Part 2: Shana [Explicit]

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The beginning lessons were simple. I had learned them by watching my own. servants how to curtsy, how to serve, how to be treated as royalty. But now I was the servant, and it required more nuance than I had ever thought. My head bowed low, no questions asked. No mistakes allowed. Only sweetness and serenity. Look into the mirror. Now, assure me your smile. Okay. Hmm not convincing. It's the smile I practiced for years. For family and friends that might work, but for lovers.

Hmm. Perhaps if I get you on the bed and tickle you all over Stop There, look in the mirror now. Do you see your eyes? The way they're looted so lightly when you smile. Your smile must reach your eyes. is how you make Some of it was terribly confusing. Some men will want you to make mistakes. But figuring out which is which is a matter of a skill you must discover at a later time. The rest was nothing like I had ever experienced. Her lips were soft.

Her taste sweet and teasing on my flesh as I laid in a bed in a private room, observing her cat-like grace and movements as she crawled about the sheets, joining my warmth and hers. Ha ha ha. A touch was practiced. So light. So light like a feather on my skin. Made me want her fulfillment even more. Ha ha ha! Taught me how best to straddle a man as she rolled her round hips as she rode for, skillfully brushing up lush bottom where a man would look good.

She was to love making what legendary knights were to fighting. And I was to be an apprentice of sorts. How did you uh do that with your fingers? I know what I like to feel. So I did it for you. And the bite on the neck? Just instinct. My dear, you must learn to be spontaneous. You see, the desert around this land is so terribly dull and oppressive. Those we entertain want pleasure and... Surprise. Until the third night. And it was mine. 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! 아! Oh that straddled her.

Mm-mm. Ah I ran my hands up the subject and felt her clever hands got And she showed me how best to move those hips for the time. And I would take a man's girth between them. Ha ha ha.

You will need a new name. Dana told me that some men would pay thousands of gold for a virgin. Yet, things were done differently here at the Red Door, as the rite of Prima Nocta went to Mizura. His house, his rooms. Shalom, my dear. My lion, my mazur. May I present a robe? I could feel my heart beating in my throat as I walked. Hips swaying, dressed in little more than translucent silks and bronze medallions that swayed and shone with my movement, casting constellations upon the wall.

All this concealed little of my pert breast and thin shapely form. I was exposed once more before this man. How may I please you, great one? A golden apple rested in the palm of my future master as he watched me. His investment. For which his most skilled courtesan had three days to train. I was afraid. Afraid of returning to the savage streets, and yet I felt another feeling I did not anticipate.

Desire Desire to make Shanna proud. To surprise and please this man who had been skeptical of me. Well then I'll Show me what you have learned. I thought of the men from my days in my father's halls. Counselors and advisers who made lewd comments about my body when they thought I couldn't hear. What I would give to see the look on their faces if they saw me here, dressed as scantly as I am before this orc as I ran my hands over his bare green chest. Yeah.

Shanna may have trained me, but instinct took the first step. May I borrow this? Something about the taste of apple, it it just reminded me of home. I lifted his hand, brought the fruit to my lips, and sank my teeth into its crisp flesh. Filling my mouth with its bubbling cider, that's juices reaching between his dry fingers, and my tongue followed. Flavoring my mouth with its sweetness as I lock eyes with a mouth. Impressive. However, men won't come here for a flavored case.

I slid my free hand from my neck. To the hem of my top and pulled it down. I took his free hand in mine and placed it on top of my breast, feeling his aged hands on my soft curves. I breathed in as he felt me. I can smell traces of his true elderly musk beneath his perfume. I ran a hand from his chest to his throat, to between his legs, feeling his spulge behind the fabric.

I lowered myself to his knees. My hands parted his robes as I did, undoing the ties that kept it shut, and reached in, taking it in my hands. Feeling it grow hard and warm in my soft grass. And I genuinely... genuinely could not tell if it was just... Orkish anatomy or I'm sorry, it's... it's just so large. Thank you. I wrapped my lips about his great corp. My eyes looking up at him as my tongue made circles about his crown. Okay. A whorish act. And yet, if I am to be a whore. I just uh

My heart raised, as with every passing moment came a first time. An act more depraved than the last by my own hand. Or tongue. And yet, every act filled me with excitement. I forgot more and more that I was a princess. It became more and more rose though. as my fingers rose and twisted over his manhood slickened with my tongue. I lowered myself further to pleasure him at the hint. And suckle his balls while I stroke his cord. And looking into his eyes with a sort of lazy love. Oh I can't.

Mm-hmm. All right Azura Primanocta, the right of the first knight. Instituted by kings and emperors to bet any woman they wish. So I had to give him a prize worthy of a king. So I rose, twisting my hips and running my hands up my frame. Lowing them again to the shift of my waist, pulling down the fabric to expose my shaven section. hurt ass before mounting him on his seat, one leg after the other, closing the distance between my chest and his.

Shanna told me that going slowly, building up tension and excitement is a good thing. But in truth, I was prolonging every moment. I still had my virgin flower. the virtue of a princess. The last thing of value I possessed. It was worth more than he could ever know. And as I guided his member inside me, he took it with Indifference. Oh his hands fell on my waist, or as I recited the sort of dance I had prepared for them.

Looking deep in his eyes, even as my lips puffed, my eyes sweaten as I felt a solid cough rushing between my petals. Again and again. My hips rocking gently over. I was embarrassed before. But I learned to turn that embarrassment into excitement, into pride. My flower took his cock, feeling him sliding inside my wet sails. The realization itself that it was wet shocked me. I almost lost my rhythm. The knowledge that my own arousal was already leaking out. A moment of awakening.

My hands traced from his chest to his neck as my rhythm began to increase, pressing down on him for support as my breath began to grow a little more. Ragged. As I was true, my smile can lighten. Every rock of my house. My little peach of an ours, as Shanna called it, rising and falling with my But I could not rely on him to finish alone. I had to take control. I need you inside me, Master. I need

My hips rose and fell. The gentle clap of my blossoming folds colliding with his great orkish form was painful. It was pleasurable. Feeling his car split and wide. And through it all, I smiled. The smile of True lover, not recoiling in fear as he reached into me, but inviting him further in. Faster I took it free. Rising to the challenge with every rise I give him. My hips. Reflecting the need in my breath.

Amen. 으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으으 I shook my modest chest, heaved as I gasped and moaned, hipster rolling as I aimed to coax even more pleasure out of the man beneath me. I could feel him feel me. His seeds built warm from where we joined, entwined in our breaths. You'll do, little flower. Yeah. Thank you for allowing me this chance to be us. Thank you. Amen.

Was I not good? Some work remains to be done, but you've shown him your potential, my love. And I, for one, cannot wait to see what you become. Do you have something to drink? Ah, now you're talking. Shall I pour you a bit of Vandalion gold? Uh maybe some galora shale? No, perhaps something More native? Oh, you haven't lived until you've had a glass of Cors Rash. When I fled my c I lost everything. My birthright, my gold, even my clothes and my servants. But I still had my life.

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