“That’s perfect, Talia, you know exactly how to make a man feel good.”
Her eyes shone. “I hope I can make you feel good, Your Majesty, only you.”
His head whirled with delight, sweeping away all concerns about his sovereignty. Talia was blessing him with her Lokian magic, his mission could wait. He closed his eyes in silent ecstasy as he wondered where the next few hours would take him and what kind of man he would wake as tomorrow. His world was transforming, changing…
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Isaac’s eyes closed as he kissed her forehead, and she revelled in the reverence of his caress. She needed her Lokian intuition more than ever before, her ability to sense underlying emotions and motivations behind the actions of others, behind the behaviour of Isaac as he made love to her. The connection of two bodies was a mystical thing, revealing secrets that would otherwise always remain untold. And it was her responsibility to understand those secrets for Isaac’s spirit was not aligned to such magic.
Yet…
She would teach him the Lokian way, bless him with wonders he had never envisaged, give her captor the most precious of gifts – and he would come to understand her people. He would learn there was nothing to fear, only love and magic to embrace.
Isaac lowered his head to her breast, growling as he stroked his tongue over her erect nipple. His sensual caress connected with the throbbing between her legs, intensifying the pleasure, enhancing their intimacy. It was her destiny to couple with King Isaac, but it was happening so fast. The man with his mouth on her breast was her captor! Her head spun as she stared down at him relishing her body, tasting her nipple as if it were the greatest delicacy on earth.
“Your Majesty.”
He raised his head and ran his fingertips over her cheek. As their eyes locked, peace descended upon her soul. There was true magic here. She and Isaac belonged in the spirit realms together. He moved his attentions to her other breast and the onslaught of sensation really began. She hardly knew this man yet he was treating her body with a reverence and desire she had never imagined possible, her captor not abusing her, but worshipping her.
“Your Majesty.”
Her hands fisted in his thick black hair, clinging to it for stability, an anchor to reality. She was drifting, drifting… far away to the spirit realms. This was all so easy, so natural. Isaac groaned, and her head swam, giddy with euphoria. There was no more fear. This man loved a woman’s body, could never be cruel to it. This man would never hurt her.
“That’s right, touch me, Talia.”
She curled her fingers around his manhood, stroking the smooth, sensitive head as his mouth worshipped her nipple. So swollen, so hard, with baby soft skin, so ridiculously tempting… She moaned as wetness gushed between her legs in blatant appreciation of his beauty, yearning for this part of his body designed to slot into hers. She craved their union now.
“That’s right, my perfect little visionary, that’s right.”
His sensitive fingers found her clitoris, discovering this precious hidden part of her so easily. She cried out, overwhelmed by pleasure and vulnerability. Trust. At this moment she had more trust than anyone in the universe. It was all she had.
“You are so wet, so ready for me, Talia.”
His finger circled around the wet, swollen entrance to her body, probing gently, testing her responses. She gasped as it slowly entered her.
“Perfect.”
He ran his mouth down her stomach, wet, hot kisses… kisses. She needed his kiss again, the affirmation of their shared spiritual energy. He ran his warm mouth over her sex, overloading her with pleasure, but she needed the intimacy of his kiss. A kiss was an exchange of breath, two life forces travelling between bodies, joining them together for a sacred moment in time. Maybe Isaac understood that and was avoiding it for that reason. What he was doing was erotic, tender, skilful – intensely pleasurable – but it was just sex. A kiss was true intimacy.
No. She was wrong. This was intimacy. Isaac’s tongue lapping at the proof of her arousal made her feel like the most desirable woman alive, exciting her… and reassuring her. There was sublime beauty to be found in the venerating caress of his sensitive tongue. He knew exactly how to pleasure a woman, make her want him…
“Your Majesty.”
… but this was more than that. Isaac’s spirit was calling hers as surely as her angel hawk called her to fly with him. It was as if Isaac was a master Lokian who could read her mind. He was revering her, worshipping her… loving her. He raised his head and crawled up her body to press his mouth against hers. He could read her mind. Their kiss was long and deep, and when they parted their shared dreams were shining in his eyes, silently asking permission to continue. She nodded softly in reply. This all-powerful king was considering her needs, and it made their union special. This magic was new for both of them.
She pressed her hand against his head and their shared spiritual energy flowed powerfully between them, allowing her to relax and surrender to his touch. She stroked his thick black hair while he sucked hard at her nipples, pouring all his tenderness into the tip of his tongue, making her moan with pleasure. It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled her up into his arms so she was straddling him, his erection digging into her stomach, impatient and aggressive.
“Beautiful little visionary,” he murmured into her ear as her hand crept to his manhood again. It was irresistible, she could not deny herself this pleasure. He groaned as she shifted and bent to brush her lips over the sensitive head.
“Perfect, Talia, that’s perfect.”
She moved her lips down over him, slowly, firmly, sensing his building climax as he throbbed inside her mouth. Talia had power…
“No.” He pulled her head up urgently, his voice rough with desire. “Later, we’ll do that later, I need to fuck you now. I want to come inside you – it’s the way it should be.”
