"I want to find out, Hak," Yona told him, "so please ..."
Hak knew that if he tried to confirm her intentions again, she would punch his chest and show him that cute pout of hers. Then again, he might hurt her if she thought he didn't believe her. Normally, he couldn't resist making that kind of jibe.
But now was different. He couldn't stop himself anymore.
Looking at Yona, Hak tried to recall if there was ever a time he was not in love the woman before him. He slowly placed his hands on her hips, waiting with baited breath. If she showed him a scared face, he would stop. He would. He looked at her for any reaction, as he gently removed the knot tying her undergarments together. Yona's chest was rising and falling, and he had to look away to concentrate solely on working. He pulled away the last of her clothes, exposing her beautiful, nubile body before him in the firelight. He stared openly, wanting to ravish her completely.
" ... Part your legs, Hime." Yona knew Hak's presence was always dominating. She coloured, but nodded and obliged, hesitatingly.
Hak watched her. She was a little self-conscious, but she seemed sure of herself, and that alone made him feel indescribably content. Her eyes were looking at him, asking him to confirm that what she was doing was the proper thing he asked.
His member was aching and hard as he watched his princess slowly, tantalizingly spread her legs, for him, her amethyst eyes never leaving his face. Did she know she was making him lose his mind? She opened her legs, fractionally, little by little, and another thing came undone inside him. He impulsively placed his hands over her hips, pulling her towards him, as he brushed his thumbs roughly down her inner thighs. Her legs smoothly parted for him, and he was rewarded with a soft whimper. Hak's erection pushed harder against the fabric of his undergarment, straining to be freed. His manhood bumped her lightly between her legs, and he felt himself grow unbearably hard. He didn't know how to continue without scaring her. He stopped, belatedly, not sure what she wanted to do.
Yona reached up with her hands, closing her fingers around the white band of cloth around his waist. Hak felt her fingers brush again the crevice between his groin and thigh, and he grit his teeth from the sharp sting of pleasure in his gut. Gratifyingly, he pushed down his loincloth, and his erect cock finally sprung free from its constraints. Hak groaned lightly as the cold air met his arousal.
He looked down at her, an imposing figure. But his eyes were gentle, unsure, seeking acceptance. He was breathing heavily, and his face was still a darker shade of red.
"Are you scared, Yona ...?"
Yona was scared. Hak was fully naked before her, looking at her with an expression that sent her nerves and excitement on edge, his erection foreign, large and intimidating.
She stubbornly met his gaze. "Hak, what should I do ..."
Hak couldn't control himself anymore. He had been slowly indulging himself too much with these little things around the princess and now all his self-restraint had completely evaporated.
"Touch me there, Hime," Hak said, trying to maintain his breathing. When her small hands tightened around his shaft, Hak gritted his teeth as pleasure laced down his spine. He moved her hand over hers, guiding her hand to pump his cock in an up and downward movement. Blood surged to his member as she moved her hand experimentally by herself. As she shifted closer, it was then Hak realized that his body had moved of its own accord, to place itself almost directly in front of her. Her face inched closer, as if contemplating something...
"Yona, you just have to ..." She placed her mouth over the tip of Hak's throbbing member, and his lungs ran out of air.
"Ahhh .... Hahhh ..."
