Fucing in the Sorcerer's Tower

The princess closed the library door behind her with a satisfying thud. The sorcerer was just where she'd pictured him -- sitting at a massive desk with a pile of books to either side. The light from the candles in their brass stands shone in his brown-black hair and glistened in his gray-green eyes as he looked up at her.

She curtsied to the sorcerer, low and deep so that he could see the spill of her breasts over the top of her intricately laced bodice.

"You were not at my birthday feast, Sir Sorcerer. I was very disappointed."

"Princess," he growled, his eyes traveling the length of her body. "So you are of age, at last."

She swallowed hard. Years ago when the sorcerer first came to her father's kingdom, she'd been only a girl. She followed the young, strong man around the castle like a puppy, trying to turn his eyes toward her. One horrid time when she was seventeen, she'd flung herself at him. He'd gently pushed her off and said, "Among my people, we do not entertain advances from children. Only a grown woman or man may offer themselves to a sorcerer."

Tonight she turned the age of majority. Within a year, her father would marry her off to some princeling in a faraway kingdom. She had to have him tonight, if she was to have him at all.

"You know why I'm here," she said breathily. "Will you make me say it?"

"Yes." The sorcerer looked down at the thick tome spread before him on the table. He ran his tattooed hands down the pages and lifted a thin, long bookmark made of red silk ribbon. He laid it across the open spine to mark his place and then stood from the desk

The princess's heart leapt into her throat as he crossed the room in three great strides. His boots thudded against the floorboards, confident and strong. With his swirling robes and expressionless face, he looked a little terrifying as he advanced toward her. The princess pressed her back up against the door as he stood before.

He reached to clasp the brass doorknob behind her.

"You have to tell me what you want," the sorcerer purred. "Say it out loud--three times. Say you want it."

She breathed in the scent of him. Sweat, coal powder, and paper. "I do."

The sorcer dipped his head toward her. From the flare in his nostrils she knew that he smelled her, too. No part of him touched her, but the princess could feel the heat from his thighs to either side of hers. She licked her lips and watched the jump of his pulse within the pale column of his neck.

"Say it again," he commanded. The locked clicked in the handle, solid and firm.

"I want it," she answered.

Her eyes dug into his every detail, starving for more of him. She did not care who in her father's court had laughed at her childish crush. She did not care that the servants would whisper when she finally left this room disheveled and destroyed. The one person who even had the right to say anything at all over her lust was her husband -- and she was not married yet.

"One more time," the sorcerer coaxed. He locked eyes with her, his lips parting. She could see the delicate shade of pink inside his mouth, the place where she longed to stick her tongue.

"I want you." The princess closed the last fraction of distance between them. She cupped his chiseled face between her hands. "And I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

He chuckled, low and fierce. Then he let her pull his head down and pressed his lips to hers, still smiling.

Her hand slid down the length of him to press between his legs. She kept her eyes a little open, wanting to see his reaction. The sorcerer's mouth opened and she greedily slid her tongue inside, touching the tip of his. Her hand tightened on the bulge she felt beneath his robes and a small, fierce sound escaped his mouth.

The princess's skin prickled as air moved across her back. His clever fingers unlaced her there, nimbly tugging apart the gown. Her breasts tumbled free of the bodice as it slid off and his hand captured one to lift upward. His mouth left hers to dip down to the puckering nipple, moistened lips gliding over the pert, expectant tip.

"Ah-!" She gasped when he took it between his teeth.

"Not a girl," he murmured around it. His mouth returned to hers and he crushed the full, hardened length of his body against her. "Only a woman could arouse me like this... I wouldn't trade it for all the Tomes of Eternity, princess."

She wriggled against the locked door, trying to fit more of herself to him. Her gown pooled around her ankles and she slid one naked leg up, swishing at his robes. Her hands wormed between the folds of it, finding the high, tight waistband of his trousers. She worked her fingers beneath it and dragged it down, exposing the full curve of a muscled buttock.

"Eager," he chuckled. "So eager. I will reward your patience, lady..."

Still mostly clothed, he lifted her free from the rest of her gown and held her beneath her naked thighs. She wound her arms around his neck as he carried her back across the room to lay her down on the silky, thick carpet before the fire.

He sat back on his knees and admired the sight of her for a moment, the bulge between his legs growing larger. He took his time unfastening each button of his layered robes and then undid the hooks that held up his trousers. Inch by inch of his scarred, battle-hardened flesh emerged, kissed with a ruddy glow of desire.

His cock bobbed free of the waistband and the princess reached for it, unable to help herself. She felt a heft like a heavy knife as she held him in her palm. He was thicker and darker than she imagined, with coarse black hair that lay straight instead of curly. She ran her nails gently through it, reaching deep between his legs to caress his balls.

The sorcerer made some small, strangled sound in his throat. He tossed aside the last of his robes and reached for her thighs with shaking hands. A thumb found its way between her legs where her own hair--silky black and curling--parted for him easily. She gasped at the coarseness of his fingers as they felt the shape of her there, the thumb pressing the shallow dip just above her tingling clit.

"You're so wet," he said, his voice heavy and thick. He spoke to her with words he never used at court--filthy, salacious promises spoken as solemnly as his spells. "I'm gonna stick my cock right here, once, twice... All night. We have time. We will have a lot of time here, in this room."

She grasped his cock and pumped it once. "Be careful, Sir Sorcerer. I said that I wanted you--not that you own me!"

