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flood washing over her. It helped that Mikhael had shifted, pulling her up from on all fours to drop her weight onto him and give her lungs the freedom and pressure to wail out all the air in her body.
    T he pampered little princess near fainted from the long overdue peak of it all as her body convulsed and twitched around his impaling cock. His arms were around her, and she knew, through the hazy blur of thrumming passion, that she’d have fallen limp without him. The sound of Mikhael’s soft chuckling reverberated through her as she felt his hands tenderly stroking and holding her body steady, leaving her to ride out the pangs and jolts of it all blissfully.
    “ Mmn, they really do pamper you, huh.” He teased, his tone filling and vibrating off her core as he gently pulled back and out, kissing a trail from the Princess’ cheek to down her spine. The feel of his hands never left her body, stroking and holding to her tenderly as she rode out the erratic bursts and quivers of bliss.
    “Haah, well of course they do.” Katalyne grumbled, half-heartedly from the hazy height of pleasure her climax wrapped in Mikhael’s arms had given her. There was movement, heaving and seeming to float. It didn’t last long before the Princess felt the assuredness of a bed under her. The feel made her squirm and snuggle into the soft mat as she lazily looked up at the man who’d carried her.
    “You never do, though.” She murmured lazily, coiling an arm around his neck as he leant in over her. Feeling his hard shaft brush her thigh made the princess shiver and squirm as he lowered down to lie over her. Her Huntsman was not done with her either, it seemed.
    “Of course not.” He simply agreed, gently hoisting and moving her leg aside to shift in. For all Katalyne expected what was coming, the stab of rigid warmth was electric to her overly sensitive mounds, making her back arc and hips slide down onto the Huntsman’s not yet sated shaft with a sharp, panting moan as he hushed her and slid all the way down.
    The sensation was raw lightning splitting her open now, enough to make Katalyne’s legs snap around his waist as soon as any life returned to them. The numbing tingle to rush through her made her whimper and pant softly as her body was smothered into his.
    “Mh-Mikhael…” The overly sensitive and pampered girl of a Princess whined, staring up with wide , almost timidly afraid eyes as her Huntsman began to move, rocking her whole being with his every slow motion. While not nearly as fast as before, every deliberate, deep thrust sent a raw slick of pleasure through her body, making Katalyne quiver and clench on Mikhael’s shaft with every motion.
    The intensity of it drew pain like friction drawing sparks, but it was a good, delicious sort of pain for the girl surrounded by people intent on her not feeling much at all. She wanted the pain, pleasure and everything that made up her Huntsman to take, ravage, mark and break her. His pace quickened, and Katalyne felt hotter than when she’d laid before the open fire.
    Hugging herself tightly around his broad shoulders, struggling to keep her hands where she wanted them , the princess dug her nails into his back to ride out the wracking bursts of blazing pleasure rushing through her. Her Huntsman simply continued undeterred, pressing his lips to hers, to her neck and holding her tightly throughout the torrent of unquenchable passion and mating that gripped his pistoning shaft from every side.
    He knew she wanted to be push ed, and knew she could take riding out his lust until he was satisfied. The quickening, erratic thrusts and directions he took said it would not be long, if only she could hold on for dear life.
    For all Katalyne twisted and writhed, gasped and moaned, Mikhael neither slowed nor stopped until a second, agonising orgasm rolled through her. The sweet little Princess’ eyes rolled up in her head before she squinted her eyes shut and clamping down on him to milk