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Mercy For The Condemned (Houdini x Anjeru)

The soft touch of his hands moving over her delicate body caused a strange reaction in Audrey. Goosebumps prickled her skin and gently, she shivered, not out of disgust this time but some reason she couldn't quite place. Half wanting to lean into his touch, half wanting to shrink back from it. Men were liars, right? Just because he said it could be good, didn't mean it would be. He could just be trying to lure her into a false sense of security, so it would be easier for him to take what he wanted from her. What a lot of men wanted from her - her body. She swallowed nervously; what could it hurt? If he was lying, it would be painful like always. If he was telling the truth, it could be the opposite, pleasurable even.

"New things? No...I'm not afraid of trying new things as long as they aren't...bad." She said. And what she said was true. Often times, as a princess, she'd been scolded for letting her curiosities get the better of her. She'd gotten into trouble quite a bit, trying to learn things she shouldn't, or pick up things from servants she wasn't supposed to know. Things of that sort. As long as it didn't entail pain, she could see herself trying about anything.

She seemed a tad surprised when Thomas' lips pressed against her own. Not hard, but gently. As if to caress and not bruise and plunder. It was a strange feeling, a flutter in the pit of her stomach. "It can be...not painful?" she inquired, eyeing him carefully now.
 
Thomas watched her eyes carefully as she processed this information, obviously deciding whether to believe him or not. He could tell that things were happening to her body that she wasn't sure of. Her eyes displayed an amalgam of fear, anxiety, distrust, curiosity, and even a little bit of arousal mixed in, even if she wasn't aware of that last emotion, he could tell it was there. "Indeed," he almost whispered. "It needn't be painful at all. I swear it by... by the Queen of England," he decided with a playful laugh, brushing away some of her fiery hair playfully as if to show he didn't mean any malice by it.

Turning his look a little more serious, he stared up into her eyes and closed his mouth, licking his lips delicately. No doubt, his lust for Audrey was written all over his entire expression. Slowly, he let his hand slide up her stomach, until gradually it took a hold of one soft, creamy breast. He massaged it all around the perimeter, before working inward and feeling her soft nipple. It had softened up again now that they were on dry land, but once he teased its delicate ridges with his fingernail, it hardened back up, causing him to smile at her knowingly. So the King always hurt her when he bedded her. Thomas wondered if the King was just rough, or if Audrey was... tight? He decided that if he was to prove his point, it would be best for Audrey to stay on top.

Lifting his head, he kissed Audrey's full, pink lips again before whispering in her ear. "I promise it won't be bad," he vowed. "Now," he continued in a whisper. "I'm going to touch your... most womanly of locations," he said in order to prepare her. "Don't be alarmed,” he encouraged her, letting his hand leave her ample bosom and follow its path down along her stomach again, and over her delicate navel.
 
Thomas' small laugh made her feel like she could loosen up, even if only a little. His hand pushed strands of her hair and she almost flinched, but did not once she saw that it wasn't meant as a malicious gesture. Her green orbs stared down at him, taking note of his now serious expression. He licked his lips and she found herself watching his tongue as it slid across them.

She swallowed nervously as his hand began to trail up her abdomen and she almost pushed his hand away from her breast, but she managed to push off the urge. Her generous, silky smooth breast filled his hand nicely. She shivered and then bit her lip as he caused her nipples to become rigid with his fingernail, the tingling sensation spreading to her other breast to cause her nipple's twin to react the same way. Audrey blushed as he smiled up to her, clearly knowing what reaction he was stirring in her.

Thomas kissed her again, only briefly, before moving his lips to the shell of a small, delicate ear. His breath falling against it made her shudder, a tight feeling in her nipples. What was he doing to her? It wasn't supposed to feel like this. Men did not treat women gently, did not care if they received pleasure while they sought to fulfill their own. At least...that's what she had always thought, Thomas was quickly jumbling her conceptions of men.

His words stirred a feeling akin to panic inside her chest. Her heart fluttered, her stomach rolled, but...she did not stop his hand from progressing down her body. If there was one thing she knew, men were adament about keeping their word; most men did not like the masses calling them cowards, or even a bloody cur as she had called him earlier when he had left her half naked in this spot the day before.

