Royal Duty: Closed Thread

It hung there in the air, her offer to teach him more. Is that what he wanted? The answer was yes. He smiled. “I would like to learn from you.”

As she stood, he likewise rose to his feet. He found though that he wished the night was not so soon over. “You are right I am quite tired, though I will admit that I wish our time together was not done tonight. I have found myself enjoying my time with you. You have made me feel… special.” He shrugged, “You seem to see me in ways others don’t.”

His eyes caught a look of her breasts. He smiled at the sight. “Let me know when you think you could teach me some of those things.” He said softly.
 
This was easier than she thought. He was responding to her, asking her to teach him more, wishing he could spend more time with her tonight. Though Eleanor knew it was in bad taste to seduce the late king's brother on the night of his funeral, Ellie found her late husband to be the furthest thing from her mind. She felt warmed by his presence. When she stood back to her full height, he was still looking at her, eyes pointed at her ample bosom.

Ellie was relieved he was a hot-blooded man indeed. Emboldened under his gaze, Eleanor approached him. She grasped his hands in hers and leaned upward to capture his lips with hers once again. "You are special," she said softly against his lips, and then she was kissing him deeper than before, rubbing her wine-stained tongue against his. Her hands stayed respectfully within his, but her body did seem to gravitate towards him of its own accord, and soon her breasts were pressed against his hard, muscular chest. Her body warmed from the taste of him, the feeling of his lips against hers.
 
She stepped closer after he spoke. He gave her his hands without complaint. He liked the feel of her hands, they were soft, and the connection was something he was growing fond of. As she grew closer, he had to look down to meet her gaze, such was their height difference.

Then she was leaning up, closing the gap to kiss him again. There was more body language in this kiss, her tongue pressed into his mouth and he could feel the press of her curves to his chest. He was startled at the moan that he made when her tongue brushed the roof of his mouth, when her breasts squished against his chest.

His hands reflexively tightened in her hands. When this kiss broke, he found himself gasping, and one of his hands slid from hers to run up her arm to her back keeping her from pulling back. “I’ve never felt like this before,” he said into the silence, the words brushing against her upturned lips. Then he did something he’d never done before, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time. He had kissed her back of course, but always before she had initiated each kiss. He did not do so with quite the confidence that she did, but he seemed to be learning.
 
His moan was quite possibly the best sound she'd ever heard. She wanted to make him make that sound again. She pressed her body even harder against him. He said he'd never felt like this before, and Eleanor had to agree. She couldn't recall even Jefferson making her feel this way, even in the beginning, when he was courting her.

She was going to say as much when Vallin initiated a kiss for the first time, cutting off her speech. It was Ellie's turn to moan this time and she moaned into his mouth, lips vibrating against his. Her hands moved from his to grasp his forearms instead, so their arms were to the side rather than between them. Eleanor learned her body close to his, finally able to press herself fully against him now their hands were out of the way. She moaned at the closeness and swept her tongue along his. Eleanor let her body relax in his arms. As she pressed her body tightly against him, she could feel his hardness against her many skirts. Eleanor felt a flood of heat.

"Oh - you feel so good," she moaned, then met his lips with her own once again, continuing their kiss.
 
The shift that put their body’s fully against one another made Vallin moan again. “You feel good too,” he said against her lips as they continued to kiss.

He slid his arms around her hugging her against him. “I wish to feel more, to learn more. Teach me my queen,” he whispered against her lips.
 
Teach him? He wanted her to teach him? Right now? Although she'd offered to do so, Queen Eleanor was not used to being the one in control and suddenly felt nervous, but also terribly excited. The idea of holding that power in the bedroom thrilled her. His request had sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. His arms felt so good around her, holding her tight.

"I will teach you, my King," she whispered against his lips. "I will show you the pleasure you deserve."

With that said Eleanor grabbed him by the hand and yanked him towards her bed chambers. Her whole body was tingling with excitement. When they entered, she shut the door behind them then resumed kissing him heatedly, pushing him towards her bed. She shoved him down so he bounced onto her pillows. She stood and slipped off her dress for him, leaving her in just her corset and stockings. Tanned, supple flesh burst over the top of her corset. She untied it as quick as she could with shaking fingers, staring boldly at Vallin as she did so. At last she stood nearly nude before him, in only her stockings, her big, beautiful breasts with hard nipples revealed fully to him. They seemed much bigger now they were free. Eleanor was a curvy, beautiful woman.

"Take off your pants," she said. It sounded more like a command than a request, though some uncertainly was in her voice at having demanded such a thing of a King. "Please," she added as an afterthought. She was breathless, standing before him nearly nude and bathed in moonlight, emerald eyes staring into his seductively.
 
