Prince Hugo was a giving lover. That much Princess Sofia knew.

No round of sex with Prince Hugo ended without at least one orgasm for Princess Sofia, and often more if he had his way. Which he often did, the audacity of that man. It wasn't unusual for him to spend hours with his head buried between her thighs, skilled tongue lapping hungrily at her sex in a way that made Princess Sofia see stars, and had led to her tearing a hole in the sheets on more than one occasion. Prince Hugo also bent her over every last surface in the castle, and some of the surfaces outside it too. Somehow Prince Hugo always managed to sink his cock so deeply inside her that Princess Sofia have sworn she felt him in her throat. That delightful feeling of fullness was sometimes the only warning Princess Sofia got before Prince Hugo began to fuck into her with a practiced athleticism that never failed to leave Princess Sofia a melted, howling mess.

In other words, if sex with Princess Sofia was an artform, her climax was the masterpiece Prince Hugo lovingly devoted himself to creating. Princess Sofia never been with anyone who took such joy in giving her pleasure. But sometimes he was… too giving.

Like now, when what Princess Sofia really wanted was to get that thick cock of his into her mouth.

"Oh, but sweetheart, I'm so hungry," he purred, a warm, distracting light in his eyes. Prince Hugo was all heat and hunger where he stood in the bedroom doorway, a slow, lazy lick of his lips that admittedly had her cunt clenching around nothing. That look meant he had no intention of letting Princess Sofia out of bed for at least the next three hours. The growing outline of his hardening cock inside his slacks only confirmed her suspicion as his voice dropped into something low and tempting. "I've been thinking about tasting you all day. It's the only reason I got through work. Let me get my mouth on you, just for a little while. I'll make it good for you, you know I will. Don't you want that?"

It was a good offer. A very good offer, and one he was more than capable of fulfilling. They both knew it. But damn it, she also knew what she wanted.

"No," Princess Sofia said stubbornly, crossing her arms. "I don't want that."

"Lie," Prince Hugo murmured. His head cocked, his sightless gaze dropping to Princess Sofia chest and then lower, landing somewhere around her hips. His lips curled up into a smirk. "Mm, big lie."

"...Alright, so maybe I always want that," Princess Sofia admitted reluctantly, biting her lip as she stared down at the outline of her prize, heavy and thick even through the cloth. It was enough to make her mouth water. "But right now I want to suck you off more."

And god, did she ever. It was rare for him to let Princess Sofia go down on him, but those memories had become regulars in her fantasies. There was just something about his soft moans and hitched whines when she took him in her mouth, the way Prince Hugo threw his head back and his mouth hung slack, his back arching when Princess Sofia let the tip of her tongue gently brush that spot below the head of his cock until he fucking begged for Princess Sofia to swallow him down. And sometimes if she kept going after he'd already come, kept sucking at his softening cock and pressed her knuckle just right behind his balls, driving his trembling, writhing body carefully into overstimulation, Princess Sofia could even drag a second orgasm out of him in short succession. Prince Hugo been a melted, purring, barely coherent puddle for a good hour when Princess Sofia last managed it and she had every intention of seeing if she couldn't do it again.

Prince Hugo's brows shot up, as if he were genuinely surprised at just how truthful she'd been, or maybe surprised at just how aroused the thought of her mouth on him made her. But those same brows quickly furrowed in open confusion. "You…" His head shifted back and forth, checking again that Princess Sofia was telling the truth. "You want that? Over me going down on you?"

"Why is it so hard to believe I want you like you want me?" Princess Sofia snorted, wandering over to him until she could lean in and kiss him playfully. Prince Hugo still seemed puzzled, but he made a little huff of amusement when she did it again, dragging her nails down the front of his shirt. His chest rumbled beneath her touch, a quiet groan of pleasure. "Come on. Share, Hugo. Let me have a taste this time."

