Herald wrapped his arms around me, bringing me into a tight embrace where I could feel the strength in his body. I loved the way his silk robes rubbed against my face as I rested my head on his chest. As his arms shifted, I thought he would finally let me go, but instead he lifted me up so that I was forced to wrap my legs around him. I looked down at him in shock but couldn’t hide the smile on my face right before he titled his head towards mine and kissed me. I held the breath in my lungs as I felt his soft lips on mine, the heat rising between our bodies as he kissed me tenderly.
He then slowly lowered me back to the ground as he placed a hand on the side of my face. “I don’t want to do anything you may not be willing to do after what happened,” he said in a soft voice as he traced a finger over my lips. I thought about it for a moment, and though the pleasure I had received in the past was built on lies, I wasn’t willing to give up chasing the idea of true love.
“I’m willing if you are,” I replied in a lusty voice. Herald smiled as he swept me off my feet, cradling me to his chest like a new bride as he carried me to the closest bedchamber he could find. Shutting the door behind us with his foot, he set me gently on the edge of a large bed, kissing me once again as I laid back against the plush bedding.
He leaned over me, arms on both sides of my body as he simply kissed me, sliding his tongue in between my lips, gently to coax mine out. The passion in his kiss was intoxicating, neither greedy nor pleading, like we could simply spend the rest of the day doing just this and being completely content. But as I spread my legs to allow him to come closer to me, he shifted to begin kissing down my neck and placing soft kisses on my chest.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Herald said sweetly as he helped me stand. He carefully pulled the dress over my head and then turned me around to undo the corset, placing kisses on my bare shoulders, his warm breath sending shivers down my body. I reached up and laced my fingers into his long, golden hair as I pulled the strings of the petticoat so that it would fall to my feet. Once I was free from all of my garments, Herald reached around my body and caressed my breasts, cupping them gently as he rubbed his fingers over my nipples, causing them to harden in anticipation. I moaned softly as I leaned back against his chest, tilting my head up towards his so I could claim his lips once more.
Eventually he turned me around and helped me back onto the bed before pulling off his robes. As the silk dropped to the floor, I stared in amazement at his toned chest and abs, the white markings that covered his body, and then I spotted his member that sprang to life between his legs. The enormous size of it made me wonder if I would be able to handle the pleasure of it.
“I’ll be gentle, at first,” Herald said as he noticed me staring at his hard member, reaching down to stroke it a few times before coming to lean over me once more, bending down to kiss my stomach and leave a trail of kisses till he hovered over my wet center. There he slid his tongue inside me, forcing me to grip the blankets as I rested my head back onto the bed. I moaned softly as he slid his tongue inside me, then moved to lick my sensitive mound. I bucked my hips against his mouth as he began a steady rhythm of licking and sucking on my sensitive mound. I gasped as he slid a finger deep within me, removing it quickly, then adding a second finger before he plunged back in.
“Yes!” I gasped as I tightened my grip on the bedding and thrusted my hips against his fingers.
“Good?” he purred, the vibration making me moan. I could only nod as I began panting hard. I let out a loud moan as he inserted a third finger, sliding them in and out without little restrain as I widened my legs and thrusted against him so I could feel them deep inside of me. But eventually he removed them to my disapproval as he slid his tongue inside me once more before kissing my wet lips and trailing kisses back up my stomach till he kissed my mouth again.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked as he leaned over me, his hips settled between my legs as I felt his hard member push against the opening of my wet core.
“Much more,” I replied with a grin as I rubbed my wet core against his shaft in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Despite his large size, I was willing to give it a try. Herald kissed me passionately as he laced his fingers in my hair, taking his free hand and guiding his tip till it pushed past my wet lips. I gasped as I placed my hands on his hips, slowing his thrust as I moved my hips to take in his hard member. Little by little, he inched into me, allowing my wet core to clamp against him and relaxing again to allow him to push deeper inside me.
“Breath,” Herald whispered in a husky voice as he continued pushing deeper inside me. I continued to kiss him, loving the feeling of him completely filling me. Once our hips met, he slid back out, only to thrust back in again without restraint. Slowly, he started a rhythm between us that eventually quickened. I panted hard as I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms holding onto his shoulders so I could thrust against him. Herald’s breathing quickened as he placed his long arm under my back so he could cup my behind with his hand, giving him a better grip on me so he could thrust into me quicker.
I moaned loudly as he started to probe my pink opening, pushing past to slid a finger inside. Never had I experienced this before as he pace quickened, the sound of wet slapping flesh filling the room as my moans grew louder and louder. With a single finger all the way inside of me and my wet core filled completely with his hard member that continued to thrust in and out of me at an alarming speed, I cried out in ecstasy as I was pushed over the edge, my body rolling in wave after wave of pleasure as my orgasm continued to wash over me. Herald’s grip on my tightened as he cried out, finding his own release as he thrusted deep inside me. His pace slowed as he pumped in and out slowly, finally pulling out all the way as he laid down beside me, pulling me close to his body as he wrapped his arms around me.
