by Andersen,Kai
Her hand slipped between their bodies and cupped his cock. “I want to see this.”
A short burst of laughter escaped his lips. “When did you become so bold, sweet Serena?” He murmured. “Must be from associating with me.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I love it.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “You can seduce me anytime.” In one swift graceful movement, he got off the bed and disrobed, shucking his trousers and inner wear in one go. His cock bobbed free, hard and erect.
In the flickering candlelight, Serena stared at his member, mesmerized, as she saw it clearly for the first time. (Well, more clearly than the last time, certainly.) It looked alive and gloriously happy to be free. So this was what was rubbing against her pussy this afternoon. This was what the maids were talking about when they called it shaft or sword. She could certainly see why it would be called such; it looked long and hard enough. Heat suffused her face. “It’s huge.”
“Scared?”
The teasing note in his voice emboldened her. “No.”
He chuckled. “You’re lying again.”
Damn, how did he know? Now, she was starting to swear like him.
He sat on the bed and claimed her lips. “Don’t worry, love. Not tonight. You’re too new at this.”
She didn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. Her whole attention was captured elsewhere. She broke away from the kiss and stared at his cock. It fascinated her.
“What are you waiting for? It’s all yours.”
Gripped in a sensual haze, Serena hardly heard him. She reached out one small hand, fear and excitement riding her. Her hand closed around him.
It throbbed.
An answering throb echoed between her legs.
Serena held his cock in her hand, marveling at its hardness and thickness. It was hot to her touch and felt like satin. And so so so hard. It pulsed with life. She shivered as she recalled how such a thing could bring her so much pleasure.
Hearing Frederick’s voice as if in a dream, Serena followed his instructions, rubbing her hand slowly along its length, squeezing slightly at different places. She marveled at the silken velvety texture of his cock, something she didn’t expect when she had felt its bumps and ridges earlier.
When her hand reached the mushroom head, she brushed her fingertips against it, caressing with feather-light touches. Frederick’s heartfelt groans assured her that she was doing it right.
She leaned down, wanting to see it closer. It looked delicious. His cock bobbed enthusiastically against her mouth, touching her lips. She didn’t need Frederick’s shortened breath to tell her what he wanted her to do, what she wanted to do.
Lust filled her. She wanted to caress and lick the whole length, to find out if it felt the same at the tip as at the base. She wanted to take it all into her mouth, to stuff her mouth full of him. She was that greedy for it.
Holding his bobbing cock with one hand, Serena’s tongue reached out to lick the purple head delicately, swirling her tongue over and over the tip of his cock, tracing every fold and ridge, savoring every taste of forbidden delight.
Frederick cried out hoarsely, his hand digging through her thick hair. His hands held her head firmly in position, silently urging her to continue.
Serena loved the rough warm texture. She loved the salty taste of the pre-cum that had slipped out. She loved the way his whole body arched and pressed into her when she had licked the underside of his cock.
“Take more into your mouth, Serena.” His hands pressed against her head insistently. “More.”
Unable to resist his plea, Serena opened her mouth and took him in, inch by exquisite inch.
He sighed, satisfaction evident in the languid way his hands burrowed into her hair. “This is the stuff of dreams.”
Her hand, which was cupping one of his buttocks, pinched the fleshy part.
“Ow!” He jumped, the movement causing his cock to push deeper into her mouth, almost gagging her.
Serena choked him out in a hurry.
“What’s that for?” His tone was annoyed.
“Reminding you that it’s not a dream.”
“Honey, you’re in the dream with me.” He drew her up so that she was kneeling between his open legs. He cupped one hand at the back of her head and angled her for a passionate kiss. She threw herself into the kiss, wanting to make up for destroying the mood.
“No need to be jealous.”
She drew back, outraged. “Jealous! I am not --”
“Of my cock, I mean.”
What was he saying?
“What I have is yours. And right now, it’s waiting --”
“I changed my mind.” She grasped his cock and squeezed. He gasped. “You’re right, I’m jealous. Jealous of all the other women who have known the pleasure of this cock. But from now on, there’ll only be me, you hear? I don’t share what’s mine. And this” -- another squeeze -- “is mine.”
Serena didn’t recognize the hard tone of her voice nor did she understand the possessive anger that flared up inside her. She only knew one thing: Frederick was hers and she was not letting go.
A choked sound drew her eyes.
“Honey, stop squeezing so hard.” His fingers dug into her shoulders, biting deep.
Serena shook her head, her hold on him slackening. What had happened to her? It wasn’t like her at all. Momentary insanity perhaps?
“You’re going to kill me.” He gasped for breath as he fell back onto the bed, his head landing squarely in the center of the pillow.
“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” She bent and took him into her mouth again. This time, when he gasped, it was from pleasure.
“Hot ... Love your mouth ... That’s it ... More, honey, give me more ...”
Attuned to his needs, Serena pursed her lips tightly as her mouth sank down on him, feeling every bump and ridge on the sides of her lips. He shuddered, his hands going backward to clutch at the headboard. His moan affected her in a deep, soul-shattering way, and she moaned too, feeling his pleasure ripple over her entire body.
