The shyness in her eyes is intoxicating. I doubt that this incarnation of Alienor has much experience of men and certainly none as impressive as me.
When we were married, I always wondered how I compared with her first husband, King Louis. Now, I have no such worries. I may corrupt my wife as I please.
“Hush, Alienor,” I say, surprising even myself with my patience. “We will make it work.”
She inhales deeply, as though gathering her courage, and drifts forward to wrap a delicate hand around my shaft.
My knees buckle, and it takes every ounce of magic to remain standing. I’m so huge that her fingers don’t meet as she squeezes me around the base. I hold my breath, waiting for the first kiss, the first lick, the first suck.
“That’s it,” I say between panting breaths. “Now, give it a taste.”
She runs the tip of her pink tongue over the head on the far left and laps at the salt crystals forming over its slit. “Mmmmm.”
A shudder runs down my spine, and I stifle a groan. It has been eight hundred years since any woman has touched me, and I cannot wait a moment longer.
Without thinking, my hand rises to the back of her head, only to be repelled by her protective magic.
My jaw clenches. “Are you going to tease me all day?”
The annoyance in her eyes makes my heart soar.
She slides her hand up and down my shaft and lowers her head to run her wet tongue over all four heads.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
She makes a satisfied little hum.
“Eyes on me,” I growl.
Her gaze snaps up to meet mine, and for the first time in an eternity, I feel connected to another being.
I could lose myself in Alienor’s eyes. Her irises are a rich shade of brown with flecks as bright as the sun. They reflect the warmth of her heart, and the life I believed we had when we were first wed. I grind my teeth and force back thoughts of her betrayal.
Alienor opens her mouth wide and engulfs the tips of my cock in her wet mouth. Her lips close, creating a gentle vacuum that has me rocking forward on the balls of my feet, and she lowers her head down my shaft.
The edges of my vision blacken with shock, and my excuse of a heart skips several beats. She’s doing it. Alienor is sucking my cock.
My enemy.
My queen.
My wife.
A breeze swirls around our joined bodies, filling my nostrils with the aroma of chamomile flowers mingled with the scent of her arousal.
I swallow hard, not quite believing that Alienor is wet for my accursed cock, but it’s the same scent that she leaves on her underwear. Of course, she likes it. Her enchantment made it appeal to no other woman but her.
My mouth waters. I want to thrust in and out of her tight mouth, climax down her throat, and lay her down on the lawn to devour that sweet little cunt until she squirts.
“That’s it, my darling,” I say, my hips canting forward. “You’re doing so well.”
She slides further down my shaft, the apples of her cheeks rounding with pleasure. I make a mental note to give Alienor more praise.
Before I can thrust into the back of her throat, she pulls away.
“Alienor,” I say, my voice a low growl. “You can take a lot more than that.”
She makes a sound of protest, her mouth vibrating around my cock.