Prince Hugo tipped his head down towards her, clearly tempted. Princess Sofia leaned into him, another rumble leaving him when her lips brushed tantalizingly against the corner of his mouth. Princess Sofia almost had him. The blatant note of their arousal in the air would only help her case now that she was up close. A flush quickly appeared on his cheeks, and his nostrils flared, taking her scent in when Princess Sofia not-so-subtly rubbed her thighs together. Princess Sofia slowly hooked one finger in his belt, giving it a tug. "Please?" Her desire left her almost breathless, the word hushed and pleading. She weren't above begging if she needed to. "I need you in my mouth, Hugo. You can have me after, can't you?"

"Or…" Prince Hugo drew his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, sucking lightly before letting it go, his mouth parted and wet. "Or we can both get what we want, with a few adjustments."

Oh.

Princess Sofia's breath caught, and she went still, something thick and rich as molten honey rolling through her veins.

"Why, sweetheart," Prince Hugo murmured, dipping his head until he could feather his lips over her ear. One of his fingers brushed over Sofia's sternum, so light she almost didn't feel it, before it traced its way gradually up her throat to her cheek, stirring all the tiny hairs in its wake. "Are you blushing?"

"No," Princess Sofia whispered, caught up in visions of what that might look like, might feel like to have his tongue licking its way hungrily into her cunt while she took his cock in her mouth. Would Prince Hugo grow sloppy, clumsy when she toyed with the head of him? Or would he tap into that masterful focus of his, the two of you racing against one another in a blatant competition to see who broke first? Princess Sofia wouldn't deny just how wet the idea made her, but that would also be a lot of sensation for him, especially when they both knew he could come from the taste of her cunt alone. "Or… yes, I… Would that be… too much? Your senses—"

"I'll be fine. I may have…" Prince Hugo let out a low chuckle, his own cheeks now the lightest bit pink as he cleared his throat. "I may have gone into the nearest bathroom before I left for home , and… taken care of myself. I'd been thinking about my head between your thighs all day. I had to make sure I could get home."

The visual slammed into Princess Sofia with the force of a truck: Prince Hugo with one scarred hand pressed tight over his mouth to stifle his moans while he frantically stroked at his cock. He'd really needed to do that at work of all places, all because he'd spent hours thinking about how he was going to go home, throw her into bed, and find his way right down to her cunt. Princess Sofia's low moan was quickly swallowed up as Prince Hugo caught her chin and tipped her head up so his lips could find hers. The kiss was all teeth and desperation, fire and fierce need, his stubble rasping against herr skin until Princess Sofia was positively burning, scorched to ash by his touch. One of his hands swept down and behind her, fingers spread wide as he groped roughly, greedily against your ass. Prince Hugo used that same grip to haul Princess Sofia forward into him, making her whine when his hips and hard cock ground against her, letting Sofia feel exactly what she done to him. "Fuck," Prince Hugo breathed. "I can smell you, how wet you are. Tell me you want that, sweetheart. Tell me—"

"God yes, please, please, Hugo."

Princess didn't bother to keep track of where her clothes fell as they both stumbled their way into the bedroom, neither of them willing to pull their hands and mouths off each other long enough to figure that out. Princess Sofia managed to get everything but her panties off by the time she neared the bed, and she fully intended to slide those off, too, but she was completely distracted by the pleasure of Prince Hugo's mouth as he determinedly nipped and licked at the skin of her throat, blatantly drinking the pheromones from her skin with soft, hungry moans of approval. Fortunately for Sofia, Prince Hugo was a bit less distracted.

The tearing of fabric rang out, and then Prince Hugo's fingers slipped between her soaked folds, stroking three fingers eagerly along her slit until Princess Sofia gasped out his name.

"Oops," Prince Hugo said with a smirk.

"You're paying for those," Princess Sofia grumbled.

"Happily." Prince Hugo side stepped around Princess Sofia, and by the time Princess Sofia turned he was already on the bed, rolling smoothly onto his back, tipping his head back in clear expectation. Prince Hugo brought his wet, gleaming fingers up to his mouth, inhaling intently as he rubbed his fingers together. The reaction to her scent was immediate: a fierce groan, his other hand shooting down to wrap tightly around his cock.

