by Sky Corgan
“We can fix that,” he growls against my collarbone, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants and pulling them down over my ass.
I lift for a moment to help him get them off. Within seconds, I'm naked and vulnerable. But I haven't felt as safe in months as I do right now. And I've never felt as adored as I do when he looks at me in the way he's looking at me right now.
“You have too many clothes on.” I kiss down his chest, working my way to his belt. His eyes follow me as I slide down his body. He leans back, the hard muscles of his abdomen flexing, and he looks so sexy I feel like I could die from desire.
I crawl over him for a kiss, rubbing his hardened length over his slacks. He cups my chin, holding me to him until he's satisfied. It's a game of give and take. He demands of me, and then he allows me free reign. I don't feel lesser than him. We're equals on this playing field.
I unclasp his belt and don't even bother pulling it from the loops before I unzip his pants and tug them along with his boxers down over his hips. His erect cock springs out, and I can't tell which is watering more from the sight of it, my mouth or my pussy.
“It's not fair.” I grin at his dick as I pull his pants off the rest of the way.
“What's not fair?” His eyes stay glued to my tits. I know they're bouncing from my effort to depants him, but I don't care. All shyness has gone out the window because of my need to have him.
“Nothing.” I shake my head before gripping the base of his cock. It's like steel in my hand. The veins are bulging. I can feel him pulse as if in resistance. His slit is already slick with arousal. I can't wait to taste him, which is odd because the thought of giving a guy head has always turned me off before.
He doesn't ask me to elaborate. What I was thinking, though, is that it's not fair that he's so physically perfect. It's not fair that other women have had him before me. It's not fair that this will probably be my only chance to be with him like this.
I stroke him clumsily, trying my best not to think too hard about pleasuring him. I've always heard that men are easy to get off, and if I look up into his eyes, my body seems to go on autopilot anyway.
Fynn gathers my hair in one of his hands, watching me as my mouth descends. I cup his balls and give them a kiss, making sure to keep eye contact. I have barely a clue what I'm doing, but he doesn't seem to notice. As I lick from his balls up his length, he moans softly.
I worship his cock with my tongue, taking my time licking up it slowly as if he's a drippy ice cream cone. Every time I feel him twitch against my palm, I know I'm doing a good job. And as I keep his gaze, I can't help but wonder if any man has ever looked this sexy while being sucked off.
I press my tongue against his slit, drawing the drops of pre-seed into my mouth that have leaked out of it. He tastes salty and delicious, and I find myself feeling greedy—wanting more.
“Slow,” he tells me, placing a hand under my chin to guide me.
I hold the base of his cock with both hands, keeping his dick pointing up like an arrow to the ceiling as I continue to lick and eye-fuck him to death. Every time I get to his tip, I find myself lingering, dipping my tongue into his slit, exploring the ridges of his helmet. I'm beginning to think it's my favorite part of him. How could I have ever known I would enjoy this so much?
“I'm worried your eyes are going to do me in,” he tells me with a breathy half-chuckle. Every once in a while, his grip tightens on my chin, forcing me to stop. I take great pleasure in knowing I have him so close to the edge already. We haven't even really begun yet. But I plan to make him come harder than he ever has in his entire life.
“I've never sucked a cock before,” I confess, “but you taste so good, I think I could do this all day.”
“Fuck,” he groans, enunciating the word as if it's painful.
He lets go of my face, and I descend on him, popping the tip into my mouth. His entire body shudders, and he presses his hips forward. I move down his length, feeling his cock stretching my jaw. Pre-seed sticks to the back of my throat as his glans kisses my uvula. I swallow around him, and he makes this O face that causes my clit to fire off in tiny contractions. Who knew that pleasuring someone else could be so sexually stimulating. I feel like I might come just from sucking him off.
I bob on his dick, disappointed in myself that I can't take it all the way to the back of my throat. I get about three-quarters of the way there before my mouth runs out of space. I end up having to stroke the rest of his length, squeezing hard to milk out every drop of pre-come that his body can produce. Then I slide my tongue down his length and suck on his balls one at a time, closing my eyes and taking pleasure in every little perverted act.
“Oh my God, you need to stop,” he tells me when I lick back up his length and take him into my mouth again. He's barely holding on, but I just want him to let go. I tighten my lips around him, working him faster. “Anya,” my name comes out as a warning. He fists his hand into my hair, tightening to pull me back. I lock my eyes with him, challenging him as I do the opposite of what he wants, cupping the underneath of his shaft with my tongue and sliding down on his cock until my throat hurts from being stretched so wide and my head burns from him trying to pull me off of him.
He lets out the most beautiful sound I've ever heard a man make, and then I feel his cock grow impossibly larger before a shot of hot come coats the back of my throat. His fingers flex in my hair, no longer trying to pull me away. It's like he's in a state of shock, his abs clenching as his cock pumps its load down the back of my throat.
I swallow in large gulps, wanting to down every drop. It's not anywhere near as unpleasant as I thought it would be, and the look on his face makes it more than worth it. I'd sell my soul to see him look like this all the time. But this is the only time. So I have to savor it for what it is.
