The command was so unexpected; it made her jerk. She got up and started pulling
off her clothes. What was going on in his head? Did he want to take sexual pleasures
from her body? But he was unwell. Just sitting up on the bed had been a struggle.
How did he expect to…
A blush crept to her cheeks and worked its way down her neck. She stood naked in
front of him, her clothes discarded on the floor. She took a peek at him, but there was
still no reaction from him. Only the hardening of his organ that tented the bedcover
showed he wasn’t as unaffected as his facial expressions wanted her to believe.
“Turn around.”
She turned and gave him her back while standing several feet away from him.
The silence was deafening and so unsettling; it made her fidget. He hadn’t said
anything about her reward-request and that also made her nervous, too. Was he angry
at her for making such a request? With the king, you’d never know. What did he want
from her?
“Your back healed right.” His deep voice rose suddenly, interrupting the stillness
of the night.
“Master?” She didn’t expect that.
“Your back. From being whipped. It healed right; there is no scar.” He spoke in the
same impersonal voice she was used to.
“Y-yes, Master. Thank you so much. It is all because of you. The orders you gave
Madam Baski to treat-”
“I didn’t do you any favors,” he stated. He always said that whenever he did her a
favor.
She lowered her head in submission and gratitude. The first thing she realised
about the king was that he was a man of few words. He barely spoke, and if left to
him, he wouldn’t say anything to anybody.
And so, when silence stretched out between them, Danika did her best to stop the
nervousness in her mind-to stop herself from picking on her fingers.
She still had her back to him, and at the lengthiest of the silence, she swiveled her
head to him. He had a huge frown on his face and seemed in thought. It almost looked
like he was battling with himself.
He stretched out his hand towards her. “Come here, Danika.”
She swallowed tightly. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, but she
stretched out her hand to meet the strong confinement of his.
He pulled her closer and glared at her. “This is just for tonight,” he stated matter-
of-factly.
She nodded her head.
And then his expression dissolved. Without words, his hand directed her until she
rose above him and straddled his middle.
At his lengthened phallus behind her, she started understanding what he wanted
from her, and her cheeks turned redder.
He wanted to draw sexual pleasure from her body. In this position?
But he didn’t pull her down to his straining manhood immediately. Instead, he
pulled her forward until her upper body came closer to his. Her breasts were only a
few millimeters away from his face. Then he pushed forward, placed his mouth onto
her nipple, and suckled on it.
.
.
When the king placed his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Danika jerked at
the tug of his lips on her body. He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan,
and bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man had ever done this to her before; his
mouth on her made her skin burn.
He let go of that nipple and found the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard,
and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue. His mouth was wet, like silk, and he
was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple. She tried to keep her
response in check, but what he was doing to her drew moans from her lips and made
her arch further to his mouth.
She didn’t know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes
closed, her hand in the soft curls of his hair as he suckled her hungrily. She
whimpered; her eyes slid tightly closed. At each tug of his mouth, she felt it in her
womanhood until she felt her own wetness dripping on his body, coating the bed
clothes where she straddled him. Embarrassment made her cheeks flush, but she
couldn’t control her response to what he was doing to her. It felt too good. The
pleasure made her body a quivering mess above him.
What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled back and stared at her dazed eyes.
Her trembling body. Her nipples were puckered and red from his relentless ardor. And
King Lucien wanted more. It had been so long since he allowed himself to enjoy a
woman’s soft breasts-way too long.
During his slavery, and after nursing from Baski, all others he did mechanically
and upon command by King Cone. His body had ten good years to train itself to be
repelled by another’s.
Now, five years after his slavery, every touch repelled and disgusted him. Made his
skin uncomfortable. He allowed those close to him to touch him when necessary-
like Baski, Vetta and Chad-but only as a necessity. He endured their touch; he didn’t
enjoy it. 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, it was 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.