The Enchantments

Prince Cassius

Ten Miles from The Northwest Border of The Enchantments

WODELL

She was killing him.

“Elena,” he bucked his hips up into hers, “move,” he growled.

“Mm,” she murmured, bending to him and using her lips and tongue on his neck.

That felt nice.

Her wet snugness wrapped around his cock felt nicer.

But she seemed content to sit on it and do nothing but squirm every once in a while, while gazing down upon him, drinking him in with her eyes and tracing his ink with her fingertips.

Yes.

Fucking killing him.

Though, all that was before she started taking him in with her lips.

“You feel very nice,” she said into his neck.

“You feel very nice too,” he said to the roof of the tent. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to feel all that nice riding my cock.”

She lifted her head and smiled down at him impertinently.

Then she squirmed her hips on his.

He groaned.

Bloody hell.

He scowled up at her.

And then it hit him.

“Are you teasing me?” he whispered.

“Hmm?” she asked, her brows drawing up lazily as she licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and grazed the ridges of his ribs in a touch so light, he could convince himself it hadn’t happened even though every inch of his body knew it had.

“You’re teasing me,” he murmured.

She squeezed him with the walls of her pussy before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You bloody do,” he growled and bucked powerfully, throwing her off.

Not expecting that, she cried out and lost track of her limbs.

But before he could get her into position on her belly to do his own teasing, she recovered and came at him.

Cassius could not say he’d ever wrestled in the confines of a one-person tent, with a beautiful naked woman, or other.

What he could say was that it was a highly delectable experience.

Especially when his superior strength and the close confines merged to give him an advantage, and he won.

This winning meant Elena was on her knees before him, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck pressing her cheek to the blankets, so her moan was muffled when he drove into her with his cock.

“Yes,” he grunted.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Cassius let her neck go and gripped her hips, forcing them forward and then slamming them back to take his thrusts.

Elena found the rhythm, and embraced it heartily, panting and whimpering.

He was getting close, but she seemed to be able to take his fucking the rest of the day, and enjoy it, therefore he realized something had to be done.