by T. Massey
She found herself on the verge of tears at that moment. She could see the far off lights of her town of Centrilage. It seemed so close and yet she knew it was at least a thirty minute walk. She knew her mother and father would both be scared out of their minds at her absence and she fought to get to them quickly to stop this fear in their minds. What if they ignored the curfew and came out looking for her only to miss her in the dark and be murdered themselves?
She would never forgive herself if some horrid thing like that were to occur to her beautiful family. She tried to ignore the pain that continued to magnify in her ankle and press on, but it was beginning to overtake her. She could no longer hold onto the basket of groceries and barely noticed as the bag slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. She continued to press on but began to realize in a forgotten chamber of her subconscious brain that she was no longer moving, but the world outside of her was beginning to swirl at an accelerated pace. She remembered thinking this was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
For a few minutes (it could have been as long as ten) the most amazing silvery moon stepped out from behind the clouds and lit her path. The ground reflected this amazing glow as if sent from the Angels to light her way before her. She moved slower and slower as the pain of her broken ankle wore her entire body down.
The last thing she remembered before blacking out was the man. There was a tall man standing before her looking at her with the lust of a wolf and the curiosity of a baby. His skin was a porcelain white that reflected the sheen of the silvery moon in a beautiful mixture that melted her heart. She was no longer afraid. Chantal’s entire being felt at that moment as if there was no such thing as fear or pain or sadness in the entire world.
All that was an illusion of the highest caliber and people had been falling for this ruse for centuries. But her new friends the silvery moon and this handsome stranger were going to take care of her and wipe all the pain away. She knew this for a fact as her skull collided with the ground along with her body. She felt none of this as pain. She just remembered laughter. It was a sweet sexy sound and rang out in her eardrums repetitively like a game of ring around the rosy (they all fall down!).
Before the world turned dark once again, she found herself wondering if the laughter was her own, the moon, or the stranger standing before her.
Chapter 3- The King at Last
She awoke to a voice.
Chantal sat up in a strange bed in a strange room with a strange man staring at her.. strangely. It took her a few seconds to realize that the stranger before her was the man she had seen in the woods before she passed out. This was her first real look at him and she was taking it all in.
He was beautiful. The man was tall with long chestnut hair that caressed his broad shoulders and wrapped around his chiseled features and strong jawline. He had soft and sensual lips that seemed to speak to you without moving. His eyes were the bluest ocean she had ever seen and she wanted to swim in those waters forever. His gaze was the most hypnotic thing she had ever seen and when he spoke it was barely enough to distract you from those eyes and notice that his voice was hypnotic on its own.
The rhythm and timbre of his words bounced effortlessly off his amazing lips allowing a glimpse of a bright red tongue dancing behind his teeth. His gestures were slow and languid and seemed to punctuate his words and facial emotions perfectly, as if he were the most method actor whose every action was executed perfectly for a desired effect.
But somehow he made all this effort seem.. effortless. His entire being was poetry and it was impossible to not become totally encompassed in his world.
“What?” Chantal’s voice appeared weak and out of focus. For a moment she couldn’t tell whether she had actually spoken the words coming out of her dry throat, or if she was hoping to communicate telepathically and save her body the trauma of human speech. But her body was being commanded by some unknown entity and decided to try to wing it without her conscious mind. The results were shit.
The man spoke again. It took all of Chantal’s concentration to connect with the syllables that made up the words that she desperately wanted to understand.
“Are you feeling better?” The words hung in the air as if slowly travelling the distance between them. She could have sworn his lips stopped moving seconds before she heard the last words.
She thought a moment and was even caught off guard by the question. Why wouldn’t she be alright? Then she remembered the void and the blackout. Her ankle had been hurt and her body had taught her the valuable lesson of pain adherence. Apparently if you ignored pain long enough it would force your body to shut down. And shut down she had.
“I think so.” The words seemed idiotic the moment they left her lips but she could not grasp the coherence to utter anything else.
“Good. You had quite a shock. Luckily for you I stumbled along.”
The man stood up then and approached her from his chair across the room. He had been seated at a big beautiful desk. He slowly slid his chair way from the desk and rose to his full height. He was tall with a muscular build. She felt her entire body flex as it wanted.
