by V Vee
“Keep going,” he demanded.
“I-I pull the dildo from inside my tight pussy and I lick it.” She told him.
“Fuck,” Algerone groaned. “You taste yourself?”
Valerie merely nodded. He chuckled darkly. “And do you like the way you taste?” he asked her.
Valerie nodded again. “Y-yes. I taste good. Not as good as you, but sweet and slightly earthy.”
“You taste delicious, baby,” Algerone informed her. “It’s my favorite dessert. Your pussy is like the sweetest treat I have ever had my mouth on, or my tongue inside. And when you squirt your juices in my mouth?” He moaned. “Damn, baby, it’s like the greatest, juiciest cream. I just love swallowing all that wet heat. Feeling your walls tighten around my tongue? And when you’re sitting on my face? Your ass in my hands and your tits swinging above my head?” He shook his head and Valerie felt her panties get wetter at his words. Shit, he’s going to make me cum just by talking to me. I fucking love my nasty prince.
“Is that what you think about?” he murmured against her chest before sucking the top of one of her breasts through the shirt, into his mouth.
Valerie could do nothing but nod as she lifted her hips trying to get him to touch her with his bare fingers.
“What? I can’t hear you,” Algerone teased her. “I thought you wanted to tell me how you use your dildo when I’m not around.”
“U-um,” Valerie stammered. Her brain was having trouble processing words. What the hell did he ask her? Did he really expect her to talk while he was driving her crazy with his mouth, his words, and his fingers? She spread her legs, putting one foot on the floor as Algerone moved to kneel between her thighs. Pulling the covers off her waist, covering his back.
“C’mon sweetheart. Tell me what else you do,” he told her, as he lifted her shirt and placed a kiss on her stomach, right over the bump where their child lay.
“I-I um,” she cleared her throat. “I then push the dildo deep inside me and turn the power on high.”
“How deep do you push it?” Algerone asked as he slid her shorts and panties down below her knees. “Do you put it this deep?” He pushed two of his fingers to just the inside of pussy. While it felt good, it did nothing for the fire building within her. She tried to wiggle her hips and get him deeper inside of her, but Algerone held off, keeping the tips of his fingers just at the entrance.
“Deeper,” Valerie answered—or pleaded—she wasn’t sure at this point.
“Hmm. This deep?” he questioned with a note of amusement in his voice as he slid his fingers deeper, curling them upwards until the grazed her G-Spot.
Valerie’s head tilted back, her eyes shutting closed. She gripped the cushions on the side of her hips, before reaching up with a hand to clench his shoulder. She shivered as pleasure rippled through her.
“Mmm, yes.” She whimpered. “More, Algie.”
“Do you go deeper? You want me deeper, or do you want more fingers?” he asked her, as he pushed up her shirt, pulled down the cups of her bra, and kissed the bottom of her fuller and more sensitive breasts. Valerie moaned his name as he licked her nipples, before sucking one and then the other in his mouth. His cheeks hollowing as he tugged the hardened nubs with his teeth.
“Ah, fuck, Algie,” Valerie groaned as pressed her body closer to his.
“I think you like that idea. More fingers.” Algie nuzzled the valley between her breasts. “How many fingers do you think I can get inside of you?” he asked her, tilting his head to the side as he stared down at his lighter fingers plunging in and out of her heated core.
Valerie widened her eyes when her husband, the Crown prince of Malvidence pulled his fingers from her slick softness and sucked, licked, and swirled his tongue around two of his fingers, enjoying her essence. She opened his mouth to make a flirty quip about him enjoying his dessert right from the source, when Algerone put his fingers in front of her face. “Open up, baby,” he ordered. Valerie spread open her lips and slurped two of the wide fingers in her mouth.
Algerone tsked. “All of them, gorgeous,” he informed her.
