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Waking up in a cave in the mountains is strange. Used to waking up in her own bed chambers or in her tent on the battlefield.
Walls of rock surrounded her. The room wasn’t very big. The walls were only about three feet from the bed on each side. Tapestries hung on some parts of the wall depicting a variety of scenes. The bed was heavenly soft, her body sank into it like as if she were floating in the clouds. On top of her were various animal furs from a variety of animals. She couldn’t place most of them but she was sure the really big fluffy one was from a bison. Running her fingers down the hairs. The softness and weight are very relaxing.
Getting out of bed, she was surprised to find the room wasn’t freezing, it was cold, but not as cold as she thought a cave in the snowy mountains would be.
Hanging on a hook was a purple wool robe, she slipped it on hugging herself, reveling in the softness. Pulling the curtain away to a much bigger room. It was small, like the size of a cabin. A fireplace carved into the wall on one side and a small kitchen with a wood stove and a table and chairs on the other side. A large wooden door she assumed went back to the outside.
Prince Zachariah, her new husband, sat on a settee reading a book. He looked up and greeted her. His blonde hair tied up into a bun. A fire crackled from a few feet away in a place carved into the cold walls. The warm orange glow illuminating his face.
“What time is it?” she sat across from him, pulling her legs to her chest and tucking her feet into her dress.
“Almost noon. I actually was just about to come get you. Food was just delivered and I figured since you hadn’t eaten since the wedding last night you would want some.” Zachariah gestured to a small table with a variety of meats, cheeses, fruits and a tea set sitting on a tray. Immediately stalking over and helping herself to some crackers with some goat cheese, moaning in savory content. “How long have we been here?” Zachariah joined her. “We got in late last night. You fell asleep on the carriage ride. I carried you in.” She blushed. Reaching for the tea pot and pouring a cup. Taking a sip she immediately spat it out in an un-princess like manner.
“What is that?”
Zachariah saw the tea cursed under his breath. She was certain she wasn’t supposed to hear but she did.
“What?” she inquired. The amber tea smelled and tasted sickly sweet, like the sweetest sugar made into a syrup, then poured into a tea cup.
“You don’t have this in your country?”she shook her head, gesturing for him to explain. But instead his face became flushed and he looked…..embarrassed? Fumbling over his words like he couldn’t quite get his sentence started.
“Zachariah, will you just tell me.” she finally implored him. He sighed.
“We call it The Royal Trick. It’s to…..well invigorate you.”
“Like coffee?”
“No, much more….. intense. For helping to encourage a newly married couple into….well making a child. I’d wager my father insisted we be given this.”
Sasha choked on a grape.”You mean the tea is supposed to make us fuck?”
Zachariah smirked. “Well the whole point of this time away. To make an heir.” Two weeks ago they’d been adversaries. Now they were newlyweds. Their marriage had been part of a peace agreement. But the only way the agreement would work is if an heir was produced from their union. And in order for an heir to be made….
They had to fuck.
“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to.” She stared at the drink. Contemplating. Sahabet She knew this would happen eventually. “Fuck it lets see where the day takes us.” taking the teacup and chugging the tea in three sips. Grabbing a handful of grapes and returning back to her seat on the couch, back to the fire seeking warmth.
Zachariah stared at her in shock. The shock wore off relatively quickly though and he picked up his own cup of tea. Cheersing to her and then downing his own cup.
Nothing happened. At first.
Minutes passed and nothing.
She wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen. Was something supposed to happen?
“It takes a minute to work into your system Allasashan. It doesn’t make you instantly jump my bones.” Zachariah said, sensing her anticipation.
She scrunched her nose at the sound of her full name. “Please call me Sasha. That’s what everyone who is familiar to me calls me.” His majesty cocked an eyebrow. “Oh so we are familiar now?” her cheeks reddened. “Not yet. But we are gonna be eventually. Right?” She didn’t want to have a marriage where they remained strangers. She’d heard of arranged marriages being that way and the thought terrified her.
