Page 29 of The Time Of Queens (An Afterlife Story #2)

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HUNGER AND LIGHTENING

T he moment I rid him of his jacket, I began unbuttoning his waistcoat, and it was easy to see where I wished to take this. I have no doubt this was why he was quick to help me, and he shrugged the material over his shoulders and let it fall from his body. Then he tugged on his necktie, pulling its length free so he could loosen his shirt enough to pull it over his head. The delicious sight of him twisting his large torso to do this made me almost want to drool. Although no more so than when he finally revealed his impressive body.

And despite it being the second time today that I had seen him bare, the sight of his muscular torso being revealed still had me sucking in a quick breath. Lust slammed into me enough that I had to reach out and touch him. The perfection that was Draven was always a feast for the eyes, but no more so than the feel of him. I placed my palms on his chest, feeling it move heavily beneath my hands at my first touch.

It was nice to see that I wasn’t the only one affected, as the second I did this, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back slightly. The first rumble of approval was one I felt rise up from beneath his pecs, before I let my hands trail down to the hard ridges of his abs. His muscles tensed slightly beneath my fingertips as I travelled lower and lower still, until coming to his breeches. The buttons were on the side, and what I wanted next left little to the imagination when I started to undo them.

I glanced at his hands to find them fisted at his sides, as if forcing himself to remain still and allowing me to do this. It was as if all he wanted was to reach out and touch me, but he didn’t through fear that the pleasure would end. Clearly, his apprehension that anything could stop what was coming outrode any movement on his part, for he continued to let me explore him the way I wanted to.

Which meant when I started to lower to my knees, his only reaction was the quick inhale of breath. It didn’t take a genius to know where I was headed as I lowered to the floor before him, taking with me the rest of his clothing. Doing so, until it was gathered around his feet, as his boots also still remained.

Needless to say, the second his impressive length was revealed, I took no time at all to lean in and tease him with my tongue. A purposeful light touch that I trailed up his hard length, that caused another quick inhale of breath. This I did a few times before finally reaching the top and lapping up the delicious pre cum I saw beading there at the opening.

I even found myself moaning as his unique flavour burst across my tongue, before I then opened wide and lowered my head down. I took him in as much as I could without gagging. This ended the way I wanted, as I heard him gasp before hissing,

“Gods, Woman.”

And my silent reply was to grin around his girth, before I started to move in earnest. Doing so by keeping my lips tight around the silky skin and sucking as I moved up and down. I continued on like this, alternating between taking in as much of him as I could and pulling back so I could caress the sides with my wet lips. The extra salvia produced from near gagging was what I used as lubrication for the easy glide of my mouth over him. An action that soaked his cock and had it dripping in a deliciously explicit way.

And my reward was the sounds he was making and the way his will finally snapped. Something that started first by ridding himself the constraints of his half-removed clothes and boots via supernatural means. Then with this newly acquired freedom, he took a firmer stance before me, as his dominate nature couldn’t be contained any longer. I soon felt his hand fist in my wet hair. This was so he could hold me down his length for longer, forcing me to go that little bit deeper and keeping me there until I gagged. My struggle was something he could feel rippling along his cock in a way I knew he liked, as his growl only turned me on further.

Using his hand to guide my head back, he looked down at me.

“You like that, little maid?” he asked, his voice thick and deeper than usual, as if his Demon was peeking out to play. I nodded, telling him that I did. However, this wasn’t enough as he took a step back while still keeping his hand fisted in my hair. This was so he could lean down over me, tilting my head right back as his face came within an inch of mine. His other hand gripped my chin as he growled,

“Give me your beautiful fucking words, little Electus.”

I sucked in a lustful breath before giving him what he wanted.

“I don’t like it… I fucking love it!” I told him, making his eyes flash purple before he told me,

“Then you may have it, for I am all yours!”

This was said with pure Demonic lust as he growled his words before stepping closer to me and plunging himself back into my awaiting mouth. This time, all control belonged to him, and his primal use of me nearly made me come without a single touch needed to my core. I was soaked and near desperate for release, but my need for him to find his was far greater. I started to suck him down more vigorously, making him growl.

“I will spill my seed soon… are you ready to be a good little Chosen One and swallow me down?” he asked, making me nod with his cock still in my mouth. However, his hand tightened in my hair to pull me from him. “Words … I demand your words!” he ordered, and the dominant flip switched up a gear, making me give him wide submissive eyes and tell him,

“I want to swallow it all down, my King.”

At this his own restrain snapped, for he squeezed my cheeks, opening my mouth wider while thrusting forward, making me gag at the depth. Then after a few deep and admittedly, hard to take pumps of his cock, he pulled out and took his own length in hand, telling me,

“I want to watch… now open wide for me, little one.”

My eyes widened in surprise before I did as he commanded. Marvelling at the sight of him pumping his cock and directing its head at me. I was mesmerised by how gods be damned hot it was. How sexually charged I felt at just the sight. The anticipation rolled off me in waves.

But then, as his whole body started to tense, I held myself still with my mouth wide open, ready to swallow him down. The intense moment began with him tossing his head back and roaring at the ceiling, just as thunder echoed all around us, as if the Gods themselves knew.

The spilling of his release shot into my mouth, filling it up so much that it dripped from my lips. Ribbons of cum landed across my cheek and chin with the last jerks of his hips, and I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. This was when I purposely showed him my mouth full of his seed, making a show of swallowing him down inside me. A sight he certainly enjoyed, and his veins started to glow purple as the change began to grip him.

