Man Who Should be King

by Mlyn Hurn

  That was when Syranna became aware of the fact that Marcus’ fingers were still inside her body, not moving, but just resting there, waiting. His head lowered again and he started to suck on the nearest nipple even as his fingers began pleasuring her flesh once again. First he began wiggling the digits inside her, curving them until he found the special spot. Pressing into the spongy-feeling flesh, he started to tease and manipulate her clit. And the whole time his mouth sucked and tugged on the nearest nipple, drawing it up into his mouth.

  It didn’t seem to matter how she moved or wiggled, or even attempted to twist away; nothing stopped or slowed the onslaught on her senses. Her hands lifted to push him away, or that is what she thought until she touched the smooth skin of his shoulders. Instead she slid her hands down, curving them over his pectoral muscles, rubbing back and forth across his nipples. Nothing was going to stop this insanity, she decided and gave up fighting him. No…Syranna acknowledged that she was fighting herself not him. He was revealing and releasing the amazing feelings inside her.

  “Marcus!” she cried out as she finally stopped all resistance and gave over to the sensations flooding her body and her mind. “Oh, dear God! Yes!”

  Her climax hit her harder than she would have ever thought was humanly possible. Her body shook, her hips jerked and fireworks went off throughout her lower abdomen. Finally, the rough, hard movements settled into tiny contractions and lastly, shivers and quivers raced haphazardly through her entire system, mind and body.

  She felt his fingers pulling out of her flesh seconds later and saw Marcus moving above her. Her thighs spread without him saying a word. She wanted him inside of her. From deep inside her body, there was something ancient and as old as time calling out for her to mate with this male. It didn’t make sense, but then maybe it wasn’t supposed to be logical.

  Marcus’ thrust seated the head of his cock just inside her passageway. Her groan welcomed him, as did the tilting of her pelvis to aid his entry. With his next thrust he was fully encased within her hot flesh. Opening her eyes, she found Marcus staring down at her. The intensity she saw there excited her, and it also alarmed her. This man was more than just inside her body.

  In that moment she knew he was not going to let her disappear like she had last time they had met. It was in his eyes—he considered her his! She knew he didn’t think of her as property, but rather that he was a male animal and he would keep, protect and defend his female. And he was going to fuck her…and fuck her…whenever he pleased!

  “God! Syranna! Yes!”

  She watched his face as he thrust in and out of her body. Her own climax was settled enough for her to observe him. Or that is what she thought was going to happen. Something was happening inside her, but it was building so slowly that she wasn’t aware of it like it had begun earlier. This time it seemed to come from deep inside her body, and not from the stimulation of her outer flesh. Shaking her head, she squeezed her inner muscles tight, and immediately noticed the reaction in Marcus.

  “Syranna! Oh God!”

  She repeated the move as Marcus started to withdraw and his reaction was instantaneous. She felt his shiver of surprise…or something…seconds after it flashed through him.

  Marcus leaned down and kissed her lips quickly. “My love, there will be a time and place for that…trust me. Just right now…oh God! Yes!”

  Syranna repeated the squeezing around his hard cock, liking the effect she was having on him since he had given her such intense pleasure. The next moment his movements sped up and he seemed to be delving as deeply inside her body as possible. She felt like he was part of her all of a sudden, and not just temporarily filling her belly.

  Acting instinctively, Syranna closed her eyes. She didn’t want this to happen. She didn’t want to lose herself in this man! But she could feel her hips moving, flexing and even squirming to increase the sensation she got from each of his powerful strokes both in and out of her. Her body wasn’t listening to her head. Soon she was moving to meet his thrusts, working her hips and muscles until…yes!

  “Oh…oh…oh no!” she cried out even as Marcus shouted in release.

  “Yes! Sweet heaven, yes!”

