<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>The princes lust was truely starting to build now. Khalidas soft mews and moans were only encouraged his actions. He had learned his expert touch from a young age of 18 when his father wanted him to 'man up' in his own words since the prince was such a book worm. The king had aissigned him several bed slaves to teach him how to please a woman. He was clumsy and sloppy at first but just like his academia. He was an apt student, soon he was having the slaves scream his name in pleasure from his fingers delicate touch.<br/><br/>As the slave talked about her past, Vakarius continued his ministrations on her body. Touching her in all the rift places but just enough to keep her on the edge of orgasim. Denying her that pleasure, she would have to earn her release as a slave. "<strong>a warrior pirate huh? I've made my name destroying and killing people like your past self. People like that are the bain of my existance. You just earned yourself further teasing.</strong>" He said teasing her a little. His hand once again went down to her hairless mound. This time however he found the elusive clit. Still hard from his touch, and slowly rubbed the side of the hard nob with two of his fingers. Rubbing it with the sides of his fingers, keeping the clit in the middle. Maintaining constant pressure on the bud. He could feel the shuttering of her body from his touch and that also made him smile. She was getting close, but the prince was an expert at keeping slaves at just the edge of the release. All to the point of making them beg for release wether they wanted to or not.<br/><br/>As she started to wash his hair, he stopped his pleasure torture of her body to allow her to finish her work on his scalp, which did need dire attention. But this did not reduce his own lust. His hairless cock was starting to reach its own heights. It seemed to have a mind of it's own, starting to throb and rubbing on he outer folds of her sex. The two bodies wanted to be together but it was only the will of the prince that prevented it from happening.<br/><br/>"<strong>Tell me Khalida, how do you think you are doing? Evaluate your own performance.</strong>" Vakarius said as she massaged his scalp earning her a few grunts and moans from the prince as she worked out the tangles and knots. His mind was starting to cloud so much that he was beginning to think of just pushing the slave over the edge of the pool and mount her right then and there. Remind her of the barbarian pleasure she was accustomed to. It was starting to become a real possibility.