Audrey giggled unintentionally as his fingers trailed across her delicate, indented navel. "Ah...I'm a little ticklish," she murmured, embarassed, some reason or another compelling her to explain her reaction. Audrey felt so out of her element and was unsure what to expect; something she was not used to.
 
He could tell right away that Audrey was coming out of her shell, even if only a little, and even if it was through no desire of her own to do so. Looking up at her blushing countenance, he was told by her eyes that arousal was slowly edging out fear as her predominant emotion, even if much anxiety was still present. Although he was doing his best to work on her at the moment, needless to say, he was more than a little aroused himself. It served to break the ice a little when she giggled at him. Both of them somewhat more relaxed, he paused and exploited her weakness by digging his fingertips into the flesh just above her hips and giving her a quick tickle. “Oh, now you’ve revealed your weakness to me. Such a big mistake,” he laughed as she convulsed at his touch.

Continuing along her frame now, he touched the impression of her navel again, continuing down her milky flesh until he felt a little patch of prickly, silky hairs. Turning then, he trailed them over her hips and down to one inner thigh, before coming back up the other thigh. His heart raced even faster as he put off the inevitable touch that he longed for. He knew that although he might have been successful in working her into somewhat of a state of arousal, no woman enjoyed being touched upon her mound unless it was of her own volition.

Letting his other hand wander to her back, he gently rubbed her neck and back, pulling her face in just a little closer to his own, inhaling her soft breath. Finally, he moved his hand from Audrey’s soft, delicate thigh until he felt the warm, silky folds of her womanhood. Letting his index finger run up and down the length, it settled on the little fleshy nub above, gently tracing a circle as he stared up into her deep eyes. He searched for any sign of arousal in Audrey’s eyes, before letting his own glance down the length of her white, naked body. It was perfect, the way it crouched over his and trembled a little at his touch. “I hope I’m close to finding another weakness of yours,” he said softly, breaking the silence that had been filled only with the rushing water of the cool stream.
 
Audrey couldn't help but giggle as he attacked her hips, exploiting her admission of being ticklish. She tried her best not to squirm, almost giving a sigh of relief as he moved on from tickling her. It wasn't common knowledge that the Queen was ticklish; a good leader did their best to never show weakness, it allowed too easily for an enemy to use it against them. She shivered softly, both from the way it felt to have his fingers tracing over her thighs and the nervous anxiety that was making her heart race.

His hand on her back and neck was soothing, yet so strange. She had never known any man's touch to be gentle, much less soothing, save for her father's and her brother's. He pulled her head a touch closer and she could feel his breath against her lips. She had the slight urging from inside to press her lips to his own, but it was short lived as she jumped, barely, at the touch of his finger against the most intimate part of her. It started as a simple slide of his finger up and down her lips, before it settled on that little nub that laid above where the King ravished her. It didn't stay still, but instead traced small circles of the little nub that made her bit her lip and very slightly jerk at the caress, very unertian of the sensation is was causing to crawl up her nerve endings.

"Weakness?" she asked curiously, somewhat off handedly as her conscious mind was busy mulling over what his finger was doing to her. Was this tingling, warming sensation what arousal felt like? She could not think of what else it could be...it wasn't like any other feeling she'd had before.
 
Thomas leaned up a little and kissed Audrey's neck when she jumped at his touch, doing his best to soothe her with a little gentility. He did his best to read her movements and keep at what made her eyes gleam with the most arousal. Not content to merely rub at her, he left off her little nub and began lightly massaging her little hair-covered, soft mound and upper thighs. "Well, I suppose it's not a weakness," he said under his breath as he placed his finger back on her womanhood. "After all, you do seem to enjoy it just a touch," he said in a bit of an understatement.

He couldn't help but wonder what the King did to her. Was it possible he was a better lover than His Majesty? That was an exhilarating thought. Thomas' manhood was beginning to throb a little with anticipation, poking some at her upper thigh. Parting her opening with his thumb and middle finger, he let his index finger venture just inside her beckoning warmth and stimulate some of the sensitive nerves near her opening. "Kiss me," he breathed, imploring her to do it with his eyes. It was amazing enough what they were doing, but he craved it that much more to think that she might be persuaded to initiate some of this amazing play as well.
 
