I dropped to my knees in front of him and, using my hands to hold it in position, licked his cock from the base of the shaft all the way up to the head. Once there, I circled the tip once the way I knew he loved, then took him into my mouth.

His head fell back with a groan of surrender, and I squirmed happily as I tasted the beads of moisture dribbling across my tongue.

In a month of practicing—on him, on cucumbers, on that special implement he’d sent for me—and A Harlot’s Guide, I was now able to take much more of his cock into my mouth. Still not all of it, because my prince was a very large man…but enough to make him moan.

At the sound, I squeezed my thighs together. I was probably staining the rug with all the honey dripping from my core. I wanted—needed—him so badly, but if he wanted to spend in my mouth or all over my tits—like he’d done before—it would just make me more desperate.

More desperate to feel his cock inside me.

Chapter 8

Rickard

I had to admit, I was impressed by her initiative.

As her hot little mouth closed around my cock, I let my head fall back with a groan. I hadn’t expected to practice The Supplicant Swan again with my wife before we could even fook, but I wasn’t going to turn it down.

This was almost like a wedding gift.

One thing my previous conquests hadn’t truly understood was the role of the submissive in the bedroom. They seemed to think I wanted some kind of fook-slave, and waited around to do whatever I told them.

It’d been like fooking a doll. Unsatisfying.

But Clarissa not only understood, she enjoyed that role. From the moment I saw her eyes glaze over with pleasure here in this very room, on the day I demanded she interview for ‘a position’, I knew things would be good between us.

And right now, with her on her knees sucking my cock because she wanted to be here, wanted to make me happy…

I knew I’d found my perfect mate.

A submissive partner did everything she could to make her lord and master happy, but also had to know her master cared for her and would make her happy.

And part of that was being sure I didn’t spend my seed down her throat as I’d done last week, and the week before that, and the week before that…but not on our wedding night.

Nay, today was the time I finally got to feel that hot little cunny wrapped around my cock, and no matter how good I felt right now, that’s what I’d been looking forward to. That’s what I knew she needed.

And being a responsible master meant looking after her. My new wife.

Without a word, I pulled myself out of that sweet mouth and pulled her to her feet. She looked confused for a moment—or maybe was just missing the taste of my cock?—but she came willingly. She’d worked hard to make me ready and I could feel my balls tightening, ready to spend deep in her womb.

She was my wife—the future Queen of Faencairn—and for the good of the kingdom, I had to breed her.

But for now…

I did something I’d wanted to do for a long time. I placed my palms on her shoulders and ran them down her breasts, her sides, down her hips, and back up again. And when she shivered, so did I.

It felt so damn good to be able to touch her like this, touch all of her. And as much as I liked how her legs looked in those garters and stockings, I need to see her naked.

Feel her naked.

I untied her garters and kneeled to roll her stockings down her legs. She placed her hand on my head to steady herself as I helped her kick off her shoes and the silky material.

When I looked up, her pussy was right at eye-level, and I grinned.

I loved that she knew not to wear bloomers on an occasion such as this.

With two fingers, I traced the line of curls which pointed toward her core, and chuckled when she moaned. I brushed those fingers down, down, to the very heat of her.

She moaned again, shifting her legs open so I could see where the dew of her desire had painted the inside of her thighs with her need. I smiled again as I leaned closer so I could breathe cool air across her hot cunny. My cock throbbed, wanting to be inside her.