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baiting us.” She sighed, sinking down on a chair. “You should heed his advice.” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “You saw what you did as standing up to your father. But your father saw you siding with a despised enemy.”
Xander shook his head. “He was in the wrong, Avin. And it would not have mattered if it had been you or a squire he berated. I’d not have stood for it in my hall.”
“That’s all well and good,” she said. “But he does not seem the type of man who simply lets things go.”
Xander walked over, took her hands, and lifted Avin to her feet.
“Then perhaps we should practice how to make you appear more submissive.”
Avin smiled and seductively lowered herself to kneeling, her hands gliding down the king’s slim hips and sturdy thighs as she went. She looked up at him almost reverently as she moved her hands to the bulge under his tunic. In her eyes was an unspoken request: May I? Her master and king nodded, swallowing hard as her slim fingers danced over the fabric of his breeches, freeing his cock.
It was still as impressive as she remembered. He’d been her only lover, but she’d not needed to be with any other man to know that Xander was exceptionally well-endowed. Now one slim hand cupped his heavy balls while the other grasped the top of the huge cock that jutted from a nest of dark curls. She pushed the foreskin back, exposing the flared, ruddy head crowned with a drop of pre-cum. Avin leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lap away the fluid pearl. She swallowed and looked up at him through hooded eyes before turning back to the focus of her pleasure, and his.
Xander had taught her well back in those early days at Ravenscroft, had instructed her on how to fondle his balls while sliding the foreskin up and down his shaft with just the right amount of exquisite pressure. She’d not forgotten, and the king groaned, as helpless now as any slave in her warm hands. His groan grew deeper when her mouth joined her hands, the wet warmth gliding up and down. Avin relaxed her throat, feeling the sides of his huge cock sliding over her tongue that mapped the ridges, feeling the head bump the back of her throat.
She was still in tune with him, even now. She bobbed her blond head along with his slow thrusts as his balls tightened in her hands. She could feel his cock swelling with each oral stroke. He moaned when she moved back to run her tongue around the head before teasing the sensitive glans. She kissed him there, sweetly, and then took him in her mouth almost greedily, working him faster and faster, her hands reaching around to grasp his hard, muscular bottom as his huge hands fisted themselves in her hair. He held her, but did not direct her head. She was controlling the action now, and he was letting her. Allowing it. Avin loved the feeling of knowing that Xander could retake control, could turn the tables, but was choosing to remain lost in the pleasure she was giving him.
She could feel him about to spend, and relaxed her throat to receive his tribute. When it came, she swallowed the salty spurts rhythmically and then lapped him clean.
“Avin…” There was an ache in his voice, and when she looked up she saw a man satisfied but also pained, and felt the same agony he did. They should be enjoying this moment as man and wife. They should not have to hide their love. Pride and anger on both their parts had separated them, and he could not bring her back without fracturing a kingdom just starting to heal.
He lifted Avin to her feet, carried her to the bed. He sat down on the edge and held her. She put her ear against his broad chest, listening to the reassuring pump of his heart.
He could not stay; it would not do for the king to spend the night with the woman he’d made his slave.
Xander turned, placing her on the bed.
Neither said a word as he tucked his cock back into his pants. Before he left, he leaned down, tipped up her chin, and kissed her on the
Xander shook his head. “He was in the wrong, Avin. And it would not have mattered if it had been you or a squire he berated. I’d not have stood for it in my hall.”
“That’s all well and good,” she said. “But he does not seem the type of man who simply lets things go.”
Xander walked over, took her hands, and lifted Avin to her feet.
“Then perhaps we should practice how to make you appear more submissive.”
Avin smiled and seductively lowered herself to kneeling, her hands gliding down the king’s slim hips and sturdy thighs as she went. She looked up at him almost reverently as she moved her hands to the bulge under his tunic. In her eyes was an unspoken request: May I? Her master and king nodded, swallowing hard as her slim fingers danced over the fabric of his breeches, freeing his cock.
It was still as impressive as she remembered. He’d been her only lover, but she’d not needed to be with any other man to know that Xander was exceptionally well-endowed. Now one slim hand cupped his heavy balls while the other grasped the top of the huge cock that jutted from a nest of dark curls. She pushed the foreskin back, exposing the flared, ruddy head crowned with a drop of pre-cum. Avin leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lap away the fluid pearl. She swallowed and looked up at him through hooded eyes before turning back to the focus of her pleasure, and his.
Xander had taught her well back in those early days at Ravenscroft, had instructed her on how to fondle his balls while sliding the foreskin up and down his shaft with just the right amount of exquisite pressure. She’d not forgotten, and the king groaned, as helpless now as any slave in her warm hands. His groan grew deeper when her mouth joined her hands, the wet warmth gliding up and down. Avin relaxed her throat, feeling the sides of his huge cock sliding over her tongue that mapped the ridges, feeling the head bump the back of her throat.
She was still in tune with him, even now. She bobbed her blond head along with his slow thrusts as his balls tightened in her hands. She could feel his cock swelling with each oral stroke. He moaned when she moved back to run her tongue around the head before teasing the sensitive glans. She kissed him there, sweetly, and then took him in her mouth almost greedily, working him faster and faster, her hands reaching around to grasp his hard, muscular bottom as his huge hands fisted themselves in her hair. He held her, but did not direct her head. She was controlling the action now, and he was letting her. Allowing it. Avin loved the feeling of knowing that Xander could retake control, could turn the tables, but was choosing to remain lost in the pleasure she was giving him.
She could feel him about to spend, and relaxed her throat to receive his tribute. When it came, she swallowed the salty spurts rhythmically and then lapped him clean.
“Avin…” There was an ache in his voice, and when she looked up she saw a man satisfied but also pained, and felt the same agony he did. They should be enjoying this moment as man and wife. They should not have to hide their love. Pride and anger on both their parts had separated them, and he could not bring her back without fracturing a kingdom just starting to heal.
He lifted Avin to her feet, carried her to the bed. He sat down on the edge and held her. She put her ear against his broad chest, listening to the reassuring pump of his heart.
He could not stay; it would not do for the king to spend the night with the woman he’d made his slave.
Xander turned, placing her on the bed.
Neither said a word as he tucked his cock back into his pants. Before he left, he leaned down, tipped up her chin, and kissed her on the
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