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After the writs were drawn up and copies made, the emissary packed up and left Castle Spellthorn to head back to the kingdom of Redd. But not before leaving a small contingent of servants to serve as couriers back and forth between the two castles, much to Maranda and Galen's chagrin. They'd have to pretend for a while longer, it seemed. Not that it was that hard. They'd fallen for each other quite quickly.
The king, however, wasn't giving up on wooing the beautiful wizard. He kept sending letters of 'If only' and 'Why couldn't things be different?'. Miranda kept politely chastising the king for his foolhardy love letters to a married woman. Her ability to turn a phrase politically and put the king in his place with tact and grace awed Galen. The king persisted, though.
His most recent letter, however, caught them both off guard. He'd written that he couldn't wait to publicly bless their first child and asked that as a favor to him for expediting the writs of marriage and nobility, if they would with all expedience attempt to conceive. Miranda sighed as she finished reading it. "Sometimes I wonder if he's not mad," she said.
"It sounds like he's bipolar," Galen chuckled.
"Bipolar?" Miranda asked.
"A mental condition from back home," Galen said. "Anyway, you're right. With each successive letter he's sounding more and more unstable. Do you think we should be worried?"
She shook her head. "No," she replied. "I've met him once or twice. He's nice enough."
"They all are when they're trying to get between your legs," Galen said.
"Don't be so uncouth," she chastised as she softly smacked his shoulder. They were on the balcony at her favorite spot. It had been a month since she'd brought him up here and it was another new moon.
"Sometimes a lady needs a man to be a bit of a brigand," he teased as he pinched her butt.
"Ow!" she squeaked and shot him a mock glare. "I'm horny again, Galen," she said, changing the subject and making her intentions clear. "Will you pleasure me again tonight?"
"When do you ever have to ask me to?" he said, grinning.
She blushed slightly. "When I don't want to ask if you're ready yet," she said.
He smiled at her. "You need it that badly, eh?" he asked playfully.
She nodded. "It's getting harder and harder to have you so near, yet so far away."
"Well, then," he said with a mischievous smile and a wink, "maybe you should take the king up on his offer."
"OH!" she exclaimed hotly and stomped her foot in anger. Her face was red with rage as she pointed a finger in his face. "You infuriatingly impossible man!"
She turned on her heel to storm off but he caught her by the arm. He roughly turned her around and pulled her to him as his lips crushed against hers. She resisted for only a moment before melting into him and returning his kiss. His hands began to roam across her body. He picked her up and sat her on the parapet wall and began to run his hands along her thighs under her skirt. "Would now be a good time?" he asked as he started hiking up her skirt.
"Truly?" she asked, breathless.
"Yes, my love," he said. "I think I'm ready."
"Don't tease me, Galen," she warned as her heart hammered in her chest. "Not now. I couldn't take it."
"I'm not teasing," he said as he knelt in front of her and pulled her skirt over his head.
"Oh, Galen, here?" she asked.
He pulled the skirt back over his head to look at her. "Here," he replied. "Then the stairwell. Then the corridor outside our room." She blushed profusely as he continued. "Then on the vanity in our room. Finally, the bed."
He disappeared back under her skirt and Miranda had to hold onto his shoulders through her skirt to keep from falling back over the wall when his hand moved her legs into place over his shoulders. He kissed and nibbled on her pussy lips and teased her clit with his tongue. She was breathing heavily as she gripped his shoulders so hard her nails were digging into his skin through multiple layers of clothing. "Oh, Galen," she moaned. "I never imagined...mmmhhh...that could feel so...ahhh...good!"
She heard him mumble against her warm lips and she jolted at the sensations of his vibrating lips against her pussy. "It gets better," he had said and started to lick her in earnest.
He wrapped his hands around to grip her ass as his tongue started licking all over her inner pussy. He darted in and out of her hole and she moaned loudly. He sucked on her lips and she whimpered in bliss. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she tethered on the edge of climax. "OH!" she cried out. "Galen! I'm about to..." He stopped suddenly and pulled out from underneath her. She pouted and whined, "Why did you-"
"To prolong the experience, my love," he said. "Come," he offered her his hand and he helped her down.
