[ She had never really thought about kinks to any great length back home. Upon arriving at the Academy she hadn't jumped into any and every bed. The youngest and only daughter of House Goneril was smarter than that. But when she did find someone she trusted - not loved because those were two very different things in her mind - sleeping them was still more of a means to an end. There hadn't been much time to explore the extent of her likes and dislikes and even less time to do so when the war began. Fucking at that point was a way to escape, warmth to share even if it was only for a little while.
Being called "princess" is one thing. But it would never have crossed her mind to think that she would have enjoyed being called it in a scenario like this. With Ragna's cock jutting out from between her breasts, rock hard and straining with the cum she wanted to be covered in - it drives her mad with want, stoking the warmth filling her core. The temporary removal of his length from between her breasts nearly has her protesting, tempting her to act more like a brat than a pouty princess except there's no way to disguise the way her eyes trail the movement of his cock tapping against her nor the hunger in her eyes that seems to gleam at his words.
It's probably a stark contrast to the way she gazes up at him so doe-eyed and innocent. But she has to play the part of daddy's princess well, doesn't she. There's no disguising the noise of want that croons from the back of her throat, the way heat blooms at the apple of her cheeks something desperate and wanting at being called princess. ]
Shoot your fat hot load over your princess. [ This time as she begins to move there's no languid motions to her teasing. They're purposeful as she fucks him fast and hard creating more wet, hot friction than she had before. ] And when you're done I want you to fuck me with that big messy cock of yours so you can feel how wet I am for you. [ The last word falls from her lips is both a coax and a plea wrapped into one. ] Please cum for me, Ragna.
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Being called "princess" is one thing. But it would never have crossed her mind to think that she would have enjoyed being called it in a scenario like this. With Ragna's cock jutting out from between her breasts, rock hard and straining with the cum she wanted to be covered in - it drives her mad with want, stoking the warmth filling her core. The temporary removal of his length from between her breasts nearly has her protesting, tempting her to act more like a brat than a pouty princess except there's no way to disguise the way her eyes trail the movement of his cock tapping against her nor the hunger in her eyes that seems to gleam at his words.
It's probably a stark contrast to the way she gazes up at him so doe-eyed and innocent. But she has to play the part of daddy's princess well, doesn't she. There's no disguising the noise of want that croons from the back of her throat, the way heat blooms at the apple of her cheeks something desperate and wanting at being called princess. ]
Shoot your fat hot load over your princess. [ This time as she begins to move there's no languid motions to her teasing. They're purposeful as she fucks him fast and hard creating more wet, hot friction than she had before. ] And when you're done I want you to fuck me with that big messy cock of yours so you can feel how wet I am for you. [ The last word falls from her lips is both a coax and a plea wrapped into one. ] Please cum for me, Ragna.