The prince and I lay on his bed in his bedchamber, a room the size of small town it seemed. Since the demon was exorcized, the servants moved his things from the chamber where he was staying in his normal room. I lay on the bed, freshly f****d, my p***y satisfied, and I was eyeing the beautiful tapestries on the walls, the silver armor mounted near the door, the perfectly polished chest of drawers near his bed. It was glorious. But nothing, no riches, no objects, could have thrilled me or filled me the way his c**k could. A small collection of c*m was soaking into the sheets near the tip of it. I reached over and touched it. He smiled and groaned in delight. I couldn’t keep my hands off if it.
“You’re going to have to give me a few more minutes, my dear,” he said. “I’m spent.”
“I know,”
