by Chris Lange
“You’re wet, wife. Maybe I could help you with that.”
Epilogue
His aroused tone raised the fine hairs on her arms. His firm digit settled over her opening blocked out all other thoughts. The vast guest chamber narrowed down to the four corners of the pallet as he traced his way back between her buttocks, and up along her spine.
She sensed his readiness, even though he stood behind her. Unable to comprehend how his body had the power to recuperate so fast, she just enjoyed the feel of his hands now stroking her shoulders.
He turned her around. She quickly glanced down, and there it was, a growing lump straining against the front of his pants. A pang of desire wrenched her belly as she looked up to meet his amused gaze.
“Do you see something to your liking, my lady?”
“You’re getting hard.”
“I most certainly am. To tell you the truth, my dick is in dire need of your tight, hot pussy.”
Wetness rushed between her thighs. Her pulse sped up to erratic flashes when he gave her a gentle push toward the bed behind her. She landed on her back, excited by his abrupt move, longing for him to pull down his pants.
He stood so tall and mighty before her that she silently thanked the Creators for allowing her to cancel the body swap. In spite of the tremendous adventure she experienced while she was Lord Cameron, she wanted him as a man for the rest of her days and nights.
“I still can’t believe I switched our bodies.”
His stare turned icy. She instinctively closed her legs together when she saw the coldness painted on his features, and the rigidity of his stance. His bare chest gleamed in the candlelight, but his eyes spoke only of severity.
“I am warning you, Ariana. However you feel, don’t you ever turn me into a woman again.”
His harsh tone suggested that the delicate topic irked him, yet he’d been in such good spirits up to then that she hesitated.
Was he really mad at her or horny as a ram, and in the mood for one of his little games?
Much too excited to speculate about his uncertain meaning, she shifted to rest on her elbows, drew her knees up, and spread her thighs open before shooting him a bold look.
“What if I do?”
His stare flew to her bush. His breathing quickened, but the severe expression on his face didn’t change.
“You would suffer the consequences of your actions. In fact, I might well forget that you’re my lady, and I’d be inclined to treat you like a tavern wench available to assuage my cravings.”
How did men treat girls in those places? She had no idea, but his chilly voice heightened her lust. Gaze riveted to his crotch, she glided a hand down to her pussy and parted her folds.
“Please do, my lord.”
He inhaled sharply and narrowed his eyes as she challenged him. “Don’t you take that tone with me, wife.”
Before she realised what was happening, he bent forward to grab her middle. He flipped her over, raised her on all fours, and gripped her waist so tightly that something began to throb in the wet crook of her thighs.
On her palms and knees, breasts hanging down, private parts openly displayed, she felt one of his hands leave her hip. A brief shuffle of clothes ensued before he grabbed her waist.
He wouldn’t dare mount her like a savage bear. Surely, decent men didn’t do that, not even to tavern girls. For the love of the Creators, she wasn’t an animal and...
And she cried out as he rammed his erection into her.
Pleasure raked her body so violently that her insides vibrated in unison with the thick member invading her.
Breathless, pinned to the bed, she shut her eyes when he withdrew. Then he drove himself into her again, the force of his thrust making her gasp, her spine stiffening from enjoyment.
He was mounting her like a beast, and the Mighty Gods forgive her, she wanted more of his powerful cock. Unable to resist the cravings shaking her body, she pushed her butt toward him.
“So you like that, don’t you?”
His haughty, complacent tone hardened her nipples. His sharp order sent her desire flying to the ceiling.
“Answer me.”
She opened her mouth to say yes, but she whimpered instead as he pounded her with three rapid strikes of his dick.
“I can’t hear you, Lady Ariana. Do you want me to keep mounting you like this? Do you enjoy being my bitch?”
Oh, she did. So much so that she believed her heart wouldn’t take the sweltering pressure flooding her belly.
“I do.”
“I’m not quite sure about that.”
He pulled out. The sudden void in her tightened her throat. Down below, the special place inside her folds pulsated like the flame of a candle under a gust of wind. She gasped when he squeezed her waist.
He impaled her. The shock extracted a high-pitched wail from her. His whole length storming her pussy, he groaned before quickly sliding in and out. An inferno raged deep inside her.
Submitting to his relentless, forceful strikes, she clenched her muscles when a blazing sensation careered down to swallow her. He gripped her hips, his hard-on shooting toward her core as he pummelled her, and she suddenly shattered like an ice sculpture.
The world burst apart while pure bliss latched onto her mind and body. She rocked between his strong hands, she cried out his name, she yelled her absolute happiness.
