Amora began to struggle against the silk restraint. Relaxing a little when he kissed her stomach.
"Shhhh…." He cooed, she couldn't help but look at him nervously… "Did you not just enjoy yourself, little pet?"
Amora swallowed hard, but shook her head, yes…she did, in fact enjoy what he had just done.
"Your words, Amora." He reminded her.
"Y-yes…your maj-jesty" A gentle smile formed on his lips at her admission…
"Good, Then I need you to trust me little pet." Absentmindedly stroking her leg, "It will only hurt for a moment." a defeated sigh left his lips.
"You know, as I do, it must be done." He took a deep breath, before he continued, "You will soon be examined to see if my seed has taken root in you, and then they will discover that both you, and I lied before the council." The way Godwynn spoke to her, inferred that a much worse fate was possible if he didn't consummate their binding…
"W-what would happen if they were to find out?" she asked…
"Well for one, My father would do the job himself. And I would most likely be stripped of my title for lying to the kingdom for a while, as you were forced to produce a new heir for him." His eyes were trained on her face…watching for her reaction.
She was stunned…only able to respond with a simple answer…"Okay."
She worried her lip, biting it nervously…taking another deep breath she relaxed a little, he had given her a reason to accept this as her fate. She would much rather it be Godwynn, to bed her, than the dreadful king.
Godwynn settled his massive body between her legs again, his muscles rippling with each movement. Amora watched as he stroked himself, the tip of his hardened length glistening, evidence that he had enjoyed watching her come undone, just moments ago. He looked back at Amora noting that she was watching him closely, her eyes trained on his massive, hardened cock, that neared her entrance. He heart was beating rapidly as she hissed as the head of his shaft parted her cunt rubbing over the still sensitive flesh. He covered the head of his member with her juices readying himself to enter her. There was a hidden part of her, that was exhilarated by him, and another part of her that was conflicted, knowing she should be furious that 'the enemy' has his hands on her....those hands, which had pleased her so....
The dark prince looked up at her, almost as if asking for permission, coming out of her thoughts she nodded, and he looked back down as he slowly entered her, stopping when he felt a resistance. She inhaled sharply, already she didn't think he was going to fit, just the head of him was already stretching her. His hands traced gently up her thigh, stopping at her hips massaging them gently before grabbing them firmly. Amora held her breath and her whole body tensed up as soon as he lifted his head.
Looking into her eyes, He pulled back a little, then slammed his full length into her, burying himself to the hilt. She felt almost as if she had been split in two, as he stretched her, hitting against her womb. The sensation felt so foreign, Amora cried out her legs kicking back to get away from him, but he firmly held her pinned to him. His eyes never left hers.
"Amora…relax your body." He commanded her.
"It's too much…I-I-" she croaked, her voice breaking.
"Trust me little princess…relax your body" he cooed. His thumbs rubbing circles on her hips.
She shook her head to say no, but still tried to do as he said anyways.
Amora began forcing her body to relax against him. She found the more her muscles went lax the less she felt pain…within seconds, his invading cock, was no longer a sharp stabbing pain but a dull throbbing pressure against her womb. Her breathing settled. She felt as if she had been impaled, and stretched beyond reason.
"Good Girl." He praised her. Her eyes coming back to meet his. He gave her a moment to adjust to the foreign sensation, watching the rise and fall of her chest.
When he felt she was ready, Godwynn leaned his hips back and began slowly pumping his cock in and out of her, Amora's hot wet center gripped him like a vice, torturously milking him. He let out a deep rumble of pleasure from his chest, closing his eyes and basking in the luxurious sensations her body allotted him. Opening his eyes, he looked down, and found her clit, and began stroking it with his thumb. A slow steady pace, he watched her blush, creep across her body, as Her breath was quickening, and she tossed her head from one side to the other, almost as if fighting the sensations building within her, as pain slowly turned into pleasure.
Following the cues of her body, he began to increase his pace. Following his lead she was now spreading her legs wider for him, pressing her pelvis forward to take all of him, her soft moans growing louder in the room. She was losing herself in this moment, as she found pleasure in her own pain. And he absorbed every second of it. The sounds of their slapping flesh echoed off the walls of the room. Amora was completely lost in her pleasure, chasing it desperately as she actively rode his cock from beneath him, she was shameless. Her hips wantonly rising to greet him with each thrust. He felt her temperature rising, a sign she was getting close to the edge. He grabbed her throat causing Amora to look up at him through lust filled eyes. Goading him on.
Amora could feel his massive cock stretching her, filling her, bruising her womb with each delicious thrust. She didn't care, she wanted more. She had never experienced something like this before, and she wanted as much as she could get. Her body was reveling in the waves of pleasure he was giving her, his fingers masterfully playing her like an instrument, eliciting wave upon wave of tantalizing, hot extasy, crashing over her. She could feel a pressure in her body mounting, lighting up her core, and climbing to a terrifying height. She couldn't help but want to go over that edge.
Amora watched as Godwynn completely dominated her body and mind. His body flexed with each stroke, and she couldn't help but memorize every inch of him as he worked. The way the sweat dripped from his body, His eyes focused on hers, his own feral pleasure written across his face. He leaned forward capturing her lips with his as he increased to a brutal pace. Her whole body rocked as he rode her hard, the pressure in her womb climbing and finally reaching the edge. Suddenly violent waves of pleasure rocked through her body as her orgasm claimed her. She moaned heavily into his mouth, he inhaled her muffled cries, drinking them in. His quickening pace extending the waves pouring off of her Climax as he reached his own. Growling back into her mouth as his balls constricted and his hot seed coated her womb. He pressed himself deeply into her, holding her hips tightly to his, as he stilled. Her walls were clenching and flexing on him milking the last drops from him as her body slowly subsided….
They both laid there, their sweating bodies heaving for air. Godwynn nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, laughing darkly to himself… "Little pet, I believe you may be more dangerous, than I could ever dream of being…" He set up onto his forearms and peered down at her. Taking in the sight of her breathless beneath him. "That was beautiful, Amora."
Unable to stand the heat of his gaze, she looked down at his mouth…and smiled inwardly. She was embarrassed at herself for acting so shamelessly. But she had felt so free beneath him.
His weight shifted and she felt her hands being freed.
Not knowing what to do with them, she placed them over her breasts, as if he did not just see them bouncing while he claimed her.
Godwynn cocked a bemused eyebrow but didn't say anything to her, as he got down from the bed, and motioned for her to come to him. She immediately obliged; no longer willing to even attempt disobeying him. A small squeal left her lips as he picked her up and carried her in his arms. When he began walking to the bathing hall, she looked over his shoulder and noticed her own blood on the sheets, and on her body.
She could no longer return to Atheria. She was a deflowered princess now. Not worthy of recovery. At best her father would probably send assassins to kill her mercifully. "I can never go home now..." she whispered…The dark prince held her tighter hearing the words she had meant for herself, stepping down into the warm water of her bath hall.
I can be your home.