The sorcerer regarded her steadily. No fierce chuckle on his sensual lips, no sparkling amusement in his glittering eyes. He took his hands from her sex and held onto his own, guiding it between her legs. He kept that serious gaze on her face the entire time he rubbed and pressed his cock into her dripping quim.

He took her in just three thrusts with the princess's legs thrown over his shoulders. The sorcerer never closed his eyes while he drove himself between the sopping folds. She could not suppress the high, desperate sound she made at each movement. A fleeting thrill went through her as she felt him spend inside her womb.

The sorcerer finished with a fierce grunt and a darkening of his face she would cherish all her life. She reached between her legs to catch the trickle as slid from her, still half-hard.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away. He stared down at her cunt and rubbed his hand over it again, smearing his cum all across her sex.

"Remember -- you said that you want it." He brushed his thumb against her clit. "I'm going to make a mess of you."

She moaned. "Please."

The sorcerer lifted her from the floor and carried her across his arms to the chair by the dest. He set her on her feet then pushed her down into the seat. He straddled her legs and reached for her shoulders, his flushed cock coming close to her face.

"Lick me clean," he said. "I want you to taste us."

The princess breathed in the scent of sex and sweat, dizzy at the prospect of taking him into her mouth. Uncertain and unpracticed, she held him around the base and contemplated the flushed red tip. Careful and wary, she put it to her mouth as she would have a flute and furled her tongue over the head of it.

"Uhn!" The hand on her shoulder tightened and the sorcerer rolled his hips, pushing himself toward her. She took her other hand to wrap around him, feeling the length shudder beneath her palm. Her tongue went on curling around the tip, slowly pulling more of the wet salted shaft into her mouth. His other hand found her hair, rough fingers threading through it. "Like that, do it like that..."

She took her mouth off him to scold him. "I am not your dog. Do not make me repeat myself. Next time I will slap you."

The cock in her hands jumped at her words. The sorcerer glared down at her, his teeth digging into the full bow of his lower lip. The princess held his stare while she slid her mouth down the length of him. His hips bucked again, sending more into her, though he could only get in as far as her two hands wrapped around him would allow.

The taste did not displease her. She felt a spasm of desire in her nether lips, leaking more of his cum onto the leather set beneath her. A princess of the kingdom sucking a sorcerer's dick on his magnificent desk full of dusty tomes. She felt a thrill of powerful defiance.

He might cum in my mouth if this keeps up...

The princess wrapped both her hands around the sorcerer's powerful legs while she sucked at his cock with avidity. She felt the tension rise in him from the slight tremble of his thighs to the tightening of his belly beneath the whorls of hair. It stymied when he yanked her hair to pull her off.

"The desk," he growled. "I want to fuck you on the desk."

She was out of the chair at his words. The sorcerer bent her forward over the marked book. The princess braced her hands to either side of the leather cover.

He smoothed his hands over her ribs to find purchase on the round of her hips. His cock brushed between her legs and she pushed back toward him. He fitted himself to the slickened defile and found his way back inside.

She bit back her gasps while he drove her with deep, steady thrusts. The book beneath her slid when he rammed up against her hard enough for her thighs to hit the desk. She braced against her forearms and pushed back again and now his hand slid beneath her to fumble between her legs.

His chest felt hot against her back. She squirmed beneath him, trying to keep her bare breasts from scraping the fragile pages. He thrusted shallow and fast, pulling back on her arms to arch her back toward him. A bead of sweat swam down between her tits, threatening to stain the centuries old ink.

"What are you thinking of?" he laughed. He reached past her to flip the book shut. "My cock is ten inches deep in your cunt and all you can think of is books...?"

He twisted one arm behind her back and forced her down across the desk. The bug dug into her tits and her face rubbed against the leather blotter. She braced her free arm against the desk to take his weight as he slammed his cock into her harder. Her feet left the ground from the force of his thrusts. His cock grazed a tickly-sweet spot within her and she yelped and gasped with every ping it sent to her throbbing clit.

She worked her free hand beneath herself. The sorcerer loosened his grip enough to allow her hand between her hips and the living edge wood of the desk. Her fingers dug among her folds until she found the bell shaped bud, hard as a diamond hidden in silk. She rubbed all around it until she found her rhythm.

The sorcerer matched the buck of her hips, timing his thrusts now to the rolls of her pleasure. He coaxed her in a lewd, controlled voice instead of commanding: "Yes, good girl. You've been so patient. You did so well... You deserve this, princess. Fuck yourself 'til you cum on my cock..."

The princess let out a scream. Her mind tipped into a place of blinding pleasure so savage, saw herself again at seventeen, staring at the sorcerer's ass at her father's war council. Seven years of hating herself for wanting this moment came pouring out in a defiant cry of pleasure and she came with her legs splayed wide and the desk holding her against his cock. Her ears rang with the rush of blood and for a moment, she could feel nothing but the heat between her legs that turned to ice as he slid from her shuddering cunt.

She must have dozed because in the next moment, she felt the wetness of herself spread. The sorcerer's fingers moved deftly from her nether folds up and back to the pert aperture. Before she understood what he intended, he pressed a fingertip into it.

"Now I'll have you three ways, princess." He kissed her back gently while his wicked fingers probed and pressed. "And it's still hours until dawn..."

The princess shoved the book from the desk to land on the floor with a loud thud. She turned onto her back and looked up at the sorcerer. Then reached between her legs to guide his fingers back to the virgin asshole he'd sought.

"Don't make me say it even once," she said.

He came again as soon as she let him inside.