Lady Training[Various Tags]

Story by Ms. Sunday

Forewards: Thank you, very much, for reading, or at least clicking the topic in interest. Allow me to first say, this is my first writing for the palace, and I hope everyone enjoys. I will be including 'Quick-skip' tags, just in case my reader is more interested in the juicy sex scenes than the story, which is perfectly fine. In order to utilize these, hold control and press 'F', then key in the code at the beginning of each chapter. This will get to the beginning of the sex. The end of the sex scene will be shown by a divider. Each chapter will have tags before them. I enjoy all forms of criticism, though I ask that if they are negative, please direct them to my private message box instead. I will gladly reply back and address any and all issues, but I would prefer not to upset any reader's opinions that enjoyed the writing. Once again, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Mess

All she could do? Was to simply rollover. Not much could beat the fantastic warmth of the sheets caressing her feminine frame, or the cozy glow of a night's rest well spent. The way she could soothe her scholarly touch between layers and touch the fine silk closer to her calves, up her lengthy thighs, and to the bell curve of her feminine hips, as mother-inducing as her grandparents desired. After all, what elder didn't want to become great-grandparents one day? And while she spent her fleeting moments in sensory heaven, her tickling touch trekked gently in front of her to the thick, broad form of the male before her. His massive arm, rippling with unadulterated masculinity and pure hard-work ethics...the perfect spot to cradle both woman and child. Over his impressive shoulders, only to halt.

He was turning, or more specifically...awakening.

The great beast shifting to and fro in a fit of barbaric grunts, until finally he would face the woman, only to mirror her gentle smile. For but a moment, they shared the exquisite scent of one another...filling each others nostrils with the smell of human skin. Then, he spoke,

"Hey baby. Are you ready for yourtraining...?”

The question brought a look of misunderstanding...a slightly lofted brow and a tilt of her head. Perhaps she heard him wrong. Perhaps her morning grogginess set something else off. In reply, with but a coy grin, should he be playing a deviant game, or some sort of word play, she questioned,

“Training...?”

And then things shifted.

By things, it was more then just the moment...it was the bedsheets behind her. Another, large, imposing figure would arise, as impressive as the bastion of girly fantasies in front of her disheveled bed sheets, though he wasn't a gentle giant. No, indeed, as a contrast to his slow rise, his quick, broadarm made up for it by coiling about her slender throat and tugging her free from her bedsheets. At least until the layers would rollaway, and the treasure was revealed beneath. Gentle, forgiving skin upon dainty shoulders, breasts that sent most men into a craze, full and attention grabbing as time would gift, yet ripe and pert as the youth dictated. A handful and a half, and that was certainly a statement for men with broad hands. It was a statement that was proven, when the male behind her brutishly lurched his hold upwards and held onto the joy-inducing mound, even going as far as to give it a hearty knead. The blood began to flow, however, when she snapped her gaze, far more panic stricken, to the one in front, and what sort of solace did he offer?

None.

In fact, he began to drag himself slowly upwards and smile down at her, as if a god peering down upon a mere mortal soon to be forsaken,

“What's wrong, baby? I thought you would like this little gift. Maybe you'll appreciate this bigger gift even more...”

And in lieu of sexual innuendo, this one had to be followed up. 'Big' was a term definitely coined for his masculinity, as the organ presented, or more appropriately, shoved, in front of her visage was by no means defined as 'small'. Thick and quivering with a might she was hardly used to in a male, she took but a sharp second to etch every single vein in her mind. As if ready to burst and release all of the blood and cum built up, it was perhaps more intimidating then the two man's power. At least it was kind enough to kiss her, though in the form of his hulking hand gripping the base and forcing the swollen, meaty cap to her plush tiers. Whether fear stricken, or awe stricken, was hard to tell, but the end result was the same. Hesitantly, she parted her pouty lips, allowing the clouds of oral heaven to split and towelcome the invading force in some sort of peace offering.

Peace was not what they were seeking.

As soon as he gained some sort of bearing into the orifice, his mighty hand swept up a mess of her stray tresses and wound them up into a domineering ponytail. The raven strand

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