Royal Love

Chapter Three

Suzanna's nerves intensified even further when she entered the dining hall and her eyes settled upon the handsome figure of the king. He looked up as he heard the door open and gazed at her, his mouth slightly open. She'd seen the look in his eyes before. It was one of undeniable lust; a lust so powerful that it could corrupt any man and send him crawling towards her.

King Tyson was not just any man and a part of her was disappointed when he did not. He was strong and handsome with deep blue eyes that forced her knees to grow weak beneath the weight of his stare. She began to blush as she realised just how intensely his eyes were devouring her body and could not help but wonder what he looked like beneath the fine silk garments he was wearing. She felt her pussy moisten once again and blushed even more.

After a long minute, he broke the gaze as he realised just how much he was staring. A look of embarrassment crossed his face but was almost instantly hidden as he regained his composure. It was so short lived that Suzanna wasn't sure whether she'd imagined it or not and only wished that she could do the same with the redness that covered her face.

"Sorry Suzanna. I did not mean to stare. I apologise if it made you feel uncomfortable. You look fantastic."

Every woman welcomes a compliment and Suzanna managed to smile nervously at him. After a moment, during which she screamed silently in delight, she dismissed his apology.

"There is no need to apologise my lord. I do not mind that you find me attractive."

"No, I don't suppose you would," he said with a chuckle.

The smile and chuckle broke through the tense atmosphere that had previously formed and Suzanna began to make her way towards the rich mahogany table that dominated the room. The table could seat twelve people on each side and at its head sat Tyson. He beckoned to the seat beside him whilst trying to avoid looking too much at Suzanna's breasts. It was hard work because they bounced gently within the confines of the splendid dress that she was wearing as she made her way towards him.

Suzanna took her seat and her heart stopped beating as her leg accidently touched Tyson's beneath the table. He said nothing of the contact but she could have sworn that he gasped. Clearly, she wasn't the only one struggling with arousal. She stared intently at the table, studying the patterns on the wood, as Tyson fiddled his fingers and a silence fell upon them.

"Did you like your quarters?" he asked after a minute. Suzanna knew she couldn't stare at the table all night and so she looked towards, but not quite at, Tyson.

"I don't think there's a word to describe just how much I liked them. They were far beyond what I had expected. Thank you."

"There is no need to thank me. I am only trying to make up for the pain that you suffered. How are the aches?" he asked.

"I can barely feel them. Ólwen made me a bath with some herbal treatment for them. It worked like a wonder."

"I am glad to hear that."

The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a servant from the kitchens. The servant carried with them a jug of wine and placed it on the table before whispering in the king's ear. The king nodded in understanding and the servant left.

"I'm sorry, but there will be a short delay before the meal arrives. Would you like some wine?"

She nodded her head and watched as the king poured two glasses before offering one to her. As she took it, their fingers lightly touched and a tingle passed through her body. Tyson smiled at her as he raised his glass into the air.

"To a swift recovery," he toasted.

She joined in with his toast before taking a sip of the wine. It tasted extremely good and, although she had very little experience with wine, she could tell that it was of an exceptionally high quality. How could it not have been? She was dining with the king. She had to keep telling herself that to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Tyson continued to make small talk with her and she found that her nerves were starting to fade. It was partly down to the wine, but also because she was starting to like him. Despite his obvious grandeur, she found it easy to talk to him and was beginning to enjoy their conversation. Perhaps there was something between them.

She'd told him about her childhood and he seemed sorry for everything that had happened to her, even though none of it was his fault. She forgot his title and saw him as a handsome, caring man. She knew then that there was far more than physical attraction between them.

The meal arrived and they continued talking. They'd moved on from Suzanna's life and she was now questioning him about his. He told her that he'd been ruling for about eight years since his father had died when Tyson was just twenty years old. It was a great burden to put on the shoulders of a young man and he didn't think that he had been ready for it. Apparently, he'd made some bad mistakes during the early days of his rule. He wouldn't talk more about them though, even though Suzanna begged him to.

