“But not my type,” he adds.
I recoil. My hands are back to my side just as quickly. I do my best to conceal my emotions. The uncomfortable silence that falls between us does not help. I must salvage the situation quickly so that he doesn’t think I like him. My brain works fast.
He casually sits on a rock. There is no other rock in the vicinity, so I wrap my feet and sit on the ground below him. This way I can let the juices oozing from me flow freely. I have never been so moist in my entire life.
“What’s your type?” I pat myself on the back, for the smoothness of my voice.
He cocks his head in thought, and then says, “Three things really. A fortune to her name is most important, fertile enough to birth twelve sons… maybe a daughter or two as well. And quite the deal breaker, she must have a genuine loathing for my brother!”
I am appalled by what I hear. Is he serious? I do my best to keep my reaction under wraps. Besides, I am uncertain about his temper. I saw the way he strangled Carlos. What if he tries to hurt me for disagreeing with him? For the first time, I have my doubts. What if this is not the man from my dreams, but only looks like him?
When I see he is waiting for my reaction, I pretend. Sweetly, I ask, “What about beauty?”
“What use is beauty unless it can win you kingdoms?” he says.
“You are a strange man,” is all I say.
He doesn’t answer to that. Another silence falls between us, and this time, he breaks it.
“What’s your type?” he asks.
I am impressed. Usually, the men in my town will only want to talk about themselves. They never wanted to know anything more than whether you will sleep with them. Yet here, the prince of my dreams is asking me about my type. I give him an honest answer.
“Me? Tall, kind, funny,” I list them.
He throws back his head in surprise. “What good does that do you?”
“It makes me happy.”
“Happy? Well, are you happy?” he asks.
I don’t have to think to answer that. “No,” I say.
He scoffs. “You know what you want and yet you are with a short, ugly man. And I am sure he is not funny.”
Erien is talking about Carlos. I grimace. “He is my ticket out – was.”
“You use each other as tickets around here? A ticket to what? Am I your ticket to something? Is that why you are following me around like a pup?” He suddenly seems agitated.
“It’s only a metaphor.”
I put my hand on his thigh to reassure him. He tenses under my grip. I am about to think that he is scared of me when I notice the bulge under the trench coat. Could a man really be so huge? My skin tingles. I wish I could rip off that jacket and feast my eyes on his bod. He notices me staring, and so I quickly look away.
“Alice.” He says my name for the first time.
My gaze falls back on him. His hand is clutching his crotch. I shudder. What if he forced himself on me? I like him – maybe love him – yet I am not ready.
“You can’t make love to me as I am not your type,” I blurt out before he can say anything.
I watch him recoil then, in a blink of an eye, regain composure. He stands over me, his arms akimbo. His crotch is only a few inches from my lips. My libido is screaming. No one in my life has ever had that effect on me. My breasts torment me with pain. They want to be grabbed. It takes everything in me not to tell him how I feel. He doesn’t share my sentiments. His face is cold toward me.
“Let me tell you something Alice. This here,” he gestures to his crotch, “is not because of you. I had the mercy not to tell you but now I feel it is unfair to you if I don’t. Before I came here, I had my balls pressed inside the bowels of my fiancée. Now, if only my father would have allowed me to cum inside her, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
I gulp. His tale hasn’t helped a bit. It has only made me want him more.
“Do I offend you?” Erien asks in a softer voice.
“I am not offended,” I say, rather too loudly. God, was it so obvious? And that girl he is speaking of? He had a fiancée? What am I doing craving a man who is about to be wed? Wait – he doesn’t have a ring on his finger. I grouch. I am certain that she is prettier than me. I feel bad.
To make it seem like I am fine, I stand up and ask, “Where are you from?”
He grimaces. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
We continue to walk. This time, I keep my distance from him and yet I can avert my eyes only for so long. It is as if my sight is stuck like glue onto him. He glances sideways just when I am staring at him. To save face, I have to say something.
“Your skin is different, smooth,” I say lightly.
He grins. “It comes with being a royal.”
I fake a laugh. It is going to be a long night.
Chapter 12
Erien
It is going to be a long night. First, Alice spies on the bulge I am trying to hide. And second, I am forced to tell her off so that she doesn’t think I like her. Goodness, I feel like I am losing control of my life, and all because of how her simple eyes look at me. They want to believe in me. They make me want to be a better man!
“Damn it!” I say.
“Huh?” Her voice is soft in the wind.
“Did I curse out loud?”
“Yes,” she says. I can tell there is sadness in her voice. I put it there. Well, I didn’t want her to get any ideas about me. And Sasha as my fiancée - where did that lie pop up from?
“Look, does this barren land ever end? I don’t want to walk for all eternity,” I say.
