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My tongue licked those pretty disks, bit into the soft skin of her throat, and sucked gently on her earlobe.
And here?
Yes, Jester.
And here?
Yes. There.
Enough with the fingers. Time for something a bit more experimental. Moving too quickly for Briar to process, I leaned toward the nightstand, plucked a certain rose from its vase, and returned to her.
“What about here?” I crooned, hovering over the princess and dragging the petals down her stomach.
At the softness, Briar sucked in a breath. Still, the heiress trusted the jester. Briar’s mouth parted, absorbing the teasing sensation as I skated the rose over her cunt.
And over. And over.
Another tremulous moan floated through the room. “Yes.”
Satisfied, I lowered my head and kissed her wet folds as if it was her mouth, fusing my lips to her pussy and flicking my tongue into the narrow passage.
Briar gave a cry and grabbed my hair, then released a plaintive sound as I pulled back. Alas, she should know better. I wouldn’t eat her so soon after our game of role-play had begun.
Moreover, I had sworn to make her pay for that stunt she’d pulled in the stairwell, when she swallowed my cock amid pitch darkness, then again when she fucked into my ass with that dildo, thus driving me to the brink within seconds.
Now I exacted my retribution on both accounts. And with vigor.
Briar strained to peek past the cloth. I watched, amused as the well-trained princess schooled herself not to ask questions, although I could tell she wanted to know about the flower.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I lectured, my tone stern. “None of that, Highness. Listen to your mentor.”
The princess yielded. Her pussy flushed, clenching and seeping arousal as I traced her walls, the delicate hollow of her entrance, and the crest of her clit with the petals. Every so often, I lightly etched her with the barest tip of a thorn. It would be easy to draw blood, and I sensed she could guess which flower I used on her, yet Briar never flinched. She knew this vital fact: I would let her prick me with a thousand thorns before I so much as scratched this woman with one of my own.
For that reason, I brushed her pussy in a sinuous tempo, tapping her clit with the rose petals until she tensed. Her mouth hung open, and a cry splintered from her lips. “Oh, Seasons!”
With a jolt, she came long and perfectly, the cleft of her thighs rippling, the muscles spasming and shaking like a leaf. Slickness poured from her, seeped into the petals and thorns, and smeared the stem down to my fingers.
Unable to resist, I mopped her climax from the rose with my tongue, the taste exquisite. To say my cock didn’t grow to the point of torturous, merely by watching this woman come wetly against the flower’s barest touch, was an understatement.
Her mussed hair lay strewn across the linens in glorious splashes of red, and pleasure soaked her clit and folds. Still consumed by the orgasm, Briar panted as I removed the cloth from her eyes. Quickly, the princess’s glazed pupils swept from me to the rose perched in my fingers.
“Such an obedient Royal,” I complimented. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes, my jester,” she said, recovering her breath. “Thank you.”
“Nay. Never thank your tutor.”
“Apologies,” Briar amended dutifully, still playing along. “Where did you get that rose? I have been meaning to ask.”
When she first came home, Briar had discovered the flower on her nightstand and thanked me, assuming it to be a homecoming gift. It was impossible to find such flora here, yet my princess understood by now not to underestimate the treasures I could locate for her. All the same, I hadn’t had an opportunity to share more fetching details until now.
I contemplated the blossom, admiring its ripe color. “’Tis a special rose from Spring. I may have stolen it from Basil and Fatima’s greeting bouquet when they turned up for Reaper’s Fest.”
When Briar remained silent and waiting, I glanced at her. We sat upright on the bed, my pant-clad legs having intertwined with her naked limbs at some point.
Juggling the stem between my fingers, I avoided the thorns whilst flipping the flower right side up. “I left it waiting for you, when you were away. At first, I set it on your pillow. However, I feared a servant would assume it needed to be discarded whilst cleaning.”
I ran the petals across Briar’s cheek. “Such species are rare, and this one possesses a singular magic. I thought it suited you rather well.”
