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

Rumia's lips had worked me for so long that my cock throbbed with heat, slick and shining with her saliva, her inexperience making every clumsy stroke all the more intoxicating because of how determined she was to please me. I had guided her, telling her how to open her throat, how to swirl her tongue flatter, how to suck deeper and softer by turns, and she followed every correction with wide-eyed obedience. Ten minutes, maybe more, her mouth had been my furnace, her tongue my servant, and though she had gagged now and then, coughed once, even pulled back with strings of drool glistening between us, she always returned to swallow me again.

When at last she released me, panting heavily, her lips swollen red and glistening, her cheeks blotched with heat, her chin wet, she slumped back with her shirt hanging open. Strands of blonde hair clung damp to her face. Her tongue peeked out now and then as she licked her lips unconsciously, savoring a taste she wasn't even used to yet. Her body trembled with exertion, sweat glimmered across her brow, her chest rose and fell like she'd just run. She was so new to this, her jaw sore, yet her eyes sparkled with the satisfaction of having given herself to me in a way no one else had ever known.

I had nearly lost control—threatened by the raw urge to spill everything down her throat, to paint her face, her breasts, her hair—but I held back, strangling down the climax, guarding it like a blade yet to be drawn, because I wanted her first time, her pussy, her virginity, to drink me in instead.

"It's… somewhat tiring," she admitted, voice thin as she settled onto the other bench of the carriage, pulling her shirt closed halfway as though it could hide the flush of her skin or the trembling of her fingers.

"That's your first time after all," I said, watching her lips glisten under the faint lantern-light. "You'll get used to it."

She shifted shyly, thighs pressed together beneath her skirt. "Y-You want me to lick your cock again?"

The laugh rose in my chest, my hunger plain. "You have no idea how much."

Her blush deepened, and she turned away, fumbling for a flask of water. She tipped it back, droplets escaping the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin to drip onto her blouse, and the sight of it nearly drove me mad.

When the carriage finally halted after another stretch of silence, Rion's voice cut in from outside: "We have arrived, Lady Rumia."

I peered through the curtain and saw the mansion—small but elegant, tucked away within the capital.

"It's my home," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Prepared by Eleanora for me."

"The Princess?" My brows lifted.

She nodded, her expression tightening as she mentioned Count Sevrin. "I couldn't stay in his mansion. That pig… the way he stared, the things he asked—" she shivered, then shook her head quickly. "No. Here it's only Rion. She can be trusted." Then her eyes flicked to me, her lips curling into a secretive smile. She leaned close enough to whisper, "So you can take me however you want."

I didn't hesitate. Pulling her from the carriage, I lifted her into my arms.

"W…Wait, Hal! Somebody will see us!" She squealed, her fists thumping lightly against my chest.

"No one will see you," I growled, striding fast toward the door and kicking it open. The wood banged against the wall. "Where's your room?"

Her face was buried against my neck, her voice small, but her finger pointed upward. "First floor…"

I carried her upstairs, her legs bouncing against me, until I pushed into her chamber and slammed the door shut with my heel.

She looked up at me, giggling nervously, her cheeks redder than ever. "Do you want me that much, Harold?"

"After teasing me like that, you bet I do," I said, lowering her onto the bed. My blazer fell, my shirt came open as I stripped down before her wide eyes. "I'm going to fuck you, Rumia."

Her breath caught at the bluntness. She sat up just enough to slip off her shirt, revealing a simple white bra cupping the curve of her breasts, her trembling fingers brushing nervously against her skin.

I pressed her back down, kissing her lips roughly, biting, dragging a moan from her throat.

"Haaaan~~"

Her hands clutched at the sheets, wrinkling the fabric beneath her. I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, down to her stomach where the smooth warmth of her skin tasted of sweat and nervousness.

"Mmmhhn~" She whimpered as her body arched. Her legs shifted, the white tights whispering against the sheets, until I gripped her thighs and dragged her closer.

