Chapter XXVII: Belong
Finally, the king turned Isabella to himself, her back to the mirror. He took a tiara from the box, its intricate design sparkling with the green precious stones. With a gentle sweep, he placed it atop Isabella's head, the accessory crowning her with an aura of highness and grace, which contrasted with how indecorous and lascivious it was for her to stand there nude, wearing nothing but jewelry. Stepping back to admire her, the king couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of her radiant beauty. And aso lust. He had never seen a woman like her, her delicate features, her soft skin, her large and perky breasts... She looked like a goddess. A goddess he could do whatever he wanted with.
As the king gazed upon her, his eyes filled with unmistakable lust, Isabella felt a warm blush creeping up her cheeks. "You look stunning," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Isabella replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes shimmering with gratitude.
Drawing closer, he softly ran his fingers from her cheek, down to her neck and chest, until he reached the top of her delicate nipple, which he rubbed gently with his thumb. The king's touch sent shivers down Isabella's spine. "You have such lovely features," he remarked, his fingers continuing to trace gentle paths along her skin.
The king pulled Isabella closer, his fingers delicately tracing the contours of her face as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss became more and more fiery and lustful, as the king pulled her body to himself, closing the space between them. His hands, once teasing her with delicate touches, were now grabbing and squeezing her breasts and her ass. With a subtle gesture, he signaled the servants to depart, leaving them alone in the quiet intimacy of his chamber.
The king lifted Isabella off her feet, her slender form enveloped in his strong arms. As the heavy door closed behind them, the emerald tiara on her head tumbled to the floor, forgotten amidst the fervor of their embrace. With purposeful strides, he carried her towards the sumptuous bed, their hearts racing in anticipation of the passion that awaited them in the embrace of the night.
The king watched Isabella with a hunger in his eyes, his gaze lingering on every curve of her body, every delicate feature of her face. She returned his gaze with a soft, incorrupt look, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and tenderness. Even in this moment, naked in bed, eager for him to fuck her, she retained an aura of innocence that captivated him.
As he began to undress himself, the king posed a question to her, his voice low and filled with anticipation. "Tell me, Isabella," he murmured, "who do you belong to?" He watched as a blush crept across her cheeks, a telltale sign of her arousal, as she whispered in reply, "You, your Majesty, I belong to you."
The king smiled at her response and leaned over to kiss her, a soft and passionate kiss. As he stood back, he let his royal attire fall to the ground, showing her his naked body, stroking his already hard cock. Isabella still looked at him with some sort of fascination in her eyes, he was the first man she ever saw undressed. His body was strong and hard with muscles, his skin rough and full of battle scars. On his large chest, a huge black ink dragon adorned his skin.
The king leaned over her again. Isabella thought he would kiss her and climb on top of her but, instead, he grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, pulling her ass up. He rubbed the tip of his hard cock on the entrance of her soft, wet cunt from behind and pulled her hair right before penetrating her, all his length at once. She let out a loud, desperate gasp, as the position made his cock go so deep inside of her she could feel it bruising her insides. She moaned to the fast rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of their skin clapping was very loud.
Isabella knew very little about sex and how it’s supposed to be like, but she felt like that position was degrading and animalesque to her in many ways—then why was she enjoying it so much? He was fucking her hard, merciless, her entire body shaking to his fast, rough motions. And she wanted it, she wanted it badly. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her tight cunt, she wanted his hips hitting her ass and his hands squeezing her skin. She wanted him to take her as he will, to mount her like a stallion mounts a mare to breed. He was right, she belonged to him, her body belonged to him. And he shall use it as he wishes to.
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