Page 18 of The Time Of Kings

And he gave me it as soon the sound of me screaming out the first of my orgasms echoed through the room. As though getting the first one out of the way was as easy as simply clicking his fingers and commanding for me to come. Because his tongue flicked against my clit for what seemed like barely any time at all before I felt that familiar build take hold of my body.

One that was quick to erupt from me.

“OH God! Yes… yes… I… I… COMING!” I cried out, panting through the onslaught of his continued conquest against my sensitive bundle of nerves. My clit now felt swollen, and twice its original size. Of course, being that this was Draven, I knew this only signified the beginning, as it was a big kink of his to force as many orgasms from me as he thought my body could take.

Not that I was complaining, there were far worse kinks to have when it came to sex. And over our years, Draven and I had tried a lot of them. But the other big one for my husband had been to tie me up, often leaving me wide open and exposed to him. The sight of me fighting against my restraints and begging him to stop when even I knew I could continue, only added to his pleasure.

And as for now, well clearly this Draven was more than ready for the challenge, and he wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to taste me. Jesus, that seemed like a damn understatement of the year! If he had said he wanted to make a meal out of me, then that would have been far more accurate because that was exactly what he was doing!

He didn’t just tease me with his tongue, but he actually fucked me with it. Spreading me as wide as I could go with his fingers opening up my lips to make it easier for him to spear me with it. This before using it to then lap up the mess he was making. So much so, that I soon realised my knees were no longer over his shoulders but actually pinned up against mytorso. As if at some point through my forced pleasure, I had tried to escape by thrashing against him.

“Please… oh God, please… I… I can’t… AHHH!” I screamed once again, and I had lost count by this point.

“I will be the judge of that!” he snarled into my thigh before biting the tender flesh there, making me yelp at the sudden sting. However, unlike my own Draven, and someone who would have broken the skin and drank from me without thinking twice about it, this Draven did not. No doubt because he didn’t want to frighten me with just how deep his carnal thoughts ran and the deviancy of his sexual desires when it came to his Electus.

My pleas for mercy were ignored twice more before he finally believed I’d had enough. This despite knowing had this been back in my own time, I would have not been shown such sexual leniency, nor such restraint on his part.

However, now I was back to being a mortal, it meant that my body was not what it once was and I was back to feeling exhausted. To the point that I was only left to jerk as the aftershocks took hold of my body when he lapped up the evidence of my multiple orgasms. Like his need to savour every last drop my body had made was too much temptation to resist.

He even had to straighten my legs afterwards, bringing them back down gently. This before gathering up my body and lifting me further up the bed so my legs no longer could dangle off the edge.

I didn’t know how long he had been doing this for, but I knew it was long enough that had he been mortal, I would have been concerned for his knees. But like always, he moved with ease and the grace of a jungle cat. Speaking of which, he licked his lips like one in hopes of prolonging the taste of his sexual prey, and holy hell it was hot to watch!

Good Gods, I had no hope.

It was of little wonder why I couldn’t speak yet, and he seemed amused by this fact. Smirking down at me, he stroked back my wild hair from my damp face. Hair that no doubt looked a mess and meant embarking on another mission with the comb in my immediate future. Another sure sign of the begging I had done would be my hoarse voice, and one I knew he would soon hear when he asked me,

“Are you well, my beauty?”

I took a deep breath in before answering him.

“I er… yeah,”I answered, making him chuckle as he leaned down to kiss my lips softly before then whispering over them,

“You were perfect.”

I released a sigh, a loved-up sound to be sure, making him beam down at me. But then I couldn’t help but tease him by asking,

“Tell me, do all your kidnappings end this way?”

He grinned, running his gaze down the length of me before replying.

“Only the tasty ones.”

I laughed at that but before I could reply in kind, keeping our timeless banter going, he suddenly cut through the moment. Doing this by making his next demand of me, and it was one I didn’t know how to hide from him for much longer.

“Now it’s time to…”

“…tell me your name.”

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THE AFTERMATH OF WANTING

At first, I couldn’t help but tense at his request, hoping that he hadn’t noticed, I then quickly tried to cover up my first reaction by chuckling nervously, unable to help myself when teasing,

“And all your lovers, do you usually leave the exchanging of names till the end?”

He grinned down at me before replying smoothly,

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