The Queen trembled a slight as his hand traced over her mound, covered in a soft, slight cover of auburn, like the firey strands of her hair. His hands over her thighs made soft goosebumps apparent on her soft and smooth arms. She wasn't sure what he meant by his words and blushed furiously as she felt his length pressing against her thigh. Even more so when he pulled the lips of her womanhood apart and dipped his index finger inside.

She made a slight noise, half of anxiety and half of pleasure, half expecting it to hurt. When it didn't, she found that the muscles of her womanhood were almost clenching at the slight invasion of his finger. To her embarassment, she found that when he touched her, she was slightly damp there. Kiss me. He breathed the words and, her eyes hazing over a slight from the strange sensations, she was tempted to do as he said. Almost shyly, as if she'd never had the pleasure of truly kissing someone, she dipped her head down the little distance between them and sealed the space by pressing her lips to his own. Her hair slipped from her shoulders and moved to spill around them, as if over a curtain to their moment. Her lips, soft and trembling slightly, stayed against his own, as she was unsure of what to do next, especially with his finger teasing the nerves of her core.
 
Thomas obviously couldn't miss the fact that Audrey was a bit damp when he dipped in between her womanly folds. He was tempted to make a teasing remark about that, but stifled the urge, remembering how little she liked that kind of thing. The mood was almost magical, and he wasn't about to kill it for a witty remark. Her noise at his touch was almost divine. He thought that certainly, only a Queen was capable of making such a wonderful, delicious noise when she was pleasured; he'd never heard it before. As she kissed him, he pushed his finger in more, not so much up as around, exploring her warm, pulsating love tunnel. As her hair covered them in a way, he let his thumb dance lightly around the fleshy nub that he'd already explored, stimulating her both inside and out as she quickly became even more moist.

Parting his lips, he let Audrey's tongue venture a little into his mouth, meeting it with his own and pressing hers back into her own mouth, the two gently dancing with each other. As he did this, he grasped at her hips, removing his hand from her warm womanhood, and positioned her just over his waiting, erect length. "Did that make you feel as if you want... more?" he whispered into her ear, giving it a little nibble. "Inside you," he went on suggestively, lowering her hips to that the tip of his manhood pressed ever so gently against her moist slit, begging to part it and dive into the warmth that he knew waited beneath the surface.
 
Audrey made a soft noise, almost in surprise as much as in growing pleasure, as his slid more into her womanhood. His thumb was now back at the that little button, trailing lightly around it, making her squirm just a touch. It felt like coils inside of her were being snapped tight, but wouldn't release; it felt like she should be reaching for something, she wasn't sure what, even if her body did by becoming more damp against his fingers. Her tongue was hesitant, touching lightly against his own as they kissed, a soft hint of red hitting her cheeks as she felt him moving her hips to ready her for him. Was she really going to allow this?...but something in her told her to go for it. He was doing something to her that would be good, if it felt anywhere near as good as his hand had made her feel.

He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear once more, his breath tickling her softly. "It did..." she whispered back softly as she felt him pressinng the head of his length against her moist center. Her hands stayed on his chest and trembled, hopefully unnoticed. This was always the part that hurt. Though, she had never been...well, wet, down there every time the King used her to appease his consuming lust.
 
Thomas could tell now from her movements, her expressions, her flushed cheeks that this was all new to her. The King obviously had never bothered using a gentle touch on this delicate woman, if he even knew how to. And then she was whispering gently that she wanted him… inside her. That thought was amazing, and even though he was only a fraction of an inch from getting there, it still seemed so inconceivable. Instead of sinking his manhood inside her moist, waiting center opening, he pulled it away entirely. He placed his hands over hers on his chest, pressing them down to stop them from trembling. “Take as much as you want of me, Audrey,” he said under his breath, looking up into her eyes, dying to feel her warm insides as he watched color come across her entire expression.

Reaching down, he took her silky folds, and spread her delicate little slit open a little with his fingers, parting the lips enough to accommodate at least the tip of his begging manhood. Pressing the point of his quite erect shaft against her again, he pushed inside just a fraction of an inch, feeling the first taste of her warmth. “Come down and take me in,” he urged her passionately, reaching up and lightly flicking at her clit again, gently touching his fingertip over the top and around the fleshy nub of nerves.
 
