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He groaned deep in his throat and bit down gently on my already sore nipple. I gave a small cry, and it seemed to inflame him further, encouraging the force of his tongue and teeth on my swollen teat.
His fingers pushed inside me, gentler than they had the night before, as he caressed the hot center of my desire.
But I didn’t want gentleness, not after the way his hard touch had made me feel, but this was what I craved.
My knees buckled, and the king released my breast to wrap his arm around me and pull me closer to his chest, supporting my weight as I sagged. His other hand remained busy between my thighs, stroking and teasing and dipping in and out of my soaking pussy, circling and plucking at my clit.
When I thought I could take no more, when my desire was at its peak and I could feel the edge of my release approaching, he stopped the motion of his fingers, and my cries of passion became a whimper of disappointment.
Without warning, he lifted his hand from between my thighs and pinched my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His fingers were slick with my juices, and my breast shone with wetness.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers, increasing the force of his grip by tiny fractions. His eyes were on my face, watching my reaction as I tried to process the sensations that tumbled through my body. The pain was almost too much to bear, but it was the pleasure and lust that followed close behind the pain that made me bite my lip, almost daring him to do more.
Seeing my confusion, pain and pleasure written plainly on my face, the king smiled and pinched harder before releasing and pinching again. I gasped at the change in pressure and cried out again when he flicked ever so gently at the tip of my tortured nipple.
I bit my lip, my eyes fixed on his fingers as they plucked and teased at my painfully hard nipples. If he continued much longer, I would reach my peak without feeling him inside me, and I wanted him inside me. I was hungry for him. I knew that my inner thighs were drenched and quivering. I was desperate for his hot length.
He rubbed his thumb in lazy circles over my nipple, making me gasp once more.
He gripped my breast gently, the hot nub of my tortured nipple pressing against the palm of his hand, and kissed me deeply before lifting me toward the bed.
“I want you like this for me always. Ready for me. Ripe. Wet and willing. Waiting for my command. Do you think about me when we are apart? Do you think about this,” with his long fingers he spread the delicate folds of my pussy and rubbed his thumb over the pink flesh that quivered under his touch, “when you are alone... when your maid is helping you dress, perhaps?”
I shuddered with desire. It was as though he had known my very thoughts.
“Yes, Majesty... I do... I...” My words were cut off by a moan of desire as he spread me wide and gently slid his fingers into my pussy.
I moved my hips, meeting his thrusts eagerly, and watched the look of desire on his face through half-closed eyes. His fingers stretched me, and I could not keep the groans of pleasure from escaping my lips.
All at once, he ceased the motion of his hand, and his fingers were replaced with the thick head of his cock. It pressed eagerly at my entrance, and I couldn’t help myself from reaching for him, begging him with my eyes and my moans of pleasure to fill me up with every inch of his cock.
The king did not wait, and plunged the full length of his member inside me.
I cried out with the shock of it. He was large, and I could feel the stretch of my body as it rushed to accommodate him, and the pain from his rough treatment made me shudder with delight as the king’s thighs slammed against me.
He took me hard and merciless and I was borne away on a tide of lust as I greedily accepted his powerful thrusts and urged him on with my cries, begging him for more, panting and gasping out my words.
The king hooked one of my knees with his hand and dragged it up higher close to his ribs as he changed his angle, driving deeper inside of me, and I cried out as his cock plunged into the deepest depths of my body. He moved faster, and his thumb flicked over my swollen clit, pinching and plucking at it until I was shuddering with the sensation.
The sensual torment was almost unbearable, and I was so close to my release, but I could not find the breath to beg for it yet.
The king pounded his cock into me as his thumb picked up speed, and my whimpers of pleasure and pain increased as he moved his thumb in circles to tease my feminine folds. His animalistic grunts of pleasure and conquest drove me closer to the edge, and I finally found the breath to gasp out my request.
His cock plunged deep. Mercilessly. And I careened toward the climax that was building deep inside me, and I feared it would carry me away. A groan shuddered between my lips as my body shivered with anticipation.
“Take your pleasure, Liana,” he growled, “and I will fill you with my child while your pussy milks my cock for every drop.”
With a cry of relief, I reached down between my thighs to feel his hardness as it stretched and plunged into my secret depths and found the tortured center of my desire.
As my fingers worked furiously at my clit, the tidal wave of my release crested and washed over me, and I tried to muffle the scream of pleasure with my hand as my body shook and pulsated with relief and release.
With a grunt of satisfaction as he felt my body clamping hard around his length, the king allowed his own release to overtake him, and I felt the pulse of his cock as he spilled his seed deep inside me.
He gripped my thighs hard, driving deeply inside me, claiming me as his own.
When his spasms had quieted, he leaned forward over my body and placed a tender, lingering kiss on my swollen lips before he withdrew and left me shuddering on the coverlet.
He washed himself quickly with the now tepid water that was still on the washstand and covered himself once more before dipping a linen cloth in the water and bringing it to the bed.
