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“Pillows!” he commands, dropping his hand.
In another surprising act of consideration, he snaps his fingers, and a smaller Orc servant appears to place a stack of plump pillows in front of the throne.
After climbing on, I realize the pillows provide both cushion for my knees and the height I need to easily take his cock in both hands.
I carefully lick up the thick back ridge before closing my lips around its bulbous head. I manage to swallow down more than the tip. But not much more before he hits the back of my throat. My mouth is stretched so wide, tears of strain prick my eyes.
His hand curls around the back of my head again, and I tense, fearing he’ll push my head down like Vance sometimes did while barking, “Play with my balls.”
It was annoying when Vance did it, but with the Emperor, it would be a disaster. Panic rises in my chest. Maybe he didn’t believe me when I told him that human mouths don’t stretch like our other two holes!
But then Ivar strokes my hair gently and says, “I will not last much longer, and I wish to have your eyes while I make the final claim, Little Bride.”
My eyes.
Oh…
Lifting my gaze to him, I find him staring down at me with the most tender expression—right before he releases into my mouth.
He predicted right. That didn’t take long.
I let out a shocked squeak as he spills down my throat to thunderous applause from the crowd behind me.
The Emperor doesn’t even glance up to acknowledge their applause.
He just continues to gaze down at me adoringly while bringing a thumb to my throat. I think so he can enjoy the tactile bob of me swallowing him down.
His load isn’t as crazy big this time, but it’s once again too much for my human body to contain. It spills out of the sides of my lips, but I keep on swallowing as best I can.
“You have done so well, Little Bride. I am almost finished, but do not swallow it all.”
He pulls my head back a little so his tip rests on my tongue as opposed to the back of my throat. “Collect a bit for me…”
No idea why he wants me to do that.
But I’m finding this guy hard to deny for reasons that don’t necessarily have anything to do with the formerly wild pheromone-induced frenzy that’s now tamped down to a gently pulsing desire between my legs.
When he pulls his spent length out, my mouth is chipmunk-cheeks full of his dynasty.
He lifts me back into his lap, arranging me in the same straddle as the first time he settled us on his throne.
Except instead of placing me on the thick ridge of his cock, he lifts me so high that my head is above his. Then he shocks the shit out of me by licking my mouth open to drink the cum I didn’t swallow.
And I mean all of it. He doesn’t only suck every ounce out, he cleans my lips with several swipes of what turns out to be a long, dark green tongue.
This is nothing—I mean nothing like the strictly human-on-human kisses I’ve experienced before. A censorious thought rises in my mind: Shouldn’t you be grossed out? By this kiss? By him? By all of this?
But Ivar’s ravenous kiss sends shivers of electricity up my spine, short-circuiting all that thought and all the former good-girl boundaries that came with it.
Did I say my sexual frenzy was all done? By the time he’s finished, I’m squirming against his chest.
He laughs, releasing me from the incredibly strange but weirdly arousing kiss. “Do you wish to be joined with me again, Little Bride?”
My answer is a frantic nod. Those gently simmering embers of arousal have returned to a bonfire roar.
He settles me back down on his tip. And this time, I welcome the incredible stretch of my pussy over his thick green shaft. Sliding down to his hilt is no problem at all.
But he brings his hand back down to my waist, stilling my hips when I try to start moving like our first time together.