Pain coursed through her heart and reflected in Isaac’s eyes. Isaac saw her pain. He hadn’t meant to be insensitive, hadn’t meant to remind her their union was all about his power, his reign. He was sorry. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand in silent apology.
“Talia.” He fisted his manhood as he had in front of the cage earlier. “This is for you. We should climax together.”
They were sharing dreams again, she saw them in his eyes. Dreams of their future. He pushed her back onto the soft pillows and eased her legs apart.
“Let me…” His voice was so gentle. She murmured nonsensically as he dropped his head between her legs again, brushing his tongue against the silky smooth, painstakingly prepared skin. Prepared for him, for his pleasure… and for hers. His tongue found her clitoris, and she clung desperately to his hair as their future surged between them.
“Relax, sweet Talia, relax.”
Her tiny bud throbbed incessantly under his sensitive tongue, and she shuddered as he moved lower, lapping at the wetness there. Her sex was drenched, lips swollen in readiness for union with her captor. She wanted him – and he must know that now.
Isaac reared above her and stared down into her eyes. His sky blue orbs darkened with lust, but the spectacular something intermingled with his passion, creating a glorious golden light. He pulled her legs as far apart as they would go and a little more besides, the ache in her thighs reminding her she was a truly wanton woman. Isaac was a rampant beast intent on taking his pleasure and she was only too happy to give it to him. His chest hair was rough against her breasts as their torsos melded together, the intimacy overwhelming her.
“Aah!”
She was feral. She was elevated. Her lower and higher selves united as Lokians believed they should always be. Tiny sparkling rainbow lights danced before her eyes and holy stars, wings of angels, lived inside her head. This demon king had taken her to the spirit realms, and it was only the beginning…
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Fucking Talia. It was all he could think of now he knew she was ready for him. He had made sure of th
at. Her hot, swollen, dripping cunt and desire-crazed eyes invited him inside her luscious body. Now was the time to begin his mission to win the battle for his peoples’ hearts and minds, but he would win like a king, play a noble game of tenderness and respect. Talia deserved it. The future of Cornicunia lay in this fuck. It was the beginning of a new life… every man and woman in this palace would be celebrating tonight. Talia was the key to the continued success of his reign and tonight he would begin to understand her terrifying Lokian mind.
If she didn’t kill him first…
He could barely breathe. His heart was pounding violently, crashing against his chest – that was the effect Talia had on him. Talia – not her luscious body but her elevated Lokian soul. Her splendour terrified him – but not his cock. It was unafraid and focused only on its pleasure, throbbing with need as he moved over her, supporting himself on his forearms, keeping the full force of his weight off her fragile body. Her half-closed eyes opened and stared straight into his as he slowly eased his swollen cock inside her. He watched dreams of their future dance in the depths of her turquoise eyes, captivated, mesmerised and bewitched. This was all new and all fucking beautiful. And Talia was so tiny, so tight, so wet…
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty.”
“Shush, my sweet. I won’t hurt you, it’s alright. Trust me, remember?”
“I trust you. This is so good, so good…”
Her eyes rolled as he slid deep inside of her, his cock buried to the hilt, encircled by his little goddess of the sea. Wanwisa. He brushed his lips against hers, and she gasped into his mouth.
“You’re so big, Your Majesty, I feel so full of you. It’s beautiful.”
“Sweet Talia, your words are beautiful.”
Her appreciation of his cock made him extraordinarily happy. Her words were not those of a cowering slave, desperate to please her master. They were the words of a woman who desired her king…
Talia wanted him.
He stared at the desire and tenderness in her eyes and couldn’t think straight anymore. He couldn’t focus on the significance of this act of copulation for their union was not about his sovereignty.
It was about them.
Them.
Talia was writhing underneath him, craving him as much as he craved her. He thrust gently inside of her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on. It would be churlish to refuse her. He pressed his lips against hers and rode her creamy tight wetness, thrusting deep as she gasped incoherently beneath him. He dropped his head to her breasts, licking and sucking at them in turn. This was perfect. His cock was held lovingly within her sweet cunt’s tight embrace, his mouth clamped to her breast. It was the best moment of his life – so far. He had a feeling it was only going to get better… He thrust harder, deeper, as her body relaxed, accepting his intrusion, and Talia instantly responded, her muscles tightening around his ecstatic cock. He caught his breath in surprise and pleasure. Oh, yes, Talia, it is time for us to come.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, Talia, make you mine.”
His lips found hers again, desperate for connection. As their mouths moved together, he became submerged in the splendour of Talia, couldn’t feel his body independently of hers anymore. His mind was no longer a separate consciousness; it was united with the divine movements of Talia’s. His spirit merged with her spirit, became part of her, belonged to her, intertwined for all time…
Fuck!
Talia held all the power here. Her Lokian magic was ruthless, gripping his cock, wringing the life out of it. The juices of her sex flowed over his skin, seeped inside him, became part of him, taking him over. Talia had effortlessly infiltrated the body and soul of her king. He was no longer Isaac – he was something more. He had lost himself inside of her and gained everything.
“Isaac, oh, Isaac.”
“Aah!”
