Chapter Eleven
Morgana sighed as the wind rushed through her hair. In the distance they had already covered, she had calmed and her tears had dried. Her sense of duty had finally won out against her heart, yet she still felt the terrible ache of loneliness deep in her soul. She would remember her time with Kade for the rest of her life.
She had no doubt that once he was free of her, he would return to his pack and keep his women safe. That was his responsibility. He had to lead his pack in the best way he knew how, and she knew that without her there, he would have a much easier time accomplishing that goal. Even so, the thought saddened her a little.
Ragoth mewled against her, his warmth calming against her belly. The wind whipped through her hair as she soared high in the sky on top of Arydun, the massive animal gliding through the air with ease.
She looked down at the giant dragon beneath her, and wondered about where she came from.
“We were under the impression that dragons went extinct. How have you survived all this time with no one knowing?”
“Long ago, we were hunted close to extinction for our scales. They brought in a lot of money, and were used in the development for many sets of protective armor during some of the great civil wars. After that, we got smart. We learned how to hide better, and didn’t emerge unless it was safe, or at night, when we could fly under the cover of a dark sky,” Arydun answered.
“That’s something that didn’t make it into the history book I had read.”
“No, these days, hardly any dragons connect with humans, even of the magical kind. We have found our herd is safer that way.”
“I’m sorry to put you in harm’s way then, Arydun. I will see to it personally that no one touches you.”
“Morgana, you are special. I felt it the second I heard Ragoth crying out for one of us to save you. That cry has not been heard in centuries from any of our kind. It is only to be used in matters of great danger as a last resort. Even when the two of us had gotten separated on our last hunt, and I hadn’t been able to find him for days, neither of us used it. Yet, he used it in order to save you from the clutches of this nasty man currently in my claws. Knowing that you found him and offered him your protection is enough for me. Just for that, I would offer you safeguard as well. I feel great power in you, and I know that fate has big things planned for you.”
“Thank you, Arydun. I very much appreciate your protection, and for what you did for me back there. How did you know about the bracelet? How did you know I would be safe in your fire, and that it would free me from its magic prison?”
“It’s something that I was told a long time ago. The armband is a tool that humans used to use when teaching young wizards and sorceresses to bond and trust a dragon. Long ago, a tradition existed where a human endowed with magical properties bonded with a dragon, and developed a relationship based on faith. Only by trusting their dragon steed could that human be truly free.”
“I didn’t know any of that. I wonder if anything else of the sort would be deep in the Hall of Magic, in places that even I have never explored.”
“All sorts of secrets exist there. Some tame, others wild and dangerous. Be careful should you decide to explore the depths of its halls.”
“I will heed your warning, Arydun. We need to find out what else this bastard stole from its halls. I hope it works to imprison his powers, but to be safe, I’m going to keep him asleep as long as possible. When we arrive in Eridell, I will see to it that he is kept in chains.”
“I will not be far. Ragoth will stay with you, and will call for me if necessary.”
“Thank you,” Morgana said, her voice quiet.
She looked down at the treetops far down beneath, seeing small lakes and rivers intertwined in the greenery. Pulling her gaze up, she saw Eridell not far in the distance.
“It’s amazing how much faster that was than walking the rest of the way,” she mused, confident that the journey would have been at least another three or more days on foot. She sighed, gazing happily at the tall white walls and the beautiful alabaster stone that created the city’s road system. Dante’s palace rose up high in the center and she smiled, happy to have finally made it back home.
“Flying is a wonderful thing, and I am happy that I have gotten to introduce you to it.”
“I am grateful to experience it with you and Ragoth. This is incredible.”
“I hope we get to do it again sometime. Eridell is not far ahead, where should I go?”
“Can you see if there is a place we can land near the palace? It would be safest so that we can get Lord Nero into the dungeon as soon as possible.”
“I will see what I can do.”
Arydun flew high above the city before circling overhead and landing in the courtyard in front of the palace. Safe on the ground, Morgana felt the dragon’s tail help her off her back and then her feet settled on the solid rock of the city road.
The crowd that gathered was immense, cries of fear, wonder, and even anger sounding all around her. Standing tall, she held her hand up and silence fell over the crowd.
She opened her mouth to start calming down the gathering of people, but before she could get a word out, a voice boomed out over the square from above.
“My my my, the king’s sorceress sure knows how to make an entrance, now doesn’t she, even using a once thought extinct beast to do it.”
