“Oh shit,” she panted, her toes curling hard against my extended forearms. Even her little toes were sexy as hell. “Shit, shit, oh shit, Randal, I’m gonna…” Filthy words sounded so goddamned good from her pretty mouth. If I hadn’t loved her so much, I’d have hated her. Way too perfect. Way the fuck too perfect.
She came, hard and loud. Her back arched up and she dug her heels into my shoulders as she roared my name. I sucked her clit deep into my mouth as she did, telling her with my tongue and my mouth that she was such a good fucking girl and that she was all mine.
While she was still rolling with pleasure, I stood and placed myself at her opening. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glazed, the sheen of tears catching glints of firelight.
Without warning and without hesitation, I plunged my cock into her, going deep until I slammed against her cervix. She sucked in a breath, like she’d been winded, and rose halfway up off the mattress. I shoved her back down and took her deep and hard, tipping her hips up so I met her g-spot with every thrust. Fuck, she felt so good. It was a pleasure so intense it was almost disorienting. All the bullshit of life, of kingship and ruling, fell away. And I became just another guy fucking his woman until she begged for him to go just a little softer. Please, please, please.
I didn’t. I gave her everything I had and more. Jack-hammering her until I thought I was going to crack the plaster on the wall, I imagined what I had been thinking about since the first time I saw her and ever since. Then I dragged her to the edge of the bed, pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her knees, and took her from behind. When she was on her knees, I could get into her deeper. And when it came to her cunt, deeper was always what I needed.
“I’m going to fuck my baby into you tonight, Iris,” I snarled as my balls slapped against her clit.
Her pleas for just a little softer stopped and she gave me that sexy, sassy laugh. She looked back over her shoulder at me, all trouble. Careful, girl, I warned her, without saying the words just yet. I opened my hand and spanked her hard enough to leave a bright red welt on her lily-white ass.
But she didn’t relent. As I fucked her, her body bucking and rolling, she bit her lip and watched me. “You’ve already fucked a baby into me, my king.”
Wait. Wait a fucking minute. I plunged into her all the way, and paused there inside her, cock throbbing, pussy pulsing, my entire body dripping with sweat. “You mean…?”
She nodded. Her pussy tightened as she said, “Yes, I do.”
That meant I’d knocked her up before I married her. Hottest thing in the goddamned world. My orgasm hit me like a dam breaking right down the middle. I gripped her hard by the hips without pulling out. Staying there, safe inside her, I pulsed squirt after squirt of cum into her pussy. A baby. She was having my fucking baby. Holy fuck, yes.
When my balls were drained and my cock finally went half-hard, I pulled out of her. I rolled her onto her back and then got in bed beside her, nestling my head against her belly. I turned my cheek and pressed my lips to her soft skin, as she ran her fingers through my sweat-soaked hair.
Never in my life had I really been happy. Not until her. Not until now.
Epilogue
Randal
Five years later
Every year on our anniversary, we came back to Iris’s old farm to help with calving. After, we would go fish, alone as we could be with guards kept at a distance like we were commoners, enjoying a day as simple as the spring breeze.
Xavier flew overhead, on and off he would land on a branch near, his golden eyes fixed on me. Iris had been the one to tell me to free him from his cage shortly after we were wed. I did, leaving the door open and a window without cover for him to return as he wished. For months he lingered, but the time between his coming and going grew as the year went on.
He still comes to roost often when I am outside the castle, and still on occasion in my old chambers where his cage still stands. He is under no guard, his own free will now guiding him as does mine.
As I patted my mare, I heard her laugh ring out from the old milking shed, now rebuilt. The whole place had been updated and improved, at her direction. She was damned proud of the place and so was I. But it wasn’t just her beautiful laugh that I heard. It was also…