He came loudly, explosively, unfuckingcontrollably, at the sound of his name on her lips. Her sweet cunt contracted hard around him, demanding still more from his euphoric cock. She was wringing the life out of it – Isaac’s life – and filling it with her. Talia was relentless, she would never stop, not until she had consumed him, body and soul.
“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac.”
“Sweet Talia, my perfect Talia. Good God.”
Their eyes locked, and he realised, with a start, that their connection had doubled, trebled, quadrupled. But what did he expect? This was no ordinary fuck – it was the fuck of his life. The beginning of the rest of his life.
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All her pent-up longing was fulfilled by their kiss. Her sex contracted and clamped down, clenching his manhood, determined to never let him go. He moaned incoherently, his breath warm and sweet as honey. Isaac felt this wonder too, the union of their bodies and souls blessing them with the ultimate in pleasure. They had journeyed to the spirit realms together, unencumbered by the mortal world. Peace and joy flooded her body as she gasped his name, unable to express her emotion any other way. This feeling could not be spoken, was too big, too intense for words.
He murmured words of endearment she was too dazed to understand. She stared into his eyes, revelling in the intensity of their shared energy as their climaxes ebbed peacefully away. She held her breath for maybe if she stayed still and silent, this moment would last forever. She wanted it to last forever. This moment was… trust.
And then she realised what she had done…
Not once, not twice, but over and over and over again…
She was overwhelmed. Exhausted, stunned and overemotional. As Isaac’s powerful body collapsed atop hers, she whimpered sadly.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I didn’t mean to say it. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, I…”
“No.” He silenced her with a kiss. “No apologies, my sweet, it’s fine. Say my name again, it gives me pleasure.”
“Isaac.”
“Talia.”
She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his back, desperate to retain this peace, this unity. She clung to their new-found intimacy as only a Lokian could – with her body and her soul.
“Talia.”
He was repeating her name too, his voice cracking, his eyes wet. Or were her eyes wet? Or both? She didn’t know and strangely did not care. All that mattered was this sacred moment they were sharing.
She knew they would have to separate soon but it was still heart-wrenching when it happened. Isaac rolled them onto their sides, and she kept her head firmly tucked into his strong chest, listening to the beating of his heart. It was erratic, fevered… Isaac felt the wonder too. It was a blessed miracle. Her captor was not cold, cruel or detached. He felt. It was exactly what she needed for she was feeling so much it would have been unbearable if he felt nothing. Maybe she was right, if she was small and silent he would lie here with her forever, their connection absolute. She yearned to touch him, run her fingers over his face, murmur loving words of praise that would make her feelings all too clear… but all she dared to do was tentatively move the hand that was curled around his hair so she could stroke it gently while praying this would not make him move away. She had survived this cataclysmic day and discovered beauty within her trauma, found magic in the most unlikely of things. She was still reeling from the wonder of their kiss. That kiss had bonded them for all time.
But did Isaac know that?
As if confirming her doubts, he moved out of her arms and out of bed. She bit her lip to stem her sad moan as devastation gripped her soul. Isaac was magnificent – naked, muscled, powerful, the most sexually enticing male she had ever seen – and he was leaving her.
“Talia? Are you alright?”
She stared into his troubled eyes as he lay alongside her, pulling her into his arms.
“Mmm.”
She had no dignity or restraint, clinging to him like a limpet, unashamed of her appallingly unLokian-like behaviour. She loved the tickle of his chest hair against her naked breasts, adored the comf
orting warmth of his strong body.
“It’s alright, I’m here,” he whispered as if he was her lover, not her master. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and imagined an alternate universe where Isaac recognised their shared spiritual energy. She dreamed of a blissful life of tenderness, ecstatic climaxes and that kiss repeated over and over again…
“Have a drink, Talia.”
That was why he had left her, to fetch his flask. He hadn’t deserted her. And she was incredibly thirsty… She sucked noisily at the flask, glugging the water.
“There is no artifice with you, Talia. I like that. You wear your needs and desires as openly as I do. You drink from my flask like a man but you are the most feminine woman I have ever met. What a magical, beguiling creature you are.”
He smiled and mist descended over his beautiful eyes obscuring their splendour. Isaac was dazed. Some small part of her captor recognised the beauty of their shared spiritual energy and soon she would ensure all of him did.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
His smile grew wider. “Such beautiful manners. You are adorable, Talia. I do hope you continue to be this biddable – I am looking forward to your training immensely.”
She stared unseeingly at him. He was so calm, so matter-of-fact, had she imagined the frantic excitement of his heartbeat? The mistiness that had shrouded his now clear eyes? Was she really just a challenge, an enigma to be sensuously unravelled so he could discover the mystical secrets of her mind? The reminder of the imminence of her training caused her emotions to spill from her eyes. Isaac gently wiped her tears away, his eyes consumed by the spectacular something.
“Precious little visionary, you’re exhausted, you need to sleep. You have done well tonight but tomorrow will be a long and demanding day. I don’t intend to make your training easy, Talia. I think you can handle everything I have to give. I want you to reach your pinnacle as soon as possible.”
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