She was willing, she said right now, or agreed to it, had he meant to suggest they do so right now? It made no matter, he wanted this wanted to know what this was all about.

His hand fit in hers again as she led him to the bed chamber. He returned her heated kisses, feeling her hands on his chest, backing him until his legs impacted the edge of the bed. He did not resist when she pushed him down. He watched her step back and begin to undress. He licked his lips as he watched her. He had never seen a naked woman and as her breasts were borne, he was fascinated. “They seem so much bigger without the corset,” he said, “So much freer. Softer.”

Her urging him to take off his pants, he reached for his pants, sliding them away. She had not said to but then removed his tunic as well. This left him nude before her. He flushed at being exposed to her. He was half hard resting against his body, the raging excitement she’d felt before fading a little with his nerves. However, he was still watching her wondering what came next.
 
Eleanor's breath was coming fast from excitement. His striking gaze alone was enough to shoot tingles through her body. She smiled when he spoke of her breasts, describing with surprising accuracy how much freer they must be without the burdensome corset. "I love being free like this," she said. She clasped her hands together, causing her soft breasts to squeeze together. "Where I'm from, women don't have to be so... squished up all the time." A small laugh escaped her lips at her own word choice.

Eleanor was moving fast, probably too fast, but she'd been taught to provide quickly for a man by her late husband, to always aim to please. She was so eager to please Vallin, to win his favor and secure her Kingdom's safety. But she was also just eager in general. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man so enthusiastically.

Vallin took his clothes off at her request and sat back on the bed, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to take the lead. Eleanor's emerald eyes drank in his naked form. He was magnificent. She was frozen for a moment.

Eleanor was a little stunned he was obeying her every word. She was also surprised and excited by how easy this had been! She felt a little bit like a young maiden again, in the days of dancing and courtship...even though what she was about to do was much more than courtship.

She licked her lips in anticipation then and knelt between his legs on the bed, her breasts between his thighs. Her soft orbs brushed his thighs as she leaned down and gave a tentative lick to his cockhead. She was too shy to look at him at first, so she stared decidedly on the task at hand and focused on how Jefferson had taught her to please a man.

Ellie grasped the base of Vallin's cock in her hands to hold him steady then slowly dragged her tongue up and down his member, urging him to grow harder. After running a few laps up and down his cock, she took the tip of it in her mouth, gently circled her tongue around the head. She moaned softly, a taught response to sucking a cock but in this instance entirely unbidden. Though she was in the submissive role sucking on him, for the first time she felt powerful. He wasn't telling her what to do, wasn't pulling her hair and slapping her cheek. He seemed to simply be enjoying himself. Eleanor realized she was too. She played with a hardened nipple as she continued sucking on his sensitive cockhead gently, her hands gently sliding up and down the base of his cock.
 
“I think it would be nice to see more women be less squished,” he said with a blush and smile. He watched her, finding he very much liked what he saw.

He obeyed her without question and sat waiting for her next move. He was not prepared for what came next. He felt those breasts brush the skin of his thighs. Then she licked the tip of his cock. It immediately jumped.

Inexplicably he blushed but moaned as his cock stood to attention. “What are you. Oh,” he whimpered a little as she licked his cock and then took it in his mouth. “That feels… wow.”

To then feel her hands, move with her mouth made him tremble. “Oh please,” he begged, not even sure what he was begging for.
 
Eleanor loved how quickly Vallin was responding to her. His cock twitched against her lips when she gave it a simple kiss. She flicked her tongue out and teased the tip, slid around and then brushed against the slit, urging him to grow harder for her. Her hands pumped the base gently but not with the same urgency as she typically did while performing fellatio, trying to make her partner come as fast as possible. No, with Vallin she took her time. She loved the way he was responding to her, at the words he was saying. He told her how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around him. He even begged her for more.

Eleanor moaned around his cockhead as a flood of heat rushed through her at his plea. Jefferson had never pleaded for anything. He had demanded. It was quite the contrast. Eleanor knew what Vallin's plea meant. He needed more. She wanted more too. She took more of him into her mouth, opened her jaws wide to accommodate him. She wiggled her tongue on the underside of his cock and sucked diligently, committed to his pleasure.
 
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Vallin wasn’t completely naïve. He had spent enough time in taverns and with commoners that he knew of this act. Fellatio it was called if he recalled. However, he had thought it was something only whores did. He remembered sailors talking about getting it from whores because their wives wouldn’t do such things. He remembered blushing at the stories.

