Watching her, gazing down at her shy but flirtatious manner made his blood race as he imagined her lying naked before him. She didn’t know he’d watched her these past two years. The Duke’s pretty dark-haired daughter had captivated him enough to finally petition the church for an annulment. If only they would listen and if only the Emperor would die soon, he could finally have what he had long been denied. He could finally have the bride he wanted.
Placing her hand on his chest, she unfastened his cloak. “Do you require my help?”
The King smiled and nodded. “I would love your help.” He extended his arms and allowed Sabina to undress him.
Staring at him as she unclothed his perfect body, she felt enslaved by this new sensation kindling between her thighs- his physical beauty, his masculinity was beyond compare. Mesmerized by wavy auburn hair, his icy blue eyes and chiseled jaw, he held her captivated as she slowly removed layer after layer of his attire allowing her fingertips to graze his warm skin just to watch him shudder under her touch. There was something fascinating about holding a man so enthralled, she only wished it was under different circumstances. As excited as she felt, she wondered what it might have been like to spend the night as man and wife.
Do you think we might play a game?” Sabina ran her finger down his chest and let it trail to his naked abdomen, stopping short before she removed his last bit of underclothing.
Intrigued by her question and desperate for her to continue, Malthor nodded. “What kind of game?”
“This is the first time I…. Sire, this is my first time for everything. You are the first man I am touching.”
“Yes, I know… please call me Malthor.” He took her hand in his, sensing her anxiety.
“Would it be so wrong if we pretend for one night, one night only, that this was our wedding night?” She stared up at him with sadness in her eyes but managed a smile.
“Does it mean so much to you? Yes, it would, or you would not have asked.”
As he looked down at her diminutive figure, so young and innocent, his heart twisted slightly. He had never given much thought to his mistresses’ feelings. Most had come from the underclasses and found a better life in the castle, but she was different. She could have had a much more fulfilling life if he had not forced her into his service. But he needed her desperately. He’d loved her from the moment he first set eyes on her—without shame or regret. After 15 years of marriage to Kirsa, he longed to be a true husband, happily wed and faithful to one woman. As much as he wanted to make things right for them, he could make her no promises. There were no assurances he would ever be able to marry her. If she wanted to pretend, them he would pretend. He was her slave.
While enduring his prolonged silence, Sabina feared he was not in favor of the idea and withdrew her request. “Forgive me, Malthor. It was a childish wish from a childish girl. We do not…..”
Bringing her into his chest, he held her tightly. “Let us pretend, my lady. We are young and they have arranged us, but that does not mean there is no desire.” His heart suddenly skipped a beat as he watched her eyes grow wide with excitement.
“But my lord, although there is no want of desire, I’m afraid there is need of skill.” Hooking her finger in his braies, she slowly lowered them, running her palm on his very hard and magnificently large male organ. Stunned by his immense size, she gazed down, heard herself gasp before attempting to rush off in a panic.
Grasping her waist, he carried her towards her bed. “Sabina? Is this part of your game?” Confused, Malthor studied her expression.
“Malthor, you’re too big. I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m scared.” Her voice broke in a quick burst of sobbing.
“Nonsense. This is our wedding night. Calm yourself, wife.”
“But you’re going to kill me.” She sniffled into his chest and inhaled his scent, growing more aroused by the second.
“Come here, come on….” Taking her hand, the King led her up to her knees and wiped her tears. “Let me help you undress.” Unlacing her thin robe, he caused a soft moan to escape as he took a slow lick across her neck
Shuddering with an ache that continued to torment her, Sabina leaned into him and allowed him to remove her wrap. Gazing up at his lovesick eyes, she bit her lip flirtatiously. “Dear husband, will you please show your poor wife how to satisfy you?”
