ELORA
I felt my sex throb in anticipation at his words. I could tell the red on my cheeks had darkened on their own accord. My toes twisted and curled, my stance was no longer firm. Nothing about me was ever firm around him.
Since I’d seen him stalk towards me and declare me as his in front of everyone, my desire for him had burned so hotly that I couldn’t help but throw myself at him. It was unlike me, but something about him pushed me to do things I swore I would not.
I had had enough of burying my craving for this man who shattered my senses. Yet I was afraid. Unsure of what to expect.
His breath against me was hot and his grip tightened.
My wolf stirred within me, fueling my desire even further. My fangs and claws lengthened as I anticipated the encounter that would be our coupling.
An event I had longed for.
Tonight my body was screaming with sheer desire, fear, and lust, as the adrenaline coursed through my veins.
The anticipation was killing me.
He rubbed his hand down along my spine and grabbed my ass cheek, roughly pulling them apart, so that my wet folds parted with ease.
“Get on your knees.” His command came startling me.
“Sirr…?” I whimpered, stunned by his order.
“Your knees.” He put his hand on my head, grabbed a handful of hair, and began to pull me down in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, the king dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, his cock stood out in front of him, already hard from the anticipation of seeing me naked in front of him…I think.
Slap!
My derriere stung where he had spanked me. I turned sharply towards him, both alarmed and surprised. His aura had changed to that of the predator I’d seen strangling that woman.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He said, calmly, with lust thickened voice.
I sank further down to my knees before him. My eyes were fixed on his beautiful manly length peeking at me from between his legs.
He sat on the edge of his large bed and beckoned me forward.
“Get over here, Elora.”
I crawled over to him, even though my elbows threatened to cave under my weight. He leaned back on his arms and I nearly froze in fright, moving forward to do his bidding.
He reached his hand and pulled on my hair, urging me to move faster. I obeyed.
I pulled out the hot veined rod of his sex and marveled at the glorious sight. He was bigger up close.
The purple-headed tip called to me so much so that I licked my lips in anticipation.
He met my excited gaze with a quirked brow, waiting for me. He had put the ball in my court and it would be up to me to decide how far we’d go.
My hands shook with fear and ecstasy as I raised my hand to hold him. He quite possibly had the most beautiful penis I had ever seen – not that I had seen much of those – thick and long with veins that called for my tongue’s attention.
Slowly I reached down and grasped his cock, squeezing it in my fist, and then began to slowly pump it. His moan came next. The sound proved his masculine desire for me, and it excited me even more.
He grabbed my hair and tilted my face up to look at him. “I own you, Elora. You do this with only me.”
He stuck three fingers in my mouth now, putting it in and out like he was fucking my face. Then he increased it to four fingers. Pushing deep till he reached the back of my tongue and I choked. I coughed and jerked back.
“You’ll do just fine. Now suck.” He ordered, pulling my face to sniff his wet throbbing cock.
I leaned forward to do as he had instructed, his amazing salty taste heightening my desire. I moaned as I took him further into my mouth, my hands wrapping around the base of his shaft.
I struggled to hide my excitement for how long I’d dreamed of this. I bobbed my head around him in alternating fast and slow strokes, keeping up a steady pressure in my mouth and hands I knew drove men wild. I feared my throat would tear open, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
His groaning and hand fisting in my hair told me he was no different. He pushed me further downward, driving into my mouth with force causing me to gag and cough. It wouldn’t be the first time a man was rough while I had his cock in my mouth but this was different.
He yanked my face off by my hair.
“You like that?” He asked, reaching down to kiss me. Then he suddenly smacked me across the face. It was light but it stung.
It seemed to turn me on. I wanted it. I wanted him to fucking make me feel.
He struck again across my face, and the layer of my skin stung. The heat from the places he had hit formed a pool in my stomach.
“Do you like that?” He asked again.
“Yes…yes.” I stammered, shivering, yet drunk with lust.
He smacked me again, across the face. Then he kissed me and bit my lip much harder than before.
“Yes what?” He growled.
“Yes, Sire.”
“Suck.” He said, pulling my face down.
I felt him swell in my mouth, a signal the end of his desire was near, so I reached downward with my other hand and played with his balls. He groaned and fisted my hair harder, pulling me off him.
He pulled me by the hair, lifting me from my crouching position and up to meet his gaze. His lips locked with mine again and he smacked me hard on my ass. Enough for it to hurt and yet be pleasurable.
“Ugh.” I gasped. Waves of adrenaline rippled through me.
He struck my ass cheeks again, causing my whole body to tremble as I grabbed his shoulders and let out a soft cry.
He pushed me back on the bed and I complied, not knowing what would come next. I watched as he gazed at my body, I had been ogled before but never like this. The way he looked at me gave me goosebumps. He wanted me, he wanted to ravish me and I wanted to be ravished.
The king spread my legs and started to lick and kiss his way up to the wet mold of flesh between my legs. He kissed and licked my legs, my inner thighs. His hands slipped across my still damp skin as he tasted my body. My mind went reeling, and my body stopped.
I moaned, my clit felt like it would burst from excitement as his tongue traveled along my thighs and finally reached my sopping wet pussy.
I tried to reach for his head to hold it as he devoured me.
“Don’t.” He said. “Don’t touch me. Keep your hands on the bed. Squirm without touching me, or your own body.” His eyes looked straight into mine as he spoke, then he focused on his business once again.
He pulled up my legs over his shoulders as he started to eat out my pussy. His head buried between my thighs as he flicked his tongue over my clit and sucked the surrounding flesh.
Different sensations flooded me. I wasn’t allowed to touch him or reach for his head, neither was I allowed to touch my body. My body burned, and my nipples begged to be pulled and pinched. I wanted to, and as I reached for one nipple- Rome slapped my hand back down. All the while, his face was still buried between my legs.
“Fuck!”
I grabbed the sheets, squeezing them as I writhed under the ministrations of his tongue.
My hands finally moved to his head, holding him there as he ate me out. He started to my sopping wetness, one digit and then a second while he toyed with my clit.
The sensations were overwhelming.
I pushed my pussy into his mouth, offering myself more to him.
“My King.” I let out. It was unintentional, but I guess that seemed to intensify his desire, as his tongue work quickened.
His tongue lapped at my flesh while he fingered me, faster and faster. I bit my lip as he licked and sucked on my pussy lips and I felt my orgasm rising. Tiny waves of pleasure run through every part of my being. I raised my hips to meet his tongue and fingers. I wanted it. I had been overtaken by something more. Something of an animal. I felt my wolf stir.
“Ugh!!” I heard myself scream, as he played with my pussy. My body was on fire as he licked me, fingered me, sucked, and slurped on my pussy.
“You like that?” He asked, raising his head but still finger-fucking me.
“Ughh…” I moaned, unable to get myself to answer the question.
Suddenly he stopped.