Alistair paused for a moment, his breath heavy as he hovered over Emilia. His eyes met hers, filled with something deep and possessive, but also gentle. "Can I?"
His voice husky with desire but laced with care. The man was asking for her permission, wanting her to be ready before he took things further.
Emilia gave a small nod, her body already responding to his closeness, her heart racing while she felt the heat between them grow. Slowly, Alistair positioned himself on top of the girl, their bodies aligned perfectly in the missionary position. The man's chest pressed against hers as he guided himself into her, his gaze never leaving her face.
"Look at me." He whispered, his tone almost pleading. "I want to see you… I want to see everything when I make you feel good."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer while their lips met in a heated kiss, tongues tangling together in a leisurely and passionate rhythm. Emilia's legs moved instinctively, wrapping around Alistair's hips as he began to thrust into her, their bodies syncing together in a perfect, intimate dance. Every movement was deliberate, every thrust deeper than the last.
Alistair groaned dimly, feeling her body respond to him, the way her walls tightened around his cock with each movement. "There… right there."
He murmured against Emilia's lips, teasing her about the spot he kept hitting just right. The girl's body clenched around him, squeezing Alistair so tightly it nearly drove him mad. It was like her body was trying to squeeze him, to pull every drop of pleasure from him, and it only spurred him on.
"You feel so good." Alistair muttered, his voice hoarse as he thrust faster, harder, the bed shaking beneath them. "So tight… I can feel you squashing me, like you want to make me lose control."
The man buried his face in Emilia's neck, kissing her skin before pulling back to meet her eyes again. "You're too beautiful."
Emilia moaned smoothly in response, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure between them built higher and higher. The intensity of Alistair's gaze made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered right now. The way he told her she was beautiful, not just physically but in every way, made her heart pound even faster.
When their bodies moved together, the tension between them spiraled into something more. The couple's shared breaths became ragged and Alistair's whispers turned lewd, telling Emilia just how good she felt, how she was perfect for him, made for him.
"You're mine." He keeps saying the same words, his tone possessive. "No one else. I'll never let anyone have this… have you."
The heat between them became overwhelming, their bodies slick with sweat while the two neared the edge. Alistair's thrusts became more frantic, more desperate, as they both chased their climax.
"Come with me." The man said against Emilia's lips, his eyes boring into hers, pleading for her to finish with him. "I want to see you… when you come. Together."
And just like that, the pressure inside them both snapped. The girl cried out, her body trembling beneath him while she came hard, her walls pulsing and tightening around the man in waves. Alistair followed immediately, a deep whimper escaping his throat while he buried himself as deep as he could, releasing inside Emilia with a few hard thrusts. He came in long spurts, filling her completely until there was nothing left to give.
They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling when the two came down from the high of their shared orgasm. Alistair, still inside her, pressed gentle kisses along Emilia's forehead and down to her eyes, her nose and finally her lips.
"You're amazing." He whispered lovingly, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Perfect."
The man kept her close, their bodies still connected while they caught their breath. After a long and tender moment, Alistair finally shifted, preparing to move to another position, but not before giving Emilia one last sweet kiss, "I want more."
Alistair repositioned them into the spooning position, his strong arms wrapped around Emilia from behind, the couple bodies pressed tightly together. The man gently lifted her leg, opening her up to him, and slid his cock back into her, deeper this time and with ease as her juices made it slick and smooth. The sudden fullness made the girl sob faintly, her body already responding to him with renewed heat.
"Do you like it?" Alistair murmured in her ear, his voice low and rough.
"I want to hear you, Em... Your voice, it's become my favorite sound, especially when you cry for me." His breath was warm against her neck, his lips grazing her skin as he spoke.
Emilia's cry was the only answer he needed, but he wanted more. Alistair's hand reached up to her chin, moderately guiding her head back toward him.
"Kiss me." His lips inches from hers. "Show me how much you like it when I'm inside you."
