Page 48 of The Princess's Chosen

I screeched as his palm cracked against my cheek, but I didn't have a chance to be outraged as he leaned in, grinding against my ass, his cock wiggling between my cheeks.

"That was for not following orders. Grab the edge of the table. Good girl," he purred as I squeezed my hands around the edge of the table. "This is for how well you suck cock."

He didn't hesitate, pressing the head of his cock to my weeping cunt and then driving in. I shouted wordlessly, bouncing back into him, spreading my heels on the floor until I could feel his sac brush against my clit. Aric's moan was ragged and soft, his hips nudging gently against my ass as if he was testing his own depth inside of me. He seemed exactly right in the moment, full but easy, gliding smoothly out as he retreated.

Aric slammed back in and we both cried out, his balls slapping against my clit.

"Aric, yes!" I cried. I heard the huff of his laugh, and it made me grin. He liked the idea of everyone downstairs hearing me cry out his name, of knowing what he was doing to me, their old king and their new king joined in a debaucherous union.

He fucked me roughly, his body slapping into mine, the legs of the table squeaking in time to my cries, my own hips following the steady rhythm, rising up to meet him, my cheek falling to the top of the table as I moaned.

Crack!I gasped, a silent scream in my chest as heat burned on my left ass cheek with another smack of his hand.

"That was for barging into a sword fight on my behalf and taking that horrible bet," Aric growled, his hands pinching around my hips.

The warmth of the slap bled into my cunt and I moaned his name, head rolling back and forth over some old piece of spell work on a page.

Aric moved one hand to push on my spine as the other raised me to my toes, changing his angle inside me, taking him deeper and making him grunt with every thrust.

"Aric, yes! Yes, please! Please, Aric!"

He laughed again without stopping, his balls drumming against my clit with every thrust.

"Wicked girl," he breathed. "Darling. If he had hurt you—"

"Hush," I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, wobbling on my toes, hands sliding over papers as my blood began to rush and pound in my veins.

Crack!

"Ahhhric!"

Thump, thump, squeak, went the table legs.

"That's for making me half hard while I was bleeding, just at the sight of you with my blade in your hand," Aric groaned, his rhythm starting to stutter.

"Aric! Aric, I'm going to—"

"Don't you dare come!"

Except Aric's voice, gravelly and breathless and gasping from the force of our fucking, was too much of a catalyst for my pleasure, his notes a kind of caress on my sex. I came with a bright scream, unnecessarily noisy and breaking into giggles as magic pounded through me and then out on a whine, making the building shudder and groan, and a great guffaw rise from downstairs.

I sobbed as Aric pulled out of me at the peak of my climax, making me clasp and gush around nothing, my legs trembling.

He yanked me up from the table, papers fluttering away, and tossed me into his arms before carrying me toward the bed.

"If you'd wanted to make me last longer, you shouldn't have been so good," I said, glaring at him.

Aric grinned and snorted, a boyish expression on his face, before tossing me unceremoniously into the center of the bed. I bounced with anoof,and he followed on his hands and knees.

"Hands in the pillows, and if you disobey me again I'll fuck my hand instead of you," he growled.

My hands shot into the pillows and I nestled back, bending my knees and spreading myself wide for his viewing. The bed smelled of him, dense and sweet and smoky, and I wanted to close my eyes and sink into the comfort of the sensation, but the view of Aric before me was too good to ignore. He rose up to his knees, cock jutting up proudly, slightly curved and shining with my arousal. His eyes drank me in hungrily, and my sex clenched at the promise in his stare.

"You look…"

"Like your wicked brat?" I asked, and Aric grinned, his hands sliding up the insides of my thighs, gentling over the reddened marks from my race here.

"I was going to say divine, like some sexual deity waiting to be given physical devotion."

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