I wait until his dick is drained, then I lick it clean, making sure not to miss a drop. When I'm done, he looks absolutely exhausted, though bliss is written all over his face. I grin at him, still stroking his cock which is slowly beginning to soften in my hand. “See. I told you, Fynn. You can't always get what you want.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
FYNN
That wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. She wasn't supposed to make me come. I shouldn't have allowed it. I was trying to save my load for her cunt, but she was relentless. I suppose that's part of why I love her. She's so damn unpredictable.
I let out a breathy chuckle, dropping down onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. Anya pulls herself up to my side and allows me to cradle her in my arms. She rests her head on my shoulder, placing her hand over my heart.
“You are a very naughty girl.” I waggle my finger at her.
She doesn't smile. In fact, she's just staring out into the distance, lost to me. I want to bring her back.
“What's wrong?” I brush her hair back away from her face.
“You said so many things downstairs,” she replies absentmindedly.
“Did I say something wrong?” I quirk my head to get a better look at her.
She seems bashful for a moment. “No. They were just intense.”
“I can be an intense guy sometimes.” I shrug.
“You said...” she hesitates. “You said you wanted to marry me.”
“Yes.” I nod.
“And...have a baby.”
“I know it seems sudden.” I stroke her back affectionately.
“But you meant it?” She rolls against me, resting her chin on her hand to gaze directly into my eyes.
“Yes.” I grin at her. “And probably all of it more urgently than you'd like.”
“I don't see how it would work.” She pushes off of me to lie on her back as well. I don't like the distance between us.
I take a deep breath. “Most of it is because I want it, but a large part of it is also to protect you. To protect us—what I want us to have together. If I get you pregnant, my father wouldn't have you killed. He cherishes the thought of family, ev
en bastards. Not that our kid would be a bastard.” I glance at her to see if she's following me so far. “We need to get married. Here. Now. But getting you pregnant is the most important part. He could try to get our marriage annulled, but he wouldn't do it if you were pregnant. Do you understand?” I shift onto my side to look at her. Seeing her naked body sprawled out on the bed already has my cock coming to life again. She's so damn beautiful—like an angel fallen down to heaven just for me. I feel lucky to be in her presence. Blessed. “Putting my baby inside of you will keep you alive.” I reach out and gently rub her stomach in a circular motion. “Marrying you will keep you by my side.”
“Do you think it would really work?” She looks up at me, her expression uncertain.
“I know it would.” I smile softly. “I know how my father works. He may be a great military tactician, but he's completely predictable when it comes to matters of family.”
“It looks like you've really thought this out,” she giggles, finally showing signs of relief.
“I have. I've been thinking about it for a while now,” I confess, feeling my need for her growing the more I gaze upon her plump nipples. She's ripe to be bred. Her cunt is probably nice and slick from sucking me off. I long to spill my seed inside of her and put all my plans into motion.
Unable to resist any longer, I move down her body and take one of her nipples into my mouth. Her throat immediately erupts into a torrent of soft moans that has my dick rock hard again.
“Let me see how wet you are for me.” I kiss a path down her body before stopping at her mound to spread her legs. Lust fills her eyes as I press my palm against her puffy lips, gently rubbing back and forth before I part them to feel her wetness. She's so damn juicy it makes my mouth water. “I've got to eat your peachy cunt now. I'll taste your cherry later.” I descend between her legs, dragging the flat of my tongue up between her folds. Then I spread her lips with my fingers to go in deep and get a good taste of her delicious pink parts. “Exquisite,” I mumble before wrapping my lips around her bud and sucking until she's squirming beneath me.
“Oh, Fynn.” She pulls her legs up and bows her thighs so that I have easier access. I love the way she's so willing to expose her cunt to me. It's like she can't wait to have me inside of her either.
“I'm going to make you come all over my face, and then I'm going to fill your little pink pussy so full of my seed that your womb will have no choice but to take my baby,” I tell her before flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit.
She strokes my hair for a moment, then reaches up to tweak one of her nipples while I slurp at her slit. Seeing her unabashedly aiding me in pleasuring her is the biggest turn on ever. I never realized when I first laid eyes on her that she could possibly be this passionate. She's perfect for me. Absolutely perfect.
“Come for me, princess,” I demand as I work my tongue inside of her, then lick all the way up and kiss her clit. When my teeth graze over it, her body trembles and she lets out a loud gasp. Her thighs shake as her pussy contracts, and I know it's time for me to initiate the second part of my promise, to pop her cherry.
“I want to promise to be gentle,” I say as I climb over her body, “but you drive me fucking wild, Anya.”
She's still panting heavily from her climax, but her eyes tell me that she's ready. They tell me that she wants this just as much as I do. She may not be ready to have my baby inside of her, but I'm going to breed her tonight anyway.
I kiss her lips gently to show her that everything is going to be alright. I can see that she's nervous, but I also know that she trusts me. I stroke my cock, getting it nice and slick with pre-seed, hoping that her juices will help to ease me into her. I know I'm big. I know this will hurt.
I slide my dick between her pussy lips, my skin gliding across her wetness. I left a bit of saliva behind to aid in my entry. My glans taps against her clit, and I feel another small contraction clench her sweet little pussy. I can't wait to feel that same sensation when her body is wrapped around me, hugging me, squeezing out my come.
