Pregnant and Mated to Three Kings

Masked Desires

TWO MONTHS AGO

Isabella Hawthorne

His thick and lengthy c0ck penetrated my womanhood as I sat down on him.

Oh Gods, he's so big, I thought as I reared my head, flinging my sweat-soaked hair back.

A tiny moan escaped my lips, and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from screaming. I didn't want anyone from the ball to know that I was out here in the woods drunk fvcking a man I barely knew.

A masked stranger.

He wore a plain black half-mask, decorated with simple silver swirls, stopping just below his eyes. It hid his forehead and upper face, leaving only his mouth free. A neat black bandana tied at the back kept his hair under wraps, adding a layer of mystery to his fancy clothes.

I didn't see half his face, but by the Gods of Elysia, did he make my heart hammer between my lungs. I'm human, and I'm not supposed to feel the mate bond, but if I could, I'm sure that it would feel just like this.

The masked stranger then beckoned me to come with him and disappear into the shadows. One thing led to another, and now here I was riding his d!ck.

"Oh, Gods," I moaned, unable to contain myself as I lowered myself further onto his erect manhood. My walls stretched, and as I slid down, I could feel as though my insides were being rearranged. His d!ck throbbed inside me, hot, hard, and pulsing.

My own wetness dripped from my center, providing the lubrication I very much needed. No way a c0ck this big would fit in me dry.

Even though it was hard to find my balance in our position as my dress was in the way, it still felt fvcking fantastic. He was on his back on the forest floor, pants down, and I was practically squatting over him with his lengthy weapon impaling my vag!na.

"Dance for me, sweet one," he growled.

It was the first time I heard his voice, and the sound of it almost made me cvm.

A rhythmic pulse took hold of my core, pulling my belly in and out as my hips rolled, finding their own sweet spot with each tilt. I moved my arms behind me, placing my hands on his pecs bulging through his suit. Dizziness from the alcohol threatened to overwhelm me, but I fought it down by shutting my eyes as hard as I could.

With a deliberate and enticing motion, I began to raise my hips, creating an undulating rhythm. My body moved in a seductive flow, lifting and lowering, as if orchestrating a tantalizing dance of desire. The movement was a bewitching display, each rise and fall a deliberate invitation, accentuated by the alluring arch of my back.

"Yes, that's it," he moaned.

My Gods. There's his sultry voice again.

"Faster, sweet one. I want you to work for it."

And so work I did.

I bobbed up and down his manhood, my movements almost automatic. I was like a machine on a frenzy.

Relentless.

Unstoppable.

His hands slipped inside my dress and his fingers found my n!pples. He grabbed and pinched, sending waves of undiluted pleasure through my body.

More and more of my juices spilled from my core and with every passing second, sliding up and down his member became easier, the movement more natural. I bounced faster as his hands grabbed my bosom harder. The pain mingled with the pleasure and I almost erupted in ecstasy. I could not pinpoint where the sensations were coming from.

It was from my core.

No.

It was from my peaks.

It was under my skin.

It was every-fvcking-where.

Unintelligible sounds came out of my mouth, and that seemed to arouse the man below me. I felt his length twitch and throb inside me, and I responded by clenching my walls.

"Gods," he growled, followed by a rumbling from his chest.

The pressure on my bo0bs vanished as his hands climbed to the nape of my neck. His fingers dug into my scalp, grabbing the roots of my hair. I had to lean further backwards to revel in the sensation they brought. He tugged, making me puff a breath out.

I continued riding him, reveling in the sensation of his c0ck pushing and poking at my insides, hitting all the right spots. Another moan came out of me.

"Let us do this my way, sweet one," he said, letting go of my hair.

I was an obedient woman, so naturally, I had to stop grinding. And by the Gods, the second that I stopped moving felt unbearable. I did not want to stop. I wanted nothing more than to keep on sliding up and down his shaft. My pvssy clenched with need, but I knew his words were a promise.

Gingerly, I alighted from on top of him, and he rose from the forest floor with fluid grace, as if he has done that several times.

"On your knees and elbows, sweet one," he barked.

Without complaining, I fell on my knees and lowered myself to the ground. The grass was tickling the skin on my face, but it was a small price to pay for the fvcking that would ensue.

I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him lift and push the edges of my dress up to my waist. The masked man took a moment to enjoy the view of my butt and my womanhood all in their glory, both ready for him.

Put it in already, I wanted to say but kept my mouth shut. I did not want to ruin the moment. Instead, I dipped my chin lower to the ground, not minding the earth and the weeds, and arched my back as I tucked my hair to my right.

He took the cue, and without warning, he slid his hardened p3nis into my needy vag!na. The head was so big, it made my eyes roll to the back of my skull as he entered. A flurry of sensations flooded my core, spreading to the rest of my body like a fire burning a dried forest.

The stranger grabbed me by the waist, his thick, calloused fingers digging into my the fat of my flesh. With a swaying motion, he started moving. It was like the waves on the shore, starting out gently, in a slow rhythm, then picking up speed.

The swaying turned into thrusting, and ultimately into pummeling. Weird slapping noises became the background to our love making session as our sweaty skins met each other with each pounding. The pleasure building up within me intensified, and I fully lowered my upper torso to the ground so I could arch my back even more. He kept pounding and pounding, impaling my canal with his thick sword burying hilt-deep.

Everything felt too much, but somehow it also wasn't enough. As he pummeled into me, I pushed back, answering his movements with my own.

"Oh, my fvcking Gods! Oh, my fvcking Gods!" I repeated as it was worth saying it twice.

His right hand moved away from my waist and traveled to my nape. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to throw my head back. My mouth opened on its own accord, and for a moment, I was afraid I was slobbering like a dog. Fingers crawled to my face and the next thing I knew, I was sucking his thumb. His index finger. His middle finger.

"I am almost there," he declared without ceasing his relentless thrusting.

"Give it to me," I managed to squeak in between sucking his fingers.

He was growling at this point, and I could hear his labored breathing even over the din of the music beyond the woods. "I want you to beg for it, sweet one."

Oh my Seven Heavens. "P-please," I stammered. "Please give it to me. All of it."

The stranger responded by rough fvcking me even more. It almost felt like he wanted to fvck me until my brain turns into mush. The tiny rocks on the forest floor were digging into my skin. The grass was poking my eye. And my lips almost tasted the earth. But all of that paled in comparison as I teetered on the edge of the cl!max of my life.

"I'm cvmming!" he almost yelled. A loud moan erupted from him as he came inside me, filling my core with his warm seed. His c0ck throbbed and twitched, and my hypersensitive walls felt it all.

Everything exploded.

Waves and waves of euphoria crashed into me as I gushed into an indescribable 0rgasm. My pvssy clenched, my skin tingled, my body trembled. I felt weak on the knees as breath seemed to escape me. My blood sang in my veins and I collapsed on the ground.

The masked stranger then lay on top of me, his heaviness a welcome weight. We lay there on the grass for a couple of moments, and then he rolled off of me. The feeling of his c0ck's egress from my throbbing hole almost felt like a breath of fresh air. After all that pleasurable torment, my pvssy could now take a well-deserved rest.

My heartbeat finally returned to normalcy, and as I swallowed air back into my lungs, I looked at him. "Let me see your face."

The stranger smiled and cupped my cheek with his hand. His thumb grazed my lips and he gave me a light kiss.

"Who are you?" I asked as he drew away.

But he did not say anything. Instead, he rose from where he lay, pulled his pants up, and walked away.

I wanted to follow him, to scream after him, to tell him that he should not leave me here, but I couldn't. Exhaustion and inebriation finally took their toll on me and my eyes closed against my will.