"Hugo," Princess Sofia whispered, absolutely mesmerized as he took another greedy breath, and then another, a creeping flush spreading across his pale skin. Prince Hugo may have come an hour or so ago, but his cock already looked achingly hard, the whole of it flushed dark and red, a decadent droplet of precum beading at the tip. He was an absolute vision, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen laid out like a meal for Princess Sofia, all that power and strength wound up by the mere scent of her arousal. It lit a fire in Princess Sofia, her arousal only spiraling higher.

Prince Hugo let out a sudden growl before giving in and shoving his fingers past his lips. His eyes snapped shut the second he did, a loud moan tearing through him as he swallowed. His other hand started to stroke quickly at his cock, firm pumps up with a smooth sweep of his palm over the head before sliding back down, all as he sucked the taste of Sofia eagerly from his fingers, unwilling to waste a single drop. It was one of the hottest things Princess Sofia ever seen. "Holy shit, you're trying to kill me."

"Get up here and ride my face, sweetheart," Prince Hugo grit out, shifting to let his thumb rub against the wet head of his cock. A delicious shiver ran through him, and he rolled his head on the pillow to face Princess Sofia. There was something far darker in his eyes, then, whispers of the lust, of merciless rain on hard city streets. "Do it before I drag you up here myself, because I'm not going to fucking care if you can reach my cock when I do."

It was the only invitation she needed, and Sofia scrambled up onto the bed before he could change his mind. Princess Sofia had no intention of missing the opportunity he'd given her.

Princess Sofia hit another brief snag, however, once she crawled over to him. She ridden his face before, but that had always been with Princess Sofia facing the headboard or the arm of the couch. This required the opposite angle. After a moment's consideration, one that ended when Prince Hugo growled a frustrated warning, Princess Sofia muttered a quiet, "fuck it," and did a half turn, throwing her leg quickly over him so she had a knee on either side of his shoulders. Then Princess Sofia walked back a step or two on her knees, Prince Hugo's free hand taking the meat of her thigh in his grip. It was difficult to figure out just where she needed to be to get the angle right. All Princess Sofia could see from her position was his body stretched out like a long, open road before her, his other hand still stroking roughly at his cock, his knees bent, feet braced so Prince Hugo could rut lazily up into his grip. Princess Sofia didn't really know where to put her hands, so she settled for placing them against the broad line of his chest, using them to brace herself as Princess Sofia tentatively adjusted and prepared to lower herself down.

Prince Hugo, however, had lost his patience.

With a snarl, he let go of his cock. Both his hands seized Princess Sofia's hips, and with one hard yank he wrenched her towards him, burying his mouth against her pussy as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Sofia shared moans rang out, Prince Hugo's far more muffled than hers. There was no gentleness, no parting Sofia with his fingers to tease her with the tip of his tongue before settling in. Instead, it was something ravenous and filthy, animalistic, Prince Hugo's mouth open wide as he licked and sucked at Princess Sofia's folds and slit, greedily drinking down every last drop of her arousal he could find. For a moment Princess Sofia forgot what her plan had been. Her head fell to rest against his abdomen, Princess Sofia's lips parted on a needy whine as Prince Hugo devoured her slick with heavy grunts and low rumbles of approval, her hips starting to rock against his mouth. Prince Hugo was eating at Princess Sofia with everything in him, no thought given to things like air, based on his hitched breathing and muffled groans. He'd told her once, lips curled into a smirk, his chin still wet with her arousal, that if he died between your thighs, well, he'd consider that death a victorious one. Things apparently hadn't changed since then.

"Hh—Hugo, oh god, please," Princess Sofia whimpered, her fingers curling against his skin, nails painting red lines to join his canvas of bruising and scars.

Satisfied that he'd taken in everything he could get, Prince Hugo tipped his head down, using his grip on her hips to adjust Sofia until his tongue found her clit. With a purr, Prince Hugo began to lap warmly, steadily at it, over and over and over again, every now and then pursing his lips to kiss at it with a fond, tender affection. The attention to her clit made Princess Sofia's eyes flutter shut, quiet whimpers escaping her with each pass of his tongue, Princess Sofia's body clenching in want. At the fresh trickle of wetness, Prince Hugo groaned in delight. "Taste so good, sweetheart, all mine," he slurred warmly, syllables thick and sounding almost drugged, before his tongue found her again, falling right back into his aphrodisiac of choice. As he did, his body began to shift beneath her, before settling into a steady rocking. Startled, Princess Sofia's eyes fluttered open and she glanced down his body. What Princess Sofia saw made her mouth fall slack.

