“My lair,” he rumbles, turning down a corridor that looks different from the others. Warmer, more spacious.
The passage opens into a massive chamber lit by dozens of candles. There are thick furs everywhere. Piled on the floor, draped over stone ledges, creating a nest that looks soft and inviting. Nothing like the cold maze outside.
The King sets me down on the largest pile of furs, and I sink into them, the softness against my bare skin making me moan. But when I reach for him, he steps back.
“No,” he growls. “First, you’re going to show me you deserve my cock.”
I blink up at him, confused, and desperate to be filled. “What do you mean? I need…”
He interrupts me with a growled: “On your knees, little one.”
His commanding voice is laced with just enough alpha bark to have me scrambling to obey before my brain even catches up. I kneel on the luxurious furs, looking up at him, and fuck… from this angle, he’s even more intimidating. His monster cock is right in my face, angry red and dripping. His heavy balls, so full they look painful.
“You’re going to milk your king,” he rumbles, one massive hand tangling in my hair. Almost softly. Like he’s using restraint, treating me like the fragile human I am compared to him. “Show me how badly you want your king.”
Milk him?! I’ve never… I don’t know how…
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, embarrassed by my inexperience.
“Good.” His grip tightens in my hair, and his eyes flare. Like the knowledge of my innocence unleashes something even wilder in him. And he growls in a low, cavernous voice that’s lost all his sophisticated, cultured tones: “Open your mouth.”
I part my trembling lips, and he guides his cock toward me. The head is so big I have to stretch my jaw as wide as it can go. Then his taste hits me… Salt, musk, purely him. My inner muscles contract as I moan around him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, little one. Use that soft tongue.”
I swirl my tongue around his cockhead, slurping his steady stream of precum. It’s thick, intoxicating, and I can’t get enough of him. When it coats my mouth, I swallow instinctively. And King Aster’s entire body shudders as I work him with my tongue and lips, sucking him as deep as I can into my hot, wet mouth. His hips jerk with little involuntary thrusts. His giant hand is still cupping the back of my head, big fingers threaded through my hair. Squeezing with each suction.
“Hands on my shaft,” he gravels, his burning gaze never leaving mine. “Stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth.”
I wrap both of my small hands around him. And fuck, my fingers don’t even meet. But I still begin stroking. His skin is so hot, velvet soft over iron hardness. I can feel every ridge on his shaft, each thick, angry vein.
“Harder,” he rumbles with barely any trace of humanity left in his voice. “Milk your king like you fucking mean it.”
So I grip him harder, stroke faster, at the same time trying to take more of him into my mouth. My jaw aches like crazy, but I don’t care. The sounds he’s making… deep, rumbling groans that are making me drip on the furs.
“Now my balls,” he lets out between clenched teeth, roughly guiding one of my hands. “Massage them while you suck me.”
Oh, fuck, this is so hot. His deep, gravelly voice that’s gone feral instructing me, guiding me, fucking commanding me…
His balls are heavy in my palm, hot and full. And when I roll them gently, he snarls.
“Fucking squeeze. Show me you want my cum, mate.”
I squeeze him harder, shocked by how rough he wants it. But every time my fingers tighten around his engorged flesh, his cock jerks in my mouth, more delicious precum flooding my tongue, so I keep going. Stroking as much of his shaft as I can with one hand, massaging his balls with the other, and sucking him as deep and hard as I can.
“That’s it,” King Aster pants. “Fuck, look at you… My virgin queen on her fucking knees, desperate for her king’s cock. You like the taste of your king?”
I moan loudly, unable to talk with my mouth so full. He shudders at the vibrations of my hum on his shaft.
“Gonna feed you so much cum,” he promises breathlessly. “Gonna cover your perfect tits, paint your face, fill your belly. Mark you inside and out until everyone knows who you belong to.”
His words make me work him harder, faster. My arms are getting tired, but I don’t stop. I can’t. It’s like Ineedto please him.
His breathing gets even more ragged; his grip in my hair tightens. “I’m close,” he rasps out. “Gonna cum. Swallow,” he ends in a desperate-sounding howl.
Then he starts thrusting into my mouth, deep enough to choke me, enough that I know he’s in control. His balls draw up tight in my hand, and I squeeze them even harder.
“Fuck! Yes! Milk my fucking cock!” He roars as he starts to cum, and holy shit, there’s so much. The first shot fills my mouth instantly, and I swallow desperately, as much and as fast as I can. But it keeps coming. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum. But I can’t take it fast enough, so my king’s thick, creamy seed overflows, dripping down my chin, and on my breasts.
