A Starving Heart

Everything was too hot; like an inferno.

Drowning in her pheromones, Rhaegar's body burned with lust as well, every part of him was filled with the heat that could only be satiated by Lorelai. 

"More... I need more..."

Lorelai moaned as she, too, finally got a taste of the king's passion. Once the initial shock had passed, the stimulant took over again, and she could not help but desperately plead for Rhaegar to saturate her too. 

He willingly obeyed. His large member rubbed all of her insides, moving between her wet, heated walls. She felt like she was going to go insane every time he moved; like there was no spot on or in her body that could ignore his presence inside her.

Continuing his vigorous movements, Rhaegar's hands reached for the princess' swollen chest. His calloused fingers glazed over her porcelain skin, pinching and twisting. Rising and falling, her breasts responded to his touch, inviting him to do more.