The pale princess lies in her bed, her fragile body covered in white sheets. Had you not known already, you would be able to see from a glance that she is sick - terribly so. A lifetime of illness, culminating shortly... if your guess is correct. 

As you finish climbing in through the window, you see her slowly, achingly move her head towards you, as if doing so was an unbearable burden. She stares at you with a muddled confusion on her face for a half-minute before recognization flashes through her eyes, followed by a sort of sad resignation. "You're here," she whispers, voice barely audible. Barely a whisper.

Yes, you are here. 

You walk up to the princess. You fear nothing - she has neither the strength nor the will to scream. She is yours for the taking. With one last, slow step, you arrive at the edge of her bed, all the while tracked by her beautiful blue eyes, and you hesitate, if only for a few moments, and take the time to give her the once-over. One last look at your princess. She's a tiny, frail thing, no doubt little over five feet, dreadfully skinny and small, with a youthful, tender face, and hair even more white than her ghostly countenance.  You know from past experience she's nigh flat, with almost no hips and a small, but noticeable ass. Naked under those sheets, if experience proves correct.

'No time like the present,' you think, and with that you pull your shaft free of your pants. She eyes it comprehendingly, and you give her a few moments of staring 'eye-to-eye' with your cock before you decide to take action, pulling her sheets off with your right hand while rubbing your dick against her lips with the other. Her face bares the same resigned exhaustion that it has for all but your first visit as she slowly opens her mouth, her tongue making a half-hearted effort to rub against your dick. You withdraw it a few times, marking her cheeks and forehead with your pre, then letting her kiss the head. Her body exposed, your idle right hand takes to her chest, carressing her nearly absent tits and gently tugging on her nipples, warmed by her ever-present fever. You hear her moan - or the closest you've heard from her - as you play with her nipples, leaving her mouth wide open and defenseless. 

Not one to decline so extravagant an invitation, you push forward, catching her by surprise, making her look into your eyes for a split second before darting her eyes away again. Perhaps the most motion you've seen from her thus far. You almost have trouble fitting yourself into her small mouth, but manage to push through. As warm as the rest of her body is, her mouth is like a furnace - or an infernal twat, soaked in preparation for your manhood. The push is slow, your dick making it's way to her throat, inch after inch sliding past her lips, entering the wet warmth of her mouth. You see her wince as her lips meet your pubes, cock spearing her throat. She gags softly, but is unable to offer much (or any) resistance as you slowly pull out, then push back in, using her mouth as a cock-sleeve, and robbing her of her last virginity in the process. The angle is a bit awkward, but you make due, sliding your right leg on the bed beside her frail form, now able to properly throatfuck her.

But you don't, of course. Your dying princess deserves to be treated like a princess. And you deserve to savor your labor. You continue the motion of pumping into her mouth, rocking your hips back and forth. She diverts her eyes away from you, beautiful blue eyes tainted with resigned sadness. You run your hand through her snow-white hair, savoring it's silky smoothness, combing through it and letting it fall through your fingers. Her mouth is divine - warm for her being a human, hot for her fever, an infernal fuck-pool for you to drive your cock into, time and time again. She does nothing to resist - nor can she, as you pull out nigh-completely, then hilt yourself. Pull out, then hilt. She gags a little every time you enter her throat, but that reaction diminishes with every thrust. Your cock feels like it's burning, swampy heat and plushy lips enveloping it, and with each slow push you feel yourself coming closer to your climax, pleasure building through your rod slowly and surely. 

Shocks of pleasure run through your body, pin-pricks of sated lust starting at your dick and reaching outwards. Finally, you feel ready to blow your load, and you thrust your twitching, ready-to-deliver dick to the hilt one more time into her throat. She looks up, half-afraid, half her usual tiredness, meeting her eyes to yours, a sort of desperate plea in fear of your incoming load. You pet her head gently, running your hands through her hair as you whisper, "It'll be okay, princess. Just let it come..." The fear in her eyes lessens, but only in that it is replaced with resignation. And at that, with one spasmic pulse, a shot of cum coats her throat. Then another, followed by another. She salivates around your dick, now, drool running out of her mouth and pooling at her collarbone. With each pulse her eyes widen for a split second, each line of seed shocking her that much out of her terminal fatigue. You can hear her choke, muffled, as shot after shot of semen fills her throat, one after another, at one or half second intervals, shots of steady intensity painting her throat white, coating her with your cream. You groan quietly, careful, lest you draw anybody's attention. 

Your orgasm winds down, each portion of cum that much smaller than the last, until finally, with one last, fading twitch, your dick shoots its last. You stay there for a moment, savoring the afterglow as your dick softens in her mouth, savoring her heavenly warmth as you gently play with her chest, sliding your hands over her flat tits and gently toying with her nipples. Your delicate flower. What a shame she'll wilt soon. She makes a half-hearted play of sucking you off, gently carressing your undersides with her tongue and cleaning you with slow, gentle movements. 

Maybe she likes this, after all?

After what seems like minutes, you withdraw, wiping your swampy cock off on her cheeks and her chest as you slide off the bed. She lies there, as motionless as ever, though you do catch a glimpse of her licking her lips. Before you go, you pull her sheet off to her knees, revealing her pale, fragile form completely, causing her to shiver from the cold. Beautiful and fragile, like a snowflake. Smiling to yourself, you bend over for a moment, kissing her cunt and sucking on her clit for a half-dozen seconds before pulling away. "Something to remember me by," you whisper, as you pull her sheets back up and tuck them around her shoulders. You turn, walking slowly to the window and leaving the way you came.

Maybe you'll come again, some day.