Looking up, she smiled, knowing who that voice belonged to the second she heard it. It was the king. He was looking down at her from a terrace situated above the square she had landed in. Looking happy to see her, he waved to her as he smiled.
“My king. It’s a pleasure to return from my mission in the south. I’ve brought you a gift. Arydun, would you show the king what we’ve brought him?”
The giant dragon picked up Lord Nero by the ankle and held him up high overhead so that he was closer to Dante.
“Morgana, you honor me. And what a gift you have brought to me. I couldn’t have asked for more,” he said, a sense of pride intermingled with surprise in his voice. “Guards! See to it that our guest is clapped in irons and escorted to the dungeon as soon as possible. Maximum security. The absolute strongest we have. Make sure that two wizards are on watch at all times. See to it that this prisoner cannot escape or hurt any one of my people. Lord Nero is no longer a free man, but instead, now he is our hostage.”
All around her, applause rang out as Dante’s people showed approval. Clapping and shouting filled the square. Once the audience finally quieted minutes later, she began to speak.
“King Dante, this is my steed, Arydun, and her son, Ragoth. See to it that neither are harmed. Both of them have proven to be great allies to myself and the kingdom of Legeari.”
She watched as Ragoth raced down his mother’s back before he jumped to the ground toward her. He climbed up her leg and then her shirt before settling in his usual spot on her right shoulder.
He stretched his wings out wide and rose his head high, very clearly proud of himself. He growled loudly, almost like he was agreeing with her. It took all that she had not to laugh at his display. Instead, she focused her attention back on Dante.
“Neither Ragoth nor Arydun will hurt our people.”
“They will not be harmed in any way. You have my word, the king’s word.”
“Thank you, my king.”
Suddenly, a group of guards opened the large wooden door of the castle and made their way toward the dragon. Arydun placed Nero on the ground before her, and the group clapped metal cuffs around his wrists and ankles. They affixed his body to an X-shaped cross before picking up the contraption and bringing him around to a separate entrance to the castle. Morgana knew where they were taking him, deep into the clutches of the dungeon, to a floor so deep that no one had ever made it out alive. In her time at the castle, only one man had been sentenced to that level, his crimes so atrocious that even Dante had kept the details from her.
Turning back toward Arydun, she smiled before touching the creature’s muzzle.
“Thank you for all that you have done. See to it that you make it safely out of the city. I will keep an eye out for your son as well.”
“Stay safe, little sorceress.”
Arydun’s massive violet wings stretched out and began to beat in the air, causing her body to rise high above Morgana and Ragoth. Her lavender underbelly, thick with protective scales, was all Morgana could see as the big dragon flew off.
The square calmed and quickly went back to normal after the intrusion she and her dragons made. She grinned when she saw Wes’ hulking form come out of the castle, his smile brightening up his face, even from far away. It didn’t take long before his large body reached her, his gait lengthy and confident.
“Morgana, it’s a pleasure to see you. I’m glad you made it back safe from that bastard’s evil clutches.”
“Me too, Wes. You have no idea.” She laughed when a soft growl sounded from Ragoth, and she quickly shushed him. “He’s fine, Ragoth. He’s one of the good guys.”
“I’d hug you… but I’m not sure your little friend there would like it very much.”
“You’re probably right,” she said as Ragoth growled his agreement.
“Come, let’s get you back into the castle. I’m sure you have a lot to tell the king and me about your time in D’Lormere.”
“I have much to tell you both,” she replied, nodding. Without delay, she followed the big Erassan into the castle, hearing the enormous wooden door pull shut behind them. She smiled as they walked through familiar halls, seeing the torches lit with fire that glittered with every color of the rainbow. Magic had lit those torches for a long time, and unless magic died, there was no chance of them snuffing out anytime soon.
Wes brought her to a conference room not far from the main hall, where Dante was already seated and waiting. There was one other person in the room, and she looked tiny in the chair compared to the rest of them. Morgana smiled when she realized who it was. Blue eyes met hers, and crinkled up with joy.
“It’s so good to see you, Lana!”
“Morgana! You’re back safe! Dante told me he had a surprise for me, but I never imagined you’d be it! How did you possibly get back safely?”
“She rode in on a dragon,” Wes offered nonchalantly. “A much bigger version of that grumbly fiend sitting on her shoulder right now, except purple.”