If the sailor’s wives did not perform this act, they were greatly missing out on the level of pleasure they could cause their husband. The way he had blushed at the stories was nothing compared to how he blushed as she used her hands and mouth on him. His body had never experienced this before. Honestly, he had not known what the point was when others had bragged about a roll in the hay with a maid or kitchen wench or bar maid. He had not known what the fuss was all about. Vallin was certain someone had told him it felt good, but nothing was like this.

At that time in their kingdom masturbation was not taught to the young of Vallin’s kingdom. That was something the “savages” of Eleanor’s island did. So, it was a good bet the young knight had never even cum before. For the first time to be in the mouth of such a beauty, many would be jealous of Vallin were they to learn that.

She slowly took more and more. “Gods,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt so.” His entire body shivered as his cock swelled even more. His body trembled and his hands flailed about trying to find something to hang onto, settling on the headboard which conveniently had vertical polls to hold onto. “Please,” he repeated.
 
Vallin praised the gods and begged her for more. It was that gruff begging of his that finally gave her the courage to look up at him. She met his eyes as she continuing bobbing up and down on his cock, her hands working in tandem with her mouth as she worshiped him. He gripped the headboard and she felt his cock swell in her mouth. She sped up her movements in excited anticipation of his cum. Though she was on her knees she felt powerful to be able to give Vallin such a great feeling of pleasure.

Eleanor licked him up and down rapidly. She was good at this, but not due to the reasons one may think. Although her homeland of the Summer Isles was much more liberal than this land where they stuffed their women into tiny corsets, it's not like princesses were encouraged to give blowjobs left and right. No, Eleanor had learned her technique from Jefferson. He'd drilled it into her... literally. He'd expected her to be an exotic, adventurous lover, and had been quite disappointed when he'd had to teach her the simplest of acts like pleasing a man with her mouth. Over the years he had trained Eleanor to perfectly adhere to his needs. She'd please him methodically, driven by duty, but this time she was doing this for Vallin of her own accord.

Ellie's bright green eyes took in Vallin's handsome form as he writhed under her touch and wet mouth. She moved her hands lower on his cock so she could slide her mouth down just a little deeper, let his cockhead gently bump the back of her throat. Vallin was so handsome lost to his pleasure like this. She wanted the thrill of his cum jetting into her mouth, wanted to be the one to give such pleasure to such a strong, gentle, kindhearted man.
 
Her eyes met his. Green to blue. It was like sparks flew from them, sparkling between them. He opened his mouth as if to say something and then let it close again. The look in her eyes said she was enjoying this, that she wanted to do this. Not that he didn’t think she did, but knowing his brother it was probably some sort of expectation. He wanted it to be different with him. That being said he wasn’t going to stop her.

He watched her soft hands move a little, watched her take more. “Oh,” he whispered. He could feel her breasts caressing his thighs as she worshiped his penis. “Please,” he whispered.

Vallin could feel something building inside him. He didn’t know what it was but it started low in his body and started to grow. With each movement with each second that passed it grew and grew until it exploded.

Vallin’s first orgasm was almost violent the way his body jerked and convulsed. His cock erupted into her mouth. He didn’t know enough to warn her. He didn’t know what was happening. He would have been frightened, if he didn’t enjoy the feeling so very much. “Oh goddess. Oh wow.” He was panting, little high-pitched whimpers vied for attention with low groans of pleasure as he came for her.
 
As Vallin came, Eleanor held herself down on his cock, her mouth wrapped around the base, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. Instinctively she braced herself for a rough face fucking during his finale, to get her hair pulled and maybe get slapped around a little bit, but no violent finale came. Instead, Vallin was still gripping the bedposts and staring into her eyes. Eleanor moaned at the expression on his face and the sounds he was making. She swallowed every last drop of semen he had to offer.

When she finally pulled off of him, her lips were puffy and a small drop of cum stained them. Ellie flicked her tongue out and licked it up, still staring right at him. She was breathing deeply, her breasts rubbing against his thighs gently. Her whole body was tingling all over. It had been quite some time since she'd felt even a fraction of this excitement.

She placed one hand on his thigh then settled in beside him, laying on her side. "How was your first lesson?" she joked, She propped herself up on her elbow and she was looking at him with a smile. His reaction had turned her on so much.
 
Vallin could feel her swallowing something as the pleasure flowed through him. He’d never gone through this before. He wanted to ask questions. He knew he would have to and hoped she would not judge him too harshly.

As she pulled off of him and licked the white drop of cum and he was subsiding into relaxation he felt her hand brush his thigh as she lay beside him. His arm naturally circled her shoulders.