Audrey was a little bit surprised when he pulled his erect length away from her moist core. His hands pressed against hers and she knew that she couldn't hide their soft trembling. How was she supposed to know what to do with the feelings boiling up inside of her? His Majesty had never bothered to prepare her for sex, merely taking what he wanted whenever he wanted. Mainly because he knew that she could not fight him, not as the Queen, nor as hiw wife. What Thomas was doing to her was so drastically different in both actions and feelings. Where as she would have feared the entry of the King's cock into her, she did fear Thomas' erect length that was begging to be buried deep inside of her. She was surprised that she wanted to oblige it and push herself down so that he would be deep inside of her, appeasing this sensation he had aroused in her.

She felt his fingers on her most intimate body part, spreading the delicate lips to press the head of his length just a slight into her. A soft gasp spilled from her lips and she blushed at his words, but nodded. Slowly, she began to lower her hips, her damp center beginning to envelope his length in hot, spongy wetness. As he slid into her, the stroking of her clit caused her vaginal muscles to clench and unclech on his length. Soft little noise of anxiety and pleasure fell free from her lips, her teeth nibbling upon the lower one, fingers curling against his chest.
 
As much as Thomas wanted to glance at her delicate, pink opening as it slowly swallowed up the tip of his manhood, he stared directly into her emerald eyes, reading her expressions as she gasped, blushed, and bit her soft lip in anxiety. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to convince her to impale her love opening on the head of his waiting manhood, and he would have understood if she hadn't. But the fact that she did it was wonderful, and he closed his eyes for a moment, just feeling his tip begin to be clenched and squeezed at by her inner muscles. He gave her now slightly engorged clit one last flick, before moving his hands around her body, where they settled on her lush bottom. Pulling inwards, he pushed and gripped at the soft flesh, begging her with his hands to skewer herself further upon his thick shaft.

As he pressed on her bottom, feeling her inner warmth encircle him completely, he realized it was going to be a tight fit. He was on the well-endowed side, and she was dainty and delicate. To help allay her fears and any momentary pain, he leaned up with his panting mouth and kissed Audrey hard and long, continuing to savor her taste as she took him into her pulsing womanhood little by little. Although the morning was cool, he was starting to perspire just as bit as he took in her body warmth against his own bare flesh.
 
Audrey was surprised herself that she was doing what she was, impaling herself upon his well-endowed manhood. The truth was that she appreciated the option to do it herself, considering she had never been able to choose for herself. The King had always just thrown her on the bed(or whatever was around when he wanted her), and took what he wanted. Thomas had managed to make her crave that part of him, where as at the beginning of this, she feared it.

She did not fear it now, though it was stretching her as it slid further into her. There really was no pain from what she could coherently concieve, only a slight discomfort as she tried to adjust to him. A soft moan spilled from her as he kissed her again, long and hard, holding her to him with his hands on her tight little bottom. Audrey had always been a small woman (though that did not hold in regard to her personality), so it took a little bit to finally take his length in her womanhood, the walls clenching down upon him as they adjusted to his intrusion.
 
Thomas finally pulled away from her warm mouth, panting as his pulse elevated from the activity. She had successfully taken him in with little more than a moan and a slightly anxious look in her eyes, and now he was fully inside her womanly warmth, his manhood being massaged in seemingly every which way as her walls squeezed and tickled at him lightly, no extra space to speak of inside of her. Now that she was inside of him, he pushed his hips up, as if to make sure none of his length was left out of this game, and pushed down lightly on her bottom at the same time. The feel of her bottom was perfect in every way. There was enough there to push on and squeeze at, but it was compact and delicate at the same time.

Suddenly, as Audrey followed the lead of his hands and began slowly to move up and down on his rod, he had the desire to talk to her. Not to say filthy things, as he’d bordered on with her earlier. But there was something about engaging a beautiful woman in conversation while he impaled her precious womanhood, that was intriguing. “Have…” he started, before letting out a short, deep grunt from the overriding pleasure. “Is this the best you’ve had yet?” he pressed her with a grin. “Because it can get better, Queen. I promise,” he said with an aroused grin, moving one hand off her fleshy backside and caressing her flushed cheek above him.
 
