The Prince's Tent
She was still catching her breath when Kairen laid down next to her, pulling the covers back on them and kissing her temple.
"You can't do that..." Cassandra whispered.
"Do what?"
"Pleasure...me."
The Prince clicked his tongue and looked at her with his dark eyes.
"Didn't you like it?"
Cassandra immediately blushed from embarrassment.
"It's not..."
Did you like it or not?"
His tone of voice made it clear she wouldn't get out of this without giving him a proper answer. Cassandra made sure to look anywhere but his direction.
"I did, but..."
"Better than what Shareen did?"
"Your Highness!"
She couldn't believe he would dare to ask such a thing. How jealous could he be to actually say that! The worst part was that serious look he had on his face while he asked! Cassandra was so exhausted by his persistence!
"I did not appreciate what... happened with your sister. But it's not the same, Her Highness Princess Shareen was just making fun of me, while you..."
"While I what?"
Cassandra gulped, trying to find the right words, to make him understand while trying not to die of embarrassment.
"You... willingly pleasured me. I'm only a sl...concubine, My Lord. I am the one who is supposed to pleasure you, not the other way around."
Kairen stayed silent for a while, staring at her with his enigmatic look. Cassandra hoped he had understood, but his obsidian eyes were impossible to decipher. So she waited for him to say something, anything. After a few minutes had passed, the War God still hadn't said a thing, but underneath the cloak, his hand suddenly went down to her still wet pussy, taking her completely by surprise. Cassandra gasped loudly and gripped down on his wrist.
"Your..."
"What if I like it?"
Cassandra looked at him, lost. But Kairen kissed her slowly, while his hot and firm hand continued to caress her. She couldn't believe it was her own taste on his tongue...
"What if I like your reactions?"
He sucked and nibbled on the skin of her neck, and kissed it, making her gasp again. She loved the sensation of his lips right there...
"What if I like the way your white skin gets hot and red?"
His lips went down on her bare breast, and his available hand played with the other, fondling them and caressing them while Cassandra flushed.
"What if I like the way your breasts fill my hands?"
She knew what he was doing, and closed her eyes, unable to look at him and his amused yet somewhat serious expression. On top of everything else, the way he looked at her was driving her insane. The way he looked at her...
"What if I like the way you get all embarrassed when I touch you?"
He kept going. His hands were caressing her, gentle and hot on her body. With her eyes closed, Cassandra couldn't predict where they would go next, and that somehow made it even worse. She shivered. He was going over her breasts...her hips...her thighs...her neck...her stomach....
"Your Highness!" she moaned when his fingers harassed her pussy again. He was clearly playing with her, observing each of her reactions, but he was so good at it, she was helpless.