“Yes, my love. All in good time. For now, let your adoring husband satisfy you.” Dipping his head, he captured her lips, forcing her mouth to accept his and thrust his tongue deep. Devouring her with passionate kisses, he allowed his hands to explore her body, lingering on the swells of her breasts. Caressing them gently, he stroked her swollen buds and savored the feel of each rigid point in his fingers, while he groaned with desire. Dying to feel every inch of her skin, Malthor allowed his trembling hands to remove her thin gown, eagerly unlacing it and letting it fall off her shoulders. She was even lovelier than he imagined. Although he’d been with countless women, this was different, she was different. Sabina intrigued him from the moment he first set eyes on her. For the first time, he felt as besotted as a young lover. Smoothing his fingers across her skin, he kissed his way up, crawling over her shivering body.
“You’re enchanting, my love. I’ve waited so long for tonight.”
“You have?” Staring up at him dreamingly, she reached out to cup his cheek, running her finger across his jaw and letting it skim down his chest. He was beautiful.
“You do not understand how long the thought of holding you in my arms has tortured me, my precious girl.” Placing his hands on the curve of her waist, he kissed her tight abdomen and traveled to her round, supple breasts. As his tongue encircled each one, she moaned with an unbridled desire, tempting him to go further. Taking his time and teasing her unkindly, he finally stopped to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, inhaling it entirely as he watched her shudder helplessly in his arms.
“Oh, Malthor! Please, don’t stop. You feel wonderful.” Sabina mewed softly as she ran her fingers through the thickness of his rich chestnut locks, pulling gently as her body writhed with need.
Lost in a haze of lust, he pushed her up on the bed, spread her legs and buried his mouth in her moist passage. The scent of her arousal invaded his senses driving his need to claim her, but he wanted to savor every sound and taste she offered. Sabina surprised him, wailing as he suckled and stroked her sweet spot, causing a mad frenzy that sent her into violent convulsions in his grateful arms. The sensation was beyond description and she felt herself drift into another world where only she and he existed — just her body and his mouth. Dipping his tongue in her slit, he penetrated her passage repeatedly, forcing her to cry out and beg him to take her. Malthor drove her to the edge repeatedly until the rapturous vibrations of her climax surged through her core and she screamed for mercy.
“Malthor! I can’t stop—it’s too much.” Sabina cried as he stabbed her with his tongue, ravenously lapping up all of her honey, relishing the sound of the woman he loved screaming his praises. Unable to wait any longer, he quickly moved up to his knees and positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped in fear at the sight of his long erect member about to pierce her body and shielded her eyes momentarily. Covering her body with his, he took her into his arms to soothe her worries.
“My love, please forgive me. This may hurt you, but only this once. Please know I would never want to cause you pain.” He positioned his enormous shaft at her hungry entrance, still quivering from her last orgasm and thrust it halfway inside her. Sabina clutched him tightly, whimpering with pain, as he tore through her innocence, fantasizing that he was claiming her as his bride. Crushing his mouth against hers, he devoured her lips, sucking and teasing them as he gently drove in and out of her wanting flesh. He watched mesmerized as her breasts heaved, her red lips called out to him and her hips drove forward to meet each one of his thrusts, making his way in further until he was almost buried deep inside her.
The delicate whimpers that hummed gently in
his ears soon transformed into lusty moans as her body learned to accept and crave him. Overcome with desire, he plunged harder and faster, watching her writhe in his arms as she yielded to the pleasure he gave.
Pulling out entirely, he gazed down at her with a playful grin. “Do you still think I’m too big for you?” He pushed his cock in slowly, then pulled out again, making her whine for its loss.
Shaking her head decisively, she reached for him. “No, no, it’s not, please don’t stop.”
Malthor penetrated her, driving callously as she welcomed every thrust with an eagerness he never expected. “Yes! Oh, Malthor! Yes! Yes! Please!”
Pulling out again, he teased her. “No, you said it was too big. You were afraid of it. Beg me for it, Sabina.”
“Malthor! No!”
