Her moans are burning my body alive. The sound makes my own need increase to unbearable heights, and I need to satisfy the beast. The monster inside me is calling for her, and he won’t be silenced any longer.

Kneeling down in front of her, I push the frothy material up to her hips. I have to taste her. There’s nothing I can do to stop the hunger. When I push it to her waist, she grips the material and holds it out of the way for me.

“Good girl,” I say, and run my hands up her legs.

She’s wearing a pair of pink cotton panties that show a little wet spot. Her pussy is in need, and as her king I will see to her every need. After all, tonight she’ll become my wife in the eyes of the kingdom. It’s my royal duty to eat her pussy as long and as often as my queen wishes.

I press my nose to her panty-covered center and smell her scent. I close my eyes and moan at the heavenly smell of her cunt.

“I must taste you, my Giselle.”

I pull the panties to the side, revealing the little lips on her innocent pink pussy. I lick my lips and then lean forward, licking the slit. The taste is like sugar and woman on my tongue, and I see her legs tremble. I do it again, and this time she moves one leg out to the side, allowing me to taste more of her, giving herself over to me.

Taking the opening, I cover her pussy with my mouth and lap at her like a tiger, licking up her cream and nearly purring with delight. Her taste is so perfect. So mine. Her hand grips my hair tightly as I continue to pleasure her. Her legs spread a little more, and my hands go to her ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her pussy closer to my mouth.

Her loud moans echo in the room, but I have no way to silence her. I don’t want anyone but me to ever hear her sounds of delight, but her cunt has me so distracted that I can’t focus on that right this second.

She raises one of her legs and drapes it over my shoulder, so I grab the other and do the same. I’m on my knees in front of her, holding her to the wall by her ass. Her legs are over my shoulders and I’m eating her pussy like I’m a man on death row and this is my last meal.

Her juices are slick and making my need painful. I would play with my cock right now, but one touch would send me over the edge. I need to be inside her before I go off.

Slipping my thumb inside her pussy, I feel just how tight she is. She lets out a little whine, but a few thrusts with it and she’s begging for it harder. Fuck, she’s going to kill me. I’m too desperate for her, too far gone to try to make sense of this. I’m just enjoying the feeling of finally being with my other half. I’ll think it all through later. Much later.

“Please. Stop. Wait, don’t stop. Oh God, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s too much.”

“My sweet little Gigi. You’re the most delicious treat I’ve ever eaten. But I think the honey you’re about to give me might be even better.”

My mouth goes to her clit, and I lick it over and over until I feel her muscles tense, and she nearly climbs out of my arms. I have to grip her ass so hard that I’m probably leaving bruises. But I keep eating as her cunt pulses around my tongue and I drink down her sweet pleasure.

Her orgasm goes on for so long that it turns into a second and then a third. I feel like I’ve gone into battle and conquered a kingdom. Like I’ve waged war and my prize is my woman’s perfect pussy cumming on my face again and again. I could lift this castle over my head if she’d only command me to.

Once I’ve wrung out the last of her pleasure, she softens against me. The grip on my hair loosens, and I give her pussy one last kiss before I take her in my arms and lay her on the couch in the corner of the room.

I put her on her back, but her skirt is still around her waist and her bodice is still pulled low. Her breasts and pussy are exposed, and damn if my mouth doesn’t start to water again. I want more of her taste. Need it.

But my cock is demanding attention, and he won’t be denied. My hands go to my belt, and I unbuckle it then unzip my slacks. I reach inside, pull my cock out, and stroke it a few times, not even bothering to take them off. I hear a slight gasp and lock eyes with her.

“Have you seen a man’s cock before, Gigi? Or are you as innocent as you taste?”

“I’ve never—” She stops when her cheeks turn as pink as her cunt.

“But you want it, don’t you? You want to know what it will feel like inside you.” I know I do. I’ve never acted like this in my life—ravished a woman with hundreds of people only feet away—but that is partly how I know she’s the one for me. Why else would I be acting so out of control and doing something so out of character?

“Yes,” she whispers.

I move between her legs and pull one around my hip. “On my word, I will care for you and protect you for the rest of my life. You’re mine, sweet Gigi. Until the end of time.”

I push the wide head of my cock past her wet folds. Then I thrust once, breaking her cherry and surrounding my shaft with her tight wetness. The need to cum inside her is stronger than I could have imagined. My primal instinct is to rut and breed, but I’m gripping on to my control with the barest restraint. It’s taking all the power I have to remain still while she adjusts to the new sensation.

I kiss her lips softly, trying to distract her from any discomfort she feels. But sooner than I’d thought possible, she brings her other leg around my hip and deepens the kiss.

“More,” she moans. “Move inside me. I want to feel all of you.”

I do as she desires and slowly pull out before pushing back in almost immediately. I miss the heat of her pussy too much to pull out, so instead I just grind against her. The feeling of her wrapped around me is pure paradise, and I don’t want to spend a second outside of her heat.

“Again!” she cries, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

I’m only so strong and do again as she commands. I pull out and thrust back in, and this time I keep going, giving her exactly what she wants and giving it to her harder when she demands. My dick is a pleasure tool for her, and I will make it my goal in life to use him as she orders. My cock will be her personal dictatorship.

“All for you, my Giselle.”

Her orgasm builds much faster this time, and she’s clawing at my clothes while she peaks. I wish I was bare chested so she could mark me as hers, but I’ll save that for later tonight. Once I’ve bred her right here on this couch, I’m going to take her to the balcony and announce I’ve chosen my queen. Then I’m going to carry her into my royal chambers and continue what we’ve begun.

The thought of her round with my child is a vision too intense to control. I cum inside her waiting womb, hard and long. I try to hold myself up, but I end up collapsing on top of her and have to try to push myself off her. But as I go to lean back, she pulls me down again.

“I love how heavy you are on top of me,” she whispers, and then licks the lobe of my ear.

Warm chills run down my back, and I want her all over again. I want to rut and fuck and breed her for hours. But first, I want everyone out of my castle. Except my Gigi.

“My sweet love. That was so perfect. You were perfect.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as I stare down at her beautiful green eyes.

She blushes at my compliment, and I give her a soft kiss before I rub my nose against hers.

“Stay with me tonight. Let me love every inch of you in a bed big enough to hold all of our babies.” She bites her lip and nods. “You’re mine forever.”

When I pull out of her, we both groan at the loss. I pull her panties back over her to cover her pussy and catch any of the cum that may try to leak out of her. I need to get her on her back again soon.

I help her put her dress back in order, then reach up under her dress and pull her panties down her legs. She steps out of them and I put them into my pocket. I kiss each breast before covering them with her dress. The touches and tastes only make me want to undress her again, but I have to stay strong. Just a few more moments and I can have her for a lifetime. It’s what I keep telling myself when my urges get the best of me.

We both laugh and kiss as we dress, neither of us wanting to leave this room. But I know that what waits outside will be the beginning of our happily ever after, and I’m in a hurry to start that.

I take her hand and kiss it before leading her out of the room. “You’ve made me a happy man,” I tell her, running a finger down her cheek.

“This is the most magical night of my life,” she says, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me.

I smile and lean down the rest of the way, giving her what she wants. Then I open the door, and we walk out, heading towards the crowd.