  Syranna couldn’t think anymore. Her body was out of control, spasming wildly, her cunt muscles sucking on his cock as if her life depended on what he could give. She was dimly aware of the heat inside her and she knew he was filling her once again with his seed. Marcus jerked his hips hard against her, releasing his life-giving force into her. But she was lost to it all. Her climax swamped her and there was nothing left over to think about it.

  Chapter Seven

  Marcus fell onto the bed beside Syranna. He was still reeling from the feelings this joining had caused inside him. Now he knew for sure that he had not made any kind of love to Syranna before. Something such as he had just experienced could never be forgotten or mistaken for something else. It was too hot and too pure to be anything but that. Love!

  His head was telling him it wasn’t possible to love this woman. He barely knew her, and entangling their lives would not be easy. She should be queen, and marrying her and producing an heir would cement their world and maintain peace. The dynasty would be assured. That is what mattered, and it was the only thing that truly should matter. How he felt about this woman was incidental. If the sex was good, then he would be better off than many nobles who married to preserve their world and ensure the safety of their people.

  He rolled onto his side to look at Syranna. She was still lying on her back, eyes closed and her legs still parted. He imagined if he moved down the bed he would find her pussy still open a little and dripping his cum. That thought made it all even sexier. Since he’d met Syranna he kept having all these strange thoughts and feelings about his future, Syranna and making love with her, and their life together…children.

  His hand moved and covered her lower belly. Rubbing in small circles, he spoke to her softly. “Right now my son is beginning to grow in your belly.”

  Syranna shook her head. “Not necessarily. Perhaps it is the wrong time.”

  Marcus paused and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Is it the right time of your monthlies?”

  Syranna wanted to lie to him but she didn’t. “It was a fortnight ago.” She stopped as his lips turned up into a wide grin. “That doesn’t mean anything. This isn’t a sure thing!”

  “True, but I think two people, both healthy, have as good a chance as anyone else.”

  He waited for her to snap back with a reply, yet she stayed quiet, her face turned to her other side, away from him. It grated that she kept pulling away from him, and he wasn’t going to allow that. Rubbing his hand in small circles, he began caressing her belly.

  “I can’t wait to see your belly begin to round with child. I’ve seen the wives of my men who have had children, and I look forward to the changes.”

  Syranna started to roll to her side, away from him. Marcus moved his hand upward quickly, cupping her farthest breast. She lay back as he started to speak again. “I think you have amazing breasts now. I can just imagine how much sexier they will be all round and full of milk.” He paused and started to tease her nipple, rubbing it, circling round it and then flicking it with his fingertip. Each move only got her more aroused, as was evident in the tautness and increased length of her stimulated flesh.

  “I will, of course, spend an appropriate amount of time each day sucking on these milk-producing teats to get them ready for the baby. He could end up needing to nurse often if my son is as big as I was when I was born. We can easily obtain a wet nurse if you need one.”

  “Oh!” Syranna jerked away from, rolling to her side.

  Marcus wasn’t easily deterred. He merely scooted the foot or so distance and wrapped his arm across her when she tried to move away. Pressing his body firmly against hers, he rubbed back and forth across her nicely rounded ass. “We can leave in the morning. It’s too bad that we’ll have to travel by horse instead of ship. I doubt anyone around
here possesses an air ship.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, sir. This is my home. I have responsibilities and commitments that cannot be left behind or ignored. You may leave, of course. I could have cook prepare you some food for the journey back to the transfer station.”

  “Perhaps I should stay on for a few days, since you seem so eager to get rid of me. It makes me wonder if you have something to hide.” Syranna tried to move away, but his arm pulled her more tightly against him, and his hardening cock slipped between her cheeks as she lifted her leg for balance. He knew the moment she realized the predicament her little struggle had brought about. Marcus was a little surprised that he was getting hard once again. It felt good poised at the entrance of her cunt, and with one good thrust he would be inside her once more.