It was at this time that Chantal noticed the elegant and opulent décor of the room she was in. Everything in the room was immaculate. The walls were a perfect, smooth stone. The room was perfectly lit with huge torches hanging on the walls and from the Chandelier on the ceiling. She could see her silhouette shadow dancing on the wall as she tried to sit up more.
She smiled approvingly at her sexy figure, but then she immediately felt embarrassed and recoiled from the vision that she caught of herself in the large mirror surrounded by a frame of gold to her left. The mirror must have been six feet tall and it reflected the sheen and majestic nature of the room it consumed.
“Don’t be embarrassed of your beauty.”
The stranger sat down on the bed beside her. She felt both awestruck to be this close to him on a bed and this was exacerbated by the words that he had just spoken to her. The phrase “beauty” echoed over and over again in her mind. She didn’t know if it would ever stop and she hoped it didn’t. She tried to look at him just then but the blush that overtook her reduced her from the sexy prize of femininity she was used to being by these boys in her little town to a sniveling little school girl.
She was no match for the brilliance of this Angelic being before her. She just wanted to surrender to the majestic nature of his allure and allow herself to become a small part of it together. There would be no equal here. And she definitely would not be the object of desire. She would be just a reflection of the personification of love and she would have to share him with the world.
The man put his thick index finger to her lips just then as she bowed her head and tried to avert her embarrassed eyes. His finger slid down the soft flesh of her ruby lips to her milky chin and curled under to lift her head up until she had no choice but to stare into those eyes. Her whole will and body left her at that moment.
“Who are you?” Chantal asked. Her mind was adrift on a beautiful ride that she could not leave, but somehow her mouth was able to ask the question she wanted to know most in the world.
“I’m Gilles Martin. King Gilles.”
“Gilles? But, Gilles was murdered.. by his brother..” Chantal’s words lacked confidence and meaning as she struggled under the influence of the thrall that compelled her to forget anything in the world but Him. She wanted Him and only Him for all eternity and she didn’t care or couldn’t care at that moment about anything but Him.
She could hardly remember the history lessons that had spawned the knowledge of the Great King Gilles Martin. He had been poisoned by his brother Bertrand Martin. King Bertrand had been poisoned himself by one of his subjects within the following year.
All of this had happened two hundred years before her birth. How could this be?
“Shhh… don’t think. You must reserve your strength.”
Gilles leaned forward and held her close to him. His bod
y was strong and firm against her own frailty and fragility. She found this to be the most comforted she had ever been in her whole life. She closed her eyes to allow her other senses to take over fully so she could completely savor this amazing moment.
“I’ve been waiting for you Chantal.”
These words were sobering to her very core. Suddenly the Thrall that clouded her mind lifted very briefly and she was able to stare straight into Gilles’ eyes. She could now see past the blue. There was a darkness in the pupils and a redness surrounding his iris that was both chilling and beautiful.
Her heart began beating loudly in her chest and this echoed shockwaves of terror and bliss throughout her entire being.
She had never been this helpless, this terrified, and this accepting in her entire life. She knew very well that her life was going to end tonight. What she was unsure of was whether she would stay dead or whether she would rise again.
“What do you mean?” She asked. The words felt like daggers cutting holes in her tongue and her lips. She had to keep licking her lips hoping that she wasn’t tasting blood.
“I’ve been alone for a long time. It has come time for me to choose a bride to share my eternity with.” Gilles spoke calmly.
The words seemed to take on several meanings. None of which were clear through the haze of lust that permeated Chantal’s entire being at this moment.
Gilles continued. “I’ve tried several others, but they just didn’t encapsulate the meaning of what a bride means for me. I need someone who will be my lover, my protector while I sleep, a mother to my immortal children, and most of all an Angel of the highest order.”
Chantal’s mind fought to wrap itself around the words that Gilles spoke. She could only pick up bits and pieces of the meaning. Her conscious mind understood everything and he unconscious mind didn’t try to talk her out of it. Somewhere a part of her was even aware that her ankle no longer hurt.
This became more apparent as Gilles swiftly picked her up in the air with one powerful arm. Her held her there for a few seconds. His gaze kept hold of her own gaze steadily drawing the will and life out of her mind.