He started to undo his pants but she stopped him. "Let me," she said with a coy smile. Before she started on him, though, she pulled on her dress, dropping it to the stone floor beneath her and stepping out of it. Next, her under clothes were removed and she stood in front of him fully naked. Her slit was glistening and her nipples stood painfully erect. She knelt before him and, looking up at him, she started to undo his pants. Letting them drop to the floor she didn't hesitate to fish out his cock and circle it with her tongue. "Mmmm," she moaned as she suckled the fleshy head.
"Oh, Miranda," he groaned. "That feels amaz- OH MY GOD!" he cried out as she sucked him deep in her mouth. He felt the head hit the back of her throat and his knees almost buckled under the weight of his pleasure.
"Mmm," she moaned again as she pulled him out of her mouth. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how good you taste," she said and she sucked him back in. She started bobbing her head on his shaft, using her hands to stroke the base as she couldn't fit him fully into her mouth.
"Fuuuuck, Miranda," he said and he could feel the tingling in the head of his cock signaling he was close to release.
She pulled back and looked up at him. "Fuck me?" she asked playfully as she put a hand to her chest. "Why yes. I do believe I agree to that request." She winked at him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied and knelt in front of her. Laying her down on her dress he eased himself on top of her. He nestled the head of his shaft at her wet entrance. "Ready?" he asked and she nodded, already panting with need.
As he slid effortlessly inside she cried out and constricted around him. "OH, GALEN!" Her body was convulsing as a powerful orgasm rocketed through her.
As he bottomed out inside of her, he chuckled. "Somebody was excited, huh?"
She loosened her grip on his shoulders as her orgasm subsided. "I...I..." She trailed off and rather than try to continue, she gripped his hips and started pushing and pulling on him, motioning for him to start moving inside of her.
Galen chuckled again as he pulled almost all the way out of her before slowly burying himself again. She was hot with need, soaking wet with arousal, and tighter than anyone he'd ever been with. He felt every inch of her tunnel as he started to move in and out of her. Her body locked up again in orgasm and she could barely moan as she gripped him. He didn't stop, though. "I love you, Miranda," he said.
"Oh, Galen," she managed to say. "I love you, too. Now fuck me." Her eyes suddenly bore into his with an intensity that gave him pause. "No, Galen. Don't stop," she ordered. "Fuck me."
He grinned and gave into her request. He didn't ease into it. There was no building up to a rapid pace. He just pulled out of her until only his head was just inside her entrance. Then, he slammed into her over and over. She cried out with every thrust. Her hands trailed up and down his back as he rammed into her with all of his might. Her fingernails lit his back on fire as they dug furrows into his skin. As hard as he was hitting her though, she was meeting his hips with hers at every thrust. Her ankles were locked around his lower back and she used that leverage to her every advantage, meeting his cock with thrusts of her own as her pussy endured a pounding she'd never knew she needed until now.
"Fuck, Miranda," he said as he panted. "I'm close, baby."
"Give it to me, Galen," she panted. "Give me a child."
Galen had read many erotic novels throughout his years. He enjoyed them immensely, often taking advantage of his arousal to make love to Elle. However, one of his pet peeves was when the woman in the books spoke of getting a child put in her. He never understood why it suddenly caused the man she was fucking to explosively cum, and frankly, it turned him off. Elle had never said it in all their years of marriage so he always skipped that part of the book, dismissing it as kinky fiction that never happened in real life.
That is, until it happened to him. His pleasure addled brain spared two seconds of thought about the subject, and those two seconds seemed to last for an hour as his mind processed what she'd said. His eyes went wide and his balls seemed to swell to painful proportions as he locked eyes with her. The head of his cock felt like a million tiny needles were poking it all over. "OH FUCK!" he cried out as he pounded into her one last time, holding himself deep inside. His cock exploded hot rivers of cum deep into her core. Over and over he spasmed inside her tight, wet tunnel. She screamed in pleasure at the same time as her body locked up in another explosive orgasm around him, her legs holding him in place against her.
After what seemed like an eternity later, their bodies relaxed against each other. They both had a light sheen of sweat covering every inch of them. Galen settled himself gently on top of her as they both took deep breaths. They clung to each other eagerly as they enjoyed each other's bodies.
