Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

Seren squirmed under his teasing. "I am but… this is too embarrassing—ahh, Dray!"

The smirking Drayce moved his long fingers through her wet folds, and he did not stop until only her seductive moans could leave her mouth. She closed her eyes as she gave up complete control of her body to her husband, waiting for him to go further as she knew he would not stop with just his fingers.

"The way you are making such lewd sounds, I don't feel it's embarrassing for you, my Queen," he continued to tease, and as he lowered his head, his warm and coarse tongue made its way through her wet folds.

"Mmm—!" Seren immediately covered her mouth with her hands because of what Drayce said.

"Let's see how long you can stop it," Drayce commented before continuing to please his wife.

"Wait, Dray—" she called out the moment she realized what Dray was up to. Not like she wanted to stop him, but her body was humming with great desire, the anticipation of what she experienced in the past was starting to cloud her thoughts, pushing back whatever embarrassment lingering at the back of her mind.

His warm tongue once again licked through her wet folds, making her gasp loudly. His tongue continued to play with her most private part, licking and sucking those wet folds and playing with her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"That's too much…ahh…ahh…your tongue—"

The pleasure was building up inside her like waves, and Seren felt like she was close, so close to reaching the peak when—

"Dray…?"

Her husband stopped. She was a shivering mess, covered in sweat and gasping for air, but the reason came back to her because Drayce pulled back and left her hanging on a cliff.

"Hmm?" she heard his languid voice say as if pretending innocence. She felt him moving his face away from where she needed him the most.

"Why…Why did you…stop…?"

Amidst her frustration, she found his body moving upwards, just enough for him to reach out and for his hand to hold the curve of her back. Before she could understand what was happening, she found herself sitting up, straddling him in a kneeling position, with both her legs on either side of his waist and her bottom on his thighs.

She instinctively held onto his shoulders and wanted to ask what he was doing, "Dray what—"

But she couldn't finish what she was saying. Her lips were sealed with his as his hands made her sit comfortably before circling around her waist. Her delicate body weighed nothing to him, and he found it amusing to make her move the way he wished.

She circled her arms around his neck and continued to deeply kiss him, but then, her body started feeling that heat once more when his hands moved to her bottom. She felt his hardness rubbing against her womanhood.

"Ahh…haa…Dray…" she moaned between that heated kiss.

He stopped kissing and whispered against her lips, "I wish to feel it together with my wife. Shall we?" He moved her body again, causing their intimate parts to grind against each other, the shot of pleasure making her gasp loudly.

Seren could not deny that this felt indescribably good—that his hot, hard and pulsating manhood would feel so good like this—and wondered how it would feel once it entered inside her. With what Drayce was making her feel, her thought knew no bounds.

If Drayce were to consummate their marriage at this very moment and fully claim her body as his, she knew she would not stop him.

"Shall we?" he asked again as he continued to grind her against him, driving whatever rationality left in her away.

"Yes..ahh…yes…" Seren could only gasp as she followed what he was trying to make her do. With his hands guiding her, she started to move in sync with his pace as the two continued to kiss passionately.

"Haa…Does it feel good, my Queen?" Drayce asked in a low and seductive whisper against her swollen lips.

Seren whispered back, "It feels… good…ahh…"

Her body felt really hot, the inside of her core clenching and begging for its release.

Drayce didn't have to guide her now as she was doing it on her own. His hand moved to the back of her head as his fingers entwined with her loose hair and he pulled her into a harsh kiss, their bodies grinding against each other, both seeking to reach the peak of pleasure.

"Dray…" Her entire body was tensing up as she tried to tell him she could feel something coming, not knowing how to word it. "I think…I'm…I'm…"

Drayce understood what she meant as he moved faster than before while holding her in place, and he too felt that his release was coming.

"Seren, I…"

After sharing one more kiss, the couple found their release together. The warm fluid spread over both their bodies but no one cared. All they knew was that they felt like they'd reached heaven together.

Her body had gone limp and he hugged her, letting her body rest against his body as they both tried to catch their breaths.

Drayce wrapped his arms around her tightly with his eyes closed as he tried to even out his breathing. Once he was no longer panting, he asked, "Are you fine, my Queen?"

She didn't respond immediately as if she had been thoroughly exhausted. "Hmm," was all she could say, clinging onto him like a baby.

"Are you tired?" he asked, caressing her bare back.

"A little," she replied in a small voice while burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Drayce suddenly realized that her body should be currently weaker than normal. It had not been long since her abduction, and she was still recovering from being harmed by black magic. It was not a good idea to exhaust her but…he forgot…

He gently placed her properly on the bed. He then got her veil and put it on her face before lighting the lamps inside the chamber.

"You can rest. I will clean you."

The exhausted woman simply glanced at his naked form and closed her eyes as if she could not wait to sleep. Drayce cleaned both of them before getting into bed with her. He realized his clothes were torn so he didn't bother wearing anything and got into bed and simply covered their bodies with the blanket. He then pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes, a small smile lingering on his handsome face.

Nothing could make him feel more at ease than having her in his arms.