Chapter V
He was nothing like the feral creature from her nightmare, and yet, he resembled him in an uncanny way. His eyes gleamed with the same unhinged passion, his frame towered over everyone in the room, and his muscles bulged and glinted.
His arms, powerful and thick, were left bare. His torso, broad in the shoulders and tapering off to a lean yet strong waist, was clad in a soft black fabric that molded to his skin. He wore loose trousers. His bare toes ended in claws, as did his fingers.
He wasn’t monstrously gigantic, just inhumanly tall.
The sharp tips of his enormous ivory horns scraped lightly against the ceiling, and their color contrasted with the brick redness of his skin.
The corded, tense muscles in his neck made it thick and powerful.
Overwhelming strength emanated from his body even when he stood completely still. There was no escaping him.
When he smiled mockingly, showing his white, sharp teeth, Lily realized her mouth was hanging open. She closed it with a snap.
“Out,” he said.
He was looking at her when he said it. Lily’s legs listened, bypassing her brain. She was halfway to the door, following the fairies, when a red, muscled arm barred her way.
“Not you. You’re going to participate like a woman.”
A new sort of nervousness exploded in Lily’s abdomen. She gulped, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat. And excitement followed close behind anxiety. He was monstrous… but so was her curiosity.
The door clicked shut behind the last glittering fairy. Lily looked up and still further up. The top of her head barely reached his chest. He could probably envelop her whole body and lift her with just one arm. And she was now alone with him, completely at his mercy.
She cleared her throat and managed to speak.
“I’m sorry if I offended you, my lord.”
He grinned. He knew exactly why she was apologizing and what she meant by that. Please, be gentle. Don’t punish me.
“Don’t worry, little lamb. You spoke frankly. Only a foolish man views a woman’s honesty as a fault.”
Lily had no idea what to answer to that. She waited for him to say more, or to pounce on her, but he made no motion in her direction. He just stood and watched her, unblinking. His stare made her feel more naked than if she had no clothes on. She felt he was assessing her very soul.
The tension was unbearable. Lily took a deep breath and stepped closer to the king. When her forehead almost touched his chest, she raised her hand and put it against his skin. The lightest touch, like a butterfly.
His red skin felt smooth and dry under her trembling fingertips. He was warm, and his chest moved with every breath. Lily looked up but she had to take a step back to see his face.
He looked at her with dark intensity. He caught her chin lightly in his hand and held her face turned up to him as he slowly bent down. For a moment, Lily feared his huge horns would drag his head down and make him fall on top of her, but his strength was immense.
He controlled every movement. Slowly, he bent lower and lower until his red, feral face was level with hers.
He caught her lip with his teeth and Lily gasped.
His tongue darted inside her surprised mouth and the taste of him filled her every thought.
After a moment of paralyzing hesitation, she returned the kiss, pushing her tongue in his hot mouth, letting it touch the sharp edges of his beastly canines, letting his hot breath envelop her senses.
His enormous hand moved down her back and rested on her butt, covering it all. Lily pressed herself against him, trying to get closer to his manhood, eager to feel it against her body.
But the way he was bent over her made that impossible. She moved her hands up his neck and to the side of his head, touching the smooth surface of his horns. His tongue assaulted her mouth with more ferocity, and she responded with equal heat, devouring him as he devoured her.
Suddenly, he stepped back. Lily lost her balance and almost fell.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
Lily raised her eyebrows. Breathless and confused, she saw no other choice but to tell him the truth.
“My sister was chosen by the village council. She didn’t want to come to your castle. So I put on the veil and pretended to be her. I’m too old to be chosen, myself.”
For a moment, his face looked utterly blank. But something lit up in his eyes, something rabid, which belied his calm tone of voice.
“Why didn’t your sister just say she didn’t want to come?”
Tread carefully, screamed Lily’s instincts.
“Well, being selected to… to serve you… is a great honor. My lord. Nobody refuses.”
His nostrils flared. Lily took an involuntary step back.
“So, none of the previous brides had been given a choice?”
Lily fidgeted for a moment, wondering if the village council were in danger, and more importantly, what this conversation meant for her.
