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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.
