"Think of this, as the start of your education," he breathed hotly against her, his eyes twinkling with lust as he leaned forward, a wide grin spreading across his face...
"Henry!" Elena gasped as she felt his tongue trace the delicate folds of her pussy. "What do you think you're doing?" she moaned, as the bottom half of her body twisted away from the strange sensation Henry's tongue was evoking.
Henry tightened his hold on her legs, preventing her feeble and half-hearted attempts of escaping the pleasure of his tongue. He looked up at her, smiling mischievously at her flushed face and heaving chest, "just relax Elena, you will like this..." he cooed while maintaining a firm hold on her legs.
Elena stiffened as she felt Henry's fingers part her delicate folds with one hand while his other hand continued to stop Elena's attempts in covering herself from him. She gasped loudly as she felt his warm, firm tongue push between her folds, sliding into her pussy, inch by wet inch. She let out a deep breath as she felt his tongue slide back out, but gasped anew as Henry's tongue pushed back in, deeper than before.
"Henry..." Elena moaned, her hand squeezing Henry's hand that was blocking her own.
Henry didn't respond, but hastened his lingual ministrations, adding a few fluttering and curling movements with the tip of his tongue that caused Elena to squirm in his grasp.
"Henry, please..." she whimpered, her hands moving up to cover her face. Elena didn't understand how something that was so obviously morally abhorrent, could cause her to feel so... so... she wasn't sure what exactly.
Henry laughed softly, licking his lips, breathing a little heavily. His head moved to the side, his lips making contact with the soft flesh of Elena's inner thigh as his middle finger of the hand parting her pussy lips, dipped surreptitiously between them.
A moan escaped her lips, stifled only slightly by her hands covering her face. Henry continued to kiss and suck on her soft flesh of her thigh as his finger stroked Elena slowly, in and out, over and over, gradually increasing in tempo. Elena's hips jerked suddenly as Henry's thumb pressed against her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive nub in torturous circles.
Elena's hands shot out and gripped the bed sheets, her back arching away from Henry, trying to regain some semblance of control over her traitorous body. Henry wrapped his forearm over her hips and held her firmly in place as his tongue departed from the soft skin of her thigh and returned between her folds, briefly stroking her before he pressed two of his fingers into her velvety depths.
Elena hissed through her teeth, squirming fruitlessly against Henry's grip, as her pride battled more amorous stirrings. As his fingers slowly worked their way in and out of her hot, wet pussy, Henry's tongue found her clitoris and began to lick and play with the sensitive flesh. When Henry's lips closed over her sensitive nub and sucked on it, releasing a guttural growl between his teeth - Elena couldn't help herself - her body stilled and her muscles grew suddenly stiff - lifting whatever part of her not held down, off the bed.
Henry felt Elena stiffen beneath his grip and curled his fingers within her, hastening his dexterous activity until he felt her hand on his head, knocking the heavy crown off his head, twisting and pulling his hair, trying to pull him harder against her.
Elena suddenly clamped her thighs shut, trapping Henry's head between them as an intense sensation coursed through her body. Spurred on by her reaction, Henry continued to tease and suck Elena's pussy with fervour. Elena tossed back her head, her lips parting in a silent scream as her body was wracked with overwhelming sensations.
Finally, Henry felt Elena's thighs lose their tension, allowing him to move his head and look up at her. Elena lay with one trembling hand covering her eyes, her other hand over her heart, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Henry's fingers slid glistening from between her folds as he leaned back on his heels, observing her in all her glory, spread before him, his beautiful queen.
Henry maneuvered himself so that he was lying down next to Elena. He was behaving contrary to all his instincts - they were screaming at him to take her, thrust into her warmth right then, right there. He closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep calming breath. When he opened his eyes Elena hadn't moved, her eyes still covered.
"Elena," Henry murmured as his fingers trailed along her arm. "Tell me Princess, did you like that?"
Elena shook her head from side to side, only to be met with Henry's bark of a laugh.
"Ha! I felt you Elena - every moan, every twist and turn as you squirmed beneath my fingers... such telltale signs, my blushing bride," he said, gently pulling the crown off her head and setting it aside.
"I did not," answered Elena, all too aware of how petulant she sounded. Her haughtiness that had been suppressed due to her naked vulnerability, somehow was rearing its ugly head once more. She just found it impossible to admit that something that to her seemed lewd and taboo, could deep down, feel so wonderful.
"We have a saying here in Kravaolia, perhaps you've heard of it? 'If at first you don't succeed - try harder'", he said with a smile as his hand slid from between her legs.
Elena gasped, the hand covering her eyes flew to Henry's wrist, trying to stop him. "Henry, no! I can't - you can't - I'm too sore from before," she gasped as his fingers tickled her feminine folds once more, causing a whimper to escape her lips...
"Sensitive, not sore," Henry corrected her. "And that just makes this easier," he said with a grin, as he slipped two fingers inside. Elena's nails dug into his wrist.
"Henry," Elena began, before her breath caught in her chest and she spoke no more. She felt Henry curl his fingers inside her, stroking her from within. Her head fell back and she shut her eyes, her thighs clamping tightly over Henry's hand.
"Now, tell me again that you don't like this," Henry whispered hotly against her ear.
Elena didn't answer; she just bit her lip and furrowed her brow, trying to control herself.
"Or this," he continued, his thumb pressing against her clit, causing a strangled moan to escape her lips.
Henry added a slight twisting movement with his wrist- which caused Elena gasp, but what really drew out a response from her was Henry's tongue, tracing the hard, erect outline of her nipples. Elena was starting to move in tune with Henry's fingers, actually thrusting herself against them. However as soon as he started, he stopped - his hand and his tongue.
Elena whimpered, attempting to grind against Henry's still fingers.
"No Elena," Henry said. Elena opened her eyes and looked at Henry's blazing eyes in confusion.
