Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Except for this woman trembling on top of him.
Her hand buried in his hair and her thighs straddling him wasn’t one he was enduring. Instead, itwas one he was enjoying. “What is it about you?” He groaned as he lowered his head again and took her nipple back into his mouth.
She whimpered throatily as another wave of shudders worked its way down her body. He leaned back on the headboard, taking her with him until she was leaning over him. Her hand braced on either side of his head while he alternated between her two breasts, suckling them one after the other for very long, pleasurable minutes. His wounds forgotten, he fed from her.
She surrounded him. In his mouth. Around him. His phallus was hard and swollen to the point of pain, but he couldn’t take his mouth away from her succulent plumpness.
He was most surprised when, suddenly; she stiffened above him, her body going taut. And then she was sobbing aloud as shudder after shudder went through her body as she released. She was too responsive; he’d never had a woman like her before-not in slavery and not before.
He let go of her nipple with a pop and snaked his hand in between their bodies to the part of her that created a pool on hisbelly. He caressed her there, and she whimpered. She clenched her fists on either side of his head, and her head rolled to one side as her body went lax against him.
Danika was breathing erratically as she tried to catch her breath and regain her body. What surprised her was that he allowed her the time to do that.
“Get up,” he ordered at last, his voice hoarse.
Slowly, she rose above him and opened her eyes to see him. Her cheeks heated badly at the way his eyes watched her.
He didn’t have to give more commands; she knew what to do. And even though it was something she had never done before, she was grateful for her extensive knowledge from reading. And with the experiences he’d given her before, she could get the hang of it.
She wanted to please him. Make him feel the things he made her feel-and more.
When she began pulling the bedsheet from him, he reached for the blindfold on top of the headboard. She stiffened and cried out.
He paused and looked at her.
She shook her head, swallowed tightly, and whispered, “Please”
He glared at her. But behind the glare, she could see the indecision.
“Please, let me see you. I want to see you.” She didn’t know where such courage was coming from, but in that moment, she made her request with her sincerity written all over her face.
She didn’t want the blindfold. The very sight of him was what she wanted.
A moment passed. Then all indecision cleared from his face, and he let go of the blindfold.
Another bit of trust from him. Her heart fluttered, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Danika pulled herself up and looked down at his shaft, swallowing tightly in fear. Suddenly, he was looking more potent than he was in the court when she put her mouth around him.
How could something so big fit into her? She asked herself in panic. She did her best to console herself and remind herself that it wasn’t the first time the king had had her.
You can do this, Danika. You can do this.
That thought firmly in her mind, she held his swollen organ with her hand and lowered herself on him. He groaned his pleasure as she slowly began sheathing him with her body. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and her wetness made it easier, but she could only take him halfway. She whimpered, the feeling bordering on pain, her orgasm a minute before forgotten.
He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she rose again and lowered herself on him again, fitting him into her snug channel. But she couldn’t go all the way again, and he couldn’t control himself. His sexual need for her was too great.
He leaned up, wrapped his arm around her in a caging embrace, and in one forceful thrust, he plunged all the way inside her body. The pleasure was so much, he couldn’t hold the moan that escaped his throat even as she cried out loud in pain. Danika felt unbearably full in this position, it was uncomfortable. She was completely stretched and impaled.
Her hands shook where she gripped his shoulders, and her thighs trembled. He was completely inside of her now, his face buried against her skin, his breathing ragged against her ear. He lifted her by the hips and pushed her relentlessly down to take him. Again and again. She whimpered as butterflies hit her tummy from the sensations of the stroke of his shaft. Slowly, the pain abated with each plunge until it became a dull ache. A tiny moan escaped her throat as he continued the steady slide of her body on his, his moan vibrating her trembling body.
“Danika,” he groaned as he pumped her again.
Her name on his lips caused electricity to spark through her body. “My king!” she cried against him, pleasure building in her body.
