Page 28 of Ice King


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Earlier, he’d been spanking me with the belt.

This was athrashing.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything other than the burning sizzle encompassing my bare cheeks. He painted every surface of my ass with rising welts, and I tried to take it as gracefully as I could, which wasn’t saying much.

By the time he made it down to the backs of my thighs, I was already toppling out of control. I blinked, trying to hold back tears, but even then, I knew it was a losing game.

I was going to cry.

My pussy sizzled with sensation, muting the intense agony just slightly enough to make my head whirl. A particularly stinging strike slashed across the place where my ass met my thighs, and the first tear fell before I could stop it.

Another followed, and then another until my tears were soaking the blankets beneath me.

Only then did the belting finally end. He laid the strap down and sat beside me, leaving his hand in place on my lower back while petting the scorched flesh of my backside.

Without saying a word, he reached over me and unbuckled the belt around my wrists. My body was lax as he lifted me off the bed and gathered me in his lap. His arms circled around me, surrounding me in the safety of his embrace.

I melted against him, pressing my cheek against his chest. The steady beat of his heart consumed my senses, and for a while, that was the only thing that mattered. My tears slowed and soon dried until the only thing left was this strange floating clarity.

I didn’t just want this man. I needed him.

My core throbbed, and somehow my pussy became even wetter. My clit pulsed and I sighed, trying to shift in a way to relieve the terrible ache inside me, but it only seemed to make things worse. That’s when I noticed something else.

He was rock hard. His cock was throbbing against my hip.

I shifted again, but this time I moved to straddle his hips, pressing my soaking wet pussy directly against his cock.

His breath was shaky as his arms tentatively circled around me, like he was on the cusp of deciding whether to go for it. I decided to be the one to push him.

I slid my hands up along the firm ridges of his shoulders until my fingers met and wound together behind his neck. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his. At the exact moment of contact, that same magical sensation exploded through me, and I gasped, noticing it was stronger now.

“This man is your destiny. You need to make him see this too. You are his one true mate. The fate of the realm depends on it.”

The voice that echoed around me was not my inner voice and it wasn’t his. It was a woman’s voice, and it felt far away and right beside me at the same time. I stayed still, wanting to look around to see if anyone had entered the room, but I knew no one had.

Instinctually, I knew it was magic. Someone very important was sending me a message, and I needed to heed it. Deep down, I had felt the connection between Nykor and I, but I hadn’t understood it, at least not until now.

He didn’t look at me for a long time, not until I ground my pussy against his cock.

Then his eyes rose to mine in a flash. “I cannot,” he growled.

I pulled my hands back, cupping his face in my hands. “Why? I know you feel it, too. I know you want me,” I whispered, slowing grinding my hips against him. I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm. It wouldn’t take much to push me over it.

“I made a vow to never take a mate,” he snarled.

All of a sudden, his hands tightened around my waist as he stood up. He turned quickly, tossing me on my back on the bed. I flinched as my ass hit the soft surface, the burn from the belt escalating as he stared down at me.

His chest rose and fell with restraint. I could see the desire in his cold gaze, and I knew he was fighting it. I spread my thighs wider, leveling him with a defiant glare. My breasts hung heavy with my own unheeded passion, my nipples so erect that they ached.

With every passing second, his demeanor grew darker, more dangerous, and equally more unhinged. I was far stronger than he thought I was. I could take whatever he gave me, if only he would admit how much he wanted me too.

The magnetism between us was undeniable, yet still he pushed it away.

He lifted his chin, sniffing the air, and my core constricted tight.

“Please. I can’t take it,” I pleaded.

“Your soaking wet pussy needs my attention, doesn’t it?”

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