Once she was satisfied with her work, she stood there, taking him in. He was surprisingly toned, but lean, probably due to all the running around he did. Not to mention all the spontaneous building and tree removed that came with 'buttling' in Selphia. His blush was so cute, having never been like this in front of a woman before. She looked down, biting her lip at the erect tent of his blue boxers.

Frey moved further down, becoming hesistant when her buttocks rested on his abdomen. Vishnal felt a bead of sweat roll down his back, and looked at Frey's blushing face, eyes clouded over with lust.

"F-frey… have you…?"

He was cut off as she averted her eyes and looked away suddenly.

"Once," the Princess' utterance was almost silent, but Vishnal relaxed. He didn't want to hurt her too badly. Then again, he didn't like the idea of being compared with someone else.

Frey interrupted this train of thought as she ground her hips up, rolling her panty-less crotch against his painfully throbbing manhood. She made little moans, which threatened to send Vishnal over the edge. Frey noticed the change in the eager butler's eyes, and all too soon she was tearing off his own boxers, and moved until she was kneeling in between his legs.

Frey took in his length, touching it cautiously in her hand. She jumped slightly as her lover began to go wild underneath her touch, guttural noises escaping from the back of his throat. She then trailed a light line of kisses down below his navel, stopping at where his neat pubic hair began.

When Frey decided she had teased the poor boy long enough, she took his shaft in her mouth, massaging her tongue over the head of his cock. He thrashed underneath her as she moved her head up and down, slightly choking when it came into contact with the back of her throat. When it was wet and glistening, she began to pump him with her hand, tilting her head to suck his balls.

After a while, Vishnal ran his hand along Frey's jawline lovingly, and pulled her away. He flipped her, a little more roughly than he intended to on her back, and readied himself at her entrance.

"Princess," he panted, not a trace of a stutter in his voice, "are you ready?"

"Y-yes… my butler…" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Eyes alight with concentration and determination, Vishnal pushed his long member into the princess' wet pussy, grunting as he felt her warm juices envelop him. He slowly pushed all the way in, loving the feeling of her tightly clenching him and the way she was writhing beneath him.

"A-are you hurt, Princess?" The old Vishnal returned for a moment as genuine concern painted his handsome features.

Frey shook her head.

"Y-you're just… just so… big, Vishnal… it's just a lot to take," she moaned, biting into the mattress.

Her erotic words sent him into a frenzy, and he pulled out before crashing into her, his hips jerking rhythmically as she struggled to keep up with him.

Frey squealed every time Vishnal re-entered her, gasping at the way his length rubbed against a sweet spot deep inside of her with every thrust. He quickened the pace, noticing his Princess' reactions and his urgent need to make Frey scream his name. He had never had thoughts like this before, had never felt this way… it almost scared him… but it excited him much more.

Vishnal felt close to release, he looked at Frey's slightly toned, pale body beneath him, the curve of her ass slamming against his stomach with every thrust, the way his balls swung and came into contact with her sweet wetness. He brought hands down on either side of her head, pressing his chest onto her back as he continued to make love to her. He passionately kissed her neck, which then turned to him leaving a trail of love bites down to her shoulder.

"V-VISHNAL!" The princess panted.

The bites which stained her flesh, the glowing she felt deep inside her and the feeling of Vishnal's warm, toned body covering hers was too much.

It all came crashing down on her, she screamed as she lost feeling in her legs, her pussy began to violently throb as she came and clamp down on Vishnal's cock.

Feeling her coming and grab his dick with her pussy, Vishnal could no longer hold it in, and allowed her to milk him as he called out her name.

They both lay there panting for a while, seeing stars and feeling a sweet numbness in their legs from their intense orgasms. Vishnal pulled out of her warmth, and in feeling this Frey rolled over to face the man who had made her feel this way. She looked up at him with her green orbs, taking in every detail of his face, sweaty and panting, tracing his jaw up to his nose with her fingers.

"Vishnal… I love you…"

She breathed.

Vishnal's tired face lit up, everything inside him soaring as he heard the words he had fantasised about spill out of his lover's mouth.

But things did not stay that way for long, as both of them heard loud, clumsy footsteps heading toward her room from what was once Venti's chamber.