by Nicole Fox
“Keir?”
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. Tatum moaned in surprise when Keir touched his warm tongue to her swollen nub. He listened to her ragged breath as his tongue gently lapped her. Instinctively, Tatum arched towards his tongue. Her head moved on the pillow. Breathless moans left her mouth when he plunged his fingers back into her. His tongue licked and tasted her hot sweet flesh. His hand gripped her thighs tightly as his mouth moved against her.
Tatum screamed as she pressed quickly against Keir’s mouth. Her legs went limp as pleasure swamped her senses. Keir smiled as he moved to cover her body. He quickly stood up to remove his pants.
“Why did you stop?”
Keir smiled. "My pants.”
Tatum’s eyes widened at the sight of his long, thick penis. She gave him a shy look. “I don’t…”
“We’ll go slowly,” he whispered as he joined her back on the bed. His hands roamed over her thighs as he kissed her gently on the mouth. His chest hair rubbed her sensitive nipples. He placed his length along her hot opening, her wetness coated his length.
“Tatum, I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered against her ear. She opened her thighs wider to allow him to settle into her juncture. Keir stroked her center with his penis. Gently, he placed the tip at her wet entrance. He kissed her cheek as he slowly thrust inside of her, his hand caressing her thighs.
Tatum bit her lip and clutched his back as his penis parted her tight flesh.
“Oh,” she gasped when he penetrated her hymen. Keir thrust deep until their bodies molded together. He brushed tears from her eyes as she struggled to adjust to new sensations of being joined with Keir’s body.
“It will stop.”
“How do you know?”
“Trust me.”
Keir kissed her eyes as she shook from his touch. His hands traced her nipples as Tatum adjusted to his body. Patiently, he waited until her hands loosened on his back, rubbing his muscles, encouraging his movements. Tenderly, he withdrew and thrust again, pausing, waiting for her reaction. Tatum moaned slightly as ecstasy warmed her limbs. Closing his eyes, Keir tunneled deeper into her hot womb, his nerves bursting with need. She feels so good, hot, and wet.
“That’s it, Honey. Move your hips.”
He smiled when she began to writhe rhythmically against his thrusting. Keir brushed a damp tendril from Tatum’s face as her hands squeezed his buttocks as he set a hard rhythm. His thumbs grazed her hard nipples, his teeth grazed her neck. Tatum’s mouth moved down Keir’s face, reaching his lips. She slipped her tongue into his opened mouth; he tunneled into her body. Keir ripped her hips apart as she writhed under him. He moved deeper, rapidly into Tatum’s sheath. Keir struggled to control the urge to move faster. It’s amazing… warm, tight. Tatum’s fingers clutched damp sheets as her mouth opened in a soundless groan. Her toes pressed deeper into their bed as her moans floated around their room.
“Keir,” Tatum moaned. “Oh, Keir.”
“I can’t stop moving, stay with me.”
Don’t stop, Keir. Push harder into me. Tatum’s head moved aimlessly on a pillow. She grasped when his tongue circled her hard nipple. Her hand clamped against his dark head. Sweat beaded on Keir’s brow as he tunneled hard into Tatum’s body. His large hands wrapped her thighs around his waist. He moved urgently against Tatum. He slipped a hand between Tatum’s thighs. His long fingers flicked her swollen nub. Tatum’s cries indicated that she was closer to her ecstasy.
Moaning Tatum shut her eyes, “Something is happening.”
“Let it happen, Tatum,” Keir muttered harshly as he pounded, deeper, harder, and quicker into her body as his control broke. Keir leaned over and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He moved furiously against her as Tatum clenched his member tightly inside her. “That’s it.” Keir knew her pleasure overtook her when her body shuddered and arched under his. He moved deeper inside her wet tunnel.
“Oh!”
He smirked when Tatum’s eyes rolled; her arms dropping from his shoulders. He licked a tiny bead of sweat from her neck. Tatum’s body stilled as she struggled to regain her breath. Keir reached down and dug his fingers into her thighs. He thrust one last time as his shaking body erupted into Tatum’s. He lowered his hot body on Tatum, wrapping his arms around her. He rolled over tucking her into the crook of his arm.
