**ASH**
It is three hours past midnight when I return to my room to watch the lovely Daphne sleep. She tosses and turns, occasionally reaching out toward my side of the bed as if in search of me.
I smile to myself because she remains naked. Walking over to her slowly, I undress myself completely. Standing beside her I reach out and take a lock of her hair in my hand.
I am leaving today. Paying a visit to my homelands to get to the bottom of this madness, but...
...I want to have her first.
Peeling back the covers, my eyes play over her curves dressed in firelight. Her porcelain skin calls to me and I am extremely aroused. Reaching down to climb into the bed, she wakes.
“Ash,” she smiles, and her soft hands find my chest causing me to shudder in response. “You’re back.”
“I am,” I coo softly, taking her knees in both of my hands. Then, as my eyes climb her body, I spread her legs to kneel between them.
She gasps, her back arching off the bed as her eyes fall heavy with lust. “What happened in the village?”
I ignore her question and glide my hands over the bountiful flesh of her thighs to meet at the middle where her core is fairly dripping with honey.
“You are sober, and you still want me,” I say in a hiss.
She swallows, then nods softly, though I wasn’t seeking confirmation.
“Then you shall have me,” I say simply. I’m not leaving here until I’ve made her mine at least once.
Sliding one finger into her heat, I watch her eyes. The green emeralds sparkle with want. Her tightness closes around me in a death grip and I groan. She is magical.
“Ash,” she moans, then covers her mouth as if she is guilty of a crime beyond pleasure.
Her voice sounds like heaven calling to the darkness inside of me. With each pump of my hand, I am more lost. I reach out and grab one breast as my movements quicken at her core. It tightens around my finger, and I add another to her suffocating heat. She nearly leaps from the bed as the beginnings of her orgasm hit.
With no more time to waste, I remove my fingers to slide nine inches deep. Breaking through her hymen and causing her to clutch my back in pain.
An explosion of starlight crowns my vision as she chokes me within. Her breathing is heavy as I begin to pound into her.
“Ash.” Her moan is a mingle of pleasure and pain and I suck her lips into my mouth to keep her cries secret.
“I cannot slow down my love,” I hiss, and the use of that famous word seems to send her reeling over the edge. “You are heaven,” I groan, pumping into her with fiery abandon.
Her hardened nipples against my chest along with the cushion of her heavy bosom, remind me that what beats for me, is that of a human heart. However, the fact does not seem to bother me for once and at that moment, when I am deep in her womb, I am truly home.
I come forcefully and completely inside of her as she trembles. Her eyes are alive with liquid heat, and her body is slack in my arms.
For a second, there appears to be a quivering glow around us, and I shake myself, to right my eyes. Grinding her sex while I remain inside of her, I attempt to catch my breath. My dick is already growing hard again.
“Goddess,” I plea, sliding one hand over her from her ass to her throat.
I have made her mine tonight and when my eyes fall upon the bruise that still remains around her left breast, I am struck stupid by the amount of anger that consumes me. Hayden’s greedy face flashes behind my eyes and my body tenses.
I have yet to make him pay for that.
That little beating I gave him this morning was not adequate enough.
It dawns on me that my plan has just stepped into gear. Yet, the thought does not please me. I told myself that I did this so that she might learn to please the royals. Not so that I might claim her as my own. Yet, the thought disturbs me immensely. I realize right then that I do not want to share her. At least, not yet.
“What’s wrong?” She asks in a sleepy voice. Her body is moving in rhythm with mine, and I think we are far from done.
“There are things you do not know about me,” I admit, pulling out of her glorious center and rolling onto my back. “Things that you most certainly would fear if you knew.”
She sits up and her breasts sway seductively. I can’t help myself; I reach out and fondle them as she crawls toward my side on the bed. The freckles on her nose appear more dazzling now and I gasp as her skin takes on an almost iridescent glow.
Her lips are plump and red, her whimsical gaze falling toward my lap. She licks her lips and I squirm.
“Don’t,” I say softly, as she kisses my tip, causing me to buck my hips toward her mouth. “Another kiss like that and you will surely kill me.”
She giggles and I find myself smiling like an idiot.
“I never knew such pleasure existed,” she whispers, tracing her fingers up my shaft.
Neither did I, sweet dove.
I tremble and clamp her wrists in my hands, pulling her across my chest. My face turns serious, and she loses her smile. “I will be leaving today.”
She attempts to jerk upright, but I keep her locked against my body.
“Y-you’re leaving?” She stammers. “W-why?”
I grimace. “I have business elsewhere.”
Tears fill her eyes as she questions me, “Will you return?”
I nod and she releases a steady breath.
“When?” She begins to crumble, and I flip her over, entering her again. “Ahh,” she cries out, forgetting her tears to claw at my back. “Ash, oh-oh-I-”
“Shh,” I soothe her, sliding in and out of her with a slow rhythm. “You are mine now,” I say softly. Reaching down, I take her mouth in between my teeth and swallow her moans.
As I fuck her, I groan and hiss, the pleasure of her driving me insane. “You are not to please the king,” I tell her while increasing my speed. “Should you lay with him I will punish you. Do you understand me, Daphne?” I bite my lip, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she moans out, her legs splitting farther apart as I drive harder. Her back arches up off the mattress in harmony with the slam of the bed as it pounds into the wall. Then, as I force myself even deeper, she comes all over my shaft. “God!” She screams, and I lose my control.
Pumping into her wantonly, each stroke sloppier than the last, I say, “I own you.” I bite her earlobe as she trembles against my body, and I spill my seed deep inside her core.
Playing with her hair while she recovers, I realize, I just commanded her against the king.
And I meant every word.