"Give me your legs," I ordered, lifting them onto my shoulders, forcing her skirt up to reveal the delicate white panties beneath the tights. My fingers found the hem and began peeling them down, slowly exposing more of her thighs, her knees, the soft sheen of her skin.

"Hhhhn… Harold… your fingers…"

"You shouldn't have hidden your beautiful legs from me," I said, sliding the tights lower until they came free at her ankles. I held one delicate foot in my hand, raising it, pressing my lips against her heel, her arch, then her toes, kissing them hungrily. She flushed, covering her face with her arm as I nibbled lightly at her toenails.

"I only wanted you to see them," she whispered through trembling lips.

"And I am seeing them," I murmured, letting my tongue glide over her sole before setting her legs apart again, spreading her wide.

Her panties clung damp to her mound, the fabric already marked with a wet patch. My cock twitched, heavy and aching, and I leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her arousal, dragging the flat of my tongue across the cotton until she jerked violently and cried out—

"Haaahnn~~ Haaahh, H…Harold!"

Her hands shot down to grab my hair, trembling, as I mouthed her through the thin fabric, teasing the shape of her slit, sucking at the damp spot until the cloth darkened more. Only then did I hook my finger beneath the edge and tug them down, revealing the glistening folds beneath.

Her innocence lay bare before me, trembling, glistening, utterly mine to ruin.

I kissed her thighs, the trembling flesh at her inner crease, and then set my mouth on her, tongue plunging through her folds.

"Ngghhhnn! Haaaaahh~~"

Her voice cracked, broken moans filling the room, her legs quivering against my shoulders as I devoured her virgin pussy, savoring every drop of her sweet nectar.

Pulling back a little, I let myself really look at her, the way her thighs trembled open and the soft white skin framed that delicate pink seam between them. Smooth, bare, closed so neatly it was like some forbidden secret, untouched and yet glistening faintly already from the heat I'd stirred in her body. It was impossible not to stare, impossible not to imagine how sweet she would taste on my tongue. Whether nature had left her hairless as she was only sixteen or whether she'd taken a razor to herself, I didn't care—the sight was perfect, like she'd been made to be devoured.

I lowered my head until my breath warmed her mound, then pressed my lips against her sex, tongue prying between those trembling folds.

"Haaa—haahhh! D-don't—hyAAHhh!" she cried, her whole body arching up from the sheets as pleasure overtook her. She came instantly, wetness rushing onto my tongue, salty-sweet, flowing in little spurts I eagerly drank while lapping harder, savoring how helpless she was against the wave of her climax.

Her hands clutched at my hair, tugging tight, but not pushing me away—only trying to anchor herself as her hips rocked against my mouth, as if her body already wanted more even though she was overwhelmed. Her moans broke, shuddering, as though her throat couldn't keep up with the force of it.

"Mmhh," I hummed into her, teasing her clit with slow circles while she squirmed. She shook her head wildly, as if to deny her own surrender, and yet every time I sucked her she gasped sharper, her thighs clamping my face before loosening again. Her innocence tasted so raw, so addictive, I could have drowned in it.

At last I drew back, licking my lips slick with her cum, smirking at the wrecked look in her eyes. "I think we're good now," I murmured, standing to undo my pants. My cock sprang out, thick and hard, veined with need, already drooling at the tip from having feasted on her so hungrily.

Her wide eyes fell to it, lips parting with shock, fear, and some deeper tremor she couldn't hide. I stepped closer, slapping my shaft against her still-quivering pussy with a wet smack.

"HaAHhnnn!" She squealed, jerking at the sensation.

"Rumia," I said lowly, brushing my crown up and down her slit, smearing my pre-cum over her folds, "it's time you lose your virginity."

