by Phoebe Nix
When her chest heaved and her breathing grew heavier, he slowly drew himself back, cupping her head in his hand and caressing her cheek with his thumb.
“Let’s go back to the Palace,” he mumbled.
Chapter 16
Karlol led Jocelyn down the hallway. She could feel her heart pounding like crazy in her chest as her skin flushed. Tingling goosebumps ran down her spine in anticipation of undressing that beautiful creature and feeling his weight pressing her down and his cock throbbing inside her.
Just the thought of it made her wet.
His hands trembled slightly in her grasp while his wings fluttered as they ran down the hallway. She could tell that he was just as excited as she was. And because neither of them could wait any longer, Karlol scooped her up, her chuckles echoing against the walls as he hovered over to his bedroom. He gently dropped her once they flew inside, closing the door quickly behind him.
Jocelyn glanced down at the Prince’s groin, smiling as she regarded his protruding bulge.
“Somebody’s already excited,” she whispered playfully, moving closer to him until his back hit the door, making a muffled thump.
He grabbed her by the waist and whirled her around, bracing his hands on either side of her head. Her chest heaved as she felt his warm breath caressing her face and neck, and she whimpered impatiently, her eyes locked onto his.
Jocelyn felt his hard-on as he pressed his body against hers, his gaze fixed on her lips while his wings twitched in impatience. He leaned down, Jocelyn pushing herself to her toes as she swathed her arms around his neck. He sucked passionate kisses out of her lips before he worked his way down along her chin, then to her chest.
She threw her head back. “Karlol,” she heaved in a whisper.
The heat welling up in his pants was so intense, it radiated on her crotch. She pulled him closer by his waistband, moving and turning as his hard cock poked her, sending a shiver of arousal zipping through her.
Jocelyn’s heartbeats thrummed in her chest like a galloping horse, her chest moving rapidly and vigorously as her breathing grew heavier and her soft whimpering evolved into frustrated moans – begging Karlol for more.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her up against the door to his eye level, and she playfully chuckled, giving him a few pecks on the lips before working her way down his neck. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, his hard cock grinding at her clit, deliberately teasing her as he undid the straps of her coat and slowly opened it at the top.
The Prince gasped, wetting his lips as he regarded Jocelyn’s perky breasts, soft and perfectly round with rose nipples protruding.
“They’re so hard,” Karlol mumbled softly.
“So are you.”
The Prince smiled, nestling his face between her breasts to nuzzle her nipples with moist lips, then tug, then lightly bite.
Jocelyn cried out his name, her toes curling. She breathlessly said, “Take me to the bed.”
He pulled away from her with a mischievous frown. “Is that an order?”
She shook her head with a faint smile.
Karlol beamed back. “Do you dare disrespect the Vogel Prince?” His voice was gruff and sexy, choked with sensual emotion, before he surprised her with a slap against her buttock.
Throwing her head back, her moan came out as a wheeze; she was shocked and aroused. Her clit was throbbing and she felt her juices streaming down her pussy.
With her legs still around his waist, Karlol tightened his grasp on an ass cheek, while another gave her a light pinch on her nipple. She let out moans and gasps, which were muffled by his lips playing against hers.
He dropped her, undoing the two remaining straps that hid her sheath, letting her coat drop between her ankles.
His nostrils flared as he took a long and hard whiff of her scent, closing his eyes in pleasure. “You smell divine,” he gasped, his eyes following the trail of liquid that ran along her inner thigh, down to her ankle. “You really can’t wait, can you?”
Her skin flushed and she quivered slightly, but she wasn’t nervous – she was itching to see his organ, to feel it thrust inside her.
Karlol turned around, pacing toward the round marble bed. He hoisted himself down, patting his lap, his eyes admiring every inch of her.
With a seductive smile, Jocelyn ambled toward him and kneeled between his legs. She slid her fingers down the waistband before slowly pulling his pants down. She didn’t realize that her face was too close to his crotch until his massive cock sprung out to meet her. A streak of warmth ran from her naval to her pussy, the throbbing of her clit drawing a quiet moan from her.
She swiftly, almost aggressively, pulled his pants down and tossed them across the bed, her eyes widening at the humongous size of him. She wrapped her fingers around his thick girth, surprised that his organ was moist and perfectly lubricated.
“Circumcised?” she asked in surprised.
Karlol grinned, as though he expected her to ask. “We’re born without foreskin,” he said in an impatient groan, his fingers combing her locks back before he gently tugged her hair down her nape, making her heartbeats thud like a jackhammer as she let out a whimper.
Her inner thighs were now completely damp as she planted a kiss on every protruding vein, making her way up to the head. Her tongue played around the ridge and, judging by the way he groaned, it seemed that Vogels had much more sensitive organs than humans. His cock, which was nearly the size of her forearm in length and girth, twitched with every stroke of her tongue.
“How,” he stammered, his groan rumbling through his words, “how did you learn to do that?” His eyes widened as he threw his head back.
Jocelyn let out a soft chuckle. “I guess there’s something you could learn from a human after all.”