She did that for a few times, going down and lifting up, her mouth pursed to form a tight opening for his cock. When she tired, she began to suck in earnest. A sweet buzz filled her as her pussy became wet. Her tongue flicked and swirled against his cock as she sucked. Her mouth felt so full. Suddenly, he bucked and started to thrust into her mouth gently. “I’m going to come ... Serena ...”
She didn’t understand and continued to suck. She was startled as the first jet hit her. Reflexively, she swallowed. He continued to shoot his load into her, groaning as he did. She swallowed as fast as she could, although some ran down the side of her mouth and onto her breasts. Finally, his cock lay quiet in her mouth, not so hard and thick as before.
She could hear him gasping for breath. Stunned, she took his cock out of her mouth and flopped down beside him. She welcomed the feel of hard arms going around her as she croaked, “Fascinating.”
Frederick laughed, wheezing. Moving on top of her, he kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips for a more intimate mating. She felt his hardening cock against her belly and couldn’t believe it, though she also felt a most feminine thrill go through her. She aroused him again? So soon?
Following the path of his seed, his lips trailed down her chin and landed softly on her left breast. His tongue flicked out to clean her up, teasing the pointed nub of her nipple. She gave a mewling moan as he continued to tease her. She buried her hands in his hair, feeling the soft strands tickle her arm. One of his hands reached up then to cup her right breast and tweak the nipple into arousal.
“Frederick ...”
“You deserve a reward,” his tongue swiped the turgid nipple, “and more.”
He switched places and sucked strongly on her right nipple this time, while his fingers played with the other.
“I love it when you do that.” Her last few words ended in a moan, and she arched her body in
to his mouth.
He moved slowly, his lips trailing a definite path downward. He placed light kisses on her ribs, licked her navel and ate his way down ... down ...
Serena knew what he was leading to, especially when he widened the part of her legs, yet when he suddenly buried his whole face in her mound, she gasped, startled. His nose tickled her folds and his hot breath blew on her pussy. She moaned, bucking and arching, pressing her pussy closer to his face. “Frederick ... do something ... do something!”
“Your wish is my command.”
Lifting her buttocks, he touched his tongue to the fat lips of her labia and pushed in, stroking the wet folds with hard sensual thrusts of his tongue, licking at the wetness that seeped from her core. She arched, wanting more, wanting him to fill the emptiness that yawned wide within her. His tongue traced each fold lovingly and thoroughly, rasped lightly over her clitoris. She keened and bucked a little, moving restlessly underneath his mouth.
He turned his head and kissed her right inner thigh, nibbling his way downward to her knee.
Serena didn’t know why he suddenly stopped. She’d been lost, so lost that nothing mattered, except what she was feeling. If his fingers were skillful, his rough wet tongue was even more so, eliciting sharper and more intense sensations within her. She burned hot and bright, the flames licking higher within her. She burned, and she ached. It wasn’t enough. “Frederick, more. More!”
Her nimble fingers helped him, parting the folds of her labia so that he would gain more access. He bent his head again toward that place of pleasure, his rough tongue marauding and teasing each fold.
His tongue thrust out to catch every drop of the juices that were flooding out of her body, licking and sipping. He thrust into her opening, shallowly at first, and then deeply, thrusting slow and then fast, giving her another foretaste of what it would have been like with his cock.
She thrashed and bucked, going a little insane from the intense hunger and yearning. He wasn’t close enough. She arched and pressed higher against his face, her thighs quivering beside his head. He curled his tongue around her clitoris and sucked. She tried to hold back the scream that was threatening to break forth and the intense contractions that wanted to hold her in their inexorable grip. “I want to ... Will anyone hear ...?” She gasped, even as she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
He released her clitoris long enough to say, “Go ahead. The walls are thick.”
As he resumed his attentions, the sensations going through her were too much. She screamed. He continued sucking as she bucked and convulsed above him, her fingers digging into the bed and her mouth emitting low keening sounds.
“Stop, stop.” The sensations went beyond and threatened to drive her into a faint.
He stopped and caressed her thighs soothingly. Now, as her body calmed down, he lapped at her clitoris gently.
Serena shuddered in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm, her breath heaving harshly in the silent room. Frederick continued to caress her with his tongue, lapping and licking, soothing. He made one long swipe, from her opening to her clitoris. She shuddered again.
She was shocked at her wanton behavior, at how she had pressed her pussy into Frederick’s face, at her shrill cries and demands. She didn’t deny the pleasure that Frederick had given her, but she wasn’t sure if she had been able to bring him as much pleasure.
He leaned his forehead against her. “You’re everything I’ve dreamed of in a woman,” his eyes melted back to the dark blue that was stormy desire, “and I’m still aching for you. I want to bury my cock in you, like this ...”
He rose and straddled her, pushing her breasts together. Before she guessed what he was doing, he had plunged his cock into the tight tunnel of her cleavage. His head thrown back, he closed his eyes and gave a sigh of pleasure as he thrust, the bumps and ridges of his cock creating friction against the softness of her breasts.
