The Exchange Ch. 06

Yet her husband crooned and petted the side of her head, telling her she was doing so well.

The way the muscles in his thighs flexed ...

Strangely encouraging ...

Her head slid up and down. Her tongue and lips learned the smooth texture of her husband's most delicate flesh. Her ears took in his growing moans, and they were quite stimulating. She couldn't have said why even if she didn't have his cock in her mouth. She pressed her own thighs together, trying to put some friction there. Her natural lubrication was coming. It did nothing to cool her down.

As if in pain, as if it was begging and crying out for Nitishila, her inner channel was spasming and pushing out more mucus.

Inka sighed and hummed on his great stalk. This was new and peculiar to her, but she couldn't deny that she liked it. She wondered if he'd eventually squirt past her teeth. She didn't wonder for much longer, because before he could do that Nitishila pulled her head off and led her up to her feet. Then he told her to sit on his lap with her legs open, her feet on the base ring on the stool's legs, and her chest facing his.

She thought it was an awkward position, but it became more comfortable when he was kissing her. It became even more comfortable when his erection's head nudged and tapped her wet opening between her thighs, even touching her clitoris. Her arms slithered over as much of his skin as possible, and his were doing the same. He even gripped and massaged her buttocks.

No warning.

Nitishila lifted her up and sunk her cunt over him, enclosing him, and making her shout out an Eiraglan word that echoed around the room.

He kissed her throat and asked, "Would you be willing to answer any questions honestly now?"

Questions? What? Since when did he have questions?!

Inka tried to catch her breath, but he was rocking her body, and she was helping him, damn it! It didn't matter that she was technically on top of him, she still felt that she was being taken.

Nitishila's erection was almost all the way out when he asked, "What's your favorite food?"

With wild eyes and a brow marked with surprise, Inka yelped out, "What?!"

He slammed her right back down, quickly filling her. She actually cursed, not in Gehnan, but it was a curse.

"Favorite food, Darling." He sounded like he wanted to giggle at her.

"Ah!! Ah ... cranberry jam ... on toast?"

"I'm so sorry, Inka." He nuzzled her face. "Cranberries don't grow well here. Can you think of something else?"

Her body was bounced again. Her thighs were happily shaking. "Hnngggghhhh ... cucumbers ... pickled in vinegar?"

"That's achievable. Now what's your favorite gemstone?"

Inka's poor chest was sore from her bouncing breasts. "Ah ... I don't know."

"Think, then." He put his tongue in her mouth and licked around, all while holding her down and refusing to let her move. His erection practically seared her. She tried wiggling around but he wouldn't help her at all. Still, he did pry his mouth away at one point.

Her brain frantic, her voice nearly the same, Inka blurted out, "Opal?! Black opal?!"

Nitishila was smiling. "That will be difficult to find, but not impossible." He put a very light slap on one of her buttocks, not even hard enough to hurt. "What's your favorite color?"

"Pale blue ... or pink? Most pinks?"

He let her rock on him again. It made her give a pleased sigh. "Such a good little princess," Nitishila said. "What's your favorite animal?"

"Dog? Cat? Bird?"

"Fine choices."

He stopped asking questions then. He just let her enjoy the motions, and let himself enjoy it too while he was at it. She leaned in, compressing her breasts, mewling and almost sobbing. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh! Niti! It's deeper than normal!!"

His eyes flared quite joyfully, and his teeth gleamed. "All the better to reach your womb."

"Ah!! Please!!" Inka felt a little bit of his pubic hair on her clitoris. That's how deeply she was penetrated. She was essentially slapping him with her body. "Please let me have your child!!"

Slick and tight, wet but still on fire. Layers and layers of amazing bliss soon had her body seizing up. She was right at the best moment, the moment where her toes fanned out, curled, and fanned out again, the moment when she even drooled a little.

When Nitishila held her down, she hardly felt it. When he barked out a violent noise, she hardly heard it. When he sighed and bathed her accepting womb with his seed, she was too busy with twitching and groaning to notice.

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The Gehnan Empire had quite a few smaller kingdoms within its borders, and one of those kingdoms was Haramani. That king's second oldest son was Mayur Mishradas.

He was widely considered to be a handsome man in his own right. Tall and lithe, an intelligent if mischievous face. Bright gray brown eyes and slightly wide nostrils. Dark brown hair with a length that normally reached his chin, but was usually hidden in his turban.

On this morning, he'd arrived at the Gehnan Royal Palace to attend the court and pay his respects. He'd also planned on asking to visit Princess Lataa's apartment. He was happy when he received a positive response from her.

The thick smell of pipe smoke was lovely to his nose, like a spicy incense. Or that's what Mayur thought. When the beautiful little woman came to him, she had a distressed expression, and she fell at his side. "Oh, Mayur," she said quite dramatically, "I'm so glad to have you here! I need your comforting voice!"

Frowning and lightly patting her hand, Mayur asked, "What ails my dearest little princess?"

"The new Princess Consort," Lataa said as she took her pipe from a maid, her lips pouting. "She's so hateful towards me. She pretends to be my friend but I know she's plotting against me. She must be jealous of my beauty."

Mayur watched her take a few puffs from her pipe, and with a smile he softly told her, "There are ways to deal with unpleasant people, Your Highness."

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