#carnal
Lilé felt it, too, but she thought the jolt was just a surge of pleasure, and she rode it with a moan, hips rocking back and forth. She could feel Valerian’s strength returning, and looked down at him, smiling.
“You look better already,” she teased, and leant forwards on one hand to kiss him. Her other hand stroked his long mane, and she sighed longingly. Lips kissed his throat, his chest, collarbone. “And you taste… so good.”
The halfling sat up to ride him again, this time more powerfully. She could sense his increase in energy, and of course she was going to make use of it. Taking his hand, she placed it over her breasts, encouraging him.
“Touch me, however you want to,” she breathed, groaning between words. “Let me bring you back to full strength, my love. As you should be.”
The more her arousal coated his length, the stronger he became. As his palms cupped her breasts, he groaned at the way her nipples rubbed against his skin, and he easily flipped them both over, his length still sheathed inside her. Most men would have found it difficult to pull out by then, but he managed to do so, sliding down to lick hungrily at the wetness between her legs. Valerian was thorough: his tongue ran along her folds and pushed inside her, curling against the soft pink nub while sucking everything from her skin.
Her juices trickled down his throat and offered surges of energy, bringing back color to his cheeks and strength to his limbs. As he felt her thighs begin to tremble, he continued his feverish licking, eager to taste her orgasm the instant it hit. Their moans became one, and he barely gave her time to recover ( oh, how cruel! ) before he thrust back in, this time rolling his hips until he found that sweet, secret spot.
It was certainly unlike anything he’d done before, and the bed began to creak before finally crashing down onto the floor as the wooden legs buckled and broke. But he was a complete madman, eager to fill and satisfy her the only way the nymph king could.
“I think - that Illarion - might protest another - being named heir,” Lilé laughed shakily, groaning loudly as Valerian continued to thrust, relentless. “But yes. That’s what I want, my love. My King. Do as you wish. I am yours.”
She made sure to clench around him, playful even in the depths of need. Her fingers reached behind to grasp his hair, tugging in time with his hips rocking. He fit perfectly; it felt as though they had been made for each other. Perhaps this was what a soulmate meant.
Lilé purposely filled his mind with images of him fucking her on the throne, of her kneeling before him and taking him into her mouth, of smouldering gazes and filthy words. All that, she wanted. And more.
Valerian laughed too, the sound masked by the delighted shrieks of young schoolgirls who’d just hurried out of the elevator, smartphones aloft. Now they definitelyshouldn’t be seen. The thought of them being surrounded by all those people, some of whom were wondering where the sudden need to touch themselves was coming from, only spurred him on. “Figure of speech. Any child you give me will be my heir. Or heiress.” Illarion would inherit the throne when he came of age, but any and all of their children would receive something from him when they matured. It kept jealousy at bay.
“Hornyandinsatiable,” he commented upon seeing those lewd images. “Although I doubt your grandmother would like it if we did it on one of her armchairs. It’s difficult to get certain stains out from velvet.” He wondered if she even noticed that he’d already come once; with the way he continued to thrust, she might have missed it. But he was already nearing his second, and his grip on her waist tightened until he practically shoved her down on him with a muffled groan.
