Forbidden Desires: Conquering Kingdoms And Women In a Fantasy World!

"I… haven't given you my true gift yet," she whispered.

I half expected something like this from her. Lisa had always worn her heart so openly, even when she thought she was guarding it. And knowing her as I did, I understood the weight behind her words.

"Your true gift?" I asked, feigning ignorance, though my smile betrayed that I already knew.

Her cheeks flushed, a storm of embarrassment and irritation flickering in her eyes. "Y… you know…"

I leaned back against the headboard, close enough that our shoulders brushed.

"Do you truly want it, Lisa?" My hand hovered near hers, not touching yet, as if waiting for her final consent.

She turned her gaze away, the tips of her ears glowing red. "I… in the capital, there will be Rumia. And surely others too. You'll meet more women… maybe you'll forget me." The thought clearly gnawed at her; her words came out sharp but brittle, threaded with fear.

"I will never forget you." My answer was simple, steady, and it made her flinch as if she'd been holding her breath for too long.

Her eyes softened, though shadows of doubt lingered. "J…just promise you won't throw me—"

"I won't," I cut her off, firmer this time.

Memories of another life, another me, drifted like ghosts at the edge of my mind—how many women I'd discarded thoughtlessly, how many faces I'd left behind. I wasn't going to repeat that cycle knowing well how it ended…

Not with Lisa. Not now.

I let my hand slide to her thigh, fingers brushing the fabric of her gown, stroking up in a slow rhythm until she shivered. "We won't be bothered by Zoey or Riley, I hope?" I murmured, my lips curving.

"I sent them away… for a while."

A smirk tugged at my mouth. "So you really wanted this."

Her blush deepened, her lashes lowering as though the admission itself embarrassed her.

I turned her face toward me, not giving her a chance to look away, and captured her lips with mine.

Lisa gasped softly at first, her lips trembling against mine, then pressed back with a hesitant need that made my chest tighten. She closed her eyes, lashes fluttering, as if surrendering fully to the kiss.

Meanwhile my hand slid higher along her thigh, the warmth of her skin seeping into my palm as I coaxed her skirt upward inch by inch.

"Hmmm!" She startled at the first brush of my fingers against bare flesh, thighs tightening for a heartbeat, but she didn't pull away. She focused on the kiss instead, on the way I coaxed her mouth open with a low whisper.

"Open for me, Lisa."

Her lips parted slightly, pink and trembling. I didn't waste the invitation; my tongue slipped past, slow but insistent, and the shock that raced through her body was visible.

"Mmfhh!" Her eyes widened, cheeks blazing. She whimpered against my mouth as my tongue tangled with hers, teasing, stroking, tasting every corner of her warmth. She was inexperienced, her own tongue shy and awkward, only daring small movements, but her surrender made the kiss even more intoxicating.

I deepened it, relentless, drinking her breath and her innocence together, sucking softly on her tongue until she moaned into me.

"Haannn—!" Her small fingers clutched at my shirt, knuckles white, as if anchoring herself while tears welled in her eyes from the overwhelming new sensation. I didn't stop; I devoured her little noises, pressed closer, licked the faint sweetness of her saliva, toyed with her until she was dizzy.

When I finally released her tongue, a wet strand of saliva stretched between us, breaking only when she sucked in a ragged breath.

"Haa… haa…" Lisa's lips glistened, damp trails running down to her chin, and before they could fall, I bent down to lick them away, savoring the way her shudder ran through her.

She barely had time to gasp before I pushed her down onto the bed, my weight following hers, my lips claiming hers again in a hungrier kiss.

"Mmnnhhh~" she moaned against me, still clutching my shirt, even as her thighs shifted helplessly when I pushed her gown higher, baring more of her pale skin to the air. My palm stroked the plush of her inner thigh, inching closer, feeling the muscles tremble under my touch until finally the pad of my finger traced along the thin fabric of her panties.

Her body jolted at the contact, hips jerking slightly as a gasp broke free from her throat.

"Did you just cum already?" I murmured against her ear, my lips curling into a sly smile as I studied her flushed face.

Lisa's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths shallow, broken, her eyes darting anywhere but mine. Her lips parted, gasping for air she couldn't quite catch, and the bloom of crimson spreading across her cheeks betrayed everything she wanted to deny.

The sight made me grin wider. My hand trailed lower, gripping the thin cloth of her panties. I gave a sudden tug—rriiip—and the delicate fabric tore away in my fist.

"Haa! H…Harold…?" Her voice cracked with shock, her eyes widening as the cool air kissed her now-bare sex.

"I'll buy you another," I said without pause, tossing the ruined scrap aside. My fingers immediately sought her heat.

"Haahn!" Lisa cried out, her entire body shivering as though an electric current had just coursed through her veins. She arched against my hand, thighs twitching as if trying to close but unable to resist the pull of touch.

