Posted by RoiSensai on August 30, 2004 at 17:09:49:
Hello Folks,
I am new here, and I would like to share a short litlle story, that I found on the internet. But, I added much of my own writing and visions, to the story. For all of you, who share a serious navel fetish..... it's called....
"Princess"
As the battle raged around us. I barely noticed the tiny arrow, that had struck me in the very center, of my stomach. My adrenalin was flowing so much. I was totally unaware of the sensual pleasure, that was slowly taking control, of my belly and entire body. But, I could finally see the woman, responsible for the flight of this arrow. As she slowly approached me.
I suddenly realized the archer, was just a little girl. No more than 16 years of age. But, she knew that I was the Princess, and the shaft of her short little arrow, was now imbedded firmly, in the center of my bellybutton. Thankfully though, the tip of her arrow, had only pierced an inch or so. Into the tender folds, at the base of my very sensitive navel. But, I was having trouble focusing on this little virgin archer. Because, my secret navel fetish desire had been fulfilled, and my entire body was racked with spasms. As the Orgasms were growing more intense, and soaking my pussy, with each Climax. I was still able to firmly reach out with my mind and I took her right hand and pulled it toward me, offering her sword to myself. The corded muscles in her forearm stood out, as she strained, trying to fight me. It was all pointless, and from the look in her eyes, I knew that she knew, as well. Even so, she had to fight the inevitable.
I pried her fingers open, again with my mind. I caught her sword as it dropped, with my outstretched hand. It was a very thin sword, a little over a foot long, curved upward slightly, into the point. It had a nice edge on it, too. Much like a rapier, but slightly curved.
“You take good care of your sword. So much for the old saying about it taking care of you.” I looked back up into her face again and smirked. “Then again, I guess I am going to take care of you, with it.”
She just clenched her jaw and her face darkened even more. This just wouldn’t do.
I looked deeply into the young woman’s eyes ... very deeply. I focused on her aura, noting all of the ugly patches of fear and hate. I finally reached into her mind and stroked a few places, touched some parts, and tweaked others just a little. The lines in her face softened, and her eyes looked almost peaceful.
I let go of the girl’s mind, and stepped toward her. She blinked, refocusing on me, and her eyes slowly traced downward. Until she was plainly gazing at the arrow, still planted in my navel.
She could tell, that I had a serious navel fetish. Because, the arrow was vibrating with each jolt of pleasure, and she could clearly see the juices staining my garment, with each surging of cum!…. So, she grasped the arrow, with both hands, and started to push it deeper, into my stomach. Until I pressed the tip of her own sword, firmly against her throat. She realized her fate, and reversed her thrust. So, she slowly pulled the arrow from my belly, and watched as the tiny trickle of blood, began to flow, like a small fountain. The tip of the arrow made a suction noise, as it slid free from the wound, and the Orgasm that followed. Was the most incredible spasm of pain and pleasure, that I have ever experienced, in my entire life. My entire body was shaking as I was moaning, and suddenly she pushed her finger through the hole, that used to be my bellybutton. I could not hold back the screams that followed. As her finger wiggled it’s way through my freshly pierced navel. I dropped to my knees, and she followed. Still holding a firm grip on my belly wound. My Super Orgasm lasted, for what seemed like hours. While this little girl, continued to poke and prod the inner sanctum, of my tender Love Button.
She would also help my Orgasms to swell in intensity. By rubbing my pussy and soaked clit, with her other hand. Until, she could she that I had reached the climax of our experience….. Then, I was suddenly aware of all my other “Non Sensual” senses.
“What’s your name, girl?”
She almost smiled at me, for a moment. “Cei ‘Lien.” She looked at me like a little girl looking to her daddy for encouragement. I don’t know how the metaphor popped into my mind, but it was there. Damn! Why did I always have to overdo these things? I’d have to hurry, before I lost my nerve.
“Lift your shirt off your belly.”
Cei ‘Lien took the sides of her tunic and slid it up to her ribs. Then, she took the slack and tied it off on her left side, holding her tunic in place. Her waist was much narrower than I had imagined with her tunic covering her. I felt really stupid now, for ever mistaking her as a full grown woman.
I lifted the girl’s sword and placed the tip of the point in the exact center, of her navel. I looked back up into her eyes. “Brace yourself.”
Cei ‘Lien put her hands on my shoulders and held firmly.
I focused inward for a moment and focused on my goddess’ presence. I called out as best I could, although honestly, I can never be sure whether my goddess is listening or not, at any given moment. -Demurna, take Cei ‘Lien into you.-
Then, I slowly began to put pressure on her tiny thin little sword. The blade slid into her navel and straight through her, until the blade was a couple of inches in her belly.. I could feel the blade begin to vibrate. As she started to wiggle and squirm.
Now, her entire body was being consumed, with the same intensity of Navel Fetish Orgasms, that I had just Cum through. It was as this point. I realized why this young teenage archer, had taken such careful aim. To send her arrow flying directly into the center, of my own navel…….. Is it possible, that this little girl, has a more serious and all consuming desire. To be stabbed through the bellybutton…. Than I ever imagined?
I allowed her hands to grasp the blade. As I slowly moved my own hands to her pussy, and could feel the gushing of her cum. I inserted my finger through her heavily vibrating clit. Just like she did with my sexually ravaged navel. With each push and wiggle of my finger. This young woman experienced wave after wave, of incredibly fulfilling Orgasms.
This young little female archer, was no longer a Virgin!
The next day, my bodyguards found us passed out, and hugging each other. With her tiny little arrow, pierced deeply into both of our Navels!
As time moved on, my navel wound healed better than hers. She still had a noticeable scar, and I always encouraged her, to wear revealing clothes. Showing off her flat sexy stomach, and the mark of our newly formed friendship.
I was now, the Queen of this Empire………and my little archer girl, was a great sex partner and beautiful Princess!