Ragoth huffed in Wes’ direction, and Morgana couldn’t help smiling at the exchange.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lana said, as if noticing the small dragon sitting on her shoulder for the first time.
“This is Ragoth. His mother’s name is Arydun, and she flew me into the city not long ago.”
“If I didn’t see him there with you, I would have never believed it. Actually, I didn’t even know dragons existed here on Terranovum,” Lana wondered aloud.
“As of yesterday they didn’t. They’d been thought to be extinct since the times of the great civil wars, but apparently, Morgana here found one,” Wes countered smugly.
“Well, obviously she is better at finding an extinct species than you are,” Lana offered, her voice one of abject innocence.
“Clearly…” Wes muttered.
“Morgana, I am sure you’ve had a long journey and you are exhausted, so I want to make this as fast as possible. Tell me everything you learned while in the south, anything that may be useful for our kingdom,” Dante spoke up, his serious tone cutting through the rest of the group’s joking nature. “Lana, would you pour Morgana a glass of water?”
Lana rose from her chair and walked to the side of the room, picking up a pitcher and pouring into a nearby glass. She placed it on the table in front of her friend. Morgana watched as the woman settled next to the king, allowing him to take her tiny hand into his much larger one. Smiling, she watched as the two exchanged a warm look, softened by their love for each other. Just seeing the way that they interacted with each other made her think of Kade. With a hard swallow, she looked away.
Without delay, Morgana began to tell him all she knew, from the extravagant city of Drentine, to the weak points in the city wall, to their use of dark matter. She started from the beginning, only skipping the details of what occurred between her and Kade. She wasn’t ready to share what they had done together behind closed doors and in the privacy of the forest. Dante, Wes, and Lana listened to every word without interruption. When she finally finished her story, she was exhausted and the king ushered her upstairs to her quarters.
Lana accompanied her, helping her to relax in a warm bath. Morgana was so tired, she wasn’t the best company, but the silence the two ladies shared felt natural. By the time she was fully bathed and dressed in her pajamas—a white satin pants and tank set—it took her mere seconds to be lost to sleep once her head hit the pillow.
She woke up hours later to a gentle knock at the door. Ragoth lifted his head at the sound from the pillow he had curled up on beside her.
“Come in,” she said, her voice thick with sleep.
Dante opened the door and stepped inside her bedroom. His expression serious, he turned toward her as he sat down on the bed.
“Morgana, you and I have worked together for many years now. But I’ve never seen you falter in anything you do for me. Your sense of duty is impeccable.”
“Dante? Have I done something wrong?” She pulled herself up, a deep sense of worry building up inside her. Had she disappointed him in some way?
His expression softened and he shook his head gently. Instead, he gazed into her eyes before continuing.
“Do you love him?”
“What?” she cried out, her tone peaking in alarm. She was so taken aback by his question that she thought she had misheard him at first. Instead, he calmly took her hand in his and asked her again.
“Kade. Do you love him?”
“I… I think I do.”
“Has he ever hurt you?”
Morgana blushed, and for a moment, she lost her ability to speak, but Dante waited, patient for her to continue. When she was finally ready, she opened her mouth in order to begin speaking again.
“No. He hasn’t hurt me. He’s spanked me, sir, but I’ve always been safe with him otherwise. He is a good man with a strong heart. Family, loyalty, and honesty are all qualities that he finds extremely important.”
“Fantastic. Well, he’s waiting outside, angrier than all hell with you right now. Since you’ve had time to rest, I will send him in.”
“What? You can’t be serious!?”
“Completely. The man flew into the city on a personal ship and landed on my terrace. We didn’t shoot him down simply because he didn’t shoot at us. Instead, he starts shouting at me as though I slighted him, and my guards tackled him to the ground. He’s been yelling for you ever since. It was only when he calmed down enough that he mentioned what his name was, and I remembered it from your story, that I finally put the pieces together. You and he are a definite item.”
“Is he really that mad?”
“I’d say it was safe to assume that you’re probably not on the best of terms at the moment. He’s told me multiple times that your pretty bottom is going to match the exact same red shade of your hair.”
She hid her face in her hands at his words, now completely embarrassed. It was hard to believe that Kade was here, waiting outside her door as the king sought her permission to send him in. She had assumed that once she had left, he would keep his pack safe and forget all about her, but that apparently was not the case.
