Aruk groaned as she revealed her breasts, her taut nipples beaded beneath the glimmering fabric. “No taste have I had yet, wife.”
Right arm outstretched to his, she braced her left beside his head and bent over him. Hungrily he latched on to her nipple through the gossamer, sucking at that taut peak.
Pleasure shuddered through her. So hot his mouth was. Every flick of his tongue and pull upon her breast filled her entire body with liquid fire.
“With their hands bound,” her father said, “more slack is needed in that chain. She is not tall enough to stretch over him.”
Pleasure fled.
“Only me, wife,” Aruk rumbled softly against her breast. “Only me. Now bring your sweet cunt to my mouth, or never will your virgin sheath stretch easily for my cock.”
Only with more slack in the chain could this be done. But those guards were not here. With heat and tongue, she kissed her husband as one guard placed the point of his sword against Aruk’s throat and two others carefully unfastened the chain from the bed post. They doled out more length before swiftly locking it again.
“Now mount him, daughter.” Impatience hardened her father’s voice.
“I am not ready!” she snapped back over her shoulder. “Look at the size of him! He will tear me apart.”
“I will find oil to rub on her cunt,” Fin Ketles suggested.
“Rub it instead on your cock and then set it afire,” Jalisa hissed. “You will never touch me, you rotting codpiece.”
“To my mouth, wife,” Aruk growled. “Now.”
She did, lifting the gossamer hem so she might see his face. His gaze locked upon hers as his mouth locked over her cunt. His tongue slicked and teased and there was pleasure here again, swimming through her in hot waves. But there was rage, too. Rage that he was chained. Rage that she was forced to do this.
Softly he kissed her clit. “Only me, wife.”
Only him. Only the love she had for him, pressing away all the rage and fear. She let that sweet emotion fill her, until there was nothing else but Aruk and how much she loved him. Wet lust slicked her inner thighs as she moved down to straddle his stomach, yet it was only love that Jalisa tasted when she kissed his mouth, glistening with her arousal.
Only love on her lips as she said to him again those words. “I love you, Aruk.” And that love was on her lips when Jalisa rose over his cock and spoke different words, but they still had the same meaning. That she loved him.
And she would free him.
His big body tensed as she fitted the broad head of his cock to her virgin entrance. Realization flared over his battered face. “No, Jalisa—!”
With his name on her lips, she took the full length of his shaft into her cunt with one hard downward stroke. Pain speared through her, a hot flare at her entrance as her maidenhead tore and spilled her virgin’s blood, a burning pressure where his thickness wedged deep inside her.
So deep inside her.
With a ragged cry, she fell forward, bracing her hands on his chest. His heart thundered under her palms.
“Jalisa!” Hoarsely he called her name. “My wife, my princess. Tell me you are well.”
Chest heaving, she looked up at him. “So very well.”
His gaze searched hers, then down the length of her body, and she read the question he did not ask.
“I cannot tell if it scaled,” she whispered huskily. All she could feel was his cock inside her sheath. Her head rolled back and unable to help herself, she swiveled her hips, stirring his heavy shaft deep within. “Oh, my husband. You feel so good.”
“Then use me for your pleasure, wife,” he said in a low and urgent voice. “And tell to me the spell.”
“To weaken a link in each chain,” she gasped, rising and falling. “You’re so deep inside me, Aruk.”
“And there I will stay, for this crimson ribbon I will not unbind. But you must hold tight.”
So she would. Rising the length of his cock, she kissed him before sliding back down, her inner muscles clinging to the thick shaft spearing the full depth of her cunt.
Aruk groaned beneath her, and it was but the rumble of a deeper roar that built within him, vibrating through his chest. With a mighty heave, he snapped the chains holding his arms and legs.
Then her father got a true rise from him, as Aruk arose from the bed with death in his eyes. Jalisa clung to him with her left arm circling his neck, her legs wrapped around his hips, and his cock buried deep. With their hands bound together, she knew he would not be wielding a weapon with it. Instead he locked his forearm over the small of her back, and though that made Jalisa hold her own arm at an awkward angle, it was not a painful one.