She purses her lips in thought. Goodness, she shouldn’t do that. I would never force myself on a woman but if she keeps pressing her lips like that… I try to control my own breathing. I am on the verge of losing control.
“It’s best we go back to the road,” she suggests.
“Why?”
“Transportation,” she says, “maybe a passing truck can give us a lift to the city.”
“There is civilization in these lands?”
“Of course, this is a civilized world.”
“Why didn’t you say so before?” I see her light up. My excitement is rubbing off on her. She shrugs in a cute way. My heart skips with joy. I thought I would be all alone. Loneliness is the true hell. With other subjects around, I will be just fine if not better.
“It’s miles and hours away…”
“Just point the direction, and we will be there,” I say, life returning to my voice. When she hesitates, I tell her, “Ride on me.”
I only realize how corny I sound after I say it. It is dark but I can tell when a girl is blushing, besides, my eyes have adjusted well to the dim. She is blushing.
“Do I have a choice?” she purrs.
I watch her hips sway as she comes toward me. I think she has misunderstood me. Yet, she comes and only stands with her arms open for me to carry her. She understood but I find myself wishing that she hadn’t.
“Are you going to carry me or I’d have to walk?” She asks. She is not demanding in any way.
I bring my knuckles up to my lips. With my erection at its prime, I know it is not a good idea to have her skin touch mine. I am blazing hot. If I touch her, I might do things I wouldn’t want to do to a woman who isn’t willing. But if she is willing… my thoughts trail. How can she be willing when I just told her that she wasn’t my type? I could just tell her I was lying. I don’t have a type. Hell, I told her I have a fiancée. She will certainly think I am a liar.
Alice is staring at me. She is waiting for something to happen. I turn away from her.
“I thought you meant you will carry me,” her voice is uncertain.
“I can and I can’t.” I gesture to my lower body. If she is smart enough, she will know what I mean. I must have underestimated her because her eyes sweep me from my face and down to my torso. She understands exactly what I am saying.
“You don’t have to like me. Just let me help,”
she says.
I only see one way she can help me and I don’t want to take advantage of her. Alice doesn’t mind because, right before my eyes, she takes off her tank top. My eyes are immediately arrested by her perfect breasts. The nipples are pointing at me, calling me to touch them. My balls throb in desire. And yet, I avert my eyes.
“No. I respect you too much,” I find myself saying.
My heart praises me for that but my crotch punishes me with a violent kick. I feel tears welling up and force them away. I can contain myself, I try to convince myself. It is only so hard because I have never had to wait. No woman has ever made me wait. Since when did I become such a gentleman? I want Alice and she is standing right there, yet I refuse to take her. Despite my efforts, Alice can see my struggle.
“You won’t have to touch me… or look at me,” she offers.
“Then how will that help me?” I make an effort to keep a bold voice.
“I’ll show you.” Alice moves closer to me.
I don’t like the idea. I am the one supposed to be in charge of our lovemaking, not her. And if this is going to be our first time, I want it to be worthwhile; in a nice feather bed, smooth silk and a warm bath afterward. I shake my head. How can this work when I can’t even see her body properly? I am the type of man who takes full control of every aspect of sexual intercourse with a woman…
“Oh,” I groan in pleasure.
While I was ruminating, Alice had rounded up behind me. Her pointy breasts rub against my back while her hand snakes down my torso. I feel her tongue lick the skin on my back just as she grabs my appendage. My breathing heightens, and she is controlling it with her grip around my lower body.
Alice’s hands feel small and soft against my large balls. The titillating sensation makes me weak at the knees, but how can I lie down with a standing erection. She teases its head with her hand, pressing hard and loosening her grip as juices ooze out of it. I scrunch up myself to keep me from screaming in desire. It is a good thing I cannot see her. Otherwise, I will tackle her to the ground and take her there and then. Then she will know how hard I ride.
“What… are you doing?” I ask, as if protesting. It is with great effort that my voice is level. I don’t want her to know what an excellent job she is doing.
“Helping you… We can’t go on if you still have a problem,” her voice is raspy. Only one hand is on me, so I wonder if she is using the other hand to help herself. I decide not to find out. I need to… stay in control.
I open my mouth to answer but only manage a long moan. Alice’s hand is sliding back and forth over my rod. She is slow, and then she increases speed. Suddenly, I scream angry. “You are not helping! You are only making it worse.” I just won’t cum. I want her, not her hand for god’s sake!
She releases her hand from me, and I instantly miss it. I am left with raw emotion whereas she just has a slimy hand to show for it. It can’t be helped. I want more of her, yet how can I have her without making her know I want her.
“Let’s go back to the rock,” I command her.