Groaning, she pulled the covers up to protect herself. Dante stood and walked back to the entrance of her room. He looked back at her, his expression suddenly warm and soft.
“Morgana, you know I care deeply for you, and I can tell the both of you feel something for each other. I can see it written all over your face. If you deserve the spanking, don’t fight it, and take it like a good girl. You will feel much better and more loved by him, and most important, you’ll be forgiven because of it. That is my advice to you.”
He paused for a moment before glancing in Ragoth’s direction.
“You might want to stand watch outside, little dragon. Just take it as some friendly advice.”
Ragoth huffed beside her and flew to a nearby window that led out to a balcony. Looking back pointedly, he turned back and began to stand watch.
“Thank you, sir,” she answered, her voice barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. His hearing sensitive enough, he nodded and excited the room without delay, the door clicking behind him.
Moments later, the door to her room burst open and Kade stood in the door frame, just gazing at her with some sort of relief. As he sauntered in the room slowly, her eyes roved up and down his shirtless chest. He had a pair of dark blue jeans on, held up by a thick brown leather belt that hung loosely around his hips. His sculpted muscles twitched as she watched him try to contain the anger and disappointment that was clear on his face. Momentarily, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, a calm expression came over his features.
“You have no idea how much it relieves me to see that you are safe,” he offered, first to break the silence.
She met his eyes and gulped back her nervousness. He moved toward the bed and sat down beside her.
“They have Lord Nero in custody,” she offered, her voice quiet.
Pulling the covers closer to her chest, she listened as he took a deep breath and began to chastise her.
“Morgana, you disobeyed my direct orders. Not only did you reveal yourself to Nero and put yourself in harm’s way, but you left the safety of the cave. Then you left the pack and me behind, as you flew away on a dragon all the way to Eridell, without even talking to me first. You could have been killed, either by Nero or the dragon. If you had listened to me, you would have not put yourself in danger, and I could have protected you.”
“I had to do my duty, sir.”
“How do you think I felt, standing on that cliff, watching as the woman I love flew away from me, without a single word as to why?”
“Love?” she whispered, her eyes growing wide with disbelief.
“Yes. The woman I love left me behind.”
“But… I thought I would just get in the way; that you needed to protect your pack, and me being there just put them in danger. I thought you would be relieved that I was gone.”
“I’m going to teach you exactly how wrong that thinking was. You’re well overdue for a spanking, and I aim to teach you exactly how much I care for you, no matter the cost. I am the Blood Rose alpha male, and you are my mate. In my world, that means forever.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Morgana began to feel tears prickling at the back of her eyes. She felt awful for leaving him behind and for disobeying his word.
“I know you didn’t. Now come, I want you to put yourself over my knee so that we can settle things between us. I promise you that before the day is done, your bottom will be very hot and well punished, and you will be one very contrite young lady.”
“And I’ll be forgiven? You won’t be angry with me anymore?”
“Of course. I will always forgive you. I love you.”
“Kade?”
“Yes?”
“I love you too.”
Morgana didn’t wait any longer. She wanted to set things right. Moving the covers aside, she climbed out of bed and stood by him. Slowly, she lowered the satin pajama pants and blushed slightly when she realized that she had no panties on. Her bottom quivered in anticipation of the punishment his palm was about to mete out. Her stomach seemed to drop to her knees as she hesitantly lowered her body over his hard thighs. He adjusted her, moving her upper body a bit forward so that her bottom was impossibly high in the air. Then he draped his leg over the backs of hers, ensuring that she couldn’t escape even if she tried. She was held firm to him, her bottom bare, and entirely vulnerable to what it was about to receive.
Nervously, she laid her head down on the bed, the quilt soft against her cheek. As his hand brushed against her skin, she jumped.
“Morgana?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Tell me why you are about to get punished.”
Gulping back her nervousness, she began to speak, but her voice remained a little shaky.
“I disobeyed you and left the cave when you told me not to. I also put myself in danger when I exposed myself to Lord Nero, and I should have talked to you before I flew off to Eridell. I’m sorry I hurt you, sir.”
By the end of her admission of guilt, a few tears managed to slip out from the corners of her eyes. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt about what she had done. She should have known that he cared for her. Instead, she had let her mission get ahead of her, and now she had to deal with the consequences of that decision.
Kade massaged her bottom, his fingers gripping and squeezing her naked flesh. Her body nervous and tense, she finally began to relax a bit at his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips. When his touch finally left her skin, she knew her spanking was about to begin.
