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Late Evening.
Bedroom, Enid's Chambers, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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Despite claiming not to be a whore earlier she reacted actively to the whoring prince every maid knew about in the castle as she nodded enthusiastically.
Enid smirked. He thrust into her mouth faster, harder, and deeper. Tears ran down Stella's face. It fired Enid up to see her tears because he imagined they were that smart mouth Salviana's tears and this brought him to the edge where one last long suck and pull of his cock by Stella tipped him off into orgasm, his orgasm was hard and long.
The amount of cum he ejaculated into her was astonishing but Stella was devoted, cum leaked from the corners of her lips down to her lovely throat and full tits.
He pulled back, watching her stare at him expectantly. "Open your mouth."
She does, readily and wide, he stared into her mouth confirming she hadn't swallowed the cum yet, she was waiting for his approval.
"Now, swallow," he growled.
Stella nodded, her forehead glistening with sweat she swallowed the cum like Enid ordered.
"Lie on your back," he said with a smirk.
She does immediately and so Enid grabbed her neck again and started to kiss her with an intensity she easily matched, she shivered but quickly giggled into his mouth as he massaged her ass, pulled her dress uniform up and was grateful she was bare, he slapped her ass a few times earning him a couple of 'Your graces' before he settled for massaging her nub.
Stella squealed suddenly when he readjusted her but it immediately turned into a scream of his name because he sank his hot hard shaft into her, in one strong thrust, he groaned in satisfaction at the friction, his head thrown back as he drew her a bit from the wall, pressing her into him.
Her pussy gripped his hot rod as she pressed herself down, letting him sink further into her.
"You feel so tight, red maid" he rasped.
She reached and her fingers curled around his bicep for support, while he slid his left hand between her butt parting her pussy lip.
"Your grace!" she moaned, her head falling back while he watched her flushed face with the most attention as he plunged into her.
His movement is sure and strong, slow at first but then he lifted her, drawing back a little with the tip of his shaft almost pulling out of her and as she attempted a complaint he thrusted in full force surprising a breathe out of her, she gasped her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her sex clenched on Enid in a satisfying grip.
His thrust became faster and demanding, stretching her insides and making her scream his name, head thrown back, sensual hip movement and sweaty sex, they desired each other in the most primal of ways.
Suddenly he pulled out, then pressed his cock against the seam of her swollen sleek entrance and she sighed.
He eased a little further inside her, delaying the movement until she was panting, and as he almost pulled the tip of his cock over the edge, a soft mewl escaped her mouth prompting him to hit back in with a vigor that surprised her.
"Oh your grace!," she moaned while he continued his thrusts.
Moments later he pulled out abruptly with a groan and turned her to face the bed with her ass in the air.
He doesn't wait for her to say a word as he continues to hammer her insides.
Her back arched.
He quickly slipped his hand from her side to her breast.
Her back bows, and she lets out a scream that's muffled by the pillow. Her muscles relaxed when he started to fondle her breasts, allowing him to push all the way inside her.
"I feel so full, your grace," she moaned, pushing back, grinding herself on him, demanding more.
"Yes, that's because you're a lucky maid," he groaned, released her breast and started to fuck her like she had wanted the vivid image of Salviana burning at the back of his head.
This was how he wished Salviana would writhe under him. He drove in and out of the maid in a savage motion.
Their skin meeting each other and making noises that heightened the sexual appeal in the room.
He rammed his shaft back and forth, his big palm pressing her back to the bed and helping her ass stay suspended in the air.
He fucked her like a whore, ravaging her like a beast and soon he felt her tighten further around his thick shaft. He didn't want to stop but he knew he would finish soon.
He reached for her clit and rubbed it aggressively, they were ready and hungry for him.
She gasped while her pussy coats him in a rush of her wetness, her welcoming honeypot.
And Enid knew she was close to the edge, which was a good thing because he seconds away from emptying her balls inside of her.
"Come for my cock like a little slut that you are," he grunted as he thrusts inside her harder.
She perhaps wanted to be and as she tried to lift her head but he pressed her back into the bed as his fingers continued working her, and like a whore that he'd called her and a woman experiencing pleasure she came whimpering his name.
Her climax made her shudder. While he grinded his own release into her.
His arms clinged onto her hips as he pumped every last drop of hum into her juicy body.
"You may leave," he grunted as he got off her and off the bed.
She sat up quickly looking as satisfied as he did, "Yes," Stella breathed as she covered herself up and ran out of the room.
Enid adjusted his collar and ran a hand through his hair, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stepped out of his disheveled chambers.
The scent of his lingering escapades clung faintly to him, but his thoughts had already drifted to another—a vision he entertained with a mix of longing and intrigue.
Striding through the castle corridors with an easy, confident gait, he found himself drawn to thoughts of Salviana, each step charged with anticipation.
Arriving at the grand dining hall, he took his place among the others. The room, vast and austere, was filled with nobles, courtiers, and esteemed guests who occupied every seat, yet an almost reverent hush blanketed the table.
They dined as they always did: in practiced silence, with the muted clinking of silverware against porcelain and the occasional murmured exchange from across the room.
Enid glanced around, his gaze momentarily lingering on the faces around him, though his mind remained occupied elsewhere.
He hated now that the new princess had been banned from the dining table.
After breakfast that passed without fanfare, the hall emptied, its occupants slipping back into their routines.
Life within the castle walls continued as it always had, but Enid couldn't shake the thought that it might all be on the edge of something different, something he felt looming just beyond his reach.