Page 15 of His Huge Horns

He reached one hand forward, easily grabbing her nipple between his fingers. Lily hissed with pleasure, and he pickedup the pace, plundering her, rolling her tight, hardened nipple between his fingers until she shattered again, crying out meaningless words. He thrust deep, burrowing himself in her hot flesh, and he came, bathing her in his seed.

When he pulled out of her, his essence spilled out of Lily’s body in a generous flow, flooding her thighs with sticky hotness.

The king grabbed his trousers and dressed with efficiency. Before she could protest, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms.

“You’re not hanging me upside down again, are you?” she asked.

He grinned.

“I’m taking you to the palace, my queen. I am eager to ravish you many, many times, but this place is not fit for you. Do not fear. I will carry you. Sleep in my arms if you’re tired. Rest well, and when we arrive, I will wake you in a way you are sure to appreciate.”

So Lily slept, carried in his arms. And when she woke up, he ravished her many, many times. Just as he had promised.