T-Girl fairy tale 7

The excitement of the evening and the thrill of her new found power over her subjects was an intoxicating liquor for her libido. Within a blessedly short time for Roland she began to spew her pleasure into his bowels.

“So Roland, aren’t you pleased to have pleasured your Princess and received her seed in approval? If I didn’t have a young man to track down I’d stay for awhile and enjoy your tight arse a bit more. Maybe even see if you could take all of me inside you with a little practice. I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

Roland was as pale as if death was were standing there before him to collect his soul. He couldn’t find any words of response and could only quiver and shake as if standing naked in snow up to his knees. Angel pulled her deflating penis from his arse with a soft plop then proceeded to wipe it off with the tail of his nightshirt. She slipped her now clean prick back into her breeches, adjusted her thigh high riding boots and low cut blousy white shirt back into order. She walked across the stable and when she got to the door she stopped. Turning to look over her shoulder she said,