"Tell me," she pleaded with great open eyes.

"No," he replied with a slight laugh. He had to force himself to avoid her eyes, or he would have crumbled to her wishes.

"Pretty please?"

She was giving him the smile. The one that had so often got her what she wanted. He took a deep breath and considered before replying,

"No."

"Damn it. You're no fun," she said with a laugh that made his heart melt.

It hadn't been easy to deny her - she could have convinced a god with that smile. She returned back to her meal and Tyson watched with interest as she ate. It was surprising just how sexy her mouth was, regardless of what she was doing with it. As her hand reached out for the wine jug to refill her glass, he had an idea. Reaching for it at the same time he made sure that their hands met. Even though he had planned it, an uncontrollable jolt shot through his body.

Suzanna experienced something even more electrifying and her hand shot back in surprise. She looked at him automatically to apologise for the contact and saw that he was smiling. Realising that the touch had been intentional, she returned the smile a little nervously. She was almost certain this would end badly but she was drunk, both with alcohol and with lust, and she could no longer deny her desires.

If it ended in regret, she could live with it; but if their paths were to be united, and their futures together as one, then it would be beyond her wildest dreams. The mere possibility was worth the risk. With a deep breath, she extended her hand towards his, throwing caution to the wind. Her hand wrapped fondly around his as she finally gave him the signal he needed.

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They were flirting openly by the time the desert arrived and regularly making contact for no reason other than to make contact. The wine had helped them become comfortable around one another, but it had always been inevitable. They both knew that this could go horribly wrong but they had already boarded the express train. There was no going back, so they may as well make the most of the journey and hope that it never ended.

At the end of the meal, Suzanna noticed that Tyson was staring at her again. She smiled sweetly at him and placed her hand on his cheek.

"I must be going now, my lord. I've had a fantastic time. Thank you for everything."

She swayed slightly as she stood up and Tyson's hand automatically shot out to grab her hip and steady her. She looked down at him as he rose out of his seat to assist her and watched his lips draw closer. Yes, definitely kissable.

Tyson's eyes widened as he realised what Suzanna was doing. She looked at him in a mixture of desire, passion and happiness as a shiver of excitement ran down her spine and the distance between their lips became nothing. Ecstasy coursed through her like a bolt of lightning as her soft lips closed upon Tyson's and the world around them ceased to exist. Looking into his eyes, she had no doubt that this wasn't just about lust. It was so much more than that.

His fondly caressed the back of her head as her hand roamed his body, enjoying the taut muscles that defined it. His fingers trailed through her hair as her eyes closed and her knees grew so weak she had to lean on him to remain standing. Her body, mind and soul passed into heaven as she fell deeper into their kiss.

Tyson slid his tongue into Suzanna's welcoming mouth where it began a sensuous dance with hers that left them both hungering for more. Her tongue followed his out of her mouth and crossed into his before running along his teeth. He sucked gently upon it as his heart exploded into happiness.

After an eternity, they broke the kiss and, for the first time, the smile that Suzanna gave to him was downright naughty.

"Your castle is like a maze, my lord. I'm afraid I might get lost. Will you show me the way back to my room? I might even need your help to find my bed."

There was no need to be subtle about it; they both knew where they were heading. Tyson firmly took her hand before leading her through the castle.

Chapter Four

Suzanna gasped as Tyson's strong arms wrapped around her body from behind. They had just arrived in her quarters and the king had waited all the time it took for the door to close before trapping her in his powerful, loving embrace. He was drunk with lust for her as she was for him; nothing could contain it. She turned and her body rippled in excitement as his mouth descended upon her and she lost herself in the passion of his kiss once again.

Her hand drifted down to stroke his cock lightly through the silky fabric of his trousers and she broke the kiss to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. As her hand started to unbuckle his belt, he reached down and took it firmly in his own, sliding his fingers between hers before bringing it to his lips in a sweet, loving gesture.