“I would like for us to be.” And to her surprise. They just talked. Telling stories of childhood and of close friends and family. The fire was starting to get really toasty so they both discarded their robes leaving her in her night dress and him in a simple pair of tan cotton pants and a white cotton shirt.
She was telling him a story from when she was nine and he started to tease her. “Oh I’m sure you were completely innocent.”
“I was.” she grabbed a pillow and swatted him with it. This led to them wrestling for the pillow. She had the upper hand but he was stronger and when he yanked the pillow she came flying towards him, her face a breaths away from his. Zachariah had put his hands out to keep their heads from knocking.
Zachariah’s hands were smooth. He hadn’t had to enlist in his country’s army or work for his title. His hands were that of a prince. And they felt like a warm heaven on her cheek. Pulling her forward, closing the gap between them, his lips claiming hers.
She’d kissed men before. But none kissed her like Zachariah was. His lips moving against her, tongue seeking hers, fingers knotted in her hair. Zachariah possessed her. And it was clear he wanted more. And she did too. Her skin felt hot. If she jumped in an ice bath right now steam would rise from the water.
She crawled into his lap, his fingers disappearing under her skirt, seeking and finding her wetness. Looking into his eyes she could see the tea was starting to have an equal effect on him. His eyes were dark, his breath heavy, and his bulging hardness could be felt through his pants. “I’m gonna fuck the future prince or princess of Ellva and Trent in here.” Two of his fingers slid in. Her mouth widened into a gasp which he met with his own mouth, slipping his tongue to accompany hers. Looping an arm around his neck, holding tight, her free hand bracing herself against his chest. His free hand rested on the small of her back, while his two fingers proceeded to slip back and forth inside her slowly. Pulling them out to the tips, then plunging back in till his knuckles rubbed against her lower lips. As her body adapted and began accommodating the intrusion her husband picked up the pace with his fingers.
Her body felt hot, sweat was starting to form on her forehead. “Zachariah.” she whined. “I need….I need.”
“Shhhhh.” he hushed her. Sahabet Giriş “I got you. Let go.” A rush of ecstasy followed. Rising high, building. Then crashing down on her. Zacharaih kept pumping his fingers, whispering words of encouragement, dragging out the first orgasm she’d ever had that’d been brought on by another person.
When the wave eased she rested against his chest. Zachariah’s lips pressed against her forehead, kissed down her face to her neck. Finding that one spot and sucking. Her hips grinding against the hardened bulge. Toes curling. How is the heat not satiated?
“Do you need more?”
“Please.” she whimpered. Reaching down she grasped the skirt of her cotton nightgown and pulled it over her head. She wore no breast binder and her underwear had already been torn off.
His dark brown eyes darkened at her begging. For the first time ever he was seeing his wife in all her glory. His gaze immediately went to the little pebbles on her breasts and his heart seized.
Her breasts were a gift. Pale skin tightened with arousal peaked with pale pink areolas. He could not ask for a more perfect set had he hired the best sculpture. She was by no means small. But they were not huge. He didn’t like obnoxiously voluptuous women. Wrapping his hands around both breasts, he groaned. They fit perfectly in his hands. And when she became pregnant with his child they would swell with milk to feed that child.
The thought of her swollen with his child made his cock hurt. Her hips widening, her belly growing, skin stretched, tits leaking with milk.
“You are so beautiful.” he praised, his lips wrapping around her left nipple, his hand squeezing and massaging the right. The moment the hard nub was consumed he moaned in satisfaction. Sasha ran her fingers in his hair, her cooing sounds encouraging him, continuing to grind against his hardness. Not even notice him standing with her in his arms, his hands resting on her exposed ass. Switching his mouth to the right breast, giving it equal attention. Sucking and lightly pulling on the nipple with his teeth.
Carrying her into the bedroom, pulling back the covers, and gently easing her down. The loss of skin to skin contact made her protest. But his shirt was soon off followed by his pants and quickly slipping in with her, hands finding her body, towering above her, hair framing both their faces, lining his dick with her entrance.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” he asked, brushing her hair out of her face. “Be honest.”