Prince Hugo had begun to roll his hips, rutting up in lazy waves. At first Princess Sofia thought it might be an invitation, a reminder, but as she watched Princess Sofia quickly realized what he was doing. With every flex and buck of his hips, Prince Hugo managed to rub his cock against his abdomen, just a little. Princess Sofia could already see the smears of precum pooling in the lines and grooves of flexing muscle, and that only made each successful contact smoother, Prince Hugo's moans against her cunt growing stuttered and hoarse. It likely wouldn't have been enough sensation for anyone else, but for Prince Hugo and his senses, it was just enough to drive him further upwards, his thick thighs starting to tremble. Hell, he was probably enjoying it, considering how he liked to tease himself.

Fortunately, it was also a reminder of what Princess Sofia wanted to do.

Princess Sofia quickly stretched out above him, her hips shifting just a little as she did. Prince Hugo let out a low, possessive growl, his hands tightening on her hips in a clear warning. Prince Hugo didn't like the idea that Princess Sofia might pull away before he was done.

"Relax." Princess Sofia choked out a shaky laugh, lowering her head to kiss fondly at the crest of his hip. Her affection softened his growl to a gentler, contented groan. "Just-just trying to get to you." Prince Hugo seemed soothed by that, at least. Then again, maybe he just wasn't listening, far too focused on her cunt to really hear her. Either way it didn't matter, because she finally maneuvered herself to where she wanted to be. Princess Sofia braced one hand shakily on his thigh, some of her weight settling down on top of him. His chest rose and fell on a contented sigh beneath her, more than happy to have her weight sprawled out over him. It also meant his cock was now in range of her mouth.

It was even more tantalizing up close, flushed, wet, and practically begging for her attention even if Prince Hugo's mouth was too busy to do the same. Princess Sofia eagerly caught the base of his cock, wrapping her fingers tight around it. Beneath her Prince Hugo let out a grunt, his tongue faltering against her clit. Princess Sofia had no interest in waiting any longer, so without a second's hesitation she dipped her head and stuck out her tongue, catching one of the drops of precum rolling down the shaft. From there Princess Sofia rose with one long drag along his length, following that damp trail back up to his tip like she might a melting drop of ice cream. The moment her tongue swept over the head of Prince Hugo's cock, he let out a startled moan, one that morphed into a hoarse cry when she lapped warmly at his slit, chasing the taste of him, taking in every fresh drop that welled up beneath her attention. It had been far too long since she gotten to taste him like this, bitter and salty in equal measure, the scent of musk and sex so much stronger here.

"God!" Prince Hugo choked out, squirming beneath Princess Sofia, his hands practically clawing at her hips. His head dropped back from her cunt as he gasped up to the ceiling, breath hitching on a high moan when the strokes of her tongue grew more firm. "Ah-ah! Your mouth, sweetheart, I need it, just—"

Time to see if she could break him before he broke her.

Princess Sofia parted her lips wide before starting to slide him into her mouth, using her hand at his base to angle him and make it a little easier. But easier was… relative.

Shit, Princess Sofia thought with a low moan, one that had Princess Sofia's crying out behind her. Prince Hugo was so fucking thick, broad enough that she felt a faint ache in her jaw, saliva already leaking out past the corners of her mouth to drip down his length. There was no graceful way to swallow him down, but the sensation of her saliva rolling down his shaft, Sofia's stifled huffs through her nose as she slowly worked her way down his cock had him absolutely wrecked.

Prince Hugo's body trembled beneath her, his hips jerking in an only barely aborted attempt to thrust up into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. He actually whined when Princess Sofia gave him her first little suck, and those whines only grew in number as Princess Sofia did it again. His wild panting was nothing but music her ears, and the sound of it only made her wetter, so much so she could feel herself dripping down onto him. At that first drop, before Sofia could even blink, Prince Hugo yanked her hips back down. This time, however, he brought his hands around so he could use his thumbs to part her body for him. With a wild moan, he'd buried his mouth against her slit, licking hotly at her opening over and over until he'd managed to worm his tongue inside her.

