Page 28 of The Bride Contract (Princes of Xaavia #1)
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Chapter 28 - Kiahn
As soon as my tongue brushes the heated flesh of my Niska’s sweet, sated little cunt, it is like all reason and logic empties from my mind.
Her allowing me to watch her ride the bench to completion was quite frankly, the best gift I have ever received, and I know I’ll be replaying this moment over, and over again in my simulator.
Speaking of my simulator, it is the only place I have ever feasted on a female’s cunt and I have to say, it doesn’t compare to the real thing. My Niska’s taste is unparalleled. She is all summer fruits and evening blooms, she is salt and sweet. She tastes like fucking . Like real, actual fucking. Not simulated. She tastes like she trusts me to breed her, like she’s begging for it, even.
The thought has me moaning into her cunt and fisting my cock even faster, and it’s not until I feel my own pleasure reaching to higher spheres of euphoria, that I remind myself that I need to save my seed for Niska.
It is difficult, though. I could so easily spend all over the floor with my tongue buried in her cunt. Or perhaps I could stand at the very last moment, and paint her round backside with my seed. Just absolutely cover her beautiful, golden brown skin in me like a lewd claiming mark.
Getting lost in my thoughts, I find I have to grip the base of my cock and groan to bring myself back to reality. Maybe-…
Maybe she will allow me to do those things another time? I am not above begging for it. But right now, I need to concentrate on the task at hand; fulfilling our contractual obligations.
Standing, I catch Niska’s eye in the reflection of the mirror. Her beautiful cunt has coated my lips. I lick them, savoring the taste of her as I unthinkingly take a lazy stroke of my cock. “Do I have your permission to fill you now, my Niska?”
With our gazes locked in the mirror, Niska’s tongue rolls out and she nods her head.
First, I gently swipe my cockhead up through the silky wet lips of her cunt, once, twice, three times. The swallow I feel at the back of my throat is like an impassable lump. I’m really going to do this? She is really letting me have her? Looking up to her reflection one last time just to be sure, all I see there is desire. Not only is this little female trusting me to have her, she wants me to.
Slowly, I push forward, standing here with my pants only pushed down to my thighs as I stare with rapt attention at how my cockhead gently spears through her cunt, breaching that most sacred of places for a female. Gradually, I push further, gently working my way into my precious female with careful, slow and shallow thrusts, transfixed by the sight of her taking more and more of me. I almost lose myself to the heady sensation of being wrapped in her gorgeous little cunt when I hear my Niska’s breath hitch. I freeze, only a quarter of my length being embraced by her tight, wet heat. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “ More .”
And then her hips flex, her movements hindered by her restraints.
“Please, Kiahn,” she whines, the buckles on her straps clinking with her efforts to push herself back.
“Are you-” I pause, staring at how she’s trying to writhe back onto me, “-are you begging for more of my cock, my little Niska?”
“Mm-hm,” she mumbles, nodding her head again.
My cock throbs inside her, and I go lightheaded at the thought of Niska being so desperate for me that she’s trying to wiggle out of her restraints. Attempting to keep it together, I start pushing forward again, knowing that I may not survive this female. “ Fuuuck, ” I hiss, gritting my teeth and screwing my eyes shut at the feeling of her taking more of me.
Before I know it, I am fully seated in her, and I can’t help but drape my larger body over hers along the bench. I kiss along the cool metal of her collar - an act not refined, nor delicate as my fangs sometimes scrape along the gold and get hooked into the little decorative filigree cut-away holes in the design. All the while, I can’t help but grip her hip, trying to push her back down on my cock - as if I could possibly stuff any more of myself inside of her. “You-you-you-” I babble with my eyes closed and sweat dotting my brow now that I’ve mounted her. I think for a brief moment, that Niska taking my full length has broken my brain. “You have all of me now, little female,” I rasp in her ear, pushing my hips as flush against her as I possibly can. “Is that what you wanted? Every last measure of my cock? It is yours now, tucked away in your snug little cunt.” Kissing the little patch of skin behind her ear, I start to grind into her. “You are such a good girl, taking me like this. So welcoming to my cock.”
Niska moans under me, and the sound is as sweet as nectar.
The first time I pull out to plunge back into her wet little cunt, I almost see stars. I curse into the metal of her collar and find myself reaching for her handles for something to anchor myself. “Goddess, but I’ve wanted to fuck you the very moment I saw you,” I babble as I start rocking myself into her over and over. “And you’re taking me so well… so good … let me look after you, little Niska, please, I beg you to let me.” I’m not really sure how I’m able to form words between my panted grunts right now as I start fucking my female. The sounds of our joining meeting my ears is only spurring me on - faster, harder. “Whatever you want, Niska,” I promise to her, mouthing at her collar again, so fucking desperate to bite that little human neck of hers and claim her. “If you just let me-”
My words trail off into grunts. I can’t ask that of her.
But I would give her anything just for this bliss she allows me now.
“Tell me what you want. Jewels? Houses?” I ask, my hips slapping against her backside. “My bride gets whatever she wants. A moon? A planet? Is that what you wish for, my little Niska? A planet in your name? I will buy you a whole fucking planet if you just let me-”
I hook my fangs into the top of her collar before I say anything else. Panting and sweating as I fuck her pretty little cunt.
The pleasure her body gives me is unmeasurable. It is like whole worlds, galaxies and universes now cease to exist to me - there is only her, and when I feel her tighten and flutter around my plunging cock, there is only one goal for me now. “Use the vibrations,” I unhook my fangs from her collar to tell her. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Niska moans my name, but she doesn’t make a move to adjust the controls. Taking a look at the mirror, I see her slack-jawed face. Realizing she’s too lost in the enjoyment of being fucked.
Being fucked, by me .
Reaching for the controls, I flick the pad of my finger up the control bar to adjust the vibrations beneath her sensitive little clit, and I can feel the moment we hit the sweet spot. Both Niska and I groan together, and I can’t take it anymore. I am a second away from practically begging her to let me bite her. I can’t do that. I really can’t do that to her. So I straighten and start pounding into my female as I grip her hips and stare at her in the mirror before us.
I feel more wild animal than prince in this moment. The sight of her strapped down for me, the knowledge that she trusts me with her body, the sensations of her welcoming heat, the sounds of feral fucking. It’s all too much. Even the bench starts to shift with each of my thrusts, scuffing along the floor. Why the fuck isn’t this thing bolted down?
But what pushes me over the edge is when she starts chanting my name and telling me she’s coming, telling me how good I’m making her feel, telling me not to stop.
Never. I never want this to end.
When she squeals out her release, I know I have no choice but to give her mine, filling her with my seed as I throw my head back and groan, my hips bucking as I empty myself into my Niska.
The room is suddenly quiet apart from our combined panting, and the soft buzzing of the bench - a buzzing that apparently is too much for my female now as she quickly turns the vibrations off.
“Oh, my God,” she huffs, hiding her face into the crook of her elbow.
Gripping her hips, I slowly slide my cock out of her. A considerable amount of my seed follows, making an obscene splattering noise on the polished hardwood floors. Niska looks up at the sound, her eyes widening in the mirror’s reflection as she sees the beautiful mess we made together.
Her mouth opens and closes as if she is about to say something, but I can’t help but interrupt. “I meant what I said about buying you anything you could wish for,” I tell her, one hand leisurely stroking my slick cock, the other busy gathering my seed dripping from her cunt to push it back inside. “The thought of showering you with gifts only makes me want to fill you again.”