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Head gone for a swim?”
“Heheh.” He stroked her bare shoulder with his thumb as he chuckled. “Not quite that far, but one more and I'd be there.
“Mmh... oh Decky... I wish we could lie like this every night.”
He peered up at the blackness in the ceiling of his bedroom. So much wealth, so many women, royal status, regularly attending and indeed throwing fantastic parties for which some travel miles to attend. Elizabeth? She's just one of many he could call, yet there was only one he had in mind. The chunky girl rest her eyes as she leaned into him, and he opened his mouth ever so slightly, speaking without voice.
“Emma...” he mouthed, almost wishing she would materialize above him and float down to join him. He could picture her, her hair reaching down for him just as he knew he'd reach up to her in kind. He knew not what she looked like naked, but there she was, seeming like one of those star-class actress women in the pictures, but even more beautiful. He felt her locks, their lips meet, he runs a hand from her upper back along the delicate curve of her spine down to her rear, enjoying a squeeze.
Declan closed his eyes, keeping his mouth shut, hoping Liz was asleep or soon to be as he felt blood begin to rush to his manhood. Pressure built, and built, and built, and seeing her behind his closed eyes, his infamous cock throbbed and twitched desirously. He longed to hold her, to pleasure her, to touch her, and oh how he wished to fuck her. To thrust wildly, have her lose her mind with pleasure, and fill her up to the brim. Fill her with a nice warm bun to bake and grow in her lovely little oven.
Thankfully, Liz slept soundly, and he too fell from consciousness even while his manhood stood at attention in a tent in the sheet that blanketed them.
What a doll. She knew how he loved to wake up with his dick in a nice, hot mouth. He tossed the blankets aside, sleepily looking down as her eyes peered up at him, her head bobbing on his knob.
“Ohhh, you naughty little Queen...”
“Mmmm...” she moaned on him, her head suddenly bobbing more rapidly. A finger and thumb were wrapped about his base as she kept it steady in her grasp while she worked it. The other hand? It reached down... down... rubbing herself as she serviced the incredible-
“Duke-ee-poo...” she moaned up to him, jerking him rapidly. “Ready to stir me up good n' proper this morning? You know how much I prefer your prick to my itty bitty fingers.”
“Nnh... nnh...” he gave a grunt with every breath, a grunted moan, letting the pleasure and desire build and build and build within him, thinking upon the dream he'd had last night of attempting to screw Emma quietly so as to not wake the children in the next room. “MMH!” With another grunt, this one more pronounced, he pushed himself up to sitting. She retreated from his cock as his hands went to her, pulling her along and pushing her down onto her back.
“Ooo yeah. Theeeeere's my Duke.” Her legs were pushed apart as he took position. “You always did love good morning blows... ANH!” He thrust in immediately, twitching and throbbing within her. “Dec-... Declan! Oh God, Declan!”
“Hmph, hmph, HMPH!” She shuddered violently with each possessive thrust. Wham, wham, wham, wham, the rhythm continuing until the very bed began to slightly rock beneath them, squeaking, clunking. “Hahh, hahh, hahh, hahh.” Inevitably, putting in so much effort, his jaw lowered to allow breaths in through his mouth rather than merely his nose.
“Ohhhh Duke! Oh my love, what- nnnnnh! What's gotten... into... a-aauuuugh...” she moaned out in sudden climax as he reached down between them to the top of her slit, working the sensitive little nub of flesh, her 'pleasure button'.
Emma, sweet Emma, darling Emma, beautiful Emma, his head hung beside Elizabeth's as closed eyes brought images of the woman. Such passion in her views, in her beliefs, when she takes a stance she seems so adamant and stubborn about it. He could only imagine how she would conduct herself in their marital bed... marriage. A word he had never once seriously considered, and yet now as he imagined her, his hips thrusting wildly with thoughts of her, the word just seemed natural.
“Duke! Ohhhh Duke! Yes, yes, anh, keep going, keep g-... aaaaahn!” She shivered tremendously beneath him as he took her savagely. He could feel the pressure building, mounting, his manhood swelling within her wet hole, he could feel the heat of his seed building up as it prepares to gush forth.
Emma, Emma, in your fertile womanhood, he will plan his seed. As you shiver and quake beneath him, bear his child. As your soft belly jiggles against him-
Eyes shot wide as he broke himself from his trance, the thrust breaking rhythm for a fraction of a second, his first spurt about to arrive. Rapidly he pushed himself up, pulled his prick out, and it shot the first line of noble cum across the belly he'd nearly filled. One after another the spurts shot out, and looking down at faithful Liz, his commoner little piece of meat, he could feel himself already softening in his grasp, but none the less flexed himself, providing more pressure to the orgasm, finally hitting her in the chin and nose with a single gush.
She certainly didn't mind, licking her lips as she tasted him, his orgasm petering out. Getting his semen on her, it merely excused her to request to use his luxurious bathroom facilities. The woman sometimes dreamed of owning such a home, but at least she had her Duke to lavish her with occasional tastes of nobility. She took her time, too, splashing merrily in the warm water. Meanwhile, he had a hang-over to do away with and an appointment to keep that evening.
Chapter 6
The front door opened before he’d even fully stopped the car. Holding up the fabric, it wasn’t the dress he had bought for her, but none the less she did her best to keep it from touching the dirt.
“Good afternoon, Viscountess.” He gave with a smile, making his way around the rumbling engine to get the door for her.
“Mmm?”
“Good afternoon.” She looked devoid of emotion as she processed the greeting, and nodded in reply.
“Afternoon, Duke.” A somber nod as she sat down, the door carefully closed beside her. Declan watched the woman as he made his way to the driver’s side again, and her eyes remained at the fore, unwavering, not to him, and not to the house. He’d just hunched slightly to get the driver-side door open when he spotted the figure in the window, the mother, who seemed to be staring gravely at her daughter until she caught his gaze in her direction. A pleasant smile, a wave, which he returned in kind before getting behind the wheel.
“Something seems off today.” The vehicle rumbled about for the main road. “Has there been a death in the family?” A glance to her left him no less clueless.
“...No.”
“That was a rather questionable delay.”
“There’s been no death in the family.” He considered her for a moment as they headed for town, and in the silence her gaze remained steadily ahead, only the background noise of the engine to accompany them.
