Man Who Should be King (7 page)

“Ah ha! So all you will feel is gratitude! That will make
for a cold bed. Then you’ll be going off to bed the serving wenches, I’m sure.
Before I know it there will be little bastards running all over Vikalla who
look like you!”

Marcus reached out and grabbed her arms. He pulled her close
to his body, splashing water. “Tell me how the hell we went from never having
had sex in the first place to me neglecting my future family and populating the
planet with miniature versions of me? I believe the proper word would be
ludicrous!”

Syranna struggled against his hold, but all that did was
cause her breasts to rub back and forth across his chest, stimulating her
nipples into hard little pebbles. She opened her mouth to speak but his words
stopped her.

“And another thing, Lady Syranna, I do not have
indiscriminate sex with my servants…not in the past nor in the future.”

Syranna stared up at Marcus’ angry face. She struggled one
more time, but that only made her aware of how his hard cock was pressed
against her between their bodies. “Very well, I apologize for that statement.”

“I am quite confident that your charms shall keep me
ensnared for at least thirty years, quite possibly a good deal longer.” He
moved his hands to cup her ass, pulling her closer and upward. There was no
missing the prodding head of his cock against her slick pussy lips. She knew
that if he entered her then he would undoubtedly know exactly how much—

“Oh God!” Syranna cried out as her flesh seemed to part,
muscles relaxing, and the head of his cock pushed into her body.

“Yes, my love, this is inevitable. Your father knew that,
which is why he sent you to me.”

“He didn’t—wouldn’t—do that to me!” Syranna cried out again
as he pushed farther into her body. Her hands lifted to curl into his shoulder
muscles.

“Yes! I looked at the document quite closely. I believe he
sent it shortly before the end of the wars. He knew the outcome and by asking
Ralus to send you back to Vikalla, he knew what would happen. Your father wants
us to rule Vikalla together.”

“I am sure you are wrong,” Syranna argued, but her voice
sounded weak and unconvincing to her ears. Her body was opening more each
moment, admitting his big, thick flesh farther into her tight cunt. She could
feel her body relaxing as if her muscles, nerves—every fiber of her very
being—was swaying under his persuasive and convincing words. Or maybe it was
his body that was seducing her.

“Your body seems to know the correct answer even if your
head does not,” Marcus added a few seconds later.

Syranna tried to tighten her muscles and prevent him further
admission, but it was too late. His cock shoved the rest of the way into her
body as his hands forced her down onto his rod. She shivered as her body
adjusted to the fullness inside her. Last time had been so brief. He had barely
entered her when her control of him took over. Now she knew what would have
happened if she had not interfered.

Abruptly Marcus parted their bodies. He stood and stepped
from the tub, pulling Syranna up and out of the water a second later. Her gasp
was lost as he carried her to the bed and dropped her upon it. Less than a
millisecond later, Marcus was thrusting into her wet cunt once again. Her
slickness surprised him somewhat, but it did not slow or deter him. Buried to
the hilt, he pressed his groin to hers intimately. He could feel that she was
already adjusting to his fullness and began to thrust.

God! He groaned at the incredible feeling sent his way via
her squeezing muscles around his cock. Trying to slow the pace, he wanted to pleasure
Syranna. But it seemed as if all the foreplay, mostly verbal and visual in the
tub, was going to take its toll on his usually stalwart self-control.

“Syranna! I don’t think I can hold back—”

“You must pull out, Lord Marcus! Please!”

Just the thought of coming inside her sweet body and hearing
her say that she didn’t want him to…he lost his control. Like an unstoppable
tidal wave hitting the shore he pumped his cock into her tight cunt. Over and
over, shoving as deeply as he could—most likely to impregnate her, he
acknowledged in some far off corner of his consciousness—he filled her body
with his potent baby-making seed. He held himself above her even after he’d
finished, not wanting to leave the sweet, tight flesh that held him. His cock
was softening, and soon it would begin to slip from her slick channel.

Finally he pulled out of her body and the large head made a
loud, wet sucking sound, followed by a lewd “plop” noise. There was no denying
their tight fit, and it excited him all over, just thinking about being inside
her. God! Was he crazy? He’d never had thoughts like this before. Usually once
he’d spent himself in a wench, or a lady, he was content to fall asleep for a
short time, or get up and go drinking with his men. He was acting like a randy
teen that had just experienced his first real woman.