She covered her teeth with her lips, sliding him inside her mouth, teasing the ridge before she tried to take in more of his length. She smiled as she heard his groans getting louder, his hips slightly quivering. His pulsating cock throbbed inside her mouth, and she slowly pulled it out.
Karlol leaned forward, gently pulling her up. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you.”
His finger trailed up her inner thigh, stopping at her clit. He gently caressed it with his thumb, sliding his finger inside her. Jocelyn moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The Prince pulled her closer to him, laying down on the bed as she got on all fours on top of him, her breasts rocking with her movements.
“You’re so tight,” he grinned.
The moist tip of his cock poked her belly, traveling its way down to her crotch. His finger slowly slid out of her before he gently laid her down with her face on the pillow.
“It’s better when you can’t anticipate it,” he murmured, climbing on top of her.
Chills ran down her skin as he traced a finger down her spine until he reached her wet sheath, his finger teasing her swollen pussy. Jocelyn arched her back, pushing her ass up for him as she spread her legs. She felt his breath caressing her skin before his tongue took a lick of her.
“You are absolutely beautiful,” he whispered, stroking her wet lips with his tongue.
Karlol planted a peck on her pussy before his warm cock slid up and down between her cheeks, leaving her writhing in frustration. Her juices dripped on the silk sheets as she pushed her ass further up. She was about to turn, wrap her legs around his waist and beg for his cock if she had to, but he pressed her down.
He grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to him. Jocelyn felt his breath on her nape and ears, his lips kissing her shoulders and neck as his cock tested for her tight opening. She reached back to guide it, but he grabbed both of her hands, pinning them down by her head.
Jocelyn heaved a moan as she felt the tip of his cock slowly penetrating between the wet and swollen folds of her pussy, her inner walls pulsating with desire for more. Her heavy breathing grew into whimpers, then peaked into loud, gasping moans when the
tip of his cock reached the deepest point, touching her cervix with just the right pressure.
“Oh my god,” she groaned.
Karlol growled. “You feel so good.”
His thrusts were slow. She spread her legs to accommodate his size, his cock pulling out and sinking deeper inside her. Her teeth clamped down on the pillow sheet and her fingers curled as her eyes rolled back. His hand slipped under her torso, lifting her up and reaching for her clit, patting it gently with every thrust.
When her moans grew into screams, his hand laced her hair in a gentle, but tight grip.
Her body shook with every thrust. His throaty groans joined her screams of pleasure in a sensual harmony.
Karlol suddenly stopped, but Jocelyn couldn’t stop moaning, her skin flushed and her chest heaving. The second he pulled out was tormenting – she needed him inside her, and she needed it now.
He turned her over, leaning down to kiss her as he pushed his cock inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but he grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders.
His pounding grew harder and faster. Jocelyn threw her head back as she felt herself reaching her peak, and from the speed and rhythm of his thrusts, she knew he was approaching his.
She felt a rush of vibrations running through her every vein. She came harder than she’d ever come in her life, her eyes rolling to back of her head. She felt his warm cum gushing through her, oozing out of her slit as he pulled out and flopped himself beside her.
He craned his head to her, and she gazed back into his eyes. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her fiercely.
“I don’t think I’ve ever desired anyone more,” he softly said. “And now I know why.”
Jocelyn was still panting. “I’ve felt the same way since we met.” She turned to her side. “I kept shrugging the thought because of our obvious differences, but it just feels so intense.” She paused, looking down. “So right.”
Her breathing was still heavy, her body trembling from the ecstasy this man had made her feel, as though she could still feel his presence inside her. She wondered if the feeling would ever stop – if he had somehow imprinted his mark on her, and now they were bound for eternity.
His knees wedged between her thighs, and she clasped them tightly, closing her eyes with a smile on her face. She never wanted this moment to end.
“I’ve been trying to fight it, too,” Karlol confessed. “But only because it’s all been happening so fast. I didn’t know whether my emotions were genuine, or if it was just the element of shock that made it so appealing.”
“It can’t be both?” she smiled, reaching up to run her hands in his hair.
“That’s what I’ve begun to think,” he said, guiding her head to his chest. “I think it’s safe to say no one has ever made me feel this way.”
Jocelyn could hear the steady beating of his heart, his body radiating heat.
“I know this might come off as too sudden, but I think I’m falling in love with you,” Karlol whispered.
Jocelyn traced a finger down his chest. “As crazy as it sounds, the feeling’s mutual.”
Chapter 17
Karlol was awoken before he parted his eyelids, his hand feeling around the bed to find Jocelyn’s bare body.
He opened his eyes, his vision still a little blurry as he reached for Jocelyn’s face, caressing the curve of her chin. She whimpered in her sleep, drawing closer to him. Her head was nestled between his shoulder and ear, her warm breath on his chest.
Karlol ran his fingers through her hair, planting a kiss on her head. The soft noises she made when he touched her made his groin tighten, and she slowly moved in his arms whenever she felt his skin against hers.
A shaft of sunlight cast out the darkness, moving along the floor and to Jocelyn’s pillow, where her cheek shimmered like golden dust. Her fiery eyelashes resembled a stitched seam, glowing saffron under the soft light.
He rose from his bed, reaching for the pants Jocelyn had taken off him the other night, slipping into them and closing the leaf curtains before he quietly slipped away.
