Pregnant! By the Prince (9 page)
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Authors: Eliza Degaulle
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic Erotica
It was a curious feeling as he pushed his strong fingers inside my tight, inexperienced hole.
"I figure," he said. "I took your virginity the first time time we were together. How about we take another to make this truly a night to remember?"
Strangeness was fingers back there. I had never even as much experimented touching myself back there. I only heard about how much guys loved it, and it could hurt like hell if you couldn't trust your partner.
My anxiety rested as I realized I could trust Leon.
One finger, than two. It spread my flesh apart and more and more steady I began to see why some girls liked this. It was an odd sort of pleasure - but still a pleasure.
Just as easily though, I understood how this could turn nasty - and thanked that my experience was going to be with Leon.
I gasped lightly, and felt myself involuntarily clench.
Leon took one of my hands, and coated it with the lube. He guided it to his cock, hot and hard. I took the initiative to coat him, and coat him well. "Biggest mistake people make when approaching anal sex is not slathering lube everywhere," he said, smiling.
I laughed, realizing the oils on me felt good in their own right.
"Are you ready for me, Beatrice?"
"Yes."
"Good."
His big hands covered my own, and brought his naked body closer to. I was still face up to him, which I found odd. Every depiction of anal sex I had illegally watched before I was eighteen had the girl on all fours.
Leon wanted to keep us face to face - to enjoy the beauty that the other held.
The heat of his cock pulsed against my asshole, the oil sliding upon themselves. Holding me tight, he steadily brought his cock inside me.
It was rough at first, feeling my body being speared apart by his mighty girth. He pushed in at a quick enough rate to help me get used to the pulsing power that was inside of me. As he drove himself to the hilt - he waited, letting my body adjust to the invasion.
Using our face to face style, he leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. He watched my face for any sign of pain as he pulled himself out of my ass and slowly went back in. The rhythm grew steadily.
It was shaking something inside me again. Nerves down there that I didn't even know I had were being woken up, being pushed on. The oddest thing, of course, is I was quickly learning to like what was happening. It was weird, yet wonderful.
Holding my legs up, the pace increased - and my enjoyment only followed. There was certainly a taboo aspect that my mind was feeding into. The asshole wasn't meant to be fucked, but here I was, defying nature and enjoying it anyway. In a country that calls everything from condoms to gangbangs sodomy. Delightfully naughty, I smiled.
Leon of course, was more than enjoying the way my tight little asshole was squeezing him back. I remembered his face the last time I fucked him - he was struggling to keep from coming this time.
A powerful tide rolled into my body, and rolled out. It was sweet enough to enjoy.
The man I was to be wed to, though, didn't think this was enough for his fiance.
He brought that expert hand back to my clit, which had been left out in the cold until just now. A gentle massage soon became quicker and rougher.
The hand that wasn't there grabbed mine, and I grabbed it back.
My clit on top of my ass? It was too much. My body was shaking with the sudden surge of sexual electricity blasting in every which way. Again, I was murmuring incoherently, my legs closing around him. He wasn't going to stop - I just wouldn't let him.
Louder my voice became and I was utterly lost inside inside the ecstasy he was bringing me. He silenced me with a deep kiss, and pressed his body tight against mine. My breasts were rubbed by the firmness of his pecs, exciting them higher.
My body was barely holding itself together. I wanted it to end, I didn't want it to end. Climax was so near.
Again, my voice sang out, breaking away from Leon. There was something so different about coming with a cock in my ass, but still so marvelous. It spread over my body quickly, pulsing over me again and again in endless aftershocks, forced to endure even more by his delicate rubbing of my nub.
I was in heaven. Without any doubt in my mind, I wanted this man's cock inside me some way every night for the rest of my life.
That wasn't enough though. Leon's cock quivered inside me, both his hands grabbing tightly onto my hips. Blast after blast of come erupted into my asshole. Again it was strange, but delightfully wrong. Feeling his seed swish around in my backdoor, feeling him leak out onto my flesh as he finally, and regretfully, pulled away from me.
He fell on to the bed beside me, and embraced me, our bare bodies entwined with one another. His grip was tight yet loving, his flesh greater than any pillow.
Leon spoke into my ear, softly. "My princess, my queen - it doesn't matter, Beatrice. You are mine, and you shall always be so."
I ached the good ache. I was still drifting somewhere off into heaven, but I came back to earth just enough to mutter the words. "The same to you."
"Hah, I figure that's acceptable after all you've been through."
I drifted into wonderful dreams in his arms, him delicate stroking my hair being the last thing I remembered.
-Epilogue-
The wind blew lightly against my face. It tickled my hair too, but I had it bound. On top of the highest mountain in Dolotovya, I had a clear view of the capital. I wanted to produce a piece that would capture its beauty for the rest of the world to enjoy.
