Page 29 of Taken By the Barbarian King

He descends upon me to suck my clit between his lips. His mouth is a furnace compared to the room’s air and my body temperature skyrockets. Heat courses through me, settling into my bones, burning me up.

Then he releases my clit and blows a steady stream of air across it. It’s cold and my clit throbs at the sudden dip in temperature. When the shock fades, he takes me into his mouth again, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub until I’m overheated. Then off again and cold air and blissful torture. On and off. Hot, then cold. He teases me until I’m thrashing on the bed.

“Please, Thundar, please!”

He licks me, then. From the bottom of my pussy, through my folds, dipping inside me for a second before landing on my clit again.

“You are delicious, my Lottie. So sweet. So succulent.” He licks me again, making me squirm.

“Fuck, Thundar, I’m going to come!”

“Yes, my Lottie. Let me drink your nectar.”

His tongue slides into my pussy and I catch my breath as pleasure courses through me. I come, triggered as much by his words as by his tongue plunging in and out of my depths. Wetness gushes from my pussy, covering Thundar’s face. I’m still in the middle of coming when he plunges his engorged cock into me.

“Ahh!” I scream. My core pulsing and convulsing around the thick hardness spearing me through. With every thrust of his cock into me, a new wave of pleasure crashes, and I can’t tell if I’ve orgasmed again or if it’s the same one dragging on and on and on.

“My Lottie, my queen. The most marvelous woman in all the galaxy. I love how you sparkle in the firelight. I will dress you in the finest jewels of Aysgoth and everyone will know you are my beloved.”

I whine softly in response. I’m not used to that kind of attention, that kind of praise. I’ve spent my whole life in service to people who are far more important than me. Thundar’s the only person who has ever showered me with so much pampering, such luxury. He makes me feel so precious, like I’m something to be treasured, something to be cherished.

I reach for him, needing more than the hard fucking we both love. Our lips meet and tongues tangle and I can taste myself all over him. My pussy clenches as we share the lingering taste of my orgasm, swapping it back and forth until we’re both breathless.

“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “My liberator.” And as much as I hate the word, I have to admit that there is a kernel of truth in it. I was happy with my life before, but only because I didn’t know there was another option. When Thundar abducted me from Earth, he showed me how much more there is to the universe, and how much more I could have.

“I love you, my Lottie, with my whole heart.”

His hips slowed during our kiss, but it never stopped. Every thrust brought his cock in contact with my G-spot, keeping me in the throes of a soft, but constant orgasm. But now, he flips us over.

I’m on top, straddling him, but he’s still very much in control. His hands grip me tight around my hips. His hair wraps around my nipples, rubbing the sensitive nubs. His feet are planted on the mattress and he thrusts up into me while pulling me down to meet him.

The low-level hum in my body ramps up, increasing until the pleasure is too much. It’s overwhelming. My limbs tingle. My head spins. I’m weightless, floating on a cloud of pleasure, held up by Thundar’s strength alone.

A lock of hair teases down between my breasts, circles around my belly button, then ventures lower. It slides between my labia and latches onto my clit. It flicks me, rubs me, pinches me, all while Thundar’s cock slams into my sweet spot again and again.

A new orgasm rips through me, bursting from deep inside and tearing through every cell. My ears ring from the force of it. White spots appear in my vision.

Through the haze of my pleasure, I hear Thundar roar. His fingers dig into my hips and molten heat spills into my pussy. I squeeze him tight, milking every last drop of his cum until we’re both utterly spent.

Thundar carefully lowers me onto his chest and I snuggle in close, basking in the afterglow of our combined bliss.

“Arf! Arf!”

I grudgingly lift my head at the sound of a bark. “Is that the dog?” I’d completely forgotten about the thing.

“Hmm, yes, Thing. He has become good friends with Hailmak,” Thundar mumbles without opening his eyes.

The mattress dips as the small weight of the fluffy white creature jumps up. His tail is wagging wildly and his tongue lolls out of his mouth.

“Arf! Arf!”

I set my head down on Thundar’s chest with a pained chuckle. “Congratulations. You got more than just a wife from your liberation. You got a pet dog too.”

Thundar kisses me on the forehead. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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