Princess Sofia's eyes rolled back at the feel of his tongue lapping eagerly at her inner walls, his chin grinding roughly against her clit. Prince Hugo burrowed in so hard against her it was if he were intent on drowning, on latching onto her and never letting go. The angle was perfect, and Princess Sofia found herself grinding down instinctively against his face, riding his tongue inside her and the stubbled texture of his chin, chasing her pleasure just as she was seeking his. His delighted moan when Princess Sofia started to use him the way Prince Hugo wanted was so muffled she swore he shouldn't have been able to breathe, but still Princess Sofia couldn't bring herself to stop, whining around the length of him in her mouth as Prince Hugo slurped deeper, her thighs locking up around his head, his skin slick with her. Prince Hugo was dangerously close to coming based on the way his cock had started to throb against her tongue, and Princess Sofia weren't much further behind, but he was clearly aiming to get her there first.

No.

No, Princess Sofia wanted to ruin him too. Focus, just a little more. Princess Sofia clumsily lifted her head halfway up before skating back down to meet her hand around his base. Neither of them were coordinated enough to make this last much longer, too distracted by the rising waves of pleasure, but that didn't matter. Princess Sofia knew his body. She could outlast him, by a few seconds at least. But to do that, Princess Sofia needs one more thing. So, determined to win, she quickly worked her free hand down past his cock, pausing to knead briefly at his sac just for the way it made him moan roughly against her cunt before Princess Sofia drifted past it. She didn't slide her fingers inside him—something they both hadn't tried quite yet—but Princess Sofia did curl one finger and press her knuckles up gently just behind his balls, indirect pressure against that spot deep inside him.

Prince Hugo's back arched so sharply and suddenly beneath Sofia he almost managed to throw her off, his choked gasp hitting air as Prince Hugo threw his head back. With a shaky whine, he ground down desperately against her finger before snapping his hips up, clearly torn between the wet suction of her mouth around his cock and the firm pressure against his prostate. But unlike last time he'd thrown his head back, this time Princess Sofia followed his mouth with her hips. Princess Sofia were too close to that edge now to go without it, especially not with the noises Prince Hugo was making—whimpers and broken moans, slurred pleas—so she tried desperately to find his lips again, grinding down against his face. Princess Sofia was very reluctant to let him go, but she still managed to tear her mouth off his cock just long enough to gasp out, "Fuck, Hugo, please!"

Princess Sofia's begging dragged him up out of his haze just enough. Prince Hugo surged upwards, hunting for her clit with his lips and tongue, licking at her cunt until Prince Hugo finally found it. He closed his lips around it just as Princess Sofia did the same to the head of his cock. Two warm pulls of her mouth to match his, and with one more shove of her finger against that spot inside him, Prince Hugo cried out and came hard into her mouth in salty, bitter waves that tasted like fucking satisfaction. His hoarse moans, desperate and so very needy wound up pushing Princess Sofia the rest of the way. Prince Hugo's tongue lapped sloppily against her clit, and with a stifled moan to rival his, Princess Sofia joined him in falling over the edge, her body tightening and releasing in a rolling tide of pleasure that left her floating, whimpering his name around his cock. Princess Sofia's orgasm only stretched out longer thanks to the way he clumsily shoved his mouth against her slit, grunting as Prince Hugo greedily drank down everything her body gave him.

Princess Sofia thought they were done, then, her chest heaving, her thighs shaking as the waves gradually eased into aftershocks. Prince Hugo nuzzled roughly at her clit, his tongue brushing over it almost curiously. Abruptly he moaned, dragging her hips back down.

"Don't stop," Prince Hugo rasped hoarsely, yanking her hips back down. Just like that, his mouth was on her clit again, which was great except that Princess Sofia still hadn't quite finished the last orgasm. The sudden rush of overstimulation before she could fully come down left her shaking, clawing wildly at his thighs, but her squirming got Princess Sofia nowhere, her hips firmly held in an iron grip.