Now, all he could think about was repeating this amazing
coupling again. Rolling onto his side, he looked at the woman beside him. She
was still lying as he’d left her. Arms above her head, legs spread and he could
see the strings of cum that had pulled out with his cock moments earlier, from
her pussy to her thigh. She looked sexier and more desirable than any woman
he’d ever been with! The intensity of his desire shocked him. Needing to make
this seem like his other sexual encounters and less important or intimate, he
reached out and cupped her nearest breast.

“I knew you’d be sweet, love, but I had no idea that fucking
your luscious body could be so heady!”

Syranna gasped at his crudeness, but he didn’t stop there.
He fondled her breast idly, squeezing and massaging, and then lightly jiggling
her breast to watch it move. His hand then moved down her stomach and cupped
her bald pussy. Two fingers slipped easily into her still slightly stretched
opening. Rising up higher on his arm, he leaned over so he could stare at her
pussy. Spreading his fingers, he watched as several large dollops of his semen
fell from her cunt.

“Are you ready to be pleasured, milady? I guarantee that
after I’m done with you there will be no more doubts about your future. I
believe that you will then be quite anxious to share my bed as often as I
wish.”

Syranna bit her lip at his ego. How dare he speak to her
like a common whore! Who the hell did he think she was? Or better yet, who he
was? She could cook up a spell that would have him howling in despair for a
week on the toilet. Yes…that was a tempting retribution for what he had just
done to her. Or perhaps she could give him a disgusting case of sores and
boils. And he thought that he could control her body! Ha! The fool had another
think—

Marcus began sliding one of his fingers between her lips. He
delved for a few moments, and then he seemed satisfied with what he had located
when his touch caused an immediate and hard flexing of her hips.

“Ooh!” she gasped in surprise. She had touched herself, but
this was different. For some reason, Marcus’ fingers appeared to know exactly
the best ways and places to touch her. Knowing she should protest, her mouth
opened but the only sound that came out was a gasp as he inserted two fingers
into her wet passage again.

“My lord Marcus—” she started to object. Or she was sure
that was what she had planned on doing. But he was moving the fingers inside
her now, and combined with his fingering of her clit, it was too much for her
rattled senses. “Oh my…yes!”

Her nerves and muscles took over and her hips flexed
spasmodically as her body reacted to Marcus’ skillful touch. Her climax seemed
to go on for some time, until it finally stopped with one last little eruptive
quiver of muscles deep inside her body. Her breath rattled in and out of her
chest as she stared upward, waiting for the next explosion. Even though she was
clearly wrung out, both physically and emotionally, she whispered her body’s demand.

“Again! Please!” she pleaded.

Marcus smiled down at her before he lowered his head and
kissed her open, still gasping mouth. His tongue lightly caressed her lips
before moving inside to coax, cajole and then conquer her tongue. Kisses
trailed down the side of her neck, nibbling, and licking. When he worked his
way down to her breast, he placed light, soft kisses all over the upward slope
to her nipple. Once at the peak, he circled it slowly with his tongue before
beginning to flick it lightly, gently with just the tip of his hot “seducer.”
As the nipple hardened, he spoke to her softly.

“You do have the loveliest breasts, my love. They are so big
and round, with much more than enough to fill my hand. But by far the prettiest
assets are these delicious nipples, so pretty and pink, sitting so pertly atop
each mountain, demanding attention. Now the question becomes whether I should
lick them, suck them or play with your boobies with my hands.”

That was when Syranna became aware of the fact that Marcus’
fingers were still inside her body, not moving, but just resting there,
waiting. His head lowered again and he started to suck on the nearest nipple
even as his fingers began pleasuring her flesh once again. First he began
wiggling the digits inside her, curving them until he found the special spot.
Pressing into the spongy-feeling flesh, he started to tease and manipulate her
clit. And the whole time his mouth sucked and tugged on the nearest nipple,
drawing it up into his mouth.

