by Madison Faye
I growled as I moved down, my lips running over the soft skin of her neck. I nipped and sucked at her tender skin, making her cry out as I left bruises and marks all the way down to her collarbone. I tugged at her dress, and she shivered in pleasure as I pulled the top down lower. I tugged at the simple tie holding the bosom together, and when it gave, her silken dress fell away.
And I groaned.
No bra, just her full, soft, creamy breasts, capped with the sexiest little pink nipples ever known to man. My cock lurched in my pants, and nothing could stop me from moving my mouth lower. She cried out like I’d struck her with an electric current as my lips wrapped around one rosy pink bud, my tongue swirling around her aureola. She moaned wildly, arching her back and straining against her bound wrists as she pressed herself against me.
I groaned, sucking one of her nipples before moving to the other and doing the same, leaving both of them shiny and glistening from my tongue in the low, dim light of the throne room.
My hands dropped to her thighs, sliding higher and pushing the dress up with them.
“No fair,” she whimpered
“No fair what?”
“I— my hands…” She blushed, looking down. But I knew what she wanted.
“You want to see me,” I purred.
My mystery angel nodded shyly.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” I growled, pulling away and tugging at the buttons of my dress shirt. I popped them free, shrugging the shirt off and tossing it away as I stood before her. She gasped quietly, her eyes dragging over my hard, muscled body — my tattoos, my scars. Some Kings let themselves get soft once they had a throne to sit on. Not me. I kept myself in rigorous shape. Keeping my body honed and edged kept my mind the same.
My angel’s eyes slid over my hardened pecs, my sculpted shoulders, and my rippling abs as I moved back into her. She whimpered as I pressed against her, half kneeling and spreading her thighs as I moved between them. My hands moved back to her dress, pushing it higher and higher and showing me more of those sweet, creamy thighs.
She moaned, panting and swallowing heavily, but she didn’t stop me. Hell, she rolled her hips as if to get me to push her dress up faster. So eager. Fuck, that made my balls tingle with cum.
The dress bunched around her hips until finally, my eyes narrowed between her thighs on my prize, hidden behind her panties — purple, cotton, with lace around the edges. I growled at the sight of the wet mark seeping across the gusset. Fuck, my little princess was soaking her little panties for me.
I groaned as I moved in, my lips dancing up her thighs, making her cry out. I slid past her panties, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal as I brought my mouth to her hip bone, nibbling there. She whimpered and moaned, rocking her hips to try to and get me to center my mouth. But I only grinned as I kissed my way across her navel.
“Patience, angel,” I growled. “Don’t you worry, you’ll have my tongue on your greedy little pussy soon. You’ll have my lips around that aching clit, making your sweet little cunt cream all over my tongue.”
My fingers hooked into the edge of her panties, and slowly, I tugged them to the side.
Fuck. Me.
Perfection. Her soft, glistening, pink pussy was utter perfection as I feasted my eyes on her. I growled, spreading her legs wider and watching her petal lips part for me, showing me how fucking impossibly tight her little cunt was. Blood roared through me, my cock threatening to tear a hole right through my pants in it’s desire to plunge every thick inch deep inside that sweet heaven between her thighs.
But first, I was going to taste her.
My angel screamed in pleasure as my tongue suddenly dragged over her sweetness. She gasped, clawing at the necktie holding her wrists as I slowly — ever so slowly — dragged my tongue from the bottom of her lips all the way up over her throbbing little clit. I was addicted in a second.
Consumed with the need to taste more of her. Fuck, when I made this fiery little angel my queen, we’d have rules in this palace. And those rules would start with requiring her to have that sweet little cunt on my tongue all the fucking time. I wanted to live with the taste of her on my lips, the feel of her tight little pussy dripping all over my tongue.
My hands tightened on her thighs, pushing her legs wide apart as my tongue slid deep inside. I growled into her, pushing my tongue in and out of her eager slit like I was fucking her with my mouth. It dragged higher, wrapping my lips around her hard little nub and sucking gently as my tongue swirled around it, and she went wild.
I moved faster, my strong hands holding her thighs wide and pushing her legs up and over my bare shoulders. Her dress fell around her waist as I tongued her eager little cunt, her sweet juices dripping down my chin and making my fucking head spin. She was the ultimate drug — my consummate addiction.
“You know what I want,” I growled, making her whimper. “Tell me your name.”
“I— I can’t, King.”
Her voice was so soft and submissive, so full of pleasure that I felt my cock pulsing against my thigh. I could feel hot, sticky precum leaking from my crown, making my cock slick.
“Then the torture continues,” I groaned, batting my tongue over her clit rapidly and making her scream in pleasure. My lips wrapped around her nub again, mercilessly tonguing her clit until her whole body started to tumble and shake.
“Since you refuse, we’re going to do this my way,” I groaned. “So now, you’re going to be a good little girl and come all over my fucking tongue. Be a good girl and come for your King, angel. Make that pretty cunt come for your King. Come for me right now, baby girl. Make that pussy cream all over my tongue.”
