Chapter 5
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He could still taste the brandy on his tongue as he thrust it in her mouth, and in it, he found her flavour of wine. Her knees rest on his hips, she felt how his tongue swirled around hers, felt his tongue on her considerable chest, the masculine body hair grazing along her smooth and ever so slightly softened belly, and down below... his flaccid member resting on her moist slit.
“Ahh.” he surrendered, falling to his side, a hand still enjoying her bosom. “No, it's no use, I don't understand it.”
She turned towards him, running a hand from his manly chest down his powerful torso to his groin, fingers curving about his scarcely semi-erect member, rubbing, stroking.
“It's alright, Decky-baby.” She continued to stroke his soft length as she looked up at him, giving a gasp as he pinched one of her nipples.
“Perhaps it's the booze. I did have quite a few.”
“You did. How dare you get so zozzled, my dear hot-cocked stud?” Reprimanding him with a smile, she began sneaking down beneath the covers, her faintly chubby form growing farther and farther away from him as she soon felt her breath on the cock in her grasp. Soon, the wet warmth of lips and tongue.
“Mmh... sorry, Em-” his eyes flashed, “Liz.” The sucking hesitated, and the wetness of his member felt her breath on it all the easier.
“Hnn-hnn,” she giggled, “forget my name?”
“Never, toots. Just got lost in how well you work my John Thomas.” Her lip constricted on him, he felt them slide down nearly to the hilt, and felt how her tongue circled around his glans. “Ahhhh, that's the stuff.”
“Mmmmm...” she agreed, her mouth still on him, and he felt her soft little fingers slip beneath his balls, cradling them lovingly. Those tight lips rose suddenly, up and off his prick, her hand jerking him animatedly. “That's it, babe. You'll be ready for some good whoopie in no time.” She brought herself down to kiss the base of his shaft, on the side, still jerking the farther end of it.
“Keep that up and I just might have to do you twice.”
“As many times as you want, Duke.”
“Hahhh, pullin' out all the stops tonight, hmm?” She knew how to say it so well, and something about the power over her, this commoner woman he secretly banged from time to time, it tended to get him off nicely.
“You know it, snookums. I want that hot shaft in me tonight.”
“Well come up here, then, sugar-tits.” The form of her under the blanket quickly made it way over him, feeling her breasts rubbing along his body the whole way.
“You say my name, hun?”
“I did...” craning his head up, his lips took hers, an arm scooping 'round her back, coaxing her aside. She tipped obediently, rolling as he got on top. He reached down, grabbed himself, fed it into her, and watched those glorious tits bounce as the thrusting began.
“Oh Duke, mmh, yeah baby, yeah, plow me hard, Duke.” Her voice whined up to him, her hands on his shoulders, legs up and around him as she gave herself to him. He grabbed at her breast, squeezing it, feeling the hardness of her nipple, pushing that Heavenly mound of fat up towards him so as to suckle her.
The thrusting went steadily enough, her whining voice pined for him, praised him, called him by his royal title. The thrusting quickened further, only for a burst, but slowed... and slowed.
“Oh no, did it?” In truth, she often hoped he would come inside her, either by accident or on purpose. Perhaps then there would be marriage and thus, with him, much wealth and status that otherwise she couldn't ever hope for, but that's not what she was asking.
“Damn... yeah.” The thrusting stopped, he pulled out his merely half-erect cock, once more lying on his side beside her before rolling onto his back. She scooted over, cuddling up to him, reaching down and stroking him.
“It's ok, babe. It's just the drink, that's all.”
“Yeah, I don't understand it...”
“Want me to get you off with my mouth again? I know how you love it.”
“I don't know. It might have to wait for another night, my Queen.” She moaned into him, stroking his cock all the harder.
“Don't tease me, sweet-dick, you know how I love it when you call me that.”
“Well, you are Elizabeth, are you not?”
“Should I give your prick the royal order to harden for me?” She asked naughtily, but saw his smile wane. He didn't seem to be getting any harder, indeed in time it felt like she was stroking a big, hot, wet noodle. Finally, her hand left it. “Alright, another night.” The hand slid along him until it was at his chest, stroking the hair on him.
“Perhaps even morning.”
“Mmh, true, you like to stick like a needle all day long after a night of embalming yourself.”
“And oh how embalmed I feel now.”
“Head gone for a swim?”
“Heheh.” He stroked her bare shoulder with his thumb as he chuckled. “Not quite that far, but one more and I'd be there.
“Mmh... oh Decky... I wish we could lie like this every night.”
He peered up at the blackness in the ceiling of his bedroom. So much wealth, so many women, royal status, regularly attending and indeed throwing fantastic parties for which some travel miles to attend. Elizabeth? She's just one of many he could call, yet there was only one he had in mind. The chunky girl rest her eyes as she leaned into him, and he opened his mouth ever so slightly, speaking without voice.
