Page 31 of Taken By the Barbarian King

I narrow my eyes and huff in response before turning around to do what she described, getting harder and harder knowing I'm her sole entertainment now.

By the time I finish, I'm leaking like crazy and I await her approval before I dismiss the maid.

The poor thing barely manages to escape before I drop to my knees, spread my wife's legs open, and feast on her wet, throbbing pussy.

"You love torturing me," I groan, flicking my tongue over her clit.

She holds on to the arms of the chair and pants so loud her moans echo across the room.

"I take great pleasure," she manages to stutter as I tease her nub with my lips, sucking and releasing, denying her her orgasm, as punishment.

"Do you now?" I ask and pull back altogether to stare up at her.

Her belly is so big and round it makes a knot form in my throat knowing our baby is growing inside her, that she's creating life, that our shared joy has a heartbeat.

"You're a monster," she gasps, bucking her hips to bring herself closer to my lips again.

Instead, I kiss her crotch before I trail kisses all across her belly. I braid my hair into a single plait and penetrate her with it.

She moans and brings a hand to my head as if directing me back to her pussy but I've already moved on to her breasts. Her breasts are big and gorgeous, and her nipples are hard as rock. She shivers when I touch them with my tongue.

"I thought...you...were torturing me."

I raise my eyes to meet hers and smirk.

"What can I say? I find it hard to resist you, my gorgeous queen."

She bites her lip and nods as my hair curls up inside her hitting that sensitive spot inside her. It makes her jaw drop, her eyes flutter, and her whole body shudders and she comes so hard I feel it reverberating through me.

"Oh my God, Thundar. Are you getting better at this or is everything so much more sensitive in my condition?"

I kiss up her breasts to her collarbone, her neck until I reach her lips and it's my turn to shrug.

"I guess we have many more years to find out. Unless..." I stop and stare at her.

"Unless?"

"Unless I put more babies inside you and keep you in this beautiful state for ages."

I expect a smile, or a smirk even. Not an eye roll.

"Uhm...excuse you, husband. I'm not a breeding machine."

I push a few strands of hair off her face and smile.

"I know. I was joking."

Lottie raises an eyebrow.

"Were you? Really?"

"Well...maybe not all the time. Maybe a couple more times after our firstborn," I say and cup her belly with both hands and hair.

Lottie huffs and slowly a smile creeps up her face.

"Two more doesn't sound that bad."

"I love you, my beautiful Earthling. Have I told you that today?"

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