Smack!
The sound of his palm hitting her right cheek rang throughout the room and it took almost a full second for the sting to finally hit her. By the time it did, he had already landed another on her left side. Completely forgoing any sort of warm-up whatsoever, he began to spank her hard and fast, so that she had no time to recover.
Her back arched at the sudden attack and her hips wiggled in a vain attempt at escape. His hand clamped down on her waist, cementing her to his lap. His leg held firm over hers, so that she couldn’t even kick. She was truly and completely under his control, and at his mercy.
This was a true punishment spanking.
He spanked all over her bottom, starting from the tops of her cheeks to the middle of her thighs. Her backside throbbed all over, like a thousand wasps stung her at once.
“I don’t ever want you to question how I feel about you again. I will spank this bottom every day to remind you if I have to, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir!” she squealed, as the pain began to overtake her senses.
He began to focus on the area where her bottom met her upper thighs, spanking hard from one side to the other. Morgana struggled against his hold, the sting quickly becoming overwhelming. She cried out loud, his spanks relentless.
“I want you to remember that this beautiful gorgeous bottom is all mine, and that we are in this together.”
Kade accentuated each word with a hard spank, and she cried out as the intensity increased. She knew she would feel his handiwork for days after this was all over.
When he focused even lower on her mid to upper thighs, she finally broke down and began to cry in earnest. The spanking hurt a great deal, but she was overwhelmed with guilt for her actions. How could she have possibly thought that he would be grateful to get rid of her? That he would put the pack before her?
He was spanking her in order to show her that he loved her, and she was grateful for it. Through her tears, she welcomed each spank, knowing it was done out of love for her, and to teach her that she was important in his life. Sure, she disobeyed him, and she was sorry for it, but the real message that broke through to her, as his stinging palm bit into her flesh over and over again, was that he cared enough to teach her. He loved her.
In that moment, she felt her body relent. She submitted to his control completely.
Arching her back, she presented her bottom to him to that he had easier access to her entire backside. His spanking slowed, so that each smack hit heavy and hard across her cheeks. As she sobbed into the bedcovers, her fingers fisted the fabric, holding on as her punishment continued.
After a few more heavy spanks, his hand stilled, holding motionless against her very hot and punished flesh.
“We will continue this with my belt, my love. Now, I want you to climb off my lap, and present yourself over the pillows that I will set up in the center of the bed.”
“Yes, sir,” she said her voice cracking. Her punishment still wasn’t over and her backside was on fire, and probably red everywhere. She couldn’t believe there was more. Kade lifted his leg from the back of hers and loosened his grip on her waist. He helped her to lift herself and kept her steady as she crawled off his lap. He stood up after she was free of him and grabbed a few pillows, piling them up on the bed in preparation for her to climb over them.
Looking back at him, she smiled a little through her tears as she situated herself over the pillows, presenting her bottom to him for further punishment.
“Thank you for teaching me, sir.”
“Good girl. Now let’s finish this so I can hold you in my arms. I want you to keep your hands clasped above your head on the bed. If you put your hands back, I will tie them to the headboard. This is important. I want to only punish your bottom, and not your little fingers if they get in the way.”
“Yes, sir. I will keep them above my head.”
“You have been very well behaved so far for your spanking, and I am taking that into consideration with regards to how many times I will whip your naughty behind with my belt. So, I have decided that you have twenty lashes with the strap coming. Five for leaving the cave. Another five for putting yourself in danger with Lord Nero. And the last ten are to teach you how important you are to me, so that you will never, ever think that I am better off without you again. I will not require you to count, as I don’t believe you will be able to.”
“Yes, sir,” she responded contritely.
“Look at me.”
She turned her head back toward him and watched as his hands fell to his belt. Almost painfully slowly, his fingers grasped the buckle and threaded the leather out of the dull metal clasp. He pulled the belt from the loops on his jeans, the sounds of the leather caressing the material loud over the beating of her heart. Once the strap was free of his pants, he folded it over once and slapped the belt against his palm.
Morgana jumped at the sharp sound, suddenly very nervous over how much this was going to hurt.
“Hands above your head and face forward. Keep still or else I will start to add extras.”
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Will you touch me at least, put your hand on my waist?” She was desperate to feel his touch, to know that he was connected to her during what was bound to be a very painful learning experience.
“I can do that. Now, I want you to ask me for the rest of your punishment.”
