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****This is an Extra Story..... Sorry out of the plot... even if this story does not have much of a plot, Filled with H@rnyness, Like P@rn... But you know they also have a plot ~ Wink Wink~ Sorry Sorry just increasing the word count. As I still yet to know the real deal, please be satisfied with my fantasy... Thank You and Your Support****
In the stillness of the night, the palace is mostly hushed, yet a few certain chambers glow with a soft light.
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Lady Beatrice:
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Lady Beatrice finds herself in her cozy bed, snuggled up with the warmth of the plush pillows. Her thoughts drift to Theo, her body reacting to his mere memory. She caresses her breasts and slides her hand down to her yearning pussy, her touch mimicking the passion of their first night together. The feel of his hands, the taste of his kiss, they all make her wet with desire.
"Theo," she whispers, her voice strained with longing. "More, more, please..." Her digits dance over her clit, bringing waves of pleasure that make her ache for his touch. The anticipation of their next encounter fuels her self-exploration, her wetness seeping through the fabric of the bed sheets.
Her finger plunges into her depths, mimicking the rhythm of his love making. The wetness of her arousal smears against her skin, a testament to the intensity of her need. "Sir Theo..." she calls out, her voice crescendos with every stroke, her body tightening around her own hand.
As she reaches the pinnacle of her self-induced ecstasy, she imagines it is Theo's dick inside her, bringing her to the edge. "Oh, Sir Theo," she gasps, her orgasm crashing over her. Her chest heaves as she brings her glistening finger to her lips, savoring the taste of her passion. "How could I ever forget the pleasure you give me?" she murmurs to the quiet room. Her eyes close, lost in the sweet agony of her unfulfilled desire for another night with her lover.
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Princess Arabella:
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Princess Arabella sits gracefully in a chair, cradling a goblet of wine. Her mind is a tumult of anticipation and doubt, fixated on the possibility of Sir Theo choosing her for the intimate evening far ahead. Despite her inexperience, she is eager to learn the ways of pleasure and to satisfy her suitor.
With trembling hands, she gently touches herself through her silken undergarments. "Does his manhood truly fit here?" she wonders aloud. Summoning her courage, she slides a finger beneath the fabric and into her untouched folds. A sudden, exquisite sensation jolts through her body, unfamiliar and thrilling.
Her curiosity piqued, she whispers Sir Theo's name as she begins to explore her own, uncharted terrain. Her touch becomes more deliberate, her breath hitching as she delves deeper, her finger gliding in and out of her tight sheath. Her nipples harden with arousal, and she feels the beginnings of a climax building within her.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, she gasps and surrenders to the wave of pleasure. "Oh, I am being so naughty," she murmurs to herself, a blush coloring her cheeks as she climbs into her plush bed.
Her thoughts drift to the gallant knight once more. "Sir Theo, please choose me," she whispers into the night, her voice filled with hope and desire. "I will do everything in my power to satisfy you." With that, she succumbs to the embrace of slumber, dreaming of the passionate encounter she so desperately craves.
And Without knowing that Theo sleep with peace like a baby, While his two closely knight's Lily and Ely caresses Him.. What a Waste...