She was vaguely aware that his other hand had reached under her dress and removed her under garments. Then He had opened his pants to allow his beautiful penis to be free. Gilles then slowly allowed her to slide slowly down his generous shaft. Chantal had never seen or imagined anything so perfect. His penis was big and thick. She could sense the strength in his cock as she began to bounce up and down on his long shaft.
Gilles lay down on his back enjoying her bucking motion on his hard cock. Her pussy was stretched to capacity but she welcomed the slight bit of pain as she pumped harder and harder on his dick. Gilles grunted a smile at her as he encouraged the hard fuck. She couldn’t think of anything else but that perfect cock and the rhythm of her bucking hips as they pleasured each other in this perfect moment of ecstasy.
Then Gilles ripped open his shirt revealing the sculpted physique of a Greek God. He was immaculate. Every muscle was rippling and perfectly shaped from his pecs all the way to his washboard abs that cradled down to a perfect V shape of his muscular pelvis that supported the weight of his massive cock. He had to be ten inches long and was almost as thick as Chantal’s wrist.
The fact that she was able to accommodate such a large member inside her was spellbinding, but every inch of her punished pussy was aching out for more fuck. She pumped as hard as she could, allowing her big plump breasts to break free of the confines of her dress. They bounced freely all about as she straddled this huge cock and bounced up and down absorbing every inch into her waiting fuck hole.
She could feel her orgasm on the horizon. She wanted to wait for it but was not sure she could control that for that long. His cock was so perfect and her pussy gripped it with precision. Any normal man would have shot a load deep inside her twice by now but Gilles was far beyond the capabilities of a normal man. This realization made her pump him harder.
Her legs cried out in agony from the constant pushing against the bed as she raised herself up enough to complete the cycle of every thrust. But she didn’t dare think about pausing for a moment. This was absolutely the most extreme and exquisite level of pleasure that could ever be known. This was a love that could survive from beyond the grave and it would last forever.
Gilles grabbed her waist and flipped her around while remaining inside of her juicy pussy. He began to move her hips himself up and down harder and faster than she ever thought was possible. The pain was immaculate and she found her orgasm building closer and closer. She would not be able to stop this.
She suddenly realized that Gilles was on his knees fucking her doggy style. Now he had complete control of the quick thrust that beat deep inside of her wicked pussy. She allowed her tired body to fall face down on the bed as Gilles continued to ravage her as no human man could ever hope to do.
Her orgasm came even closer as he stuck a finger inside her tight asshole. He lightly fingered the inside of her sphincter. The way it clutched and tightened around his thick finger while his humongous cock continued to pound away inside of her pussy sent her over the threshold of normal human endurance.
She became aware that she was screaming in pleasure so great that her throat felt as if it was about to burst as her orgasm let go spewing a bath of her feminine juices all over his beautiful thick member and all over the bed. She continued several gush loads. Her body was spent as her voice would no longer validate her orgasmic pleasure through sounds.
A moment later Giles released his own load. It was a huge spewing load of thick man juice that flowed deep inside her waiting pussy. She could feel her vaginal walls pulsate as her pussy tried to lap up every bit of cum that was being released into her body at that moment.
Gilles collapsed his full weight on top of her. He panted slowly in a controlled motion as sweat dripped from his forehead bathing her back in his amazing glow. She imagined her skin soaking it up. She wanted to become one with him in every possible way and there was no denying that this was the first of many nights of oneness with her Immortal King. Her Master.
Gilles slowly petted the back of her neck just then with the back of his hand and brushed her golden hair away from the nape of her neck as he leaned in closer. He kissed her cheek softly and slowly moved his kiss down her back. The tingles she felt echoed throughout her entire spine and branched out to her extremities, as if every cell in her body was having its own orgasm at that moment.
Then it happened. She was expecting it but not expecting it at the same time. She both feared and embraced the fangs entering her flesh, sinking deep into her jugular. She could feel the spray of her life force gushing into his waiting mouth. It was the most sensual moment that any human being could ever feel. This she was absolutely certain. There was no turning back.
She smiled as she slowly felt her life fading from this world. She wondered how long it would take her to come back.
How long would it take her to be reborn.
To become The King’s Bride.
How long…
BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
The Hesitating Pregnant Bride
Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1 – Worry
Chapter 2 – The Parents
Chapter 3 – A Date and A Fitting
Chapter 4 – The Wedding
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Introduction
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