Natalia couldn't help but giggle at how hard he was struggling to keep his eyes off her breasts. "You know... they belong to you. It's perfectly acceptable to stare at them if you wish." she teased, taking his hand and putting it on one of them. "Or feel. It won't hurt my feelings at all that my husband is attracted to me..."

She had a small smirk on her lips. For as many sexual encounters as he must've had in his lifetime, he certainly was shy about it when their clothes were on. "We don't have to take a walk..." she insisted, a playful glint in her eye. "We can do whatever you wish."

The confidence was returning. Her placing his hand on her breast and that flirty seductive talk emboldened him. He gave her breast a squeeze. "It's whatever you wish too, my lady. There are many things I can think for us to do, but they require not only a willing partner, as I know you are, but an enthusiastic one. I want you to want it too." He raised his other hand to her other breast and squeezed them both, eliciting a small moan from her.

Was this one of the potential heightened arousal moments he had read about? Or was this just Natalia being Natalia? Her breasts were magnificent, and he was curious to see her waist and hips under the dress to know if there were any changes there, too.

"It's the lady's decision. As much as I am Prince, I respect her decision whilst she is pregnant." The glint in his eye was still there, but he said the words with a joking honesty.

She leaned toward him and pulled his head down a little farther so her lips could brush his ear. "We can save that walk." She breathed, then nipped at his ear before pulling back and unlacing the corset once more. That felt better already.

She slipped the dress off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap before he started tearing it off her. HoppING back up on the bed, she gave him a 'come hither' glance while motioning with her finger. She watched him with a smirk as he came toward her on the bed and pulled his body close to hers, pressing herself into him.

As soon as the dress was off, he noticed she was, in fact, a tad more shapely. The look she gave him, along with the beckon, was just too much. He had never expected a highborn lady to be so promiscuous! Once he climbed onto the bed, she was kissing him instantly, pulling his body down on her own. His hardened cock brushed against her folds, through the barrier of his britches.

As he ground against her, she looked up at him, biting down on her lip. She didn't need to utter a word. When she gave him that look, he couldn't describe what he saw, but it was something akin to power. A level of control and want. He leaned in and reconnected the kiss, the tingling feeling running throughout his body. Her lips were sweet and perfect and left him craving more and more.

He knew things were likely to escalate, but wanted to give her some special attention first. A little relief after the day she'd had. He broke away from her mouth and removed his shirt. Proceeding to kiss down her body, across both her breasts as she arched her back, then down to her thighs. He spent some time licking and gently nipping her thighs, working his way ever closer to her core. Finally, his tongue ran along her slit from top to bottom before continuing with slow, purposeful licks. When he had done this before, women had melted in his hands. He could only hope it gave her a similar response.

His kisses trailing down her body made her shiver excitedly, and the way he nipped at her thighs made her hunger for him so badly. Then...his mouth was upon her sex. She gasped, her toes curling. This was yet another first for her, but it was clearly not his. He was excellent at whatever it was he was doing.

"Oh... Marcello..." she moaned. "That's... oh my God..." She clutched at the sheets with her fingers as he continued. Her eyes rolled all the way back in her head, but she wanted to look at him; but she couldn't. Her brain was mush. She couldn't do anything, completely at his mercy, arching her back and moaning again and again as she felt the buildup in the base of her spine as before.

The way she squirmed and writhed gave him a tremendous sense of power, and he put a bit more pressure on his efforts. He varied his methods. One minute simply sucking her clitoris, the next licking, trying to taste all her sweetness. Rarely did he do this for a woman, but the way Natalia was reacting made him want to do it for her every day.

He could feel her tensing and relaxing, so he continued exactly what he was doing, only ever increasing the pressure with which he was sucking. Eventually he felt her arch her back wildly and cry out. Then the shuddering began, and the eruption of pleasure. Eventually he lifted himself off, looking thoroughly disheveled: hair everywhere, smears of her around his mouth.

He crawled back up to her mouth to kiss her, but she was still rolling in ecstasy; her hips bucking against air and eyes still closed with a look of pleasure as her mouth froze in an 'o' shape. He waited for her to open her eyes before kissing her deeply. "You seemed to enjoy that?" He grinned, looking into her eyes.

"Mmmhmm..." she managed, still panting. Enjoyed was an understatement. It had been one of the best feelings she'd ever experienced, but it did not dull her want for him. As he kissed her, she reached for his pants, successfully unbuckling them this time and pushing them down as far as she could reach, desperate to get her hands on his cock. She stroked it longingly, while trying not to break the kiss. Her hips bucked unconsciously, craving the feeling of him within her.

With no real consideration for whether or not he wanted it, she guided him to her folds and pressed her hips up, moaning into his mouth as she did so. She felt like a woman possessed. She'd never even considered being so brazen as to do something like that before, but her grip tightened on his shoulders as she forced him to thrust into her once more.

He kicked off his pants off his ankles. No easy feat when she was forcing him down into her and then back up, continuously thrusting. She was insatiable, but he was happy to match her. There were certain benefits to never getting tired or even slowing down. Once free of his clothes, he repositioned and began thrusting roughly.

He gently rolled over with her, lifting her on top of him so she was as deep as gravity would permit. "I want you above me, so I can get my hands wherever I need." He ran them up her body, squeezing her breasts, and then down her back to her ass. He gripped tightly, lifting her up and then pulling her back down on him.

He just wanted to please her, but in doing so, he could feel the pressure building in his groin. Not that his seed mattered. She was as pregnant as pregnant could be. He thrust harder, feeling her grip tightly as she raked her nails over his chest. He almost wished he could have scratch marks, signs of her lust for him. The only chance of that was if she fully turned and had the strength. It would take a lot to make any marks.

It was a pleasant surprise to Natalia when he matched her vigor and flipped her on top. She rode him like her life depended on it, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She came again almost immediately, crying out like an animal in heat. It was even more intense than the first.

She threw her head back, grinding as hard as she could against him. Her fingernails dug into his skin, and if he'd been able to bleed, she would've drawn blood by now. Then she felt him release inside of her, and she gasped for breath with the pressure at which he came.

Heaving for breath, she slowed her hips, collapsing on top of him. Her breath was hot and heavy on the side of his face. It was as if every bit of energy had been spent. She had not withdrawn him from her, having no strength to do so. She simply collapsed into his arms, almost fainting, the hunger inside her satiated...replaced with actual hunger.

"Oh—my—god—Marcello..." she panted. "I—don't know—what—came over—me..." she was completely limp, as weak as water, barely even able to talk.

He held her body as she laid collapsed on him. She seemed suddenly exhausted, which meant she likely had a bout of sudden arousal. Her hot breath tickled the side of his face, and he turned to kiss her for a moment. "My sweet, that was some of the best lovemaking I have ever had." He stroked some loose hairs that had become glued together with sweat from her face.

"It's not uncommon for vampire births to cause sudden moments of sexual arousal and need. There's no explanation why, but my personal theory is that it's the world balancing out the pain it puts you through." It was then that he realised how weak she was. He carefully lifted her off him and stood up, cradling her. "Shall we get you some food and drink, my love?" He asked, torn between wondering if she was just exhausted or genuinely weak. "There might be something in the box that can help..."

He walked around the room, still cradling her, wondering if she might even fall asleep, or perhaps, more correctly, pass out. Still, he tried to make her smile. "If I might take this chance to say, your bottom and waist are most exquisite looking today," He squeezed.

She smiled at his words and hoped they were true. It was definitely the best she'd ever had, but that wasn't saying a lot.