Lexx: Prince's Mission
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Category:
G through L › Lexx
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
943
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lexx, and I do not make any money from these characters.
Page 3
Prince: Punishing the First Lady. I'm very good with pain.
Prince's words go through her body like fire, and she feels pleasure boil in her veins. She trembles uncontrollably for a moment, stock still and considering, then snaps out of it again.
Bunny: Like hell you are!
She replies, and pushes at him. He catches her hand, he's much stronger than she thought. She struggles and pushes at him. Her pussy is throbbing, but she pays no attention. She's excited and terrified. Prince surprisingly wraps the blue silk around her wrist, knotting it tight. She kicks out at him and catches him in the knee. He stumbles and grabs her other hand. He growls at her and kicks out her legs from under her and they both fall, crashing to the floor.
He's lying on top of her, and she quiets for a moment, her hot cheek pressed against the carpet. He finishes tying her hands behind her back. She struggles. She's near tears.
Bunny: You can't do this--you--can't--please.
Bunny sobs brokenly. She wants him. Her pussy is so wet she can feel it dripping down her legs beneath her tiger pattern leotard. Prince presses his knee into her back and begins to tie his tie around her neck, in a slipknot.
Prince: Yes I can. You deserve this.
His voice sounds so different, so sexy. She starts to cry again as he lifts her up by the tie, pulling her arms and cutting off her airflow. She gasps, drowning in pleasure and dizzy. He pushes her to the front of the room.
Prince: Obey me.
He says. And pushes her roughly into a desk at the front of the room. Bunny grits her teeth.
Bunny: No. The president wouldn't wish me too.
She says. She can feel Prince smile against her neck. He's standing behind her and she's pressed against the thick wooden desk. She's trapped. He was now, fully erect. His hard shaft rubbing the inside of his slacks, begging for release.
Prince: I don't care what the president wants. Besides, I knew you'd be a fighter.
She can feel his erection pressing against her backside. She needs him. She needs him so much. She can't tell him. He'll win that way. He pushes her roughly down on the desk, grinding her face into the wood. He lowers his mouth to her neck, sucking on the base. She bites back a loud moan. Her neck is so sensitive. He knows all her weaknesses. It makes her angry. He bites her hard. She cries out at the pain.
Prince: Say "You are my Prince".
He demands. He puts one hand on the tie that connects her bound hands to her neck. He pulls up. Bunny arches her back, eyes wide and gasping for air.
Prince: Say it!
Prince shouts. He yanks the tie again. Bunny watches black spots dance in her vision. She gasps again.
Bunny: My Prince.
He releases some of the pressure on her throat and she gasps in a grateful breath. His long fingers up her back to find the zipper to remove her leotard. Once she heard the zipper, it was too late. She lied there as he peeled the leotard off slowly. Releasing her arms, one at a time, to remove her top. Once her outfit was dropped to her ankles, that was it. He picked at her pink lingerie panties and yanked them down to her knees. She can't stop the moan now, as he slips a finger inside her swollen clit.
Bunny: Oh my goodness...
Prince pulls up on the tie once more, hard.
Bunny: My Prince!
Bunny finishes. He slips two fingers inside of her and begins to fuck her dripping pussy. She rocks, unabashedly against the desk, needing more and moaning continuously.
Prince: There's a good little Bunny. A good Bunny who obeys her Prince. You'll do anything for a good fuck won't you?
She moans louder as he slips another finger inside her.
Prince: Won't you?
She gasps out a yes as he presses against her g-spot. She can feel a gushing orgasm coming on, and she blushes and presses her face into the desk, trying to hold it off.
Prince: Come for me, my little Bunnykins. Don't disobey your Prince. You know you want to. You've been wanting to do this, with the President, all day.
He presses her g-spot hard and pulls up on the tie. Bunny closes her eyes and tries to fight him. The tie stretched around her neck is cutting off her airflow, but her heart beats faster and her pussy throbs harder because of it. He's dangerous. His fingers twist inside of her and fuck her pussy hard and fast for a few seconds, and all she can hear are her keening moans and the wet slap of his fingers against her skin.
