Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
He then opened and cocked his legs, tipping his head to his lap to share where she would position.
She moved there immediately, settling down on a hip between his legs.
“Slide down and free me,” he murmured, watching her face grow hungry. “Then get comfortable and draw my sac in your mouth.”
That hunger grew, stirring him, though he’d been hard before, this beginning when he gave her the order to join him.
She again did as told, and he watched her, stirred all the more.
Absolutely.
She was an exceptional submissive.
Her warm wet mouth around his balls, he leisurely stroked his hard cock as he looked into her eyes.
And he began.
“This tale is known as the Emperor of Dust. But it is about the lady of the chalk. Not surprisingly, she lived on the chalk, alone, and lonely. From her home on the chalk, or the moon, she watched the earth, pining for company. She witnessed men and women falling in love, and she yearned for a lover. The emperors along the ages knew of the lady of the chalk. They knew it was she that appeared, lighting the night sky. They had heard her beauty was the greatest of all throughout eternity. And they knew her power was even greater. Generation after generation, they plotted and planned to find a way to build a bridge into the night sky, to the chalk, in order to claim her, possess her, make her beauty their own. But mostly, they schemed to take her magic that shone through the dark.” He lowered his voice. “Suckle, mouse, gently.”
She did that.
He enjoyed it as she did.
He also shifted so his legs were wider, the cushion of his thigh steadier for her head, and he carried on.
“One day, while watching the earth, the lady of the chalk noticed a warrior. He was the mightiest of all. His spear always hit true. His bamboo staff was never broken. He was also the most handsome she’d ever seen over her thousands of years on the chalk. She fell in love with him and sent down her magic to grace his sword, for it never to be broken in battle, for him never to be harmed when he faced a foe. She did this as he slept, but he woke, and on the beam of her magic, he saw her face and fell madly in love with her. He sent a promise through her beam that he would find a way to get to her. He would then wed her, keep her safe and make her happy for the rest of her days. Release, Serena.”
She let loose his balls.
Chu shifted his cock and she took his cue, repositioning.
He slid in her sweet, hot mouth.
“Hold me, my slave princess,” he murmured. “No suckling.”
She nodded carefully, her eyes locked on his.
With his cock in her mouth, Chu stroked her jaw and recommenced his story.
“The emperor at that time had a powerful sorcerer who he had ordered to find a way to the lady of the chalk. In his magical mirror, this sorcerer saw the beam, heard the warrior’s message, and warned the emperor that the lady of the chalk had fallen in love with the mightiest warrior of the realm. He also warned the emperor that he had had a dream that this warrior was so strong and stout, their love so true, the warrior could build a bridge and he would not only steal the lady of the chalk from the emperor, he would also leave the emperor empty.” He cupped her jaw and warned, “I said, no suckling, Serena.”
She stopped what she’d started doing.
“Good girl,” he murmured and continued, “Worried about his reign, the emperor vowed no one would have her but he, so he gathered them all and ordered every warrior in his realm to attack the warrior. He found the sorcerer was right. This warrior was so strong and stout, his sword indomitable, one after the other, hundreds, then thousands of warriors fell as the lady of the chalk watched in fear and horror. And when her love defeated the last one, she rejoiced, and he roared his triumph to the sky. He threw up his sword in victory and a bridge formed on the arc of its path, straight to the chalk. So delighted was he that the bridge had formed, he ran there, without sword or shield, the emperor running after him with his royal bow and arrow. The warrior arrived, took his love in his arms, but before he could bestow on her a kiss, he took an arrow to his back, right through the heart. As he fell, the lady of the chalk held tight to her beloved and fell with him, into the dark sky, falling and falling through the nothingness, together forever. At their loss, the moon grew cold and stark, and the bridge crumbled away. The emperor perished there and dissolved into dust, known only for eternity as the Emperor of Dust.”