King and Northern Beauty
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 5
Aurther’s breath hitched briefly, and then a hand lifted from the bed and his fingers tugged at the blindfold where it had slipped and dug into her eye - she had all but forgotten about it, the stretched, sated sensation penetrating deep between her thighs obliterating all else. Then his fingers moved to the knot and he carefully unwrapped the binding. As she blinked her eyes open, she swallowed at the sight of the lean, powerful body of the man looming over her, inside her, the muscles of his upper arms tensed to hold him poised above her. His intoxicating musk surrounded her. His chest was heavily scarred, white puckered lines ripping over the muscles, and her eyes traced wonderingly over the toned lines, tight belly and hard thighs, down between them.
She stopped and blushed, and quickly looked up into his face, but his gaze had followed hers and was fixed at the juncture of her thighs, where his body hair mingled with hers, and the shimmer of her juices coated them together. She felt a heavy throb run through the member buried within her, and the glitter in his eyes made her blush more fiercely as he glanced back at her face. She closed her eyes again. He softly began to rock his cock within her tight, molten pussy, slowly, gently stretching her as she murmured and turned her head, reaching for him, reaching for something. She arched and whimpered, trying to drive him faster, meeting his slow rhythm with urgent, untutored thrusts of her pelvis.
He gently pressed into her as she writhed, urging him with more and more fervour to a faster pace, then suddenly he stilled, sat back, and lifted her legs. Cassandra felt him arrange them around his hips, her ankles crossed above his buttocks, before he abruptly leaned forwards again and began to thrust hard, each penetration bouncing her on the bed, causing her to gasp and lift her hips enthusiastically to his rhythm. She opened her eyes as he continued to pound her and saw him gazing at her breasts, watching them bounce as he quickened his pace, the gleam in his eyes sharpening.
She moaned and turned her head, burning with the feeling of his hard cock thrusting, thrusting into her, the knot in her belly tightening with each forceful penetration, then suddenly she froze in astonishment, her small hands coming down to grasp his wrists on either side of her head.
There were other men in the room.
Cassandra moaned again, closing her eyes against the King’s pounding, feeling the knot in her belly tighten and twist as he thrust into her relentlessly, again and again.
Glazed, her eyes fluttered open again. The vizier, and some other nobleman, were standing silent, still as statues at the foot of the dais, two metres back from the bed, watching with seeming disinterest as their King thrust hard into his latest bride-elect. The red tinge along their cheekbones and the glitter in their eyes belied lack of arousal, however, for all their stillness.
Aurther quickened his pace further as he saw the girl’s realisation, and watched with satisfaction as her lids closed again on a moan, her grasp on his wrists tightening with the tightening sensation in her belly. She twisted against him, uncaring of her audience, arching her back from the bed and thrusting her breasts towards him. He thrust more swiftly, savouring the exquisite friction of her tight, wet passage yielding to his hard cock with each penetration, the tingling at the base of his spine intensifying as he pounded her, watching her breasts rise to his hard rhythm.
The knot in Cassandra’s belly was so tight she thought she would burst, or scream, and he was pounding against it relentlessly. He ground against her clit with each thrust, and she could feel the low moan building in her throat. A swift glance told her that there were two men on the other side of the bed also, watching with gleaming eyes as she arched her breasts up to their King and pleaded with him huskily. She didn’t care about anything except the thrusting cock in her body, and her eyes were open but she was unaware of the men watching, blind as she raised herself to each rough penetration with moaning pants, voice cut off to only grunting gasps as he continued to pound her.