24. STROKES MORE THAN PLEASURE
Chapter twenty-four
STROKES MORE THAN PLEASURE
Lord Herod lay beside his sleeping mistress, sexually sated, tuning in to the blessed silence coming from the cottage. Emeriel had screamed for hours on end, but now, he was glad to hear the sounds of pleasure.
He was relieved Emeriel was finally experiencing the first full heat she deserved, with the one male in the entire universe she was made solely for. To think his letter had not even reached the fortress before her mate traced her scent here. Soulbond truly was the whole package.
Despite the bleak and doomed future, Herodis was glad she could have this moment of bliss.
The fire at the barn had been a harrowing ordeal, taking the entire day to extinguish. News of the Grand King's departure had reached him upon his return, his heart aching when he learned Emeriel had been left alone for a time. But thankfully, Grand King Daemonikai had returned to her side.
“If your mind still wanders so deeply, then I must have done it wrong," a soft voice purred, breaking the silence.
His mistress had awakened, her eyes sparkling with seduction.
Herod offered her a gentle smile. “Do not fret over it, Gailyn.” She was very pretty, her features soft even though she had a will of steel.
“Of course I will worry about it.” Sultry eyes with a hint of challenge and purpose met his before she began to trail a tantalizing path down his body.
Herod sighed, his organ stirring with interest.
Gailyn had become his mistress two decades ago. A distraction from the grief and pain that had engulfed him like the fires of hell itself.
In those dark days, he had indulged in reckless behavior and sown a lot of wild oats—Gailyn was one of them. Herod was grateful to have moved beyond that tumultuous phase, but Gailyn had remained.
After he had ceased feeling as though he would die every day, his need for her had diminished. But when one has been shoved into a rut by the sweet, strong scent of a girl in heat whom he deeply cared for, there was never really any other choice, was there?
"Let us try to lull that ever-working mind into sleep, shall we?" Gailyn murmured, her head descending as she skillfully took him into her mouth.
Herod's breath hitched, a tremor of pleasure surging, stealing his breath away. Gailyn’s mouth worked its magic, wiping his mind clean.
He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations she evoked.
Emeriel woke, heat coursing through her body. Her belly twisted with a deep, aching need, her intimate areas swollen and slick, her breasts tight and throbbing. The heat simmered within her, not yet strong enough to trigger spasms, but impossible to ignore. She felt hungry. Ravenous.
She lay facing the wall but rolled over slowly, careful not to make a sound, stealing a glance at King Daemonikai. He was stretched out on his back, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, eyes closed. She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or merely resting.
Her gaze drifted downward, biting her lips as hunger blazed in her eyes. Even in its flaccid state, his manhood looked impressive—so large and long.
Emeriel bit back a moan, squeezing her legs together to contain the burning desire surging through her.
I want it so much. I want it inside me.
She glanced back up at his face, his eyes remained closed. Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching out to touch him. Her fingers brushed against the soft, velvety skin of his member, and she held her breath, waiting for any sign that he was awake.
He didn’t react.
Encouraged, Emeriel's touch grew bolder. She traced the length of his flaccid member with delicate fingers, marveling at its size and smoothness. As she continued to explore, she felt it twitch, swelling beneath her touch. Growing larger, thicker, harder.
Suppressing another moan, Emeriel's throat grew parched with desire. Her other hand found her nipple, tweaking and playing with it as she continued to stroke him. Rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers, jolts of pleasure coursed through her body, making her gasp. His mushroom-shaped head was large and enticing. The memory of how it had felt inside her earlier made her burn.
And his knot...
A small moan escaped her. It was intense, almost uncomfortable, but she was addicted. His manhood stood proud now, fully erect and pulsing. So breathtakingly beautiful.
She stole another glance at his face. No reaction, eyes still closed.
Surely, she could, maybe, sit on it, right? Could she dare to take her pleasure while he slept, none the wiser? She needed, needed , to feel him inside once more.
