Fiona woke up slowly drifting up from a deep sleep that seemed reluctant to let her go. She opened her eyes and gasped, she was in a strange bed. Her heart started to pound, why was it that she couldn't remember anything? In vain she tried to, but a blank wall met her frantic searching.
She sat up dimly aware of the exquisite decoration, the room was lavish yet at the same time painfully simple. Getting out of bed was harder than she thought, for her four poster was three feet above the air with no obvious way of getting down. Even more frightened, she leapt, landing gracefully on the floor her golden mane floating out behind her, framing her shimmering form to perfection.
Lyon sighed, his obsession with this peasant girl was worrying. Betrothed to King Alia's daughter, refrained him from making any moves on Fiona but only that. His eyes caressed her back trailing from her smooth golden shoulders down to her beautifully rounded ass. He groaned, painfully aware of his desire for her. Turning swiftly he whisked down the secret passage to his own bedchamber.
She could have sworn somebody was in the room with her, a heated gaze traveled down her form. A strange tingling spread through her lighting a fire in her body. What was wrong with her? She turned to confront the intruder only to find a full-length picture of some knight staring at her. Bemused she rushed to the door, only to come to an abrupt standstill when she saw her figure in a mirror. Her body was clad in a floating wisp of a gown, the color of autumn leaves. Her breasts high and firm stood proudly on her chest leading down to a tiny waist and rounded hips. The apex between her thighs was tantalizingly hidden by a little golden thong.
Fiona couldn't believe the sluttish way in which she was dressed! Through her shock however she felt a tingling desire . Thinking of her previous feeling she felt her nipples harden and her cunt clench painfully. A moan escaped her parted lips. A rush of desire made her slick as her juices flowed down her thighs, slowly she licked her finger and rubbed it round her nipple while her other hand crept steadily to her core. Her fingers slipped into the thong and she rubbed her pleasure spot, she cried out as her knees buckled but she couldn't stop. She plunged a finger into her tunnel experiencing feelings she had never felt before. As if guided her other hand mauled her breast savagely sending hot arrows of pleasure to her spasming slit.
He had left her in body but not in mind. Leon twisted and turned on his bed as he was tortured by thoughts of passionate lovemaking. His massive hardness yearned to plunge into her silky depths. His mind tormented him with the image of her moaning under him, as he slowly circled her nipple with his finger drawing out her passion. He would trail his hand over her silky skin, slip it into that scrap of silk and rub her before plundering her depths with his fingers. A cry startled him out of his fantasy, it was her, he would recognize her voice anywhere. His heart clenched, fear settled in his gut as he rushed to her forgetting everything in his haste. Just before he opened the secret door, he saw her and froze. She wasn't, she couldn't, she was. She was a picture of desire, her elegant fingers plundering the depths he longed to plunder, with his fingers, his tongue, his⦠His eyes devoured her tits and his mouth watered, he watched as her face grimaced in pleasure.