When my breathing finally returned to normal, I leaned forward so I could look into his deep blue eyes. “That was amazing,” I confirmed as I leaned down and kissed him once more, a long kiss that I never wanted to end.
“You haven’t even experienced the half of it,” Herald promised as he kissed me back.
I Am To Marry A King
~ Bonus Story ~
A Dragon Shifter Novella
I cannot believe everything that has happened. I should have listened to my mother but I did not. I found her diary and the secrets it holds cannot be ignored. Daniel is real and he claims to be from a realm filled with magic, kings, queens and dragons. According to my mother’s diary, Daniel saves her unborn child in exchange for that child’s hand in marriage when she turns twenty-eight. I am that child. Daniel presents me with the opportunity to experience a future I did not know existed. After a whirlwind trip, and a horrid attack by an unknown enemy, I am led on a fanciful journey where new friends are made and new carnal pleasures are experienced at levels of heightened sexual awareness. I am to marry a king and bare his children. I gladly accept this fate as he is my soul mate and he brings me pleasures I have never dreamed possible.
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A tear rolls down my cheek as I stare at my mother’s face smiling back at me from the antique silver picture frame sitting on my nightstand. I wish I had listened to her when she was alive. It seems she has been gone for years; I can’t believe it’s only been a few months. I wonder if any of this would have happened if I hadn’t waited before cleaning out that damn storage locker. I had been avoiding cleaning it out, but a payment was due and if I couldn’t swing the monthly fee, which I couldn’t, then mom’s stuff was going to be auctioned off. I couldn’t stand the thought of mom’s life being sold to the highest bidder, so I went down there to see what I could salvage. What I found changed my life forever.
I remember the steamer trunk with all of the stickers from around the world plastered on the top and sides. Wanting a closer look, I unlatch the brass clasps and open it. On one side of the wardrobe is an assortment of clothing carefully hung on pink satin hangers. I remember one of the garments, an ancient robe she would wrap herself
in when reading someone’s palm. On the other side of the wardrobe were five drawers, the third drawer is where I found her diary and in it, the promise she made twenty-eight years ago. Goddammit, I should have listed!
After packing up my mother’s things in cardboard boxes, I return to the little bungalow my mother and I called home. I was in the process of unloading the boxes from my car, when my phone made the sound of a baaing sheep alerting me to an incoming text message. The message was simple; “It is time.” I didn’t recognize the number, but I did recognize the senders profile picture. Dropping the last box on the floor, I grab my purse and begin digging for the diary I had just found. The book had fallen to the bottom of my bag and when I pulled it out, I saw the top edge of the photograph peeking out from the pages. I grabbed the photograph; it was the same man.
My mom tried to share stories about her past with me when I was a child, but ignored her. I didn’t want anything to do with her crazy rants, but now I would give anything to hear her tell those tales instead of read about them in her diary. Flipping the book open, I begin looking for answers. According to my mother’s account, she came from a world entrenched in magic, curses and fate. Apparently, my mother was a gypsy, and not just any gypsy, she was Queen of her clan. She was born in the remote mountains of Romania, near the village of Borsec. Her people lived in the caves near the village, but were not welcome by the town’s people. Not wanting to cause any problems her grandmother led her infant daughter and their people across Europe where they finally settled in the southern region of Spain. That is where my mother met my father. My father was the eldest son of the king of the Basque gypsies. Legend has it my father’s side of the family were the epitome of the gypsy stereotype. The locals regarded them as tramps and thieves, and they did not attempt hiding their pilfering. Travelers to Costa Del Sol, Spain were warned by the locals to protect their wallets and purses from the nimble fingers of the gypsy pick pockets. The Basque would also sell stolen goods to unwitting marks, anything to make a buck. But her father was different. He wanted a home and a family that he could support with an honest day’s work.
Glancing at the clock, I can’t believe it’s already 4:00 AM. I have to give a big marketing presentation in front of the board of directors in exactly four hours. Shit! I slam the book shut and toss it on the couch. I double-check the windows and doors. I sense something but cannot put my finger on it. My job depends on this presentation and I cannot let this nonsense get in the way. Luckily, when I get in bed and close my eyes, a dreamless sleep descends upon me.
My alarm goes off promptly at 7:00 AM. All I can think is “I need coffee.” I pluck a blueberry cobbler K-cup from the metal mesh drawer of the coffee maker’s stand and flip open the lid. I hit the button for the largest size possible and inhale deeply as the aroma of sweet blueberries wafts through the air. I shower and dress. Before locking the door behind me, I retrieve the diary from its resting place on the nearby couch. I toss it in my bag and head to work. The presentation goes off without a hitch and I really want to call someone and share the news of my promotion, but no one immediately comes to mind. How fucking sad is that? Shrugging I realize it is true what they say; I am married to my work. Little did I know that would soon change.
Upon arriving home, I discover the front door is unlocked. Not knowing whether to run and call the police or check things out inside first, the door opens from the inside.
Scarred shitless I scream, “Who the hell are you?”
