me ... - the princess mentally said. - You are welcome. Do not torture me anymore, I can not stand it.

Tori pulled away from the bud of the girl and, putting his hands on both sides of her head, bent over her.

“You know, it will hurt,” Luna felt a breath on her lips.

“I don't care,” she breathed, and dug into her lover’s lips.

They were soft and wet from its lubrication. She ran one hand into Tory's hair, pressing his head harder.

- Stop. Hair?! - the thought worked on the princess like a bucket of cold water. The lips she kissed were curved in a smile.

She wanted to strip the blindfold from her eyes, but strong hands held her.

“Don't be mad at me,” came the gentle request, and Tori himself, with his teeth, pulled the ribbon from the princess's eyes.

A beautiful young face appeared before her eyes. The pupils were still burning green, but otherwise, there was no sign of the monster. Dark brown, wavy hair, medium in length, framed the face of the correct oval shape. Clear dark eyebrows curved, giving the eyes with a black iris, playfulness. The correct straight nose, with a barely noticeable crook, full lips, stretched in a happy smile, and dimples on the cheeks, made this man an ideal, in the understanding of the Moon. The princess opened her mouth in silent question.

“Not a goblin,” the guy said simply, and he dug into the girl’s mouth to stop her from recovering.

He let go of the princess's held hands, and began to hotly kiss her neck, stroking her ribs and hips. The lower abdomen, as before, ached sweetly, demanding a continuation, for this the Moon decided to leave inquiries for later.

She hugged the young man's torso, clinging to him with his whole body, and felt the head of an instrument ready for action rested against her thigh. But the guy was in no hurry, alternately licking and biting her nipples, and stroking the girl's body wherever she reached. To suffer these painful caresses of the Moon did not have enough strength.

“Please,” as she breathed out, she raised her pelvis so that the head rested against her vagina.

The young man got up and threw off his robe. His body was not inferior in beauty to his face. The muscular shoulders, the wide chest, the dice of the press and the strong pumped up arms reminded the princess of a statue of the gods.

He leaned over her and dug in a long, passionate kiss. Pulling back, turned her on his stomach and pulled her to him, forcing her to kneel.

- Believe me, - only Luna heard, and felt the hardness of the member, clinging to her hole.

Tory began again to caress the princess's back, alternating palms with lips and tongue. One of his hands made her way to the pea clit and began to gently but gently massage it. Heat was growing inside, forcing the girl to moan and squirm, trying to implant on such a desirable male organ, but the guy did not allow her to do so. The pressure of the fingers increased, bringing the princess to a frenzy, a wave of approaching detente coming closer, promising to wash away reality like a mirage. The moon whined and felt a body spread out, sweet to madness, a sensation that made all its insides throb. Tori made a sharp push, breaking the hymen and getting inside the princess to the full depth. Light, barely tangible through the veil of orgasm, burning and sensation of a stretching vagina, made a wave of pleasure go to the second round. The moon felt, muscles constricting in her cave, the solid trunk of her lover, frozen, and still slightly stimulating her clitoris with her fingers. It seemed to her that it lasted forever, until she felt heavy and tired.

A hand that had just recently caressed a trembling pea, clasped its abdomen and, holding it up, pressed it against the man’s broad chest. His cock was still in her, but he did not try to finish the job, just kissed her face, neck and neck, breathing in the smell of her hair.

The princess was breathing heavily, on the verge of reality. She was warm and comfortable in the arms of this man. Understanding that he is still in her, made her feel like a part of him, his continuation. As if she always knew him and ... loved her.

“Me too,” whispered a tender voice.

Luna smiled and turned her head to reach Tori’s lips. Their lips met and entwined in a kiss. It was not the kiss that overwhelms partners in moments of passion. It was a mystery of two people who love each other endlessly.

“That's not all,” the boy said with a smile, and the princess felt like a hot organ in her, stiffening, stirring.

This made the sweet heat gather again in a lump in the girl's stomach. She was about to get off the young man, but he stopped her.

“It will hardly hurt so much,” he answered the not yet asked question, and again putting her knees on the skin.

He began to move slowly and deeply, stroking the princess’s back and buttocks. And although inside the moon was a little burned, she enjoyed it. Tori again picked up her fingers to the princess's clitoris, and her body trembled from a pleasant cramp. She began to move towards the frustration of the guy, sitting down deeper and stronger. Her partner also began to more abruptly enter the narrow slit. His fingers, with each passing minute, pressed harder on the pearl of the clitoris, and his breathing became hoarse and intermittent.

The moon felt, already familiar, a brewing wave of orgasm, and began to cling to Tory pubis with even greater force. He, too, was already on the verge of ramming the princess’s hot entrails. The last straw was the feeling of flesh compressing around his penis, and the sight of a girl's body shaking in orgasm. The guy drove the barrel all the way, and with a loud moan, he threw a jet of thick seed inside the princess.

