Kink Me! #24
Kink Me! #24
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"Let me," she whispered in reply, looking back slightly, moonlight catching on her eyelashes.
Lancelot stiffened slightly; he was still a man, and though one of honour, he had urges like any other. He could want and lust like any man, except he would hold it high, allow it to build yet never act upon it. He was a knight of Camelot and would not, under any circumstance, break such an oath.
Elena paid no mind, loosening Lancelot's other hand and leading it to the other side of her waist, settling back against him and taking the reins herself. The horse was at a walk now, neck low at the gentle pace, and Elena took the advantage to tie a knot in the reins.
When he saw what she was doing, Lancelot knew what would come next. Arthur had mentioned she was a spirited woman, unafraid to take what she wanted, and when her hips rocked back, ever so slightly, barely a touch, Lancelot understood what it was she wanted now.
"My lady," Lancelot said in warning, gripping her hips tightly, stilling the small motions she made in time with the horse's walk.
"Sir Lancelot," Elena countered, letting the reins fall from her hands and onto the horse's neck. It barely stirred, and Lancelot could see the triumphant smile on the princess' face as she tilted her neck again. "Please," she added in a whisper, and Lancelot felt his resolve begin to crumble.
She guided his hands to the pommel of the saddle, letting his fingers dance on the fabric of her dress. There was a tear in the fabric, Lancelot realised, and he could feel the warm flesh of Elena's thigh against his finger pads, just a bare reach away.
It would be so easy, Lancelot knew, to reach out and take what he desired, but he couldn't. Elena was a princess and a woman of honour, and despite Lancelot's shady past, he couldn't fall back into old habits.
"I mustn't," he said against her neck. "Do not tempt me," he pleaded softly, knowing he wouldn't last long if she kept pushing.
And push she did, sliding her hips back over the saddle, over the small bump of the pommel and against Lancelot. He responded eagerly, hand sliding down to press her further against him, but stopped just before he reached her skin, quivering in anticipation.
"Lancelot," Elena breathed, reaching a hand to cup his head and pull him into a gentle kiss, breaking through any of the barriers Lancelot had been hurriedly trying to construct.
His knuckles curled against the pommel of the saddle as Elena tilted her hips. He could feel the lips of her cunt, smooth and wet, and the point where they joined, the place he knew would pleasure her. Lancelot's touch was curious at first, tentative almost, until he moved with a little more force, pressing the heel of his palm down over the nerves and drawing a sharp, needy breath from Elena.
It was Elena, again, who shifted their positions, settling back onto Lancelot and forcing him to move forwards. The saddle posed little problem, being as flat as it was, with only a ride for the pommel, and Elena made sure she was tucked between Lancelot's thighs before she moved a hand between them, pushing down Lancelot's breeches and pushing up the cool chainmail.
She palmed his cock as someone who knew what she was doing, and Lancelot twitched in anticipation. Elena was a driven woman, someone who knew what she wanted and went for it, and she clearly wanted this. Lancelot was her prize, and he'd gladly let her take him.
She was already wet with anticipation, quivering as he moved between the lips of her cunt, and she sighed in need. He sank into her, joining their bodies, and groaned at the tight warmth, wanting nothing more than to claim her, conquer her and keep her. But he was not the raging warrior and she was not a damsel to take. She was a princess and he a knight, and she wanted this as much as he.
They rocked together, but it was too slow, not nearly enough, and despite the pleasure building, Lancelot wanted more.
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