But no. That would wait for our wedding bed. I still needed to feel that pussy on my cock, though.
She squealed as I pulled her down, her legs straddling me as my hands grabbed her hips. I tossed the panties aside and settled that soaking wet slit of hers on my shaft, her lips spreading on either side of it. And then I started to fuck her. I wasn’t going inside, but I held her fast and slammed my hips up against her, my cock sliding over her clit again and again, making her cry out.
She started to shake, her hair tumbling down in my face, her cries crashing over me. I leaned up, capturing a pink nipple in my lips and sucking hard as I ground against her again and again.
I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, my cock throbbing hard against her — dripping and sticky with her juices and my pre-cum.
This was going to be my queen.
The mother of my heirs.
Mine.
With a roar, I yanked her hard against me, thrust once more, and suddenly just let go. I could feel her coming, her pussy flooding my cock and balls with juices just as I erupted. The cum rushed from my balls out through my cock, spurting out in thick ropes. Cum covered my abs and coated her belly. A few spurts even reached the underside of her breast as we both crashed tougher, screaming into each other’s mouths.
We slowed, until our slick, sticky bodies rubbed slowly together.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes yes yes.”
I grinned as I wrapped her in my arms. “I haven’t asked yet,” I chuckled. “Not officially.”
“Well, I’m going to say yes.”
I spun her over, watching her gasp as I lay next to her and brought my hand between her legs. My fingers found her molten, slippery cunt, and immediately, I slid two easily inside.
She moaned.
I started to pump them in and out, catching her still coming down from her recent climax.
“Princess Imogen,” I groaned, my thumb brushing over her clit and making her start to immediately seize up as the pleasure rocked through her.
“Will you…”
I fingered her faster, my hand grinding against her pussy as she struggled to keep her eyes open and on me.
“Do me the honor…”
My thumb rolled over her clit, my fingers curling inside. She was close, and I knew it.
“I—” she gasped, the climax about to break over her.
“Of marrying me, and being my queen?”
My thumb rubbed her clit hard, my fingers curled deep.
And she erupted.
“Yes!” she gasped, throwing her head back and arching her back off the bed as I demanded the orgasm from her body. She thrashed, her cries filling the room and her slick juices coating my hand before she finally collapsed. She came down, opening her eye to see me grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary.
“So that’s a yes?”
“That’s a yes,” she breathed.
“I’ll speak to your father tomorrow morning.”
She grinned at me.
“We’re— we’re really doing this?”
“Yes we are,” I growled. “And I won’t take no for answer from him.”
“You’re coming back in the morning?”
I grinned, leaning down to kiss her, my cock hardening against her thigh.
“Coming back? No, Princess,” I growled. “I won’t be leaving.”
Her eyes went wide. “But— you can’t just stay—”
“Oh yes I can,” I growled lowly, loving the way her face lit up when I said it. “Besides, I have so much more to teach you before our wedding.”
She bit her lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes please,” she whispered. “What comes next?”
“Next?”
I grinned.
“Next I need your to get on your knees, and open that pretty mouth.”
She moaned, fingers tightening on my skin as she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.
“Yes, my prince.”
I groaned loudly.
Epilogue
Imogen
The door had barely slammed shut behind us when I attacked him. My husband groaned as I threw myself into him, arms and legs wrapping around him as my mouth hungrily sought his lips.
Hands cupped my ass tightly, making me moan into his lips as he pulled me tight against his body. He whirled, stalking across the big, stone-walled room towards the huge, canopied bed.
Our wedding bed, where my king was about to claim me as his own.
It’d played out exactly as he’d said it would. He’d spent the night with me the evening of the ball, and true to his word, there was a lot he had to show me. He showed me how to cum harder than I’d ever cum before, screaming his name as his tongue and his fingers drove me to places I’d never been before. He showed me how to wrap my lips around his huge cock, and how to run my tongue over every inch of him until his sweet, sticky cum filled my small mouth.
We’d come so close to giving in that night — so close to just saying screw it and letting him claim me then. Hell, I’d even asked him — begged him, even — multiple times. But my prince held fast, swearing he wouldn’t until we were wed. Instead, he’d teased me, letting the head of his cock brush over my clit again and again and I’d cum screaming his name as he pumped hot jets of his seed against my pussy.
Somehow, we’d slept a little that night. And the next morning, wearing the very suit he’d been in the night before, Prince Magnus strode through the halls of my father’s castle and politely asked for an audience.
My dad wasn’t exactly happy to see my suitor still in his freaking castle come the morning. And at first, things had looked not very good, until Magnus had sworn on his crown and titles that he hadn’t touched my innocence — that he’d only spent the night “getting to know the princess who would be his queen.”
…I mean, it wasn’t technically a lie, after all.
And after a long talk, and a long stroll together through the gardens, my father and Magnus returned, smiles on both of their faces.
Surprisingly, my father said yes. Magnus later whispered to me that he’d have stolen me away no matter what the answer was, but family was important to him.
The second surprise of the day came an hour later, when Prince Logan arrived at the palace also seeking audience. I’d whirled to my sister, my eyes wide as the dark Prince of Torsund — the beast who now looked so much more like the golden prince he’d once been — took a knee by my father’s throne and asked for Isla’s hand in marriage.
Actually, those weren’t the only surprises that morning, but then, those might be stories for another time.
We were married a week and a day after, the day after Isla and Logan’s wedding, and it was everything I could have ever imagined and more. We’d tumbled into the limousine after, attacking each other with hands and mouths as the door shut and the car drove off towards Magnus’s summer palace by the shore, where we’d be spending our honeymoon.