Laele was glad for the way her mind narrowed down to a point when his cock head brushed her tongue, taking over her senses briefly. Keeping the murmurs and commentary out of her nervous little ears if only for a moment. Allowing herself to hyperfocus, however, only lasted so long. The murmurs and sighs around her slowly creeping back in as his hand threaded into those silky white hairs. Curling in the messy tufts atop her head as she stared up again, drawn to the sound of her own voice. It wasn't a new perspective, she spent most of her life looking up to him, though the weight in her mouth was still new. She tried to tell herself it was like the bathhouse-- but it wasn't, not entirely. He knew it to be her at the very least, and beyond that, there was many more watching than her ever constant-companion the slime and some water-woman.
She made a small grunting noise at the feel of the grind, but other than that, it seemed the King wasn't privy to much more of her attention in that moment. Instead allowing herself to work against the tip, hands sliding down to allow her mouth a little more space. It was clear she'd probably not fit all of him without a great deal more work, but that didn't mean she had entirely forgotten her lessons. The tip already dripping with saliva as she worked over what she could fit, hands spreading that wetness downward, touching every inch she couldn't tuck away into her mouth.
It wasn't a curious swallowing of his shaft like he might have gotten from the Fae woman, but there was no missing the slow, almost loving ministration. Careful touches and closely watching eyes, making sure each reaction was a good reaction. Working her way back and forth she fell into a small pace with the help of his hands. Working herself over every bit she could fit, ignoring the small dribbles of wetness already running down her chin. Inexperience left her more messy than most, but that didn't stop those soft pink lips from gliding along his shaft, sucking here or there, her cheeks hollowing out a bit as her eyes fluttered closed. Trying her best to focus back on him, even if it wasn't the same as earlier.
The crowd felt it too, lulled into a slow, building pleasure, little shocks of satisfaction following as he nudged to the back of her mouth. She seemed to at least be allowing herself to enjoy it, or perhaps was being accidentally overtaken by the echo of his own pleasure as it tingled through her body. Either way, she had fallen in tune with him, and thus, some of the worry and fear left her features. Instead succumbing to easier instincts, filling her mouth with more of him at every chance.
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She made a small grunting noise at the feel of the grind, but other than that, it seemed the King wasn't privy to much more of her attention in that moment. Instead allowing herself to work against the tip, hands sliding down to allow her mouth a little more space. It was clear she'd probably not fit all of him without a great deal more work, but that didn't mean she had entirely forgotten her lessons. The tip already dripping with saliva as she worked over what she could fit, hands spreading that wetness downward, touching every inch she couldn't tuck away into her mouth.
It wasn't a curious swallowing of his shaft like he might have gotten from the Fae woman, but there was no missing the slow, almost loving ministration. Careful touches and closely watching eyes, making sure each reaction was a good reaction. Working her way back and forth she fell into a small pace with the help of his hands. Working herself over every bit she could fit, ignoring the small dribbles of wetness already running down her chin. Inexperience left her more messy than most, but that didn't stop those soft pink lips from gliding along his shaft, sucking here or there, her cheeks hollowing out a bit as her eyes fluttered closed. Trying her best to focus back on him, even if it wasn't the same as earlier.
The crowd felt it too, lulled into a slow, building pleasure, little shocks of satisfaction following as he nudged to the back of her mouth. She seemed to at least be allowing herself to enjoy it, or perhaps was being accidentally overtaken by the echo of his own pleasure as it tingled through her body. Either way, she had fallen in tune with him, and thus, some of the worry and fear left her features. Instead succumbing to easier instincts, filling her mouth with more of him at every chance.