“I’m yours, your grace…all yours.”
~Hang on…did she say your grace?~ this entered his mind, as he tipped his head back and let out a loud roar of delight. It was coupled with slight confusion. She wasn’t remembering who she was yet. His initial plans to shock her into remembering weren’t working, but my god, was she turning him on like this. A devilish smile upon her full lips, and he was in love with her all over again.
“Oh yes…yes…YOU…ARE!” He roared loudly, as his body tensed, and then he gave her three last thrusts, that would cause her breasts to bounce up and down, water splashing all over the floor, as he thickened within her tight canal. He gripped her with his claws pressing into her flesh, the electric like charge that ran throughout his whole body, as he came forcibly within her. Chuckling darkly, he withdrew from her, and then winked, as he suddenly dived beneath the waters which frothed and bubbled at the heat of his skin. As she lay against the side of the tub, she would start to feel something slinking between her legs. Like a snakes tongue, it moved and then….it entered her sweet hole, as his claws teased and pulled at her luscious folds His horns were just out of the water, and if she so desired, she could use them to guide his head, to pleasure her to the end of the earth. His tongue fed in and out of her, growing thicker, as bubbles popped on the surface of the water. A sly hand groping her right breast. She would have a great deal of trouble controlling herself when he assaulted her so…especially underwater.
If she wasn’t going to remember him…she was never going to forget this.
As Selene drew blood from the demon, she felt him pound into her harder and it pulled a scream of ecstasy from her lips as she dragged her fingers down his back. She needed this, and she could feel herself working towards something that made her body writhe uncontrollably underneath him. Though she could not remember her husband, her body quickly fell back into the movements of fucking her mate just right. As her fingers raked down his back, she began to pant underneath him “Don’t stop, your grace…please! Don’t stop!” And he didn’t. Joffrey continued to pound her against the side of the tub and she had to clench the sides as water spilled out to keep in place. She did not fight him, did not try to escape as this large beast of a man continued to take her. Though he was making love to her as a demon, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
His claws soon dug into her and she whimpered as pain and pleasure began to tango within her womanhood. Biting her lip, she smiled devilishly and pressed her breasts against his chest. Turning her face into the crook of his neck, she began to nuzzle him as though thanking him for an amazing ride.
But Joffrey soon pulled from her and she pouted instantly as he withdrew from her core. Selene went to reach for him as if begging for more, but he winked at her and disappeared under the water. She stared at his horns in confusion until she felt his tongue enter where his large manhood just commanded. Gasping, she gripped the tub again as her head fell back. Inhuman moans began to pour from her lips as she squirmed under the pleasure of his tongue. Her moans grew louder and louder and as Joffrey fell into a rhythm, her hands moved from the side of the tub to grasp his horns. Taking control, she began to guide his tongue and lips against her core as her feet moved to pin him against her. She never wanted this to end and she felt herself almost reaching the top of her sexual peak.
His hand gripped her breast and she loved the way all of his grasps were possessive. Regardless of her title or where she came from, she belonged to this demon wholly. It didn’t take long under his assaults before climax came crashing down on her like a large tidal wave. She yelped out “Your grace!” and soon grew limp under him as divine exhaustion over took her body. Purring softly, she squirmed a bit lazily against the side of the tub and spoke so soft it was hardly above a whisper “Joffrey…”
“My Sweet Angel.” He replied, rising up out of the bath and stepping over the side, getting water everywhere. The demon reached for a large towel and began to dry himself off, keeping his back to her, while she finished cleaning herself, or caught her breath, one or the two. As he rubbed himself over, he slowly started to morph back into that of his human like form. Perhaps it was the sex that did it, relaxing in himself, and this meant he could get dressed at least. His black wavy hair at limp on his shoulders, and he didn’t seem to care to brush it or not. Adorned in a long black coat and suit, he looked every bit the prince he was, and he then sat on the edge of the bed, watching Selene.
“We…really need to talk.”
When her dark lover sat on the side of the tub, Selene finished washing up. That was the whole point of her bath to begin with, after all. As she finished up, Joffrey said that they had to talk. Sighing softly, she stood up from the tub and brushed rose petals off her body. She knew this time had to come eventually. The princess was supposed to be acting on behalf of her family, not bedding the prince of Brax that had just lost his wife. Was he going to tell her this couldn’t happen again? Did he just want to have sex with her as only a bed companion? Brushing those thoughts from her mind, she forced herself to remain positive. She knew then and there that she loved this man, and she wouldn’t allow dark fears to corrupt the beautiful moment they just shared.
Climbing out of the tub, she toweled off as rose petals still clung to her hair. She didn’t bother picking them out as they still gave her that alluring fragrance. Letting the towel fall to the ground, Selene grabbed a thin white robe that was sheer and really did nothing to hide her body. The fabric clung to her wet body and revealed her womanly assets, but at least the bed wouldn’t be too drenched. Walking over to the bed she had no idea they once shared, Selene stretched out and rested her head in her hand as her elbow propped up. Looking towards Joffrey with a loving smile, she spoke softly in her angelic voice “What is troubling you, your grace?”
