Their mouths slid against one another, each beat of his heart causes more of his essence to spool within her. He delights in hearing those words, that she is his and a pleased smile curls up the corners of his mouth.

“Nah, I am yours for you to command,” he brought a hand up to brush the back of his fingers against her cheek. Gazing tenderly down at her as he's lodged inside her, there's no eagerness to draw away as he throbs within her, a steady pulse in time with the beat of his heart.

Bending his head down he plucks up a breast letting his tongue roll against her nipple before testing the waters so to speak and seeing how sensitive she is with a single thrust against her sweltering core.

She smiled again at his words. "We belong to each other. I like that." She closed her eyes consistently, feeling his tongue playing along her breast again. She began running her hand through his hair, enjoying the feel of him. He gave another tentative thrust into her core and her body responded. "Mmm..." She opened her eyes and smiled playfully up at him. "Not tired out yet, my love?"

He liked the sound of that. They belonged to each other. He smiled down at her as he made that thrust into her core. She felt good of course, so good. Tight, warm muscles surrounded him and he shivered at the feel of her pressed around him, his cock pushing his seed further into her though it had appeared that she was ready for more.

“No, not tired out yet. What kind of swordsman would I be if I got fatigued so easily?”

He smiled down at her, his hips pressing against her own grinding up against her at the apex of each thrust as he further carved her out to accommodate his throbbing appendage that pressed inside her core.

"Mmm, yes. I remember admiring your stamina." She rocked her hips against his thrusts, wriggling a little to encourage him more. "When I used to watch you sparring in the castle courtyard. I counted myself lucky to have such a skilled swordsman defending me.* She lifted to press her lips to his ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "Show me some more of your skills, sir knight."

He had been assigned to guard the King until these last few months since it became obvious that the King wasn't going to pull through. It was to get him use to serving the soon to be Queen but to know that she had been watching, that she had appreciated the efforts … even though his appointment to her side had been recent there were times in the past where he had been responsible for her safety when she had been sent into real dangerous areas or when he was in charge of the security of the entire Royal Family when they went on trips.

Her lips nipple against his ear and she seemed eager to have him display more of those skills. He stopped, buried inside her, his hands relaxing and squeezing about her chest, relaxing to squeeze her once again.

After a moment he drew out of her.

“Alright, roll over, Pri – Victoria.”

She felt a renewed fluttering of excitement when he instructed her to roll over. She was new to sex but she was aware that it could be accomplished from more than one position. She was eager to learn them so long as Naramis was her teacher. She smiled and did as he bid her. She rolled onto her stomach and glanced back over her shoulder at him. "Like this?" She asked coyly. "What can we do from this position?"

“Perfect. Now get your knees under you and raise up a little.” He waited for her to comply, bending over her as she did so and settling a kiss upon her shoulder. His hands reached up to her shoulders draping down the lengths of her arms so that she had to lean forward on her chest.

“Comfortable?” He asked her, the tip of his shaft had been we and throbbing at the outside of ha sweet passage ready to part those sweet folds if he had determined that she was fine. He loved being her teacher.

“Oh, we can do a bit from his one,” he would seize her hands in his if she weren't uncomfortable of course pressing back inside the sweet folds.

Victoria was eager to learn and became perfectly malleable under his tutelage. She bended her knees under her, lifting posterior into the air while the rest of her body was pressed downward against the soft plush of the bed beneath them. She heard Naramis question her but she barely registered it. The tip of his slick shaft was pressing against her entrance and her abdomen tightened with the need to feel him inside her again.

She suddenly realized he was waiting for her answer. What had he been asking? If she was comfortable. Oh God, yes She nodded fervently and rubbed her folds back against his prick encouragingly. "Very..." Then she gasped as he pinned her wrist and thrusts inside her. She stretched languishedly under the weight of his body, momentarily stunned by the intensity of the sensation. "Good heaven!" She exclaimed, was it the new position? The specific angle of his thrust? Or was it the slight restraint he put on her wrists that had made that single thrust so intensely satisfying.

That single thrust completed them as he pressed inside the folds of her body as she encouragingly wiggled back. His grip tightened against her wrists as he sank into her with that lone thrust, a groan falling from his lips. He held himself there at first basking in that heat of her body. He then thrust against her again after a moment when they were able to collect themselves against this pleasure.

His hands grip her wrists tighter as he began to power his way forth, slapping his pelvis against her ass as he sank into the warmth of her body.