***

They lay on a shaggy soft skin, basking in each other's arms. He kissed her hair, eyes and hands, clasping the girl to him as if she could be taken away. She just gently smiled at him, looking into burning eyes.

- "I do not want. I will not! “- Tori mimicked the princess earlier.

“There’s nothing to frighten girls like that,” Luna laughed.

- I did not scare. I checked, - the guy answered with a smile.

- What for? Is the ritual not accurate enough for you? - the girl arched an eyebrow.

“Well, since I was the last to go, I didn’t want to be chosen out of despair or“ for beautiful eyes ”and status. Therefore, I decided to complicate the task.

- Status? And what is your status?

- Hmm. Do not you know? - Tori was surprised.

- Of course not. I see you for the first time.

“Yes, but ... my eyes,” the boy looked at the non-understanding girl. - They glow.

- Yes, I see. So what?

- You really do not know? - the young man's eyes widened. - This is only a ve ... well, okay, soon you will learn everything.

- Have you already been chosen? - tried to collect the pieces of the puzzle moon.

- Yes.

- And you're still single?

- Yeah.

“I don't understand,” the princess breathed.

“It’s my fault that not one girl was in the monastery,” Tori closed his eyes. - You see, the ritual is designed so that if the person who chooses is guided by selfish goals, the label crumbles and the girl is considered unclaimed.

- Tag? - still did not understand the moon.

The man held out a clenched fist.

- Hold on, - he opened his fingers.

A beautiful copper amulet on a thin, long chain, with a green crystal in the center, fell on the girl’s palm.

“Tag,” Tori added.

“Ah, that’s why they threw decorations at me!” - Luna was amazed, remembering previous applicants.

“Well, yes,” the man calmly stated.

“Green,” said the princess, delighted at the crystal, like a little girl.

“Yeah, like your eyes,” Tori added. - I think we should go.

“I don't want to,” the girl frowned. “You're so far there.”

“It's not for long,” the guy's eyes narrowed with a smile.

They have risen. The man took the amulet, lying on the palm of the princess, and put it on her neck. He hung, rocking, below the girl’s breasts.

“Labeled,” Tori laughed at his favorite smack, and disappeared.

The girl also hurried to close her eyes.

***

The throne room was noisy. Who applauded, who whistled, who shouted something unintelligible.

The moon opened her eyes. Everyone looked in her direction, raising cups.

“Beautiful,” she heard her father’s voice.

Gett looked at the sparkling pendant, swinging on a long chain.

- Green, - Sena tenderly smiled at her.

“Aha,” the princess blushed, clutching the amulet in her palm, like the biggest jewel.

She turned her gaze to the gray figure, eagerly waiting for the priest to announce her lover. He stood silently, apparently waiting for the hall to fall silent.

- Quiet! - Gett shouted, and everyone immediately calmed down.

“Candidate Tory,” the priest began. - Shadow. “The moon was bouncing on the throne; it seemed to her that the priest was talking too slowly. “High Warlock of the Western Valley,” he finished.

A loud "ah" rolled through the hall.

“Wow,” Gett said cheerfully. - Well, you have chosen our son-in-law, Sunflower.

- What? - Luna shrugged in surprise

- He owns almost half the world. There are only four of them, - the father tried to explain to her.

She turned her dumbfounded gaze to the hooded figure. In the chair sat Tori, exactly the same as he was in the astral, only his eyes were not green. He gently smiled at the girl and, getting up, moved toward her.

Under his gaze, the princess felt blood rush to the lower abdomen, and squeezed her legs to calm her desire even a little. The magician came to the throne of her father, and bowed low.

- Thank you for raising such a daughter.

Gett, smiling, bowed his head in response. Then the young man already bowed to the Seine.

- Thanks for giving birth to her.

Mother also nodded, not hiding a contented smile. Finally, Tori went up to the princess and, kneeling, kissed her hand.

“Thank you for being there,” he whispered with his lips.

Luna looked at her father, who, having read the question in her eyes, nodded. She jumped, and hung on the neck of a man who had just risen. He immediately squeezed her in his arms.

“Now we will celebrate,” announced the king, rising and holding the cup. - Have fun, eat, drink in honor of the newlywed, and their own ... - he threw a sly glance at the embracing couple. - We, perhaps, let go to rest.

Tori easily picked up the girl in his arms and, with a quick step, went out into the arch.

- Where is your room? - he purred into the ear of the moon.

- Why? - she slyly squinted.

- Well, I need to deprive you of virginity, no matter how how - barely restraining laughter, the man replied.

- What? Again?!...

the end