Without hesitation, Emilia met his lips, one of her hands reaching back to hold his face as their kiss deepened. It was hungry, raw, just like they were both desperate to feel closer even though their bodies were already joined. Alistair's hand on her hip started guiding her movements, slow and deliberate at first, but soon, the girl caught the rhythm.
Emilia moved her hips in sync with his, their pace intensifying while they both chased that edge of pleasure again. Alistair whined into her mouth, the sound deep and primal, his free hand slipping from beneath her neck to her breast, fingers teasing her hardened nipple in time with his thrusts.
"Keep moving with me." He murmured between kisses, his voice filled with lust and desire. "I want you like this forever, Em.. Just you and me, together. Your body… it's mine."
Alistair's words sent a shiver through Emilia, and her body responded with another wave of pleasure. She could feel the man's cock swelling inside her, filling every inch of her, hitting all the right spots as he thrust harder, eagerly. The girl's breath hitched, her moans becoming louder when her body trembled beneath him.
His hand tightened on her hip, guiding her with more urgency, seemingly he couldn't get enough of her. "You feel that?"
The man's tone was almost feral while he thrust into her again, harder this time. "That's me. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. Only me."
Emilia couldn't speak, her body overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating. Her walls tightened around Alistair, squeezing him with every thrust, pulling him in deeper as if her body didn't want to let him go. The girl was close, and he could feel it.
"Come for me." Alistair growled softly into her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you. Just me, Em... No one else."
The girl's body obeyed before her mind could catch up. The pleasure crashed over her, Emilia's muscles clenching tightly around Alistair as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out the man's name, her voice raw and desperate while surge after surge of pleasure consumed her.
The man wasn't far behind. With a low groan, Alistair thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside Emilia, his cock pulsing with each spurt of release. But even after the climax, he didn't stop.
Alistair's controlling nature only seemed to grow, his hands roaming her body, his lips trailing kisses along her neck. "You'll never forget this, Em.." The man's breath was hot against her skin. "I'll make sure of it. I'll make you remember me, my body, my touch. You're mine."
Emilia still didn't respond, her mind still hazy from the intensity of the moment, but his words lingered. The way Alistair claimed her, the way he spoke of their future, it all felt different tonight, more urgent and intense. The man's need for her was palpable, almost desperate.
Alistair's thrusts slowed but never stopped, as if he wasn't ready to let go of the moment. "I need you." The man's voice is softer now but still filled with that same greediness. "More than anything. Stay with me, Em... Forever."
His words echoed in her mind, but she remained silent, her body still trembling beneath him as they came down from the high of their shared pleasure. The intensity of Alistair's hunger, his need for Emilia, it was overwhelming. The girl could feel it in every touch, every kiss, every whispered word. Alistair was staking his claim on her, and at that moment, she wasn't sure if she could ever break free from it.
When their breathing started to calm down after the intense session, Alistair leaned close to Emilia's ear, his lips brushing muffled against her skin. "One more round? Please?"
The man's voice was sweet, almost teasing, yet filled with enthusiasm. The girl's mind told her to decline, but the word from him was her undoing. Her hoarse voice responded, "Just once more."
With a victorious grin, Alistair whispered, "You won't regret it."
He tenderly maneuvered her body so that she was on her knees, facing the headboard of the bed, her hands gripping it tightly while he positioned himself behind her, also on his knees. "Hold on tight."
Alistair started by teasing her breasts, tugging at her sensitive peaks with his fingers, rolling them, making Emilia's body shudder. The girl's legs quivered, her breath shaky, but he wouldn't let her fall apart just yet. "Stay still."
His voice thick with arousal, "Does my touch excite you?" the man's lips grazing her ear. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Emilia's restraints broke, and she responded, her voice needy, "Suck it… hard."
Obliging her request, Alistair bent down, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking it hard as she'd asked. The man's tongue flicked and teased while his mouth worked hungrily on Emilia's breast, earning light gasps from her.
"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured between sucks, looking up at her, his eyes dark with sensuality. "Tell me if you need more."