Emeriel cautiously rose, moving quietly, straddling him with care. The sheer size of his body made her spread her legs wide to accommodate his broad frame. Settling onto his powerful thighs, a rush of sensation surged through her. The position felt good.
Should she be doing this?
Maybe not. King Daemonikai might wake up disoriented and confused again. Or angry.
The thought of his deep, authoritative voice reprimanding her, all hard and growly, didn’t scare her, it sounded tempting. Or perhaps he would adopt that commanding tone of the grand king, stern and powerful. She liked that too.
Emeriel recalled his controlling voice as he ordered her to show her breasts to him in the woods, triggering a fresh wave of wetness. She began to grind against him, low moans and sighs of pleasure spilled from her lips, breaking the silence of the cottage. Gazing down at his handsome face, her affection for this male made her heart swell.
He was so incredibly stunning it was almost too much to behold him so close, so vulnerable in sleep. A fierce possessiveness took hold of her.
He is mine. Mine!
All her inhibitions were gone. She felt bold, horny, and reckless.
Rising once more, she positioned herself over his erect member, her breath hitching as the tip brushed against her swollen entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, his head parting her slick folds.
A cry spilled from her lips as the enormous head pushed into her slick entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious stretch that made her feel complete. She could almost cry at how good he felt.
His eyes opened.
Emeriel froze, her breath catching in her throat. The grand king's eyes were sharp and alive, pinned on her with a hot, intense, burning gaze.
Caught .
Emeriel's gaze held the grand king's like a mouse caught in a trap. When did he awake? How long had he been watching her?
What should she do? Stop and move from him?
Emeriel whimpered. She didn’t want to stop.
Her hips moved on their own, grinding against him, because she couldn't help herself. Emeriel fucked her hungry channel with just the tip of his head, letting out a throaty moan as the pleasure built within her.
"Look at you. Such a little slut." His voice was low, seductively reproachful. "You don't even care if I was asleep. You want it so much you were willing to steal it. Is that not the truth, young princess?"
Shame mingled with shyness, washing over her. Eyes lowered, Emeriel gave a jerky nod, her cheeks flushing with heat.
"You are ashamed, yet it doesn't stop you from moving.” He smirked. “Stop.”
“Please…” she cried, desperately grinding against him. Oh, so good.
“Stop, now.”
It took every ounce of her willpower to obey. Emeriel stilled, her eyes watering.
“Good girl. Look at you, practically shaking with effort to hold that position without sinking down. You want it so much."
"I wa-want it," she whispered, her voice quivering with need. “Please, let me have it.”
“What do you want?” King Daemonikai watched her like a hawk, his gaze sweeping over her flushed face down to her spread legs... zeroing in to the very point where they were intimately joined. His eyes darkened. “Say it, Galilea.”
“Your man-manhood," her murmur was so low it was almost incoherent.
"Beg for it."
Emeriel let out a soft whine, her arms sweeping across her face as she hid her eyes in their crocks, shaking her head.
He chuckled, obviously enjoying her struggle. "If you want it that badly, Galilea, then beg for it."
Her blush deepened, spreading across her face like wildfire. "Please, I need your ma-manhood in-inside me.”
"Then go ahead. Take it all in. Every inch of it."
Every inch? Emeriel wasn't sure of that, but her eagerness drove her forward. Withdrawing her arms, she resumed her descent, letting out a soft, shuddering breath as, inch by inch, she took him inside.
Her inner walls stretched to accommodate his impressive girth as she took him deeper, hands splayed across his broad chest for balance. A moan escaped her lips, louder this time, as she felt him fill her completely.
"Yes. Take it like a good girl." His voice was even deeper, like distant thunder.
So big. So full. Emeriel was in heaven.
But as he reached deeper, he hit a sensitive bump, and she stilled abruptly. A sharp thrill of pleasure shot through her as his tip pressed against her cervix. Her womb's mouth.
The intensity of the sensation made her gasp, ecstasy so poignant it was almost too much. And yet, her male wasn't even halfway in.
"It has descended further. Your heat is at its peak." The king's green eyes flooded with pure hunger. "You're so aroused I bet you must be dripping from behind too."