He led her over to the bed before kissing her lips with deep passion once again. She broke the kiss and began to remove her dress, swaying slightly as the alcohol continued to course through her. She dropped the dress to the floor, leaving her standing before him in just her bra and panties as his eyes feasted upon her near-naked body and all of its wonderful perfections. She looked deep into his eyes and a longing in her heart made her ask something of him.

"Please, don't just fuck me tonight Tyson; make love to me instead."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied as he gently pushed her into the softness of the bed. His lips closed on hers and his hand became tied with hers once again. Taking him by surprise, she rolled over forcefully and, with a mad giggle, pushed him onto his back beneath her. She leant down to kiss his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth as her magnificent breasts were pushed against his chest. His hand tickled her back on its way to her bra strap, making her skin ripple beneath his touch. She broke the kiss and straightened up, allowing the bra to fall onto his chest. He ignored it as he was drawn towards the splendour of her breasts and the erect nipples upon them.

His hand moved to her breast and his fingers massaged the soft flesh as his head descended towards the nipple. He had always been a breast man and she had some of the finest he had ever seen. A quiet moan left her mouth as his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. His free hand was sliding over her firm stomach on its way towards her chest. He gently palmed the breast that had so far remained untouched before taking hold of the nipple between his fingers and gently pulling on it.

Her body jerked towards him and a blissful moan left her mouth as he bit lightly upon the nipple in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the nipple before releasing it and looked up at her face. Her eyes had been closed but she opened them as he released the pressure and lowered her head to give the kiss he demanded. His hand snuck down her body and began to gently stroke her pussy through her panties. She moaned appreciatively into his mouth before breaking the kiss with a gasp as his finger slid beneath the panties and into her slick pussy.

His mouth returned to her nipple and his finger furiously worked its way into her pussy as a series of intense moans left her mouth. Her body began to quiver as he bought her towards an orgasm and, when she finally reached it a minute later, she let out a great scream of pleasure. He retracted himself from her and a heartfelt smile appeared on his lips.

She began to grind her panty-clad pussy against his hard shaft. Lightly at first, but getting them both to moan simultaneously as the pressure increased. Tyson released his grip on her breasts and laid back to enjoy the bliss she was causing to both of them. A short while later and she began to unbuckle his belt. Once again he stopped her.

"I am a king that puts his people first," he told her as he beckoned for them to switch places so that she was now lying on the bed and he moved down towards her feet. She smiled lovingly at him as he reached for her panties and began to pull them down. He licked his lips and she tingled in anticipation.

Tyson took a firm hold of her panties and slowly removed them, his eyes widening with passionate lust as her pussy was finally revealed to his eyes. Her pubic hair had been trimmed so that there was a small but dignified patch above her pussy, with the lips left bare. It was a sight that he was fully appreciative of as he lifted her smooth legs and split them to either side of him. He softly placed his lips upon her calf, kissing it gently. Her pussy which moistened in eagerness as he gradually made his way towards it.

Her body ignited as he took the first taste, licking slowly from the bottom of her pussy. A satisfied moan escaped her mouth as she pushed her sculptured hips towards him. Her hand clenched into a fist as his tongue returned for another lick before curling back into his mouth so that he could savour as much of her sweet taste as possible. There were few things he enjoyed more than the delicacy of a beautiful pussy beneath his tongue.

Suzanna moaned passionately as his tongue continued to perform miracles on her pussy. He was thoroughly enjoying being the source of such intense pleasure and, as her hand settled on the back of his head and locked it in place against her pussy, he couldn't help but smile inside. He would have smiled visibly if his tongue had not been protruding out of his mouth and sliding once more over her clit. Five minutes later and his head was forced into her pussy with the onrush of an orgasm that drowned his mouth with her juices.

He happily lapped up that which she gave, but provided no relief in return. He continued to pleasure what was now an extremely sensitive pussy with his mouth for another minute before sliding his index finger into her. She watched as he reinserted the finger, pushing it as far into her as possible, and let out a gasp.

