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to show her affection with until pulling away on a ragged breath.
    “Mmm… and what does the Royal Huntsman do with a prize catch worthy of half the Kingdom, my Mikhael?” The woman whispered softly, her eyes full of love, affection and hunger for her Huntsman. Mikhael knew very well; her claim was no boast.
    Hogtied naked before him lay Queen Olvang’s daughter and heir to the throne, Princess Katalyne Olvang.
    Having the Northland’s vicious, beautiful and powerful heir bound left him with the freedom to touch and stroke her as he pleased while her backside warmed in front of the fire. Running a hand over her breasts and down the curve of her stomach to slide down into her crotch and rub slowly over the sensitive mounds.
    Mikhael smiled quietly in thought to the question his lover had posed, then. There were many things he’d like to do with her. Rather than answer immediately, the Royal Huntsman leant back in on his royal prize, pressing his lips against hers to part them and be the one to do the invading this time, with his much broader tongue.
    Feeling him overwhelm her with the kiss, t he Princess hums a throaty moan of pleasure for him, her eyes lidding happily. The feel of his strong fingers rubbing over her wet crotch and puffed lips made her squirm and buck in the bonds. Teasing and toying with her, Mikhael gently strokes a hand through his lover's hair, brushing it back out of her eyes to cherish the silken stands that spill down the nape of her neck. Releasing the kiss, he stares down at his princess thoughtfully.
    “ For such a prize, your royal huntsman would take all the time his prize needed, give it all the love in the world to prepare. Such a prize would be too good to keep, though. He would have to let it go free, let it dig its claws into him and leave its mark, hoping it'll come back to him again.” He whispered, his voice low, steady and heavy with emotion. With the kiss broken, the princess was left to blush darkly at his soft words and the intensive gaze that came with them, a surprisingly timid and shy smile upon her lips as she nodded and wriggled to be free.
    Mikhael agreed that it was high time to let her stretch her limbs. Deftly hugging both of his hands around her from either side, the gentle man untied his princess’ humiliating bindings, letting her legs spring free from the twisting bind and hands come up to encircle him. Stretching and moaning softly from the pleasure of finally being free, the Princess gave easily to her Royal Huntsman’s advance from there, as he pushed her gently onto her back.
    The feel of his heavy weight resting gently on top of her smaller and so delicately cared for figure was an intimidating sort of pleasure, one the so properly cared for lady was never privy to enjoy, much like the humiliating and objectifying treatment he’d given her up until now. Mikhael’s rough nature was a wicked, forbidden thrill for her.
    The bristly softness of the rug under her and the soothing warmth of the fire caressing her body made perfect contrasts to the feel of her man’s unyieldingly firm and broad body above her. Grazing her nails down his back with one hand, she tangles the other hand in his hair to have and hold him, squirming and hooking her legs around his waist to feel him closer to her as she smiles up at her man wantonly.
    I n return, letting his heavier figure press down onto and over the Princess, Mikhael nodded to brush his nose against hers, holding her gaze point for point on love, lust and hunger. His lips tugged and tempted hers again, quickly closing in on one another. The Princess melted under that kiss, suckling hungrily on Mikhael’s tongue as it invades her mouth all the more eagerly.
    Katalyne suckled and slurped, caressing the tongue with her own as she squirmed and grinded against his rugged body from beneath him. Locking her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his back, the princess gasped and panted softly as the breathless kiss