As we left the bathhouse, I escorted Isabella to her new home inside the castle, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the warm, steamy atmosphere of the baths. The castle's corridors were dimly lit, the soft glow of candles and lanterns casting flickering shadows on the stone walls as we walked. I could sense Isabella's nervousness, her excitement and anticipation palpable as she glanced up at me with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
As we strolled through the castle, I began to send her a series of mental images, each one designed to tease and tantalize her. I started with a gentle, romantic kiss, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, sweet caress. The image was vivid, and I could sense Isabella's heart skipping a beat as she felt the sensation of my lips on hers. Next, I sent her an image of her breasts being played with, my fingers tracing gentle circles around her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
The images continued, each one more erotic and tantalizing than the last. I sent her a mental picture of her cock being jerked, my hand wrapping around her shaft, stroking her with a firm, steady rhythm. Isabella's breathing quickened, her eyes darting up to meet mine as she felt the sensation of my touch. And then, I sent her an image of her cock being sucked, my lips wrapping around her shaft, my tongue tracing circles around the head. The image was so vivid, so real, that I could sense Isabella's arousal spiking, her body responding to the mental stimulation.
As we approached the room where she would be sleeping, I sent her a final mental image, one that left no doubt about my intentions. I pictured myself pushing into her newly made tight pussy, my cock sliding into her with a slow, gentle ease. The image was explicit, and I could sense Isabella's shock and excitement as she felt the sensation of my penetration. Her eyes went wide, her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she realized the true extent of my desires.
The room was cozy, the bed a large, four-poster affair with soft, white sheets and a plush comforter. I opened the door, gesturing for Isabella to enter, my eyes never leaving hers as I waited for her to process the mental images I had sent her. The air was thick with tension, the silence between us heavy with anticipation and unspoken promises. I could sense Isabella's heart racing, her body responding to the mental stimulation, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before she would be ready to surrender to her desires.
As I moved towards her, my body seemed to be acting on its own, driven by a primal need to claim her. My hands grasped her waist, feeling the gentle curves of her sides before moving to her buttocks. I spread her cheeks, playing with the soft flesh, and then gave them a gentle slap, eliciting a startled gasp from Isabella. The sound only fueled my desire, and I continued to caress her, my fingers digging into the doughy softness of her ass. Once I'd satisfied my urge to explore her, I aligned my cock against her dripping pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness emanating from her.As I pressed against her, Isabella's eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of excitement and trepidation burning in their depths. I could sense her uncertainty, but it was clear that she was also drawn to me, her body responding to my touch with an eagerness that was hard to ignore. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I'm going to take you now, Isabella," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you mine, and you're going to love every minute of it."
Isabella's breath caught in her throat, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I could sense her surrender, her willingness to give in to her desires, and it only fueled my own passion. I pressed against her, my cock sliding into her with a slow, gentle ease, the warmth and wetness of her pussy enveloping me like a glove. Isabella's eyes went wide, her face flushing with pleasure, as I began to move inside her, my strokes slow and deliberate, designed to build her pleasure and drive her to the brink of ecstasy.
As we moved together, the room around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a world of passion and desire. I could feel Isabella's body responding to mine, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with my strokes, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I knew that she was close, that she was on the verge of climax, and I was determined to take her there, to make her feel the full force of her own pleasure. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck, my voice whispering words of encouragement and desire, as I drove her towards the edge, and over, into a world of ecstasy and surrender. As I spoke, Isabella's body began to tremble, her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythmic pattern that matched the strokes of my cock. Her eyes flashed with a desperate plea, and I knew she was on the brink of climax. I slowed my pace, drawing out the moment, and Isabella's face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
Just when she thought I was going to deny her, I surged forward, my cock driving deep into her, and Isabella's body exploded in a riot of sensation. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream, as she came apart in my arms. I felt her pussy clenching around me, the muscles rippling and releasing in a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole.
I let out a low growl, my own climax building in response to hers, and I drove into her with a series of rapid, intense strokes. Isabella's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, but she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, as I came inside her.