Her cheeks reddened, shaking her head. Many opportunities had presented themselves to her over the years. And never once had she been inclined to take one. And now here she
Zachariah said nothing, just kissed her, his hand gripping tightly to her hip holding her still with a possessiveness that made heat just pool in between her legs.
Adding pressure, his hardness meeting her lips, spreading, finding her hole, and pushing for entry. His new wife gasped at the intrusion.
Stretching and with a quick thrust of his hips a pain and fullness she’d never felt before.She dug her nails into her husband’s back muscles while he stilled. “Let it out, Sasha. GIve it back to me.” Following her instincts she held tight, biting down on his shoulder.
“Oh that’s it. Good girl. Bite down sweetheart.” He slowly increased his thrusts. Pulling out to the tip and pushing in deeper and deeper till she took the full hilt. She never thought that it would feel like this. The stretching, the pain, the pleasure. Sahabet Güncel Giriş “Zachariah.”
“You…feel….exquisite.” cupping her face to kiss her. “Absolutely exquisite. And you’re all mine. And I am going to fill you till you are full with my child.” The mention of Zacharaiah impregnating her turned her on more than she ever imagined it would. She moaned his name. Senses overwhelmed. Zachariah was looking as desperate for release as she. Forehead wrinkled and his muscles flexed. Pounding into her harder and harder.
“Cum with me Sasha.” Her muscles are tightening around him. His thrust got more savage, pumping in and out of her, pushing her higher and higher. His control was slipping. Thrusting her hips up to meet his, she groaned. Zachariah reached for one of her hands, their fingers interlaced, grounding themselves. “Fill me. Fill me. Fill me.” she came. Legs hooking around Zachariah’s back keeping him. He hollered his seed spurting into her cervix.
Coming down from the high, Zachariah remained inside, letting his seed soak.
“How are you still hard?” she was bewildered. Gently slipping out his cock still at attention rested against her thigh.
“I told you sweetheart. It’s the damn tea.” he kissed both her cheeks, then down her stomach. “I’m not done with you quite yet.” He must be right. Even though she’d already cum twice she needed more. Had to have more.
He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, a small shriek escaping her lips. “I will never be done with you.” a wet tongue licked up her spine. The sensation drew out a trail of goosebumps and her toes to curl. “Zachariah.”
“Mmmmm.” he purred like a feline.”You are MINE.” at the word mine he plunged back into her sopping core. Sasha buried her face into the mattress groaning. But Zacharaiah wanted more. “Come here.” strong arms pulling her up. “We’re not done till my seed is leaking from you.”
Her back was pressed to Zachariah’s chest. Her legs on either side of his. One arm was wrapped around her with the hand resting on her stomach and the other in between her breasts and lightly grasping her neck, forcing her to look into the mirror that hung above the headboard.
“Watch me fuck a child into you,” he grunted with a thrust. “Watch me fuck the heir of both our kingdoms into your womb. Watch us create the future ruler of half of Berevia.”
She reached back grasping the back on his head, and with the other arm holding his forearm to steady herself. “Yes Zachariah. Zachariah please.” she bounced on his royal cock willing for him to go harder. She couldn’t take her eyes off her abdomen where the obvious bulge from his cock pounding in her was. Watching his thick cock slide out to thrust back in, stretching her hole.
“Cum when I plant my seed in you.” His thumb found her clit, strumming it like the strings of an instrument. Already the wave was rising. Her legs were uncontrollable shaking. Zachariah grunted and groaned, she felt the splash of his seed flooding her cervix triggering her muscles to tighten and milk his cock.
They fucked three more times before their bodies collapsed in exhaustion. The bed damp from their sweat.
“Holy shit.” she panted desperate to catch a breath. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. Zachariah’s semen was leaking from between her legs. A wet spot forming on the sheets.
“I warned you.” Zachariah gasped, wrapping an arm around her. He was in as worn of a state as she. Hair matted to his forehead and neck, skinny sticky from sweat, heart racing. Staring up at the ceiling the ability to lift his head was gone.
“I didn’t think….holy shit.”
Exhaustion began setting in. The adrenaline wearing off and the physical exertion was starting to take its toll. Eyes grew heavy and sleep enveloping them both.
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