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It was dark around Ever After High. Only the moon was shining through the windows into the empty halls of the college. Not a soul in sight. All attendants were far away in their private dreamy wonderlands.
Everyone, except for two. Duchess Swan, daughter of the Swan Princess and Sparrow Hood, son of Robin Hood. Duchess had decided to lock herself in her practice room to dance all night. The upcoming rehearsal made it impossible for her to sleep. And if she couldn’t sleep, she could at least practice.
Having a good friend like Sparrow, who was attached to his guitar, was very lucky. It didn’t take a lot of convincing to have him play some soft music for her. Fortunately, she was just able to tolerate him. Usually, she hated all distractions, or better, she hated everyone who would annoy and agitate her. Sparrow could be annoying, but only if she allowed it, and right now, he was happy to play some melodies for her. Additionally, she always had an ace up her sleeve to shut him up, which she hadn’t used yet.
Today, she wore her way too tight-looking white corset above the fluffy skirt with the glitter stuff underneath it. He started strumming away some tune he knew she liked. She threw a quick smirk his way and started dancing. Her dancing was breathtaking.
Sparrow loved watching her dance. Although he knew she was the daughter of the legendary Swan Princess, her moves always amazed him. He would never say so, but he always asked himself why she was so insecure about the auditions. She was the most graceful and beautiful dancer in the whole Academy. In his opinion, not even Justine Dancer could beat her. And that girl had 'dancer' in her name.
But today she was a bit off beat. As if her control constantly slipped away from her. Sparrow realised the royal had trouble breathing. It seemed like the corset not only looked too tight. He stopped playing the second she stopped dancing.
“Duchess, is everything okay?” “Sure.” That was a blatant lie. They both knew that. “You don’t look fine, babe.” He couldn’t help but smirk at her. She angrily stared at him while obviously having an inner debate.
“Is it the song?” He knew it wasn’t the song, but he also knew that he just needed to annoy her enough to make her snap. “The song is fine.” The royal approached Sparrow with a lazy smile on her lips. Sparrow took in a hopefully not pathetic-sounding breath.
Duchess turned around before him and, without much warning, sat on his lap. “Whoa, babe.” He froze. Yes, they flirted, but this was new. He was sure that he was too deep in her fairyzone to ever be able to leave. Surely this was normal. He could feel her bare skin under her skirt on his pants. This was not normal. He didn’t dare to touch her, even though everything in him screamed to lay his hands on her hips.
“I can’t breathe. Can you loosen my bodice a bit?” Now Sparrow’s eyes widened. It took him a second to recollect his confidence. Duchess waited patiently.
He took a deep breath and swiped the beautiful black and white hair over her shoulder. It was as soft as he imagined it. One by one, he started undoing the strings until he stopped midway. That should be enough, right? It helped Duchess breathe again. But she wasn’t finished. Her concentration was gone, and she just got an idea. She could use that ace. Her dancing was off tonight. Maybe he could change that.
“Keep going…”, she whispered. Sparrow’s breath hitched. “If I lose it anymore, it’ll come right off…”, he pointed out. Not that he would care.
Apparently he needed more convincing for this. Slowly, she turned in his lap and took his cheek in her hand. “What’s wrong with it coming off? It’s only you and me.” Sparrow stared into her mesmerising purple eyes.
“Nothing…” His eyes wandered to her red lips. Were they soft too? “Nothing wrong with that.” When he looked back into her eyes, he caught her looking at his lips.
“Fuck it.”, he muttered. He leaned in to kiss her. Duchess started to nip at his lower lip, demanding entrance almost immediately. Her lips were plum and so soft. Their tongues started a playful battle. Duchess won easily, of course, she was more dominant than him. If that hadn't been evident.
As they broke the kiss, Duchess smirked at him. Her smile was the evil kind, the one that moved his blood right to his crotch. She turned around, purposefully wiggling a bit too much in his lap. He signed before again focusing on her bodice. Every touch of her bare skin against his hands sent unreal shocks through his body. The blood flowed right with it. This was unreal. He was surely dreaming.
It didn’t take long before her corset came right off, exposing a strong back to Sparrow’s wandering eyes. Right now, he would do anything not to wake up. He pulled the piece over her head and set it beside him on the bench. His hands lay loosely on her waist before he could stop himself. His thumbs drawing small circles on her sides. They fit perfectly.
“Can you rub my back? Please?” Duchess begged with a glance over her shoulder. As if he would object to touch her artwork of a body. His hands roamed freely across her back, working away all the small knots. When she gasped at a particular place, he rubbed the spot till she relaxed again. He listened to her little moans as she leaned into his touch.
He didn’t dare to reach too far at her sides or lean too close to watch over her shoulders. He would not ruin this if it wasn’t a dream. His crotch sat painfully tight in his pants. Duchess' movements didn’t help at all. He just tried to savour the feeling for a later time.
“Oh darling, just do it. I know you want it. I can feel you through your pants.” She threw him a smirk over her shoulder and that was all it took. Sparrow slung his arms around the delicate waist and pulled her close to him. It was as if his body had taken over for him, as he couldn’t form a thought for the life of him. He planted kisses on her tender shoulders and slowly went upwards with his hands.