Selene’s memory loss was now a real issue, and he knew he couldn’t just blurt out that she was his wife. Chances were she wouldn’t believe him anyways. Tapping his bottom lip, trying to think of how to handle this delicately, since he was back to his human like form, he took her hands and looked deep into her eyes.
“In my life, I have only ever loved one woman, my wife Selene. A true angel, a Casterly…very much like you. So like you its uncanny. Before I met her, I was a right bastard, and did all manners of things that you would probably find abhorrent. She changed me, and for want of a better word, for the better. We had a beautiful daughter, a wonderful marriage, but there was a dark side to her…one that even I didn’t understand. Maybe, I should have paid her more attention than I did, but as a Father, you find you have responsibilities to care for your children.”
Joffrey sighed and then drew her onto his lap, holding her to him.
“I wish you could see what I do. I love you…the same way as I do my wife. In fact I never stopped loving you, through everything.” He whispered.
On her knees, she kept her head bowed low, but she heard his heavy footfalls, and the sound of the fabric of his pants rustling as he went to extract his thick member and expose it to her lips.
” Now this is the way a proper whore should behave!” He exclaimed, and Minerva could hear the lust in his voice.
“My King is generous to offer his shaft to my eager lips.” Minerva replied, and wiggled on her knees, as she tipped her head just enough, that he could gaze down at her, and watch as she started to plant kisses on the head. She released a purr of delight, that sounded so erotic, as she started to lick up and down the length of his shaft. Her blonde tresses fell free from their bond, and tumbled down her shoulders, as she drew back and looked up at the King with a smile.
“I want more.” It was then she parted her lips, and slowly sucked him in, her tongue winding around and lapping his length, before she started to rock back and forth on her knees, taking him in again and again, making wild sounds that reverberated from her throat. She was able to tighten her jaw and then used the suction to draw him in deeper. Course her hands were behind her back, truly submissive, with her breasts bouncing as she took him with an eagerness he may not have seen in a whore before. Her mouth was truly magical. In more ways than one.
Looking over quietly at the other whore Magda he dismissed her with a wave, “You may leave.”
As she took his cock fully in he gasped feeling her mouth work upon him. He gripped into the walls raking them deeply and feeling the onslaught of her suction he fought desperately against her onslaught. She wanted to taste him though this talented mistress he thought. She might make better than a whore he thought to himslef idly as he erupted his hot seed deep in her mouth, in a rush .
You never did tell me your name m’lady he said as he pulled her close against him, I might want to have it if I’m to keep you around for any length of time. I’t would not do to keep calling you whore. besides I think your much more talented than that. A follower of Lys for certain. He grinned in spite of himself
Roughly pulled against him, her nipples perked against his chest, and she had a purr to her voice as she licked the last drops from her lips.
“You never did tell me your name M’lady” The King said, and Minerva bowed her head, whispering softly. “Minerva, your Grace.” She knew by his tone, and the way he expressed his enjoyment of her sex act, that she was in a good position to get to know him a whole lot better. “I can be anything you want me to be, M’lord.” Acting still as a submissive, but happy to offer herself again if he so wished.
“And I have many talents to please you, M’lord.” She said, shyly looking up at him, before bowing her head again.
“Now let’s hear of these talent’s” he said in a firm and direct voice.
I would know what else someone with your skill of tongue could do he grinned devishly as he led her to the bed with a throbbing hard cock.
The King was pleased, very pleased, and his tongue licking her lips was a very intimate way of showing this. Minerva closed her eyes, and felt the roughness pass over her plump lips, which were slightly bruised from taking him so forcibly. But now, he had a raging hard member, and was keen to see what else was on offer. What possible gift could she give that was a talent so unique, that any man would pay a King’s ransom to enjoy, night after night.
Carried to the bed, she did chuckle softly at his boldness. A man that knew what he wanted and so asked her.
“I would know what else someone with your skill of tongue could do.” He said with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Sitting on the bed, she started to bend her body in ways, that could only be done by a contortionist. So flexible, the sexual positions he could enjoy with such a creature, would be nearly endless. But that was not all.
“Tis not my tongue that is special, M’lord.” The minx like witch then whispered to him, as she took his hand and slipped it down beneath her folds. He would be able to feel her hymen, which was by miracle, still intact.
“Every time, you take me, it is like the first. I am an everlasting virgin. I tighten for you, every time you wish me.” So in fact, her skin regrew, thus her hymen was replaced. What more could a man desire, than a virgin to bed each night, who had the skill of a high class whore. “My King…will never be unsatisfied….ever.”
She looked up at him shyly waiting for his reaction.