Don't stop.

There wasn't much she could do but follow his instruction.

Princess Sofia moaned and began to suck clumsily at him, the velvet softness of his cock cradled gently on her tongue. The noise Prince Hugo let out was strangled and hoarse, almost pained, because this had to be too much for him, it had to be, and yet… he couldn't resist starting to rock up instinctively against her mouth, a broken whimper breathed against her cunt when Sofia managed to probe her tongue against the tip of him. Princess Sofia knew, distantly, remembered that she had this plan: if she did this fast enough, did this just right, using his senses to her benefit, Princess Sofia could make him come again. And, well, it had helped before, so she slipped on hand down between his legs again, grinding her finger hard against that spot inside him in steady waves, sucking harder at his cock just for the way it made him writhe. Prince Hugo head snapped back against the pillows, his hands dropping away from Princess Sofia to fist in the sheets. Prince Hugo brokenly cried out her name, his thighs trembling, but Princess Sofia didn't care, her goal in sight. One of these days she was going to get her fingers inside him to see what noises Prince Hugo made then, and just to taunt him, Princess Sofia hooked and curled her fingers against his soft skin, her message clear.

They weren't sure who was more startled when he came—her, or him—but either way, Prince Hugo did, his cock only half-hard at best as he snapped his hips, his body locking up as he spilled into her mouth. Prince Hugo made a sound she never heard from him before, one part shout and one part high, hitching moan, the sounds rising falling with each jagged wave of pleasure Princess Sofia dragged him through. There wasn't much left for his body to give, granted, but Princess Sofia still accepted those few drops anyway, swallowing them down with a satisfied moan as she milked him dry, massaging her fingers against his cock and that spot inside him to drag it out. Princess Sofia didn't stop until his sounds grew pained, and even then it was a struggle. Princess Sofia had to force herself to lift her head, sitting back against his chest. The sudden return of pressure against her clit made Sofia whimper, her body shaking, because despite the overstimulation, as predicted Prince Hugo managed to shove her up far enough again that she was hanging right on the edge again, orgasm just a breath away.

"Hugo," Princess Sofia choked out, not even sure what it was she needed—his hand maybe, or even just for him to hold still so Princess Sofia could ride some part of him, be it his chest or his abdomen. One glance over her shoulder, however, let her unsure of what he might be able to give.

Prince Hugo's head was still thrown back on the pillow, his wet mouth hanging open as he panted, hair damp and sticking up in every direction. His eyes were glazed over and dark, absent any real awareness or thought. Princess Sofia knew that look. It was one she usually only saw when she really managed to fuck him senseless or leave him wrecked. Prince Hugo was out of it, his senses momentarily overloaded, out of order, come back later. Princess Sofia quickly pulled herself off of him, just in case her weight over him had been unpleasant. He'd need some time to come back to himself, but fortunately, sitting here and staring at what she done—Prince Hugo, fucked out and drunk off her body—would be just the sort of visual Princess Sofia needed while taking care of herself. Princess Sofia dropped one hand, sliding it between her legs until she could circle her clit with her fingertips, her lips parting on a satisfied moan. It wasn't as good as Hugo, but it was good enough.

Or… that's what Princess Sofia thought she'd do, until Prince Hugo's head snapped in his direction. His hand darted up, grabbing for her.

Except that he missed, his hand snatching at the empty air about two inches to her left.

"Hugo," Princess Sofia huffed shakily, using her other hand to take his. Prince Hugo probably just wanted to stay close. He usually did when she got him like this. "I'm-I'm fine, just, unh, gonna fini—Hugo!"