Audrey wasn't certain how it would feel to have a man's length moving inside of her now that Thomas had already aroused such intriguing feelings inside of her. Uncertaintity wasn't something she was used to, being the Queen of England and all. Somehow though, it made it all the more tempting to her senses. He filled her up quite nicely, leaving nothing inside of her untouched and it felt quite strange, yet nice. Her wall clenching down on his rod almost on instinct, holding him there, caressing him with their silky warmth, a now more than subtle dampness adding to the procreation of the two.

He began to help lead her in the age old moves of their sexual dance. Each time he slid back into her, she clenched tightly around him and made a soft noise. Her hands stayed pressed flat to his chest, silently admiring the muscles beneath her delicate appendages. Her ears caught his words and she flushed softly, from both te pleasure and the embarassment of his words. It should have been obvious that this was her best. This was her first consensual encounter, but his last words made her curious. "It is," she bit her lip, looking down at him as another noise slipped out as he moved within her. "But I don't understand how it gets better," she admitted. A soft shudder as they came together again, something being pulled tight within her, making her noises more frequent and even a touch louder(though they'd only been soft before).

(Sorry about the delay. Long and stressful weekend, but I'm back! n_n)
 
Thomas continued to stroke Audrey's porcelain cheek, their bodies rocking together in a position of absolute carnal lust. It was really a perfect position that he had a view of, her thighs spread apart in a delicious shape, her toes straining and pointing back towards the stream. Her milky, pert breasts were heaving with each deep breath she took. And of course, the best part was the view he had of his thick shaft splaying her womanhood open, stretching her to the limit. His own legs were flexing, revealing their definition and beginning to perspire as they rubbed against her soft, smooth legs, quite a contrast. As she gripped at his shaft, the thick veins on his member were more prominent than usual, he noticed.

The soft noises she emitted were like an opiate to him, Thomas just couldn’t get enough. He pressed into her again and again, waiting each time to hear that wonderful, soft noise. He kissed her on the lips when she said she didn’t know how it could get better, muffling one of her moans with his mouth. He could smell a scent now that he could only imagine was the dripping product of her arousal. Each woman had a different scent, and this was an intriguing one indeed, no less than one would expect from a beautiful young queen. Letting his hand trace down her stomach, he used his pulsing cock as a reference point, stopping when he touched it, and moving back up, locating the tiny ball that was her clit again, and very gently massaging it back and forth as he pulsed inside her, determined to show her majesty what other wonderful feelings were left to experience.

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The sight of the two moving together in perfect unison had to be a strangely erotic one, her small, pale body moving against his larger, darker one. Red hair playing across her shoulders and down her back, sticking against her softly perspiring skin that gleamed in the morning's light that had once been her excuse to escape a moment such as this(though now she couldn't help but enjoy this such moment). Soft, mewling noises spilled free from her lips to fall against his own, his all consuming kiss swallowing up the noises like an addicting drug.

The touch of sliding finger tips down her stomach caused her to shiver deliciously. A rather loud moan came from her when he found that little nub of pleasure nestled between her lithe, pale thighs that strained as she came down upon his mighty shaft. She shuddered. Using her hands on his strong chest as leverage, she pushed herself body up, sliding her hands down to his rippling abdomen. Finding that she was seated on him this way caused him to push to her most furthest depths, a moan slipping out from the mixture of his touch and his thrusts into her.

Whatever he was doing to her that felt so incrediably good was causing a tightness to build in her. A spring being stretched to its limits, pulled and pulled, about to snap, yet not giving in. Her breasts heaved as she began to breathe heavier, a soft sheen of perspiration making her skin glisten.

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Thomas began to make more primal noises as he searched her eyes, sinking deep inside Audrey's depth each time she pressed her body down on his. A cool breeze blew through, thankfully cooling Thomas' perspiring body, and blowing a few stray leaves across them and into the stream. His eyes rolling back, he let out a louder, bellow of a moan, barely able to hold his pleasure in. Yet he had to, he knew, having promised this woman even more. He saw her thin legs began to rock and strain, her delicate muscles doubtless fatiguing, not used to such strenuous activity.

