I know Mirella is having a hard time adjusting to my world. Her sadness is too much for my heart. It's not her fault if she knows nothing about our customs.
Leonard will supervise the kingdom as I take time to spend with my wife. She comes first, and I need to introduce her to our ways and acclimate her to our food.
My healer tells me that her stomach might be sensible to cooked meat. According to him, my best option is to introduce her to fruit first.
I prepare a surprise. Blindfolding her, I guide my lover to our bedroom. Mirella giggles and asks a million questions. Her happiness is contagious, and I'm glad her spirit is lit up from the earlier gloominess. The servants have displayed the fruit on the bed. When I remove the blindfold, she sees oranges, peaches, strawberries, nectarines, and grapes on circular plates.
Her laughter stops. Circling, I put my hands on her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
Blinking, she faces me. “What is it and why is it on our bed?”
“It's fruit. We eat it. I want you to know the names of our food and for you to try it and decide what you like and don't like.”
“What's wrong with what I eat?”
“Now that you are living with us, there's a lot more options to what you can eat,” I explain.
“Okay.”
Rubbing her shoulders, I add, “I'll teach you the names of these fruits. I'll show you how to eat them. We'll do it together, so you can find out which ones you like more.”
“I'm not hungry,” she whispers, putting her hands on her stomach.
I smirk and lower my head to speak into her ear. “You don't need to be hungry. You just need to indulge me on this and come to bed with me. I'll show you how fun it can be to eat in bed.”
“Fun?”
I turn her around and kiss her forehead, inhaling the sweet perfume of her hair. “Yes, my love. Eating can be fun.” My finger touches her chin, and I raise her face. “Once you take off this dress and join me in bed, I'll show you.”
Her cheeks blush, and she giggles, clutching her fingers to my coat. “It would be a lot better if you helped me out of these suffocating clothes. I can't understand how women can breathe and move around dressed like this.”
My index finger caresses her jaw. “We need them to protect us from cold and to keep the beauty of our wives to our eyes only.”
Mirella pouts. “I don't like how the other women look at you.”
“I don't like how the other men undress you with their eyes,” I whisper close to her lips.
Moaning, she reaches for my mouth. Our lips touch and rub, and hunger grows in the pit of my stomach. I fear that I won't be able to restrain myself. I want to have her here and now. All I want is my hands pulling up her skirts, so I can drown my aching erection between her legs. Her tight pussy is all I can think about.
“My breasts hurt,” she complains as her teeth taunt my lower lip. “I need you to suck them.”
My head spins with her demand.
She spreads kisses on my face. “Why do we need to leave the bedroom during the day? Can't we forget about the world for a couple of days?”
Her idea pleases me. I just don't have the luxury of leaving my kingdom unattended for very long.
My hands caress her behind and pull her against my erection. “We have all eternity for us, my queen.”
“Eternity is not enough,” she whimpers.
I suck her lip as her hips sway against my pelvis. My hands grab at the laces on her back. With a shred of rationality, I turn her around and untie her dress. I pull down her sleeves and peel off the first dress. There's a tunic underneath, keeping our skins apart.
Blinded by desire, I walk her to the bed, push the fruits aside. They roll to the end of the bed and bounce on the floor. I sit her on the fur blanket. Straightening up, I shrug off my coat, unfasten my trousers, and watch as she unties the laces of her tunic. Her breasts are plump and round against the fabric. My mouth waters at the vision of her pink nipples as she slides her tunic down her arms.
My voice is husky. “You are so beautiful, my love.”
She bites her lower lip and her eyes land on my swollen crotch.
Lowering, I slide the skirt up her legs. Mirella's lips pout, waiting for my kiss. This woman makes my blood boil and my insides flutter with untamed lust. I can’t believe how lucky I am for finding her.
Mirella’s breathing hitches as she fights to release herself from the corset. I open her legs, my finger kneading at her soft skin. She shivers, her cheeks redden and her eyes glow with desire. I kiss her lips and taste her mouth. My hand tears the fabric of her undergarment, freeing her breasts that pop out and sway in front of my eyes. I cup them with my hands and touch her nipples with my tongue. My queen tilts her head back, offering herself to me.
I want to keep playing, but my erection aches too much. I use one hand to free my shaft. My pants roll down my legs. I nudge apart her legs, probe with my thumb, and find the plump flesh of her pussy. It's hot and wet just how I like it. My fingers explore her sensitive spots and her gasps and moans of pleasure fuel my resolve in satisfying her. My thumb presses against the entrance and circles around the hard nub. My cock can't take it anymore. I move back, grab her legs, and bring her to me. Her head falls back, followed by her back hitting the mattress. Her hair covers the quilt as she closes her eyes and exhales.
I thrust forward as my cock finds its way between her legs. I rub my shaft between her folds and press it hard enough to make my pain feel like pleasure. I shudder as energy courses through my veins. My balls collide against her entrance, and she shrieks in delight. Gently, I place her legs over my shoulders and use one hand to guide my tip to her core. Even with as wet as she is, the idea of hurting her haunts my thoughts.
Pushing forward, her walls give way to my length and close around my inflamed cock. It's paradise. Her insides are tight and warm, pressing against my hunger. I surround her waist with one arm and move my hips back and forth. My other hand reaches for her breasts.
She watches me through narrowed eyes as her tongue wets her lips. She moans and sways, trying to meet my thrusts.
I command her pleasure and try to prolong mine as I slow down before I explode inside her.
“You feel so good, my love,” I moan, high on my lust for her.
“Faster,” she demands as her fists grab the quilt.
I obey and secure both hands to her legs as I fill her up, over and over again.
“I’ve been daydreaming about this all day. I can't take my hands off you,” I mumble, breathless from the effort.
Her walls tighten and milk my staff. Her moans get louder and louder until she shrieks and comes once, twice. I can't take it anymore and spill my seed into her womb. I want to have children with this goddess. Chubby babies running in the corridors of our castle. But, before that happens, I want to continue to make love to her until I can't move.
I press harder and stay inside her. My cock eventually stops spasming. I'm not satisfied, but I'm less hungry for her, and I can resume my initial plan.
Caressing her thighs, I step back and watch her seemingly abandoned body.
I rub her knees. “Honey, are you okay?”
She sighs. “I want more.”
Grabbing her in my arms, her hair cascades like a waterfall, and I take her to the bathing area.
“I’ll give you much more, but we need to clean ourselves before we start your lesson about what we eat on dry land.”
Her arms lace around my neck and, smiling, she kisses me. "I like to play with you in the water.”
“I know you do,” I tease back.
Even if she’s tall for a woman, she feels petite in my arms. The perfect size to curl up against me and make my heart feel alive and mad with happiness. She’s the part of me that was missing, and we were made from the same clay the gods used to form us when life was created. She’s my soulmate, my eternity, and my reason to exist.
Now that she’s safe, nothing can break us apart.
THE END