She couldn't help the sounds that escaped, the little whines and gasps-- she was already sensitive, but something about the king's touch made her more so. Made her feel all hot and twisted on the inside. She had felt that way before; walking in the woods, and she realized it was similar. An infection inside of her that was spreading, making her squirm in his lap and pant a little. It wasn't the same as her private time with her Father, there was something else about that, something that was missing now-- but it was getting hot rather quickly. She swallowed hard, trying to keep quiet as the hands tweaked her again and her little thighs twitched. "Ahn..."
Was he here to rescue her, like he always had? She was hopeful but confused. Did she want to be rescued? It felt really good. Her breath came out in a hot puff, as she felt his hands slide up from her slim frame and around her ears. Covering her from hearing the conversation. She knew something must have been up, considering the way everyone was watching, the look on her father's face. But then it changed, and so did Laeles, looking at him with a hazy sort of confusion, maybe a little desperation there.
She didn't like that look-- she couldn't think of many situations in her life when she saw him look unsure, or lost. She wanted to run and hug him, and that was evident in her own expression. She wanted to make everything better, but she just... couldn't move. The cock under her backside felt like fire and she squished her legs together, trying to hide her embarrassment. The heat was coming back.
"I'm sure I know a few boys who would love to break in a new girl." The woman offered from the side, looking rather self-satisfied. She leaned against the table, breasts now spilled out with no concern. It became evident easily enough that this party wasn't just for food and drink. "I promise they'll be gentle, it's not the first virgin they've played with." She raised her brows, one leg sliding open, letting him view just a bit up her ruffled skirts if he dared to look. "Then you can attend to a real woman." She huffed a laugh as the other shoulder of her peasant blouse slid off of her shoulders, another female fae already tasked with burying into her chest.
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Was he here to rescue her, like he always had? She was hopeful but confused. Did she want to be rescued? It felt really good. Her breath came out in a hot puff, as she felt his hands slide up from her slim frame and around her ears. Covering her from hearing the conversation. She knew something must have been up, considering the way everyone was watching, the look on her father's face. But then it changed, and so did Laeles, looking at him with a hazy sort of confusion, maybe a little desperation there.
She didn't like that look-- she couldn't think of many situations in her life when she saw him look unsure, or lost. She wanted to run and hug him, and that was evident in her own expression. She wanted to make everything better, but she just... couldn't move. The cock under her backside felt like fire and she squished her legs together, trying to hide her embarrassment. The heat was coming back.
"I'm sure I know a few boys who would love to break in a new girl." The woman offered from the side, looking rather self-satisfied. She leaned against the table, breasts now spilled out with no concern. It became evident easily enough that this party wasn't just for food and drink. "I promise they'll be gentle, it's not the first virgin they've played with." She raised her brows, one leg sliding open, letting him view just a bit up her ruffled skirts if he dared to look. "Then you can attend to a real woman." She huffed a laugh as the other shoulder of her peasant blouse slid off of her shoulders, another female fae already tasked with burying into her chest.