“So,” Saoirse drawls as soon as the lock clicks into place. “Who do you want to play the part of the young prince?”

I consider for a moment, taking my time to decide carefully. Although I do like the thought of “educating” an inexperienced boy with my fat cock, and I’m not really sure I got my fill of nailing Sersh this afternoon, the other way around has a certain dark appeal. A kink that I doubt we will scratch frequently, if ever again.

“Princess, why did you bring me here?” I fall into character instead of answering, earning an eager grin from Sersh. “And why did you bolt the door?”

“You know why,” she purrs in my ear as her hands begin trailing down my body. “I saw the way you were looking at me.”

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” I quake.

“You think I’m beautiful.” Her hand trails lightly up my forearm and then along my exposed collarbone.

“Of—of course I do, Your Highness. Your beauty is famous throughout the Three Kingdoms,” I stammer. “Poets write of your raven hair and bards sing about your golden skin.”

She takes my hand in hers as I speak, guiding it upwards. “Do you want to see the parts of me they don’t know about?” she whispers as she places my palm on her breast.

“This—this is wrong. We can’t. You’re my brother’s wife,” I breathe, falling into a fantasy role that is close to the truth, but not quite. We don’t use names either. That would be too perverted even for our tastes.

She shrugs off the loose fabric holding up her bodice, exposing her breasts to me while simultaneously guiding my hand to tease her nipples. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you boys to share.”

“Y—yes, but—but you’re practically family.” I try to protest even as I feel her other hand trailing down my collar to the buttons of my coat.

“Well, then,” she smirks as she unbuttons the last in the row. “Be a good brother and endeavor to make your sister happy.” There must be something seriously wrong with me, because when she says that line alone, I know I made the right choice in choosing roles.

“I don’t know how,” I lie, eliciting a wicked gleam in Sersh’s eye.

“Don’t worry, little brother, big sister will teach you how to pleasure a woman.” I shiver as she removes my coat completely, but I’m not cold despite my exposed chest. In fact, I’m just warming up.

Her eyes trail over my defined abdomen and down to my trail of hair like a hungry animal. “You’re so lovely,” she breathes, breaking character slightly, before correcting herself. “Wheat blonde hair.” Her fingers rack through my black curls. “Baby blue eyes.” She trails down the cheek and across my neck, causing me to close my hazel eyes. “Milky white skin.” Her hands stop at my tanned pecs, grasping each with her long fingers before approaching my left side with her mouth.

I gasp as she sucks hard on my nipple. “What are you doing?!”

“Teaching you how to please a woman,” she smirks before returning to tease the sensitive flesh. She twirls and flicks her tongue expertly until my left nipple hardens into a red nub. As she works, she guides me slowly to the bed, and when she draws back, she lowers her dress until it hangs around her waist. Lying with her arms above her head, she invites me in with a seductive smile. “Now it’s your turn to show me what you’ve learned.”

“This is wrong. I can’t,” I protest when she tries to tug me closer.

“Do you intend to leave your sister-in-law unsatisfied? What would your brother say if he found out you disappointed his wife?”

“Please— don’t tell my brother about this!” I cry in fake distress.

“Then suck me pretty boy,” she orders.

This time, I obediently allow her to guide my lips to her breasts, taking her nipple into my mouth as I had been “taught”. It takes everything inside me to focus on only teasing her with my tongue, playing the role of the inexperienced lover, when everything in me screams to tickle her inner thigh or grind her into the mattress. Instead I stay perfectly still, hovering above her as I suck and pull.

“Good boy,” she preens as she runs her hands through my hair. “Just like that.” When she is standing at attention, she pulls me back with a firm fist in my curls and then shoves me back down onto her other breast. “Now the other side,” she orders. She pushes my head down squishing as much of her breast as she can into my mouth. When her nipple hits the back of my throat, I don’t suppress the slight gag. She chuckles darkly at my discomfort.

“Such a good boy. Keep sucking.” Her hands wander from my hair as she warns, “Don’t pull back.”

But, when she slips into my trousers, I purposefully disobey. “Don’t!” I protest weakly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Her hand closes around my shaft. “But look, you’re already hard. We can’t stop now.” While pumping me slowly, she uses her free hand to push me back down. “Tell me pretty brother, did you get hard from sucking my nipples, or was it before that? When I sucked yours.”

I can only moan in response as she continues pumping, pulling my foreskin with her movements.

“Just admit it,” she whispers while she works me. “You want me.”

I can’t respond with her breast in my mouth, so I just shake my head. She stills my head with another firm push downwards, causing her hardened bud to tickle the back of my throat again. This time, I don’t gag, instead moaning as tears prickle the corners of my eyes. When our gazes meet, I see a dark hunger in her, threatening to consume me whole. Saoirse likes to see me cry and her pleasure pools in my own gut, warm and getting hotter by the second.

“Admit it,” she demands again. “You want to fuck your brother’s wife.”

I say nothing as I continue sucking and nibbling, while she pumps my cock. I’m leaking, close to the edge, almost painfully hard now.