He withdrew after the overwhelming orgasm hit her to give her time to regain her senses. Her ragged, raucous panting filling the chamber, she dug her nails out of the fine linen.
The muscles of her arms hurt a little from too much tension, but all she held dear was the crude thumping of her heart, the thick wetness leaking out of her, and the decreasing throb heating her pussy.
Feeling completely fulfilled, she basked in the strength of his love. The wall wavered before her eyes as she slowly stretched her spine. As soon as she shifted, his voice cracked through the room like a whiplash.
“I’m not done with you yet. Move forward.”
The sharp order jostled her insides. The commanding tone jogged her mind before she could think.
Barely recovered from the orgasm, flesh still swollen from the size and shoves of his erection, she complied nonetheless. Because, all of a sudden, she burned anew.
The bed squeaked under his added weight. Although she didn’t glance back, she knew he’d knelt behind her. He was about to penetrate her again, and she braced herself for the impending onrush.
He stroked her buttocks so tenderly that she sighed in surprise. Hands as gentle as a lace cloth, he followed the lines of her ribs to the swell of her breasts, brushed past her erect nipples, and caressed her strained belly before settling on both sides of her waist.
The unexpected slowness of his movements precipitated her breath. Shivering from sheer lust, she raised her ass toward him, and moaned when she felt his tip against her sodden slit.
He seemed to linger, and she waited for another order that didn’t come. Goose bumps broke out all over her buttocks, beads of perspiration stuck to the thin stretch of skin between her breasts. She wanted him so badly that she could feel his body heat warming the back of her thighs.
He glided his erection into her. The slowness and gentleness of his flowing penetration made her whimper with delight. Once deep inside her, he leaned over her back to place his hands on his each side of hers. His fair hair mingled with hers, his whisper sparked her nerve endings.
“Are you enjoying my dick, flower?”
Dear Gods, but she’d never feel more contented than with his thick shaft buried where it belonged. She breathed hard and closed her eyes as the words tumbled out of her mouth.
“I am. I need your cock inside me, so don’t stop. This is so good, Cameron, please make love to me.”
His chest heaved quickly against her back while he listened to her plea. With an excited groan, he shifted to entangle his fingers with hers. She opened her eyes and watched his tanned skin entwined with the
paler shade of her hands. She closed them again as he began moving in her.
Not much, just short pushes and pulls. Without hurry, but always rubbing the most sensitive part of her. She knew, deep down, that she would soon revel in mind-numbing ecstasy.
She felt his chest right above her back, his face against hers, and his hard-on stiffening every time he slowly pumped her. Despite the loud noise of her moans and little cries of pleasure, she caught the sound of his breathing getting heavier with each of his thrusts.
Then she heard his low, tender murmur against her ear, and an acute spasm contracted her pussy.
“Tell me you love me.”
The steady motion of his rigid member ravished her body. His poignant words enchanted her mind, and she wanted to shout that her love for him would never die. He cut her short as he started babbling like a desperate man imploring the skies.
“Say you love me, flower, because I love you so much that my soul cries. You’re as beautiful as an angel from the ethers, and my cock aches each time I look at you. I fear losing you every damn fucking moment, but I can’t help myself. Say you’ll always be faithful to me. I want to plant my seed deep inside your hot body. I want to give you strong children, and raise them with you. Whatever happens, I need you beside me at my table and in my bed. Please, tell me you will be my wife and my mate forever.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes as he fell silent. He didn’t let her speak the words he asked for because he instantly increased his rhythm, and thunderous pleasure took her breath away.
“I want to make you come, flower.”
She trembled as he brought them both toward rapture. She wailed when the orgasm struck her with the force of a tumultuous torrent in spring to engulf her in an upheaval of staggering pleasure.
A teardrop trickled down from the corner of her eye and marked the linen as his raucous grunts of satisfaction lifted her soul. His gigantic body weighing down on her, she smiled.
In a moment, she’d tell him of her infinite love for him. He’d cradle her in his powerful arms, and she’d be at peace. Ariana the healer had destroyed the Darkening and saved the Four Kingdoms, but this woman somehow felt like a different person. Or a distant memory.
Now, she was the Lady of the Clans.
*The End*
About the Author
Welcome to Chris Lange's fantasy world where she lives most of the time. She loves alpha males, badass bikers, sensitive men, hot vampires, angels, demons, cowboys, cops, ghosts, knights and kings. She's a dreamer and a storyteller. She writes about love, love, love, and sometimes she leaves her characters' bedroom door open.
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