She felt his hand settle on her lower back, his strength holding her down. Swallowing convulsively, she forced herself to speak the words he wanted, yet her voice cracked with her nerves. Her bottom clenched in anticipation.
“Please, sir, I’ve been a bad girl and deserve to have my backside whipped with your belt. Please punish me until you think I have learned my lesson.”
Strangely, as these words left her mouth, she felt her arousal begin to drip down her thighs, which quivered as she pressed her legs together. How was is possible that she knew she was getting punished, yet her body wanted it, craved it even? It hurt like hell, for god’s sake, but there was no denying the fact that she was most certainly wet from his spanking alone. He hadn’t even begun to touch her where she really wanted him to yet.
“Relax your bottom. Once you submit to me, I will punish you for being such a naughty girl.”
She tried desperately to do so, and once she did, the belt cracked hard against her bottom for the very first time. A line of fire bit into her skin and she cried out. She almost allowed her hands to fly back, but then she remembered that he had ordered her to keep them above her head. Clasping her hands together, she vowed not to let them reach back at all during the rest of her spanking.
Breathing, she relaxed and the next stroke came down across her cheeks. She was able to hold still for the first ten lashes or so, but once he began laying into her sit spots and upper thighs, she had much more trouble.
Each whip with the belt felt like someone had laid a hot iron across her bottom, the bite of the leather like nothing she had ever felt before. It hurt so much that she lost count of how many spanks of the wicked leather strap she had left, sobbing into the bedspread. Her hands clenched together in tight fists as it fell, again and again.
She had no doubt she wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days, but she deserved this. She couldn’t believe what she had done.
“I’m so sorry,” she cried into the quilt, repeating it over and over until she realized that he had sat down beside her. His hand massaged up and down her back.
“I forgive you,” he said, his voice full of warmth and love.
Suddenly, she needed to be in his arms. Pushing herself up from the mound of pillows, she curled up on his lap, her arms hugging around him and her head lying on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her small body as she cried out the rest of her tears against his warm chest.
“You really forgive me?”
“Of course, Morgana. You are my good girl again.”
Smiling softly, she peered up into his golden eyes. He brushed an errant piece of hair out of her face, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin of her cheek. Her tongue gently licked her lips, and the hungry look on his face nearly undid her.
He gripped her hair in a tight fist at the back of her head and his mouth overtook her own. His lips kissed her hungrily, and his tongue explored and tangled with hers. A soft moan escaped Morgana’s lips as their kiss deepened even further. Her pussy began to throb with desperate need at this sudden onslaught, her juices slickening her entrance and dripping down her thighs.
She was hot and ready like never before. She needed him to fuck her, hard and fast and without mercy. She needed him to claim her completely.
He pushed her to the bed gently, pressing her back against the soft surface. Without a fight she let him, knowing he knew exactly what she needed. Hissing slightly when her bottom touched the bed, she saw him smile at her discomfort.
Breaking off the kiss, she looked up at him.
“If I weren’t a very punished little girl right now, I would say you enjoyed spanking me.”
“I will never tire of spanking your gorgeous globes, my sassy redhead. You can bet that you will have a very pink bottom more often than not now that you’re mine.”
A shiver raced up her spine at his threat, and she moved to kiss him again, the ache between her legs continuing to grow at an alarming rate.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, sir!”
“Just spanked and already you’re racking up points for your next one. Such a naughty girl you are, with that mouth. I have remedies for that.”
“Promises, promises…”
“I hope you can say that when my cock is in your tight little ass tonight.”
“What?” she asked, wide-eyed, but strangely aroused.
“That’s right. After I take your pussy with a good hard fucking, I’m going to claim your naughtiest hole.”
She couldn’t even respond as he bent down and his lips demanded her attention, his body hot on top of hers. Feeling his hardness throbbing against her thigh, she ground her hips into his, her sore bottom pressing into the bed. It still hurt quite a bit, but her need for pleasure intermingled with the pain so that the mixture heightened her senses to all new levels.
Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she burned only for him; only he could give her what she so desperately craved and didn’t even know she needed. Even though she had never been taken in her bottom hole by a man before, the thought made her grow even hotter, yet slightly naughty, like she shouldn’t want someone to touch her there. But she did. And she wanted that person to be Kade.
Moaning, her fingers scratched against his back as she arched her own, her nipples hardening under her white satin tank top. Kade pushed the soft material over her head and she was completely naked underneath him.