But when Emilia whispered, "Suck my pussy," Alistair's hunger for her grew even stronger. The man shifted positions, lying flat on the bed, pulling her down so that she straddled his face. His mouth positioned perfectly below the girl's dripping pussy, his hands gripping her thighs.
Without hesitation, he dove in, his tongue lapping at her folds with ferocious intensity, sucking and licking her as though he couldn't get enough.
"You taste and smell so good," Alistair growled between licks, his voice delicate but heavy with determination. "Your body likes this, doesn't it? I can taste it."
Her juices flowed more freely as his tongue continued its relentless assault, licking her deeply, teasing her sensitive spots. Emilia's body was on fire, every nerve alive and attuned to his mouth. She began to rock her hips, grinding against Alistair's face, letting his tongue sink deeper.
Her growls filled the air, and soon she guided the man's hands back to her breasts, needing to feel his touch everywhere. Alistair obliged, his fingers squeezing and kneading her breasts while his tongue continued working her over.
"Has anyone ever made you come like this?" he asked between deep licks, a touch of jealousy lacing his tone.
Emilia didn't answer, too lost in the pleasure, but Alistair's response was immediate. His hands gripped her tighter, his mouth moving with more urgency. The man didn't like her silence.
"Tell me," he demanded, pulling back for just a moment before plunging back into her. "Has anyone ever done this to you?"
Emilia, trying to deflect, asked back in a breathy voice, "Have you ever tasted anyone else like this?"
His reply was firm, almost a howl. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. No one compares to you. You drive me crazy, your body, your taste, your everything."
"Prove it." The girl challenged, her voice shaky from the overwhelming sensations.
With that, Alistair doubled down on his efforts, his tongue working her clit and folds harder, faster and more demanding as though proving his devotion with every lick. Just when Emilia was about to fall over the edge, he stopped, pulling away and repositioning himself behind her once again.
"The best part of you," he whispered against her ear, his cock pressing at her entrance, "is your pussy. I want you to feel my deepest desire through my cock."
The man thrust into her, hard and deep, making Emilia cry out as her body tensed, the sudden fullness pushing her to new heights of pleasure. Alistair groaned, feeling her tightness gripping him. He pulled her closer, one hand slipping around to play with her clit, the other cupping her breast fully. "Hold on to the headboard."
He growled in her ear as he began thrusting again, his movements slow at first but quickly building up while he teased her clit with expert precision. Emilia's body began to twitch under Alistair's relentless touch, her moans turning into a low wheeze of thrill.
The man's hand on her clit wasn't affectionate, it was teasing, circling, tapping and pushing her over the edge. Emilia could feel herself on the verge of losing control, her body vibrating from his ministrations. Alistair's thrusts became more powerful, his cock hitting her deepest spots with every movement.
"You're going to squirt for me," his breath hot against her ear. "I can feel it."
His pace quickened, and Emilia's body responded in kind, her hips moving back to meet his thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Alistair's deep voice continued to whisper words into her ear.
"You're mine," he said. "Keep begging for my cock. Do you want it?"
The girl's response was wordless, her hips pushing back eagerly, her moans louder as they both approached their peak. Alistair thrust into her harder, his hand on her clit working faster, his other hand tugging at her breast, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"You like my cock, don't you?" The man growled, thrusting into her harder and faster, their bodies moving in sync. "Then take it. Take it all."
Emilia's body gave in, her orgasm crashing over her as she tightened around him, her juices flowing freely. Alistair groaned, his own climax hitting him as he emptied himself inside her, his body shaking with the intensity of it. The man didn't stop until he was completely spent, his cock circling inside her, ensuring every last drop was buried deep within her.
The girl's body leaned back against his, exhausted and satisfied, Alistair kissed her neck, leaving soft and lingering kisses. "Nothing will change when we return to the capital."
His lips brushing her skin. "You're mine now. I've already decided. I'm keeping you beside me." The man punctuated his words with a firm bite on her neck, leaving his mark, a red bruise that would remind her of this night.
By morning, Emilia's body would be covered in those marks, proof of his possessive desire to claim her.
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