Falling into a half-trance, Thomas let his eyes cloud up and just watch Audrey's pale body press down on his straining, hard abdomen, and rock herself up and down, her pale bottom pressing hard against his thighs each time. He could tell now that she was purposely endeavoring to take as much of his length inside her each and every time, craving a release for the new feelings building in her, just as he needed a release himself. As her breasts heaved near his face, he shouted out a deep, guttural moan, and did all he could to hold off a little longer, rubbing her fleshy nub more furiously in an effort to coordinate their impending waves of supreme pleasure.

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Just as Audrey's noises were like an addictive drug to him, his turned out to rile her the same way. His touch upon the small nub became more fevered in time with his thrusting. Each time they pressed together, it caused that strung out sensation to grow withing the deepest part of her. Her noises - moans, pants, sighs - became more frequent, and the moans became louder as she came down upon him again and again. Her hair clung to her skin, now coated in a gentle sheen of perspiration their erotic dance had caused. Her own clouded over eyes were closed, her head thrown back as she tried desperately to reach for what was being held from her.

Whatever it was that he promised her, came so swiftly, she let out a surprised noise. Her walls clamped down upon him in a vice like grip as she shuddered around him, a loud cry escaping her pretty lips. The sound was exquisite, unlike any other she had made up to this point. Her hands clenched against his abdomen as she arched her back, riding out the orgasm she had never felt before now. Even if she came to despise Thomas, or ran away from him one day in the days ahead, she would always owe him gratitude for showing her there was more to sex than pain and duty.

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Thomas' curiosity regarding what one of Audrey's all-out climaxes would be like was soon satisfied. As she rode steadily towards it, he could tell that she knew something magical was near, and she pursued it fiercely. When she began to moan and clench at him, he started to completely lose it. He kept grazing at her clit with the one hand, and let the other one roam all over her sweaty, pale skin. The sound of her delicate yet passionate moan was like the sweet music of a symphony to his joyful ears. It seemed to Thomas that she arched her back like a graceful cat, maybe even an exotic tigress, as he felt her hands gripping hard at his stomach.

He eased up then on any small amount of restraint he'd been trying to exercise, closing his own eyes and letting his length be squeezed, massaged, and milked by Audrey. There was no room inside her as it was, so when she clenched at him in the throes of her climax, there was nowhere for her muscles to press at except to wring at his manhood, which was an unreal feeling. "Ahhh, Audrey," he shouted out, forced to take his hands off her and grip at the soft earth beneath the two of them. His hips bucked so powerfully that they lifted both his own weight and Audrey's weight off the ground, begging to sink every possible inch up inside her writhing womanhood. He cried out long, deep and loud as he exploded inside of her, releasing his seed with a powerful spurt, followed by a second thrust and spurt, before his body went limp, eyes reopening and gazing up at the worn out redhead. Reaching up, he brushed some fiery hair from her face, clearing the path for a contented gaze toward her emerald eyes.
 
It was a strange feeling, the complete sated contentment she fell wash over her as they came to that explosive conclusion. Her lashes fluttered, then lifted, so that she could return his gaze. She could still feel him inside of her, his seed deep within her. Only now did it really occur to her what that could mean, though in all the years she'd spent with her husband, she had never concieved. She had figured it was her failure, not his(though none of his mistress' had ever concieved, or if they did, they'd often miscarried. Perhaps this failure was on the king, and not her). Her cheeks heated a bit now that the adrenaline and arousal had worn off. Still trembling softly, she fell across his body, her ample bossom flat against his chest and her cheek against his shoulder.

She spent a few moments resting there, trying to regain her breath as the wonderous moment they'd spent writhing in the lush grass passed. Audrey couldn't believe that that was how sex was really supposed to feel. Never had she even felt an inkling of what she'd just experienced. "Is it always like that?" she asked curiously. "With my husband it was...painful and uncomfortable. I didn't know it could be like this," she mumured the words against his neck, enjoying the moment before they would have to part, dress, and continue on their run from her death and now, quite possibly, his own.
 
