Chapter Four

She could feel a tug at her womanhood but attempted to ignore it. He bent down taking it in his mouth sucking and licking as he did so. She gave out a small whimper as he pulled her closer to him. He greedily sucked on one while pinching and teasing the other.

He let go and looked at her face which was flushed under her dark skin. He slid his fingers down to her womanhood and gently pressed a finger into her. His shaft throbbed in his as he felt her wetness. He wanted her even worse than before. She was all wet for him and he was going to have her breathless and unable to walk by the time the sun came up.

She wasn't looking at him but that was fine. He could tell she was enjoying it even if she wasn't looking at him. Her nipples where hard from his suckling and her womanhood was wet just from that. He slid two fingers inside of her and she wrapped around him like a vice. He could only imagine what she would feel like around his thick member when he took her. He pumped her nice and slow just because he wanted to know the kind of sounds she would make.

She was biting the inside of her lip as he worked his fingers in and out. She was holding back.

'Did she not want me to hear?' the thought crosses his mind for a second.

"Don't be ashamed I want to hear you." He whispers to her pumping her bit faster curling his fingers up. She still wouldn't make a sound. Her body was shaking slightly as he slid his fingers in and out. He used his thumb and rubbed her sweet pearl and that seemed to do the trick.

"Aaaah~" She let out a small moan that was music to his ears. She nearly stumbled forward onto him if he didn't catch her fast. He slid his fingers out of her licking the juices off of them like a dog would a bone. Her eyes nearly came out of her head as she watched him do so. He looked at her eyes filled heavy with lust and passion taking her hand in his and leading her to the bed.

"Lay down and spread your legs for me." The prince says untying the knot from his silk night shorts. She lies on the soft mattress and looks at him then to the other side of the room pressing her forearms to her eyes to shield herself. She slowly opens herself to him and he stares in awe. The meal he has been so hungry for he thought he might die. He wanted to taste her and so he did.

A prince never got on his knees and they definitely never did what he was about to do to the slave girl. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed placing his hands on her hips locking her in place. She looked down at him unsure of what was going on. When she moved her forearm all she could see was the top of his head nestled between her legs.

She was confused as this had never happened to her before. She wasn't really sure what was going on or what he was about to do. But when his warm tongue licked the slits of her womanhood her body rejoiced in pleasure. He took notice of this and licked her again with more pressure. She tasted like rose water and every lick he gave she gave back in the sound of a moan. He was enjoying her and he was throbbing in his hand as he pumped himself.

 He ran his tongue over her pearl and across her wet center making her shudder.

The honey-eyed girl moans were hushed but luscious. They hung in the air melting.

The prince licked and fingered her through building waves of orgasm. Her body shook and her fingers gripped on the silk bedspread. She was moaning and it was all for him.

He kissed her there and stood up to look at her. She had her hands over her eyes biting her lip in a sensual way. Her legs quaked at the sudden loss of his tongue. He reached down moving her arm off her eyes. He was surprised when he saw her kohl-smeared eyes blooming with tears.

'Did she dislike what I just did.' He doubted himself. She was moaning so he automatically assumed she was enjoying it. Now he was worried since this was supposed to be a wonderful experience for both of them.

"Did you not like that?" He says looking at her. She did enjoy it very much. He did something that she had never felt before. She couldn't control herself when he licked her there. She felt embarrassed that her body ignored her own thoughts.

"Yes, Ouji-Sama I did." She says as she wipes her tears.

"Then why are you crying?" He says shifting from foot to foot.

"Because it felt good Ouji-Sama..." She pauses. "No one has ever done that before." She says turning her head away. A smile formed on his face to know that he was the first one to give her pleasure. He crept his way onto the bed placing each elbow on the side of her head forcing her to look up at him.

"Have you been with a man?" He asked even though he knew the answer. She had a brief encounter with one of the kitchen staffs. He had Batu be his eyes and ears and shadow her every move whenever he could. He reported to his prince and in turn, he had the man flogged to death.

"Were you willing?" He needed to know. Not that he really had to if he wanted he could take her fast and hard. He was a prince it was his right. But he didn't want to treat her like a mere slave girl even though she was. Tonight she was his lover that he would treat like a rare flower.

"Yes, Ouji-sama." She nods as she looks at in the eyes not that she could look anywhere else. He dips his face down into the crook of her neck kissing her softly. He brings his hands to the junction of her legs spreading them wider than they already were. Slipping his fingers against her opening and made a growl in the back of his throat.