Valerie’s body was humming at the idea of Algerone pushing all four of his fingers inside of her. She opened her mouth wider and pulled Algerone’s fingers deep, her saliva sliding down his palm, and dripping down onto her chest. She gagged slightly when Algerone wiggled his thumb inside as well. Valerie sucked and licked at Algerone’s fingers as he pushed them in and out between her lips, even as he leaned down and skimmed his own mouth over her tits.
She whined in regret when Algerone finally pulled his hand from her mouth. That disappointment disappeared as soon as Algerone glided his hand and fingers down the length of her slit to her entrance. Valerie held her breath as Algerone slipped two, then three, then… yes, four fingers in her pussy. He twisted and turned the four digits deep inside her heat, his thumb rubbing her clit, sending flashes of light to explode behind Valerie’s now closed eyes. He pumped his fingers in and out of her slickness. The sound of Algerone’s fingers thrusting in and out, fucking her, the wet slapping and sucking echoing throughout the room.
The touch of Algerone’s thumb sliding between her folds, his fingers pinched and circled together, making Valerie feel so full. She keened as Algerone shifted his hand in and out her tight, wet, walls. She reached up to grip Algerone’s biceps, her fingernails digging in his skin, no doubt leaving behind marks, or drawing blood. Valerie didn’t care, she relished in the dizzying sensations that coursed through her body. Words had fallen straight out of her head, the only coherent thing she could think was her husband’s name. She chanted his name, over and over, as he fucked her with his large hand.
Her sex clenched tightly around his fingers her juices flowing freely from her. She could feel her orgasm barreling down on her. She arched her back, her toes curling. She needed him to do something else, something more. The precipice of her pleasure was just out of reach.
“Al-Algie,” she whimpered.
“I know baby. I know what you need,” Algerone assured her. He tugged his hand free from her pussy, her walls tightening, not wanting to let go. Algerone unzipped, and unbuckled his jeans, freeing his angry looking, pinkened, and steel shaft. He leaned down over her, pressing the head of his cock to her clit.
Valerie moaned. “Please, Algie,” she pleaded. She could feel the cushions growing soaked beneath her from the juices of her arousal. She reached down to shove Algerone’s stiff rod inside her aching and empty pussy.
They groaned simultaneously as Algerone merely rubbed the head of his dick on her clit, tapping it every few seconds. Valerie lifted her hips, trying to get closer, get more, to ease the frenzy of desire that had taken hold of her. She licked her lips, her mouth going dry as she drew closer to falling off the edge. She moved her head side to side as she fought against the rising tide of passion. At the first quick, deep plunge of Algerone’s cock inside her slit, his cock head grazing at the knot of pleasure within her center, Valerie’s entire body shuddered and shook from the force of her orgasm, her juices gushing with a surge of power. She tightened her sex as hips bounced up and down on Algerone’s shaft, as he sawed in and out of her pussy. Valerie cursed as Algerone lowered his head and took one of her nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue against the hardened nipple. Riding through her orgasm, as she trembled, and called out his name, one orgasm racing into a second, then a third.
Only after her third orgasm, when Valerie was sure she couldn’t take any more, did she feel Algerone tense above her, his hips still slamming against the round, fleshy curve of her heart-shaped ass. “Yes, come for me baby,” she panted.
Algerone lowered one hand from the armrest where he had been gripping onto it, using it as a handhold as he plunged in and out of her. He took her lips in a fierce kiss as he sped up the thrusts of his hips. She whined and shook her head as Algerone rubbed his thumb on her swollen bud, the fingers of his hand resting on her belly for a moment, before he grabbed onto her hip.
“Yes, you can,” Algerone told her. “C’mon my love. One more. Give Daddy one more.”
Valerie felt the flash of lightning roar through her limbs, before with a harsh cry, she came again, her sweet moisture bursting forth from inside her, soaking the couch cushions, drowning Algerone’s manhood as his seed flooded her walls. Valerie jerked and trembled as Algerone’s body quaked above her, her name on his lips. When Algerone collapsed forward, catching himself on his arms, Valerie leaned up to kiss his chin. His words from moments before came to her, and she snorted out a laugh.