Thomas let out a long deep, sigh, reaching around and pressing her warm face, her moist lips, into his neck. He gently stroked at her soft neck, his length still harbored inside Audrey, reluctant about coming to terms with leaving. He felt a little bit of his seed ooze down his length as gravity did its work, and he became a little more flaccid. The thought briefly flashed through his mind that maybe he should have pulled out of her just at the height of their peak. Of course, in that moment, that would have been a complete impossibility. The two of them were both wildly in some other world of arousal. Gradually, he lifted her hips off him, allowing his sticky length to slide out, and then he allowed her body to fall back on top of his, feeling its every curve pressing into his skin.

“Is it always like this?” he repeated, still out of breath. “For me, not with other women. Each coupling of we humans has a different… style,” he suggested. “So perhaps with you and I, it will always be like that,” he added, stroking his hand down her neck and back, feeling the tiny red hairs on the back of her neck a little wet from perspiration. “There’s only one way to find out,” he suggested with a little chuckle. Sliding his hands down the curves of her side, he allowed them to gently come to rest on her waist. He felt some of his seed trickle out upon his stomach now that she was no longer filled up. “Perhaps we should… rinse off again briefly before we get on our way,” he thought aloud, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
 
Audrey could feel his seed trickling from the part of her he'd ravished so thoroughally, that now tingled with awareness. She blushed gently, glad her face was beside his neck, and then nodded. "Washing up is definitely a good idea," she murmured, reluctantly climbing off of his body to sit beside him on the lush grass. Lithe legs lifted her to her feet and she stretched her body languidly, still feeling a little worn in her trembling thighs. The King had always thrown her down(either on her back or stomach) and had his way with her. There was never a significant strain on her limbs, and even though there was now, from what they'd done, she was not one to complain. Whatever she had just experienced with Thomas had been, well, amazing to say the least.

A vague but content smile was sent his way and once her emerald hues saw that he, too, was rising, she moved her body back to the river. She shivered as the cool water touched her skin, goosebumps rising all along her form. Despite the cold, she went about washing off her body of the sweat and then between her legs, her cheeks heating a faint red as she washed his seed that most intimate part of her of her anatomy. When she was done, she turned her head to see if he too was finished; they were going to have to be on the move soon.
 
Thomas carefully watched Audrey's lithe frame lift off him, noticing a slight blush, not only upon her cheeks, but also on her womanly parts. A woman with such a pale complexion showed it when so much blood coursed to one sensitive, aroused area. He groaned and got to his feet, his muscles sore from pressing against the ground for so long, and followed the Queen into the cool stream, after picking a small stone out of his back. The water wasn’t so cold as before, now that the sun had peaked a little more in the sky, and bathed the entire stream in golden light. Quickly rinsing himself off, he caught sight of Audrey rubbing her hand between her legs, and snuck up to her from behind as she finished washing.

“What it is, highness?” he asked softly, wrapping his hands around her stomach and pressing his chest against her back, his flaccid length pushing slightly against her lower back. “You don’t fancy my mark on you?” he asked, feeling her bumpy, cool flesh. “I have to tell you, I haven’t had such a good time with a woman before. You have a far more sensual side that I might have known, and yet, you are still quite elegant,” he admitted, in a compliment, he thought. He hadn’t planned on lavishing such praise on her. He’d thought he would have been more her tormentor, but now he couldn’t help it. “Although, I suppose we must press on,” he reluctantly agreed, leaving the stream and beginning to dress.
 
The Queen was a little pre-occupied washing, or rather rinsing, her youthful body when Thomas came up to her back and pulled her against him. His words, his compliments(she had not expected those), caused a subtle blush to tint her cheeks again. Her mind stumbled over what to respond to his words with. Was she to thank him? Thoughtfully, her teeth nibbled upon her lower lip as she contemplated. "It's not that," she said, deciding to just answer his initial question. "And your seed is already inside. Isn't that a better claim to the King's wife?" She couldn't help a soft chuckle as he pulled away and went to the shore to begin dressing.

Audrey did the same and waded out of the water once she was clean. Nimble fingers unfolded her pants and slid them back on over her slim legs and settled on her hips. Taking the cloths that had once bound her chest, she stepped closer to him and began to redo their arrangement on her bust. Once it got to the point where she needed his help to tie them, she looked over her shoulder to his direction. "Would you tie them please?" she asked, fingers holding the edges.
 
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