Chapter 13 A war
He finally brought his tongue out, flipping it around my vagina before going deep inside.
"Urrghh!" The sound escaped me before I could stop it. He looked up at me for a split second, then went even harder. The feeling was intense, a mixture of hot friction and sweet relief. My hands moved on their own, finding his head and pushing him deeper against my pussy as he sucked. "Hmmmm," I moaned, my head hitting the door.
Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back and dropped me to the floor, though I felt so weak I could barely stand. He stood there, tall and imposing, and began to strip off his own garment.
"If you want me to stop, you can say it and I won't continue," he said, his eyes scanning my flushed face. "But if you want me to continue, say it. Say it, mate."
He stood there bare-chested, his muscles rippling. I didn't want to look like the girl who finally spoke just because she was being fucked. I wanted to stay silent out of pride. But the way I felt... I didn't want him to stop. I felt like if he didn't continue, my chest would burst. I had never felt this way before, but now I wanted him more than anything. I held myself back for a moment, the silence stretching.
"Since you are not saying anything, I will leave you to have a rest," he said, turning toward the door.
Panic flared in my chest. I lunged forward, hugging him from behind for the first time.
"Please... don't stop, King Deacon," I said. My voice sounded strange to my own ears—calm, melodic, and soft. It felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders. "Turn around and mark me. Claim me. And I promise to stay."
The King froze. He turned around slowly, shock written all over his handsome face. "I told you I was going to make you speak," he whispered. "Now, I command you... say that again. But this time, be audacious."
"I want you, Alpha," I said, my voice gaining strength. "Please do not go. Please spend the night with me and make me your Queen."
He didn't say another word. He scooped me up and blurred across the room, laying me down on the furs of the bed. I felt a surge of strength I didn't know I had and rolled him over, climbing on top of him. My fingers fumbled with the hooks and buttons of his shirt, tearing at his clothes until he was bare down to his trousers. I bent down to kiss him, but he immediately flipped us back over, pinning my wrists above my head.
"Do not touch me," he growled. "I am only allowed to touch you. And if you must touch me, it must be on my command."
His hands went to my corset. Instead of untying the laces, he slid his fingers through the fabric, slicing through every rope and yanking it off me forcefully. He paused for a moment, staring at me. I could see the spit dripping from the King's mouth as he looked at my breasts. He reached out, his grip forceful as he began pressing and kneading my boobs.
"Urrrg, easy... please," I begged.
He ignored my plea, tracing my nipples with his hands before putting his hot mouth on them.
"Hurrrrgh!" I moaned, holding onto his head before remembering his rule and letting go. He sucked my boobs like a starving man, his hunger raw and terrifying.
His hand went to the front of his trousers then. My heart hammered. Was it finally happening? Was I finally going to see it? He gripped his erected cock and began to undo the rope of his trousers while his other hand stayed busy rubbing my pussy.
"You are dripping like a fountain, Luna," he said, dipping one of his hands into my pussy.
"Hurrrrgh!" I screamed as he added a third finger, stretching me.
"Beg me to fuck you," he commanded.
I didn't answer at first, the pleasure too overwhelming. But as he dug deeper, I couldn't hold it back. "Fuccckkkk! Please, King Deacon... let me see your hardness. Give me the command to suck you!"
He ignored my request, pulling his cock free from his trousers. My jaw dropped. The dick was massive, veined and pulsing. He rubbed it up and down, the pre-come forming at the top, before placing the head against the top of my wet, dripping pussy. He rubbed my pussy with his cock, back and forth.
"Ohhhhh... arrrrrghhhh," I moaned, my hips bucking. "Please go in. Please, Alpha... please fuck me now and stop punishing me."
"This is the kind of punishment I give," he commented darkly. "You can ask the others."
He kept running his hardness on my pussy, making me even wetter. He let out a slow, heavy moan, positioning his cock properly before finally pushing into my pussy. It was so hard at first, the size of him filling me to my absolute limit. "Hhhhhhhgghh!" I moaned loudly as he bottomed out.
He started to stroke slowly, before he began pounding faster and harder. "Ohhhhhhh... ghaaaaad, please," I begged.
He reached forward, grabbing my big breast and placing his mouth on it as he fucked me. He didn't want to hear anything from me; he just wanted to hit harder. Just as he hit his stride, a knock came at the door—not once, but several times.
He didn't stop. He leaned into my ear, his voice a ragged whisper. "I never knew you tasted this sweet. If I knew earlier, I would have fucked you much earlier."
"Huhhh??" I gasped, does that earlier means the day he saw me??, just then a noise came in from outside
"King deacon, I am so sorry for disturbing your night, but a war is going on right outside your palace"