“Shh… Shh…” Zogar’s deep voice soothes me as I shake and shudder in his arms. My inner contractions are erratic now. Each time I think my peak has ended, another wave of convulsions tremble through me, twisting and jerking my body as I buck in his powerful arms. My button is so sensitive now, even a light brush makes me writhe.
Finally, he withdraws his thumb, then his fingers, and I slump against him, limp, tired and utterly happy. If he’d continued much longer, my shuddering might never have ended. I didn’twant it to end, but my body has taken all it can for the moment, and I’m grateful he saw what I needed, even if I did not.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Thirsty?”
I nod.
He gently shifts me off his lap, and as he moves away from the bed, I admire the luscious curls of his now drying hair, and drink in the long-stranded ropes and hard planes and mounds of his muscles—especially the way they combine to move his large body so deftly.
Searching the edge of his hoard, Zogar locates a large golden goblet, and then steps toward the water. My chest tightens as he crouches to tip it into the pool. Given what he’s told me, and what he experienced today, this simple action is a display of bravery. He returns, offering the cup to me before he drinks the rest.
We sit side by side against large cushions, and I couldn’t be more content. But my gaze drops to his rod. It’s so stiff and red, clearly angry that it’s been left out of the activities. And as tired as I feel, I know my desire will rush back the moment his cock touches my cleft.
He might require sex to restore his powers at times, but his cock definitely reawakens mine. Everything about sex between Zogar and me defies belief.
“Does sex—with me—reallyrestore your powers?”
“It does,” he says. “But have no fear, my queen. My powers aren’t depleted right now. You have no obligation?—”
“Zogar.” Straddling his extended legs, I caress his face, loving the reaction I see in his eyes and hear in his breaths. “I feel no obligation.”
He smiles and his rod twitches against me as I lean forward.
“You restoremypowers too—my thirst for sex, anyway.” I shake my head, realizing my comparison is foolish. “I know it’s not the same. I have no magic, no powers.” I laugh lightly.
“I beg to differ.” His hands slide over my torso, teasing my skin in delicious ways. His lips are grinning, but his eyes are filling with hunger. “Your cunt most certainly has power.” His expression turns more intense. “Power over me.”
Warmth spreads like fire inside me. My feelings for Zogar have grown tenfold today. It doesn’t seem possible that my heart or my mind could have room for another man, but sitting here with him now, my body spent from multiple inner explosions, I can no longer deny my strong feelings for Zogar. And I can no longer imagine my life without him.
Even if we weren’t bound by marriage, I’d always want Zogar in my life. And I’ll always protect him, just as he’s vowed to protect me.
At this moment, I’d do anything to make him happy. My urge to take his huge cock expands, and I arch, rubbing my body against his stiffness. He moans deeply, the sound rumbling through me and lighting even more flames of desire. I rise up on my knees, but that doesn’t get me high enough, so I shift to my feet, slowly bending my legs to crouch over him.
Growling deep in his chest, he holds his rod to make it easier for me to direct myself toward it.
The moment his rod kisses my damp skin, pleasure floods through me, and my channel expands, pulsing and stretching to prepare for him. I won’t survive another minute, without him inside me.
“Oh, Zogar, what you do to me.” I look into his eyes.
“It cannot compare to what you do to me.” His hands circle my hips, and he gently eases me down, until his thick head breaches my entrance.
My head snaps back, and I cry out, gasping at the quick stab of pain, followed by a rush of pure pleasure. Pleasure I can’t comprehend.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I slowly let my legs relax to draw him in further. My body stretches and opens as his hands lift and lower me, and together we work to drop me deeper and deeper over his cock.
He’s the one entering me, but with each inch I take I can see further inside of him, comprehending even more parts of Zogar than he exposed to me earlier.
Wanting more and more of him, wantingeverythingfrom him, I drop, sinking even deeper and taking him in more fully than ever before. Every part of me feels his thick presence. His rod is in so far and stretching me so wide I can no longer breathe.
He tips up my chin and looks into my eyes. “Too deep?” he asks. “I can use my hand to prevent you from lowering too far.”
I shake my head, struggling to find enough air to respond. “This…so full…so good.” I suck in more air. “Just give me a moment.”
Even though I claimed it wasn’t necessary, he encircles his cock with his hand, pressing it right up against me, and my gratitude for Zogar builds yet again. I do feel safer now—completely secure and free to move however I want without danger.