If he noticed she referred to him as ‘my king’ instead of ‘Master’, he didn’t let on. He could only groan as he pumped her roughly up and down. With each stroke, he hit the mouth of her womb and she cried out against him. As always with him, pain and pleasure became one.
The king’s wound was forgotten; the pain from his wounds were there but the pleasure of pumping into her snug channel outweighed it tenfold. He continued until raw arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements. She urged him back to the bed and avoided the freshly bandaged arrow wound, but her hand covered his scars on his chest as she moved. It felt so good. This was so good.
She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened, and she found his intense blue gaze on her. She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, just intense heat, pleasure, and desire.
He likes this. He likes it a lot.
It was a heady sensation, knowing she could make him feel like this. That she could give him pleasure. That she could erase the pain of the past from his eyes even for a moment.
Currents of pleasure slid through her, and she suddenly wanted more closeness from him. She wanted his kiss. His mouth on hers. But she also knew the impossibility of that happening. She wished it would happen one day.
So, instead of his lips on hers, she settled for another. She leaned down, moved her hands above his head, pressed her torso up against his face, and held her aching nipple to his mouth in a silent plea.
His breath hissed out, and he placed his mouth hungrily on it and began suckling in hard tugs. She sobbed; her eyes closed. Her body was on fire, but she didn’t have enough leverage to take long strokes in this position. Her body continued to move against his, but more slowly and with shortened strokes. His arms wrapped around her, his tongue and mouth devouring her puckered nub and her plump breast. He slid his hands to her thighs and began swirling them over her skin. One hand clung to her hip with bruising strength as he plunged into her while pushing her down on him. Her cries split the air at the twin sensations of his mouth on her breast and his thick organ powering inside her.
“Oooooh! Aaarh!” she cried in long drawls, her body trembling so badly he heard the vibrations in her cries. She got more liquid inside.
When she couldn’t take the torture of his lips on her nipple any longer, she pulled back from him and rose above him. The fullness of him throbbing between her thighs, his hands bruising her thighs. She made a slight change, getting more comfortable, and taking a long, steady stroke at the same time.
King Lucien slid his hands to her breasts, and he manipulated her aching nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs, and when he did, she was flooded with a heated, liquid sensation that eased his way. While she moaned, he groaned. His eyes slid close, and he looked like he was filled with deep-seated pleasure. The same feeling that threatened to engulf her.
The pain was there each time he hit her cervix, but so was the pleasure. She slid up on him and tightened her grip on his shoulders before coming back down again. He was hard and thick, and Danika felt the fullness all the way to her soul. The king held her so tightly, the sweat from their bodies mingling with the hot steamy air, her body sliding against his, over him, surrounding him as he filled her completely.
He held her with a tight, ruthless possession that in her sane mind might have alarmed her. But it didn’t.
This time around, he pushed her to a sitting position, and his mouth landed on a nipple, his tongue roughly abrading it as his hand played with its twin. She let the pain and pleasure take over her body; she was aroused almost to the tipping point.
As he played with her breasts and suckled intensely, her arousal grew to a fever pitch. She lifted herself off him in long strokes, her internal muscles clamping on him during the exquisitely satisfying slide back down. She slid up and down as great waves of pleasure consumed her. It came to a crescendo, and her body clenched tightly as she came to a climax that sent her soaring to the stratosphere. She screamed from the intensity and stopped moving to get away from it, but as soon as she did, he grabbed her by the hips and started jerking her body up and down on his shaft.
“Oh! Please!” she sobbed as he pumped her. Danika’s mind was slowly clearing from the fog that clouded her brain from her orgasm. He was coming inside of her, groaning with the force of his release, and holding her down on top of him as he pushed all the way in until his blunt head pushed past the mouth of her womb.
She shrieked as she twisted her body to get away from the intense, unbearable feeling she couldn’t describe as pleasure or pain. But he held her still with bruising strength as she felt his hot semen jetting into her core. With a weak cry, she collapsed over him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her erratic breathing mingled with his, the air filled with the sound of it.
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