisurely.

Still, the princess refused to release those cries. No matter, for I plied her so thoroughly she would soon have no choice but to scream past her hand, letting the whole castle know who took such excellent care of her.

Briar groaned into her palm. The muscles of her pussy clenched my lurching tongue as it fucked into her.

Flexing my tongue from her folds, I lapped up the drenched line of her body and then sealed my lips around her clit. Sucking and patting the swollen peg of skin, I bobbed my head to enhance the sensations. At the same moment Briar shrieked into her cupped hand, a fucking knock reverberated from the antechamber.

“Highness?” one of the guards stammered. “Princess?”

Briar’s eyes flew open. She opened her mouth to reply, but another whine of pleasure slipped from her throat.

So I responded for her. Between flicks against her clit, I heightened my octave to imitate hers and called out, “I’m coming!”

Briar’s scandalized expression dissolved quickly into a half-chortle, half-moan. This time when she squeezed a second hand over her mouth, it was to stifle the laughter. Slapping my shoulder, the princess scolded, “Wretched, wicked man.”

“Wild, wanton heiress,” I teased, momentarily releasing her pussy to snake up her body like a troublemaker.

Wrapping her arms around my shoulders and linking her ankles over my ass, Briar coiled herself into me. Her breasts pumped against my torso, her skin warmed, and those irises sparkled. “I shall have you punished for this.”

“In other words, my plan is working.” I relished my thorn’s happy face. “For I plan to spoil you.”

Briar’s joy melted into another decadent moan when I angled my cock against her cunt and snapped my hips gently. She chanted my name, her pussy clutching my erection as I pistoned once, twice—then I grunted in surprise as she twisted her frame. Flipping me over, Briar straddled my cock to the hilt, her hair falling like a red curtain around us.

“Then start now,” she demanded fiendishly.

I hissed as Briar swatted her hips, grinding her soaked folds on me before switching to wrap her mouth around my cock, devouring me to the base until I was the one hollering.

***

By the time we stumbled from the princess’s suite and reached the private dining room abutting the assembly hall, Aire was guarding the entrance. Accustomed to our unbridled habits, the puritanical knight usually grunted whenever it made us late. Loyal and chivalrous Aire didn’t judge a person’s appetites, but he tended to grimace like a surly prude.

However this morning, his knowing expression only reflected joy. With a sideways grin, he bowed as we approached. “Your Highness,” he greeted warmly. “Sir Jester.”

“Poet,” I corrected, grinning as the man flushed with pride.

“Aire.” Briar took both of his hands in hers, then let go and regarded the exquisitely inked raptor tattoos peeking from the rolled sleeves of Aire’s shirt, the soaring flock beginning at his forearm. “I’ve never said it before, but those are lovely.”

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