Capítulo 28: Just a Smut Scene
Dela's acceptance of her abominable feelings for Gorak had inadvertently set loose a thirst that could only be quenched by him...
By his tasty lips that were currently scouring her body, leaving a flaming trail of goodness. So when he kissed her again, she couldn't hold herself back anymore.
She kissed back...
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Turning around to slowly wrap her arms around Gorak, Dela moves her lips against his, kissing back in rhythm as she succumbs to her urges.
Startled, Gorak breaks away from her lips for a moment to stare at her in utter surprise.
But then, red faced, dreamy eyed; Dela gently and seductively pulls him back in by the neck onto her soft lush lips.
'Woah...' He had waited so long for this.
Pleased, Gorak obliges her, pressing down on her lips once again in a hot, wet, luscious kiss...
While his hands go to work.
Her skin is warm and her body, soft as clouds. He needs more of her warmth. He pulls her even closer against him, squeezing her soft body against his hard on and deepening his kiss even further.
...
"mmh... hhm..."
Dela can deceive herself no longer. She loves him. She wants him. So she throws in all of her passion into the gentle stroking of her tongue against his.
And as if he can read her thoughts, the immortal goes further, shamelessly lifting her unto himself.
"m-uh!", Dela responds into the kiss, pleasantly surprised at being lifted into the air all of a sudden. Lips still glued to Gorak's.
The excessively lengthy chains of her cuffs jingle with the motion, adding on a titillating, kinky touch to the setting.
Impulsively, she clings unto Gorak's muscular, toned, shirtless upper body.
Her legs go to straddle him by sheer instinct; her salacious thighs, clasped seductively about his groin in an inviting position.
Then she feels it...
*Poke!*
A delicious mound knocking at the doors of her privacy.
*gasp!*
Shocked stiff, Dela is forced to break the kiss as she takes a sharp breath in. Her bewildered expression meets Gorak's smirking face.
"This is what you do to me" is his straightforward explanation. He was smiling at her knowingly.
How naughty!
"Do you want to?", he asks in the most sensual, stoking voice, smirking suggestively.
"... uh..." Dela is left speechless.
Yes, of course she wants to, but how could she say those words to his teasing face?
Lowering his head upon her supple skin, Gorak begins to eat hungrily at her neck, in a bid to coax out a positive response.
"I-I... y-yeah..", Dela's thoughts are distorted, thus, her response is so mild, it's barely audible. Gorak hears it clearly, but hopes he hasn't imagined it.
"Do you want this?"
Gorak asks again to be doubly sure, his face, buried between her sweet mounds as he eats them out.
Supporting her weight against the railing, he pushes her harder against himself, his right hand running up her exposed left leg, carressing her smooth thigh, and his other hand hooking itself beneath a melon before going on to lurk about within the scarves that cover her right side and backside.
At the same time, his bulge nudges even more persistently at her privacy, eliciting ripples and hot waves that bubble up from the depths of her stomach, and spread in a tingling sensation over the rest of her body.
"ohh..."
She tilts her head backwards.
Taken with the throes of pleasure, Dela unconsciously bites her lips to stifle her moaning.
"..."
Hearing nothing but Dela's heavy breathing, Gorak lifts his head to stare straight at her. Allowing her to gather her thoughts. He wants her answer.
He sees her biting her lips. The sexiest expression on her face.
"My...", Gorak is speechless, and very pleased.
"I could do even better, but we can't go on except you give me an answer", he teases.
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During the embarrassing s*x education lessons he had been dragged into time and again, his mother had successfully driven home the importance of seeking consent first. It was nailed into his head now.
He had to get Dela's consent first.
...
These where the old days, when women were regarded property in most kingdoms, and men were mostly brutes.
So, for Dela to find one such brutal, alpha male monster who sought her express consent first before attempting to drill her, hard (might I say), was a nearly impossible situation.
Dela was almost grateful to have been captured by Gorak, and none of those other human monstrosities.
He was the perfect monster. He seemed to care a lot for her feelings, opinions and overall wellbeing.
Thinking that Gorak cared that much for her... this greatly warmed her heart.
It was certainly a first. In her own kingdom, she had had to leave a gory litter of bloody bodies at her wake to get the respect she deserved as princess, and to eventually earn her authority as queen.
She valued respect. And had fought tirelessly to obtain it. But now, Gorak who wasn't so much as a subordinate or a friend. The monster who had captured her, was giving it to her, unmerited, when he could very easily have had her right from day one of her capture...
It was no doubt a strikingly alluring feature. Just for this, she would fall head over heels for him any day, any time!
Well, enough about bloodshed and feelings... the gentle monster was still waiting on her answer.
He has seen her biting her lip too in desperate need of him!
'Dear god!'
She was blushing profusely. She had to give him her answer! But she wouldn't dare look into his eyes right now...
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Completely embarrassed, Dela shyly averts her gaze and nods twice, her face completely flushed.
She looked too desirable this way. Sexy and cute at the same time.
"I... I want you."
Her words are breathy and enticing.
'D*mn... those words!'
It's too much for Gorak.
His patience had run out. He had to have her. Right now!
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His body moves by instinct. Soon he is wrapping a hand across her back side, to hook her waist and lift her butt, pushing her into himself.
*gasp!*
She gasps, suddenly losing all her air from the breathtaking and unexpected feel of something hard nudging her; generating a maddening sensation as it shoves itself between her thighs...
It is nude this time.
Seeping in shallow, the bulge lodges itself under her, sliding between her v***** lips!
He feels her warm wetness. She knows he does because his grip tightens over her and his tip begins to dig deeper, slow, steady and superficial like an archeologist.
"... hahh... mhh.."
She moans, naturally growing wetter and wetter by the second.
He was killing her.
Gorak breaks the kiss to let her breathe, but instead, her moans travelled out unrestricted. Much louder and completely unguarded.
"uhh... nng... oh m-..."
To her, Gorak is an addictive drug. Her senses had long forsaken her. The feeling is indescribably pleasurable. Her face flushes hotter, her hot, steamy breath falls heavier.
She wants this. She doesn't care to know why. Perhaps it is because he is a god...???
'gods... they have some secrets to intimacy they ought to share with the world!', she reasons.
She can feel the hard poker shoving itself harder against her like it has a mind of its own. And it feels heavenly.
"hahh..."
Her face flushes hot, and a flame builds up quickly in her stomach. She reacts subconsciously, clenching deliciously over the intruder in her nether regions.
...
"mmh!"
'She feels so good.'
Gorak can barely keep it together anymore. Her moaning is music to his ears. Her skin is warm and her body, soft as clouds. He needs more of her warmth.
'This little human is intoxicating.'
He wants more. He would have all of her.
"How about we do it right here... where the rest of the kingdom can see us?"
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