Page 262 of The White King's Favorite

“Ha... Ha... A-... Ashen...”

He kept kissing her cheek, or breathing against her temple, their faces so close they could feel each other’s excited breathing. His hands on her butt got a bit more impatient, and Cessilia felt him push farther and farther in, making her tremble and cry as he accelerated. She liked to be dominating, but Ashen’s restlessness was just as pleasant. He was like a hungry beast unleashed, slowly losing control of his desire, getting a bit more brutal and demanding. Cessilia was growing to like this. Trying to ignore how unfamiliar and embarrassing her own voice was, she leaned back, allowing him to get deeper, focusing on the sensations of him ramming into her, the depth he reached, not quite able to catch her breath.

“Cessi... Cessilia...”

Her name with his hoarse voice was an enthralling combo. She wasn’t very experienced in sex yet, but she did want to learn its secrets, to become better at it, to entice her King more and more. She could feel what so many women felt in becoming a man’s mistress... This desire to submit them to this pleasure, and bind them with their bodies. She wanted to become the one to bring him that pleasure, to make him intoxicated with the chemistry only the two of them shared. Cessilia was eager to master all the secrets of sex, the very good sex that made one forget everything else...

Ignoring how her voice seemed to get louder, raspier, and sexier, she began to accelerate her hips with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other.

She could feel the exquisite sensations from their wild love-making, Ashen’s rod feeling bigger, his large hands grabbing her skin and pulling her even more forcefully against him. His bestial groans were exciting her the most. She pushed him down, completely toppling him, her hands fiercely grabbing his shoulders to hold herself up; he wasn’t defeated just yet though. His hip thrusts were getting even wilder under her, making Cessilia cry out louder each time their bodies brutally collided again. She felt it. The faint tickle to let her know her release was coming, that wave building up in her lower stomach that was just waiting for the right moment to let go.

“A-Ashen... Ha... Ashen!”

As if he’d understood, he accelerated too, his groans getting louder, his hips accelerating again for the last sprint. Cessilia lost control before him. She felt her whole body tremble, while Ashen was still thrusting in, sending dangerous waves of pleasure, one after another, throughout all her limbs. Her voice was cut off from the mind-blowing sensation, and for a second, all that remained was Ashen’s final groans, before he got his release too.

It felt like an eternity before Cessilia managed to calm down, her body still tense, hot, and strange. Her breathing was completely out of control, but she suddenly chuckled, unable to control herself. Under her, Ashen suddenly tensed up.

“Oh,” he groaned. “That was one dangerous sensation...”

He sighed, and gently pulled out. Cessilia softly fell on top of him, out of strength, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

“I can fight a dragon,” she muttered. “So why is this so hard and draining...?”

“I’m glad I’m not the dragon,” Ashen chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “...Also, we can always practice our stamina with time.”

“Are you not satisfied?” Cessilia frowned, worried, and propped herself up on her hands to stare at him.

“My Queen, I am so satisfied, I worry we might have our firstborn on the way much sooner than planned. I’m probably the one who needs to practice my patience if our love-making sessions are so great.”

He chuckled, and after a quick kiss, pulled her back to lay on his chest again, gently caressing her back. Cessilia smiled, a bit relieved. Indeed, this was getting much better each time... She closed her eyes, laying down on his chest, letting the sunlight and Ashen’s fingers gently caress her back. It was strange how long her body needed to get out of this numbness after sex, while some sensations lingered in all of her limbs.

“...Are you asleep?” he chuckled.

Cessilia opened her eyes. She hadn’t fallen asleep, but she had been quite close. She pouted, and lifted her head to put her chin on his torso, and stared at Ashen. She caressed his lips with her fingertips, which he kissed playfully, making her smile.

“Not yet,” she sighed, “but I love this place for sure... We should do this often from now on.”

“We will,” he promised. “I don’t think I can get enough of the sight of your skin under the sun.”

Cessilia blushed a bit. She also liked to see the contrast of their skins against one another. Her and her siblings had come in quite a few different skin shades, and she sure hoped it would be the same for her and Ashen’s children. She loved the idea of filling their world with more colors... She blushed a bit, thinking about how she could imagine herself with children already. She wasn’t sure she was fully ready right now, but she would definitely want a few children.

“...You haven’t answered me,” he suddenly muttered.

“What?”

“My proposal,” he said, almost pouting. “I haven’t heard your answer.”

“...Do you really need to hear it?” she smiled.

“Yes,” he said. “I want to engrave this moment in my mind and remind you of the decision you once made, after some passionate love-making with your future husband.”

Cessilia chuckled, and leaned over to kiss his lips, amused.

“Alright... It’s a yes, my King. I will marry you.”

The smile on Ashen’s lips immediately brightened. Cessilia smiled back, and caressed his torso some more with her fingertips.

“...You do know you should probably meet my parents again before that happens, right?” she pointed out.

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