Мэри Дэвидсон - Canis Royal Bridefight

“Ummm,” she said into his mouth.

“Lois, you feel—you—oh, my good princess—”

She bit him. Unfortunately, he liked it. “Don’t call me that, goob, you know I hate it.”

He stopped licking her nipple long enough to look up and slyly ask, “Not even in the privacy of our own chambers?”

“ Your own chambers.”

“Ah, yes.” He nibbled the flesh around her nipple, which made her want to scream, or bite, or something.

“Seriously,” she gasped. “You’re gonna wreck this by pissing me off.”

“I would never dare anger my princess.”

“Daaaaaaaaaaa-mon!” By now she was giggling too hard to sound impressively angry, and worse luck, he knew it, because he was doing plenty of laughing on his own. “You’re a creep, an unrepentant asshole creep, and as soon as you make me come, I’m going to kick the shit out of you.”

“Only a trueborn princess would dare talk to me in such a way,” he whispered in her ear, and then nipped her earlobe.

“That’s your explanation for everything,” she griped, and reached down to tickle his balls. That stopped the teasing, she was happy to see.

He rolled her over onto her back and pushed her thighs apart. She squirmed against him, more than ready— eager —for what he had. He leaned down and licked her lower lip. “Now?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly his fingers were between her legs, holding her apart, and she was reaching down to help him, and wriggling to meet him, and then he was filling her up, ah, God, he was so thick and so long , and warm, so deliciously warm, and what was he doing, coming inside her so slowly? Was he being paid by the hour?

She locked her legs around his waist and tightened her grip. Roughly, she grabbed his shoulders and yanked him down…and kissed him hard. “Are you going to do this in slow motion?” she growled, “or are you going to fuck me?”

“If I take your meaning correctly,” he panted, and his voice was so thick she could barely understand him, “I will fuck you.” Then he slammed into her the rest of the way, and a shriek of pure lustful joy gurgled out of her.

The giant bed was actually squeaking in time with their thrusts, and she hadn’t thought anything could budge it. She could feel his warm, firm chest pressed against her breasts, and tightened her grip. She didn’t ever want to let the big idiot go.

“Lois.” 
“Ah, God.” 
“Lois…this does not hurt?” 
“No, and don’t you dare stop.” 
“Not even if I wished, my good Lois. My own…Lois…” 
“That’s a…little better…than princess.” 
“My own Lois.” 
“Yes…like that.” 
She could feel his cock digging in and out of her, heard his harsh pants in her ear,

felt his smooth muscles working toward their pleasure. His mouth found hers and she sucked his tongue into her mouth and felt him start in surprise…then eagerly deepen their kiss. His pure delight in their coupling tipped her over the edge; she tightened her grip around his waist as her orgasm bloomed through her like a dark flower. He was right behind her; his grip tightened until it was just short of pain, then she actually felt him spurt off inside her.

They didn’t move, or speak, for a minute or two. Just lay there, locked together, panting. Finally, Lois couldn’t stand it anymore and broke the silence. “Holy shit.” “Is that good?”

“That’s unbelievably, amazingly good. Um. Yum!” She tickled his ribs. “Rest up so

we can go again.” He groaned and laughed in the same breath. “My Lois, you are insatiable.” “Actually, I’m frigid as hell, until I stumble across someone who knows what he’s

doing. And that was too sweet for a one-time-only thing.” “Ah. Then you will stay?” She growled in response. “For another day,” he amended. “Stay through the next sunset, and then you can

decide again.” A choice! Better yet, a way to save her pride. “Okay,” she agreed. “One more day.” “Yes.” “Just one, though.” “Yes, my Lois.” “And your dad better not get his hopes up for grandchildren, either.” “No, my Lois.” “Because if we only do it three or four times in the next day or two—or three—the

chances of my getting pregnant are pretty slim. Assuming we can even have kids. I

mean, hello? Different species?” He yawned. “Yes, my Lois.” “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” “Yes.” “We’ll just see about that,” she said. Then, “Is that you making that noise?” “Yes.” “Well, jeez, how am I supposed to get to sleep with all that purring?” “You will find a way, my princess—oof!” “You’re still in the doghouse, buster.” “I shall endeavor to get out, then.” She cuddled up to him. “As long as we’ve got all that straight.” “It is straight.”

“All right then.”

“I love you.”

“Back atcha, you big jerk.”

* * * * *

Several hours later, she stretched, rolled over, and opened her eyes. And yelped. Damon was propped up on one elbow, staring at her. “Gaaaah! Don’t do that. Cripes, how long have you been watching me?”

“I do not know exactly. I was wakeful and it pleased me to look upon you.”

She blinked at him. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could see him perfectly well. “What time is it?”

“It will be sunrise soon.” He bent to her and started nibbling the flesh between her neck and her shoulder. “And as long as you are awake, and I am awake…”

She chuckled. “You’re insatiable.”

“Indeed. Also,” he added slyly, “it is my Bridenight. Such things are not uncommon on such a night, or so I am told.”

“Don’t start that again. As far as I’m concerned, this is just like any other night.” Any other night on a different world with a prince husband. “Although…” She wriggled and rolled, and in a second she was straddling him. “I’ve had about enough of you taking the initiative, boy-o.”

He looked vaguely alarmed. “What does that mean?”

“It means that this time, I’m in charge.” She bent down and kissed him on the mouth, then the chin, then the throat. She stroked his nipples with her fingers and scratched lightly. He shifted beneath her and sighed.

“That is fine with me, Lois. If you get annoyed, you could bite me again,” he added hopefully.

“Pervert.” She licked his nipples and nuzzled the skin between them. She moved lower, kissing her way down his chest and stomach and thighs, until she was gripping his cock in one hand. She inhaled his musky male aroma, then leaned down and

carefully sucked one of his balls into her mouth.

“Loissssssssss,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

She was still holding his dick, which was throbbing enthusiastically. She pulled back and licked the creamy drop off the tip. “What, you have to ask?” She licked the base of his dick, then slid her tongue all the way to the top, then down again, then up. Both his hands fisted in her hair; his breath came in ragged gasps. She straddled him again and guided him inside her. He seized her hips and thrust just as she came down to meet him.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she groaned at the ceiling as she began to ride him. “I can feel you in my throat.”

“Lois…”

“Nice.”

“Oh, my Lois.” He pulled her down to him, kissed her hungrily, then caressed her breasts, drew her closer still, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Meanwhile, she was still shifting her hips up and down to meet his thrusts, and when his tongue rasped across her nipple she tipped over into orgasm. She cried out and rocked faster, then pulled back, seized him by the ears, and kissed him, shoving her tongue in his mouth, his luscious, hot mouth.