Her wetness coated my fingers at the very first brush—slick, warm, undeniable. I pulled back, holding my glistening fingertip in front of her face. "Look what you've done, Lisa."

Her hands flew up, covering her face, but not before I saw how red she'd gone, her embarrassment radiating hotter than her skin.

I chuckled low in my throat, bringing my finger to my mouth. My tongue circled the digit, savoring the faint salt-sweetness, the heat of her essence. "Mmm… you taste delicious."

"Harold… wh…what are you…" Her voice trembled, half outrage, half arousal, her eyes shining with mortified disbelief.

I leaned closer, brushing my lips against her temple. "I need to make you ready first, Lisa. So it won't hurt when I take you." My words flowed like a vow, but the hunger beneath them was unmissable.

Without waiting for another protest, I pressed my index finger into her folds. Just the tip at first, testing, feeling her clench instinctively around the intrusion.

"Haaaaan!" Her head fell back, mouth open wide in a sharp, unguarded moan. Her hips shifted up to meet my hand even as her thighs trembled, the strange new pleasure overwhelming her senses.

I began to move, slow and steady, sliding my finger in and out, watching her face twist in startled delight.

"Mhnnff—hmhfffnnn~" Lisa slapped a hand over her mouth, desperate to muffle the sounds spilling from her, but her body betrayed her completely. Her hips rocked up to follow my rhythm, her voice still breaking free in muffled cries that only made me want to hear more.

Her walls fluttered tightly around my finger, already so soaked that every push sent a lewd squelch into the air. I toyed with the idea of slipping in a second finger, pushing her further, stretching her more—but the thought of claiming that untouched heat with my cock instead made me hold back.

After a final few deep strokes, I withdrew, my finger dripping. Her body quivered at the sudden emptiness, her thighs still twitching, her breath coming in ragged pants. I leaned in to kiss her swollen lips again, drinking in the taste of her gasps, before whispering, "I want to see you naked now."

Lisa shivered violently beneath me, her eyes darting down at her body as if unsure if she could endure it. She hesitated, frozen in place. So I helped her.

Her tunic was loose, but clung just enough to require gentle coaxing. I slid the fabric from her shoulders, exposing the curve of her collarbones, then guided her arms out of the sleeves. Inch by inch, pale skin came into view—her delicate neck, her graceful shoulders, the vulnerable dip of her chest.

Beneath, a modest white bra held back the swell of her breasts. My eyes lingered on the faint peaks pressing through the thin cloth, my lips curving into a hungry smile.

Her gown pooled around her waist, and with sensual slowness I drew it down over her hips, past her trembling thighs, and finally off her legs, discarding it at the bedside.

She lay before me nearly bare now, clad only in that flimsy bra, her chest rising quickly, and the faintest shadow of curls crowning the glistening heat between her thighs.

It was the first time I had truly seen Lisa like this—exposed, flushed, dripping, her sex glistening under the dim light. The sight stole my breath. The little tuft of dark hair there only made the delicate pink lips beneath stand out more, the contrast intoxicating.

She whimpered, reaching down instinctively, hand covering herself as shame overtook her. But I caught her wrist before she could hide. "No," I said softly, pinning her hand beside her, and lowered my mouth between her legs.

My tongue flicked out, sweeping across the length of her folds.

"Hhhmmnnnaaahhh!" Lisa cried out, startled so badly her body shot upright before collapsing back against the bed. Her thighs clamped around my head, trapping me as I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every drop of her taste.

"Ha…Harold… haaaannn!" Her voice broke apart, gasps tangled with pleading, her hips jerking as if she couldn't escape nor bear to stay still.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling desperately as each lap of my tongue dragged her higher. She writhed, her thighs trembling violently, her lips bitten raw as she tried to muffle her cries.

"Don't… don't lick me there… haaaaan, it feels… so strange… ahhnnn!"

And yet she couldn't stop me, her body soaking me with its surrender, begging for more with every shudder of her hips.

Lisa's thighs quivered around my head, the smooth insides pressing tight against my cheeks as if she were trying to shut me out, but her body betrayed her with every desperate twitch. I lapped slowly, tongue dragging through her folds, drinking in the mix of innocence and arousal pouring from her untouched sex.

"Haaaaahh—!" Her voice rang out, raw, unguarded, her back arching so hard her chest pressed upward, straining against her bra. She clutched at the sheets, then at my hair, fingers tightening and loosening in frantic rhythm with my strokes.

I flattened my tongue and gave her a long, slow lick from the very bottom of her slit to the tender nub above, curling my tongue just enough to flick it.

"Haa! D–don't—haaan!" Lisa's legs clamped down even tighter, trembling violently. She tried to push me away with her hips, but each desperate buck only ground her wet heat harder against my mouth.