His hands tangled in her damp hair. Tatum laid quietly on his chest. She smiled when she felt his lips against her brow, his hand stroking her damp flesh.
~~~
Moonlight shone over their bare bodies as they rested in a set of twisted silk sheets. Tatum’s hand lay flat against Keir’s chest as she listened to his heartbeat. Dimming candles flickered as Keir stroked his fingers across Tatum’s back. She lay on her stomach as she stared into a star-filled night.
“What are you thinking?”
Thousands of answers flicked in Tatum’s relaxed mind. It was on the tip of her tongue to mention that she never knew that her body could experience such intense pleasure. Or maybe her legs were extremely pliable. She could make lots of noise when she wanted too.
“Yes, you were rather loud.”
Tatum rolled over and swatted Keir’s hands away. “Stop reading my mind.”
“Answer my question.”
Keir would deny his deep respect and affection for his young wife. She makes me smile. She was sassy and sweet like eating a lemon, plenty of pucker in that sour filled with sweetness.
“Ask me anything-I’m an open book.”
“Favorite color.”
“Purple like a dogwood flowers. We matched leafy green leaves”.
“My favorite color is black.”
“Lying to your wife already?”
“In a way.”
” Favorite food?”
“Meat, I like to eat my prey.”
“Fruit and vegetables, I like to eat simply. You don’t enjoy hunting your prey.”
Keir arched his eyebrows, “You wanted me, darling. I didn’t complete any test.”
Tatum’s mouth dropped open at his tiny jab.
“Well, I wasn’t given much choice. Wife or mistress…”
“You wanted me.”
Tatum rolled her eyes in disbelief. “You are the rudest man that I ever met.”
Keir shrugged his shoulder as he scowled. “I’m the Lord of Darkness. Rude is part of the job description. I’m not ducks and bunnies- that’s Silke.”
Tatum leaned her head on her elbow; she pulled a sheet over her bare breasts when Keir licked his lips. “Hold it, Boy. Who was the man with the red hair?’
Keir smiled seductively. “My darling’s sister’s husband.”
Tatum shook her brown hair in denial. “Silke doesn’t have a husband.”
“Did you even listen during our vows?”
“You mean when I sold my body and soul to you?”
Keir smiled triumphantly. “That sounds way better. Of course, you didn’t listen. My father mentioned her marriage.”
“They don’t live together.”
“Nope, tonight is their wedding night just like ours. Well, it was supposed to be their wedding night.”
“Does she love him?”
“Do you love me?”
“Answer my question.”
“Answer mine.”
“Read my mind.”
Keir didn’t know why he wanted her to say that she loved him. It didn’t really matter. She was his wife and he didn’t have any intention of changing their marital status. He could wait to hear her say those words. Keir wrapped a hand around her ankle and pulled her towards him.
“How about another lesson?”
“There’s more?”
“Oodles more.”
~~~
Keir brushed his lips over Tatum’s eyes to awaken her. Her chocolate tresses were spread across his pillow. The bright morning sun illuminated the room as Corinth came to life. Keir took a moment to reflect on the changes in his life. His kingdom flourished under h
is rule. Tatum was finally his lover, and she came to him. He just needs to find the missing Oracle.
Tatum murmured in her sleep. His eyes roamed over Tatum as she slept. He remembered finding small freckles scattered across her back or silkiness of her thighs. Last night was the first time that he was able to savor touching Tatum’s delightful form. He felt guilty over the pain that he caused her last night.
Keir could still feel her small fingers clutching his shoulders as he moved within her last night. Her small moans had filled their chamber as he groaned in pleasure. He could still taste the salt from her tears in his mouth as he licked them away. His fingers gently traced her lips as she slumbered deeply. He leaned over and pressed his lips against her warm throat. He breathed in deeply Tatum’s lavender scent.