Algerone lifted up just a bit, his dick still twitching inside her. “What’s so funny?” he asked her.
“You called yourself, Daddy,” she pointed out. She snickered at the look of incredulousness on his face.
“I did not,” he denied. Sliding his softening shaft from within her. They both groaned at the sensations still coursing through them. Algerone sat back on his heels, the covers still wrapped around his broad shoulders, his shirt soaked with sweat.
“You did too,” Valerie told him. “Give Daddy one more,” she mocked him, lowering her voice in an imitation. She giggled as she saw the shock cover his face. She reached up to cup his cheeks. “Hey. I thought it was sexy. Weird at first, but sexy.”
Algerone merely shook his head as he tugged her panties and shorts back up over her hips. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her nose, then a longer, deeper, more loving and passionate one on her lips. Valerie got lost in the taste of him, and her own juices on his tongue.
Algerone lifted his head and smirked at her. “So, now that you’ve been satisfied, properly, will you rest now?” he asked her. “And get rid of my substitute.”
Valerie saluted him sleepily. As he went to move off the couch, lifting her legs back onto it, and covering her back up, she softly and sleepily informed him. “We’re going to need a different couch in here, so the kids don’t sit on the place we just made love.”
Algerone’s grunt of acquiescence and his gentle kiss on her lips, was the last thing she remembered before sleep overtook her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
A lgerone washed up in the bathroom in the hallway, before heading to the kitchen for a beer. He grabbed a second one when his brother, Alastair walked in from the backyard, his hair darker than usual. Algerone handed his younger brother the bottle of Blue Mountain and leaned against the kitchen island.
“I take it that the coast is clear?” Alastair asked with a smirk.
Algerone groaned and shook his head. He should have known his brothers were aware of what he and Valerie had been up to.
“She’s asleep,” he shrugged.
Alastair held out the bottom of his bottle, clinking it against Algerone’s. “Good job, bei bruthrar. Nice to know you can put your woman to bed, the right way.”
Algerone snorted, his eyes taking in Alastair’s appearance.
“Can you please tell me why you are dripping wet in my kitchen?” he asked, with a lift of an eyebrow.
“Well, when we heart the soft moaning coming from the family room, the guys and I decided to take the kids for a swim.”
Algerone looked around, checking outside. “Well, where is everyone?” he questioned.
“I left them. Kothrar called.” Alastair’s face was grim and apologetic. Algerone felt his stomach sink. He’d been worrying about the inevitable call from his parents. The “summons” from them. Valerie wasn’t nearly rested enough for the long flight to Malvidence, but he was almost certain his mother and father: The Crown, were going to require their presence.
All of them. The kids included.
“Good, you are already aware of what the conversation was about,” Alastair said accurately reading the dread on Algerone’s face and the anxiety flowing through his body. “We have been summoned.”
Algerone sighed, running the fingers of one hand through his hair. “How long do we have?” he asked.
“Three days,” Alastair said.
Algerone cursed. “That’s not nearly enough time.”
Alastair shrugged his shoulders, before placing his hand on Algerone’s shoulder. “Be thankful you have that long. They’d originally demanded the presence of The Crown Prince and his bride, the new Princess of Malvidence in twenty-four hours. It was only me pointing out that you have five children and Valerie is pregnant, and has family in the area, matters to settle, that gave you the two extra days.”
Algerone slapped the countertop in frustration, squeezing his eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, he nodded.
“Okay, we have two and a half days, to finish the lessons with Valerie, settle matters here in New Hampshire, shop, get the kids ready to go on a vacation, or move, and ensure my wife’s family will be okay.” Algerone huffed. “Easy.”
Alastair chuckled, and they tapped their beers together once more, before taking a deep sip, and launching into their plans.