Her eyes shimmered with tears that spilled down her cheeks, but her voice wavered out all the same. "H… Harold… take me…"

I bent down, licked one of those tears away, kissed the corner of her mouth, then shifted back between her legs. I caught her knees in my hands, spreading her open wide, positioning myself with slow inevitability. My tip pressed right against that virginal seal, slickened by her orgasm but still impossibly tight.

I looked into her eyes, held them, and pushed.

"NnnGGhhHHhhhaaaaahhhHhh!" She screamed, her voice raw with the tearing stretch as my cock forced its way inside. Her body resisted, clenching desperately, but I bore forward inch by inch, splitting her open, breaking her barrier in a single deep thrust.

"Ha…H…Harold!" She sobbed, nails clawing the sheets so hard the fabric tore, her whole body trembling under the shock of pain. Her thighs quivered violently, every muscle straining against the invasion, yet there was no escape with her legs hooked wide in my grip and my cock rooted inside her, throbbing with heat against walls that had never known anything before.

"Shhhh," I breathed, leaning close as I nuzzled her ear. I stayed buried to the hilt, letting her feel the fullness, the stretch, the impossibility of it. "It's done. You're mine now."

Her hips bucked slightly, as though testing the unbearable ache, and when I drew my cock back even a little, the sound she made—half sob, half whimpering moan—rippled through me like fire.

"HaAAhhhnnnnnnnn!" she wailed again when I thrust forward fully, this time even deeper, her tightness yielding only with more tearing strain. She clenched the sheets harder, her whole body shaking as her virginity was consumed by every inch of me.

And still I held her down, savoring her every cry, every tremble, before drawing out to thrust again, making her feel the reality of what it meant to finally be taken.

My cock drove in and out of her, slow at first, then faster, grinding into her trembling pussy with deep, dragging thrusts that spread her insides wider and wider until every push had her gasping hoarsely. Her white bra straps slid off her pale shoulders with each movement, the white fabric clinging stubbornly until I hooked my fingers into it, yanking it down.

Rrrip—the bra tore away under my grip, baring her small, perfect breasts. Her B cups rose and fell in time with her panting, nipples already stiff and pink from the heat of her body. I bent to take one into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue against the tip while still pounding her.

"HaAAahhhhhhhnnn! N-nnnghh—Harold! Too muchhhhhh!" She wailed, hips jerking as my cock filled her again and again, slapping against her pussy with wet schlapp, schlapp, schlapp sounds. Her tears streamed, her nails clawing helplessly at my back now instead of the sheets, body locked between pleasure and pain.

I switched to the other breast, teeth scraping lightly, tugging at her nipple until she arched off the bed with a shriek, her walls clamping down around me so tightly I groaned. "God, Rumia, you're squeezing me like you want to milk me already," I growled into her chest, rutting faster, balls smacking her ass with each thrust.

Pah! Pah! Pah!!

Her cries blurred into incoherent moans, every thrust stealing her breath, every tear mixing with sweat that ran down her flushed cheeks. And then, suddenly, her body locked up around me, her pussy spasming violently.

"AaAAhhhHHhh—! I-it's—haaahhhhhh—hyaaa—!" She screamed, her voice cracking as the orgasm ripped through her, juices spilling hot and wet around my cock. Her walls clenched so hard it was like her body was begging to keep me inside, forcing me deeper.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a growl I slammed myself to the hilt, cock throbbing, and released. Hot ropes of semen gushed out of me, spilling deep into her womb, filling her untouched depths until it overflowed. The mingling heat of her blood from the torn barrier and my thick cum mixed inside her, dripping back around my shaft as I stayed buried, grinding my hips down to make sure she took every last drop.

Her body convulsed around me, her head tilting back, eyes rolling, and then she went limp with a faint whimper, passed out from the force of it all. Her chest still heaved in shallow breaths, breasts glistening with my saliva, legs spread wide around me as I pumped the last spurts of my seed into her slack, twitching pussy.

I leaned down, kissed the corner of her parted lips, and whispered, "Now you're truly mine."