I feel her hesitate so I turn to her. This time, I let the trench coat drop to the ground. Her eyes drop to see how hard and wet she has made me. She didn’t help me at all; she only added fuel to the fire. Now I want more of her. She can see it in my eyes. It scares her. My eyes briefly appraise her breasts then I force myself not to see them. If I study her, I will do worse things to her than I did to Sasha. Why is this woman putting my balls on fire? No woman has ever done that to me.
“To the rock!” I raise my voice.
Alice shudders. Her breasts quiver along with the rest of her body. She stays rooted to the spot. I have no patience so I grab her by the hand, and hassle her back to the rock.
“I can’t… Please. Erien… You are about to be married… Please,” her voice is sobbing though her eyes are dry.
We are back at the rock I had sat on earlier. I take my seat and she stands before me. Mercifully, she hugs herself in an effort to conceal her voluptuous bosoms. They were the ones putting me on edge. And yet there is no way I can look into the depth of her eyes and not fall in love. I have never felt that sensation before.
“Take off your trousers,” I keep my voice stern. She doesn’t do it until I shout, “Do it now!”
“Erien!”
“Don’t talk to me if I haven’t asked you to. Take them off.”
“You are too big!” Her eyes are wide with fear. I see tears forming. I feel bad but if she is going to tag along by my side, I want her to be able to trust my words and not question them.
“Keep being stubborn and I will take them off for you,” I snarl.
She brought this upon herself, I muse. Now she is shaking because she is failing to put out the fire she had ignited. My face wears a sneer, but inwardly, I am rejoicing. Alice is taking off her trousers. As she does so, I notice a wet patch on her pants. My sneer turns into a grin. There and then I know that she is only pretending not to want me. Yet, even though she wants me, she is petrified.
“Remove your underwear too,” I dare her.
“Erien. Don’t hurt me.”
“Come here!”
She approaches me like a child about to be admonished. I wish she had taken off her underwear but I suppose it is better that she hasn’t. I grab her by the waist and feel her tense up.
“Look at me! Look at me!” I beckon her. Her blue eyes fall on my face, on my lips, on my nose, then my eyes. “Do you see what you’ve done to me?”
She looks down at my crotch. My lengthy appendage is pointing at her, accusing. A clear liquid at its head is teasing her. It wants her.
“See what you’ve done?” I ask again.
She nods subtly, and then says, “You said you didn’t like me.”
“Who cares what I said? Look with your eyes not your ears. This is entirely your fault. What do you say?”
“But you have a fiancée!” she moans.
“She’s not here, is she?” I say.
Alice shivers. I am not sure if she is hot with desire or cold with dread. Her thumb goes to her mouth. That simple gesture finishes me. I need release. So I grab her. I ignore her squirms as I lift her onto my laps. I guide her hands around my body and her legs wrap around my torso. My tongue slides across her cheek. I taste her salty tears. This elevates me. Yes, trust is a salty feeling. I bury my head in her neck, almost kissing her breasts but refraining from doing so with all my might.
“Now, you fix what you did. Okay?” I breathe into her ear. She nods sorrowfully. “Say yes my King.”
When she hesitates, I clutch her right buttock hard. She moans, “Yes, my king.”
I am satisfied with that. With my strong hands, I grab Alice’s small waist. With as much gentleness as I can manage, I guide the friction between her crotch and my appendage. It is only as well that I let her keep her pants on because it heightens my pleasure. Her clit riding over my rod feels so much better than her hands. And this way, both of us can be satisfied without any penetration.
When Alice realizes that I will not force myself into her, no matter how much I want to, she relaxes. I feel her hot breaths of relief on my neck. She hugs me tightly and this time, rubs her buttocks against my crotch at her own accord. My senses tingle at the touch of her wetness against me. Her soft moaning riles me up. She is moving too slow for the height of pleasure I have reached.
“Faster!” I cry out.
She obeys and beats herself faster against me. The night air is only filled with our heavy breathing, and the beautiful rhytmic pat pat pat song of our bodies slapping each other. The longer we take, the more dedicated Alice becomes to her craft. She grinds on me in a way that no woman ever has.
Her wet crotch slides to my torso, and my appendage gets stuck in between her bums. She tenses her muscles, clasping my hard body between her perfect round ass. That was the push I was waiting for. I grab her buttocks and squeeze even harder. We both scream when my juices spurt out at high pressure, and she has a
feverish orgasm only a few seconds apart. Our lower bodies are wet with each other’s fluids.
“Thank you,” she purrs, resting her sweaty body against mine. Her head is buried in my neck.
“I have never done it this way,” I confess after I gather my breath. Her hair is wet with perspiration. I kiss it gently.
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