"y-yes, but that isn't what I meant." Princess Lucy spoke, flustered beyond control.
But then, she thought to herself.
Isn't the clown right? I am a young lady who wishes to experience love, but I can't find any man that I want to devote myself to.
She then looked up at the clown, taking in the way his white hair fell past his incredibly handsome face. Not only was he handsome, but he also wore an expression on his face that suggested that he always in control of the situation.
Like a true god.
Lucy pressed her thighs together, a shiver racing through her as her thoughts went to forbidden places, a faint warmth spreading between her legs.
Noticing this, Solomon took advantage.
"Do not worry. I'm not asking for you to undress, or even get naked. I just want to show you what the touch of a man feels like."
Lucy, though embarrassed, found the clowns words working on her.
Like most woman of age, she often pleasured herself at the thoughts of being with a man, yet never had the intentions of experiencing it until marriage.
At that moment, she told herself that if a god thought it was acceptable, then couldn't that be the truth?
With shaky legs, she pushed herself to her feet and made her way over to the clown who still gestured towards his lap.
Before doing anything else, she stopped, standing over him. Up close, the clown got an even better look at the roundness of her breasts.
"What if my body disappoints you?" She said, expression growing sad.
Solomon let out a soft chuckle.
With gentle hands, he grasped her waist, pulling her down onto his lap. Lucy gasped, her legs naturally parting to straddle him, their faces were now only inches apart.
She turned her head shyly, but Solomon's focus wasn't on her face.
His hands slid slowly down her waist, making their way to the flare of her hips until they rested on the plump curve of her ass. Through the thin fabric of her gown, his fingers sank deep into her softness, playing with her ass using deliberate squeezes.
He felt the delicate lace of her panties outlining her curves, his thumbs brushing along the line where her cheeks met, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her stomach.
Each firm grip spreaded her ass slightly, exposing her intimate areas to the cold air, making her pussy clench against her will.
"Ahh-!"
Lucy let out a sharp breathe, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. She leaned forward, making her breasts press against the clouds of Solomon's outfit, her nipples hardening into two points that rubbed against his body with every movement.
Solomon's smile grew wider as he felt her body against him.
His cock stiffened beneath her, swelling in his pants, and the growing hardness pressed gently against the wet spot growing between her thighs.
W-what is this? Lucy thought to herself, her body flushing with uncontrollable heat. He's only touching my ass, yet it's like his fingers are stroking me everywhere!? How something so lewd feel so... Good?
Her breaths grew short, as waves of pleasure grew stronger whilst he continued to grope her.
She felt something firm nudging against her lower region. A thick bulge that sent electric sparks through her lower lips with every accidental brush.
Without thinking, her hips rocked gently at first, then with more lust, grinding her soaked pussy against his hardness.
Oh? Solomon thought to himself. I would have never expected the shy princess to do something so lustful.
He looked up at her blushing freckled face, and the way her orange curls fell past her face. She looked incredibly cute when squirming with pleasure.
Through the fabrics, her swollen pussy lips spread around the outline of his cock, making her juices soak the fabric, creating a slippery area.
Each forward thrust pressed her deeper onto him, her body wanting to go further and further.
Solomo's lust only grew. His grip on her ass tightened as he felt the wet warmth spreading from her, seeping into his crotch.
He could feel the softness of her pussy lips through the layers, and could tell that it was plump and eager. It was as though she was molding to his erection.
He wanted to tear the clothes of her and ravage her then and there. But that didn't match the demeanour of a god.
So, with great sadness, Solomon removed his hands from her ass with a jiggle and placed them back on her waist. He then used minimal strength to lift her back to her feet.
Lucy looked down at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and a disappointed expression on her face. She didn't notice, but her legs quivered ever so slightly.
"W-whats wrong?" She said, wondering why the clown had stopped. She started to worry that she had done nothing wrong.
Solomon only smiled, trying not to look down at the dark spot at the crotch of her gown, lest he embarrass her.
With a great sigh, he spoke.
"Your body feels amazing, Lucy. One could almost mistake you for a god himself."
Lucy jumped at the compliment. Despite being flustered, she also found herself filling with joy.
"But, I'm afraid we cannot go any further today, otherwise we will have nothing to look forward to."
The words caught Lucy off guard.
Look forward to... Doesn't that mean that Sir Clown wishes to do this again in the future?!
She didn't speak allowed, but at that moment, she vowed to never miss a prayer to the god of information.
"Of course, Great Clown." She said, bowing her head deeply. "I will get going now, as I'm sure I've taken up enough of your time."
Solomon White didn't stop her as she made her way back to the stands and quickly sat down, allowing the pink fog to carry her back to her chambers in the palace.
Afterward, the clown sat in his tent, unable to stop the smile from growing on his face.
The night was dark, and he was tired enough to sleep.
And as he did, he found himself dreaming about how lucky his transmigration had been.
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