  As if she read his mind, Syranna lifted her topmost leg again, and while Marcus knew it wasn’t to aid him, it did. He shoved forward with his hips and pressed her backward with his hand on her belly. His cock was inside her body, exactly where he wanted to be. The enticing wiggling she did only increased his need and hardened his cock.

  The complete stillness of her body told him she was totally aware of what had happened. He didn’t bother to hide his pleasure or surprise.

  “God! You feel so sweet, my love. I want to be inside you every day. At night we can experiment with lots of new and interesting ways to make love. Then in the morning, when I awaken all hard and horny, my cock will easily slip into your wet and dripping cunt. At this rate I’m sure you will be pregnant within the month.”

  Syranna relaxed her body as she spoke. “And if I am not, will you go away and not come back? Write me off as a bad investment?”

  “No, we’ll just keep trying. I’ll schedule a break in my workday and come to bed you in the early afternoon. Three times a day should manage to plant a baby in this flat belly of yours.”

  Marcus had begun moving his hips back and forth, and his cock slid out to the rim and then back in a few inches. He lowered his hand to her clit and used the wetness to cover his fingers as he began to bedevil her still over-sensitized flesh. Just a few touches and Syranna’s hips were grinding and wiggling back into his body, while her cunt muscles contracted and tried to hold him tight.

  As he felt her body lose control he sped his own thrusts up, wanting to come inside her during her climax. Over and over he shot hot streams of semen into her fertile body. When he finished, he made her lie with her pelvis elevated.

  “What are you doing?” she questioned him, beginning to think of the world outside her bedroom once again. “I need to get up.”

  Marcus easily slid one leg across her calves and his arm over her upper body, successfully pinning her in place. “As the mistress here, you can lie here a little bit longer.”

  “Perhaps, but this position is ridiculous,” Syranna protested quickly.

  Marcus’ grin told her she was not going to like his answer even before he spoke. “I am increasing the odds of our joining.”

  Syranna struggled once again, but Marcus’ superior strength held her easily. “We’ve had sex, so there are no reasons for betting…”

  Marcus laughed, shaking his head. “No, my love. I am increasing the chance that my seed will bear fruit in your luscious womb. I must confess that until recently, the thought of begetting an heir seemed a tedious task to be undertaken.”

  His arm shifted and his hand slid down and in between her relaxed thighs, which had fallen apart naturally in the elevated position. The feel of his big, warm hand cupping her mound and his fingers curling inward was intoxicating. Just the thought of him touching her supersensitive flesh was enough to get her hot. Since she was already wet from his earlier seeding, her new moisture mingled with it. When one finger slid between the folds of her pussy and searched for her clit, her hips jerked automatically. The realization that her body was seeking the sweet magic his fingers could make caused her cheeks to flame.

  On her logical, rational and clear thinking level, she knew Marcus was no wizard or master of magic. But her body was recognizing that he was a master of her body. Or he certainly had easily discovered just what it took to make her fire out of control and now want his touch, even when she should have been completely sated.

  Abruptly Syranna realized that Marcus had not yet actually touched her clit, even though her hips had lifted several times, seeking his intense touch. She flushed hotly as she recalled that he had almost touched her when the intense anticipation she was experiencing had brought on the climactic response she’d had. His voice came to her softly, interrupting her chaotic thoughts.

  “Since I’ve met you, Syranna, the thought of my child growing inside your belly seems to dominate my every waking moment. I want you pregnant and back with me as soon as possible. Vikalla is your true home.”

  His words excited and scared her. This was the only home she remembered. Here was where she was comfortable and wanted to stay. She was happy—

  Marcus began moving his fingers, stroking her inner lips, until two of them slipped into her cunt even as one moved decisively upon her clit. Her hips jerked immediately, and his fingers eased farther into her fleshy channel. It was still tight, but not quite as much as before they’d gotten into the bed. She could tell his movement was easier than it had been earlier.

