Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The king moved his head away from her belly in a quick jerk. His eyes widened, his worry momentarily forgotten. “He can do that?”
She nodded, a small smile playing on her face. “Never a head-butt. Just kicks. Sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker.” Her cheeks were shaded in a happy glow. “He’s active.”
“Why do you think he head-butted me now?” he asked curiously.
“Well..” She rubbed her belly caressingly. “Maybe he’s trying to remind you that he’s in there. Maybe he’s trying to remind you not to hurt him.”
“Oh.” King Lucien stared transfixed at her belly, watching the rounded globe intensely. Then he leaned forward and kissed it reassuringly. “I will never hurt you, son.”
Danika’s heart raced; butterflies spread inside her at that gentle, loving gesture coming from a man like him. She could never get used to him being that way, no matter how many times he was.
“A strong one, my son.” She heard the pride in his voice.
“Just like his father.” Her whisper was automatic.
Pain flashed in his eyes before he closed them tight as if he wanted to shut himself out to that world that belonged to him alone. Then he opened them as he rose to his feet and straightened to his full height in front of her. She craned her neck up to look up at him. His hands palmed her neck, and he lowered his head and began kissing her.
“I need you, Danika.” The words were spoken into her mouth….
“I need you, Danika,” he spoke into her mouth, his hands on her neck, holding her to him as his mouth ravished hers.
With a sigh of surrender, Danika melted into his arms. He urged her backwards, until her back met the hard wall behind her. He kissed her like his whole world depended on it. And maybe it did.
Her hands went around him, and she began touching him everywhere she could get her hands on. She caressed his whole back while he sucked on her tongue. Their eyes closed, and in the silence of the night, the two lovers clung to each other. King Lucien began undressing her from her loose corset gown down to her underthings until she stood before him in nothing but skin. With a soft groan, his mouth let go of hers and he trailed kisses down her neck. Danika’s head threw back with a moan, giving him better access which he made the most of, kissing and licking the sensitive skin of her neck. She shivered.
His mouth lingered on her collar, nibbling on the skin near the black leather until she moaned and drew closer to him, her swollen belly pressing against his lower body. His lips continued the slow descent until his mouth came across the white, creamy, plump breasts that had changed well because of her present condition. She was plumper there, her nipples darker and more pronounced. They pointed straight at him, begging for his lips.
“You are beautiful,” he confessed. “Have I ever told you that?”
She blushed deeply, ducking her head at the unfamiliar vocal compliment. “No. Thank you so much.” It was at the tip of her tongue to return the compliment badly, but she didn’t, not wanting to ruin the mood-or for him to think she was lying. He thought himself so heavily scarred and un-handsome.
The king’s eyes went back to her creamy breasts. That part of her anatomy always enticed him greatly, his phallus lengthening and hardening in his nightclothes. Pulling back, his eyes landed on her flushed face. Grayish-brown eyes filled with desire met his own. His hands went to the dark, puckered areolas and pulled slightly. She moaned in her throat, her back arching to give him better access to her sensitive nipples, which he played with, tugging, pulling, and rubbing them until she was so sensitive she jerked with each tug of his fingers.
“Your body is so sensitive, even before you got pregnant,” he said, his eyes still on her. And his hands too. “Do you remember that night? The first night I touched your breasts?”
She nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded. “How can I ever forget!?” She jerked as he tugged on her. Memories of that night made her go all liquid between her shaky legs.
He drew his head closer until it almost rested on the wall beside hers and whispered. “I got shot by an arrow and was sick. You were straddling me. I took your breasts into my mouth and fed from you. You came…right all over me…without any other stimulation.”
She whimpered and buried her head on his shoulder, embarrassed. Her senses were so tuned to his voice and his fingers as they mastered her areolas with touches they synced her body expertly.
“I want to feel it again now. Feel you come…from my mouth on your bosom.” His head lowered towards her left breast, which he caught with his tongue and drew into his mouth.
She mewled as he sucked in steady tugs, and all the while, his fingers were busy with her other breast. He twerked and pulled at it. He rubbed his fingers around it, rolling and tugging.
