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)
As he finished, he saw Serena staring up at him, his cock in her mouth, but her eyes again were bemused, feeling something and not understanding it.
“Slide me out, Serena, then on your hand and knees, arse to me, I wish it reddened before I fuck you.”
She knew how to feel about that and did not delay in carrying out his instructions.
Chu took his knees beside her, allowing his hand to roam the pale skin of her arse. Also allowing himself to enjoy the delicate trembling of her long limbs as she felt her Master’s touch and awaited his intentions. This he did before he spanked her, not lightly, but not too much. She’d be in a saddle for days and he wanted her in every moment to be aware of her Master and his dominion over her, but not suffering.
He then positioned behind her and drove into her slick, greedy cunt. He listened to her deep, needy moans as he used her until he pulled her up by her hair, sitting her on his cock, straddling his lap.
He petted her clit.
She whimpered.
“Who’s inside you?” he whispered in her ear.
“My Master.”
“Did you enjoy your spanking?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy the story?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t…I-I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know?”
“I don’t know the answer to that either, Master.”
“Because it was unhappy?”
“Was she alive?”
Her question threw him.
“I’m sorry?”
“Her lover was dead, she held him, falling forever. Was she alive while she held him, the lady of the chalk?”
“What do you think?”
“I want her to be dead.”
“Why?”
“Because it is far too awful to think of her forever alive, holding her dead lover.”
It was.
It was far too awful to think of it like that.
He just didn’t think Serena had it in her to consider that.
But he liked it that she did.
And as she did, this deserved a reward.
“Climb off, turn, and climb back on, Serena,” he growled.
She twitched in surprise, for after their very first time, he’d never taken her facing him.
But she did as told.
When he had her sleek pussy again, he ordered, “Tunic off.”
She did that as well.
And he liked her like this, naked and vulnerable astride him, while he was fully clothed.
He held her eyes and commanded, “Now ride me until I come, if you come as you do, do it freely, but do not lose my gaze.”
Serena rode him, hard and rough, and Chu dug his fingers into the heated flesh of her arse as she did so.
He lost her gaze when she came, still bouncing on his cock, but he allowed that for she carried on bouncing on his cock.
He took his hand from her arse to grip her hair and yank her head back, feeling her pussy tighten around him and hearing her cry of pleasure when he did this.
He then shot his seed deep inside her.
“Don your tunic,” he ordered hoarsely, still drifting down from his climax.
With shaking hands, she complied.
“You’ve pleased me,” he shared.
“This makes me happy, Master,” she whispered.
“Did you miss our play?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Very much, Master.”
“Show me how much, little mouse.”
She looked confused again.
And Chu took pity on her again.
“Offer me your mouth, beautiful slave,” he murmured.
That earned him surprise but she tipped her head back, her lips parted.
He took what he wanted until she squirmed in his lap, then he took it away.
“Grab hold of the blanket, shake it out behind you and hold it to your shoulders,” he commanded, and she obeyed, now with trembling hands.
He lay back, bringing her with him so she was atop him, astride him, his seed mixed with her juices dripping between them, the blanket over them.
“You sleep here,” he said.
“Master?”
She was confused again.
This time, he did naught to enlighten her.
“As your reward for pleasing me and sharing your need for your Master’s attention, if you wake before me, you will wake me with your mouth at my cock. If I wake before you, you will wake with my cock sliding in your mouth. Now relax and sleep.”
“Yes, Master.”
It took her some time, but she relaxed, and he felt her body start to get heavy.
Only then did he say, “She was alive, the lady of the chalk, for that is our fate, a life of yearning and then heartbreak. But in the end, she had what she wanted in her arms for eternity.”
“I don’t like that, Chu,” she whispered.
“Tell my mother that.”
It was then she did something that was most unsettling of all.
After making a mew of what sounded like pain, Princess Serena of the Nadirii nuzzled his neck with her face, tightened her hold on him with her thighs, and tucked her arms against the outside of his in an effort to hold him.
This hold loosened as she found sleep.
But Chu didn’t.
He lay under her, his body warmed by a confounding woman, his eyes aimed at the cold desolation of chalk.
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