“Hey, no need to be like, rude,” replies the stranger.
“Rude? You broke into my house you dumbass bitch!”
“Oh now that is just going too far. I am not a bitch.”
Pushing the olive skinned woman aside, I open the door all the way and enter my house. Sitting in the family room is another woman in her late twenties with the same exotic features as the other dumbass.
Exasperated I yell, “Who are you people?”
Getting up from the couch the woman in the living room starts walking toward me as she explains, “I’m Flor and you have already met Esmerelda. We are here to help you get ready for your date!”
I am speechless. I don’t know anything about a date. As soon as that thought forms in my brain, my purse begins to baa. The text message is from the same man that sent yesterday’s message. It says, “I look forward to meeting you this evening.”
Holding my phone out so the two crazies could see it I shout, “What the fuck is going on?”
“What is it with people here?” asks Esmerelda.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What about people here? As opposed to there, wherever there may be.”
Esmerelda sighs loudly. “People here in the United States are so vulgar. Why do you use such language?”
“Well, I guess I use that language to express my displeasure at finding two bat shit crazy bitches in my house.”
Turning to Flor, Esmerelda throws her hands up in complete exacerbation. Flor understands and starts explaining to me why they are in my house.
“Adriana, we are kind of like your fairy godmothers.”
I look at her unmoved and simply nod, encouraging her to explain more realizing this kind of magic was in fact something my mother believed in.
“You’re my fairy godmothers sent here to help me prepare for a date with a guy who texted me who has got to be at least 65 or so, based on the picture of him in my mom’s diary. Is that about right?”
Pleased that I seem to understand the specifics Flor exclaims, “Yes, that’s it precisely.”
“So are you from a parallel universe, just here visiting? What? How does this shit work exactly?”
Flor and Esmerelda look at each other and start giggling, placing their hands over their mouths as to not show their teeth. Her mother used to say this was a gypsy trait.
“Esmerelda, Esma for short, and I were sent here, but why in the world would you think we were from another dimension?”
“Because, well, you’re weird. Just keepin’ real.”
“We’re not weird! We’re Icelandic!” exclaims Esma.
“What?”
Flor gathers her composure and in a giddy giggle says, “We are from Iceland, actually Norway a long time ago, but now Iceland where we live and work for the man that would be king if the monarchy survived, but alas, it has not. Daniel, the man who would be king, has sent Esma and me here to help you prepare for your date with him this evening.
“I have no interest in going out on a date with this guy.”
“You really should my dear; your mother promised him your hand in marriage a very long time ago when you were still inside her womb. It is true and you can read about it in her diary. I know it’s written there, I saw her make that particular entry.”
I didn’t know what to say. How could someone my age possibly have seen my mom write something in her diary when she was pregnant with me? And yet, it was all vaguely familiar. “My mother’s stories mention Iceland, which is really out there so I am intrigued.”
Esma replies, “Oh lucky us. The princess is intrigued.”
Flor stares at her friend signaling enough with the tone. “Actually Adrianna, why don’t you read some of your mother’s account of her encounter with Daniel and you’ll have a better understanding of who he is, for that is why we are here. We are here to prepare you for your first meeting. We have even hired a celebrity stylist to make you over and turn you into the princess that lies within.”
“Okay, cut the princess crap. My mother was not officially royalty.”
Not realizing I did not know much about my family tree Flor elaborates, “Ah, not her my dear, your father. He was the one of noble birth. He was the bastard son of the King of Spain. Your father was a prince.”
I look at Esma and flippantly ask, “Is that right?”
Begrudgingly she nods.
Flor asks for the diary. I retrieve it from my bag and hand it over. She flips it open and hands it to me.
“Here, this is the passage I was l
ooking for. Read it, but hurry, we don’t have much time before the stylist arrives and starts working her magic.”
Smiling at the feeble joke, I begin reading a twisted tale. My mother and father planned to travel to America where they could escape being branded gypsies. All they wanted was to marry and raise a family. Time was becoming a factor and they needed to act quickly before my mother started showing.
“No wonder my mom didn’t pass down a white wedding dress,” with a coy smile on my face I mutter under my breathe. Esma glances over.
“She didn’t have a white dress because your mother and father never got married.”
Suspecting she was telling the truth, I continue reading.
My mother and father were to meet in a market place where the Basque gypsies sold their stolen wares. The market sat on a plateau and at the furthest edge of the summit stood a railing that kept onlookers from falling off the edge. In the distance small holes emitting light look like giant fire flies perched on the side of the mountain. The holes pock mark the surface and are the entrances to the Basque caves where her father’s clan lived the gypsy life. He was about to announce his departure and appoint a successor when he caught a glimpse of a dark hooded figure lurking in the shadows. He couldn’t be certain, but the man resembled his half-brother, Prince Philippe. His people had begun gathering in the square. There was little room to mill about due to the throngs of people filling the market to hear their king. They all hoped it was to announce his wedding to the Romanian Gypsy Queen since she already had his bun in her oven. However, it was not to be. My mother and father entered the market and were separated in the crowd.
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