She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, smiling slyly up at him as she did it. Pushing his jeans down his waist, she freed his massive girth to her grasp. Reaching down, she took the velvet hardness into her fingers and moved her hand up and down its length.
“Such a naughty minx.”
“But I’m your naughty minx,” she said, a shred of hope apparent in her voice.
“Always.”
He kissed her again, all while grinding his pelvis into hers. She released her hold on his cock and groaned out loud when it rubbed up against her aching bud. Panting, she couldn’t hold off much longer, needing him inside her.
Thankfully, he pushed her legs apart with his knee, a look of hard determination on his face. He guided his cock to her entrance and she tried frantically to help him by hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him toward her. The head of his cock pressed at her slickened opening until he pulled back slightly. She whined at his absence, the chilly air caressing her needy pussy.
“Be still,” he said, placing a sharp slap on her inner thigh. With a gasp, she looked down and saw his pink handprint emerge on her pale skin. The image made her pelvic muscles clench and more wetness trickled down her lower lips. She must be making quite the wet spot on the quilt beneath her.
“Kade, I can’t take it.”
“You’ll take exactly what I decide to give you, naughty girl.”
Forcefully, he speared his cock into her opening in one fell swoop. Gasping at the sudden invasion, she nearly purred when he started moving his hips against hers, hard and fast, his wide girth stretching her as her pussy squeezed around it. Sounds of flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the room as he pumped in and out of her and she climbed higher and higher into the world of pleasure.
She met his thrusts, arching her hips toward him in order to take him deeper. His cock rubbed against a spot deep within her that nearly snapped the tension coiled tight in her body. He did this, again and again, until she thought she would fall apart at any moment.
“Sir. Please. I need to come.”
“Come all over me. Now, naughty girl!”
Nearly screaming, she felt her orgasm crash over her, fueling the flame that flickered quickly into an overwhelming bonfire. Every nerve in her body burned with desire, and her muscles tightened with the intensity. Holding onto him, she rode out her release, her hips humping against his, her nipples painfully hard. His lips descended on the hardened pebbles, sucking and nibbling as she experienced the aftershocks of such a strong orgasm.
When her head finally came down from the clouds, she held her body close to his and looked up into his eyes.
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured quietly, still dazed from what she had just experienced.
“We’re not done, little one.”
Blushing, she knew exactly what he meant. He was still going to take her back there, in a place that made her feel exceptionally naughty, in her bottom hole. Her buttocks clenched at the thought.
“Turn over, baby, I want you on your hands and knees.”
“But sir, do you have to do it?”
“Morgana, I’ve been thinking about putting my cock in your tight little hole for a very long time. Now do as I say, or you’ll get another spanking.”
“Yes, sir…” she whined in response.
He moved off of her, allowing her to begin to move into the position he had demanded so sternly. Almost painfully slowly, she pushed herself up and over until she was on her knees. Looking back, she pouted.
Smack! Smack!
Kade spanked her hard on both cheeks and she yelped before quickly putting her hands down on the bed.
“Arch your back and present your bottom hole to me for the taking, and then, I want you to beg me to claim you there.”
“I can’t.”
Smack!
He spanked her again, this time catching both cheeks at once, directly on top of her pussy.
“You will.”
He was really going to take her there, in her bottom. It felt so wrong, so utterly shameful, but incredibly arousing. She was a good girl, a respectable person in society here on Terranovum, but she was turned on about the fact that he was going to put his cock inside her naughty backside. A little reluctantly, she arched her back so that her bottom hole was on display. She knew he could see everything, from her tight little rosette to the lips of her pussy. She also knew he could see just how aroused she was, since she could feel it on her thighs. She swallowed apprehensively, her mouth feeling very dry as she began to speak.
“Please, sir. Please claim my naughty hole as yours. Show me that my bottom is yours, both inside and out,” she choked out, all the while feeling her folds slicken even more at her words. Her body wanted it, but her mind had yet to accept it.
She felt a cool liquid dribble over the rim of her bottom hole, and knew he was spreading some sort of lubricant around it. He began to work his finger in and out of her bottom, first one, and then two. She moaned at the invasion, enjoying it as he prepared her for him.
Over time, Kade had increased the size of the plugs he had inserted in her bottom, and she had come to realize that she had actually missed that feeling of fullness over the past few days. Now, feeling his fingers work in and out of her, she remembered just how it had felt, and how proud he had looked knowing her bottom was full because he wished it so.
