Bump in the night. | By : unicornlord Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 6107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Amalia gasped as she was pulled from the garden, into the bushes. Spun round, and nearly toppled over Yugo, who was quick to silence her with a shush. She smiled, and giggled quietly, as she kissed the Elitrope King on the lips softly.
Many things had happened since that night. Qibly was gone, his lies and deception brought to light, and Yugo's true status as the crowned royalty was officially acknowledge by King Oakheart and the council of 12. (the Brakmar prince spouted some nonsense, but Adamai had none of it.) Pharis was training Yugo, harder everyday, to be a king for his people when it came time.
And Eva's belly had gotten bigger with each passing day. As had her mood swings. Grovy had had the worst time figuring out the case of such issues, even with the explanations from Amalia, Ruel, and even Alibert (who kindly offered his services in preparing a few meals for the expecting mother.).
As the kissed deepened, she pushed him along, gently, pinning him against tree nearby. Pulled back, smiling as his eyes, again, where slow to open, savoring the taste of her lips. “Yugo, enough, you're going to get us intro trouble.” She chastised. He'd managed to seduce her earlier that day, as she went to her bath, Yugo had managed to teleport past the guards, and of course, had to be rewarded for his bravery.
Yugo as grown addicted to her, it seemed, trying everything in his power to get her alone for a little while. Not that she minded, of course. Or, blamed him. She was divine, as all princesses should be.
He pulled her towards her, feeling every bit of her flesh he could get her hands on. He traced the curve of her hips softly with his finger, earning a shiver as he reached in down her leaf skirt. As usual, she wore nothing to hinder his roaming fingers.
She gasped as she felt him grab her rear, laughing and pulling away from their heated kiss. “Yugo, enough.” She tutted. “Later. Meet me in my room again.”
Yugo whimpered. “But!” Amalia looked down. Poor Yugo was pitching a tent that could fit a whole boufball team. She sighed, and tugged at his shorts. Rubbed the outside a little.
“Fine, but you owe me.” She tugged his short down just enough to free him, her face filling with a deep red lust as she eyed her property. Even with her 'stern' refusal, she couldn't help be feel a familiar yearning begin to form into her thighs. “Just this...”
It was more for herself this time, as she licked length tortuously slow and precisely. Yugo shut his eyes, his head skyward, landing a single hand on her head. She kissed the head, swirling her tongue around, then planted a row of kisses along the side, finishing around her marking she constantly reenforced.
All the while she kept her eyes on him, smirking seductively as she watched him grimace in pleasure. She laid a final kiss on the tip, then pushed the thick rod past her lips and down her throat. His breath caught as she touched base, a practiced trick. Her lips sealed him in, and she began.
Back and forth, she rocked her head, reveling in the taste. He bit his lip, trying no to alert the guards surely patrolling nearby. Amalia grew even more devilish, and hummed as she sucked him, rearing back to cover just the head of him, then back down in one long motion.
“Ami...” He whispered. She smiled as he looked down, wincing and breathe ever more harder. She knew he wasn't going to last long. She came off him with a pop.
“In my mouth... I don't want to get dirty.” She took him back in, using her hand to stroke him in tandem. Her hazel eyes locked on his.
“Ami... Ami... AMI!” She felt his thick cream leave his pulsing member, hitting the back of her throat, a exotic, erotic drink she enjoyed earning. She gulped him down, never taking her stare away. Stream after stream she was rewarded, thick and creamy as the last. A gift of youth, or maybe a little of Yugo's race.
He finally calmed, and when she popped off for a second time, he fell to his knees. “Thanks, Amalia.”
“That should hold you.” She sighed; she would never admit to him how aroused she was right now, her thighs slickening under her skirt. As she stood and turned, she felt her skirt rise. She immediately grabbed Yugo's wrists. “Y-Yugo! I said no!” She tried to bark angrily.
As she felt him nestle his still raging member between her cheeks, she felt his lips reach the center of spine, and she could only chirp as he laid kisses along her spine.
“Y-Yugo, Dammit!” She moaned he merciless rubbed himself against her.
“You think I can't she you dripping, Amalia?” He mocked, playful as ever. “I can't leave my princess unsatisfied.”
She chirped as his roaming hands cupped her ample chest, rubbing and teasing with practiced expertise. She bit her lip to stop her cries as she felt his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned as they pinched and pulled on her, and her breath caught as one began to trail downward across her chest.
“S-stop, Yugo...” She tried, weakly, to fight off his advances.
