Page 39 of Stormbinder King
“Rub that cum in then. I want everyone passing to be able to smell me on you.”
“All right.”
I craned around, grinding the wet, sticky trails of cum deeply into my skin with my trembling hands.
“There’s a little left on my balls. Lick it off and beg for it.”
And even the burn of shame didn’t dissuade me as I turned and ran my tongue around the underside of his balls, collecting the salty-sweet cum in my mouth.
“Please, Jack! Please! I’ll do anything! Please fuck me!”
Heated need poured down my thighs and I yelped with relief when he finally tipped up my hips, and I immediately went face-first into the bed, spreading myself as wide as I could, hoping he wasn’t going to deny my dripping cunt any longer.
“Yes, Jack, god!” I cried out in agony and ecstasy, my nails digging hard into the wooden headboard as he finally slid his cock inside me.
I was so wet and needy that that sounds were loud, squelching, obscene, his hand slapping my ass even more humiliating.
But I was choking for it, my whole body eagerly shoving back to take his whole cock inside me, even though it burned and stung, my body jerky and frenetic until he grabbed my hips and forced them into a slow, rolling motion.
“More!” I begged, my voice raised in a shriek.
“What a naughty girl, to even talk about running away from your mate,” Jack said in a silky voice. “Because you couldn’t, you know. You’d be driven mad without me here to put my cock inside you.”
I bit my lip, shamed to know it was true.
“I don’t want to leave you, Jack.”
“I know you don’t, angel. I wasn’t going to punish you too much. Just a little bit, to encourage you to not make a fuss when I need to fuck other women. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered, lowering my head submissively, my nipples hardening to unbearably tight points.
“That’s my sweet good girl.”
He finally picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of my sensitive walls, and I threw my head back and screamed as hisballs slammed into my thighs, sending me hurtling over the cliff and my orgasm burned through my body, the blessed instant release making me wail in relief.
Jack gripped my hair and thrust again, his hot cum pulsing inside me as he hissed in my ear.
“Just remember, Andromeda,I own you. And I always will.”
Then he pulled my hair up and began again as I writhed in ecstasy under him.
A few hours later it was morning and I awoke to find Jack gone.
My legs and back were still sticky, and I stumbled outside to grab a drink from the spigot that brought fresh stream water up to us.
Opening the door, I almost ran into the King standing on the balcony.
“What are you doing here?” I squeaked out, but he only gave me a flat, venomous glare.
“Nothing stops you from begging for his cock, does it? Not even him fucking other women? No matter what my brother does, you’re always there ready to choke on his goddamn cock.”
My face must have showed my agony and shame.
“He—he said he was going to stop,” I said lamely, although he had said no such thing. I just couldn’t bear the thought of Symeon’s scorn.
“Even you can’t be stupid enough to believe that,” he laughed contemptuously. “He’ll fuck any woman who moves and lie to your face about it. You think he’ll stop when you’re nothing but a little human without any special beauty? You’re a fool.”
The King left without another word and I fell to my knees on the ground, crawling back inside and curling up into a ball.