Emeriel squeezed around him, her inner walls clenching and releasing as his words made her hunger spike even more. She was so wet she couldn't keep track of which of her openings produced the moisture.
He shifted slightly, lifting himself. His hand ventured behind her, exploring a part of her that was untouched, fingers brushing against the tight, puckered entrance.
"Hades, you are soaked." A growl filled with deep hunger, like she'd never heard before, emitted from King Daemonikai's throat. His hand massaged the hole, rubbing and circling it gently in a rhythm that sent sensations tingling down her spine.
"So sloppy and loose. You are so hot." He surveyed her with eyes that seemed to devour her whole. His body was no longer relaxed. It was tense…coiled with a restraint that hinted at the fierce control he was maintaining.
"Take more of my dick, darling. Take it into that tiny little hole of yours. I want to feel every wrap, every muscle, as I fuck into your womb and coat the deepest part of you with so much cum your belly swells up."
Emeriel fell over the edge. His graphic, filthy words, combined with the deep penetration caressing her cervix, and his hand massaging her forbidden region, made Emeriel come so hard she was soaring through the skies with pleasure.
A throaty moan escaped her lips, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her internal muscles clenched tightly around him, provoking a deep groan from him.
As the intensity of her climax subsided, Emeriel felt the strain of her prolonged position. Her thighs ached, her muscles trembled with the effort of maintaining her hover. As she began to lift away, strong arms encircled her waist, halting her retreat.
"We are just getting started. Down, young princess. Sit on it," his drawl commanded.
Emeriel’s breath was shallow, cheeks burning with a rosy flush. But gingerly, she lowered herself again, taking him into her quivering body. The king went deeper, nudging her until she felt pressure in her cervix.
He gave a firm thrust, drawing a soft mewl from her as he opened her up. His arms held her waist, urging her down, burying himself deep in that small, fluttering, sacred place.
Emeriel's eyes watered at how good it felt. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, fingers clutching at his bulging chest, seeking something stable to hold onto against the feeling.
"It feels...feels…" Good-great-intense-amazing.
By the time she fully seated herself upon him, Emeriel was shaking again, teetering on the verge of another orgasm. She had never taken him this deep before. Looking down, she shifted slightly and could see the outline of his manhood pressed against her lower belly.
"Move." His voice strained, the wild look in his eyes made her hot. How much could she test his control? Did she even want to? Emeriel wasn't entirely sure.
"I ca-can't," she managed to gasp out. She felt utterly full. Stuffed to the brim. The intense pleasure hummed just beneath her skin like a charge.
King Daemonikai's hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place as he took control, moving beneath her. His strokes long and slow.
Each thrust made her gasp. With every glide into her descended womb, the sensations that flooded her were beyond words. Emeriel wasn't sure she could describe them as pleasure. They were more than pleasure, yet not pain. Simply…more.
A part of her—a distant part of her—was embarrassed at her loud, uninhibited cries. Like that of a seasoned whore. But Emeriel couldn't help it, the pleasure was too strong.
"You enjoy getting stuffed with my dick?" he groaned, punctuating each word with a firm thrust.
"Yesssss," she hissed, sweat beading and rolling off her skin.
He changed his angle abruptly, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot inside her, and Emeriel arched, nearly catapulting out of her own skin.
His manhood in her womb stroked her so good, touching glands Emeriel never knew existed. She chased that sensation, grinding against him so his hardness hit her sweet spot so well.
Her moans filled the air as the tingling of an impending orgasm grew more profound with each passing moment. "I'm going to..."
King Daemonikai stopped.
Emeriel nearly sobbed with frustration. Without a word, he rose, keeping her close. Their bodies remained joined, Emeriel clinging to him like a tenacious spider. Each step sent a jolt through her core as he crossed the room.
Reaching the sturdy chair, the grand king sat down, pulling her down onto his lap and leaned in closer. "Start moving."
All Emeriel's instincts said obey. And she did, her hips already moving. Rising and falling, her hands clung to his broad shoulders for balance, biting her lip at the exquisite feel.
