Mid Week Tease: Empress of Storms #MidWeekTease #MWTease
Still working on the challenge project (now called Empress of Storms) and the more I write about Matthias and Danäe the more I like this prickly, too smart for their own good couple who are finding out that they have far more in common than they ever thought. Here’s a hot little scene where Matthias learns that well-bred young ladies sometimes like to be on top.
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When widower King Matthias IV of Ypres is called upon to fulfill a treaty with the neighboring country of Hellas and provide a royal consort for young Queen Danäe, the only Ypresian royal available for marriage is himself. Can he overcome his grief for his late wife and risk letting a blue-haired witch queen into his heart? And can Danäe, only half-trained as a water mage, root out a magical threat against Matthias before it kills the man she’s loved since childhood?
At night Danäe could finally put aside the public persona of Queen and revel in her new role as Matthias’s wife. The king had been as good as his promise, and made sure to come to her chambers as soon as they were both ready for bed. Sometimes they would pass the time talking about the day’s events over goblets of crisp white wine provided by Flavia, but more often a laughing Matthias would tumble her onto the wide bed and proceed to drive her mad with his lips and hands, holding off until she was begging for release before he slid deep inside her.
But for all his passion, there were curious gaps in the king’s sensual education. Danäe stumbled across one of these one night when she playfully straddled him, rubbing his erect shaft against her mound and the slick flesh beneath it. He closed his eyes and groaned softly at the sensation.
“Well, you’re certainly eager,” she teased. “I do believe I’m of a mind to ride the royal stallion tonight.”
His eyes popped open. “What? You mean…me? You on top of me?”
His shock was mild but genuine. “Well, yes,” Danäe said, wondering if she’d come up against some odd Ypresian taboo. But they breed horses — it can’t be that unknown among them. “Unless you don’t care for that position.”
“Oh. No, it’s not that. I just didn’t know…”
Danäe paused. “You didn’t know what?”
He let his hands settle on her hips, cupping them. “That well-bred young women knew about things like that.”
She couldn’t help laughing at the absurdly prim tone of his voice. “It’s a very common position, you know. And not just among tavern wenches and women of questionable virtue.”
“Danäe, really.” His mouth twitched. “It’s just…Hanne wasn’t comfortable doing such things.”
“Ah.” She sat back on her haunches, wondering if the late queen hadn’t enjoyed the act of love, or was simply too reserved to ask for variety in her husband’s lovemaking. “I myself happen to enjoy it a great deal. It gives me more leverage and allows me to rub against you in a way that feels wonderful.”
“May I show you?”
The hazel brown of his eyes darkened. “Please do.”
Rising up, she guided the head of his cock between her legs and eased him inside, grateful that his earlier kisses and caresses had left her nicely wet. Her inner muscles stretched from his girth, and the delicious sensation of fullness started a warmth in her belly that would soon build into a raging fire.
Humming happily, she slid down until he was completely inside her. “How does that feel, milord king?”
“Tight,” he said, somewhat breathless. “Warm, slick. Gods, you feel amazing.”
“You as well. Now,” she rose up and sank down on him again, “one of the benefits for you is that you can simply lie there and enjoy me. Feel me tight and hot around you, watch my breasts bounce as I ride you.” She cupped them, stroking and tweaking the aching nipples. Flickers of pleasure arrowed down to the wet flesh between her legs, enhancing the sensation of Matthias’s marvelous cock inside her. “I love feeling you like this, so thick and hard.”
“I can tell.” His breath had shortened, not quite panting but heading there. “Is that why you enjoy this position?”
“Partially, and also because I can also do this.” Her right hand snaked down, one finger landing on her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Flames of pure pleasure licked up through her belly. She threw her head back, grinning at the ceiling. “Oh, Gods, that’s good.”
His hand crept around from her hip, long fingers splayed across her thigh. “Show me how to do that,” he said, hoarse.
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