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Despite his earlier protests, once he had decided to act, he did it swiftly. His hands—large, warm, incredible hands—pulled me toward him until I was half-on, half-off. Then he knelt before me.
How strange. What on Atlantis is he about?
But I did not have long to wonder. Layers of coral-pink fabric were pushed up with such haste that I fell back on the mattress. But he did not remove the garment, as I’d assumed. Instead, his hand came down on the silken fabric—pantaloons, I believe they were called—that covered the odd nub between my human legs.
I felt the strangest things! Wonder, delight, and confusion all tumbled inside me, each feeling larger than the last. What… how can he make me feel this way with a single touch?
His hands pushed my legs further apart until I could feel the appendage pressing tightly against the fabric. And then, he touched it again, his fingers moving with light, slow strokes over one side and down the other.
If I could have, I would have been keening with the pleasure that rolled over me like a tidal wave.
“Do you like that?” he murmured, his voice sending a jolt through me that was nearly as powerful as the one I got from his touch. “Do you enjoy the way I touch your pussy?”
Is that what it’s called? A pussy?
“Shall I make it weep for me?”
Before I could process yet another new word, I felt him tugging my pantaloons down. When the cool air hit the place between my legs, a shiver stole across my skin. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care because he took my garment down bit by bit, until my legs were completely bare before him.
Those and… the nub between them that seemed to be pulsing with a strange heat. It should feel terrible—the heat of the fire that night was the only I’d ever experienced, but this burning did not feel unpleasant in the least. It was a marvel, but they kept coming faster than I could keep track of them.
The prince’s finger found the center of my heat, and stroked it softly, just as he had before, but without the barrier of the pantaloons, the sensation was even more overwhelming. Then his finger dipped inside me, and the sound of the wetness there was unmistakable.
It was all too much. I pushed myself up on the bed, desperate to see his face.
He sat back, looking at me with his lips spread wide. “Had enough already? Tsk, tsk.” He clicked his tongue. “I did try to warn you.”
For the first time since I’d stood on my shaky legs, I felt a sense of hopelessness. How could I explain it to him? How could I make him see what I wanted when I myself didn’t know?
The prince must have seen something of the desperation in my eyes because his next words were gentle and reassuring. “Don’t worry, little one. I will take very good care of you.” Without another word, I felt a rush of heat on the thing he’d called a pussy.
It was the warmth of his breath, and it made my heart beat faster, harder in my chest. But when I felt the first touch of his tongue, the wetness and the heat of his mouth intertwining with the heat between my legs, it felt like my heart was climbing from my chest all the way up my throat.
I made guttural noises, the only ones I could manage, but if I could have spoken, I had no idea what I would have said. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop, keep going, or just give me a moment to breathe. I don’t think he would have stopped no matter what I said, however, because once planted between my thighs, he lavished me with attention that had me grabbing fistfuls of bedsheet as though mere fabric could steady me.
Nothing would have been able to steady me—not even the use of my voice—while his tongue slipped inside of my pussy and lapped up my juices. I’d never known it could feel this way—being touched by a man. It was a dizzying, exhausting experience as my heart hammered and my legs began to quiver.
The prince either had no knowledge of these things, or they did not concern him. His mouth consumed this most intimate, private spot as though it was the most natural thing in the world. It made me feel like I was coming apart on the inside, and I didn’t know what to make of it. His tongue lashed out and slid inside, and I nearly came off the bed.
He chuckled and then I felt both his hands on my thighs, holding me back down. When he resumed his strange kisses, his tongue climbing deeper inside my secret channel, I thought I might pass out from all the wild emotions warring for dominance inside of me.
Is it like this for him? Does he feel like something is attempting to tear him apart, and yet, it doesn’t hurt? I feel afraid… afraid of this thing I cannot even name… and yet, I wouldn’t stop him if I could!
The Sea Witch’s words came back to me: Humans are not like us. Their emotions are stronger than ours. If you become one of them, you may lose as much as you hope to gain.
And it did feel like loss as some emotion that I did not understand swept through me as thoroughly as his mouth devoured me. But it felt strangely wonderful at the same time to lose myself in the sensation he was creating inside me.
Is this love?
It certainly felt more wonderful than anything I’d ever experienced before. I felt like I was soaring toward the sky, transformed first into a thing with legs, and now, wings. The prince applied pressure with his tongue to the nub between my pussy lips and then, ever so gently, bit down. And I came crashing back down, unwinged, but breathing hard and smiling as things I never knew to hope for swept through my body.
When I opened my eyes, he was looming over me, smiling. My face was warm and I was practically panting as I smiled back. I tried to shrink away and cover my face, suddenly feeling shy.
“None of that now.” He tsked, moving my hand from my face. “You’re beautiful, and I should like to look at you.” He paused. “Did you enjoy that?”
I nodded so hard and fast that the prince burst into laughter.
“Careful, now. I don’t want you to hurt that pretty head of yours.”
