Page 52 of Demon's Prey
Kurse spat everywhere as he laughed the deepest belly laugh he’d had in ages. Faith joined in with him, having to wipe tears from her eyes and catch her breath.
Once their laugher had diminished, Kurse guided them to their seats at the front of the room. Everyone was dancing, but all he wanted was to sit in stillness with his love.
“Kurse,” Faith said, touching his arm.
“Yes, my love?” Kurse looked into her deep blue eyes, flames dancing in them intermittently.
“I am going to be the best Queen I can be for you. I promise.”
Kurse kissed her, then lightly bit her lip. She giggled into his mouth.
“Oh Faith, I have no doubt about that.”
28
FAITH
Faith and Kurse had decided that they were going to spend their honeymoon in England. But before they left, they had to return to the earth realm to settle things in her apartment and job. They agreed that she would still be able to go back and forth between realms to find stories to write about, but her home turf would be Kortanth.
They had finished packing up everything but her bed when Faith noticed Kurse’s cock straining through his jeans. She giggled, and he turned to look at her, holding two lamps in each hand.
“What?” He asked.
Faith pointed. Kurse looked down at himself, looking a bit bashful. His dick looked like a log underneath the fabric. Kurse looked up and smiled.
“Sorry, I was thinking about you in the shower. The very thought can make me hard.”
Faith walked over to him and placed her hand over it. It was actually hard, hard as stone, and could probably hurt someone if he slammed it into anyone’s head. She rubbed her hand up and down, and he moaned.
“Oh Faith, what are you doing to me?”
Faith bit her lip. She was feeling naughty. It had been a while since they fucked, and they had the rest of the day to finish up with the apartment. She thought that they needed a break.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She whispered to him, her voice low and sexy.
Kurse’s eyes widened, slowly clueing in to her intention.
“Are you thinking that you want to get fucked by the Iron King?” Kurse asked.
Faith began rubbing at his hardness faster and faster. Kurse moaned and leaned into it, panting and complaining as she stepped away. “Come on now, baby!”
“Patience, my love, patience.” Faith said as she stepped away and into the bathroom. She brought the black dress from their wedding with her. It was tight and held her breasts up perfectly, like two epically large melons on display. She looked at herself in the mirror when she finished getting dressed, then quickly applied blood-red lipstick.
When she returned to the bedroom, Kurse was lying on the bed. He’d removed his jeans, so his erection was standing at attention right in front of her. She gasped at the sight. Veins stood out like worms under his skin.
Kurse stroked himself as he looked at her, eyes beaming all over her body. He opened his mouth and began to drool.
“Holy shit, Faith, you are so unbelievably sexy.”
Faith climbed on top of the bed and stood over him. She clutched at her breasts and squeezed them, pursuing her lips. Kurse began stroking himself faster, the headboard of the bed shaking wildly.
“Get over here, you,” Kurse said as he pulled Faith by her leg onto the bed on top of him. He was wide, so it looked like she was indeed straddling the trunk of an ancient tree. Kurse reached up and started pulling at her breasts to reveal their majestic flesh. Faith moaned as he began moving his fingers around her nipples.
“Oh my King,” she whispered to him. “You know just what to do to me.”
Faith felt like electricity was moving up and down her body, and Kurse was the conductor. She gyrated on top of his penis, making sure she did not give him her full weight. Kurse was panting and getting impatient.
“Baby, I want you inside me,” Faith said, noticing the look of concern as it washed over Kurse’s face. “I think I will be okay. I will tell you if it hurts.”