Serena went wild with longing. Her pussy became wetter and her belly ached, tightening with tension and want and hunger. She saw his cock pushing in and then withdrawing from between her breasts, and she wanted it in her. Lifting her head a little, she licked at the head of his cock whenever it came near her mouth, managing a few swirls before he withdrew it again.
“That’s so good, Serena. This is how I would move in you, sweetheart. I can thrust slowly, like this ...” He slowed his thrusts and pushed in as far as he could, his balls coming up against the under slopes of her breasts, allowing her enough time to lick and suck on the head of his cock. A few drops of pre-cum slid out and disappeared into her mouth. “... and we’d have a leisurely ride.
“Or I can do it fast, like this.” His pace increased, his breath growing more labored as he half lifted from her body to facilitate his pumping motion.
Serena could now hardly taste his cock before it had withdrawn, yet for all the activity that was happening between her breasts, it was the place between her thighs that ached and yearned to be filled. She writhed restlessly on the bed, her movements becoming more frantic as Frederick’s thumbs flicked against her nipples relentlessly. She bucked violently on the bed, almost throwing him off as he came, spurting his seed on her face and throat.
Tumbling off her, he inserted two fingers into her hot depths, imitating his earlier frantic thrusts. She welcomed him, her walls clinging and her tight channel opening to make way for his invading fingers. She groaned as his fingers withdrew and pushed in. Over and over. Her hips rose to meet him.
His mouth fastened onto her nipple as he continued the rhythm with his fingers. Serena gasped at the double assault, the fire rampaging out of control. The pressure in her belly tightened and then relaxed as waves of pleasure washed over her, her muscles contracting urgently around his fingers.
Frederick withdrew his fingers and traced them around her lips. Opening her eyes, she looked at him as she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers dry, tasting her own juices.
“Sweet ...” Frederick’s eyes darkened as he whispered.
“Yes.”
Chapter Thirteen
Frederick couldn’t sleep. He had left Serena’s bedchamber after another exploration of bodies that had culminated in another orgasm for the two of them. Upon reaching his own small sitting room, he paced the floor until it was time for the sun to be high up in the sky. Only, there was no sun but a dark gray overcast that still brought rain. The wind seemed to howl with lesser force however, and the thunder hadn’t been heard all night.
He had fallen in love.
Frederick would have liked it better if such a realization was accompanied by booming thunder since it was storming and all that, but it was not to be. It was a quiet recognition that had crept up on him in the stillness of the night.
He was fully aware that he desired Serena. Ever since he’d met her, he had thought of nothing else but the myriad ways in which he was going to possess her, the different places where he was going to make love to her. Their mutual attraction was so strong it sizzled in the air whenever they were together. Anybody would have been blind not to see it. He knew for a fact that even self-centered Giselda had known how he felt.
But it was more than that.
Perhaps he had the gods to thank for leading Serena to the lodge, and more so for her enforced stay. In the past few days, he had grown to admire her knowledge and wit, her cunning and strong sense of self-preservation, her honesty and outspokenness, her compassion and even her kindness toward Giselda, who had been anything but kind to her. She was also full of courage; what young woman would sneak away from her father’s house to brave a strange world in order to escape a marriage she didn’t want? And to arrange it so that there would be a happy solution all around, albeit temporary. Once again, Frederick laughed at her ingenuity.
The thought of growing old with her excited him. He was sure he would never be bored with her, sure that she would continue to excite him ten, twenty, fifty years from now.
He wanted to marry her. Hadn’t his father, the ki
ng, been after him to marry for some time now? The only problem was, Serena didn’t want to marry him. He frowned, remembering her vehement response.
He paced some more, trying to recall their exact conversation. She’d said “no” because ...
He paced back and forth across the room. He stopped as enlightenment filled him. His face cleared.
She thought that he only desired her body, which was what he was obsessed with at first. He hadn’t yet realized that though he was attracted to her outer covering, it was her inner characteristics that had maintained his interest all this while. And when her outer beauty faded with the passage of time, it would be her inner beauty that ensured he would never regret the choice he made.
Once he explained how blinded he had been and declared his true feelings for her, she would surely accept him. Wouldn’t she?
Yes, of course she would. He was offering her everything she said she wanted: a man who loved her and who wanted to make a family with her. And he was sure -- very sure that she felt the same way toward him, at least in the physical sense.
The thought of a green-eyed, gold-haired little girl running around in the castle made him smile -- a foolish besotted smile, he was certain.
Buoyed with excitement, he sat down at his writing desk to write a letter to his father, informing him of his impending marriage to a lovely girl. He was sure his father would be overjoyed as well.
He’d send a messenger on his fastest horse to the palace as soon as the storm blew over. Then he and Serena would journey after him at a more sedate pace, ready to receive his father and king’s blessings on the union once they arrived.
“This is a surprise. Hard at work so early in the day?”
His stepmother had entered without his knowing. He must not have closed the door properly after coming in from Serena’s bedroom. Frederick stood up and bowed. “Good morning, Stepmother.”
The queen looked at him critically. “There’s something different about you today.” Her eyes drifted down to the desk. “Writing to your father?”
“Yes.”
“What news is there so urgent that you couldn’t wait until you see him?” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “Surely, this infernal rain will be gone soon.”