underneath
was nothing but darkness. Closer to the castle, the ward was empty but for one
drunken man singing to himself and stumbling about.
"Watch the drawbridge." His breath was hot against her ear.
His hands braced her hips, pressing her backside against him.
Nayla's anger slowly fizzled, but she ignored the familiar
heat burgeoning in her belly as she focused her eyes toward the lowered
drawbridge. The lights that usually lit the way were out but she could see a
few large figures running fast out the castle entrance. "What are they?"
"Don't you see?" His voice lowered, transforming to a
sensual tone. "Look harder, Nayla. I want you to see what I see." He skimmed
his hands over her waist, slowly up her stomach to cup her breasts with his
strong hands. "I want you to feel what I feel."
Her body defied her and she leaned back against his hard
abdomen and chest, feeling his solid length, thriving and ready.
He drew her earlobe into his mouth before releasing it. "Do
you see?"
"No," she said breathlessly, not caring about his game
anymore, even though she should. "Just tell me what's going on, Mace. I want to
go to bed with you and forget this entire evening. I thought I'd lost you
tonight. I want you to show me you're still here with me."
"I'm here." He squeezed her sensitive breast with one hand
while the other traveled down to her mound. He cupped her there and pressed a
finger against the fabric, finding her heat.
"Inside, please, now." Not out in plain view of whoever
decided to stroll out into the ward. Lord, what would they think of their Queen
then?
"No, here." He leaned forward, forcing her to bend over the
guardrail. His knee wedged between her legs, separating them, letting his
finger find her sensitive clitoris. "You have to trust me, love."
"I will. I promise." She rocked against his hand, wanting
more. If she were quiet, no one would think to look up.
"Good," he murmured and gathered her skirt, inching it up
until cool air prickled her rear.
She hadn't worn undergarments for the past several days,
after learning he'd tear them off of her each time, anyway. They'd grown to be
an annoying barrier, not worth the time. She smiled to herself, wondering what
her country would think of her impropriety.
But his warm cock against her backside pulled her from her
thoughts. He wedged his soft unyielding flesh between her butt cheeks and slid
it against her anus. She whimpered, but remembered to keep her voice down.
"Did that human ever fuck you here?" He wet his finger and
nudged it against her taut puckered entrance.
She gasped at how sensitive she was there. "Mace?" She
turned her head to see his unsmiling face.
"Did he?"
"No. Never."
"But he did fuck you." It wasn't a question. He didn't wait
for a response as he spread her folds and inserted his finger into her drenched
pussy.
Her walls clenched against the abrupt entry. He groaned
behind her and slid in farther, pressing up against her responsive channel.
"No one will ever have you here again, Nayla. This is mine."
He removed his finger and quickly replaced it with his hard, thick cock. He
lunged forward, lodging himself deep inside her, pushing into her tight
passage. "And this is yours," he whispered against her ear. His arm wrapped
around her, encompassing her entire body, possessing her.
Nayla couldn't hold back a moan any longer. The sweet
pressure building up inside her burned and twisted, surging up her belly and down
her thighs to her toes. "Ah, Mace. Make me come."
He slid out halfway and drove back in, filling her to the
hilt. With his hands now on her hips, he held her against him, not letting her
move as his cock crammed against her uppermost depth.
"Yes, yes." She held tight to the balcony railing and lifted
her buttocks high toward him, allowing him even more of her.
"Ah, love." He moved his hand to her butt cheek and rubbed
it, squeezed it. "Your ass is ripe and ready for me. Only me."
Nayla closed her eyes and inhaled in as his
was nothing but darkness. Closer to the castle, the ward was empty but for one
drunken man singing to himself and stumbling about.
"Watch the drawbridge." His breath was hot against her ear.
His hands braced her hips, pressing her backside against him.
Nayla's anger slowly fizzled, but she ignored the familiar
heat burgeoning in her belly as she focused her eyes toward the lowered
drawbridge. The lights that usually lit the way were out but she could see a
few large figures running fast out the castle entrance. "What are they?"
"Don't you see?" His voice lowered, transforming to a
sensual tone. "Look harder, Nayla. I want you to see what I see." He skimmed
his hands over her waist, slowly up her stomach to cup her breasts with his
strong hands. "I want you to feel what I feel."
Her body defied her and she leaned back against his hard
abdomen and chest, feeling his solid length, thriving and ready.
He drew her earlobe into his mouth before releasing it. "Do
you see?"
"No," she said breathlessly, not caring about his game
anymore, even though she should. "Just tell me what's going on, Mace. I want to
go to bed with you and forget this entire evening. I thought I'd lost you
tonight. I want you to show me you're still here with me."
"I'm here." He squeezed her sensitive breast with one hand
while the other traveled down to her mound. He cupped her there and pressed a
finger against the fabric, finding her heat.
"Inside, please, now." Not out in plain view of whoever
decided to stroll out into the ward. Lord, what would they think of their Queen
then?
"No, here." He leaned forward, forcing her to bend over the
guardrail. His knee wedged between her legs, separating them, letting his
finger find her sensitive clitoris. "You have to trust me, love."
"I will. I promise." She rocked against his hand, wanting
more. If she were quiet, no one would think to look up.
"Good," he murmured and gathered her skirt, inching it up
until cool air prickled her rear.
She hadn't worn undergarments for the past several days,
after learning he'd tear them off of her each time, anyway. They'd grown to be
an annoying barrier, not worth the time. She smiled to herself, wondering what
her country would think of her impropriety.
But his warm cock against her backside pulled her from her
thoughts. He wedged his soft unyielding flesh between her butt cheeks and slid
it against her anus. She whimpered, but remembered to keep her voice down.
"Did that human ever fuck you here?" He wet his finger and
nudged it against her taut puckered entrance.
She gasped at how sensitive she was there. "Mace?" She
turned her head to see his unsmiling face.
"Did he?"
"No. Never."
"But he did fuck you." It wasn't a question. He didn't wait
for a response as he spread her folds and inserted his finger into her drenched
pussy.
Her walls clenched against the abrupt entry. He groaned
behind her and slid in farther, pressing up against her responsive channel.
"No one will ever have you here again, Nayla. This is mine."
He removed his finger and quickly replaced it with his hard, thick cock. He
lunged forward, lodging himself deep inside her, pushing into her tight
passage. "And this is yours," he whispered against her ear. His arm wrapped
around her, encompassing her entire body, possessing her.
Nayla couldn't hold back a moan any longer. The sweet
pressure building up inside her burned and twisted, surging up her belly and down
her thighs to her toes. "Ah, Mace. Make me come."
He slid out halfway and drove back in, filling her to the
hilt. With his hands now on her hips, he held her against him, not letting her
move as his cock crammed against her uppermost depth.
"Yes, yes." She held tight to the balcony railing and lifted
her buttocks high toward him, allowing him even more of her.
"Ah, love." He moved his hand to her butt cheek and rubbed
it, squeezed it. "Your ass is ripe and ready for me. Only me."
Nayla closed her eyes and inhaled in as his
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