  “I want to watch you getting a bigger and rounder belly as the child grows inside you. Your breasts will get heavy and droop onto your nice, fat belly, awaiting the birth of the rightful heir of Vikalla. Surely you can see how this child would end any remaining strife and objections. He is the symbol of my reign and the continuation of the royal lineage. By giving birth to the heir, you, Syranna, will be granting peace to your father’s followers. Surely that means something.”

  It was getting hard to focus as his fingers continued to stroke and massage her clit and pussy. She spoke instinctively, needing to object on some level. “I could prevent this pregnancy. I know quite a bit about magic and potions. I don’t have to be pregnant if I don’t want to.”

  Marcus nodded and lowered his mouth to her breast. He didn’t speak as he increased the intensity and depth of his touch on her body as he suckled her nipple. His tongue rubbed and flicked all over the tight bud of nervous flesh. His fingers increased their intensity.

  Syranna stopped thinking at that point. All she knew was that her body was rocketing toward another one of those mind-boggling physical releases…an orgasm. Her hips jerked and squirmed even as her inner muscles soared into spasms beyond any kind of human control. Over and over she came atop that pillow, until she was gasping for breath and her skin was damp from exertion.

  The last thing she was aware of was Marcus pulling the covers over their bodies, with her hips still propped on the pillow.

  Chapter Eight

  Marcus turned over slowly, not wanting to wake up. For a moment he was back in his big comfortable bed in the castle. As he stretched, though, he realized he was not in his bed but lying beside Syranna. When his hand touched her warm flesh she moaned softly, obviously still asleep. He wondered what had awakened him, because he was still a little sleepy. Scooting toward Syranna, he decided to go back to sleep, since it was all so warm and cozy like a cocoon in her bed.

  “Hmm,” he murmured, moving his arm across her body. His hand slid upward to cup one of her lush, soft breasts. The idea of sleeping with her womanly flesh in his hand was comforting—

  Abruptly his hand stopped. Something didn’t feel right and reluctantly his fingers rubbed around before he admitted he had to open his eyes. Syranna’s skin was not soft, if anything it felt almost scaly. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down on her sleeping face. For a moment, in the fading light of the day, he thought how truly beautiful she looked. Then something caught his attention. The covers over her chest were moving and it didn’t appear to be from her breathing. The strange scales he felt came back into his consciousness and he jerked back the covers.

  “Mmrrraaawwww!”

  “
Holy hell!” Marcus shouted and came up on his knees beside Syranna.

  “Mmmrrreaawwww, mmmrrraawwwaaawww.”

  Three little dragons were all nestled in the bed next to Syranna’s body, with the tiniest one on her chest. All three turned to glare at him, he guessed, for awakening them. He was relieved to see their mouth harnesses in place.

  “My lord Marcus! Are you all right?”

  Syranna’s bedroom door was flung open and in stormed Sir William, weapon drawn and ready to defend his liege lord. The noise upset the dragonets and they started mewling like cats and flapping their wings.

  Syranna sat up, pulling her hair back with one hand. “Uh oh,” she murmured a moment later.

  “I didn’t know the little beasties slept with you, madam!” Marcus almost shouted at her.

  “Hush! You’re scaring them,” she told him quickly, as the little female dragon curled into her lap, which was where it had landed from its precarious slide off her chest.

  Marcus saw the small scratch marks on her pale skin at the same time William spoke from the doorway.

  “Oops! Sorry, Marcus.”

  Marcus looked at William, as if seeing him for the first time. Then he remembered that Syranna was naked from the waist up. Instinctively his hands shot out and covered her breasts. William’s soft laughter from the doorway told him how ridiculous he had to look, naked himself and trying to shield his bed partner’s breasts from his friend’s eyes. Syranna’s own smiling gaze merely reinforced the idea, but she made no move to shift his hands or move out of his reach. In his mind that said a lot about how she was coming to see him, in her life and her reactions to him.

  William spoke from the doorway. “I’m going now. If you need another sword to battle back the dragons, don’t hesitate to give me a shout.”