Chapter 13

LUCIEN

She processed the sudden change of location, but she didn’t freak out. Instead, she began rubbing her hands on the bedcover underneath her, which was more evidence of her drunken state.

“It’s so soft!” She looked up at me with a childlike grin on her face.

“Nicolette, I am the king of Zaxonia. And I want to play with you.” I tried to sound serious to get her to focus on me and not the bed. It worked.

Her face became serious and she sat up straight. She looked beautiful. “Let’s play, then.” One corner of her mouth curved up into a devious smile.

I mirrored it and leaned forward on the palms of my hands. “And you remember the bet?”

She nodded her head.

“And you agree to the terms?” I crawled toward her.

She nodded again, leaning back as I crawled closer.

“Can I play however I want?” I got on top of her and she nodded, but I told her I needed her to say it.

“Yes, you can play however you want.” Then worry flashed across her face and she looked away from me. “But… I’m a virgin.”

A strange feeling welled in my chest and I turned her face toward mine. “Worry not, Nicolette.” I then lowered my head and whispered in her ear, “I will be gentle.” With that, I claimed her mouth.

There was no holding back. No second thoughts. Just plain animal lust.

She whimpered underneath me, and that became a constant sound as I plundered the inside of her mouth with my tongue. She tasted so sweet, exactly as I remembered from the elevator.

Unlike the elevator, this time she returned my ardor with an intensity of her own.

She sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip, drawing a pinprick of blood. Her fingers raked my back, then went up to my head. She grabbed my hair hard, and I thought she was going to push me away, but she pulled my head closer instead.

She was acting like she was the one in charge. But this was my game to win.

When her tongue slid inside my mouth again, I captured and sucked it, holding it captive while my hand ventured down and cupped a breast. Her nipples were easy to find under the silk dress, and I moved my finger over one.

She broke away from our kiss to release a glorious syllable. “Ahh!”

I grinned in triumph. “Nicolette, your nipple is begging for my tongue.” I looked down and stroked it again.

She squirmed beneath me, nodded, and arched her back, raising her chest as if to say, “Take it.”

I moved my body lower and easily ripped the top half of the garment open. Her two precious globes came into view under the pinkish-yellow lighting of the tent. They were like other breasts I’d seen, but they captured my attention more.

~Because of who they were attached to~. I looked up at Nicolette and knew the voice in my mind was right.

With my thumb and forefinger, I pinched one nipple to see her reaction. She threw her head back, arched a little more, and made a mewling noise.

“Do I have permission to suck them, desime?” I wasn’t used to asking permission, even from virgins, but knowing she was drunk, I had to. I didn’t want to force her to do anything she would regret later. That she wouldn’t want to do again.

“No.” She looked down at me. “Not until you tell me what ~desime~ means.”

I smiled at her words. They meant she still had some sense of reason. I might lose that bet tomorrow after all. “It means princess. Try and remember that for tomorrow.” I ran my fingers along the undersides of her breasts.

“You kn-know I will.”

“So confident of you.” I squeezed one breast as I put my mouth on the other.

She cried out, arching her back higher.

I twirled my tongue around her nipple, then sucked it like a greedy animal.

“Your mouth. It’s…amazing,” she said.

I chuckled. “Too bad you will not remember it tomorrow.” I switched to the other breast. They both were worthy of a king’s attention.

She moaned and raked her fingers through my hair. Then she applied a slight downward force, signaling she wanted me to go lower. Or did I imagine that?

Deciding I didn’t care whether it was a signal or not, I rolled onto my side and brushed my hand down her waist and to her hip, easily finding the edge of the high slit of the dress. I pulled it quickly toward me and the fabric easily ripped away.

Her underwear was made of the same silky material, only white. Which did nothing to hide her folds. I smiled when I saw that she was bald down there, though I knew it wouldn’t have mattered. I needed to taste her. But first, more playing.

I dragged my nails slowly up her inner thigh while resuming my work on her breast. I smiled again when my fingers felt dampness as they crossed over to the other thigh.

She squirmed in response and opened her legs for me.

~Not so fast, Nicolette~, I thought, my throbbing cock angry and screaming for release. I ignored his desire to go inside her and looked back at her face. I wanted to see it when I touched her.

Her mouth flew open, her head flew back, and her hands clenched the bedcover as I lightly swept my fingers over the silky fabric covering her pussy, back and forth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” was all she could say, but these were interspersed with gasps, moans, and single-syllable sounds.

I found the hard nub of her clit and focused my finger attention there, pinching it, flicking it, and tracing over it, left to right, applying more pressure as it swelled with blood. When it looked like she was on the verge, when her breathing shallowed and she fell silent, I stopped.

She looked at me with wild eyes. “Why did you stop?”

I got back on top of her and smiled, then kissed from her neck to her breasts and from her breasts down to her underwear. Her clit was noticeable through the panties, and I pinched it with my lips, getting another moan from above.

I spread her legs wide and looked up at her. “Desime?” I wanted her to look at me while I made her climax. And I wanted the memory of this moment to make her blush every time it popped into her head.

“Nicolette? Do not look away from me. And try to remember this tomorrow, will you?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, propping herself up on her elbows.

I looked back down and pulled her underwear to the side. I licked her clit and blew on it.

Nicolette whimpered.

I looked back up and made sure she held my gaze as I took her into my mouth, sucking and licking her clit until she came.

I’d said I wanted to know this woman better, and that night proved to be informative.

I found out that she was a screamer.