The King paused at the foot of the bed and started laughing.
“It's so fluffy!” I chuckled.
“Push it off the bed,” he said.
I got up to pull the comforter up, then shoved it off the bed. When I laid back down on the pale blue sheets, I found the King watching me with a soft smile and a hard, long, delicious cock. I stared at it. Couldn't be helped. It was beautiful and nestled amid dark curls that shone with iridescence.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He nodded as if that were the proper response.
I snorted. “So I don't have to tell you how handsome you are?”
“Oh, you absolutely must,” the King drawled as he crawled onto the bed, his veil of hair trailing around him. “Over and over while I fuck you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” I smirked and grabbed my knees. “Shall I start by telling you how delectable your body is?”
“You are delectable as well, Zixin.”
“You can call me Zix, Sire.”
“Pull your legs out further, Zix,” he said as he positioned himself between them.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Very good,” the King murmured and reached out.
A ribbon of water carried a bottle to him. The casual magic didn't surprise me. Sea Dragons were masters of Water. I licked my lips as he opened the bottle, then shuddered when he poured a slick substance over his cock. And that's what surprised me. I smelled the scent of hress nectar, something only undersea fold used for lubrication. Which meant he had brought it with him. Which meant he expected to have sex. I mean, fair enough. That shouldn't have surprised me, either. Just look at the man. He was sex personified.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “You have a glorious cock, Your Majesty.”
“Wait until it's inside you, Zix. Then you will find it even more glorious. I will make sure of it.”
“I have the greatest faith in you.” I paused. “I should have sucked it first. Damn it. I've been fantasizing about sucking it all day.”
“Have you?” King Vaxarion paused, his hand on his shaft. “All day?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Then I must do right by my subject and fulfill your fantasy. You may suck my cock later tonight, after we bathe together.”
My legs started to drop in shock. “We're bathing together?”
“Yes.” He flicked his hand and water gathered around my knees, taking their weight from me. “I like to bathe after sex, especially on land. You will wash me in the shower, and then you may kneel and suck my cock.”
My eyes went wide. A king with a plan. Well, who didn't like that?
“I would love to, Your Majesty,” I said. Then I yipped as the water solidified and yanked my legs even further outward.
“Relax, Zix,” the King purred and pressed the head of his cock against me. “I will take you now.”
I relaxed as much as I could for him. There hadn't been as much foreplay as I preferred, but I was happy to get to the main act, if that's what he wanted. The pressure came, making me groan, then he withdrew. Back and forth the Sea King pumped, his cock breaching me and stretching me more every time. And then, with a moan from both of us, he sank in to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried and grabbed his broad shoulders. “Oh, yes, Your Majesty! Fuck me deep! Fill my channel!”
The King's hand went to my throat. Not to squeeze, but stroke. He ran his fingertips over my gills—gills most people didn't know were there. I wasn't surprised that he, a Sea Dragon, knew about them, but it did surprise me that he knew they were an erogenous zone. Maybe he had a Neraky bed slave, one who was waiting eagerly for his return. But bed slaves were meant to please their masters, not the other way around. The fact that the King had learned what Nerakies enjoyed in bed made up for the lack of foreplay. It also made me like him even more. Considerate lovers were hard to come by.
My eyes rolled back as he rubbed me right, both inside and out. “Yes,” I murmured. “Oh, Gods, yes. Right there.”