"You're so wet." He says rubbing circles on her nub lifting his head up to watch her face. Her face contorted as he rubbed her fast and hard he could feel his seed seeping out. He was going to take her now like he did in his fantasy's.

He rubbed his member on her coating himself in her wetness. He slid in groaning into her neck. Never in his life had he had someone so wet and tight. She moaned out as he pumped himself into her.

Slowly he pulled in and out relishing in the feeling as her legs shook and every time she whimpered. Every time he moved out, he would slowly glide back in she would make new noises but tried to keep quiet.

"You don't have to be so quiet I want to hear you." He says grabbing her leg hosting it up on his shoulder looking at her face contorting.

"Fuck." He says cringing a bit. He was a prince and they never used words like that. They were meant for the lower class. But he couldn't help it and he didn't care at the moment the feeling around his cock was too intense. She moaned and gripped his shoulders and held onto him. He pushed on harder and faster than before his hips moved at an inhuman pace.

She cried out not able to hold it back anymore. He turned her on her side and spooned her lifting her leg up. Thrusting into her deeper she sang like a beautiful songbird.

He pulled out of the warm wet sheath and flipped her onto her back marveling at her rear. He pushed down on the center of her back to make her body arch. He rubbed himself on her again and slid in hearing her songs again. She was breathless fingers gripping onto his silk sheets as he took her from the rear.

He felt like a dog as took her watching her backside jiggle as he pounded into her. She tightened every time and on instinct, he brought his hand down her bum causing her to scream. He wasn't sure if it was out of pain or pleasure but her center clenched so he did it again. He bent over her pulling her face to his kissing her.

He shouldn't be kissing her she was a slave and to his royal family, she was dirty and not worthy of such a loving gesture. But he didn't care as long as he could feel the vibrations of her moans on his tongue. He wrapped her legs around his waist pounding her hard and fast. And she screamed every time he hit a spot deep inside of her. Every time he hit that special sweet spot she gotten wetter than before almost as if he was taking the water right from out of her.

He didn't want to stop but he felt his end coming near. Pulling out again he flipped her on her back wanting to look at her as he came inside of her. Her eyes were glazed over her hands were once more wrapped around his neck. He kissed her lips with a deep passion as he pushed inside again groaning in her mouth. 

He finally had his meal and he was just about satisfied. They moaned together and she clenched around him as he spilled his hot seed deep inside of her. Releasing with a low gurgled moan he pumped her a few more times. He slowly pulled out of her rolling to the empty space of the bed shutting his eyes. He needed to take a few breaths to gather himself.

He could feel her moving off the bed. He grabbed her arm quickly and gave her a curious look. She looked back at him with confusion.

"I'm not finished with you yet come lay back down." It might have been a bit too harsh in tone, but he didn't want her to go. She was taken aback. She assumed that once he was finished she would be able to leave. Clearly, that was not the case.

"I have duties in the kitchen I must attend to in the morning." She says with a look of worry on her face. He was sure they would find someone to take over her shifts if need be. Ying Yue knew where she was and so did all the other servant girls.

"I'm sure they found someone to cover your work." He says patting the spot next to him. She obliges and lays on the bed with him shut sighed and pulled her closer to him breathing in her scent. She smelled like sex.

"You know I dream about you at night." He says kissing the back of her neck he could feel her take a breath. He licked her neck experimentally.

'Was she sensitive on her neck too?' he has heard of parts on a woman being extremely sensitive. He kissed her there again feeling her spine lockup. But he was too tired to indulge in her pleasures again. She didn't give him an answer to his saying so he continued as he felt up her breast which were sore from his teasing and sucking.

"I think about you riding me like a stallion while I watch your teats bounce in front of my face." He says pinching her nipples her breath was now shallow and uneven.

'Why is he telling me this?' She didn't mean to moan at his words but her body was betraying her own thoughts as if it had a mind of its own. He kissed her neck again grinding his soft member into her bottom.

"Do you like it when I tell you my darkest desires?" He asks he could feel his face turn pink at his own words. He had never talked like this to any woman. Not that he's had taken any other woman outside of his harem. But he rarely ever indulged in them.

"Yes, Ouji-sama." Her voice was raspy and breathy and she was all hot and clammy. She didn't like the way her body was going against every existence of her being. In the end, she was a woman and she longed for the touch of a man whether a noble or kitchen servant.

 "I'm going to fuck you into my mattress before the sun comes up." This makes her throat tighten and her center throb. "But for now we sleep." He says relaxing wrapping his arms around her.