“OH, you feel so good Victoria!”

Victoria should have found his grip on her wrists objectional. Under any other circumstances she would have found her terrifying to be restrained and so very vulnerable before a man. But this was Naramis, the one man least capable of hurting her. In fact, right now he was doing just the opposite as he drove his hard arousal in and out of her at a steady pace. She clenched her fists, unable to do must else with her hands at the moment, and panted as Naramis continued to demonstrate his "skill". "Oh Naramis..." She moaned. "Your... sword, it feels so good..."

Of course Aegir had known about her fear of restraints, even before this moment he had toyed with them just a little in a way that aroused rather than inspire fear. Subconsciously perhaps she was aware of this or perhaps it was because she was so in-tune with this moment, that trust she had established with her swordsman and protector.

Naramis loved this of course. He drove forth, his grip on her wrists tight as he pulled her back onto that stiff member, the slurping sound of his member as it pressed into those folds had been as delightful as her moans and words inspiring him to go even faster as he pressed into her with greater urgency as if upon pulling back he realized how much he longed to be within her yet again.

He then leaned forward running his tongue against her neck. “I am glad that you approve ...” a puff of air escaping him with each word, he throbbed inside that tight scabbard slowing down as he grinded against her with each trust.

Victoria closed her eyes to concentrate only on the marvelous feeling of her magnificent swordsman as he plunged in and out of her. Her breathing grew heavier as his pace sped up. She delighted in the increased urgency with which he was taking her, as though he could not wait to return to her warm depths every time he began to retreat. She felt the tell-tale tension begin building up inside her once again and she tightened excitedly.

He slowed then, his thrusts becoming patience, punctuated with a rousing grind every time he sheathed himself with in her. He licked her neck and whispered huskily against her skin and she strained against his grip on her hands in apparent frustration at having him slow again. But she didn't want him to let go, nor did she want him to speed up again. She remembered the heighten ecstasy that came from his earlier denied gratification and she longed to feel that again, to be pushed to her limits, test them and only then savor the rewards. She glance her her shoulder at him. "Are you planning to torture me again, Naramis?" She asked with a slight pout but her eyes clearly saying she hoped his answer would be yes.

Being inside her passage was the greatest delight to him in the world. While he did struggle with each thrust now, while he did indeed slow down the frantic pace that he established he indeed wanted to prolong this as evident by the way that he had slowed down.

Her body radiated warmth around him calling him back again and again as he had loved the feel of her tight frame against his own. She looked back, whether she had been concerned with the decline in speed or look for affirmation that he did desire to draw this out he could not say with any real certainty.

Even as she spoke he had been left to wonder if it was a mixture of the two. He smiled at her after giving a final push into her.

Final, perhaps was too strong a word for it as he held himself in those sweet gripping folds. “Oh, you have no idea Vic,” he grinned as he slid out of her slowly then.

Grabbing her hips he had turned her over back onto her back and smiled down at her, a hand fondling a breast, the fingers of the other playing with her clit, breezing against it, keeping her on edge as best as he could given hat he took a few quick moments to compose himself.

She let out a groan of disapproval as he withdrew from the sheath of her body but before she could really complain he rolled her back into her back again. One of his hands found her breast while the fingers of the other brushed lightly over her clit. She squirmed, attempting to amplify the sensation his fingers were only teasing at. She wanted him back inside her but he did not return. She pouted playfully up at him. "It's not fair if I'm the only one being teased." He wasn't holding her wrists anymore so she lifted her hands to graze along the hard plains of his body, starting at his shoulders then sliding down to his chest. She wetted one of her fingers with her mouth then traced it around one of his nipples. Meanwhile, her other hand continued its downward progression. Would he let her continue? Or would he stop her before she could reach her goal? She wanted to play with him too but she was unsure if that was against the rules of this new game or not. She would have fun testing her boundaries though.

“Oh, but you're the Princess, you get special treatment,” he grinned at her, his fingers swept against her clit, nice and slow. He wanted to take a moment to recover some in order to assail her far more fully as he gazed down at her.

She brought a and to his nipple rubbing against him there thought he smiled down at her then, he noting the progression of her hand as it traveled down his chest, the descent of it had been clear.

He did not stop her, it was her desire and she was the Princess after all soon to be Queen if that could be helped.

He smiled at her, his own hand reaching down to sweep over her breast, cradling it as his fingers smoothly wind back and forth against her there he leaning down to set his lips against her own.