1. Flash Fairytales: True Lust's Kiss


    Date: 11/15/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Lupus, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    red sheets as she tenderly worshipped his aching sex. The quiet room was filled with the sweet, slick sounds of sucking, interrupted by his grateful groans. Her lithe fingers slipped through the silken folds of her sex, throughout, bringing small whimpers and moans of pleasure from her. Her moans vibrated through the prince’s swollen shaft. His hips bucked and rolled with need. Impatient, the princess popped the prince from her lips and, with a final long lick, straightened once more. The prince looked up into her piercing pupils as she straddled him - the engorged, inviting tips of her breasts irresistible to his hungry lips. Seizing her breast between his lips, his tongue swirled over the warm, sensitive flesh as his lips sucked her gently in. Feminine fingers entwined in his hair, pinning his mouth to her chest, as the princess settled on the length of his manhood. His moans joined hers as she slowly rocked her hips into him, letting him glide through her warm, wet folds. A shift of her hips pressed his tip to her entrance and allowed him to slowly sink into the tight, clenching heat of her sex. The princess’ hair fell back behind her in a golden wave as she pinched her fingernails into his skin and settled onto him. Her hips shimmied, deliciously filling her sweet slit with him, completely. Their eyes locked as she began to ride, letting her ...
    body dance over the prince and his wandering, restless hands. Her pained and pleasure cries filled the room – as he filled her – while she pleaded for more. Taking him all inside, she worked their bodies rhythmically until at last she shuddered and cried her climax through a cloud of fair, thrashing hair. They kissed again, filled with passion. Her lips peeled from his as she raised herself free of him. She settled once more at his feet and snatched up his slippery shaft. Her tongue lapped up the first taste of herself before her lips ravenously surrounded him once more. Devouring his length and running it through her hands, the princess looked into his eyes as his hips thrust upwards one last time. Her lips retreated in time to watch the arc of his seed splash across his chest, coating him again and again with every pulse. The princess stood to lick him diligently clean, tasting his warm, painted skin. She took his hands and raised him up once more, straightening his breeches. “Perhaps our love is not meant to be,” she told him, ushering him out of the open door. The prince stammered, breathless, as the door slammed shut and locked rudely behind him. Slowly, she walked back to her bed and, grabbing a knife, etched another notch into her bedpost, next to the existing dozens she’d collected. Smiling, she licked her lips clean of the latest suitor’s gift.
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