Her scream caught in her throat as the orgasm shattered through her. Her hips lunged off the throne, her thighs clamping down hard around my ears, and her sweet little pussy coated my tongue in her desire. I growled, licking her right through her climax and drinking every drop she had, until she collapsed in the throne, gasping for air.
I gave her one final long, slow lick before I moved up.
“Kiss me,” she gasped hungrily. “I— I mean…” There was that adorable blush again, like she’d been about to say something filthy but was suddenly embarrassed to actually let it out.
“Say it,” I groaned, kissing her breast and making her gasp.
“I want to…”
“You want to taste yourself on my lips.”
She whimpered heatedly, her eyes locked on mine. Slowly she nodded.
“Yes,” she moaned.
I didn’t even hesitate. My lips crushed to hers, and she kissed me right back, hungrily. I let my tongue swirl with hers, letting her taste her own sweetness and groaning as she kissed me harder for it.
My hands dropped to my dress pants, yanking at my belt.
“This isn’t your first time is it?”
She pulled back, giggling quietly as she looked up into my eyes. “I’m twenty-four years old, Your Highness.”
I grinned. “That’s a no?”
“It’s my first time in a throne room?”
“How about this then?” My hand slid into my boxers, my fingers wrapping around my thick, throbbing, big cock. I barely dated, and hadn’t in years. Hell, I could barely remember the last time I’d been with a woman. I had friends — Hayden, for instance — who had reputations following them around due to their past public dating life. Reputations that came from loose-lipped princesses looking to sell a tabloid story about, well, their royal crown jewels.
I didn’t have that public reputation or the headlines, but I did have the size that would make headlines.
There’s cocky and conceited. There’s vanity. And then there’s just knowing you’ve got a big cock.
…I was the latter.
I groaned, squeezing my thickness and milking precum from my crown. Slowly, I started to pull myself free. This not being her first time I was good with. That wasn’t my speed anyways, and quite honestly, who the fuck would want to deal with a twenty-four
year old virgin? No, if she’d dated before, that was life. Fuck, I sure had.
But I had two things that I knew damn well no other man she’d ever been with had. One, a compulsion to make her mine, for always. A drive, and an obsession to make her my queen, and my bride.
And the other thing? Well, that’s what my hand was currently wrapped around. Because I knew damn well just by the look of her, and the way she carried herself that my pretty little angel had never had a man the size of me. Not a chance. Oh, but she was about to.
I growled as I tugged the waist of my boxers down. Suddenly, my thick, muscled length sprang free, throbbing as it bobbed right above her wet, glistening pussy.
And she gasped.
Her eyes went wide, her lips parted in this little O shape, and a flush crept over her face and neck.
“This your first time with something like this?”
She said nothing, her breath coming panting as she slowly nodded. Green lust blazed in her eyes.
“That a yes?” I grinned.
“Uh, that’s a very big yes,” she whispered throatily, swallowing heavily as her eyes locked on the big cock jutting out from the base of my abs. Slowly, she dragged her eyes up to mine, biting her lips as I leaned close. My lips brushed her ear, making her moan, and when I let the thick, swollen head graze across her slippery lips, she cooed in pleasure.
“Go— go slow,” she gasped quietly.
“Princess—”
“I’m not a princess.”
“Well you’re my princess, how about that?” I kissed her slowly, our lips melting together as the kiss grew fiercer, and hungrier, until she was moaning into my mouth and wrapping her legs around my waist.
“And I’m going to go slow,” I purred into her lips. “I’m going to go slow until you’re begging me for more.”
Chapter 6
Emilia
I moaned into his perfect lips, my thighs clamping around his muscled hips as he kissed me. I could feel that cock of his — that enormous, huge, throbbing cock — pulsing against me. I could feel his length twitching against my dripping wet pussy, and I swear I could have come just from him grinding against me like that.
This was insane. Ludicrously crazy. Mind-bogglingly out of character for me. I mean, I’d had my fantasies about the bad boy King of Bandiff just like any other girl. But to actually find myself tied to his freaking throne, my dress around my waist and my panties to the side as he ran his cock up and down my bare pussy?
As I begged him to take me?
As I felt my whole body melt in pleasure as I hungrily kissed him with everything I had?
Uh, yeah, no. That was beyond anything I could have ever even fantasized about myself doing in the real world. But, there I was. There we were.
No, it wasn’t like this was my first time, but I was wetter and hotter and more turned on than I’d ever been before. I’d dated over the years — I mean I was twenty-four — but it’d been infrequent. Sporadic, even.
Okay fine, non-existent.
I’d never had a fling. I’d had a handful of first dates where nothing ever happened and it never went anywhere once they realized I was basically a maid in my own house. And the, what, three boyfriends I’d ever had hadn’t lasted very long. And when they ended, I’d never been torn up, because even when I had them, it was never anything special.
Nothing mind-blowing.
Nothing like him. Not even fucking close.
His swollen cock — God was he big — dragged over my clit, making me whimper as my thighs tightened around his muscled hips. I moaned as I felt him throb against me, his chiseled abs rippling.
“Tell me your name,” he purred out, teasing my clit mercilessly with his fat cock head. He stroked himself against me, and I whimpered as thick, pearly-white drops of precum leaked form his crown and trickled over my bare lips. God, it was so filthy. So dirty. So hot. I could feel him coating me with his slickness, making my pussy glisten and my skin tingle.
