'Yes. I have wanted you for so long. I wanted you so much that I have become twisted.'
How should she take what he was saying? She was confused; Ernest had only taken the love potion tonight which induced the affection for Amber. Did it come with a component that made the dosed person believe they have had a long-time affection for the person who drugged them?
Ernest kissed Amber who was thinking too much. (Zuben: Does not compute)
He began to move and the pain made her gasp opening her mouth. Ernest took advantage and slipped his tongue in. She accepted him.
A warm pleasure began to build over the pain and shame. If letting go was the way to get rid of the pain, she entangled her tongue with him.
Ernest was still and the pain started to ease.
She did not want him to move.
Ernest ran his hand from her hip, caressed her body up to her breast; wrapping his large hand around the small mound of flesh.
'Oh~'
'I promised to make it as big as you want, we have to keep at it.'
'Oh~ you promised to...oh~ ahn~'
Ernest smiled and kissed her quenching Amber' paltry resistance. He began to gently fondle her breast.
Even though, she had touched her breasts while bathing, she would never have thought they were this sensitive. Tonight she had come to learn they were an erotic weakness for her.
He rolled and crushed the hard nipple in the palm of his hand, sending pleasure signals shooting to her lower abdomen, which should be hurting.
'Ah, Ernest…' she cried.
'What's wrong? Do you still hurt?' he asked her knowingly. He was rubbing both her breasts with his palms, her hard coral nipples were swirled in the center of his palm lighting a sensual fire within her.
Watching her violet eyes, Ernest knew the difference between her discomfort and arousal. He dropped little kisses on her eyelids and the corner of her eyes, where her tears ran, her nose, her lips,
'I think they are beautiful enough,'
'What are you talking about?'
'Your breasts; they feel smoother than silk to the touch. I feel like they are just right for me. And smaller breasts are more sensitive…'
'Ah, how rude…' she replied impulsively forgetting Ernest's position. She blushed in mortification, but she could not take back her words.
'Ernest…'
'Amber, I love you.' he said.
She wondered if he liked being abused. (Zuben: You haven't abused him, Miss Independent Lady)
Maybe he liked to be scolded by a woman in a lower position to him. Ernest smiled happily, but the smile did not irritate her, rather, it made her heartthrob instead.
She wondered why… (Zuben: After all that molestation, you've fallen in a loaf)
She should not be happy being told her breasts were small. And she should not be attaching herself to a dangerous man who was happy to be insulted. (Zuben: How does that make him dangerous?) But Ernest's words did not belie any ridicule, his words gently wrapped around the soft part of Amber' heart.
Even though, he was dripping in sweat, his handsome and happy expression did not change. She watched him silently.
'Oh, that's right,' he muttered.
'I have to leave proof that you're mine alone.'
'Proof that what…? Hnn!' Ernest tucked his face into the crook of her neck and sucked hard on the delicate skin while rubbing her breasts. There was as slight pain followed by sweet sensations zipping thought her body.
'It came out beautifully colored.' (Zuben: it doesn't remain pink you numbskulls)
Just as he did before on her back and breasts, he began to suck on her skin till the patch became red like blooming flowers. (Zuben: Who comes up with this claptrap?)
Even the pain began to be converted to pleasure in her brain. Ernest kissed her and drank from her charming lips.
'Now you are mine alone.' he whispered hotly against her swollen lips.
To ensure she was his, he took her chastity, but this desire to monopolize her was born from the love potion. Yet, despite being aware of it in her head, her maiden heart that should have been thrown away a year ago was filled with the flame of lust hot enough to ignite her. Before Amber could feel guilty about it, Ernest began to move within her.
At first, he moved gently, but the inner walls of her vagina were tightly wrapped around his penis leaving no room to maneuver. Even the gentle moments created uncomfortable pressure and pain in her. 'You're so tight, Amber, can you endure?' he asked as he carried on.
But, something was rising from under the pain. Every time his manhood pushed forward into her, and pulled back, a pleasant feeling flowed from inside her through the walls making her tremble.
'Ernest-ahn~ ah~' In various sensations, Amber held onto Ernest's arm.
A subconscious affirmation.
Ernest took it and hugged her closer as he increased the speed of his sprint within her.
She could only moan and cling to him.
Did she feel good or was it painful?
She could not decide.
Ernest's muscular body rubbed against her soft one as he thrust in and out of her. He began to play with her breast again.
'N, ~aa~, there, ya~a' she cried surprised by the added stimulation. Her slender hips bounced.
'What do you think? Do you remember it feels good here?' he asked teasing her as he continued to rub her honey pot with his hard phallus while pinching her nipples between his fingers.
He fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples, stimulating a thread of desire that began to fill her lower abdomen.
'Ahn~ stop, if you…~'
As he thrust, his manly hair covered pelvis crushed and teased her pleasure nubbin that was swollen and peeping out from under its hood. As he drowned her in kisses, Amber began to be dominated by pleasure from head to toe. She clung onto Ernest so she would not lose herself to the sea of desire.
'Oh Amber, I love it. I love you…' he whispered against her lips.
He braced her back with one hand bringing her hips closer to he could thrust in deeper. He was invading her to the limit, pushing his male core deep into her depths. She began to subconsciously match his thrusts as the deep pleasure began to exceed the pain. His hand held her fast to him as
he repeatedly thrust in and out of her powerfully, making her accept him deeper into her.
'Hi, a~a...I can't help it anymore…' she cried out. Contrary to her reluctant words, her body was greedy for the pleasure to the point of deliriousness. Her inner walls contracted around him tightly as he penetrated inward reluctant to let go.
Her honey pot contracted around his manhood trying to squeeze out his sperm, her body bowed from the pleasure despite being held by his sturdy body.
'Oh Amber, I'm at my limit too. Let's… together…'
Amber understood that she was allowed to release the heat that had built up to a crescendo. She let go and was swept up to the heights of climax.
As though to keep up, Ernest gave one final thrust and filled her with his hot white fluid. The rich hot splash was poured in by the King of Berghausen. She realized she could not return to a state where there was nothing between them.
His weary voice full of deep affection said, 'Amber, I am never going to let you go.'
This false affection made Amber' heartache. What was going to happen in the future?
Yet, some small part of her felt happiness as Ernest's strong arms wrapped around her untrustworthy body that harbored an uneasy heart.