Duchess was soaking wet. She didn’t wear any undergarments as it was uncomfortable and it was only Sparrow with her here. Her skirt was long enough for him not to notice while she practised, but there was only his pants separating them. She obviously hadn’t planned this, but right now she could feel his dick through his pants poking directly at her entrance. She was dripping. The layer of glitter skirt doing nothing to hold her arousal.
Sparrow still lingered right under her breasts. Not wanting to wait any longer, Duchess reached for his hands and gently placed them on her breasts. Sparrow gasped lightly. Her breasts felt perfect in his hands. Suddenly he understood why breathing was so hard in that corset. He never would’ve guessed the right size of her chest in that tight corset. They were large and tender and every squeeze of his hands sent a bolt of lightning through Duchess. The royal arched into his touch and ground her hips and ass against his bulge.
Duchess couldn’t help but moan shamelessly under his touch. She turned around and captured his lips with hers. “Didn’t you want to practice the whole night, babe?” Sparrow would not distract her from that, because he knew that he would get the worst of it if she failed tomorrow. Duchess stood up and turned around to actually face him. He already mourned the loss of her on his lap. He tried not to look at her chest too much.
“Do you want me to practice?” She arched a brow at him, her eyes roaming over his body and stopping at the visible bulge before meeting his eyes again. His eyes slipped down to her breasts again and his breath hitched. “Absolutely not, but don’t blame me if something goes wrong tomorrow.” She sat down on his lap again. This time, facing him. “I’m too distracted to practice. It’s already your fault…” She ground on his bulge again before viciously capturing his lips again. Her nipples were rubbing over his studded jacket. She moaned into the kiss.
She gently pushed Sparrow till his back hit the bench. “We should do something about that buddy of yours, don’t you think?” “Do what you like, babe.” He spoke lowly under his breath. Apparently that were the right words. Duchess scouted back and focused all attention on his bulging pants. A light blush crept up his cheek from Duchess's stare.
Next thing, the royal had his firm erection in her hands. His pants slumped to the ankles. He crossed his arms under his head and watched her move. Her lazy strokes got Sparrow drooling. This couldn’t be a dream. He risked it and pinched his neck. Nothing changed. She still stroked his dick and even lowered her head down. This was very real.
She couldn’t believe she hadn’t done this sooner. At the sight of his long cock, she could feel her arousal drip down her thigh. Of course, the future famous thief was richly endowed. Heavenly annoying boys always were. She lowered her head and locked eyes with her best friend. Then she took the cock into her mouth. She started to suck and bob on his manhood. All while listening to his sounds. She repeated the moves that made him moan and stayed at the spots where his breath hitched.
She took his cock deeper in her mouth, deep-throating it deeper than anyone ever had. He let out a heavy moan. “Duchess…I’m right there…” That made her pause. Slowly she moved away from his dick. He stared at her. “What the Spell?” Was she sirius? He was right about to come. “You’re gonna regret that, babe,” he murmured.
She smirked at him. He threw his head back and groaned while staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a second, his arousal slowly ebbing away.
“You shouldn’t stop looking, darling.” His eyes snapped open as he felt her straddling his hips again. This time without his pants on. He could feel her. Actually completely feel her.
“Are you not wearing underwear?” He breathed while taking in the sight of her on top of him. Perfect. “Nope…” His eyes widened. “You’ve never been much of a royal,” he muttered. Sparrow sat up and took her large breast in his mouth. His cock was nudging right at her soaking entrance. The pleasure almost sent her over the edge.
“Oh fuck...”, she moaned. She expected him to pull back, just like she had, but Sparrow had another idea. He locked eyes with her. “Use me how you like, babe. Grind if you want to.” He captured her nipple again with his lips and carefully grazed over it with his teeth. That sent her spiralling. She started to move her pussy over his long cock. “Oh Grimm.”
Suddenly, his hands were under her skirt. His thumb was slowly moving over her clit. This was it. “Oh by Grimm…fuck…Sparrow…good fairy mother!” Her orgasm rushed through every cell of her body. Sparrow leaned back and now he was the one to smirk. She watched him under half-lidded eyes. Her gaze was murderous, but Sparrow could see the arousal hidden in those pretty, evil eyes.
He didn’t wait too long. He took her by the hips and lifted them from the bench before laying her down on her back. Duchess eyed him suspiciously but didn’t even think about protesting. The orgasm had wiped any thoughts from her head.
She could only watch while her best friend sat between her legs and shoved up her skirt. The rebel let his gaze linger on her plump pink lips. She was dripping again. He wanted to taste her. Locking eyes with her, he lowered his head between her thighs. Sparrow shot out his tongue and gave her pussy a teasing lick. Her back arched off the bench. She was still hexstremly sensitive.
Her moans guided him once again to the most sensitive spots. Duchess was torn between deep pleasure and being overwhelmed by it. She wanted to push his head away, but she knew it was her own fault for edging him like that. The pleasure took over before she could make a decision. “Ohhhhh Sparrow…hexactly there.” She grabbed his hair, which sent a bolt of pleasure through the rebel. Her taste was delicious and he was on the verge of coming untouched. Embarrassing, but not his concern at the moment.