It didn’t seem to matter how she moved or wiggled, or even
attempted to twist away; nothing stopped or slowed the onslaught on her senses.
Her hands lifted to push him away, or that is what she thought until she
touched the smooth skin of his shoulders. Instead she slid her hands down, curving
them over his pectoral muscles, rubbing back and forth across his nipples.
Nothing was going to stop this insanity, she decided and gave up fighting him.
No…Syranna acknowledged that she was fighting herself not him. He was revealing
and releasing the amazing feelings inside her.

“Marcus!” she cried out as she finally stopped all
resistance and gave over to the sensations flooding her body and her mind. “Oh,
dear God! Yes!”

Her climax hit her harder than she would have ever thought
was humanly possible. Her body shook, her hips jerked and fireworks went off
throughout her lower abdomen. Finally, the rough, hard movements settled into
tiny contractions and lastly, shivers and quivers raced haphazardly through her
entire system, mind and body.

She felt his fingers pulling out of her flesh seconds later
and saw Marcus moving above her. Her thighs spread without him saying a word.
She wanted him inside of her. From deep inside her body, there was something
ancient and as old as time calling out for her to mate with this male. It
didn’t make sense, but then maybe it wasn’t supposed to be logical.

Marcus’ thrust seated the head of his cock just inside her
passageway. Her groan welcomed him, as did the tilting of her pelvis to aid his
entry. With his next thrust he was fully encased within her hot flesh. Opening
her eyes, she found Marcus staring down at her. The intensity she saw there
excited her, and it also alarmed her. This man was more than just inside her
body.

In that moment she knew he was not going to let her
disappear like she had last time they had met. It was in his eyes—he considered
her his! She knew he didn’t think of her as property, but rather that he was a
male animal and he would keep, protect and defend his female. And he was going
to fuck her…and fuck her…whenever he pleased!

“God! Syranna! Yes!”

She watched his face as he thrust in and out of her body.
Her own climax was settled enough for her to observe him. Or that is what she
thought was going to happen. Something was happening inside her, but it was
building so slowly that she wasn’t aware of it like it had begun earlier. This
time it seemed to come from deep inside her body, and not from the stimulation
of her outer flesh. Shaking her head, she squeezed her inner muscles tight, and
immediately noticed the reaction in Marcus.

“Syranna! Oh God!”

She repeated the move as Marcus started to withdraw and his
reaction was instantaneous. She felt his shiver of surprise…or
something…seconds after it flashed through him.

Marcus leaned down and kissed her lips quickly. “My love,
there will be a time and place for that…trust me. Just right now…oh God! Yes!”

Syranna repeated the squeezing around his hard cock, liking
the effect she was having on him since he had given her such intense pleasure.
The next moment his movements sped up and he seemed to be delving as deeply
inside her body as possible. She felt like he was part of her all of a sudden,
and not just temporarily filling her belly.

Acting instinctively, Syranna closed her eyes. She didn’t
want this to happen. She didn’t want to lose herself in this man! But she could
feel her hips moving, flexing and even squirming to increase the sensation she
got from each of his powerful strokes both in and out of her. Her body wasn’t
listening to her head. Soon she was moving to meet his thrusts, working her
hips and muscles until…yes!

“Oh…oh…oh no!” she cried out even as Marcus shouted in
release.

“Yes! Sweet heaven, yes!”

Syranna couldn’t think anymore. Her body was out of control,
spasming wildly, her cunt muscles sucking on his cock as if her life depended
on what he could give. She was dimly aware of the heat inside her and she knew
he was filling her once again with his seed. Marcus jerked his hips hard
against her, releasing his life-giving force into her. But she was lost to it
all. Her climax swamped her and there was nothing left over to think about it.

Marcus fell onto the bed beside Syranna. He was still
reeling from the feelings this joining had caused inside him. Now he knew for sure
that he had not made any kind of love to Syranna before. Something such as he
had just experienced could never be forgotten or mistaken for something else.
It was too hot and too pure to be anything but that. Love!

His head was telling him it wasn’t possible to love this
woman. He barely knew her, and entangling their lives would not be easy. She
should be queen, and marrying her and producing an heir would cement their
world and maintain peace. The dynasty would be assured. That is what mattered,
and it was the only thing that truly should matter. How he felt about this
woman was incidental. If the sex was good, then he would be better off than
many nobles who married to preserve their world and ensure the safety of their
people.