“Tatum, wake up,” he whispered against her neck. His strong hand gently shook her awake. He could feel her body tense as she soon began to brush the sleep from her eyes. Her small hands went to clutch the bed sheet as soon as she remembered the previous night’s events.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Where else would I be? I wanted to see you awaken in my bed for the first time. Besides, we can’t leave our chamber for another two days.”
Tatum smiled gently. Her lower body felt achy. She didn’t want Keir to know her level of discomfort. “Keir go see your mother and I’ll get dressed. We can have breakfast later.”
Keir flashed his gorgeous smile. “Are you in pain?” Tatum lowered her eyes and licked her swollen bottom lip in embarrassment. Keir grasped her chin in his strong hand. “It’s okay, Tatum. The pain only happens the first time, but Ambrosia should have taken away your pain. It will get better.”
Keir turned away from Tatum before she could see worry lines forming on his face. He grabbed a silver pitcher and poured a thick pink liquid into a goblet. Turning to his wife, Keir offered Tatum the goblet.
“It’s too sweet.”
“Drink.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Drink.”
“I had some.”
“Drink.”
"Fine,” Tatum stomped to Keir, taking the goblet from her husband's hand. She poured the mixture into her mouth. She gulped down the contents of her goblet.
Frowning, she gave it back to her husband.
“It’s sweeter than last time. Yesterday, it was almost watery.”
“You just have to drink it. I have a surprise for you. I’m your attendant for the remainder of the day.”
Tatum remembered the entire temple rested on the day after their wedding. Keir didn’t have any attendants. She couldn’t leave, but he could. She wondered what he had done while she slept. He pulled her into her arms. Tatum rested her head in the crook of his neck. “I boiled water for your bath. I have herbs too for your discomfort.”
Tatum drew away from Keir. “Where did you get water from? Herbs, you kept women here?” Keir stared at her in bewilderment.
“One, I picked the herbs freshly for you… you might be achy. I don’t bring women here. Two, I can boil water. I brought it from the pump down the corridor. I boiled it myself. I can make a bath. I ordered lavender, soap and bath salts for Silke, but she angered me. So, I kept them. Three, I went to the kitchen to find food. Okay?”
“Okay.” He clutched her small hands to calm her. Her robe dropped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
“Well.”
“Well, what?”
“Just go sit in a chair and let me take a bath.”
“No, my darling, I’m going to bathe you.”
Tatum’s hazelnut eyes grew wide with apprehension. “Keir, do you know how to bathe anyone?”
“I have bathed myself for over twenty years.”
“Keir, we have different parts.”
“Well, it’s a perfect time to learn your parts.”
Keir stood up quickly. He wrapped Tatum in his arms before she could protest. He slowly carried her to center of the room. She laid her head gently against his chest as he walked. His heart thumped rapidly.
A steaming bath sat in the center of the room. The smell of lavender floated around the room. White bubbles skimmed the edge of the tub. Keir placed her feet first into the tub. His hands gathered her curls in his hands as he attempted to place her hair into piles on top of her head. Tatum looked at him in confusion. His face twisted into a scowl.
“Keir, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to make a bun.”
“You need pins.”
“Oh, well, I’ll just wash your hair.”
He placed his hands on her dainty shoulders and pushed her into the warm, scented water. The water splashed onto the floor. “Keir, you- “
He placed a finger on her lips. “Not another word. Enjoy your bath.”
Tatum leaned back against the wooden tub. She gave Keir a small smile as he picked up a small bar of lavender soap. He reached into the tub and pulled one of her small legs out of the tub. He ran the soap along the side of her legs leaving small bubbles. His fingers massaged small circles along her inner thigh. She strained against his fingers. Tatum bit her lip to keep from sighing. She closed her eyes as Keir’s hands slowly dragged his fingers across her flat stomach. His fingers moved towards her small rosy nipples. His fingers slowly traced the soap over her nipples. A small moan escaped Tatum’s lips. Keir smiled in manly pride. Tatum arched her back to offer her breasts to him. He brushed the soap across her small shoulders. He grabbed a small glass bottle and poured a small portion into his hands.
