<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>The prince could feel her cunt spasm around his cock as he pounded her relentlessly. He could feel her bodies relief to finally be filled by a phallus of such a large size. He was sure that she had pleasure slaves in the past pound her as well, but they were brutes most of the time from his experience. They did not know the finer details to sex that Vakarius had. He was far from done with this woman. He would make her beg for more and more until her body would collapse from the exhaustion. It was a well guarded secret within the royal house of Apsolus that the prince had a sexual libido like no other. He had one of the largest harem of slave women from all over the known empire. He was young, had power, and everything he wanted, but it was not enough to him. He always wanted more, and he always found a way to get what he wanted.<br/><br/>Each time he thrust into her he was not just pleasing himself, he was also searching for an elusive little inner bud. The g spot that all women had. That little rough patch of nerves that would send women over the edge in just a few strokes. after a dozen strokes he was finally able to find it, but he would need to switch positions to effectively access it and unlock its power. He slowed his strokes for a moment and gave her heart shaped ass a quick spank to get her mind back to earth from the netherworld of pleasure. Giving the reddened flesh a quick squeeze before he let go and pulled out of her dripping sex. His cock now fully lubed and ready for the next stage.<br/><br/>Once she was turned over on her back, the prince pulled her up from the edge of the pool and using his well developed muscles held her in his arms before he re-entered her with such ferocity that it made his earlier start seem like a tease. Fully penetrating her with the full length of his girth, the tip and under end of his cock rubbed against the rough patch of her g spot. Sending electricity both down his own spine and it sure would do the same for her. Holding her back with his hands around her waist and arm across her shoulders, he once again began his strokes in earnest. He knew he was approaching his own orgasm but he would ensure that she would beg him to allow her to release him of his seed. Her sex was now pulling and sucking on his cock, wanting more and more from it. He realized that he had not even left the pool but it did not matter to him now. He was in the middle of his passion throws and nothing would stop him now. His head went to her neglected right breast and with his tongue in between hard breaths he teased the now firm nipple with his tongue and gently pulled on it with his teeth. He could smell the sweet perfume from the market that slavers used to entice buyers and the smooth and creamy skin only made the Prince madder with lust. The woman was an angel of lust to him.