The First Taste || Fuinn
royalguardfinn:
One thing he did know about the Princess was just how much she craved power. Power over people, the right to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. To whoever she wanted. And Finn was getting an abject lesson in that tonight as she demanded that he please her in every way she desired. He didn’t know what had come over her, but if he was being truthful right now he really didn’t care at all. She’d chosen him to be her personal play thing, and after she’d ridden his face to completion and was now paying him back with her own oral skills, who was he to really complain about the situation? “Oh fuck,” he grumbled again as she made attempt after attempt to build him up, her mouth working overtime as she continued to blow him with the intent on making him explode. He was just about there, thanks to her mouth and her wrist working together, and those piercing hazel eyes keeping focused on his own left him unable to look away. The whole thing was as intense as it got, or at least so Finn thought. She was unrelenting until he couldn’t stop himself from cumming, gasping out loud and letting her name leave his lips at high volume as he poured down her throat and the sounds she made as she lapped it all up were those unbecoming of a princess, but left Finn with chills.
Still not fully able to believe that this was where the night had taken them, Quinn didn’t seem ready to end things either. Finn watched as the petite royal blonde slinked back up his body to straddle him, dipping her fingers into his mouth without asking as he savored her taste yet again, suckling on them a little bit to her continued delight. “Mmm,” was his answer, followed by another gasp of air as she pledge how she wanted him inside of her now. Princess Quinn Fabray was insatiable, demanding more of him and clearly not taking no for an answer as she already rubbed him up and down, trying to make him hard again already. Stealing another kiss from him, a sloppy, open mouthed one that had each of them breathing heavily against the other and Finn offered no resistance as her hand continued to pump him, then dipped through wet folds as more of a tease than anything else. Already they’d crossed multiple lines now, but penetrating a princess… it was past every possible rule in the kingdom, Finn knew that. Yet he really didn’t care either, her marriage was a sham and they both knew it. She wanted him, for some reason, and Finn could barely stand the sexual tension between them now. As they finally broke for air he sputtered, “No girlfriend, my only duty is to you, princess.” He worked up a bit of a smirk now. “To take care of you fully, inside and out.” It did give him an immense sense of pride to know he’d be the first one to have her in this way, and with how she was talking the only one too.
She began to push herself onto him, sinking onto his cock slowly and taking in his size with little whimpers and moans as Quinn steadied herself with both hands on his chest, and Finn’s hands found their way to the waist of the princess, trying to guide her slowly on. She was so impossibly tight around him, Finn was careful in trying not to explode again, it was however more than enough to get him rock hard again though. As she shifted her hips and finally sat fully sheathed around him, Quinn reminded him of the order that he wasn’t to hold back, she wanted him to finish inside of her and gave him the leeway to be a little rough with her too. A moan slipped out of her as Finn pressed up, meeting her rolling hips as the pleasure was immediate for both of them. Watching her head tilt back in delight as she demanded he also make her scream his own name, Finn grunted as he pulled himself partly up against the headboard again, hands pressing over her plump backside and guiding her hips a little more, with a bit of force as he met with movement of his own. “Yes my princess, I’ll have you screaming it out loud tonight, over and over.” Being so bold as to trap her with a kiss he initiated now, Finn’s tongue slipped between the lips of the princess and found her own. Spreading her wider apart, Finn began to push his hips upwards as he thrust into Quinn, pounding the blonde hard and faster. After a few long moments, he rolled her onto her back and took position above her, gaining far more leverage over the royal woman. “I can’t wait to cum inside of you, princess,” he huffed.
Given this was all new territory for Quinn, the princess felt she was doing very well at it. Finn was a natural, allowing her to play with him as she wanted, and although this had been orchestrated for the purpose of getting her pregnant, she couldn’t deny that it wasn’t just the thrill of power that she got off on. She had always found her bodyguard handsome and strong, but nothing could compare to the way he felt inside her mouth, his cock spasming his essence down her throat-- the way he twitched and groaned making her wet all over again. And damn, the way his mouth had moved against her, coaxing Quinn over the edge... it was a moment she wanted to revisit soon enough, and one that would replay in her mind the next time she was trying to go to sleep and felt lonely, her fingers having to serve the purpose she longed his tongue to do. Said fingers that pushed between his lips, reminding Finn of her taste as she swallowed down the rest of his. She was pleased that he didn’t argue about taking her fully, or her order that he finish inside of her. She made it clear that it was more than just a request. A small smirk highlighted the princess’ kiss-swollen lips; she was glad that she wouldn’t have to share Finn with another. “Good,” Quinn growled as her nails lightly bit into his shoulders, pinning Finn to the mattress while she straddled him. His words egged her on; she was aching and dripping for him almost embarrassingly enough, and there was no way he couldn’t feel it. “That’s a good boy,” she keened, voice cracking and echoing cries filling his ears and the room as she sunk her tightness around him.
“Do you like being the one to defile your majesty?” she huffed as her hands moved to his muscled chest, using it to stealth herself while her walls stretched to fit him perfectly. Finn’s eager grip around her waist as he assisted her in moving on him drew a delicate moan from the blonde; she could feel him firming within her heat, which was almost enough alone to push her over. Quinn wasn’t through with him yet though-- not today, or ever. His hips jerking up to barrel into her left the princess whining, her own hips pressing back as they worked together to start a fluid rhythm. Until that day she hadn’t a clue what sex truly felt like, and although she knew soreness would evade her in the morning, and already a little pain mixed in with the pleasure, she was now understanding what the big deal was. And was even more grateful to have given herself to someone like Finn, rather than waste it on her husband, who’d never be able to fulfill her. The soft touches were one thing, but everyone treated Quinn like she was fragile glass; she had expressed to the guard that he could be rough with her, and when his hands clutched her ass and he began pillaging her with more effort, Quinn couldn’t control the sounds that teemed from her throat. “Fuck,” she squeaked, legs parting wider with his nudging, and the harder Finn impaled her, the more fervently her hips met his. “J-Just like that, Finny,” she chanted as he pound into her from below; Quinn’s knees shook a little and eagerly welcomed his fiery kiss, her own tongue curling around his and suckling. Hazel eyes squeezed shut before opening to meet his brown ones, much darker than she had ever seen. “We’ll have the whole castle wondering who it is you’re fucking so good.”
Quinn could feel herself already tightening around his cock against her will; she wanted to prolong it, but all of these new sensations were overwhelming her. As much as she hated relinquishing power, there was something even hotter about Finn taking charge as he pushed her onto her back, still pumping into her with ease. There was plenty of lubrication shared among them. “Oh god, me either... I want every drop of cum, Finn. You better not stop until I’m full of all you have to give.” Quinn bit her lip to trap a disheveled cry that threatened the more furiously he moved in and out of her, but it managed to escape anyway. Her hands rose to her chest, palming her breasts, digits tweaking perked nipples as she took every thrust. Quinn’s toes curled into the sheets and she moved her hands to the pillow her head lolled into, clutching tightly-- her gaze again meeting his and practically begging Finn to take ultimate control of her. “Mark me,” she instructed, arching her neck and flashing the expanse of creamy, exposed skin. “Treat me like the filthy princess I am for you.” The base of his cock now rubbed against her sensitivities, making Quinn’s legs shake a bit as the pressure on her clit and deep within her had her edging that much closer. “I hope you know--” she pitched, rolling her hips up as hard as she could muster, “That this isn’t just a one time job. I expect you on your knees for me whenever I wish.” Tightening continued, her muscles clamping around his shaft, and though it was hard to talk, through bated breath she managed to dictate: “I-I’m about to cum, but don’t you dare stop fucking me until I say so.”

















