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She preens.

I wouldn’t know her limits if I don’t test them.

“Open your mouth.”

My little girl complies eagerly.

Chapter Five

Mina

Life is funny in many ways.

I was once a somewhat orphaned girl with little to nothing other than the royal family and Helena, and now I’m told that a king wants to marry a mere peasant girl who no one has heard about.

News hit big in the media, King Leon is known to be a man with no remorse and has little patience for useless sentimental such as family and love. Our wedding would not invite anyone other than the courtesy invitation to the Ennis Kingdom royals, and all preparation would be by the end of the week.

That’s six days from now.

Six days and I would be going from a simple maid to the Queen of Sosis.

Wife of King Leon.

The king that’s been defiling me or the last five hours.

“D-Daddy, it’s too much,” I cry, hips bucking wildly as his lips suck on my swollen clit.

He told me that every time my body reaches that weird feeling, it’s called an orgasm. I’m supposed to feel that way towards him, feel the pleasing tingles in my toes because he said it’s similar to me falling in love with little butterflies fluttering in my tummy.

I didn’t think he would know what love is since everyone said he’s a heartless monster, but he’s been nothing but kind to me. Maybe he’s rough, but that savagery is from battles that secured him the throne.

He’s the king so he has no reason to lie to me, and I have no reason to not believe in him. I never fell in love before and King Leon is older than me, so it makes sense for him to understand concepts that are foreign to me.

“Pay attention, little girl.” Daddy nips on my clit, thick fingers spreading my plush folds as he curls them to that special spot.

“I-I,oh, Daddy,” I moan into the sheets of his extravagant bed.

Like his name, he is a majestic man with power under his muscles as he keeps my thighs pinned to the bed. Each thrust of his thick and long fingers force a moan from my lips, I’m shaking from all these orgasms.

It hurts so good.

My juices soiled his sheets, but I don’t care, I need to feel him do his magic on me so I can feel that heightened pleasure again. I’m such a dirty girl, rocking my hips to his face to suck his fingers deeper into me.

He wiggles them, and I fall into a plane of whiteness behind my eyes.

Fisting the sheets, I scream into them with my croaking voice breaking at each shuddering shiver. Daddy likes to give my little clit a last suck to make sure that I get everything from his hard work, and he expects his efforts to be repaid with gratitude.

“T-thank you, Daddy,” I murmur, shielding my blushing face when he lifts his head from between my legs.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I eat it up with a shy giggle into the sheets.

My sore body hums pleasantly, bones melting in the softest sheets I have ever felt. I’m surrounded by his scent; it’s a blend of something I can’t put a name to, but it’s masculine and deep, and it’s a smell that only a man with his prowess can live up to.

“What did you learn today, little girl?” Daddy climbs on top of me, my nude body flushed with exertion after countless orgasms.

That he swept me off my feet with his demand to return to his kingdom, sunk his control over me as I have no permission to do anything unless he explicitly tells me otherwise.

That I was to call him Daddy in private and his name in public, he won't tolerate any formality between us. I made that mistake of calling him ‘sir’ and ‘your majesty’ on accident at the throne of my pleasure, he punished me by three consecutive denials before he toppled me over the edge.

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