Prince's words go through her body like fire, and she feels pleasure boil in her veins. She trembles uncontrollably for a moment, stock still and considering, then snaps out of it again.
Bunny: Like hell you are!
She replies, and pushes at him. He catches her hand, he's much stronger than she thought. She struggles and pushes at him. Her pussy is throbbing, but she pays no attention. She's excited and terrified. Prince surprisingly wraps the blue silk around her wrist, knotting it tight. She kicks out at him and catches him in the knee. He stumbles and grabs her other hand. He growls at her and kicks out her legs from under her and they both fall, crashing to the floor.
He's lying on top of her, and she quiets for a moment, her hot cheek pressed against the carpet. He finishes tying her hands behind her back. She struggles. She's near tears.
Bunny: You can't do this--you--can't--please.
Bunny sobs brokenly. She wants him. Her pussy is so wet she can feel it dripping down her legs beneath her tiger pattern leotard. Prince presses his knee into her back and begins to tie his tie around her neck, in a slipknot.
Prince: Yes I can. You deserve this.
His voice sounds so different, so sexy. She starts to cry again as he lifts her up by the tie, pulling her arms and cutting off her airflow. She gasps, drowning in pleasure and dizzy. He pushes her to the front of the room.
Prince: Obey me.
He says. And pushes her roughly into a desk at the front of the room. Bunny grits her teeth.
Bunny: No. The president wouldn't wish me too.
She says. She can feel Prince smile against her neck. He's standing behind her and she's pressed against the thick wooden desk. She's trapped. He was now, fully erect. His hard shaft rubbing the inside of his slacks, begging for release.
Prince: I don't care what the president wants. Besides, I knew you'd be a fighter.
She can feel his erection pressing against her backside. She needs him. She needs him so much. She can't tell him. He'll win that way. He pushes her roughly down on the desk, grinding her face into the wood. He lowers his mouth to her neck, sucking on the base. She bites back a loud moan. Her neck is so sensitive. He knows all her weaknesses. It makes her angry. He bites her hard. She cries out at the pain.
Prince: Say "You are my Prince".
He demands. He puts one hand on the tie that connects her bound hands to her neck. He pulls up. Bunny arches her back, eyes wide and gasping for air.
Prince: Say it!
Prince shouts. He yanks the tie again. Bunny watches black spots dance in her vision. She gasps again.
Bunny: My Prince.
He releases some of the pressure on her throat and she gasps in a grateful breath. His long fingers up her back to find the zipper to remove her leotard. Once she heard the zipper, it was too late. She lied there as he peeled the leotard off slowly. Releasing her arms, one at a time, to remove her top. Once her outfit was dropped to her ankles, that was it. He picked at her pink lingerie panties and yanked them down to her knees. She can't stop the moan now, as he slips a finger inside her swollen clit.
Bunny: Oh my goodness...
Prince pulls up on the tie once more, hard.
Bunny: My Prince!
Bunny finishes. He slips two fingers inside of her and begins to fuck her dripping pussy. She rocks, unabashedly against the desk, needing more and moaning continuously.
Prince: There's a good little Bunny. A good Bunny who obeys her Prince. You'll do anything for a good fuck won't you?
She moans louder as he slips another finger inside her.
Prince: Won't you?
She gasps out a yes as he presses against her g-spot. She can feel a gushing orgasm coming on, and she blushes and presses her face into the desk, trying to hold it off.
Prince: Come for me, my little Bunnykins. Don't disobey your Prince. You know you want to. You've been wanting to do this, with the President, all day.
He presses her g-spot hard and pulls up on the tie. Bunny closes her eyes and tries to fight him. The tie stretched around her neck is cutting off her airflow, but her heart beats faster and her pussy throbs harder because of it. He's dangerous. His fingers twist inside of her and fuck her pussy hard and fast for a few seconds, and all she can hear are her keening moans and the wet slap of his fingers against her skin.