He slowly bent his head, and again Lily was trapped by the horns, this time for real. But her dream hadn’t prepared her for what the king did next.
Hot wetness spread all over her softest flesh. She moaned and her hips jerked. Raising herself on her hands, Lily looked down, right as his tongue lapped at her again. He was tasting her.
Lily lay back down and tried to keep still, but her hips buckled and her back arched, pressing her more firmly against his hot tongue. He licked her leisurely, and Lily couldn’t stand the slow pace. She rubbed herself against his tongue and was rewarded with a deep, rumbling chuckle.
“You’re so eager, little human. It pleases me very much.”
He pressed her hips down with one hand to keep her still and continued licking her as though she were an exquisite dessert. Pleasure buzzed in Lily’s core and she moaned quietly each time his coarse, wet tongue slowly passed over her most sensitive nub.
He was thorough. He licked inside every little crevice, explored her folds with agonizing curiosity.
“Please… Please…” she moaned, herself unaware of what exactly she was begging for.
But he was relentless. Her begging only made him laugh and slow down even more. Her body was trembling by now, wavesof heat radiating from his hot tongue to envelop her whole. He moved back and looked at her core.
“You look feverish, little human,” he said.
Then he blew softly on her engorged flesh and Lily whimpered. The coolness of his breath made her squirm, but he held her hips down.
“Please,” she begged again.
He lapped at her again and now she shivered from the heat. The exquisite torture was driving her crazy, and if he didn’t do anything to make it better, she would…
He plunged his tongue inside her and Lily cried out. Having him lick her was one thing… But now he thrust his hot, rigid tongue deep, and her whole body trembled at his wonderful intrusion. What would it feel like when he pushed his member in?
But he gave her no time to think. He thrust his tongue in her tightness again and again, and a new tension built up in Lily’s belly. She wanted to be invaded more deeply. She wanted him to conquer her with his throbbing manhood.
He stepped back and removed his clothes, and she could finally see his red, thick shaft. How could such a huge thing ever fit inside her body? He must have seen worry on her face because he chuckled darkly and kneeled between her legs again.
“Soon, little woman. But not yet.”
He held her hips down and caressed her folds with his fingers. Lily squirmed in his strong hold, but he didn’t let her move even an inch. She was trapped. He circled her opening with his finger, murmuring in appreciation. For a moment, he stopped moving, Lily took a deep breath…
He pushed his finger inside her. She jerked, but he held her down. His finger slid inside very slowly, then retreated. He pushed it in again and Lily gulped deep breaths, her senses overwhelmed by the intrusion. When it felt like his finger was lodged fully in her opening, he ran slow circles around her inner walls, wider and wider. She understood. He was preparing her for his huge member.
Still, it didn’t feel deep enough. There was something blocking him. Lily bit her lip, suddenly anxious. He sensed her tension and looked up.
“Your purity pleases me, little human,” he said and stood up, towering high above her.
Warmth spread inside Lily. The fact that she pleased him so much added to her pleasure. She glanced at his rigid shaft, how its head glistened with moisture. He was erect because of her.
The horned king lowered himself so he was on top of her. Lily’s nipples, hard with desire, almost touched his red chest. She strained to lift herself up and close the distance. He bared his teeth at her, his face so close, she could feel his hot breath on her forehead.
He controlled his position carefully. Inch by inch, he lowered himself until their bodies touched. Lily’s breasts brushed against his red skin with her every breath. He didn’t crush her with his weight, but she was trapped nevertheless. The pulsing hardness of his manhood pressed against her thigh and Lily rubbed herself against it as much as she could, hoping he would finally lose control and satisfy her desire.
The king kissed her again, his tongue assaulting her mouth without mercy. He kissed her until she was lightheaded, but she still craved more of him. Finally, he stopped the kiss and movedback, but before Lily could even out her breathing, he thrust inside her.
She cried out with pain. He would rip her to pieces, too enormous for her, impossible, too much… Waves of pain rolled through her body and she whimpered, but still, the thick pole wasn’t removed, still, he sat snugly inside her. Through tears, she looked up at his face. He was looking down at her, his face tightly focused, teeth bared. Now he was the monster again.
He didn’t move, only watched her face. The pain slowly receded. Lily wiped her tears, angry at herself for this show of weakness. What was she expecting? He was huge and she—a virgin.
“Thank you,” she said. “For giving me time.”
His nostrils flared.
“Oh, believe me, human. It wasn’t easy.”
He moved back and then thrust inside, slowly, watching her with intent focus. Lily hissed, but the pain turned into a dull ache. She could feel other sensations: how snugly her flesh enveloped him; how the slow friction inside her touched places she never knew existed; how powerful he was, fully in control.
