She’s so wet from the orgasm I moan as I flick my tongue inside. She tastes amazing, her hot inner folds sweet and juicy. She cries out and bucks around on the ground. I feel a warmth spreading in my chest. I admire her so much for showing her pleasure. She’s the kind of woman who demands what she wants, and I live to give it to her.
I can’t wait anymore. She’s ready for me.
But will she be able to take the entirety of what I have to give her?
I lift myself to my knees and grab my belt, undoing the royal seal bestowed upon me by my oldest kin and king. Ruthlessly, I yank it aside. She watches, eyes hungry despite her trembling, as I reveal my full length.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, eyes widening, lips parting.
I growl again and my cock twitches, desperate to claim her.
I will be her first. And her only.
7
Simone
What the hell have I gotten myself into? All I know is this sure as hell wasn’t in the brochure! Trust me girl, all those pictures of fruit did nothing to prepare me for this!
But then again, nothing in the universe could’ve prepared me.
His dick is…beautiful. Like a sunset.
No, really. It’s gold and red and violet. Something shimmers along the surface, glowing like those last, glorious rays before they disappear into darkness.
Oh, and it’s big.
Like, really, really, really big.
Like…I don’t think that can fit inside me big.
Like…are we actually going to do this big?
“Simone,” he growls and his dick glows brighter, like the rising sun over the dunes. It gets so damn bright I actually wince and have to wait for my eyes to adjust to his light.
Finally, I do and look up into his silver eyes. He is my moon and my sun. His body, my untamable, elemental desert. Raw power. Pure control.
“I will never hurt you,” he vows.
I look into his silver eyes, burning with lust, glowing almost as intensely as his cock, and I know that his words are true. I trust him with everything—even my body.
He places his hands on my knees gently, waiting for me to open them.
I do.
He guides his massive light towards my entrance. I moan against his heat and length. The cave becomes alive with shadows as he teases me.
“You’re ready,” he tells me. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you become mine.”
I obey his command, opening my eyes, my body, my soul to him. He growls again, accepting my offering.
The tip of him splits me open. This is it. My eyes widen as he pushes gently but surely. When he reaches my barrier, there’s a moment of discomfort and my eyelids flutter.
“Simone,” he says, “Look at me.”
Again, I gaze up into his eyes, lit by a silver flame of desire…and something else. Something soft and at odds with his hard strength. Slowly, he pushes past my defenses. Then further, further still, claiming the deepest parts of my being.
A deep growl accompanies my moans as I arch against him. His hand is there at the small of my back, holding me to his muscular stomach, never letting me go. His masculine sound hums throughout my body, flooding my blood and reverberating my bones.
For so long, I’ve scraped and fought to survive on my own.
Never protected. Never comforted. Never loved.
Now, my body belongs to someone who protects and comforts me. And maybe what he feels for me isn’t love… but even still, I can’t help but give him my everything.
I am his.
My body moves instinctively against him, clenching at his length as he pulls back. He makes a low, strained sound and plunges back into me. Yes, I think, grinding against him. But just as I think I have him, he stills.
He pulls back and I cry out. I want him in me. Completely. He’s already marked my soul. I want to feel him flood my womb.
Outside, desert winds howl. Sand and wind and storm. It’s as if nature itself is responding to his passion. He grips my hips, driving deeper. Large, rough hands over my smooth curves.
Almost there. I see it in his eyes — his elemental, animalistic possession. I’m almost there, too. I can’t hold on any longer.
I claw at his bulging biceps, trying to grasp onto something — to feel anchored even as the intensity of my bliss threatens to consume me.
“It’s all right,” he rasps. “Let go.”
I do, crying out in pleasure. My body trembles with the force of my release. I soar above the raging storm, see the millions of stars I passed on my way to this planet. And through it all, he holds me.
And then I feel him filling me. I look up into his silver eyes and know that the most fragile, feminine part of myself now belongs to him. He has conquered me.
He leans over, kissing me as he slowly removes his massive length. It’s no longer glowing, but it still shines from my juices. Then, he pulls me into his warm arms, holding me with a softness so at odds with the brutal way he took me.
For many moments we are silent as our heartbeats slow. Then, I turn to him with a smile. “You’re not glowing anymore.”
“It stopped the moment I entered you.”
I tilt my head pensively. “So…is it like a flashlight?”
He growls and pulls me closer.
“I just want to know how it works,” I tell him. “For science.”
“It glows when I’m…ready,” he tells me.
Oh. I squeeze my legs together. “So it only lights up when you’re horny?”
“Yes.” He pauses. “And…around a potential mate.”
“So it doesn’t light up all the time?”
“No, it does not.” He nuzzles me. “Just for you.”
“But what if—”
“Simone,” he cuts me off. “Stop talking about my dick.”
“Why?”
He growls again, and then I see why. In fact, I see everything in the cave quite clearly.
“Oh,” I whisper, curling against him. “You’re ready to go again.”
“You’re too new.”
“Hey, I can take it!”
“I never said that you couldn’t.”
“Then let’s just…do it again.”
“It will take time for you to get used to my size,” he says.
So there will be a second time! I smile. “Today, I survived a plane crash, helped rescue the other passengers, fought off two alien scavengers, and lost my virginity on the rocky floor of a desert cave. I think I can go round two with your dick.”
He growls again. “I told you to stop talking about my dick.”
“Why? Too cocky to accept my challenge?”
His grin sends a delightful chill throughout my body, and then he has me on my back again.
8
Irriuth
I wake up next to the scent of desert roses and soft curves. My dick is rock hard. Thank God I’d slept naked. Pretty sure my cock would’ve blasted through my pants.
I blink and Simone is sprawled out next to me, her sleeping face calm and content.
Masculine pride fills me. Last night, I hadn’t allowed myself to sleep until my woman was fully satisfied.
Not your woman — your king’s woman.