Tasmina's Tale

26. Thunder and Lightning

Tasmina

When I walked into the chambers, Rikom was already lying in bed. I blew out the lantern and climbed into bed with him, smiling as his arm curled around me and pulled me towards him. 

“I thought you’d be asleep, my jün.” 

“Your scent could wake me from the dead,” he murmured, kissing my cheek sleepily. 

I laughed softly and I felt him smile against my cheek. 

“You’re quite the charmer, King Rikom. May I suggest you get an early night. We have the ceremony tomorrow and…”

My words trailed off as his hands roamed across my backside, squeezing and kneading. 

“You were saying, my queen?” he murmured, his nose making a trail up my neck before he came face to face with me. 

The moonlight shone into our chambers and his eyes glinted with mischief. 

“What was I saying?” I asked, absentmindedly. 

He fisted my dress and began to pull it up slowly. 

“You were just explaining the importance of a good night’s sleep,” he murmured, his lips leaving soft kisses along the line of my jaw. 

“Yes… yes I was…”

His hands were now on my bare backside and I gasped softly as he squeezed it tightly and pulled me against him. 

“You’re so soft, Tasmina,” he marvelled, his thumbs making small circles as he squeezed rhythmically. 

He pulled my leg over his waist, his hard abdomen pressing against me. 

“Rikom… the ceremony,” I murmured, feebly. 

His hand slid lower behind me and I gasped as I felt his finger slide between my legs. 

“What of it?” 

His voice was low, challenging. All coherent responses left me as his lips covered my own. The way he licked into my mouth slowly left me in no doubt of what was on his mind. He began to rub in slow circles, his fingers causing chaos between my legs as his tongue danced softly against my own. 

The kiss grew frantic, more urgent as I pushed down his shalwar. 

“I love how wet you are for me,” he murmured against my lips, as he slid his finger inside me from behind. 

I gasped, my back arching as he began to push in and out of me. 

“f**k… Rikom… goddess, yes… there…” 

I moaned loudly as his thrusts grew more insistent. His c**k pressed against me, hard and throbbing as my hips moved against his finger. 

“I want you,” I murmured. 

Pulling out his finger, he held his c**k, guiding it between my legs. I moaned as he rubbed the crown against my entrance. He pushed the tip in slowly and groaned, before pulling it out and rubbing it against my c**t. His hips churned slowly as he rubbed himself against me. 

“Mmm… you’re a tease, King Rikom,” I moaned, my hips moving against him of their own volition as he continued his torture. 

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured back. 

I couldn’t. He slid his c**k against me again and again, and all I could do in response was push against him, moaning as I succumbed to his delicious torment. 

“f**k… Rikom… I’m… I’m going to come,” I moaned. 

“And what’s wrong with that?” he murmured, trailing his tongue up my neck seductively. 

Goddess, he was an arrogant, sexy bastard. 

“Nothing… nothing is so wrong about it… except I’d hoped to come on your c**k… but if you insist…” 

He growled in response and I suddenly felt his c**k pushing against my entrance once again. He slid into me slowly, this time all the way. I gasped as he filled me, my body trembling as I took him all the way in. He groaned as I clenched around him, his fingers winding into my hair and gripping it tightly as he began to move his hips. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his breath hot in my ear.

I had learned over the course of the weeks that he was quite the talker in the bedroom. I had no complaints. More often than not, he could drive me into a frenzy just by the things he whispered in my ear. He kissed me as he thrust deep into me and I moaned into his mouth, my eyes rolling as he found the spot inside me that we had discovered together. 

“There… holy…shit… Rikom… right there,” I panted.

My body moulded to his as his thrusts became more urgent, his breathing more erratic as his hips pumped into me. 

“I want to feel you… I want to hear the sounds you make when you come for me,” he murmured. 

I moaned loudly and clamped a hand over my mouth quickly as I heard someone walking past his chamber doors.

He rolled over quickly, pinning me under him as he grabbed my wrists, pulling my hand away from my mouth. 

“Let them hear,” he growled. 

He thrust into me hard and I cried out with pleasure. His eyes were molten amber stones as he pinned me down and slammed his c**k in and out of me like a man possessed. There was nothing for it. I screamed his name to the goddess above as my body submitted to him. Sweat trickled down his chest as he worked me into a frenzy, putting everything he had learnt about my body to good use. He bowed his head, taking my n****e into his mouth hungrily, his hands now spreading my legs wide apart as he pounded into me. 

“Rikom… Rikom… YES… oh goddess, don’t stop… please… please, don’t stop.” 

“What do you want, my jün?” he growled, his pace suddenly slowing.

“Rikom, please…” 

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his teeth grazing my n****e and making my body convulse. 

“I want… I want you to make me come,” I moaned. 

His thrusts quickened once again and my back arched until I was half lifted off the bed. 

“GODDESS, RIKOM! Like that… please, like that.” 

“So polite,” he murmured, licking from my sternum up to my neck. 

He drove into me then, harder and faster and until I was certain he would split me in half. My body shook, still unused to this onslaught of pleasure as he pushed me to the brink. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and he’d found a way to walk it. He was an animal, fuckign me roughly, his fingers sure to leave bruises as they dug into my thighs. My legs began to shake and I had no strength left in me to scream as my orgasm hit me like a tumbling boulder. I gasped loudly, almost rising from the bed as I tightened around him. All I heard were his groans and the sounds of flesh against flesh as a shuddering orgasm rippled through my body. 

He grabbed my neck as he sought his own release, pinning me down as he thrust into me desperately. When he came, I dug my nails into his back, wrapping my legs around him tightly as he groaned in my ear. I nearly came again at the sound of him. He collapsed onto me, our chests pressing together as we panted, trying to get our breath back. 

“You… are incredible,” he gasped. 

I could only moan in response as he pulled out of me, dropping with a heavy thud beside me. When I finally found the strength to speak, I looked down at his c**k. 

“That is the most dangerous, magical weapon I have ever come across.”

He laughed, the deep, rich sound filling the room.

“And people have the nerve to say I bewitched you,” I tutted. 

“So you’re only here for my c**k?” he asked, raising his brow. 

I shook my head.

“No, my jün. I came here for the king. I stay for the cock.” 

He laughed again, wrapping his arms tightly around me and pulling me against him.

“I want to spend each and every night inside your warm, wet…”

“Rikom, stop it!” I laughed, smacking his chest. “You are insatiable.”

He kissed my nose tenderly, making my heart stop. 

“And to think you dared to tell me to take other lovers. It would have been akin to eating grass when you have roasted lamb awaiting you.” 

I laughed. 

“So I assume I’m the roasted lamb?” 

He chuckled to himself.

“You, my queen, are the entire banquet.” 

I laughed again, turning on my side to face him once again. 

“You are a storm of a man, King Rikom.” 

He cupped my face in his hand and kissed me deeply, his thumb gently stroking against my jaw. When he pulled away, I was breathless. He smiled that stupid crooked smile and brushed my hair away from my face.

“I am merely thunder, my jün. You are the lightning that I follow behind.”