Her second orgasm came without preparation. She moaned and screamed his name while holding his head between her thighs.
He didn’t stop. His strokes got slower but he didn’t stop. If he had to wait, she would pay for it. “Oh Grimm…what did I do?” she whispered, smirking with her eyes closed. This was so perfect. Sparrow lifted his head to lock eyes with her. “Yeah, babe. What did you do? Are we aiming for three and four?” Duchess blushed lightly. She could get used to this version of her friend. “Fuck, yes.”
He crawled over her and connected their lips once again. She could taste herself in him. Their tongues explored each other. Fighting for dominance and Sparrow let her win once again. His focus was elsewhere.
Duchess gasped. Sparrow’s fingers found her entrance without breaking the kiss. “Ohhhh…”, she moaned into his mouth. Grimm, she was so fucking sensitive. His fingers explored her insides at the same time his tongue did. He stroked her inner walls, he spread them wide within her and her back arched into and away from his touch at the same time. Her whole body tingled.
Her next orgasm merely took minutes. This one nearly made her black out. She screamed his name and tried to clench her legs together. It was impossible because he was still sitting between them.
“Sparrow…I need to feel you in me! Lay down!”, she ordered. He listened immediately. That alone put her on the edge of the next orgasm. He was so obedient. Sparrow was scouting back and lay on his back, legs on both sides of the bench. His large cock leaked pre-come as it lay on his stomach. She sat on top of him once again. Her full breasts bounced as she adjusted herself. This quickly became his favourite view.
She took his throbbing cock into her hand, stood up a bit and lowered herself on him.
“OHHH!” Their moans synced as she took every single inch in her tight pussy. She tried to control her breathing. She was overstimulated and ready to come again.
Duchess pussy felt wonderlandiful around his hard cock. Her tight walls squished every inch of him. Sparrow was practically burning inside of his best friend. He didn’t dare to move while waiting for her to adjust to his size. He was actually thankful for the pause. Watching her come four times at his hands had edged him worse than she had.
Then she started to bounce. Sparks shot through his whole body. “Ohh…mmmmhh.” His hands found her hips, helping her bounce and grind and whatever came to that pretty mind of hers. “Beautiful…”, he whispered. She started grinding on his cock with full force. His gaze was captured by her breasts bouncing with her every move. His perfect girl.
Sparrow started meeting her thrusts with his own and the royal threw her head back to let out a moan. It had caught the future Swan Princess by surprise. “Oh good fairy… fuck yes…harder…Sparrow…YESSS!” His current position made it fairly difficult to change the pace. He sat up with his girl still connected to him and lay her on her back. They were constantly alternating who was lying on their back.
With her legs over his shoulder, Sparrow sank even deeper into her. Her vision blacked out for a second as his cock grazed her G-Spot. No one had ever reached it like that. Except for her magic wand and that just wasn’t the same. Why again had she waited for this?
He fucked her without mercy. She was a puddle of pleasure. “Fuck…me. Harder…oh Grimm!” Her breath was hitched, her vision only spots between black and white and her whole body tingled again. Every thrust met her G-Spot. Maybe she was already cumming?
It took everything in Sparrow not to come from the sheer expression on Duchess's face. Her eyes rolled into her head, mouth open to moan his name and breasts moving with every thrust. Her cunt clenched around him as she came once again. He was about to slow to let her rest but Duchess had other ideas. She collected all the consciousness left in her to give another command: “HARDER!” Sparrow nearly came right then and there. What was it about that commanding undertone of hers?
He started thrusting faster and harder and more violently than ever. The sound of his balls meeting her ass was music to his ears. No girl had ever felt as good as this around him.
He could feel Duchess slip away from him. The royal was drunk in the sensation. Eyes closed, waiting for the next wave of pleasure to hit her. His hand moved up her skirt again to touch her clit. Beautiful pink lips welcomed his touch. Her eyes flew open and another scream echoed through the room. She clenched even harder around him. Was she cumming while cumming? This had to be impossible.
“Duchess.” He was basically growling her name. He would come any second. “Inside. Come inside!” she commanded. Her walls were nearly painful, but the pleasure overwhelmed every single sense and he came deep within her with a sinful scream.
Duchess drunkenly looked at him. She had never felt this fucked in her life. But she had also never felt better. Sparrow pulled her onto his lap again. “I’m glad I could help you relax a bit,” he whispered in her ear. She leaned into him. His studded jacket, which he never got rid of, was still rubbing her nipples.
“Thanks. This was more than needed.” She lingered in his arms a bit longer. “Next time, we will even the orgasms,” she breathed into his ear. Then she reached around Sparrow into her bag to grab her towel. She cleaned them before standing up. Only in her skirt and dancing shoes, she was still a bit wobbly.
“Play that guitar for me, pretty boy. The night is young.” Sparrow couldn’t help but smirk once again. He had fucked her brains out, but nothing could make her forget that dance rehearsal.
“What about your bodice?” She waited half-naked in the middle of the room while he put on his pants.
Duchess grinned. “I thought we just solved that matter.”