He rubbed his hands in her hair as white foam glistened in her curls. Tatum moaned as Keir gently rubbed her scalp. She pressed a small kiss against his wrist.
“Tatum, how do you feel?”
“I feel boneless.”
“Tatum, I need you to stand up. I have to rinse the bubbles from your glorious hair.” Tatum rose shakily from the water. Her small curvy body was decorated with white bubbles. She gave Keir a soft smile as his arms rose with a pitcher of warm water. The water slowly ran down her body. He fought to control his urges. He didn’t want to scare Tatum with his desires. As the foam washed down her body, Keir spotted a cicada etched on Tatum’s hip bone. His hand traced the small insect. Tatum laughed.
“A cicada?”
“Yes, I chose a cicada. Long story.”
“We have all day.”
Her little arms wrapped around his chest as he lifted her from the tub. He gently rubbed the towel along her body. He memorized every freckle. Sapphire eyes meet chocolate ones.
“Keir, you’re soaking wet.”
“Don’t worry about it, Tatum.”
“I was thinking, maybe you could take your tunic off.”
“I can change later.”
“Well, we could, you know.”
“We could what?”
“We could- “
“We could make love again?”
Tatum dropped her towel to the floor as Keir cradled her body to his broad torso.
Tatum woke up sometime in the afternoon. She could smell soup; a warm chicken and vegetable broth that the cook made especially for King Keir. She rolled over to see Keir holding a bowl of soup.
Tatum sat up and brushed the sleeve of his white sleeping tunic up her arms. “You’re cooking now?”
“I’m not helpless. Besides, Cook always has a pot ready for me. Sometimes, I sneak down to the kitchen.” Keir sat on his bed carefully.
"Tatum, open your mouth." She didn't notice the spoon waiting near her mouth.
"Tatum, your soup is getting cold," Keir admonished.
She slowly opened her mouth and Keir placed the rich broth on her tongue. It trickled into her empty stomach. She was like a small bird dependent on its mother for survival. Occasionally, he fed her small pieces of crunchy bread. His fingers caressed Tatum’s lips as he fed her.
"Keir-"
"Just eat, relax.”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“All of my hungers have been satisfied, for now.”
Tatum’s face felt hot. She knew that he wasn’t just referring to food. She finished her soup. Tatum sipped a goblet of cider. Keir brushed crumbs from her mouth.
He settled on the bed next to her. She seemed so young and relaxed. His dark hair tousled, his blue eyes sparkling. He placed a large hand on her thigh.
Tatum drifted to sleep in her husband’s embrace.
“Is there anything that I can do to please you?”
Keir smiled. “No, Tatum, it’s- “
“I heard ladies speaking about a man’s member- “
“Not ye- “
“I want to pleasure you.”
“You have.”
Keir’s eyes closed tightly as his fingers massaged Tatum’s head. Her tongue laved his hard cock as her fingers gently rubbed his balls. He pressed deeper into her mouth as he grunted in pleasure. Her tongue swirled across his head.
“Just like that,” Keir groaned. He felt his balls tightening. He reached down and pulled Tatum up by her arms.
“Did I do- “
“No, I’m near. I want to spill in you.”
Keir pulled Tatum onto his lap. He wrapped her small legs around his waist as he settled her on his lap. Slowly, he lowered her on his hard cock. Tatum groaned as he stretched her flesh. She rested her head on his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his neck. Keir gripped her thighs and moved her rhythmically against him. Her hard nipples grazed his chest as she writhed. She brushed her lips against his, slipping her tongue in his warm mouth. She panted as he moved, deep, hard, and quicker in her tight body. Her nails dug into his back; her head fell back as she climaxed. Keir uttered a harsh groan. His hand bit into her thighs as he came deep inside her womb. He groaned her name in her ear.
“Keir?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want today to end. It’s nice being with you, alone.”
“It’s not over yet. I have another surprise for you.”
“You’re spoiling me.”
“No, I’m taking care of you.”
“I’m used to being by myself.”
“I know, but you’re with me now.”