Valerie woke up to a house full of activity. She blinked and looked around in confusion. Swinging her legs off the couch, she rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to keep down the nausea that threatened. Deep voices coming from the kitchen called to her, and she rose to head in that direction. A number of strangers moved throughout the hallway, holding bags, suitcases, rolling clotheslines that held different types of clothes, in different sizes. A sense of unease moved through her, and trying to contain the panic that clogged her throat, Valerie quickened her footsteps to the kitchen. She came to a halt at the doorway and her mouth fell open in shock. Standing in the middle of the kitchen were each of her children, Dahni bouncing up and down happily while Algerone tried his best to keep her still. Tailors and seamstresses held measuring tape up to each kid, writing down measurements and asking questions.
“What the hell is happening in here?” Valerie called out.
“Ooh, Mommy said a bad word!” Chiamaka said, pointing at Valerie.
Andreas and Alfie chuckled as they stood near the breakfast nook table, drinking beers. Augustus, Alastair, and Algerone were all supervising what appeared to be a shopping expedition with her children.
“Oh, darling, you’re awake,” Algerone smiled at her. “Say hi kuthrar,” he old Dahni.
Valerie couldn’t help but smile sweetly at her youngest child, when Dahni lifted a hand and open and closed her fingers in the semblance of a wave. Valerie waved back, blowing a kiss, as she walked further into the room.
She ran her hand over AJ’s head, pinching Beaumont’s cheek, smoothing back Chikere’s hair, and placing a kiss on top of Chiamaka’s head. She came to a stop next to Algerone in front of a young woman with brown hair as she knelt in front of Dahni, holding up the swatches of different fabrics and colors next to the little girl’s face.
“Algie,” Valerie whispered. “What is going on?”
Algerone gave her a boyish smile and Valerie struggled not to swoon at the sight on his face. Her husband was much too attractive for his own good. She had to keep her guard handy around him in order to not be drawn into his web. And the fact that their children had his same features and constantly, without impunity, doled out those same smiles and innocent looks on her, had her consistently trying to figure out what pranks or trouble her own kids were up to.
“I was going to wake you up later, once we finished with the children, but this is just as good. You can help with giving us the sizes of everyone,” Algerone told her.
Valerie nodded. “Sure, I can do that, just as soon as you tell me what’s going on in my kitchen.”
Algerone glanced around and cleared his throat. “My parents have summoned us back to the palace.”
Valerie’s heart sank. “Oh, I see.” She averted her gaze for a moment, blinking away her tears of disappointment. “So you’re getting the kids some new clothes before you return?” she asked.
Algerone reached out and touched Valerie’s cheek softly for a moment as he shook his head. “I told you th
at I wasn’t leaving you and the children again. I meant that. Besides, when I say we, I mean we. My brothers, me, and you and the children.”
Valerie’s mouth fell open in shock. She furrowed her brows and shook her head in confusion. “Why do they want the children and me there? We are not royals, nor are we their children.”
“Ahh, but Your Highness,” Alastair interjected. “you’re wrong. You are royals. Since my brother has claimed and publically acknowledged your marriage and his children: the royal progeny, you have become members of the royal family. It is not official, as a crown hasn’t yet been put on your head, and you have yet to be presented to the kingdom, but those things are merely a formality. The Crown: the King and Queen of Malvidence, our parents, have accepted Algerone’s marriage.” He shrugged. “At least that is what one can surmise from their request of your presence before them.”
Valerie stood in the middle of the room, taking in her brother-in-law’s words. Her children murmuring excitedly at the designers and stylists who were finding the proper attire to dress them. She swung her hand out and indicated all of the organized chaos around her. “And this? You’re making sure the children are suitably attired?” She already knew the answer, she was simply trying to get someone to agree with her statement.
“Not only the children, but you as well.”
Valerie nodded. “Honey, we told you about this,” Algerone stated.
“I know, but, I thought that was in the abstract, not…” she indicated the stylist and sighed.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, or to deal with,” Algerone began.
Alfie let out a pfft of increduality. “She hasn’t even seen the palace yet,” he muttered.
“Or gone through the classes,” Augustus remarked.
Algerone glared at his brothers and Valerie narrowed her eyes at the eldest Smythe in the room. “What are they talking about?” she asked.