“I did. I’ve never felt anything like that before. I do have questions though.” He said eyes looking down at her now. “That white stuff you licked from your lips, is that something I produced/? You seemed to be swallowing during the experience.” He didn’t have the word for it. “Is that what they call an orgasm, is that what happened to me?” he asked, his mind working a mile a minute to make connections with things he knew about theoretically only.

His fingers stroked her hair as he asked her questions. He could have braced him for the humiliation of her condescension over his questions but he did not, he was too relaxed, that had felt too good, her hand on his leg continued to feel too good, and his cock was still mostly hard even after that.
 
Eleanor had not expected post-orgasmic bliss for Vallin would be a new experience. She thought he was joking at first. What young man hadn't experienced an orgasm, at least from his own hand? She studied his face carefully. He looked quite serious, but it was genuinely hard to believe! She couldn't hide the surprise on her face as she answered, "Yes, that was an orgasm. The white stuff is semen and if you... cum into a woman, she might get pregnant. Oh, but don't worry about me. It only works if you cum in a certain place, you know where..." she trailed off. Describing how sex worked to Vallin made her blush more than she had while performing a sexual act on him!

She felt his hands stroking her dark wavy hair. His touch was soft and gentle; it made it a little easier to answer his question. She snuggled closer to him.
 
She was patient in her explanations. Though, she seemed surprised that he was asking these things. He wanted to apologize for his ignorance but didn’t.

“I have heard of these things in theory but have not seen them in action.” He explained, “Most of it heard in taverns and with the common folk. Everyone told me I’d enjoy orgasms; I very much find they were right.” He smiled.

“Yes, the semen has to go inside, between your legs to cause pregnancy. That’s why the sailors all seem to like when, uh…” he paused, “When ladies of the night finish them with their mouths so they will not make more children.” He finished. He did not want her to think he was comparing her to a whore though.

He reached with his free hand to stroke fingertips down her shoulder and arm, slowly nearing her breast. “That felt amazing. You…. You have given me a gift. Please will you teach me now how to return the favor? he asked, “Surely I can give you an orgasm as well?” he asked as his hand slid down to cover hers where it lay on his thigh.
 
Eleanor knew he didn't mean it when he made the comment about the women in the whore houses. It didn't surprise her that her late husband had asked for an act that was common in whore houses. She sighed softly but otherwise didn't react to the comment.

He said what she gave him was a gift and he wanted to give her an orgasm as well. Eleanor immediately blushed. His coarse fingertips stroking down her arm and towards her breast suddenly felt like they were leaving a path of fire. "Oh, um, th-that's okay," Eleanor said, embarrassed, not entirely sure why she'd refused him.

His hand grabbed her thigh. She breathed faster, her breasts rising and falling enticingly. The light from the moon poured in from the window, bathing the beautiful, dark haried beauty in moonlight. Her nipples were so hard, giving away her desire. "You must be tired right? Maybe that's enough lessons for tonight..." she suggested, but her body language indicated differently. Her fingertips twitched, sandwiched between his hand and her upper thigh.

She just didn't know how to ask or even accept pleasure so she was nervous about Valin touching her. She'd never cum from a man. Whenever Jefferson had touched her it had been rough and painful, done as a show of ownership. Jefferson had never even offered pleasure. She suspected Vallin would be different, but she was still apprehensive. "I - I've never had an orgasm from a man before," she admitted softly, pleadingly, as if asking him to change that.
 
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Vallin heard her words. Her hand had been on his thigh but she had drawn it back to her on leg by the time he let his hand find hers. His touch was soft as he gently touched her hand. “I don’t want to push you. But I would really like to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” he explained. “I don’t think it would be any trouble.”

He looked surprised, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, considering what an inconsiderate ass my brother was. Please let me show you I can be better than him.”

Vallin didn’t really know if he would be any better, nor did he know what to do, but he wanted to please her. His hand stroked up her arm, stroking up the curve of her arm again toward her breast. “I can let you just go to bed if you really don’t want me to but I would really like to learn and please you in the process.”
 
Ellie had not expected this turn of events. She was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around... but if he wanted to return the favor, why shouldn't she embrace this new opportunity? His touch felt nice, his palm rough but warm on her arm, and it was steadily inching towards her breast.

"Very well," she agreed. "You may start by kissing me and keep touching my breasts like you're doing. Touch my body. Do what comes naturally."

Eleanor was giving him complete permission to her body, and she was excited about what they would discover together. She masturbated from time to time, she had a low libido these days, but she'd always enjoyed it when she did it, though it usually took her a while to get comfortable and reach orgasm. Being with Vallin had her libido racing and she wanted to feel more of him.

