Page 70 of Vendetta

I crawl onto the bed. His hands caress me and I rock my hips against the already impressive bulge in his pants.

“You are insatiable aren’t you?” He says.

I nod. “For you.”

His mouth finds mine just as his hands unhook my bra and my breasts fall so perfectly for him to bury his face in.

I moan as he begins to knead them. The way he worships my body is something else.

My hands slip back, I pull his cock free and start rubbing him.

“That’s it Eleri.” He groans. “Get me good and ready for you.”

I grin. He’s always ready for me. Just as I’m always ready for him. I pull his boxers off, slide my panties off too and I straddle him as he watches me intensely.

As I hold his eye contact I slide myself on top of him and we both moan in unison.

“Your cunt is a gift from the gods.” He murmurs. “The very gates of Elysium.”

Yeah it is.

I roll my hips, putting one hand on his chest and start riding him. He grabs my ass, letting me take control for once and as I fuck him we stare at each other like two souls lost and found. I gyrate against him, letting him slide out before pushing down so that he bottoms out with a thump that makes us both groan.

“Fuck that’s good.” He mutters.

“It’s all yours Nico. All of me.” I gasp. “Every inch of me belongs to you.”

He grins, grabbing my breasts, holding them as they bounce up and down.

“So fucking perfect.” He says.

“Cum with me.” I gasp. I’m close now, so close.

He nods. Grabbing my hips, thrusting in time, and together we scream out our release.

I fall on top of him, feeling as his cum pools inside me.

“I love you Nico Morelli.” I say. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” He replies, sweeping my hair back, staring at my face and I don’t flinch, I don’t hide I let him look. My soon to be husband and perhaps one day, the father of my children.

THE END

Ishiver in the freezing cold darkness. Around me I can hear the whimpers and cries of all the other women. The others they have caught. There are almost twenty of us in total. All caged, all captive.

I’d tried escaping. We all had. As soon as the castle had fallen and the King was dead we’d fled but they caught us anyway.

Caught us and threw us in these cells like we were animals.

I take a long deep, rattling breath trying to control my emotions, trying to ease the panic inside myself.

King Rufus had kept me here, in this castle, safe, protected for so long and now he is dead. And there is no safety for me, no protection. Nothing but their prying eyes as the men started to stalk through staring at us all, inspecting us.

We were going to be auctioned. The spoils of war they called it. And these men were here to get a good look before we were hauled out onto the stage and the bidding begins.

Beside me Princess Amera cries. I can see her silent tears falling down her cheeks despite the furious, defiant look on her face.

I shut my eyes and turn away, curling up and making myself so small I hope no one will notice me but they do anyway. They kneel down, leering in, making comments as if to goad me into some sort of reaction.

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