“I can be good, and I can be evil.” I squeeze her neck more. “You want the good. Trust me on that. Don’t try to pull out the evil by trying to prove something. Stop engaging in a battle of wills.”
Slowly I lean into her, kiss her full on the lips, hungry for the taste of her. Squeezing her neck a little tighter but making sure her breaths can escape her pouty lips, I dance my tongue with hers.
Not wanting to, I pull away, releasing my choke on her. “You aren’t in control here. I am.”
Grabbing her by the hand, I walk us quickly back to the villa. I know if I don’t, I will reveal just how out of control I actually feel.
I’ve also come to realize one big fact…
I want to fuck her.
I need to fuck her.
Maybe if I do, she won’t have so much power over me. Maybe once I have a taste, I won’t feel so ravenous all the time. I have to do something. Anything.
I’m done waiting. I’m done playing games. I’m done restraining myself.
I want to be inside her tight little cunt.
But if I do claim what will ultimately be mine, I sure as fuck am not going to do it for her first time in the mud by the river. I’ll save that kind of dirty for another time.
No, Lyriope deserves more. She deserves to have her virginity taken in a more dignified way. She’s a queen, and she deserves a man who can worship that pussy for the first time.
I’ll elect myself to be that man. Fuck yes, I will. But not here.