He rolled onto his side to look at Syranna. She was still
lying on her back, eyes closed and her legs still parted. He imagined if he
moved down the bed he would find her pussy still open a little and dripping his
cum. That thought made it all even sexier. Since he’d met Syranna he kept
having all these strange thoughts and feelings about his future, Syranna and
making love with her, and their life together…children.

His hand moved and covered her lower belly. Rubbing in small
circles, he spoke to her softly. “Right now my son is beginning to grow in your
belly.”

Syranna shook her head. “Not necessarily. Perhaps it is the
wrong time.”

Marcus paused and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Is it the
right time of your monthlies?”

Syranna wanted to lie to him but she didn’t. “It was a fortnight
ago.” She stopped as his lips turned up into a wide grin. “That doesn’t mean
anything. This isn’t a sure thing!”

“True, but I think two people, both healthy, have as good a
chance as anyone else.”

He waited for her to snap back with a reply, yet she stayed
quiet, her face turned to her other side, away from him. It grated that she
kept pulling away from him, and he wasn’t going to allow that. Rubbing his hand
in small circles, he began caressing her belly.

“I can’t wait to see your belly begin to round with child.
I’ve seen the wives of my men who have had children, and I look forward to the
changes.”

Syranna started to roll to her side, away from him. Marcus
moved his hand upward quickly, cupping her farthest breast. She lay back as he
started to speak again. “I think you have amazing breasts now. I can just
imagine how much sexier they will be all round and full of milk.” He paused and
started to tease her nipple, rubbing it, circling round it and then flicking it
with his fingertip. Each move only got her more aroused, as was evident in the
tautness and increased length of her stimulated flesh.

“I will, of course, spend an appropriate amount of time each
day sucking on these milk-producing teats to get them ready for the baby. He
could end up needing to nurse often if my son is as big as I was when I was
born. We can easily obtain a wet nurse if you need one.”

“Oh!” Syranna jerked away from, rolling to her side.

Marcus wasn’t easily deterred. He merely scooted the foot or
so distance and wrapped his arm across her when she tried to move away.
Pressing his body firmly against hers, he rubbed back and forth across her
nicely rounded ass. “We can leave in the morning. It’s too bad that we’ll have
to travel by horse instead of ship. I doubt anyone around here possesses an air
ship.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sir. This is my home. I have
responsibilities and commitments that cannot be left behind or ignored. You may
leave, of course. I could have cook prepare you some food for the journey back
to the transfer station.”

“Perhaps I should stay on for a few days, since you seem so
eager to get rid of me. It makes me wonder if you have something to hide.”
Syranna tried to move away, but his arm pulled her more tightly against him,
and his hardening cock slipped between her cheeks as she lifted her leg for
balance. He knew the moment she realized the predicament her little struggle
had brought about. Marcus was a little surprised that he was getting hard once
again. It felt good poised at the entrance of her cunt, and with one good
thrust he would be inside her once more.

As if she read his mind, Syranna lifted her topmost leg
again, and while Marcus knew it wasn’t to aid him, it did. He shoved forward
with his hips and pressed her backward with his hand on her belly. His cock was
inside her body, exactly where he wanted to be. The enticing wiggling she did
only increased his need and hardened his cock.

The complete stillness of her body told him she was totally
aware of what had happened. He didn’t bother to hide his pleasure or surprise.

“God! You feel so sweet, my love. I want to be inside you
every day. At night we can experiment with lots of new and interesting ways to
make love. Then in the morning, when I awaken all hard and horny, my cock will
easily slip into your wet and dripping cunt. At this rate I’m sure you will be
pregnant within the month.”

Syranna relaxed her body as she spoke. “And if I am not,
will you go away and not come back? Write me off as a bad investment?”

“No, we’ll just keep trying. I’ll schedule a break in my
workday and come to bed you in the early afternoon. Three times a day should
manage to plant a baby in this flat belly of yours.”

