Page 35 of The Time Of Kings

Her laboured breathing only increased when I took it upon myself to run a single finger along the centre, making her jerk when I reached what I knew was the bud of her cunt. The place that I would ensure she would receive the most amount of pleasure from. That was when I finally gave in to the temptation to reveal the rest of her. When I finally gave in to the lure of tasting her arousal and coating my eager mouth with her honeyed musk. I couldn’t wait to fuck her with my tongue, to delve into the sinful source and drink her down like heavenly ambrosia.

But first, I wanted her to know my thoughts, despite once again feeling as if she had the ability to steal my words… and three times in one day, no less.

“This undergarment… it is… enchanting.”I took a moment to relish in her reaction as her milky pale skin flushed like the roses found in the castle grounds. A tone of blush dusted the apple of her cheeks a pretty and enticing shade pink, and her beautifulgrey-blue eyes easily expressed just how much my words had meant to her.

But it was the alluring scent of her that drew me even closer. So, before she could speak, I dipped my head and ran my nose up the length of her barely covered sex. I found myself marvelling at the heady combination of both the softness of the material and the smell of her arousal. Now, I was ever more eager to taste the nectar that awaited me.

It was of little wonder why a rumbled growl escaped me, and my Demon tried to take hold of our actions and lead the way so as to get there quicker. And well, I had to agree, as my own impatience to taste her was starting to show.

I knew it wasn’t wise to push my own limits any longer. Hence why my movements took me off the bed so as I could position myself better for devouring my meal.

And speaking of meal, I took hold of my new possession and dragged her to the edge, unable to hold myself back in my brutish ways. I was, however, grateful that she seemed too lost in her sexual yearning that she wasn’t frightened by this forceful action. For I didn’t know what I would have done had she tried to pull away from me.

The very last thought I wanted her to have of me was fear. I didn’t want to scare her or have her think of me as someone who would take her body without her consent. But truthfully, I was also aware of the precarious ground upon which I walked.

For if she ran from me now, then I knew that my Demon would not only give chase, but he would take the lead in doing so. And there was only one thing in that moment we both wanted, and that was to drink straight from the source of our recently found Electus. To taste her sweet cunt until she gushed her release and coated the lower part of our vessel’s face, tongue, and throat with what I knew would be her unique flavour.

So, to ensure she would remain open to me, I spread her wide and placed her legs over my shoulders. This before once more teasing myself with the gift that awaited me by, again, running my nose up the centre and grinning to myself when I felt the damp satin between her thighs.

“So soft,”I sighed to myself as I took in her scent once more over the scrap of material still covering her sex. Half of me wanted to tear it off in my haste. But then, knowing of the rarity of such a garment, never once seeing one like it myself before, I therefore took my time in slipping it from her legs. For I did not want to see it ruined. In fact, I was in the mind to have many more made for her as every other undergarment certainly paled in comparison.

I placed them gently off to one side after rising from the floor so as I could remove my jacket, rolling my sleeves up once more, just as I had done with the full intent of bathing her earlier.

Well, that had been one temptation I hadn’t given myself permission to partake in. But as for now, well nothing, least of all my guilt, was going to stand in my way.

Given the manner in which she now squirmed, doing so as she watched me with hooded eyes, I knew everything I needed to. That she, least of all, would be the one to try and stop me. And seeing as she was the only one with the power to do so, I took this as all I needed to continue.

I uncurled my fists at the thought, as if I had been tensed, waiting for any signs of her apprehension, elated when there was none. Which was why I was soon lowering back to my knees, and the significance of such didn’t pass me by without knowing of its importance. For it was the first time this King had found them on the floor in front of another this way. The weight of such knowledge had a profound effect on me and became only another testament to how quickly I was falling for this little thief. One who was quickly stealing my heart.

However, it was not my heart that I was ready to speak of just yet, instead I focussed on the delicious task at hand.

“But now it is time to feel true softness as I taste you for the first time… Now spread your legs for me, my little thief.” I ended this promise of what I was about to do to her with an order. An order I was happy to see her readily obey.

The way in which she resumed the position I had first put her in, by placing her legs willingly over my shoulders, well, I couldn’t help but praise my little goddess.

“Good girl,”I said, prompting the most curious reaction from her. For the moment I made this statement, a sensual moan escaped her lips, telling me how much my words of regard had affected her sexually. Well, if my words held such power, then I was eager for her to witness what else she believed my lips capable of. For I knew that the second I got the first taste of her, that would be it…

I would be lost to her.

And I was right, as all it took was the first swipe of my tongue against her soft folds and I nearly shook from the pleasure gained. I was happy to see that I wasn’t the only one, as another gasp of breath left her, followed by a single word.

“Yes.”A beautifully submissive word that was spoken as her head arched back and she gripped the bedsheets beneath her.

Soon after this admission of her pleasure, we both became lost to the other. I was quickly addicted to not just the taste and scent of her, but also to the sounds of her when chasing her impending orgasm.

The tightening of her thighs and the quivering of her muscles told me that she was close as I continued to tease my tongue against the glistening bud. One now beautifully swollen from my ministrations. But then the moment I started to suck the whole thing into my mouth, I knew she was there with the first of her release and I relished the sound of her screams.

“OH God! Yes… yes… I… I… COMING!” The use of her word ‘coming’ had me grinning into her quivering cunt, for I had not heard it shortened to such before. Only the meaning of when one comes to orgasm. But like I noted before, she indeed had the most colourful language, and I was happy to see that this extended to the bed she was currently writhing on.

She was a Vixen indeed.

A Vixen I would most certainly outmatch, for I could have heard these cries of sexual rapture every day and every night, for hours on end until nothing remained of her voice. Her screams only fuelled my own pleasure, as my cock felt hard, heavy and at the ready to claim her soaking wet sheath. The core of her continued to flow freely with her recent release.

However, I would, for the moment, have to remain satisfied with fucking her with my tongue…andsatisfied I was indeed.But my reason for not yet releasing my cock and thrusting it home within her dripping heat, was that I would not yet make love to my woman until I knew her name.

This despite knowing that I could have easily coaxed it out of her, using restricted pleasure as a way to entice the truth from her. Something I was reluctant to do, for I didn’t yet want to show that side of myself. No, for she would soon come to learn who owned her body in this room, and that it was my right to do with it as I pleased.

It was just fortunate for her that she would no doubt enjoy all I had in mind to do with it. Just like the way I pinned her legs down to the sides of her stomach. This before I lost grip on my control for an instant when spearing her channel with my tongue. In that wild untamed moment, I only half wished I could have replaced my tongue for my cock.

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