The Forsaken King

His hand clasped both of mine and pinned them above my head, keeping me flat against the mattress so he could watch the explosion in my eyes, watch my tears roll to the sheets, to reap the rewards of his hard work.

I felt it in my stomach before it hit farther south. My body squeezed his automatically, and my hips bucked on their own, getting more friction against my clit as I convulsed. My hands tried to break free. The tears bubbled in my eyes before they streaked like raindrops on a windowpane.

“Yes, baby.” He pounded into me hard now, the sight of my climax the exact thing he wanted to come to. His hips worked hard to keep me in place, and his enormous dick slammed into me viciously as we came together, as he gave me another load of seed to accompany the first. “Fuck…”

We ground together as we finished, all the stress and exhaustion from the last few days gone. My entire body relaxed, and now I was so warm I didn’t even want the sheets.

He pulled out of me and lay beside me, his big chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. He left the blankets aside like he was too hot for them too.

I lay there, the sweat from his hot body leaving a streak on my stomach. I could feel his weight inside me, feel its warmth, feel the way it made me his. My eyes closed, and I immediately felt my mind get swept away into the land of dreams.

Powerful arms encircled me and drew me close, right against heat that rivaled the sun.

I turned into him, finding his shoulder as a pillow, my leg tucking between his.

Hot and sweaty, we both went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the rocking waves. The boat swayed left and right, making my body shake slightly. My eyes opened to a squint, and I saw the early morning light through the porthole.

My hand automatically reached for him—but it found just cold sheets.

I continued to rock back and forth, my stomach tightening in discomfort. I hopped out of bed, got dressed, and went above deck to check out our situation.

The sky was dark with gray clouds, waves splashed over the sides of the ship onto the walkway, and it was windy.

This was just great.

Huntley was on the wheel, perfectly calm, his eyes focused on the horizon like this was just another regular day to him. “Morning.”

“Anything I can do?”

“I got it.” He turned the wheel to the left, getting away from a nasty wave. “There was a storm to the east. Looks like we’re getting hit with the aftermath.”

“Should I be worried?”

“No.”

“Because I can swim.”

“Doesn’t matter if you can swim or not. Water is so cold, you’ll be dead in two minutes.”

“That’s lovely…”

“Don’t worry, baby.” He gave me a half smile. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I walked to the line and tugged until the sail turned, catching the wind. “How much farther?”

“Two more days. I had to change direction to avoid the worst of it.”

“Hope it won’t be choppy the whole time… I feel sick.”

“Just keep your eyes on the horizon.”

“Not sure how to do that when I’m trying to sleep.”

The next two days were rough, choppy waves and ruthless wind. Huntley didn’t sleep much, even when it was pitch black, because he had to keep the boat on the right course. The waters pushed the boat on a different trajectory often, and if that wasn’t corrected, it would take us even longer to arrive.

I slept intermittently down below, the waves waking me up constantly. I kept a pail beside the bed because the sickness would leave my stomach and empty out of my throat. I’d never been on a ship, so that was how I learned I was susceptible to seasickness.

When I woke up refreshed one morning, I knew the worst had passed.

Especially since Huntley was beside me.

My face was in the crook of his neck, and his hand was in my hair as we lay close together, a single entity under the blankets. My eyes opened, and I pulled away to see his hard face soft with sleep. His jaw was thick with hair because he hadn’t shaved during our trip, but I liked the way it lightly scratched my skin when he was close, like when his face was pressed between my thighs.

I glanced out the window, seeing the morning light.

Hopefully, we were close. I cared more about getting off this damn boat than seeing dragons. I carefully moved out of the bed without waking him, donned my clothes, and headed to the deck to take a look.

The ocean was calm. Not calm like glass, but with gentle waves that didn’t rock the boat from side to side. I tightened my coat under my crossed arms and looked at the horizon. I gave a loud gasp when I saw it.