"My body craves your touch, needs your kisses." Manly tones in reply."And soon, my sweet, you will have them." The back of your hand brushed up my che...k, your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. My tongue darted out immediately, wanting to taste you, wanting to taste me on you. Your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. You sucked on my pussy and tugged on my nipple clamps as you continued to kiss me. I moan out into our kiss, feeling my pussy juices, hot, sticky, squeezing the. "His cause was selfless," she cried. "Were it not for him the War wouldstill rage! Countless people would die needlessly!"Her pleas went unheeded. Almost as if it were rehearsed, the Counciltold her that there was nothing that could be done. That no potioncould ease the pain; no spell could change what was happening. In herheart she knew they were speaking true, but they could at least havetried.Three days her father lay screaming silently, wishing for the releaseof oblivion. Three days she. She moved against him as he eased in beside her. Her fingers trailed across his chest, playing against his nipples as her fingertips passed over them, traveling on to stroke down to his belly and back up his sides to his shoulders. He felt every movement she made, each touch moving him, thrilling him. He smiled. She always knew just how to get his full attention. She moved from his side, crawling atop him, her knees resting on either side of his hips. He closed his eyes, his mind filling with. She craved danger, intensity, and passion, but her prince of a husband was far too prim and proper for anything of the sort.So Belle worked, and worked right hard, to keep things going. If she didn't garden, then they didn't eat. If she didn't clean, then they lived in filth. And all the while, her Prince went out hunting, and came home empty-handed, often with a torn cloak or stained breeches for her to mend or clean. Belle was at the end of her rope after only six months, and she didn't know.