“My lord, they were given a choice. I mean, as long as they agreed,” she said and gave him a smile she hoped didn’t look too nervous.
“But no one forced you,” he said. “You’re here of your own free will.”
She nodded.
He snorted and threw his head, and suddenly, there was nothing of the man left—only the monster.
Lily hiccupped, overcome by an instinct to run.
But he was on her, lifting her, throwing her on the bed.
There was nothing of the gentleness from her dream.
The king pawed at her dress, ripping it to pieces.
He bent his head low over her body… and sniffed.
He spread her legs wide open, not minding her feeble protests.
He looked at her exposed core and Lily knew she was blushing but did nothing to cover herself.
The way he looked at her made her throb with greater need.
The look in his eyes was hungry and intense.
He licked his lips, transfixed by the sight of her.
“You are fertile, little human.”
He slowly bent his head, and again Lily was trapped by the horns, this time for real. But her dream hadn’t prepared her for what the king did next.
Hot wetness spread all over her softest flesh. She moaned and her hips jerked. Raising herself on her hands, Lily looked down, right as his tongue lapped at her again. He was tasting her.
Lily lay back down and tried to keep still, but her hips buckled and her back arched, pressing her more firmly against his hot tongue. He licked her leisurely, and Lily couldn’t stand the slow pace. She rubbed herself against his tongue and was rewarded with a deep, rumbling chuckle.
“You’re so eager, little human. It pleases me very much.”
He pressed her hips down with one hand to keep her still and continued licking her as though she were an exquisite dessert. Pleasure buzzed in Lily’s core and she moaned quietly each time his coarse, wet tongue slowly passed over her most sensitive nub.
He was thorough. He licked inside every little crevice, explored her folds with agonizing curiosity.
“Please… Please…” she moaned, herself unaware of what exactly she was begging for.
But he was relentless. Her begging only made him laugh and slow down even more. Her body was trembling by now, waves of heat radiating from his hot tongue to envelop her whole. He moved back and looked at her core.
“You look feverish, little human,” he said.
Then he blew softly on her engorged flesh and Lily whimpered. The coolness of his breath made her squirm, but he held her hips down.
“Please,” she begged again.
He lapped at her again and now she shivered from the heat. The exquisite torture was driving her crazy, and if he didn’t do anything to make it better, she would…
He plunged his tongue inside her and Lily cried out. Having him lick her was one thing… But now he thrust his hot, rigid tongue deep, and her whole body trembled at his wonderful intrusion. What would it feel like when he pushed his member in?
But he gave her no time to think. He thrust his tongue in her tightness again and again, and a new tension built up in Lily’s belly. She wanted to be invaded more deeply. She wanted him to conquer her with his throbbing manhood.
He stepped back and removed his clothes, and she could finally see his red, thick shaft. How could such a huge thing ever fit inside her body? He must have seen worry on her face because he chuckled darkly and kneeled between her legs again.
“Soon, little woman. But not yet.”
He held her hips down and caressed her folds with his fingers. Lily squirmed in his strong hold, but he didn’t let her move even an inch. She was trapped. He circled her opening with his finger, murmuring in appreciation. For a moment, he stopped moving, Lily took a deep breath…
He pushed his finger inside her. She jerked, but he held her down.
His finger slid inside very slowly, then retreated.
He pushed it in again and Lily gulped deep breaths, her senses overwhelmed by the intrusion.
When it felt like his finger was lodged fully in her opening, he ran slow circles around her inner walls, wider and wider.
She understood. He was preparing her for his huge member.
Still, it didn’t feel deep enough. There was something blocking him. Lily bit her lip, suddenly anxious. He sensed her tension and looked up.
“Your purity pleases me, little human,” he said and stood up, towering high above her.
Warmth spread inside Lily. The fact that she pleased him so much added to her pleasure. She glanced at his rigid shaft, how its head glistened with moisture. He was erect because of her.
The horned king lowered himself so he was on top of her. Lily’s nipples, hard with desire, almost touched his red chest. She strained to lift herself up and close the distance. He bared his teeth at her, his face so close, she could feel his hot breath on her forehead.