Chapter 35 - Rough Edge (R18)
Torchlight danced faint over the balcony, casting jagged shadows that twisted across the stone as Liam knelt between Princess Isabella's trembling thighs, his tongue buried deep in her dripping cunt. Her velvet cloak pooled beneath her, rumpled and damp with sweat, its edges curling against the cold railing pressing hard into her spine; the stone bit her skin, leaving faint red lines she didn't feel—her body too lost in heat. Her hazel eyes squeezed shut, lashes wet with unshed tears, her lips bloody and swollen from stifling cries—teeth marks stark where shy had burned away, leaving only raw need.
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He sucked her clit hard, pulling it between his lips with fierce, greedy tugs—tongue thrusting deep into her pussy, probing her tight, pulsing walls; her cunt throbbed, wet and scalding, spilling juices that soaked his jaw, dripping down his neck in slick trails. Her taste hit him—raw, sharp, a bitter tang of salt and lust—flooding his mouth as he worked her harder, no mercy, no pause. Her chestnut locks clung to her sweat-damp face, framing her flushed cheeks in wild tangles.
Her hips bucked—sharp, uncontrolled—grinding her pussy against his face, chasing the edge; her breath broke in jagged gasps, chest heaving under her cloak as her small frame shuddered. "Please—fuck—" she rasped, voice hoarse and cracking, barely audible over the distant clatter of the courtyard below—her thighs shook violently, muscles tensing and quaking, locking tight around his head; the heat of her skin seared his ears, her knees bending inward as her boots scraped stone, toes curling hard.
Her juices flowed heavier—slicking her inner thighs, glistening in the faint light—her cunt clenched around his tongue, hot and needy, smearing his chin with every thrust; her scent thickened the air, musky and wild, driving his cock to throb painfully in his trousers. She arched, spine bowing against the railing; a choked sob slipped free—quickly bitten back—her bloody lips trembling as pleasure tore through, her whole body taut and quivering on the brink.
He pushed her over—relentless, driven—her cunt spasmed, flooding his mouth; she choked a moan, body jerking as climax hit, legs trembling hard. He pulled back, wiping his chin, grinning feral; she slumped against the railing, panting, hazel eyes hazy but hungry—still wanting. "Up," he growled, standing fast—cock throbbing, needing more.
She wobbled as he pulled back from her cunt, her legs unsteady—knees buckling soft, thighs still trembling from the climax that left her panting against the railing. Her velvet cloak clung to her hips, damp with sweat and streaked with faint dust from the stone; she swayed, catching herself with a shaky breath, her chestnut hair sticking to her neck in wet strands. He grabbed her hips—hands rough, fingers digging into her soft flesh—spinning her quick; she stumbled forward, her palms slapping the cold stone with a sharp smack, velvet bunching in messy folds as he flipped her cloak up over her back.
Her ass bared to the torchlight—pale and smooth, soft curves quivering faintly from the sudden chill and her own heat; a light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, catching flickers of orange glow. Her pussy peeked beneath—red and swollen, soaked from his tongue—juices slicked her inner thighs, dripping slow in thin, glistening trails that shimmered wet against her pale legs. She shifted, hips tilting up instinctively; her breath hitched, a low rasp in her throat as she glanced back over her shoulder—hazel eyes half-lidded, flirty through the shy edge, no fight left, just raw want burning through.
"Hero—do it," she rasped, her voice hoarse and ragged—cracked from stifled moans—her lips parted, still bloody from biting, a faint tremble in her jaw as she held his gaze for a beat before looking away, submissive but needy. Her ass swayed slightly, inviting, her pussy pulsing faintly—open, ready—her scent wafting up, sharp and musky, stoking his fire higher. He unlaced his trousers, his cock sprang out, hard and thick, veins bulging as it throbbed in the cool air; a bead of precum glistened at the tip, slick from his own hunger.
He gripped her hips tighter—thumbs pressing bruises into her skin—stepping in close; the heat of her ass brushed his thighs, soft against his coarse trousers still bunched at his knees. He nudged her cunt with his cock—tip slick and hot, sliding against her soaked folds—her juices coated him instant, wet and scalding; she twitched, a soft whimper slipping out as her pussy quivered, eager for him to shove in. His grin flashed—feral, restless, teasing the brink.
She pushed back, small and desperate; he thrust in—deep, her pussy clamped tight, wet walls sucking his cock. She moaned—loud, sharp—head dropping as he stretched her; "Quiet—fucking take it," he grunted, slamming into her—doggy fast, no pause—his hips smacked her ass, stone biting her palms. Her cunt gripped him—hot, slick—each thrust rocked her; she bit her arm, muffling whines, eyes rolling back.
He pounded harder—Drenvar's hunger ruled—cock driving deep, her pussy raw and pulsing; her ass bounced, skin flushing red from slaps. She clawed stone, nails scraping; her moans broke free—high, frantic—her cunt tightened, begging. "Fuck—more—" she gasped, voice cracking, shoving back; he gripped her hips—bruising—thrusting savage, cock slamming her pussy, sweat dripping, mixing with her wet.
Her legs buckled—knees trembling then giving way, her pussy spasming hard around his cock—hot and tight, soaking him as another climax tore through her; she shook, hips jerking, a stifled cry breaking free—sharp and raw—muffled quick as she bit her arm, lips bloody. Her thighs quivered, clamping his hips; her chestnut hair clung damp to her neck.
He growled low—relentless, no softness, just need burning—his balls tightened, heat surging up fast. Two more thrusts—deep, brutal—his cock slammed her cunt, wet slaps echoing; then he pulled out, spilling hot over her ass—white streaked her pale skin, dripping slow down her curves. She slumped forward, panting rough against the railing, velvet tangled; he stepped back, lacing up quick, breath harsh—hunger dulled, for now.
"Fucking reckless," he muttered, grin faint; her hazel eyes flicked up, shy flirty spark still there—no regret. "Good reckless," she rasped, voice raw, pulling her cloak tight—footsteps echoed, guards nearing.