Elena's eyes were closed, but she saw in her mind's eye her home and her family. The memory was so vivid that she was able to completely disconnect from her present situation, where she lay over a Prince's lap, her lower body exposed, her hands tied behind her. Elena could smell more strongly the bark of the tree she was sitting in, than the slightly musty scent of the loveseat her face was pressed against.
The prince removed his two rings from his right hand, adding them to the ruby red ring on his left, which remained pressed against the small of her back. He gently traced his fingers from her naked thigh up to the peak of her buttocks, watching the back of her head for a reaction. When no reaction appeared he was not discouraged, but continued the wandering of his fingers of his right hand from the top of the channel between her toned cheeks, all the way down to the delta of her sex, but still, no response from the princess. Henry frowned but was not disheartened because he knew that his next effort would surely elicit a response.
Henry place his index finger at the opening of her vagina and pushed in, adding a little more pressure, inching his long lean finger half way into her.
Elena's reaction did not disappoint him. Her head snapped up so fast Henry heard a faint crack of her neck, before she whipped her head around to look at him, horror on her face.
Elena had been jerked abruptly from her daydream as she felt something rough pressing against her, pressing into her. She was horrified when she saw the grinning prince pushing something into her.
"Stop that! Get your filthy hands off of me! I order you to stop" She cried, wriggling her hips, attempting to dislodge what was within her. She cared not about his earlier remark about how he loved to feel her squirm against him, for his violation of her was a much more pressing concern of hers.
Henry chuckled, withdrawing his finger, and showing it to her "You are right to ask that Princess, as it seems that your pussy is not very welcoming at the moment" he continued, "See? My finger is all dry."
If she were any other women he intended to bed, mused Henry, he would have added lubricant of his own, but that would be a mistake in her case, he knew that she needed to be a part of her own undoing.
Elena blushed furiously at his words- and to think, he had placed his finger inside her! However, she felt some relief that he had quickly and promptly heeded her words, stopping his perverted act.
Henry laughed a little louder, noticing the blush that had swept across her face. "Oh, my sweet innocent Princess. What is it that has caused such a delicious colour to betray your emotions - my finger or my words? I know that 'pussy' is not a word that you Lorrean's use, being so proper, but that is what it is, your pussy," he said, increasing the pressure on her back as she was struggling fiercely in his lap. "Or maybe it was my finger, touching a part of you that no one has touched before - unless, you have let your own fingers explore perhaps? On a cold wet night high in your tree?" he teased, as he traced the line of her fleshier outer lips.
"I am not as depraved as you Kravaolians are" she hissed, as she tried to shift her hips to avoid his fingers grazing her sensitive skin.
"Tsk, Tsk... it is not a bad thing to pleasure oneself, it is only natural" he said, as he moved his fingers to her inner lips. "My princess, if only you could see how your pussy lips like to be stroked - that is what they are called, your pussy lips."
He purposely used language that he knew she would find offensive, to rile her up - another subtle stab at her fall from royal grace. Henry was greatly enjoying the waves of emotions clearly coursing through her mind and body.
Elena was starting to become uncomfortably aware of moisture gathering where his finger probed earlier. She knew what it meant, but she could not believe it of herself- she chided herself silently to get a grip on her emotions.
"And this" he said, in his softest voice yet "is your clit," tracing his fingers along her lips to their apex - her clitoris. He rubbed against the sides of her clit, before pressing it with an upward movement.
Elena gasped, her hips jerking slightly against his touch. Henry laughed, causing her to blush even darker if it were possible. "Your body desires this princess, even if you protest that you do not" he said, as her rubbed her clit again.
"That... is a lieeeeeeee" she moaned, his ministrations catching her mid sentence.
"Hmm, we shall see about that then, shall we?" he queried, as he pressed against her pussy with his index finger again. This time, his finger slipped right in, up to his knuckle, no resistance at all, but he felt her tense up around his finger nonetheless, her breath catching in her chest.
"You see princess?" he said, as he withdrew and placed his finger in front of her wide eyed stare, her wetness gleaming off his finger in the dying light of the fire. "You want me to touch you... your body does not lie" he said, as he brushed her lower lip with her own wetness- but his finger did not linger- his bloody lip reminding him of her penchant to bite.
