“That they are,” he followed her gaze then took her wrist leading her to the bed. His shaft had been hard in anticipation o this.

Sitting her on the edge of the bed he then presses her back so she's laying across it the sort way. He kneel, gently spreading her legs apart. He reaches toward her panties pulling them aside and leaning forward, his tongue swirling against her labia with strong powerful licks, his eyes cast up the expanse of her body watching as his tongue goes to work against her.

Victoria smiles and follows his silent directions, her anticipation growing steadily as he leads her to the bed and guides to down the lie stretched back across it. Her core tightens in excitement as he spreads her legs and pushes the thin material of her panties to one side. She gasps softly as his mouth and tongue quickly finds her sensitive sex, already moist in anticipation for him. She lifts her hips to his expert attentions, wanting more but not wanting to rush him either. Not yet at any rate.

Naramis is slow and methodical. This time at the back of his mind there isn't any reason for him to hasten himself. This time they could both surrender into this moment without that rush at the back of their minds.

He flicks his tongue against her sex, experimentally seeing what pace she enjoys the most. Fast licks? Slow ones? That she experiences both, strong licks sweep against her as his explores those outer folds then begins to press inside her, that pink tongue caressing the pink full walls of her body.

It was a slow, delicious torture. His tongue roused her at an expert, leisurely pace. As though they had all the time in the world. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. She endeavored not to rush him, trusting his experience and willing to delay her gratification so they could both savor one another. Though, granted, she lost some of that control when his tongue began to delve inside her. She let out an excited yelp and her hand had somehow landed on the top of his head. She had to stop herself from pulling his head closer, though she desperately wanted him to prove her deeper. She didn't want to be too forceful or demanding, not sure he'd appreciate that sort of thing.

Naramis smile up at her delighting in her reaction. His tongue filled her as his head bobbed back and forth that moist tongue of his pushing inside her, filling her as he used slow licks against those pink folds.

The sounds she made for him were encouraging especially with her hand atop his head. He licked in slow clock wise circles as his face bobbed back and forth against her. Then counter clock wise. She then licked in an upward and downward motion always moving steadily back and forth against her, in her very core.

"Oh Lord, Naramis..." She moaned, her back arching. Her hips drawn up instinctively towards the course of her current ecstasy. She braided the fingers of the hand on Naramis' head into his sold hair and gripped it gently, encouraging him a tad more boldly to continue his exploration of her sex. "More... Oh please, more..."

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned, pleased that she was enjoying this. His own heart pounded against his chest for it was exhilarating having the Princess so close to him at that stage. To grant her this much bliss.

Of course he eagerly complied. He brought more. First his tongue swished against her in strong powerful strokes of his tongue grazing against her labia, teasing her just a bit further before plunging inside her. Those tight folds had been pressed apart by his tongue that swirled about in long sensual licks that curled around the inner folds. First one way then the next as his head bobbed back and forth as he pressed deeper inside her.

Still holding aside her panties with a hand he rubs over her clit with the other, rubbing up and down her there as he matched the pace of his tongue.

His fingers then pinch the sensitive bud alternating in very gentle and more forceful tugs of her there altering the pace to keep her on edge, to keep in line with her own pleasure.

Victoria's grip on his hair and the sheets tightened as he slowly and expertly laved every inch of her sensitive folds. Her core tightened and she could feel herself begin to come undone under his thorough administrations. It was a little frightening. She, who always had to work so hard to be in control of herself, was losing it. She'd surrender control to another human being and he was laying her completely bare, and he hadn't even needed to remove her clothing to do it. It made her feel vulnerable even as it made her feel excited and oh so amazingly good. Still, it was Naramis and that made her feel safer. She was not sure she could let anyone else aside from him see her this way.

His fingers found her clit and began to stroke around it. "Naramis!" She gasped as he pinched it slightly, making her squirm. "Oh God, I'm going to..."

He paused from what he was doing for just a moment, his blood pulsing as he observed her keenly loving the way that she was falling apart against the attentions that he bestowed upon her. Naramis went back to what he was doing a moment later, his fingers rubbing and pinching against her, altering his approach to keep her on edge as he played with her.

Rough, gentle, rough again he kept mixing it up always keeping clear of hurting her, that simply wasn't after that though drawing out her blissful agony was ideal.

Then he paused again. Drawing back he removed her panties, his hands falling to her ankles shoving his tongue vigorously inside her core as his head bobbed back and forth as he reached into the depths of her body.

Victoria had been on the precipice of her first orgasm of the night when Naramis suddenly stopped. She lifted her head to look questioningly at him. Then he started again and she gasped as fingers and tongue continued tantalizing her but it was somehow different. He kept changing his approach. He would begin licking her gently them he would pinch her roughly, giving her just enough pain to deny her climax before returning to tasting her. "Naramis, your teasing me..." She complained when she caught on.

He paused again and began to move away. She was disappointed at first but then he started to peal off her underwear. Again she squirmed in anticipation. Her channel was wet and eager for his next touch. He took her ankles and spread her legs apart again before returning to plunging his tongue inside her. She moaned in enthusiastic approval as his head bobbed, his tongue brushing in and out, finding that special place inside and driving her toward bliss once again.

A grin hide the features of his face as he went to work on her. She had realized what he was doing, that he was drawing out her pleasure though this time they had the time. They were not rushed and it was a matter of time before he had her on he preparice of her own release.

The strokes of his tongue mixed it up between light licks and stronger strokes as he quested inside her, her juices rolling against his tongue. His eyes peeking up the expanse of her body to gaze a her face.

His hands stroked her legs rolling over her calves as hey bushed the smooth skin back and forth. The strokes on her legs this time his licks were more even as he pressed his tongue into that wet passage eager to taste her against his tongue.

Naramis was taking his time taste her and she in turn was savoring his slow, loving torture. She wanted to cum but she knew it would be made better by the waiting. She gave herself up to him, knowing he'd take care of her needs. And she did need. Her body was slowly beginning to tighten with that need again. She moaned to encourage him and glanced down to meet his gaze, wondering if he meant to take her all the way there this time or if he meant to torture her a while longer. She raised an eyebrow at him in silent question.

That gaze was telling, their eyes met and while he felt the need growing with her he answered he question by showing her further along that path of desire. He waited until he had her nice and wet. Until he had her quivering as need built up.

“Princess,” he smiled as he stood up bending over slightly a hand smooth over her leg feather light as he drew up the hem of her dress a little.

“Princess I believe you are way to over dressed for the occasion. Shall I assist you in correcting the problem?”

Victoria sighed, slightly disappointed when he stood up and away from her again. It was only momentary, thank God though, as he was leaning over her again and lifting the hem of her dress. She smirked at his question and played along. "Why, Naramis, I had no idea you also had skills as a lady's maid. I have to agree with your assessment though. This dress does seem inappropriate for this activity. I'm not the expert though, perhaps you could assist me with the necessary alterations."

He grinned. “Well, I do have several useful talents.”

Reaching down to her shoulders he propped her up a little loosening the ties at the back then slipping the dress down her arms.

Bending down his lips flowed down her neck until he had the material at her waist. His hands massaging the sides of her body as they stroked up then down before he removed it. He was not too familiar with the bra inspired by the Queen of Llynoria but it was the last vestment that he had to deal with as he cupped her breasts with his hands unsure of how the material worked.

“I'll need a little help with this one though.”