Marcus had begun moving his hips back and forth, and his
cock slid out to the rim and then back in a few inches. He lowered his hand to
her clit and used the wetness to cover his fingers as he began to bedevil her
still over-sensitized flesh. Just a few touches and Syranna’s hips were
grinding and wiggling back into his body, while her cunt muscles contracted and
tried to hold him tight.

As he felt her body lose control he sped his own thrusts up,
wanting to come inside her during her climax. Over and over he shot hot streams
of semen into her fertile body. When he finished, he made her lie with her
pelvis elevated.

“What are you doing?” she questioned him, beginning to think
of the world outside her bedroom once again. “I need to get up.”

Marcus easily slid one leg across her calves and his arm
over her upper body, successfully pinning her in place. “As the mistress here,
you can lie here a little bit longer.”

“Perhaps, but this position is ridiculous,” Syranna
protested quickly.

Marcus’ grin told her she was not going to like his answer
even before he spoke. “I am increasing the odds of our joining.”

Syranna struggled once again, but Marcus’ superior strength
held her easily. “We’ve had sex, so there are no reasons for betting…”

Marcus laughed, shaking his head. “No, my love. I am
increasing the chance that my seed will bear fruit in your luscious womb. I
must confess that until recently, the thought of begetting an heir seemed a
tedious task to be undertaken.”

His arm shifted and his hand slid down and in between her
relaxed thighs, which had fallen apart naturally in the elevated position. The
feel of his big, warm hand cupping her mound and his fingers curling inward was
intoxicating. Just the thought of him touching her supersensitive flesh was
enough to get her hot. Since she was already wet from his earlier seeding, her
new moisture mingled with it. When one finger slid between the folds of her
pussy and searched for her clit, her hips jerked automatically. The realization
that her body was seeking the sweet magic his fingers could make caused her
cheeks to flame.

On her logical, rational and clear thinking level, she knew
Marcus was no wizard or master of magic. But her body was recognizing that he
was a master of her body. Or he certainly had easily discovered just what it
took to make her fire out of control and now want his touch, even when she
should have been completely sated.

Abruptly Syranna realized that Marcus had not yet actually
touched her clit, even though her hips had lifted several times, seeking his
intense touch. She flushed hotly as she recalled that he had
almost
touched her when the intense anticipation she was experiencing had brought on
the climactic response she’d had. His voice came to her softly, interrupting
her chaotic thoughts.

“Since I’ve met you, Syranna, the thought of my child
growing inside your belly seems to dominate my every waking moment. I want you
pregnant and back with me as soon as possible. Vikalla is your true home.”

His words excited and scared her. This was the only home she
remembered. Here was where she was comfortable and wanted to stay. She was
happy—

Marcus began moving his fingers, stroking her inner lips,
until two of them slipped into her cunt even as one moved decisively upon her
clit. Her hips jerked immediately, and his fingers eased farther into her
fleshy channel. It was still tight, but not quite as much as before they’d
gotten into the bed. She could tell his movement was easier than it had been
earlier.

“I want to watch you getting a bigger and rounder belly as
the child grows inside you. Your breasts will get heavy and droop onto your
nice, fat belly, awaiting the birth of the rightful heir of Vikalla. Surely you
can see how this child would end any remaining strife and objections. He is the
symbol of my reign and the continuation of the royal lineage. By giving birth
to the heir, you, Syranna, will be granting peace to your father’s followers.
Surely that means something.”

It was getting hard to focus as his fingers continued to
stroke and massage her clit and pussy. She spoke instinctively, needing to
object on some level. “I could prevent this pregnancy. I know quite a bit about
magic and potions. I don’t have to be pregnant if I don’t want to.”

Marcus nodded and lowered his mouth to her breast. He didn’t
speak as he increased the intensity and depth of his touch on her body as he
suckled her nipple. His tongue rubbed and flicked all over the tight bud of
nervous flesh. His fingers increased their intensity.

Syranna stopped thinking at that point. All she knew was
that her body was rocketing toward another one of those mind-boggling physical
releases…an orgasm. Her hips jerked and squirmed even as her inner muscles
soared into spasms beyond any kind of human control. Over and over she came
atop that pillow, until she was gasping for breath and her skin was damp from
exertion.

The last thing she was aware of was Marcus pulling the
covers over their bodies, with her hips still propped on the pillow.