He then used his thumb to gather up the excess, pushing it towards my lips and prompting me to swallow this as well, as he didn’t want me to miss a single drop. His thumb found its way in my mouth once more as I cleaned him of any remains of his release. His face showed one of deep pride and affection before he lowered to his knees before me. This put him at the right height to then tilt my head back so he could kiss me, no doubt tasting himself from my tongue as he sucked it into his mouth.

The whole kiss left me panting, as I knew without words, he was far from done with me yet. A proven fact when he started to lower me to my back, his eyes scanning the length of me. Then as he shifted further down my body, he finally spoke.

“You know not the gift in which you give me…” He gathered up my skirt, continuing to express his thoughts as he did. “The gift of you… a gift… I hunger for,” he told me, before tearing off my underwear. Then he spread my legs and dipped his head, burying his face between them. This before swiping his tongue from my entrance, all the way up to my clit.

My back arched as I let out a deep, satisfied moan. One that morphed into a cry of pleasure as he sucked my clit into his mouth. Then he rolled it between his teeth before soothing the sting with a vibrating rhythm of his tongue against it. Being that I was already so aroused, it didn’t take long for my pleasure to reach its crescendo. It crashed into me so suddenly, I was startled by it, crying out my release after only a few minutes.

However, this didn’t mean he gave me time to come back down, instead keeping me there at the pinnacle of pleasure, lashing at my clit faster and faster. Meaning one orgasm quickly rolled into the next and then the next, until I was screaming for mercy.

“No more! I can’t… I can’t!” I pleaded, making him chuckle into my soaked flesh, before he brought his hand up and told me,

“I will be the one to decide that!”

He then thrust two fingers up inside me, at the same time sucking my clit even harder. This combined with stroking my G spot and working at my abused bundle of nerves even more forcefully, had me screaming my next release.

“OH GOD YES, YES, I’M COMING, AHHH!” After this, I fell to my back, as during my release I had tensed upwards and gripped onto his hair in midst of my euphoric assault. I then panted through the intensity of it all, barely noticing the way he shifted up my body.

“Good girl, but next time… we fall as one,” he told me over my lips, simultaneously spreading me wide and thrusting something far bigger than his fingers up inside me. I cried out at the large intrusion, but he held me tight against him, cradling my head to his chest in his unyielding embrace as if he feared I would try and squirm away. He moaned deep and unrestrained before he rumbled,

“Finally, mine.”

I shuddered at the intense claim, and I have no doubt he felt it rippling the length of his heavy cock that was seated deep and tight inside me. He, thankfully, gave me the time needed to adjust to his size before he started to move, telling me,

“So perfect… you take me so perfectly.”

His praise shot straight to my core as well as my heart, before his hips invoked another feeling. Once more, the build of my release consumed me, holding me prisoner in its grasp. One that only started to slip further as Draven pounded into me faster. After pulling back, releasing me of his tight hold, he looked down at my covered torso. Then after taking hold of the top by my heaving cleavage, he tore it down the centre, freeing my breasts instantly.

Again, his eyes drank in the sight of me, the purple hue telling me that he liked what he saw, before his lips followed the discovery. He arched my back into him, lifting me up so my breasts were thrust forward and towards his awaiting mouth. Then he latched onto my nipple, making me cry out as the pain only added to the pleasure. Our writhing bodies were in sync and moving as one. My hands found his hair once more, gripping it tight and holding him to my blundered tits, feeling the lengths of his fangs emerge.

“Give me your bite… Please, my King, give me all of you,” I pleaded in erotic desperation, and it was all I needed to say before he was suddenly at my neck. His hand curled into a fist at the top of my head as he yanked my head to the side. At the same time, he thrust deeper to mirror the feel of his fangs plunging into my flesh, tearing the skin to get to my blood. I cried out in pain at first, which quickly morphed into a cry in the wake of my orgasm… the most powerful yet.

But I wasn’t the only one, as Draven thrust up so deep that he emptied himself into me, at the same time drinking me down, after latching on with greater need. He continued to pump his seed deep within me, roaring his pleasure as the last of it left him, forcing himself to leave my neck in favour of bellowing out his release. The sight was so animalistic, so primal, that I felt as if I had been ravished by some wild beast. My blood stained his lips and chin, dripping down and landing on my breasts that I didn’t realise were covered in bites, until now.

However, I knew he wasn’t finished, as he quickly bit into his wrist before bringing it to my lips.

“Drink! Drink me down and claim me in return… do it now, my love,” he said, warming my heart at calling me his love. Therefore, I wasted no time doing as he asked. And after spending decades drinking my husband’s blood, I did so now, moaning at the welcomed taste of him as his life essence flooded my mouth.

It didn’t surprise me when he reacted, as his hips started pumping once more, his length still as hard as it was prior to his release. Not surprising when I knew my drinking from him was also a big turn on for him. Which was why it was no time at all before he was adding to his previous release, making it pour from me, gushing from around his girth.

After this, he half collapsed on top of me, as he too needed to catch his breath through the torrent of emotions washing over him. He had claimed me and although it wasn’t my first time, I knew it was for him. The gravity of it all would not have simply passed him by untouched, because I wasn’t just his first mortal, I was his Electus.

So, as he tried to calm his raging heart, I ran my fingers gently through his hair, the soft onyx strands falling from my skin like fine silk. Then after a few minutes of silence, I couldn’t help but ask,

“So, was it as good for you as it was for me?”

At this he pulled his head back to look at me, before a huge grin appeared on his face and a chuckle of disbelief was heard.

“Good… the word good is not enough… would never be enough for what I just experienced, for you are… Gods, there are no words to describe the depth of love I hold for you…”

“…My future wife.”