The Reason for Marriage - Chapter 6.1 (18+)

When his breath reached the sensitive area of her lower abdomen, just below her stomach, Iveca gasped and pushed him back slightly.

“This is… I feel so… Daniel…”

Daniel slowly raised his head. Blue eyes she barely knew met hers, glinting with determination. Her thighs were still pushed apart, his hands grasping the soft flesh on each side firmly. He put his lips on her belly and spoke, and she felt the vibrations of his voice reach her very centre.

“Is something wrong?” he whispered.

“Not wrong… it’s just…”

“Then I won’t stop,” came his reply.

She felt, but couldn’t see, his right hand leave her thigh and trace a line inward to her heat. She did not need to look to see that she was wet, revealing a desire that she couldn’t hide behind a fake smile anymore. One of his fingers gently swept across her cl*toris and made her jump, a mixture of shock and pleasure.

“Ah!”

Daniel pounced on the opportunity, her legs pushed as far apart as she thought she had ever had them, and his tongue, which was biting the tender flesh where her thigh met her sensitive inner walls, moved inward and parted her.

Iveca could barely see, barely think. The world was fog with one light, the light that illuminated the man who was bringing feelings to her with his tongue she had never thought she’d know. This was so much different to her own explorations, so much more intense and every hot breath he exhaled only made the sensation even more incredible. His soft tongue caressed the centre of her pleasure further and she moaned aloud, pushing herself back up the bed and away from his insistence.

“Daniel, stop… just for a moment, please.”

“Is it not good, Iveca?” he whispered to her. He had followed the small path she had taken away from him and began his assault on her with his tongue a second time, and she did not try to escape it again. Wave after wave of pressure and pleasure crashed into her and she shook her back and twisted her body desperately, hands digging into the soft bedclothes.

“Because it’s good…it feels so good, I can’t…”

Nothing Iveca had read, in any book, could have adequately described what she was experiencing under the mouth of the King. She gasped and muttered with an almost half-remaining consciousness.

“I never knew it would feel this good…” she said.

He gently kissed her mound, sending more shivers through her.

“It was always going to be this good, Iveca,” said Daniel, the confidence of the control he had over her making each word sound like a command. Without waiting for any further answer, he began to caress her again. His fingers pushed and probed at the deep wetness of her core, and the tip of his tongue lapped eagerly at her cl*toris.

Iveca gave herself freely to the sensations now, awash with a strong desire she had never felt for anyone else. His mouth continued to move explicitly between her legs until she gasped and twisted her waist around. When the climax hit her, her eyes rolled back to their whites as she clamped a hand over her mouth, to prevent a scream from waking the entire kingdom.

Daniel’s hands were still keeping her thighs wide open as she bucked and moaned through her fingers. He lowered his head again, and before Iveca even had a chance to stop her legs from shaking the calm queen’s bedroom was filled anew with her groans. Her entire body ached, both in a good and an exhausting way, and Daniel’s motions on her with his tongue were surely close to knocking her out completely. Daniel seemed to sense this, for the moment she thought she couldn’t take much more she felt his fingers enter her. The stimulus that she felt from within her grew even more intense and she, quite without thinking, grabbed his hair and pulled his eager mouth even closer in ecstasy. His shiny blonde hair was slick with sweat that she could feel between her fingers.

“I remember you promising,” he said, the vibrations of his low voice making her dance to their beat, “that if it was good, you’d tell me so…”

Iveca could only moan in reply.

“You like it?” he pressed further, his fingers swirling and playing inside her.

“Ple, please…”

As his fingers moved, her body began to shake harder than before. Iveca felt at odds with her movement. Everything seemed to be a pleasure she had never felt before, but the way the body responded was so natural as if it remembered all these things, as though what Daniel was doing to her was only the right thing.  

“I like it so much, Iveca… Tell me you like it too.”

She could feel the sheet beneath her was soaked with fluids, her fluids. His fingers moved strongly inside her, beginning to push open the tight path inside her even further. The fingers gradually became three and she could feel her vision blur at the edges.

“Ah…!”

“Say it.” A command now, an order from the King.

“I…”

Iveca was shivering. Even when she opened her eyes, things didn’t appear anymore. When she didn’t answer beyond her stuttering, he bit the tender flesh on the inside part of her thigh gently, as if punishing her. Then in one swift motion, he was back on top of her again.

A low voice whispered into her ear.

“Iveca, tell me.”

It was an unimaginable voice from the King who was so neat and gentle. It broke down every remaining barrier to her senses and she knew that whatever he asked, she would do. Right now, she was his. She looked into his eyes, still shaking and panting. He wasn’t smiling, but she could tell he was enjoying her vulnerability immensely.

“I can’t wait any longer, Iveca…”

“I… l-li-li… like…”

Burying his head deep in her neck, he nuzzled and gnawed at her skin. Iveca felt his hardness pushing against her. She had no choice, no want or way to stop the huge tip, which felt like it couldn’t possibly be any bigger, from entering her. She turned her head away from him as it found her opening and entered, with it new waves of fiery pleasure and pain, though not one she pushed herself away from, rocked her from her middle outwards through her entire body.

“It, it hurts! Ah, ahh…”

“I’m sorry…” He slowed a little, still inside her. He kissed her collarbone and whispered,   “Even if it hurts… I don’t think I can stop, Iveca.”