“Beg me for it, my love. Let me hear you and I’ll give you whatever you desire.” He drove part way before pulling out again, doing it repeatedly until the incredible friction drove her to the edge of madness.
“Please, please, take me, give it all to me. Please, Malthor, I need it, I need you. Please, make me yours.” She was lost to him, overwhelmed to a passion and pleasure she’d never known.
Overcome by her words, he plunged deep, stretching her open and filling her completely until he collided with her womb. Sabina howled with ecstasy as she arched her hips and met every one of his brutal thrusts. Screaming his name in a state of euphoric oblivion, she was wild with lust, so wild Malthor thought he would go mad. As Sabina continued to beg for more, the King was forced to slow down, desperately fighting his release, fearful of disappointing her. Captive to her incredible desire, he struggled until the pleasure was too great to withstand. Unable to continue, he brought her knees higher to allow him greater depth and prepared to fill her with his seed. It was something he tried to avoid with the others, but Sabina was different. She could give him heirs—he could marry her. If only the Emperor would die.
“Malthor, yes!” Her release came with her surrender just as he caught her lips and smothered her with kisses, releasing a torrent of warm semen deep within her. Holding her tightly, he declared lovingly, “Now, you are mine, all mine. I will never part with you.”
Cradling her in his powerful arms, he nuzzled his face against her cheek and whispered, “I love you, Sabina…. my beautiful wife.” How he longed for that to be true. How glorious it would be to have her as his wife instead of Kirsa. He would never take another mistress — she would be his only love and his only bed. They would fill his castle with the sound of children, and he would spend every waking moment seeking his queen’s most intimate affections. If only this game were real.
Swallowing the pain that had taken refuge deep in her heart, she smiled and kissed him. “I love you, husband.” It was wrong, but it was a game she had asked to play. As she watched his sparkling blue eyes shine with adoration wanting to believe she meant her words, she regretted making the request. Although for a moment she might have felt loved, it was all an agonizing illusion. He was not hers and as long as he belonged to another, she could and would not love him. This game was not real.
Chapter 4
The King’s Mistress
King Malthor marched into a meeting with his privy council holding a long list of demands. There were widespread rumors that Emperor Zagros of Saxburg was gravely ill, and the Crown Prince was now ruling in his stead. If those rumors were true, he wanted to set a meeting with Prince Egon as soon as possible.
“Sire, why would he agree to an annulment? Kirsa is his sister.” His private secretary was the first to speak up, concerned that his desire to elevate his mistress to Queen would spark a war.
“Egon and I made a gentleman’s agreement years ago. When I saved his life in battle, he promised he would not stand in the way of my annulment after his father passed. The Emperor has tried to arrange him countless times, but I hear he has held off for this moment in order to pick his own bride.
“Have you spoken to the Archbishop?” Another councilor interjected.
“Yes, everything else is in place. That old man has been hanging on for years. I have not told Lady Sabina of my desire to marry her for fear he would hold on longer, but it’s possible she may be carrying my issue. I’ve been deliberately careless. If he does not die soon, I will need to act fast to make her a legal concubine until we can marry. I would much rather skip that step. Send someone to Saxburg to stand ready with the news of the Emperor’s death and report back immediately.”
Departing without uttering another word, Malthor rushed back to his chambers hoping Sabina was back from her walk in the garden. After 10 days of love making, he’d found himself unable to go more than a few hours without quenching his never-ending hunger for her. Egon had to keep his promise, he couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing her. No woman of her station would want to be a concubine, even a king’s concubine. She deserved nothing less than to be his queen.
“You are exquisite, my love.” Malthor lay in bed and watched his mistress walk naked to the terrace. Clinging loosely to a bedsheet, she stared out into the night sky. They had made love countless times, but he remained hopelessly unsatisfied and had not given her a moment’s peace. It wasn’t just her body that held him so enraptured, he wanted her love and she had not spoken the words since their first night together. Letting the sheet fall, she turned to look at her King. The smell of the candles mixed with the aroma of sweat and sex were slowly dissipating as the cool wind filled the room. His eyes were alive with desire as she crawled back on the bed between his legs to take what she’d been aching for.