A few minutes later and her eyes were closed, her head had dropped back onto the pillow and her moans continued to echo through the room as his unrelenting finger pleasured her pussy. Her hands found their way to her buxom breasts as his tongue returned to her pussy once again and licked quickly along her outer lips. His mouth then moved to her clit and she cried out in bliss as he sucked, licked and fingered her towards yet another orgasm.

Thirty seconds later and with an ear-splitting moan, her hips pushed against his finger as she tried to force it even further into her slick depths. Her eyes rolled back as she fell into the high seas of ecstasy and was tossed around by the waves of another orgasm.

Tyson smiled at his handiwork as he watched her come back down from her climax before removing his top. He was about to unbuckle his belt when her hand knocked his out of the way.

"Mine," she said possessively as she removed the belt and pulled his trousers off of him. She gently stroked his cock through his boxers before removing them also. She spent a moment looking at his naked body; admiring his strong, lean muscles and his cock which stood proud at attention before her hungry eyes. It looked to be the perfect size; big enough to cause immense pleasure, whilst not being so big that it would hurt.

She looked deeply into his eyes as her tongue slid out and licked the underside of his royal cock, tasting him for the first time. It was a pleasant enough taste. It wasn't exactly nice, but it wasn't displeasing either. She was more than happy to take it into her mouth and return the pleasure that he had given to her.

"Oh Suzanna," Tyson moaned as the head of his cock passed between her lips into warm, comforting wetness. Her tongue licked quickly around it before she began to take more of him into her. Eventually he groaned as he felt the back of her throat. Clearly, this wasn't her first time giving head and he couldn't help but feel jealous over who ever had been with her before.

She was very skilled and, with her immense willingness to please him, she was making some incredible feelings course through his body. She started to experiment with different techniques, trying to find out what felt good for him. Honestly though, he didn't care what she did as long as it involved her mouth around his cock.

Suzanna continued to stare lovingly into Tyson's eyes as her hand cupped his balls and her glorious mouth descended around the full length of his cock once more. She was bringing him quickly to his climax, so quickly in fact that he barely registered it coming before it arrived. Both hands settled on her head and pulled as he thrust his hips towards her, forcing his cock into her mouth as far as possible with an almighty grunt.

Suzanna choked as her mouth was unexpectedly filled with Tyson's cum. She panicked for a moment before realising what had happened. She swallowed the cum in her mouth before milking him for every last drop. When his cock withdrew from her mouth a few seconds later, it seemed she'd done a pretty good job although Tyson would consider that to be a serious understatement.

"Sorry," Tyson said through heavy panting. "I would have warned you but it came on too fast. You did a wonderful job."

She dismissed his apology with a smile that turned dangerously naughty as her tongue descended on his balls once more and she slowly stroked his cock back to hardness. Finally, she lay back on the bed and, without a second thought, gave him a single order: "Fuck me."

Tyson was not used to taking orders, but he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy without hesitation. He leant forward to kiss her before placing his hands on either side of her head and then began to slowly his cock into her.

By the gods, her pussy was tight and it felt tremendous around his cock. He watched her eyes burn with intense, passionate love as his cock passed further into her and she let out a murmur of pleasure as his cock sank farther into her depths. It was stretching her pussy in a way that was slightly painful yet extremely wonderful. He let out a groan when his full length was finally buried within her and his lips found hers once again.

She was content to let him set the pace as he began to withdraw from her pussy. When just the head was left inside, he gently sucked on her nipple before pushing back into her. He was taking soft, slow, gentle strokes but with every tender stroke, he pushed into her as far as possible.

Suzanna moaned his name as his cock filled her to the max again and again. Never had she felt quite so happy during sex. She had always enjoyed it, but never before had there been a reason to be happy because of it. Lying beneath the strong, muscular body of Tyson as he made love to her was more than enough of a reason. That's not to say that it was perfect though.