“Oh fuck, I bet this is going to feel amazing,” I hiss, closing my eyes and getting drunk on anticipation.
As if impatient for me to enter her, Anya slips her hand between her legs and spreads her pussy lips for me. It's the only invitation I need.
I slide my cock down between her pink folds a final time, the helmet resting at her entryway. I know better than to be slow with it. That will only make it more painful.
I wait until her eyes are locked with mine, then I buck all the way inside with one quick thrust. She cries out and arches her back, her mouth in the shape of an O. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, her taking my cock for the first time. Her body clenches around me, and I get lost in the pleasure of it, though I refuse to start moving until I know she's adjusted and is alright.
The initial shock passes, and her eyes are all fiery lust. I begin to thrust slowly. Her pussy sucks at me greedily.
I rub her clit with the flat of my fingers, and within seconds she's climaxing again. The air fills with moans. Her thighs tremble around me, and I worry I'm going to lose my shit from the massage her cunt is giving my dick.
“Christ, your body is amazing,” I tell her, feeling my self-control slowly slipping away.
She's taken my cock well so far. The look of pain on her face was so brief when I entered her that it's nearly been forgotten by both of us. I'm sure she can handle things a bit rougher.
“Your pussy is so fucking sweet. You take my cock like you were born for it.” I pick up the pace, pumping into her and causing friction that threatens to make my balls spill. The fact that she's moaning loud enough to wake the dead isn't helping to keep my orgasm at bay. She looks so intoxicatingly beautiful in the throes of pleasure. “Oh yeah, your mouth might not be able to take me all the way, but your greedy little cunt sure can. I'm going to make sure that I fill your womb to the brim.”
“Yes!” she cries out, squeezing her muscles around me to the point that I can't hold on anymore.
My balls pull up, and I draw Anya into my arms, holding onto her so that there's no space between us as my dick releases into her. The contractions are hard and wrecking. For having just come a little while ago, they're still every bit as intense as when she blew me.
I sit with her on my lap, my cock speared up inside of her as it gushes the last of its juices. We kiss until we're both out of breath. Then I rest my forehead against hers, and we stay like that for several moments, joined in almost every way possible.
If all goes well, she'll be pregnant now. If we're unlucky, we still have several days to try if Daniel doesn't rat me out. Whatever the case, we need to move on to the next step of my plan. Now that I've put a baby in her belly, I need to put a ring on her finger to seal the deal.
CHAPTER NINE
ANYA
I wake to the warmth of a man's arms wrapped around me and a new soreness between my legs. Everything's new, to be honest. I've never slept in a man's bed before, and I can't remember the last time I didn't wake up shivering and wishing I had even just one blanket to cover me instead of the thin sheet I was usually assigned.
Nothing feels real right now. But it is real. I'm no longer in the warehouse surrounded by other displaced people. I'm in an expansive room with central heating, on a bed so comfortable that it feels like I slept on a cloud, and with a man who loves me by my side.
A man who loves me... I gaze up at Fynn, thinking about how peaceful he looks. His hair has fallen across his face, and it takes everything in me to resist the urge to brush it away so that I can see more of him. His hard cock is pressed against my stomach. I smirk at the phenomenon of morning wood, hoping he'll want to put it to good use when he wakes up.
Lying here with him like this, it's hard to believe he's a prince. We're naked, man and woman. Enemies in the same bed. Stripped of everything that makes him royalty and me a civilian. He's just a man, I think to myself.
I still can't believe everything that
transpired last night. My life went from spending every day in repetition just trying to get by to being fast forwarded with drama overdrive. Yesterday morning, I never would have been able to imagine things turning out as they have now. I'm in the bed of a prince, and he wants to marry me and have children together.
The thought makes me smile. It should terrify me, but I find myself wanting all of it to be true. Fynn is wonderful. I've never felt more wanted or cared for than I do when I'm with him. I only hope that I can live up to his expectations as a wife and a mother...if that will truly be our fate. I know that there's a long road of opposition ahead. The royal family is not going to accept me. I'll likely have to eat a lot of dirt to keep this all together. But I feel like it's worth it if what I've seen of Fynn so far is what I'll have to look forward to in the future.
As if knowing that I'm thinking of him, Fynn groans to life. Instead of stretching, he pulls me tighter, practically crushing me against his chest in an embrace that makes me giggle.
“Good morning, stranger,” I tell him when he opens his eyes.
“Good morning, princess.” He smiles at me.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Like a rock.” He lets go of me to stretch and yawn, but he quickly pulls me against him again as soon as he's done, gently stroking my shoulder with the back of his thumb. “Does it feel weird me calling you princess?” He glances at me.
“I hadn't really thought about it before, to be honest. Though now that you mention it, it does seem like an odd term of endearment coming from a real prince.”
“Well, that's what you'll be once we're married. My princess. A princess,” he informs me.
I marinate on that for a while, stunned into silence. Me, a princess? That seems almost laughable. I know it would just be an honorific out of respect and I'd hold no claim to the royal throne, but still.
