"King Maximus... Ahh... We... Haa... Should stop," Clotilde moaned at his kisses, her voice breaking into soft, desperate fragments. It was her first time ever with a man, and yet she was melting completely under the heat of his mouth, her proper knightly resolve crumbling away with every slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue.

She had not planned for this today, not even when her own king had asked her to dress more suggestively for Max to make sure he dropped his guard, and now she felt as if she were the one caged with a hungry lion, trapped by the very desire she had been sent to awaken in him.

His tongue found her large nipples, licking the hard peaks with long, wet strokes before sucking them deep into his mouth as if they might truly produce milk for him. It made Clotilde moan louder, a helpless, throaty sound that rose unbidden from her chest while her back arched sharply off the surface beneath her.

She loved that sensation more than she could have imagined, the wet heat and the firm pull sending sparks straight down to her core.

When he bit her nipple softly, a sharp burst of pleasure-pain burned through her, making her thighs tremble and press together as her hips started to roll on their own in slow, needy circles.

Max’s hand under her skirt quickly found her panties, now soaked through to the point that the thin fabric clung uselessly to her folds, offering no protection at all from his exploring fingers.

He skillfully found her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles over the swollen little bud with the pads of his fingers until her entire body shuddered.

"Haaa... Haaa..." her hips gave in completely to his touch, moving on their own in shameless little rolls as if she were simply using his hand to masturbate against, chasing the friction she suddenly craved.

But something was still missing, something felt too soft, too careful for the fire building inside her, and she realized with a dizzy rush that she liked it most when he bit her, when the edge of his teeth reminded her exactly who was in control.

"Maximus... Ahhh..." She tried to speak, but he moved up at once, shutting her up with a deep, claiming kiss that stole the rest of her words and left her gasping into his mouth.

"Call me Max... drop the formalities," he whispered hotly into the kiss, his breath mingling with hers while his fingers never stopped their steady rhythm between her thighs.

"Max... bite me more..." Her sudden request took him a little off guard, but something deep inside Max snapped into perfect, hungry understanding. He had suspected she liked it a bit rougher from the way her body had reacted to every graze of his teeth, but now it was the full confirmation he needed, and the knowledge sent a fresh surge of heat straight through him.

A satisfied smirk rose on his lips as he bit at her lower lip, pulling it roughly into his mouth before letting it go with a wet pop. That simple move made her eyes lose focus for a second, the heat inside her spiking to a dangerous, dizzying point that left her mind spinning.

His fingers changed their approach at once, no longer teasing but pushing deep inside her without giving her even a moment to adjust to the sudden stretch. He did not care how tight she was or how it might sting at first. The slight burn only made her crave his touch more, her walls fluttering helplessly around the invasion as if her body already knew it belonged to him.

Max moved to kiss her cheek, leaving a hot, glistening trail of saliva as his tongue dragged slowly across her flushed skin all the way to her neck.

"Haaa... Yes... Ahhh..." she moaned loudly now, the sound raw and broken, rising straight from her chest while her head fell back in helpless surrender. The way his rough fingers invaded her so deep, the way he treated her now with that sudden edge of roughness, sent lightning raging through her core, crackling hot and bright until every nerve felt like it was on fire.

His lips left her neck for only a moment, giving her the briefest chance to breathe before he moved lower to her shoulder. And then his teeth sank in hard.

"Haaaa! Shit!" Clotilde moaned loudly as her pussy clenched violently around his invading fingers, squeezing them in tight, rhythmic pulses she could not control. She felt a fierce pressure build up deep inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded without warning, sending powerful waves of ecstasy crashing through her whole body.

Her back arched sharply off the surface beneath her, her thighs shaking and clamping around his wrist while her hips jerked forward in frantic little rolls, chasing every last pulse of pleasure. She came hard from the sudden rough bite on her shoulder, the deep imprint of his teeth marking her pale skin like a brand that only made the orgasm burn hotter and longer.

Max felt satisfied with the way she had shattered around his fingers, but it was not enough. He had remembered something he had once seen while watching porn, a wild and filthy idea that had stuck in his mind, and now he wanted to try it no matter what, consequences be damned.

His fingers slid out from her throbbing pussy with a wet sound, leaving her clenching around nothing. He bit her again on the opposite shoulder, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave another dark mark, and then, without any warning, his open palm came down in a sharp, rough slap directly against her soaked, swollen pussy.

"AAAAAHHHH!" A loud, broken moan tore out from her lips, raw and guttural as another violent wave of release ripped through her core. The sudden sting of the slap mixed with the lingering pulses of her orgasm in a way that shattered what little control she had left. The pressure she had been holding in so desperately no longer felt secure at all.

A powerful squirt tore from her in hot, forceful jets, soaking Max’s hand and wrist and the front of his clothes in her pleasure while her entire body convulsed. Her back arched hard, thighs shaking uncontrollably as her hips jerked forward again and again, chasing the overwhelming sensation even as she soaked him completely.