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I sucked on her tongue greedily, wanting to feel her everywhere, and I felt as she changed the angle of her hand to add her fourth finger. She never ceased her thrusting into me, even as she kissed me. Her hand left my clit to push against my shoulder.
“Lay back. It’ll be more comfortable for you,” she instructed, and I reluctantly dropped away from her allowing my back to hit the bed.
“Fuck,” I moaned loudly at one particularly wonderful stroke and cried out when she bit my inner thigh in a silent reprimand, piercing my skin with her fangs. “Oh gods, Ma’am! Uh!” I came again, the build-up quick, and pushed over with her bite.
“I’d prefer you didn’t use profanities, pet. If you need to scream, say my name, like a good girl,” she told me. I looked at her surprised by her request, my eyes meeting hers, asking her permission. “Say my name,” she commanded, meeting my eyes with an intense gaze, and she thrust into me harder, leaving my clit to pinch my nipples.
“Selene,” I whispered, a part of me unsure and a part of me feeling like I was given a sacred gift.
“Louder,” she demanded, slapping my breast, leaving a sting, and moving back to my sensitive bud to rub feverishly.
“Selene!” I called out, confidently and unbelievably aroused.
My pussy stung as I felt myself stretched impossibly further and then relaxed slightly. I’d never felt so full. I had no idea there was such an empty part of me that needed filling.
“Well done, pet. I’m so proud of you,” she praised, and I opened my eyes that had shut tight with my pleasure to see the Princess’s eyes brighter than ever and her hand lost inside me.
“Your hand is in me,” I said, my mind unable to catch up to the reality I was seeing.
She laughed beautifully, leaning over to kiss me softly. Her movement resulted in such intense sensation within me. The pressure was unexpected, and she sat back on her heels at my groan, only to press her hand down on my pelvis and move her hand inside me. Though I was sure her movements were small, they did not feel such.
“How are you doing?” she asked me as the pressure and pleasure within me built up. It was a new sensation, and I felt a sudden urge to pee. I panicked.
“Ma’am, I think I might need…,” I began as she pulled herself out of me and immediately pressed against my sensitive throbbing clit. All at once, I was orgasming, and a flow of liquid was released.
The release had been the most powerful I had ever felt. It seemed to last for long minutes, my pussy quivering and contracting around nothing. But I was filled with shame and embarrassment immediately after I came down. I could see I soaked everything - the Princess’s arm and chest and I could feel the bed damp beneath me. In my shame, I began to cry and tried to twist away.
“Be still,” she commanded softly, pulling my wrist away from my eyes. “That was wonderful pet, truly,” she told me, and the smile on her face, her pupils blown wide, molten-silver eyes glowing, she looked almost awestruck. I was completely confused.
“I made a mess,” I cried.
“Hardly,” she replied, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “Don’t cry, my darling,” she cooed. “It was unexpected, but I’m very pleased,” she told me.
Empty of her hand, I felt emotionally overwhelmed. My pussy felt as if it had been permanently stretched wide, pulsing in search of what was missing. She bent down between my legs to kiss my swollen and soaked lips, and I made to push her away. She took hold of my hands and looked up at me, a warning in her glare. “This is mine,” she told me with a growl.
“But I’m all disgusting,” I complained weakly. She growled louder and dipped her head again, running her hot tongue through my folds. I couldn’t help how pathetically I whined; I was overly sensitive.
“Nothing is disgusting about you or what happened,” she told me sternly as she crawled up my body until she was lying atop of me, between my hips. “Never speak such words about yourself again,” she commanded. “You are nothing less than delectable. If I didn’t know better, I’d accuse you of being a powerful enchantress, with how entirely I desire you.”
How could she say that after what I did? I was crying as she began to kiss my cheeks. Her weight pressed me into the bed. I needed her weight, I needed the pressure, I felt like I might disappear without it, without her.
“Stop it,” I said, feeling a combination of shyness at her sweet words and lingering shame for the mess I had made.
“You don’t want me to stop,” she said, glowing eyes meeting mine. “I hear how your heart flutters, my darling. I see how your pupils dilate. I smell your response.” She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing briefly. When she opened her eyes, she captured my lips in a deep kiss.
“It’s called squirting,” she began when she released my lips, “What happened, the fluid you released while you came, it’s called squirting. It’s perfectly natural,” she explained.
“It’s not normal to pee yourself!” I complained helplessly. She rolled off me and sat up against the headboard, pulling me into her arms and between her legs. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders as I cried hard.
“Pet, you didn’t pee yourself,” she said softly, but I heard the humour in her voice and felt her shoulders lift as she tried not to laugh. I felt her response as a new wave of embarrassment and buried my face tighter against the juncture of her neck. Her hand ran down my hair, and the other patted my back. “The fluid released, does it look like, smell like, or taste like pee?” she asked me slowly like she was speaking to a child, and I felt all very naive.
“I don’t know,” I told her, gaining control of my tears.
“I can assure you the answer is no,” she said, “My senses are far greater than yours,” she added as if needing to remind me.
“What was it then?” I asked her, “The pressure it felt like when….”
“It’s sexual fluid, clear, sweet-tasting and potent with your arousal,” she explained. I was beginning to calm down, her rhythmic patting on my back and how she did not throw me away in revulsion calming my mind.
