Burning for Love (Kindred Tales)

Of course, along with the positive emotions he felt for the little Princess, came negative ones as well. One in particular, which he thought must be what the humans called “guilt,” felt like a weight on his chest.

He felt that weight most when he remembered that the whole reason Commander Sylvan had sent him to guard Princess Ka’rissa was that he supposedly had no emotions and so would have no chance of forming any kind of attachment to her or wanting to touch her sexually.

But I had to touch her—had to help her control her Heat Cycle before she flamed up and burned to death, he argued with himself, when the guilt emotion tried to intrude on his newfound happiness with the Princess. And he had to keep touching her too—helping her to reach orgasm almost every night.

That was because when Princess Ka’rissa “practiced,” as they called her nightly pleasure-play, she still couldn’t seem to reach the peak of pleasure by herself. After stroking her soft little pussy for a while, she would start getting overheated and then James would have to step in, most often sliding the fingers of his enhanced right hand into her soft little pussy and vibrating her Goddess pearl until she came enthusiastically all over his hand.

This wasn’t his fault—James was certain of that, at least. He had tried every way he could to help her come on her own. Sometimes he kissed and sucked her nipples while she stroked herself—sometimes she begged him to slide one of his fingers inside her creamy channel while she caressed her Goddess pearl and tried to reach the peak.

James was very careful when he did this, but as it appeared that Regalian females had no maiden head to get in the way, it seemed safe to slide his fingers at least part of the way in her tight little pussy, as she requested him to, in a soft, panting voice.

“I keep feeling like I need to be filled there, James,” she would moan, as they both watched him slip one long finger into her hot, wet depths and fuck gently in and out of her. “I don’t…don’t know why. I just feel so empty inside, somehow.”

James wondered—a touch uneasily—if this empty feeling had to do with her Heat Cycle, but it appeared to be completely under control ever since he’d started helping the Princess come every night.

Indeed, Ka’rissa had never seemed happier. She was still irritated that she had to spend so much time with Duke Grabbington during State dinners and the nightly balls, but he was no longer able to force her into overheating. Mostly, she ignored him, saying not a word to him even as she dutifully danced every dance with him every single night.

She had even stopped wearing the ice gel pads over her nipples, which almost never got hot enough to glow anymore. Another thing she’d stopped wearing were the big, heavy wigs. At James’s suggestion, she’d decided to take a chance and go to a ball with her natural hair showing one night. The friendly little maid, Liza, had dressed it for her and since Ka’rissa had such an abundance of long, curly hair, it looked gorgeous. Much better than any of the heavy, fake hairpieces she’d been forced to wear for years, and much more attractive too, as James could attest.

The Court had been shocked at first, but then Lady TittleTattle had written in support of the new practice in an issue of Breadcrumbs and the whole Court began throwing out their wigs and wearing their natural hair. The only ones who couldn’t had shaved their heads in order to get into their wigs more easily. But they were waiting anxiously for their natural hair to grow out so that they, too, might join in the elite new fashion.

“I’ll stop wearing my corset, next,” Ka’rissa told him with a laugh, as they lay naked in the bed together one night—well, she was naked and James still had his trousers on—and read the issue of Crumbs that praised her daring new fashion. “I wonder what they’ll think about that?”

“They’ll think your curves are beautiful, just like I do,” James murmured hoarsely, as he leaned down to take one ripe nipple in his mouth. He sucked for a moment, just to hear her moan, before he let it slip from between his lips. “Mmm, spread your legs for me, Princess. I want to stroke your soft little pussy until your honey comes down for me,” he growled.

Ka’rissa moaned softly and parted her legs obediently.

“Yes, James,” she whispered, pressing her soft little mound urgently into his hand. “And will you put your fingers inside me again? Will you try to put more than one this time? Put them all the way inside me?”

“Hmm…we’ll have to see about that,” James murmured, frowning. He didn’t know if he should pierce her virgin channel to the core, preferring to stop halfway inside her to at least preserve some of her innocence. The first time she was filled to the core and felt a male pressing deep inside her, against the very mouth of her womb, should be the first time she took her mate’s cock deep in her pussy, he thought. And since he couldn’t be her mate, it wasn’t right to take that step with her.