42. Another orgasm.

Winifred had been assigned to clean Arthur's bathroom and he was out of town on an errand. She felt his scent engulf her as she cleaned the whole space. Just as soon as she was done, she decided to take her bath in the elegant bathtub instead of the outdoors she had been doing it since she got there,  she had always made sure that she took her bath before daylight unlike the rest of the servants and slaves who didn't really care. She made a bubble bath, took off all of her clothes and lowered herself into the bath, she started to wash herself and just before she knew it, she  had started to reminisce about the sexual relation that had once happened between she and Arthur.

She placed her fingers against her pussy, teasing the little bud at the apex of her lips as she thought about his hands on him and his lips on hers. She was excited, adding her own wetness to the water, if that were even possible. It felt so naughty to be touching herself, stimulating her clit while in the prince's room and taking in the prince's scent, she almost felt like a creep, almost. Her fingers circled faster and faster in little swirls, making round ripples on the surface of the bath as she silently rubbed herself to what felt like a stolen climax.

It was hard not to let out little moans, or to make the water slosh back and forth, so she eventually let out some moans as she finished. She even had to try to control her breathing, which was coming in shorter and shorter breaths as her excitement grew, the tingling and warmth in her clit spreading outwards, reaching through her body in welling waves that made her more reckless and more excited with every breath.

Arthur remained at his bathroom door as he watched Winifred touch hers a little under the water so sensually, the more he washed, the more his dick grew in his pants. When he was sure that she was done and he wouldn't be interrupting the blissful orgasm she has just given herself, he decided to make his presence known, "Good day, Sugar."

Winifred jumped up in reflex, she had not expected to have company, when she saw that it was none other than Arthur, she relaxed a bit as heat suffused her face. Just when she was about to step out of the water, she realised that she was naked and immediately tried to grab her clothes. “I’m just…” she squeaked, running out of excuses before she’d even made one. “I was cleaning myself thoroughly,” she said lamely, feeling the peak of the pleasure still so far away, but the stimulation making her pussy throb.

“Mhm, that's some very weird sounds to make while cleaning one self though." Arthur teased as he held one of his robes in her direction. Blushing, and somewhat sure that he knew precisely what she had been doing, Winifred took the robe from his outstretched hand and did her best to simultaneously wear it as she stepped out, claiming a little modesty back. She clutched at it tightly, glad for the soft shield. She avoided his gaze, but his deep voice carried a knowing tone. “Come through to the bedroom and we’ll talk.” There was something ominous in his words, something about the way he said ‘talk’ that didn’t feel like he wanted to talk at all.

The moment they were in the comfort of his bedroom,, Arthur stormed towards her, "Did you miss me?" He asked, his lips right above hers.

"Uh, no? Why would I?" Winifred replied taking in every bit of him as he was so close to her. The masculine scent of him assaulted her, making her mouth water, her legs were still throbbing and her pussy wanted more than just her fingers.

“Do you think I can’t smell your reaction to me? I'm a wolf and I can smell your arousal for me, your pussy is so wet for me right now, and I’ve got to say, I want to taste you, Sugar.” He didn’t touch her. Seconds passed. Minutes. He was so close, and the temptation to touch him was strong. What the hell was wrong with her body? She’d never been with a man. Had never even desired sex or touch.

And then he touched her, he startled with getting her robe removed and throwing it on the floor. His hands went to her thighs and spread them open. He stared into her eyes. One of his hands grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head to look at him. “I have wanted this for so long. It took so much power to always stop myself." He rasped out.

“I don't want this though.” Winifred lied, wanting to still keep her act.

“Says the woman whose pussy is soaking wet and desperate for me to fuck, the same woman who has just finished herself while thinking of me.” Arthur teased.

She clenched her teeth together, refusing to give in to him. Arthur made her want to submit and fight him with equal measure. “I hate you,” she said.

“You can hate me all you want, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting me.”

“I don’t want you.” The lie fell from her lips with ease.

“No?” He pressed a hand between her legs. He slid his fingers her legs with ease, and she gasped as he stroked along her slit. Much to her embarrassment, he found her soaking wet. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she tried to contain her moans. “You can try to hide this all you want, but we both know who you want.” He leaned in so close she expected him to kiss her. He moved to her neck, flicking his tongue across her pulse.“Lie down.”

She wanted to argue with him, to put up more of a fight. Instead, she leaned back against the tabletop, intent on denying him everything. “You can keep on glaring at me. I don’t mind.” He lifted her legs so they were on the edge of the table. His large hands were on the inside of her thighs, and when he touched the lips of her sex, she gasped as he spread her open.

His groan echoed around the large room and she stared at him, shocked as the hungry look he gave her sent an answering heat all the way through her body. Slowly, he moved, getting closer to her pussy. She never expected him to lick from her entrance up to her clit, but that was exactly what he did, circling her bud before sliding back down. Each time he went near her opening, she expected him to penetrate her, but instead, he teased her. She reached out, holding on to the edge of the table. He let go of her inner thighs and pussy lips to grasp her butt. Then his mouth was on her clit, drawing it between his teeth, nibbling on her. Each touch and stroke made her ache and moan for more. He drove her wild with each passing second.

No man had ever touched her like this. His tongue was pure sin, and she couldn’t get enough and didn’t want him to stop. His name spilled from her lips as he pushed her higher and higher, sending her near the edge of orgasm, but he kept her on that path, holding her captive, refusing to let her fall over. Each time she thought she was going to come, he held back, keeping his tongue poised in the same spot. It was maddening.

Fire rushed through her body and only when he was ready did she fall over the edge. She cried out. She’d brought herself to orgasm many times, but none of them were like this. She’d never experienced this as his tongue danced between her thighs, heightening her need. The pleasure was intense, and Arthur wouldn’t be stopped. He slowed down his strokes, finally coming up for air, and as she looked at him, she saw her release on his face. Heat flooded her cheeks as she stared at him. Arthur, the lycan Prince had just given her another orgasm and at that moment, she hated him for it. But then he wasn't even done, not yet..