She hated to admit it, but she loved him like this. He was normally so submissive, reluctantly obeying her orders. It was amazing when he finally gave into his urges, and took her with all the ferocity a young boy could muster. The episode at the beach had been especially fun; if it hadn't been Evangelyne body-guarding, he would have surely been chained in the dungeon.
His fingers pulled the front her skirt up, tugged her shirt down, exposing her in the middle of the garden. She's all but given up resisting, her mind numbing to the pleasure of his ministrations. She chirped as his fingers danced over her clit. She gasped for air as she was assaulted for all corners.
Sighing and moaning as she felt his thick, hard member rear back. Then...
“Ah? AH! AH! Y-YUGO!?” She couldn't believe it. Her eyes shot open as the pain shot through her. She couldn't breathe, her body stiffened. “STOP!” She yelled.
He opened his eyes, looking up at her tearing face. “What's wrong, Ami?” His voice filling with worry.
“You... you... put it... in... the wrong... hole...” She gasped. Yugo looked down, panicking as he finally saw the error that had put her in so much pain; He was firmly between her voluptuous rear.
“Amalia! I-I'm sorry!” He tried to pull out, but she held in place by his butt.
“DON'T MOVE!” She huffed. “Just... give me a minute... to prepare myself.”
Yugo took a deep breath, holding as still as he could. It was hard, the tightness of her rear felt so good, it's virgin canals squeezing down on his invading member so tightly he swore it would pop off.
She gasped she felt him plunge a little deeper in. “YUGO!” she gasped. “W-what are you, ngh, do-ah!?”
“I'm sorry, Ami, but it feels too good.” He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, sending her to the tip of her toes, which was oddly helpful, letting him pull out quicker, helping him pace along. She gasped as he pressed painfully back into her.
And found herself in an odd predicament; the pain was slightly lessening. Her loins were still burning, her body flushed with the perverseness of it all. And slowly, she felt herself chirping more and more in pleasure.
She... surely couldn't be enjoying it up her butt, could she? “Yugo... stop...”
He was lost to her, pumping with every increasing vigor, his boyish mind broken by her body's wonderful pleasures. He brought his hand back to her chest, squeezing and pinching them roughly. Amalia moaned and gasped as she felt herself slowly succumbing. “Yugo... Yugo!”
She began to buck back into him, the sounds of her plump rear slapping against his groin growing louder with each thrust. She chirped and gasped as his thick meat penetrated her formerly virgin hole.
“Ami... sit down.” He pulled her down with him, and she chirped from the suddenly jolt of Yugo pushing in deeper as she settled onto his lap. She laid back, laying back across him as they laid in the grass, panting for more.
“I'm so... perverted.” Ami sighed. “It feels so weird. But... so good.”
Some twisting was required for their lips to meet. It was tender, no tongue. More of an apology kiss. Sorry, Amalia, it said.
“Do you want to keep going?” He asked as he used his free hand to trace the line down the center of her stomach. Amalia's hand joined his as she thought about it. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little...” She cooed. “I'm more concerned about somebody seeing us.”
At that, she gasped as she felt him thrust into her. She writhed in pleasure as he pumped as much as he could into her. She chirped and moaned and lifted her hips, then slamming them back down with a loud slap. His labored breath tickled her ear as she worked to meet her halfway, trying to press more and more into her voluptuous bottom.
They could only hear the sound of their loving making. Amalia couldn't fight her chirps anymore; she loved it. It was dirty, perverted, wrong, but she loved feeling him deep inside her bowels. “More, Yugo.” She whispered into his ear lustfully.
He grunted, obliging her. She gasped as he pounded his hip into her. “Harder, Yugo~!” She chirped. She reared up, straddling him, pounding her hips on his waist. She grabbed her breasts, rubbing them, pinching her nipples.
She was so close. She could feel it. “More, Yugo!” She cried.
“I'm... almost....” Yugo grunted.
“More!” She ordered.
“Amalia!”
“Yugo!”
“What in Sadida!?”
Amalia gasped as he felt Yugo shoot into her, her eyes shooting open. In her pleasured hazed vision, stood a wide eyed King Oakheart. Just behind that, Amalia's body guard, Evangelyne, whom, no doubt, tried to fight off this moment as best she could.
Even as she eyed her father, she could no longer stop herself. Her mouth opened, and breathless she screamed in pleasure, her body tightening, lighting shooting through her mixing with the panic of being caught. She didn't know what to do.
So instead she did what she knew: Fell back onto the wide-eyed, and very awake, Yugo, and turned away from the onslaught they were both in for.
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