Chapter 453 - The Mist
Chapter 453 - The Mist
The chase. Bianca wanted to give him the chase. She pulled away from his kiss and said, "But you lost."
Brantley was panting, his cock shot north and so swollen that he wanted to plunge inside her like yesterday.
Her hands rested on his chest. "So what if I lost?" he asked. "I still win and I will get my bounty." He squeezed her breasts and she let out a squeal. She swatted his hands away, got up from him and ran towards the edge of the waterfall.
"Wait!" he shouted as he got up, buckling his shorts. "What are you doing?" fear skittered down his spine.
"I am going to jump in that pool below!" she shouted.
"No! It is too dangerous!"
"You forget I am a Lykae," she said putting her hands on her hips. "I will jump!"
"Look at that height, Bia!" he said with anger.
"So the thing is Mr. Loser—"
Brantley's eyebrows shot to his forehead. "Loser?"
She nodded as her hands went back to her bra's buttons. "If you catch me before I swim out of that pool," she indicated to the one where all the water cascaded into, "You are allowed to fuck me!" She pulled her bra open and his jaw slackened.
"What the—" he forgot what he was about to say when he saw her breasts bouncing in front of his eyes. He growled. "Girl, you are playing with danger." What a fuck-tease?
"Ah really?" she said.
He stepped forward to grab her, but she threw her bra at him, ran to the edge and dived in the air squealing like a child. At first Brantley couldn't believe his eyes as he saw her diving. A second later, he stashed her bra in his pocket and then jumped right behind her.
Bianca hit the water surface with force and her weight took her down deep. She emerged from the surface with a grin on her face. Now she had to swim to the edge and run back to the palace. However, as soon as she emerged, she heard a loud splash as Brantley entered the water. She managed to move a little. However the next moment the man emerged from the water.
He lifted his hands out of water and brushed the golden hair back from his face. Not satisfied with the clingy strands that didn't free from his face, he dipped inside again and let the water straighten his hair. His hair was now slicked back. They ran down his neck and Bianca's thoughts of letting him chase her vanished from her mind. Brantley continued to come forward as water dripped drop by drop on his delicious chest, then his abs on the stomach—
Bianca stopped breathing. All she now thought was how she would lick that water away from his skin. She was still submerged up till her breasts in the water and didn't realize how close the man was to her.
"Are you done gawking at me, sweetheart?" he asked as he brushed a strand of her hair past her face, slowly slid it beneath the surface of water to her breast and cupped it.
Her reverie broke and she became scarlet red.
"Fuck!" he said. He loved when she became red for him.
"I— I wasn't g— gawking," she said and forced her eye back on his face.
"I have your bra in my pocket. If you want it, you have to do what I say," he said.
"No way!" she protested. "You better give it back to me."
He chuckled. "No sweetheart. You have two options," he inched closer. "Either I fuck your mouth or I carry you on my shoulders, naked, to the palace and fuck you on our bed."
"What if I don't agree to either of them?" she asked, moving away from him.
He raised his eyebrow. He walked closer to her and now the upper swell of his hips was showing. "You have no other option left Bia," he said with a confident smile. One more step and his cock would come out of water and he wanted her to see it. He wanted her to see what effect she had on him. And so he took that step. His shaft was now dangling in front of her. "Service it Bia, and I might think of giving you the bra." His cock twitched thinking about her lips wrapped around it. It hardened further and became painful.
Right in front of her eyes, his swollen cock looked so delectable that once again her thoughts abandoned reasoning.
"Touch it Bia," he encouraged her.
She rose up slightly, exposing her breasts and reached out for him. She cupped his balls and started to stroke him lightly. She concluded—the man was devious and she wanted him madly.
"Take it in your mouth," he rasped. Yet another fantasy that would join the thousands he had built around her over so many years. He held her head at the back and pulled her closer to him. "Take me in," he said in a way as if it was an order. But in fact he was shivering in anticipation hoping he would tip soon.
She licked her lip and another shudder passed through his body. And then—she was on it. He threw his head back as pleasure hit when she licked it and sucked it in her hot, wet mouth. He looked down at her as she was sucking it with her eyes closed and he groaned—desperately. He wanted to hold, but how long? The girl was relentless or was he going to go mad and lose himself in her? "I— I can't—" his voice was breathy. His mate lapping him in the pool behind his palace—the thought was so erotic that he didn't, he couldn't last any longer and with a brutal yell, he released himself.
He took her out of the water and made her wrap her legs around his waist. She curled her hands around his neck to cling to him. He held her tight against his body. "Do you see how we fit into each other Bianca?" he said as her breasts pressed into his chests.
She curled her hands into his hair and nodded, heavy-lidded.
"Hunting you would be a pleasure for me Bia, but how will you resist me?" he said, almost challenging her and slammed his lips on hers. At the same time slammed his cock inside her and she groaned in his mouth. Her mind was all scattered. The man just challenged her. Wait. How did he know she wanted him to chase her?
He plunged so hard into her that she couldn't think any further. Soon, her insides felt warm with his seed and she came around him.
It was so hot and demanding and out of the world experience that her body slackened. She gripped his hair and curled her fingers around them as she rested her body against his chest. He carried her in that condition back to the palace. No one saw them because the mist traveled with them, as if on command of its king.
He made her lie on the bed and a memory flashed.
A thin old man who looked like daddy with wrinkly eyes and a lovely, gentle face came in the cell. He looked at her with wide glossy eyes that were full of tears.