“Emma...” he mouthed, almost wishing she would materialize above him and float down to join him. He could picture her, her hair reaching down for him just as he knew he'd reach up to her in kind. He knew not what she looked like naked, but there she was, seeming like one of those star-class actress women in the pictures, but even more beautiful. He felt her locks, their lips meet, he runs a hand from her upper back along the delicate curve of her spine down to her rear, enjoying a squeeze.
Declan closed his eyes, keeping his mouth shut, hoping Liz was asleep or soon to be as he felt blood begin to rush to his manhood. Pressure built, and built, and built, and seeing her behind his closed eyes, his infamous cock throbbed and twitched desirously. He longed to hold her, to pleasure her, to touch her, and oh how he wished to fuck her. To thrust wildly, have her lose her mind with pleasure, and fill her up to the brim. Fill her with a nice warm bun to bake and grow in her lovely little oven.
Thankfully, Liz slept soundly, and he too fell from consciousness even while his manhood stood at attention in a tent in the sheet that blanketed them.
What a doll. She knew how he loved to wake up with his dick in a nice, hot mouth. He tossed the blankets aside, sleepily looking down as her eyes peered up at him, her head bobbing on his knob.
“Ohhh, you naughty little Queen...”
“Mmmm...” she moaned on him, her head suddenly bobbing more rapidly. A finger and thumb were wrapped about his base as she kept it steady in her grasp while she worked it. The other hand? It reached down... down... rubbing herself as she serviced the incredible-
“Duke-ee-poo...” she moaned up to him, jerking him rapidly. “Ready to stir me up good n' proper this morning? You know how much I prefer your prick to my itty bitty fingers.”
“Nnh... nnh...” he gave a grunt with every breath, a grunted moan, letting the pleasure and desire build and build and build within him, thinking upon the dream he'd had last night of attempting to screw Emma quietly so as to not wake the children in the next room. “MMH!” With another grunt, this one more pronounced, he pushed himself up to sitting. She retreated from his cock as his hands went to her, pulling her along and pushing her down onto her back.
“Ooo yeah. Theeeeere's my Duke.” Her legs were pushed apart as he took position. “You always did love good morning blows... ANH!” He thrust in immediately, twitching and throbbing within her. “Dec-... Declan! Oh God, Declan!”
“Hmph, hmph, HMPH!” She shuddered violently with each possessive thrust. Wham, wham, wham, wham, the rhythm continuing until the very bed began to slightly rock beneath them, squeaking, clunking. “Hahh, hahh, hahh, hahh.” Inevitably, putting in so much effort, his jaw lowered to allow breaths in through his mouth rather than merely his nose.
“Ohhhh Duke! Oh my love, what- nnnnnh! What's gotten... into... a-aauuuugh...” she moaned out in sudden climax as he reached down between them to the top of her slit, working the sensitive little nub of flesh, her 'pleasure button'.
Emma, sweet Emma, darling Emma, beautiful Emma, his head hung beside Elizabeth's as closed eyes brought images of the woman. Such passion in her views, in her beliefs, when she takes a stance she seems so adamant and stubborn about it. He could only imagine how she would conduct herself in their marital bed... marriage. A word he had never once seriously considered, and yet now as he imagined her, his hips thrusting wildly with thoughts of her, the word just seemed natural.
“Duke! Ohhhh Duke! Yes, yes, anh, keep going, keep g-... aaaaahn!” She shivered tremendously beneath him as he took her savagely. He could feel the pressure building, mounting, his manhood swelling within her wet hole, he could feel the heat of his seed building up as it prepares to gush forth.
Emma, Emma, in your fertile womanhood, he will plan his seed. As you shiver and quake beneath him, bear his child. As your soft belly jiggles against him-
Eyes shot wide as he broke himself from his trance, the thrust breaking rhythm for a fraction of a second, his first spurt about to arrive. Rapidly he pushed himself up, pulled his prick out, and it shot the first line of noble cum across the belly he'd nearly filled. One after another the spurts shot out, and looking down at faithful Liz, his commoner little piece of meat, he could feel himself already softening in his grasp, but none the less flexed himself, providing more pressure to the orgasm, finally hitting her in the chin and nose with a single gush.
She certainly didn't mind, licking her lips as she tasted him, his orgasm petering out. Getting his semen on her, it merely excused her to request to use his luxurious bathroom facilities. The woman sometimes dreamed of owning such a home, but at least she had her Duke to lavish her with occasional tastes of nobility. She took her time, too, splashing merrily in the warm water. Meanwhile, he had a hang-over to do away with and an appointment to keep that evening.