“Karlol!” Lore called out from the across the hall, trotting toward him. She likely noticed how quickly Karlol shut the door behind him, and realized what he was attempting to hide.
She glanced at the door, her smile straightening. “My Prince,” she said, looking the other way. “I believe your presence is required.”
“That’s an awfully formal way to put it,” he scoffed.
“Well, seeing as I’m merely a guard who works for the Royal family, it would be inappropriate to speak in a manner that would suggest intimacy.”
For fuck’s sake, Lore. Not after I’ve had the best night of my life.
“What is it? What’s the emergency?”
Lore seemed to be taunting him for an argument. Karlol could see she was seething as he ignored her attempts.
She drew in a gasp through her teeth, then authoritatively said, “It’s Fareej. He’s currently speaking to the King about something that may require your intervention. And by may, I mean please talk some sense into him, Karlol.”
Karlol shut his eyes, tilting his head back to slam it against the door behind him. “What does he want, now?”
“Another war,” she swiftly replied.
Karlol’s wings thundered as he flew down the stairs, his guards following, blasting a rippling aura behind them.
The Prince landed on his feet in the hall and stormed through the throne room double doors, his talons vigorously thrumming on the granite floor as he marched toward his father.
“I’ve been called,” Karlol declared. “What is this I’m hearing about waging a war?”
Fareej whirled around with a bellicose glare, irked by the interruption.
“I see your point, Fareej, but I’m uncertain whether an urgent war is necessary. I’m sure we could wait a while longer, see if we’re sent a messenger from the human King.”
“Do you think if the King sends someone, it would be a messenger? It would be a thousand and one men after our heads. Please, Mendius. Consider this well. Are you not angry after what they have done to your son?”
“Were you not the one who sent me there on a mission in the first place?” Karlol joined.
“Calm down, Karlol. Don’t speak to your uncle that way,” his father chastised.
“He didn’t even tell me who I was meeting or what I was there for!” Karlol shouted.
“Because you tend to improvise, Karlol. We talked about this. I understand you’re an asset to our Kingdom, but you can be a little reckless sometimes. Your uncle is only worried about you,” the King said.
Karlol gazed at his uncle, who looked more heartbroken at Karlol’s behavior than angry. Fareej turned away from the Mendius, walking toward the Prince.
“Do you think I would have sent you there if I had expected they would hurt you?” Fareej cried, his voice wavering as though he was trying hard to stop himself from crying.
“N-no,” Karlol answered, letting out a sigh. “Of course not, Uncle. I just don’t think we could use another war. Yes, Lia beat me. And yes, she almost killed me if it weren’t for my guards.” He gestured to the twins standing behind him.
Darneel’s eyes were fixed on the floor, while Lore gaze angrily at Fareej.
“But a war so soon? We’re just recovering from one. If you’re doing this because you think Lia will gather a bunch of her men and march on our city, she’s not going to. And you know how hard it is for them to reach us up here. A war waged on the Vogel city means they have every single Vogel to defeat, children included. They’re not doing that again. That’s why they asked for the treaty,” Karlol explained.
Fareej shook his head, turning back to the king. “Your majesty. If we keep putting this off, they will keep killing more of us. A week ago, they hunted one of us down. A Vogel woman who was with child was killed because she dared descend to the ground.”
Lore puckered her forehead, leaning into Darn
eel’s ear. “I thought it was a Vogel child?”
Darneel shrugged, shaking his head. “That’s what he said last time.”
“How long are we going to hide? Our people cannot do as much as leave their homes. Do you want us all to live in hiding and fear until the day we die?”
The King nodded, glancing at his son. “I almost lost you, Karlol.”
“You almost lost me a bunch of times before. This one isn’t any different. They tried to kill a Vogel when they found one on their land. It’s pretty expected,” Karlol said.
“Are you defending the humans?” Fareej asked with a hand on his chest. “Is it that human who’s feeding you nonsense?”
Mendius raised a hand to silence Fareej. “Do not speak ill of Jocelyn. You know who she might be.”
“The prophecy says nothing of a human,” Fareej protested.
“Enough about her means enough,” the King bellowed. “But I’m afraid you’re right.”
“Father! You can’t be serious. Who will be fighting? Half of our army are not yet trained for combat.” Karlol’s nostrils flared, his gaze traveling to Fareej. “You’ll end up leading no more than a couple of hundred men or less.”
The King shrugged. “A hundred is enough. Humans can’t fly, and one blow from our mighty wings can kill them.”
“Father, that was before they developed their spears and weapons…”
“Enough!” Mendius hollered, slamming his staff on the throne stand, sending rippling echoes throughout the hall. “Fareej. Give me a few days to consider this.”
Fareej shook his head, his lips trembling with worry and anger. “And what of the swarm, my King?” he added. “You know full well that our planet has more than one threat. The swarm now watch us from afar, and when they come back, I expect the humans will support their forces to eliminate us.”
Mendius let out a long sigh, his head propped in the palm of his hand. He lifted his gaze to Fareej. “Alright,” he said. “Ready our troops. It’s time we showed the humans who the dominant species are.”