My dream - well, my dream before I met Leon. I still felt strongly passionate about it. Now I could afford private tutors of fine art, fly them in to teach me. I didn't have to worry about being a deadbeat mooching off my parents while doing it either - I had the best patron in the world.
"And here's Queen Mommy," Leon's voice said in a sing song baby talk voice. He carried our daughter out of the mountain cabin. "Isn't she just beautiful? The way she has paint splattered all over her, and how her belly is swelling with your little brother or sister."
Our marriage came soon after the engagement. We wanted some illusion that our child was legitimate - I didn't want to rock tradition too hard. Leon made sure everyone who mattered to me could attend, sending private jets to wherever they were needed to bring them to Dolotovya.
I put down my paints and turned to him. "Really taking to being Dad, aren't you?"
"Just doing what my own father did. He left me far too soon." He stepped to the painting. "This is beautiful too - just not as much as you."
"You know we're married and I'm about to give you a second child. You can stop raining down the compliments."
"It's the Dolotovyan way, Beatrice. The American idiom I'd use to describe it would be 'We call them like we see them'."
"If you say so," I said. I stepped over to my child teased her with a finger. "How's our little future queen doing?"
"Future queen?" Leon raised an eyebrow.
"It's the twenty first century, Leon. I heard your spiel about how it went from your father to your Uncle to you, skipping Nadya. My decree as queen as we're not going to have any more
of this exclusive male primogeniture bull anymore."
"Of course," Leon said, smiling lightly. "Should have guessed, you're trying to change everything. Actually getting internet here, having a plane fly more than once a week, stopping people from flipping out over condoms - "
"Do you object?"
"Of course not. That spirit is why I married you. Together, we're going to make this country something the world is going to respect." Using a free arm, he pulled me to him, and I embraced him - him kissing me right back. "We will go down in history as the greatest couple to ever share the Dolotovyan throne. I love you, Beatrice."
He had a way with making me blush at his will. I didn't particularly mind. "And I love you, Leon."
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"Your contract was a fifty page 'Do you like me?' note?" I murmured, captivated by him.
"In so many words, yes." He laughed, and I realized I liked his laugh. It was warm, not a posh cackle like you’d expect from a man with his wealth. "It's even sillier that I'd have an entire line of girls waiting to be my wife, as soon as I make it clear my grieving is done. But truly? I'll never be done grieving. I'll never forget."
I nodded. "Why are you rushing to this, then? This is a bit crazy, Mr. Knight."
"Perhaps it is. But what can I say? I was smitten with you, Marci." He grabbed me and pressed me into his chest. "I'd be foolish not to notice you feel the same."
"I've been thinking about you in impure ways, if you want to put it like that."
"You mentioned you thought I was religious earlier today. Not that much, really. I haven't been in a church for something that wasn't a wedding or funeral since I was nine years old. But I do believe in fate, that everything works out. That maybe I was meant to run into you when I was looking for someone to take care of Ty. Your similarities to Margaret were just the world telling me to pay attention to you."
I sighed. "I did sign a contract agreeing to let you have me."
"Bullshit. You signed an overly long document you didn't understand. That's not how I do business." He pushed me away, keeping me at arm’s length from him, his hands on my shoulder. "Marci, I'll talk straight with you. I want Ty to be cared for. I want the family that was stolen from me by tragedy. I want my son to have brothers and sisters. I mean, you know how spoiled he'd be as a trust fund baby and an only child?"
"I can see that being a nightmare waiting to happen."
"Exactly. But I'm aware I'm a middle aged man with more money than sense at the moment. The door is open, Marci. You may walk out right now. I'll have a limousine take you back home. You'll get your million dollars, and this all never happened. Free of any obligation."
He released my shoulders and paced in front of me.
"But if you feel it in your heart to give me what I want, you agree to become mine, I'll give you a love worth more than that million, and I'll get more than what any amount of money could be worth in return. Those are my terms, Marci. No contract, no bullshit."
I looked away from him. I had no reason to doubt Mr. Knight's word. He was a good man, admitting as such he wouldn't have hired me if I wasn't good enough to take care of his son, no matter how much I looked like his wife's long lost daughter.
But if I went back to my room, packed up and headed back to my home with that money, I could follow my dreams fully. I'd have that college education, everything I could ever want. Or would I?
The man who was in charge of my fate stood near, his eyes never leaving me. I had only known him a day, yet I was infatuated with him. Every bit of gentleness he had shown through that time. I wondered if it translated to the bedroom, if there was no better man in the world to give my virginity to. A father all the way through, a father like I never had. I gave my thoughts to the fact I was nineteen, that maybe I was just a stupid kid giving into an older man's manipulation. But there are some mistakes you have to make yourself
I may have made one when I took his hand, lowered his face to mine, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. He wasted no time taking the mentor role, our mouths opening and allowing our tongues to pass through and meet with one another. The rush through my head was electric, never expecting my first kiss to be like his, a hand running gently through my hair, his other going down my spine, awakening my entire body to his.
