The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 38

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 38 by desirenovel Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Yes, for whatever inexplicable reason, I was filled with the mad urge to please this man. Despite how

unpracticed I was in this aspect, I was acting bold and sure. The thought of him hating women was lost

in my mind. He didn’t seem to act like one back at the party and he wasn’t rejecting me as I advanced

now.

My wrist mark ached in sync with this need and it got my mind reeling of how good this ache felt as

opposed to my earlier painful experiences back on Earth. I had already solved the puzzle with regard to

this and it all went down to distance. The farther away I was from the king, the painful the mark

throbbed, and the closer I am to him, well… it doesn’t require a rocket scientist to figure that out.

Maybe this wrist mark indeed had some incantation embedded so that we couldn’t escape each other

or maybe it worked to remind us we were married. Whatever it was, I wished I knew the answer.

However, in the meantime, my priority was the king’s pleasure. Without over-analyzing it or even

worrying about how inexperienced I was with this aspect, I opened his pants, freed his majestic size,

and rubbed it with my palm and let the next steps run its course. I let my sense of touch guide me as I

pumped him hard and fast.

I heard him groan many times and judging from the look of pure bliss on his face, he was enjoying it.

I grinned as I gazed up at him.

He was beautiful like this: creased forehead, furrowed brows, tensed jawline, and clenched teeth. His

nostrils flared too as he breathed in and out in a ragged way. His warm breath fanned my face many

times as he towered above me, hands on both sides of the wooden door. I felt caged in like a mouse,

but a mouse with the upper hand.

Deciding to look down, I gaped at the sight that welcomed me. I knew he was huge judging from my

sense of touch, but I didn’t expect it would look this handsome. He had little to no pubic hair and what I

anticipated to be wrinkly and gray, actually looked so much better. His skin was taut and smooth. It was

a light brown to pink with what I could gather as pre-cum in the middle. He was divine and a part of me

—that very bold, excited part—actually wanted to feel it with my mouth.

And so, without further reasoning, I knelt down just as I clutched his balls. With my mouth near his

cock, I stuck out my tongue and licked his introductory juice. Hell, he tasted unlike anything I ever

tasted before and I was left wanting more.

“Fu…ck!” King Aero groaned out as I placed his size completely inside my mouth. It was a mouthful,

yes, but it was the best mouthful experience I had in my life.

Continuing my mission, I slid his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop at the end. He reacted by

pushing his hips forward and pressing his head against my lips again.

I was eager to welcome it back in with a hard suck.

“Hmmrghh…” he voiced out incoherently. Whatever it was he said, I had a strong feeling it meant to be

a praise, not a curse.

Feeling pleased with his reaction, I started a constant rhythm with his cock. A lick here and a lick there,

a suck here and a blow there, a squeeze here and a pump there—they were all a deadly combination

until he grunted loudly and his hips pushed forward and away from my face.

I watched, surprised, as he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me up in less than a second

followed by his cock easing in between my closed thighs using the slit of my gown.

“King Ae…ro!” I cried out as he started dry humping me like a mad dog—or in this case, like a mad

wolf.

Grabbing my arm, he pushed me harder against the wall. His head flexed down and afterward, I felt his

hot mouth on my neck. His teeth grazed me and actually, he was almost on the verge of biting, then his

tongue stuck out.

Goosebumps erupted all over my body again when I felt him lap my skin. It felt wonderful and with this,

I cried out a loud moan of pleasure.

“Fu…ck. Fu…arghhhhh!” His heightened voice reverberated all over the room as I witnessed his

climax. His white liquid profusely flowed down my legs as he emptied himself on me. I was left

speechless; my heart double working to its full capacity; my face completely a shade of red.

Silence reigned thereafter for a few minutes; our heavy breathing the only sound that teased our ears.

He continued to hold me, while I allowed myself to be pressed up by the hard plane of his chest. I could

hear the wild beating of his heart. It was the same as mine.

“You…” then he stated in a drawn-out breath, “what fucking game are you playing at?” Our eyes

locked; his tourmaline orbs swirling with depth.

“No games,” I answered without shame, “This is just me acting on my desire.”

“You dare…desire…me?” he asked; his tone deep and unhurried as if he was processing the

unbelievable word in his head.

“Yes, I dare. Unlike you, I’m honest with what I want,” I pointed out just as I squared my shoulders.

His eyes darkened and briefly, I swear I saw it turn to gold. “Oh, you don’t know what you’re talking

about, Serena.”

One large hand suddenly slipped inside my gown, replacing the spot where his cock just vacated. I

gasped when two fingers tested the strength of my underwear, hooking it and pulling it to the side.

“I’m honest with what I want too,” he murmured close to my ear. I grabbed the front of his coat and

whimpered against him when he suddenly entered me with those same fingers.

“Ae…ro!”

“Aero?” he chuckled darkly. “How bold of you to call me by my first name.”

“What do you…want?” I asked, looking at him with hooded eyes, disregarding his statement. I cared

less if he disliked being called by his first name. What I cared about was how he was giving me the raw

treatment.

The way his fingers pushed in and out of me made my legs press tightly together. I couldn’t be sure if

the wetness I was feeling was from his seed earlier or the aroused juice I was releasing now.

“I want you to cum for me, Serena. That’s what I want. I want to win in this game you started.”

He continued to finger fuck me. I arched my back and grab a hold onto his coat even more. “You

started it first! You said so yourself there will be no physical contact while we’re married! I trusted you.

Yet you…this morning…hmmm…ahhh!”

He hit a good spot right at my swelling clit and I, squeezing my eyes shut, basked on my first ever

orgasm in this kingdom. “Oh god! Oh god!”

It hit me in waves I deemed stronger than my self-supervised masturbation. His fingers…his skills were

superb. It was mind-boggling how a man who hated women so much could turn out to be the best

finger fucker in this realm.

Without a thought, I tossed my head back only to find he was already waiting for me. His mouth quickly

dove in and crashed against my lips. His tongue slid inside, contacting with my own and at that

moment, all I wanted to do was reciprocate it.

Our tongues sparred without holding back. With his free hand, he grabbed fistfuls of my hair, held my

head in place, and conveniently forced all his ardor on me.

Not surprising, I noticed his erection prod against my abdomen again. My hand automatically grabbed

and squeezed it. As expected, it was in its full glory, ready for another round.

But in the back of my head, my conscience screamed, ‘Will there actually be another round?’

The answer to that came in an instant when he abruptly stopped our kiss and pulled himself away.

“You have returned the favor, Serena, you are dismissed,” he stated calmly, managing to level his

hyperworked breathing.

I was dumbstruck. What the…what the hell?!

“You’re good at this game, huh?” I stated, partly hurt, partly relieved. I couldn’t believe he just wanted

us to end like this aroused and all, but on the brighter side, at least I was still safe from being

completely ravaged by a man.

“I am, Serena. And I always win,” he smirked, and with that, he disappeared in front of me, leaving me

feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.

“Will see…” I huffed and fisted my hands.

This was challenge accepted.