Her taste coated my tongue—sweet, salty, intoxicating. I groaned low, the vibration sending her into another startled cry.

"Hhhhnnaaahh! Haa…haa… Har…old…" Her voice cracked around my name, torn between shame and an uncontrollable need that grew with each lick.

I alternated between slow, languid strokes that left her panting and sudden, precise flicks at her swollen clit that made her whole body jolt. She bit her lip until I thought she'd bleed, eyes squeezed shut as tears slipped down the corners from the intensity.

When I sucked gently at the hardened bud, rolling it between my lips, Lisa's cry pitched higher.

"Mmmhhhnnnnnaaaaahhhh!" Her nails scraped against my scalp as she pulled me closer instead of away, her thighs quivering in surrender even as her lips stammered, "N–no… don't… it's too… too muchhh!"

Her protests dissolved in the same instant her body betrayed her. Her hips jerked up with a sudden violence, thighs locking against my shoulders, and then it came. A hot gush burst from her swollen slit, soaking me in a flood of her release. Not the tight clenching of climax, but the raw, messy surrender of a squirt that spattered across my mouth, cheeks, dripping into my hair as if she had no control left.

I gasped against her folds but didn't pull away. The warmth hit my tongue, and I licked greedily, savoring the taste as her hips jerked helplessly against me.

"Ffffuck, Lisa…" I groaned under my breath, lips wet and sticky, my face drenched with her. "That was… so strong."

"Haaa~~" Lisa whimpered, her body collapsing against the bed, arms falling limp at her sides as her chest heaved rapidly, her breasts rising and falling under the strain of her ragged breathing. Her hazy eyes half-closed, face flushed a deep scarlet, she glanced weakly at me through her lashes, and when she saw my chin dripping with her essence, her cheeks flushed even redder.

"H…Haarold…" She whispered, voice trembling, the sound almost too soft to catch.

I lifted my head, dragging my tongue slowly over my lips to collect the last of her taste, then grinned at her dazed, embarrassed stare. "Mmm. You've given me enough to drink—I don't think I'll need water for a while."

Her lips parted with a strangled sound, a mix between outrage and shame. "Y…you… idio…" She muttered, hiding her face with the crook of her arm.

I sat up, tugging my pants down and kicking them away, my cock springing free and slapping hard against my lower stomach. It stood tall, flushed and throbbing with need, veins pronounced, dripping precum from the tip in thick beads.

Lisa's eyes widened instantly. "T…this…" Her voice broke into silence as her gaze remained locked on the thick shaft aimed directly at her.

"This is going inside you, Lisa," I said, my voice low and rough with desire. "Right into that sweet pussy that just soaked me."

Her lips trembled, and she squeezed her thighs together, instinctively shy despite the way her body had already betrayed her. "I…it's so big…"

"It'll fit you perfectly," I promised, crawling up onto the bed, shrugging off my shirt until I was fully naked above her. Her quivering legs parted slowly as I moved closer, the wetness between them glistening in the low light.

For a moment, I just looked down at her. Her flushed chest rose and fell quickly, her bra still clinging tight around her full breasts, straining with her every breath. Her pussy glistened, dripping onto the sheets, a mess of arousal that betrayed just how badly her body wanted me. My eyes lingered on the way her hips trembled, her thighs twitching in the aftermath of release, before traveling back up to her chest.

"Lisa," I said huskily, my voice shaking with restraint, "I'm naked. You should be too."

Her breath hitched, but she nodded. "Y…yes…" Her hands reached shakily for the clasp, fumbling with it, until finally her bra fell away, exposing her breasts fully. They were firm, high, and utterly beautiful—C-cups with perfect roundness, the nipples flushed and stiff from my earlier teasing.

"God…" I whispered, taking her in. "You're gorgeous."

My hand reached out, cupping one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it against my palm, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. She gasped sharply, her body arching.

"Haaaan~~" Lisa whimpered, her voice breaking with both fear and excitement.

I smiled wickedly, lowering my mouth to her chest. My tongue flicked across the sensitive nipple, and then I closed my lips around it, sucking firmly, pulling the sound right out of her throat.

"Haaan… Haaarold…" She moaned, her fingers clutching at my hair again as her back arched beautifully beneath me.

"You're so sexy, Lisa," I murmured against her breast, licking and sucking again, savoring her helpless whimpers. "I want to fuck you so badly."

Her moan broke higher when I switched to the other breast, my tongue circling the nipple before drawing it deep into my mouth. "Hhhhnnnnaahhh! S..so… sensitive…"

My hand slipped lower, brushing across her soaked folds, feeling the slick heat as my finger traced her entrance. Her thighs immediately squeezed together, trapping my hand, but the instinct only made her hotter, tighter.

"Are you ready, Lisa?" I whispered hotly into her ear, letting my finger slide between her folds again, teasing her clit just enough to make her hips twitch.