It didn’t take long before she was panting and clutching at him, her eyes squeezed tight. Danika wasn’t sure her legs could hold her any longer, so she leaned all her weight into him, and he took it.
His hand left her breast and snaked around her waist to hold her to him while he fed from her in long tugs she felt in her womanhood. He kept on relentlessly, showing the same attention to both breasts.
“Aaaaah! Lu…ci…een!” With a keening cry, she came hard in his arms. Her head thrown back, her body trembling softly, she got his shoulders with both hands and pushed at him when she began feeling hypersensitive. That was when he allowed himself to let go of her sensitive breasts. He pulled back and continued kissing wherever he could get his mouth on while he allowed her to regain control of herself again.
She was like an addiction in his blood. For over a year, he had not been able to get enough of her. King Lucien wondered if he ever could. For a man like him, it was not a good idea to want a woman so much that he could barely control himself whenever he was with her. And yet, with Danika, he wanted her with a disturbing intensity.
She regained her footing, and he pulled back, urging her with his hands until she hunched down before him.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” he grunted, positioning himself. “Take me deep, Dani-ka…” he finished with a groan as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him deeply until he hit the back of her throat.
His girth caused her mouth to widen and her eyes to burn, but it didn’t stop her from taking him deep until he hit the back of her throat. Eager to give him the same pleasure he gave her,she closed her burning eyes and swallowed. His eyes rolled into his head, his thigh twitching. Hands shot out, gripping the back of her head, and she bobbed her head up and down on him repeatedly, moaning his pleasure.
Danika relaxed her jaws so they wouldn’t ache much and allowed him to take her mouth the way he wanted. In and out, in and out-he went…so mindless with pleasure.
He felt his release coming and pulled out from her mouth. “No. Not on your mouth; not tonight. I want to come inside you.”
His hand urged her up, and he led them to the chair he had sat on several minutes ago, looking so dejected. Lowering himself on it, he turned her until her back was facing him. Then he made her straddle him, her thighs open, his legs between hers. His phallus was long and hard, so ready for her. Strong callused hands gently on her waist, and he lowered her on him. Her body came down on him slowly, her wet sheath enveloping his dick.
They moaned together as she took him deep inside of her.
She stopped suddenly, hanging right there without sitting on him completely.
“Danika,” he let out a tortured groan, his eyes closed as he tried to force himself not to move inside her.
“I c-can’t take you further. It’s going to h-hurt badly,” she whispered pleadingly, her legs shaky.
“Gods.” His breaths were shallow as he tried to hold on to the last control he had.
Pulling out, he urged her to stand. He walked them to the bookshelf beside them. “Hands on the shelf.”
She followed the guttural command, and her fingers gripped the shelf, holding on to it. She bent over, giving him her back. He hovered behind her like a powerful avenging god, widening her legs the way he wanted them and positioning himself. He drove into her in one move. They cried out together. Danika squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure washed over her. His body leanedcloser until it covered hers, his breathing harsh, breath hot in her ears.
“Are you okay?” Gently spoken, his voice belied the urgency running in his blood. His hand slid to her hair which fell all over in front of her, and he pushed it all to her left shoulder, leaving the right part of her face bare.
She was full, and it was almost uncomfortable. But the feel of him was incredible. “Y-yes. I’m okay,” she whispered with a nod, grateful that he’d asked.
It was all he wanted to hear. He kissed her bare neck as he pulled back and drove into her again. She let out a throaty moan, her head swiveling to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes. His mouth met hers. The kiss was hot and feverish, his dick thrusting into her in quick, steady pumps. The library was filled with their breathing and her soft cries to each stroke that made her eyes see stars. He wasn’t as gentle as he’s always been, but he wasn’t as rough either. His hand left her hips to twerk her nipples, playing with them with each stroke of his body.
She tore her lips from his, a whimper escaping her throat. Heads thrown back, she matched his rhythm. He changed the angle of his thrusts and hit her in that spot inside her that made stars wink in her eyes.
“Ooooh.” Her hands clutched the shelf tight, her body shivering as the pleasant feeling coursed through her body.
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