The reactions were atypical of the male species, and Isabella was terribly smug with satisfaction from it all. The noises the man let spill over his fearful teeth assured her of a job done well. Her strokes were careful to appeal to his desires, focusing in motion and location so as best to illicit his low moans of desire. Throughout, the soft rumble of his deep growl continued as she stroked his stiffened length. These kinds of sounds always told her that what she did was done well and that she was on the right mark.
The moment she had hinted with her single lick of another aspect of this kind encounter, Sirius seemed to surge before her. His growl was loud, sudden and it made her give a smirk of pure satisfaction and pride in work. How could she miss his hand on her head, hinting at what it was he wanted from her. How could she not know of his desires? Men enjoyed being played with and they loved feeling pleasure. They were all creatures of pretty desires, men and women. Pleasures of the body affected all, even if few succumbed to their lust. Sirius could do so with her, but she was paying him well for what he payed for her. It was a trade of sorts, and Isabella would not be stingy in her payment.
His growls were low, and the tone of his voice as he spoke made the fire in her own pelvis rise with her desire. Men of power were her own weakness, but she did not come unraveled under their scrutiny. Sirius was powerful, strong, and the danger all gave her rushes of lustful desire. Sirius gave a light thrust of the pelvis, forcing his length closer to her waiting lips. His hand had been tight in her hair, and then his hand raised her chin up to him. She looked up at him as he moved her head up to meet his kiss. She kept her grin, despite her distaste at the gesture. That was kept private. Kisses were intimate things and lovers always had their share of them. Perhaps this man deserved a few, especially as he controlled what direction her life went.
"Of course, my lord," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, as though it was all so obvious. It naturally was. Regardless, the woman leaned her head over his length and let his length glide past her lips on her tongue. She was careful to cradle the length and keep her teeth far from endangering the precious organ. It was all to please the man. If the man was pleased she would get what she wanted. Her eyes shot up to look at his features, a slight smile present on her lips despite the length they were wrapped around.
After a few moments of head bobs and light noises, Isabella pulled him out of her mouth and licked her lips as she looked up at him. She knew what he wanted of her, but she was here to put on a show as well as pleasure him. Her fingers glided over his manhood before she deftly pulled out of his grasp and stood before the King on his throne.
"What my lord wants he gets, this everyone knows." There was no accusation in her voice, even as she coyly stepped back a tad. Fingers slipped to her skirt, as she slowly let it slide down her hips.
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