His fingers wove through her hair, capturing a handful in a firm, yet gentle hold.
"So sexy. So hot," his tone caressed her skin as much as his touch.
A bashful heat bloomed across her cheeks, and Emeriel ducked her head to hide her flush, burying her face in the harrow of his neck. Moving rhythmically, she savored every contact… every slide.
"You feel really good," she confessed shyly into his neck, the warmth of his skin against her lips making her heart race. Her heat thrummed in her, but without its brutal waves Emeriel felt as if she were soaring through the heavens.
The room filled with her moans mixing with his occasional low groans. Her orgasm built again, imminent and inevitable, her belly tightening as her cries grew louder.
A thick finger suddenly prodded her back entrance, pushing in. Emeriel whined, shock and stark pleasure swarming her.
"You're drenched," his voice was gravel with raw lust. "Tight, yet loose with heat."
Withdrawing his finger, Emeriel heard the soft command. "Open."
She lifted her head, her face even more aflame to see the glistening finger he held to her lips. Surely, he didn't mean...
But he did. The king's green eyes masked with desire held silent purpose. Emeriel didn't think she could blush harder than she already was, but her face and neck grew even hotter. Heart racing, her lips parted to accept the finger.
Surprisingly, sweet, clear liquid burst across her tastebuds. Moaning loudly, she licked his finger eagerly, chasing more of that flavor.
King Daemonikai pulled his finger out, moving it behind her again.
"Ohh," she wheezed as two fingers plunged into her. Repeatedly, they matched the rhythm of his powerful thrusts into her virginal canal.
Words failed her. If Emeriel had felt full before, she couldn't even begin to describe what she felt now.
Tremors rocked her sweaty body. Her muscles clamped down, locking tight for a few seconds before she shattered into a million pieces.
Emeriel was screaming and screaming , the release shaking her very soul. Rocking her entire being. Capturing her heart and soul in its grip.
King Daemonikai kept moving, as she heard a loud groan, his manhood expanding. He filled her completely as his knot grew, pressing and mashing against every nerve ending inside her until stars exploded behind her eyes. Without coming down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another.
Yelling as it crashed through her, her fingers dug into her beloved's skin. Oh....! Emeriel's brain shut down, her entire world narrowing to the sensations threatening to kill her.
"You're doing good, my slutty little princess. Taking me so well. Fuck, look at you..." The king's hand ran soothingly down her back, but Emeriel could barely feel it amidst the attack to her senses.
As he released warm ropes of seed directly into her womb, triggering another powerful release, Emeriel must have lost her mind for a while.
When awareness returned, his knot locked them together already. He was leaning against the chair while she was slumped over him, their breath coming in heavy gasps. Her body still jerked from the aftershocks, so hypersensitive that even the air brushing against her seemed too much. Her own release had created a river on his thighs.
She hoped he wouldn't move; Emeriel wasn't sure how much more she could take. And yet, he did. Hips rocking repeatedly, his knot tugging and gliding against her hypersensitive, overstimulated walls producing feelings like mini-orgasms that wouldn't stop.
"Please...!" she sobbed when she couldn't take more, shuddering badly and clawing at his shoulders. "Oh, please!"
A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of King Daemonikai's devilishly handsome face."I know there's still one more release I can draw from you, darling."
"I can't... please, I can't take anymore," Emeriel cried, her muscles clenched so tightly they began to cramp.
"If you're going to steal my dick while I sleep, make sure you can stand all I give you while I'm awake, dear Galilea."
Paying her no heed, he moved…a slow, languid roll of his hips flooding her with raw, harsh bliss. She hissed, squirming against him, but there was nowhere to go. He gave her no choice but to endure it.
Whimpers slipped from her throat as the tension built. Eyes rolling back into her head, Emeriel came soundlessly, fingers clenching and unclenching, legs twitching uncontrollably.
The edges of her vision shimmered white, the world blurring around the edges, and as she slipped into darkness, a thought lingered.
My beloved is one hell of a beast. In more ways than one.