As they began to kiss and Vallin fondled her breasts, Eleanor reached down and pulled off her stockings. She shimmied out of them so they lay at the end of the bed. Eleanor and Vallin lay naked in the moonlight now, her soft, smooth body against his hard body, his hard manhood. Ellie reached down and grasped his hand. Slowly and shyly, she guided it between her legs. "You - you can touch me here," she said, blushing. "Gently."
 
Vallin was a bit surprised at her words. Keep touching her breast she said. He hadn’t yet dared to touch those yet. But he had gotten close. With permission he slowly let his fingertips brush over the swell of her breast. His fingertips brushed over her skin like an artist feeling the surface of a marble sculpture as if his fingers could feel things his eyes could not see. In fact, he closed his eyes to truly experience the full pleasure of touching her.

“They are very soft,” he whispered even as his fingertips brushed over the pucker of her nipple. “Well except for here,” he said softly.

He finally grew a bit bolder and as she kissed him again his hand cupped her breast fully feeling it’s weight, the way it squished under his touch. He was gentle, nay, reverent as he touched her. Again, like she was a fine work of art he might break.

It was very rapid when she guided his hand between her legs, urging him to touch her there, and admonished him to be gentle. Though each and every touch on him had been gentle so far, so this continued. He let his hand explore her outer lips, feeling how her body was different than his.

“So different from me,” he whispered as his fingers unintentionally parted her lips to find her wetness. “Oh, it is wet,” he whispered. “That means you enjoy what I’m doing, right?” he asked his eyes finding hers.
 
Eleanor blushed as Vallin explored her breasts with his inexperienced hands. He had closed his eyes as if to isolate the feeling of her soft breasts, and found that very sexy. He found a nipple and brushed his fingertips over it softly. Ellie gasped at the pleasure it brought, the gentle, finger light touch.

When they started kissing Vallin grew bolder, fully cupping her heavy breasts and squishing them gently. He was exploring her, fascinated by her even.

Her breath came quicker when she guided his exploration between her legs. He brushed his fingers against her labia, then pressed a little harder so the tips of his fingers slipped past the dark curls covering her pussy lips and graced against her wet slit.

"Ohhh!" Eleanor moaned as he touched her. He commented on her wetness, asked if she was enjoying what he was doing. "Ye-yes, it feels very good...please keep touching me, Vallin." Eleanor pleaded. He was being so gentle, exploring her slick lower lips carefully, finding the secrets of the female form. She spread her legs a wider for him, encouraging him. She still felt a little shy but the state of his hard cock and the eager look in his eyes told her he was at her command.
 
Vallin’s fingers slid slowly over her slick folds. His touch was tentative yet still sensual, as he used the natural lubrication to smooth his way as he probed the entrance to her pussy and then circled up and over her clit.

His eyes widened at the noise she made when he stroked over her clit. It didn’t exactly sound like pain, yet he checked. “Did I hurt you?” he asked his eyes meeting hers, concern in the blue gaze. He didn’t stop but he did not touch that place again until he heard back from her about it.
 
Vallin had an instinctual way of touching her. He was soft and sensual, careful. He used her natural lubrication to caress her inner lips, dampening them further. His fingers traced the outline of her opening. Eleanor breathed slowly and deeply. She had never been touched by someone this way. She supposed that maybe she should tell him exactly where to go, but she was genuinely enjoying his exploration. When he finally rubbed his fingers around and then over her clit, Eleanor made a soft, pleasured sound; her hips bucked involuntarily.

He looked at her, asking if he’d hurt her. His sensitive blue eyes met hers. His sensitive, curious look was in great contrast to the mature, gruesome scars that marred his face. He was still touching her, still teasing around her opening, running his fingers up and down her labia, but he didn’t touch her clit again. Eleanor shook her head. “No, no, not at all. Please… please touch me there again,” she begged, her shining emerald eyes boring into his. A blush colored her cheeks.

Ellie leaned back on the bed, opened her thighs a little wider for him. Her hand grasped his hand that was not touching her, while her other hand sought out his cock. It was just instinctual - she was uncomfortable receiving pleasure and granting nothing in return.
 
Vallin caressed her inner folds. It was a delicate exploration that was awaiting further guidance.

Then he got it. Her green eyes bore into him and she begged softly for him to touch there. So, it had been pleasuring after all. He slid his finger up her slit slowly until he came in contact with her clit again. He let the tip of his fingers circle and stroke over it. His mind gave it the proper name. Clitoris. It had to be. He had found it by accident, but it had to be that.

His eyes watched her pleasure as he continued to stroke her.
 
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