“Admit it!” she shouts. My resolve is quickly crumbling beneath her hand, and I can only nod in response, chasing relief.

“Good boy,” she sighs, abruptly stopping her pumping before I can come.

I whimper in response, drawing back. “Why did you stop? Am I not pleasing you well?”

“You are doing very well, my pretty boy. See how good you are making me feel?” She leads my hand up her skirt to her wet pussy. I stroke my lubricated fingers forwards from her vagina to her clitoris, spreading the slick into a thin coat across the folds of her flower. She isn’t ready.

“You’re wet,” I feign shock.

“That’s what happens when a woman is pleased,” she sighs happily. “She gets wet for your dick.”

“Does that mean I should put it in now?” I ask innocently, even though I know the answer is no.

“Are you that eager to put your dick where your brother’s has been?” she teases. “Dirty boy.”

Holy fuck. My cock twitches at her words. “Yes,” I whine half earnestly. I’m growing a little impatient now, so I decide to tease her back. “I’m a dirty boy who wants to fuck my brother’s wife.”

Sersh’s eyes grow very wide, burning with desire, but she doesn’t break. “What a spoiled little prince you are. I will need to teach you a lesson in patience.”

She runs her thumb along my swollen bottom lip and then captures it into a heartstopping kiss. As soon as her lips are on mine, all pretence falls by the wayside. I meet her with eager ferocity as our tongues swirl in a hypnotic dance. I can never concentrate on our games when she kisses me like this and, after so many years, I’ve stopped trying. We break away only for a moment to remove the garments obstructing our lower halves and when she guides me back on top of her, I think she may have given up on our role play all together.

Without clothing obstructing us, I can feel the progression of her wetness. For a few glorious minutes she moans and writhes beneath me while our hands wander everywhere. When I feel her slick dripping onto my thigh, I line myself up with her, intending to enter her, but she pushes me back.

“Nuh uh, dirty prince. Didn’t I tell you I would teach you a lesson in patience?” I pout and let out a soft whine, leaning into the childish behavior fully, but Saoirse just laughs darkly at me. “On your knees,” she orders, pointing at the foot of the bed.

Reluctantly, I obey. No sooner am I in position, than she is hooking her legs around my shoulders and guiding my head to her fleshy entrance. “The key to pleasing a woman is to start on the outside and work your way in,” she teaches.

I kiss the smooth skin of her inner thigh, knowing my thick hair will tickle her other erogenous zones. “Like this?” I ask as I slowly work my way towards her center. When I reach the large outer petals of her flower she moans loudly.

“Yes, exactly like that,” she breaths as I add my spit to her already wet pussy. I work slowly, knowing that I will be rewarded if I am patient, dragging my tongue along the outside of each petal, concentrically working inwards. I know Saoirse can be oversensitized if I stimulate too directly, too early, so I avoid her bud, focusing instead on pushing the skin around it until my tongue meets her vagina. She gasps as I slip my tongue inside as far as it will go and then use my upper lip to continue stimulating her hood.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes. “You’ve been holding out on me.” I glow at her words, picking up the pace of my sucking and stroking. “Maybe you aren’t as innocent as you look. Do you fuck a lot of men’s wives? Hm?”

I hum in response, earning another moan from Saoirse at the vibrations. When I draw back, I can see her swollen pink clitoris fully exposed and close to her entrance. She’s finally ready and she knows it. She pulls me onto the bed, pushing me down before retrieving a small sack from the bedside table. She carefully slides the pouch made from sheepskin onto my erection, protecting herself, and then lightly kisses my balls as she whispers, “Do you like horses, little prince?”

I nod eagerly as she climbs on top of me.

“Every wonder what it’s like to be one?” she asks while lining herself up. “Cause I’m gonna ride you all night.” When my cock twitches, she steadies it with her hand and then in one smooth motion she sits down. The feeling of pushing into her tight, warm heat all at once makes me see stars, and I am all at once incredibly grateful for Saoirse’s extreme perseverance.

Some women are impatient and insist that I get inside of them as quickly as possible, often before they are really fully ready. Inevitably this leads to discomfort on their part as I slowly stretch and wet them with repeated thrusting, and while I don’t mind being rough if a girl is into it, I always feel guilty for causing unwanted pain.

Saoirse, on the other hand, knows how to wait for what she wants and, in the end, this benefits both of us. There is nothing better than watching my dick glide easily into her hungry pussy, seeing the look of pure ecstasy on her face as I fill her up, feeling her tightness envelop me quickly and perfectly, like a well-fitting glove.

Once she starts moving, I know neither of us will last long. She rides me fast and hard, and I meet her thrusts in kind. After nearly a decade together, our bodies know each other well. Pounding together in a well practiced rhythm, I know just where to hit inside, and she knows just how to move to stimulate her outside. When she tightens around me, she cries out my name for the first time all night. Seeing her control crumble, our game forgotten by the irrefutable fact that it is me inside her, me making her feel good, me fucking her so perfectly, sends me careening over the edge.