Chapter V #3
He moved away from her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pointed between his legs, at the small ladder she used to climb on the mattress.
Lily sucked in a trembling breath and knelt between his powerful thighs, noticing that the red skin of his legs was covered with dark hair. A much thicker, curlier patch of hair grew over his shaft, and the red, rigid member’s root was buried in the coarse hair.
She licked her lips, watching the monster’s thick manhood. It glistened with the clear sticky substance on its wider tip, a mushroom-like head crowning the tall shaft. And it was alive.
It pulsed softly with his every breath, and purple veins wound around it, bulging under the velvety skin. Lily leaned closer, and the member suddenly jumped, bumping her on the nose.
“You’re testing my patience, little human,” growled the monster king.
She licked the tip delicately with her tongue.
He tasted musky, of masculinity and strength, with a salty tang and a note of sweetness.
The liquid was sticky on her tongue and its taste remained in her mouth even after she swallowed.
She licked him again with more self-confidence, and the monster purred.
Lily looked up at his face, surprised. His dark eyes, hooded with pleasure, were focused on her with burning attention. He smiled lazily, showing his sharp teeth.
Lily opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the whole tip of his member inside, scratching him with her teeth. There was no avoiding it, he was too large. He didn’t seem to mind, though.
The king gave another low purr. Lily moved her tongue against the rigid head and wrapped her both hands around the shaft, trying to cover its whole length. She sucked on him with her mouth, tasting him again, and moved her hands up and down the warm, pulsing length.
Her mouth was beginning to hurt, but the purrs of pleasure coming from the monster’s mouth encouraged her to go on.
Even though it seemed like her hands were becoming smaller...
or his shaft was growing bigger. She released him with a plop, and the king grabbed her, swinging her up, and threw her down on the bed.
She gasped, surprised, but he was already between her legs, holding her by the shins, making her spread wider, wider until her thighs hurt from being so far apart.
He pushed his rod inside, but it wouldn’t go in. The monster grunted, positioned himself at another angle, and pushed again.
Lily screamed. But he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, and kept pushing at her opening until her body gave way, and the tip of his manhood was inside her.
She arched her back, blinded by pain and wild pleasure.
She was hot around him, her body molding to his shape, letting him burrow deep in her flesh.
Her inner walls shuddered and convulsed with the effort of opening for him, and Lily slammed her head against the bed, unable to contain her pleasure.
So unexpected it was, and so much more powerful than anything she had felt before!
The monster grunted and pushed himself further in, opening Lily’s body wide, subjecting it to his will. He penetrated her so fully and completely there was no space for anything else inside her. Just him.
He fucked her slowly, holding her legs in a strong grip, pushing himself deeper with every thrust. Lily moaned and scratched the sheets, her agony and pleasure mixing into a heady elixir, potent like feral magic.
When the king exploded inside her with a roar, her body clamped around him in her ecstasy, sucking him deeper, milking him greedily of all his seed.
She was spent, but so was he. He slid off her body with a grunt, and his white, milky seed spilled out of Lily in a steady trickle. The king grinned and lay down next to her, one hand thrown possessively over her stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on her sweaty skin.
“You will bear me an heir, fertile human,” he said with self-satisfied certainty. Lily sighed, content. If he said so, she would.
“I hope so,” she said dreamily. “If the child grew up to become a ruler of our two worlds, the world of humans and the world of magic beings, maybe we could finally have peace. No more fear.”
They were silent for a while until the king turned on his side and leaned on his elbow, peering at her face.
His massive, horned head loomed over Lily, but her gaze was more drawn to his eyes: their fire had dimmed to a slow smolder, and they seemed now thoughtful.
Not human, as they could never be that. But not beastly, either.
“I need to travel soon. I will come to see you in five months,” he said.
Lily bit her lip.
“Personally?”
He smirked, revealing his white fangs. “I imagine I shall miss you, tiny human.”
She returned his smile, even though worry gnawed at her. After a moment of hesitation, she said: “But will you please keep my secret? Remember, it was my sister who was supposed to visit you, not me.”
A low growl rumbled deep in his throat.
“Are you ashamed?” he asked.
“I just don’t want my sister to get in trouble with the village people,” she said with a frown. “They are petty. They will shun her if they find out she’s disobeyed them.”
“Then I’ll order them not to bother your family,” he said, his nostrils flaring.
“And the moment your back is turned, they’ll find ways to defy your order while seeming not to,” she said with a sigh.
“They keep doing this, you know. There was once a woman in our village who had troll blood in her. Not much, just a bit. By your law, we are to treat every thinking creature with respect. And everyone obeyed the law to the letter: they were respectful. Everyone was so respectful, in fact, that they didn’t speak to her at all.
She moved out eventually. I was a small child then, but I remember her.
She used to make beautiful flower wreaths. ”
“You humans are so troublesome,” he said, gnashing his teeth.
“We are,” Lily said solemnly.
“Have it your way. I will not reveal your secret if your womb is empty. But if I see that your belly is big with my child, I will take you back to the castle, no matter what petty humans think or do.”
Lily snorted. “And then, I’ll become your queen, and my sister and mother will be the sibling and parent of the queen. The villagers will do anything they can to get in their good graces.”
He left her soon after their conversation. He was the king, after all, and the matters of his kingdom required his attention. “It will be easier with a queen by my side,” he had told her before leaving.
The next day, when she was packed in the carriage and sent back home, only Goula and the three half-fairy sisters came out to bid her goodbye.
The king was too busy to see her off, and she felt a pang of disappointment, but she brushed it off.
By now, her adventure was fading, and the familiar, ordinary village life beckoned.
Lily sighed, wistful. She would have loved to be in the castle longer. She would explore all the corridors, the tall ones for creatures the size of the king and the tiny ones for dwarves and other small folk.
She would wander around, talking to everyone, and maybe she would even learn to do some magic. And then... Maybe she could venture to the town that lay on the other side of the castle. The fairy town of magic folk.
If only the seed sprouted within her. Then, she could explore all she wanted.
She wondered whether Anna had managed to keep in hiding for the past three days.
Or had she been discovered and punished?
The wheels of the carriage rattled on, giving an urgent rhythm to Lily’s anxious thoughts.
When would she find out if she was pregnant?
She wanted to know and be done with it. The uncertainty was eating her from within.