Her hand brushing against his had been the compass he needed. Princess Sofia abruptly found herself shoved back onto the bed with a grunt. Prince Hugo was on his hands and knees before she could blink, scrambling and groping around the bed to feel out how she fallen, his eyes burning and wild. The moment Prince Hugo made contact with Princess Sofia again, he shoved his head forward with a growl, mouthing at her, licking, biting at whatever skin he could find, which happened to be her ribs, the nip of his teeth sharp enough to make Sofia cry out. Princess Sofia knew that she knew she'd have a mark there tomorrow, one to join the bruises on her hips. But it wasn't the part of her he'd been aiming for, and he snarled in clear frustration, swinging his head back and forth in a failed attempt to orient before Prince Hugo managed to find her hips with his hands. Princess Sofia's own hands wound up tangled in his damp hair as Prince Hugo dragged himself roughly over her legs, and fuck, if he was offering, Sofia were happy to take it. Princess Sofia canted her hips, tugging at his hair to direct him. "Here!" She gasped, pushing his head down between her thighs. "Here, Hugo, right—"

Prince Hugo buried his face sloppily against her cunt again, not a hint of shame or hesitation in him. His furious, messy lapping at her clit was exactly what she needed. The sound Princess Sofia made was raw and torn, almost a shriek as she suddenly got the stimulation she been looking for, her body tightening in rapid waves beneath his mouth. Prince Hugo caught her clit between his lips, growled, and sucked hard enough to have Princess Sofia seeing stars. That was it for Sofia, her back arching as she fisted her hands tightly in his hair and came across his tongue, a flood of wetness drenching his face. With every pulsing wave of pleasure, Prince Hugo let out a satisfied little rumble, sucking in time with the rhythm of her body, dragging her orgasm out until the world burned white. The moment those waves began to ebb, Prince Hugo switched to broad flat licks along the entire length of her cunt, moaning and mindlessly drinking up every last drop, his eyes falling half closed in apparent bliss.

Which was nice. Until her body started to request a break.

"Hugo," Princess Sofia choked out, trying to shift away. Prince Hugo instinctively followed, blearily keeping his mouth latched onto her cunt, the pressure on her clit almost painful now. "Hugo, that's—fuck—I need a break, sweetheart, please! Hugo!"

The sharp call of his name seemed to snap him out of it, and he finally let you go with a groan. Prince Hugo didn't get very far, though. All he really did was tip his head sideways until it landed on her thigh with a soft thump.

Princess Sofia let herself breathe for a minute, twitching now and then when an aftershock rolled through her. When Sofia was feeling a little more able to focus, she finally lifted her head to glance at him. "That," Princess Sofia wheezed, still panting, "was… we need to do that again. But in… in a while."

Prince Hugo blinked slowly at her, blissed out and lazy as a lion who'd just had a meal. Prince Hugo hadn't moved from her thigh, his face still shining and absolutely drenched. Then Prince Hugo grinned. The expression was so absolutely, drunkenly smug that she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I take it you're ok, then?" Princess Sofia snorted, reaching down to stroke her fingers down his wet cheek.

Prince Hugo blinked at Sofia again. There was a brief delay before his head turned and he nudged affectionately at her hand. Sometimes when his senses got too overloaded after sex, he needed a few minutes without touch to come down. This time, however, it seemed like touch was what he wanted.

"You wanna come up here and listen to my heartbeat until your senses are all back online?"

Prince Hugo seemed to think that over for a minute before he slowly started to drag himself up her body. He didn't even bother to lift his head from Sofia, simply dragging it along her skin as if he were loathe to lose the sensation of her against him. Prince Hugo only ran into a slight hiccup when he bumped into her breasts. He nosed around for a second, huffing briefly, before he found the space between them and continued on. "You're drunk as hell," Princess Sofia choked out a laugh, as he rubbed his ear fondly back and forth over her sternum, hunting for whatever spot sounded best. "You're legitimately pussy drunk. God, I love you."

Prince Hugo finally selected his spot on her chest, his head dropping down to lay against it. The rest of him followed shortly thereafter as he settled down on top of Princess Sofia with a long groan of satisfaction. He rumbled out a contented sigh as she got her fingers in his hair, stroking through the sweat-soaked strands. One of his hands fumbled its way down to her hip. He kneaded clumsily at it,her affections very much returned. "Mhm. Love you, too."

"Little more coherent?"

"Mm. You taste good."

"So do you. Don't make me wait so long to get my mouth on you again."

"Mhm," Prince Hugo sighed. He absently licked his lips, before purring quietly, his eyes falling shut. "I promise. We'll share."