“I— I can’t,” I whispered.
“Why not — and don’t say ‘it’s more fun like this,’” he growled. “Don’t say it’s ‘better if we don’t know.’ Those are words for a one-night stand. And this?” He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “This is no one-time thing.”
“Oh, isn’t it?”
I wasn’t naive. I knew what I wanted to believe this was. But, c’mon. This was a King. An insanely hot, gorgeous, single King. What else could I ever think this would be if not a one-time thing?
But Rian just shook his head again, a fierceness in his eyes.
“No, angel,” he growled. “No it’s not. You could never be a fucking one-night stand if you tried. Not with me.”
“And why’s that?” I whispered.
“Because I fucking want you too much for just one night. I want you for every night, forever. And you’re going to be mine now.”
“Yours?”
“Mine,” he growled. “My everything. My Queen.”
I blinked. Wait, what?
“I want you to be my Queen, angel.”
“You— you don’t mean that,” I breathed.
“Don’t I?”
“Your Highness, you don’t even know my name.”
“So tell me,” he groaned, easing his cock against my clit again and making me cry out in pleasure.
“I—”
The thunderous pounding on the doors had me almost jumping out of that throne. Hell, I might have if I wasn’t tied to it. King Rian hissed fiercely, whirling towards the intruding sound.
“Speak!” he bellowed.
There was silence for a second before a stern male voice called through.
“Your Highness!”
“What!” Rian growled, his jaw tight, his muscles ripping as he turned as if to shield me.
“Sire, you’ve been missed from the ball.”
Rian swore, glancing at his watch and then swearing again before he turned to me, a small grin teasing his lips.
“Apologies, angel,” he said quietly. “When you’re King and you’re ‘missed’ from a function—”
“You get the royal guard looking for you?”
He nodded, frowning.
“Your Highness, I’m sorry but I need the door to open so that I can confirm your safety.”
Rian groaned. He turned and kissed me quickly. “One second, my love,” he whispered, kissing me softly. He quickly pulled my arms free of his tie and pushed a button on the side of the chair. The thing noiselessly started to turn away from the main door as Rian strode towards it — pants on, but totally shirtless.
I curled into a ball in the big throne, trying to make myself invisible even if I knew whoever was at the door couldn’t see me.
“As you can see, Captain Oren,” I heard Rian growl. “I’m fine.”
I could only imagine the poor Captain’s face as his king answered the door to the throne room the night of a royal ball totally shirtless.
“Of— of course, Your Highness.” There was a pause. “Sire, are you alone?”
“Do I need to answer that question, my friend?”
There was a low chuckle from the captain, before his gruff voice answered.
“I suppose not, Your Highness.” He cleared his throat. “Sire, Tomilson has been tearing the palace apart looking for you, just so you’re aware. The guests are…”
“Wondering where the King is?”
The captain coughed. “Ah, yes.”
“Well, let them wonder.”
The other man chuckled again. “I’ll be sure to calm Tomilson down, Sire.”
“Thank you, Oren.”
The door shut with a click and a lock, and I could hear Rian striding back to the throne. I gasped as the chair turned again, rotating back to see him standing there, shirtless, muscled, and with that fire and hunger in his eyes again.
And I wanted to just pull him into me again. I wanted him to push my legs apart and take me right there. For him to kiss me, and whisper a
ll of those things about being his Queen into my ear.
But, something had changed. Reality had reared its head, and suddenly, this insane fantasy that I was letting play out around me came crashing down.
…What the hell was I doing?
I stood quickly, pulling my dress back up and retying the bow a the front before I smoothed the rest of it down. I looked up to see Rian’s face darkening, a frown creeping over his gorgeous face.
“Hang on—”
“I have to go,” I said quietly.
He shook his head, confusion clouding his eyes as I smoothed my gown down and took a shaky breath.
“Goodbye, Your Highness,” I said quickly before I suddenly pushed past him, running for the door.
“Wait, stop!”
I gasped as his firm hand caught my arm, stopping me and turning me towards him.
“Princess, wait.”
“I— I can’t do this!” I blurted out, panic and second thoughts and regrets raging through me. “And I— I have to go find my friend.”
Everything in me wanted to stay. Every part of me wanted to fall back into his arms and let this whole fantasy play out, come what may.
But I knew I couldn’t. This wasn’t real, and this couldn’t be real. I was no princess, and this incredible man thought I was something I wasn’t. If he’d seen me for what I was? For what I really was? Sweeping my late father’s house for his widow and her horrible daughters? A life living in the basement?
I closed my eyes, taking a shaking breath.
No, I was an imposter here. Not a princess, not a lady, not a duchess or whatever. No King, not even one as incredible as Rian — one who made my heart race and my whole body melt — really wanted that. And I knew if he knew the truth, we’d never be where we were.
“I have to go.”
I pulled away, doing everything in my power to hold back the tears as I yanked open the throne room door and ran, leaving the man who’d just stolen my heart in one short evening behind.
But it was better this way.
Right?
