I Love You, My Cursed Prince

"Muriel?"

"Hm? Is something wrong?"

His hand rose. "I ... Please forgive me!" His voice sped up. "Your scent is wonderful!"

He clasped her ankle. He pulled her towards him. The first thing Muriel thought of was not to kick, not to scream, and certainly not to cry. Her first thought was to slap her palms over her eyes.

Another hand went to her h.i.p.s as the one on her ankle loosened. She was flipped over very easily. If a belly could gasp, then that's what her belly did. It constricted and wiggled, but she didn't feel ill.

Vidar had her legs again. Muriel was shaking, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He was likely doing something that would please him. How could she ever deny him that?

Her backside wasn't touching the bed anymore. The blanket had fallen away. She was open to the night and to Vidar. He held her legs apart and kept her pubic area close. His breath fell over her quivering little l.a.b.i.a.

Oh? Was he going to ...?

Soft but unyielding, wet and scraping, it painted a line up her opening.

Muriel was already panting, ruining the quiet in the room.

Oh ...

Her back sharply curved.

This was magnificent!!

L.i.c.k.i.n.g and l.i.c.k.i.n.g ... and hot growling against her most fragile little parts, her most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e little parts. Eventually his tongue surged inside the throbbing channel.

"Oh! Vidar!! Viiiiiiiidar!!" Her fingertips pressed down on her brow as she rocked her h.i.p.s.

The tongue hurried out. Then a short kiss on her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s. Muriel wasn't even thinking about her lover's appearance. She was concentrating on her need.

Tight! A squeeze on her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s! His lips! They were over her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s, pulling even as his tongue tapped and dabbed at it.

Muriel sobbed, drooled, and thrashed about. She put her hands to her mouth as her eyes stubbornly remained closed.

"Yes!! Vidar!! Please!! It's so good!!"

So f.u.c.k.i.n.g good.

It was the gentlest fire that would never burn her because it didn't want to.

Muriel's toes spread out as her nerves danced.

And she blared out every single taboo word and phrase her brain could find.

When it was over, when her legs were loose and her mucus was putting a thick aroma in the air, Muriel's lower body was put back to the bed. She rubbed her t.h.i.g.hs together as she slowly said, "That was so grand ... sooooooo grand. I'd let you do that as many times as you fancy." She stretched her arms as if she had just woken up from a refreshing night's sleep. "Hmmmmmm ... I loved it!"

Muriel heard Vidar say with a peaceful tone, "I'm glad, but you should dress yourself and leave. If you remain much longer, I might press myself onto you. We aren't married yet. We should have something to hope for on the wedding night."

"Are you certain? I'd happily stay and please you."

His fingers tapped one of her knees. "Go on, my Dearest. Rest while my mother and I craft a strategy for the future."

Muriel sat up but she kept her eyes down. "Very well. I'll go, but I'll lie awake reliving this moment again and again."

She wasn't looking at his angular, extended face, but she knew that he was watching her. Her flesh buzzed from the knowledge. She was very lazy and sluggish as she dressed herself. It took her twice as long as it should have. Then she went to get her oil lamp from the bureau.

"Vidar," she said as she turned towards the door, "I do love you."

"I believe you."

Muriel smiled down at the flame in her lamp. "I'm so relieved to know that."

She went to the door, but she turned around. Her eyes were still on her lamp's flame. "I'd love to visit you tomorrow afternoon, but not in that Empty Room. I'd like to go to one of your other rooms, where you have your hobbies." She shrugged. "I think I know how you play that beautiful piano music."

"I'd love to show you my dolls instead."

"Oh, that would be lovely. You make beautiful dolls." Muriel gave a short curtsy. "I'll go to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Muriel."