Dipping her head, she took a long lick down his hard cock before gliding him into her mouth. Malthor watched with amazement as she took him further down her throat without a struggle or prompt from him.
“Sabina, my angel, that looks wonderful.” His heart raced as her green eyes gazed at him seductively.
“I know what you want, Malthor.” Lowering her head, she enjoyed the feeling of having his thick shaft fill her mouth as he writhed beneath in utter contentment. She had never had such an overwhelming sense of power over anything, much less a king.
“You’re what I want.” He groaned loudly as she tried to swallow him as far as he would go, making him tremble for fear he would climax too soon. “Come here, Sabina.” Taking her hands and dragging her over his body, he greedily claimed her lips as he turned her over on her back. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I only want you, ever again.”
Giggling as his fingers grazed her skin, she stared up at him and smiled. “But you have three others who worship you, you must return to them soon. Everyone is cross with me, Malthor.”
“Three? No, I haven’t been with Kirsa in years. It was unpleasant when I had to for the sake of my heirs, and that yielded nothing. I don’t need the others, I mean it. You’re all I need.” Spreading her legs, he lowered his mouth to her sodden mound, licking and nibbling on her moist flesh until she wailed her lusty cries of approval. After driving his tongue deep inside her, he trailed it lower, penetrating the last orifice he’d yet to conquer. He’d been so preoccupied with filling her with his seed, attempting to beget an heir, he’d forgotten to indulge in his favorite guilty pleasure.
“Malthor…I’m…” She couldn’t bear to ask for it. She wouldn’t dare say how much she wanted to feel him.
“Don’t be afraid, my love. I would do nothing to hurt you. I want to know you everywhere.” Coming up to his knees, he ran his shaft through her dripping folds, saturating it and making her hum with arousal as he toyed with her, preparing to enter her in one final place. Watching her carefully for any sign of distress, he plunged forward slowly, groaning as the incredible sensation filled him with unspeakable pleasure.
Sabina whimpered, biting her lip in restrained torment, but stunned by the titillating thrill surging through her writhing body. Staring at his rippling muscles as he fought his urge to give into the maddening desire to thrust deeper, she felt consumed with lust. As each inch penetra
ted her, her cries became more wanton, until he finally stopped and let her catch her breath. Desperate to feel more, he slowly moved, thrusting in and out, allowing the intense friction to kindle and spread while he watched her respond to his invasion. Grasping at his chest to pull him closer, Sabina wailed as the sweet torture gave way to a rush of ecstasy, surging straight to her sweet spot and down through her limbs. The rapturous sensation flooded her senses, making her cry out for more until she finally enveloped him into her arms, allowing him to sink himself entirely into her.
“Tell me you love me. I know you do. Say it.” Pleading with her, he claimed her lips as he plunged forward, grunting and thrusting passionately until he felt her tremble beneath, whimpering as a shock of pleasure possessed her. It was all too much—his need for her was making him become unhinged. The heat radiating from her skin, the soft moans escaping her lips, the sweat sliding down her bouncing breasts filled him with a hunger to devour her—to own her body and soul. No love or affection had ever overpowered him so quickly and so completely. As her body writhed in mindless ecstasy, lost in the throes of pleasure, he clasped her hips to him, pulling hard into a final thrust before erupting deep within.
Fighting for breath, she clung tightly to him and whispered, “Please, Malthor.”
“Let me love you, Sabine.” His heart twisted as her eyes filled with tears.
“This isn’t a game. We’re not playing anymore. You’re not my husband and I’m not your wife.”
“But you would be, if I could make it so. You would be. I’m trying Sabina.Things might be different soon. Please believe I love you as a wife.” He brushed the hair off her face as she gently relaxed into his arms, tucking her head under his chin.
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