Her nipples peaked, and his other hand reached down, pinching and pulling on one as she moaned into his touch, sending shockwaves of pleasure down to her clit.
“Oh, god, sir. Please take my bottom. You’re making me go insane!”
The head of his cock pressed against her tight hole and she nearly came at the image that crossed her mind. Once he pushed against her, she cried out, suddenly nervous as she thought about just how large his cock was.
The plugs he had put inside her were much smaller than what she felt now. His girth was much wider, his cock that much longer. How could she ever think she could take him in her bottom? She cried out as he began to stretch of her tight rim of muscles, clenching down as he tried to enter her.
“Please! It hurts!”
“Relax, my little redhead. Push against me, just like you do with the plugs I’ve put in your bottom plenty of times before, and you will be able to take me. Bear down, sweet one.”
Hearing his voice helped her to relax, and she began to follow his direction. Before long, the head of his cock was inside her, and he pressed the rest of his length slowly into her stretching bottom. Once he was fully seated, he bent over and kissed her shoulder.
“See? I knew you were ready. Such a good girl.”
He began to pump his cock in and out of her bottom hole, his hands holding firmly onto her hips. Each time his hips met her bottom cheeks, the sting of her recent punishment flared anew, heightening her desire even more. She moaned with the pleasure of it, feeling incredibly full. The plugs he had inserted inside her were not even close to his size, and especially weren’t as long as his shaft, but everything was wonderful. It felt amazing. He had been right. Arching into him, she pumped her hips back to meet his, taking him deeper and deeper.
“You’re so tight!” he whispered into her ear. Reaching around, his fingers began to circle around her pulsating clit, and she moaned loudly. Feelings of desire raced through her system and she nearly cried at the intensity of it all. Her pussy clenched with pleasure as he pressed down on her sensitive bud.
“Kade, please let me come,” she begged, her voice tense from holding back for so long already.
“Not yet. Don’t you dare come yet.”
She cried out as her pleasure buzzed throughout her body, straining to be set free. Her bottom clenched as she tried to hold back, which only seemed to heighten everything tenfold. She felt so wild and wicked for enjoying something like this so much, something so incredibly naughty.
He pressed down on her clit, and then pinched it between his fingers. He began to roll his fingers around it, and she felt like she could climb the walls, her need was so great.
“Now, my naughty minx. Come with me.”
The sound of his voice fueled her release as he pinched, rolled, and circled her sensitive bud, wringing out every prolonged moment of pleasure that he possibly could from her ravenous body.
She came harder than she ever had before, her bottom full of her mate’s cock, almost as though a coil had snapped inside of her. She’d been spanked and taken in more ways than she could have imagined. Her bottom sore, both inside and out, she moaned against him, riding his length as her pleasure took over her entire sense of being. She came again when she felt him stiffen with the strength of his release. He pumped into her once, then twice, groaning as he hurtled over the precipice into his own world of pleasure. She cried out as she felt his hot seed shoot deep into her bottom, and her head spun with crazy desire. Her pussy clenched as she felt her wetness drip down her thighs, evidence of just how much she had enjoyed herself so clear that even she couldn’t have denied it.
Her hips rocked and her thighs quivered when her body finally began to calm. The aftershocks of her orgasm continued to tremor through her, like an earthquake that just didn’t want to quit. Kade took her into his arms and helped guide her to the surface of the bed. Her limbs weak from the excursion of having three incredible orgasms had taken its toll, and she didn’t fight him as he took care of her. She laid back as he picked up a cloth and cleaned off her thighs and pussy of the remnants of their lovemaking.
She smiled up at him, gasping as the fabric dragged across her still sensitive flesh, causing even more aftershocks to rake through her body. Moaning, she melted into the soft quilt at her back, her limbs numb from everything that had just happened between the two of them. Her bottom pressed against the fabric, still sore, but she was hardly aware of it. Her body felt as though it had been sucked up and shot out of a massive tornado. She felt too good as he took her into his arms, his body warm against her own. She realized she was happy, and most important, she felt completely owned by her mate.
“Kade?”
“What is it, my beautiful redhead?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” Kade whispered in her ear, his breath tickling. She smiled as she curled in closer to him.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to fall asleep in each other’s arms as the moons rose high in the night sky.