Becoming the Devil ch.02
When I woke my first thought was that this had all been a dream. However, when I saw her naked back next to me I breathed a sigh of relief.
Yesterday, we came back to my apartment. She sat and on the couch and took my arm to pull me down toward her. We kissed and while I felt her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced. My hand slid inside her pants and began to caress her clit through her panties. She moaned in my mouth and a raging erection was born in my pants.
I pulled her pants and panties down and sought out her pussy with my fingers. I touched her lips and parted them so that I could slip two of my fingers in. I gently moved inside her and picked up the speed gradually. She undulated her hips in rhythm with my hand.
Confidence and alcohol had made me a good lover. The juices on my hand were an undeniable proof.
We went toward my bed. We touched and explored each other. I grabbed her tits and toucher her hard nipples while she caressed my belly as if I had abs and my man boobs as if they were pecs.
I grabbed my cock, sliding into her crack. She moaned as I enjoyed the tightness of her wet dripping pussy. I buried myself fully inside her while kissing at her neck.
“Hmm, you’re so big ” She sighed
I began building a rhythm. I started with slow and long movements and gradually changed toward faster thrust coupled with shorter strokes. My hands roamed toward her perfect breasts and awkwardly pinched her nipples. However, that did not seem to matter as she started pushing back against me.
The pleasure I felt was overwhelming and I couldn’t control my rhythm anymore. The controlled thrusts became a proper pounding.
“Oh, Ohh, yes yeees fuck me hard !” She gasped
Her gasps and moans were music to my ears as I had never made a woman feel that way. I felt my balls tightening
“I’m going to cum“I moaned in her hear
“Yes, yes!” she sighed. “Oh, that's it! I’m going to cum too! Oh, fuck!” Her whole body tensed and I groaned while cumming inside of her.
I grinned thinking about the previous night. I now had infinite possibilities.Even though yesterday might have been a huge confidence boost, i wanted more. I wanted to add more context and i already had some ideas.
I stood up walked toward the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Then I sat down and began elaborating the changes I would make.
It will take place in the middle ages. I am a king. The girl in my bed is my servant and we are in my castle. There is a war raging between two neighboring countries and one of them is about to lose. The 35 years old queen and her 20 years old daughter have requested an audience with me at noon. They will be asking for me to stop being neutral in this war and save them from their impending doom.
I previously asked my alchemist to prepare an ointment that I could apply to my penis. The purpose of said ointment would be to increase a girl pleasure while in the act.
The alchemist complied and I tried the fruit of his research with the servant yesterday.
The king is a 50 years old man with a scar on his left cheek. He is grey-haired, has an 8 inches cock wider than the average. He is not obese but he has a newly formed belly from stopping the daily exercise that war and hunting had provided in his youth. He also is very proficient in all matter related to sex.
The queen has red hair tied in a bun arranged into a knot on top of the head with a few hairs falling on the side. She has a mother type body. Huge breasts and wide hips and while not being slim, not fat either.
The princess has the same hair color but she lets them flow freely. She has a more petite stature than her mother. She has smaller breast and hips but her ass is bubbly.
Both the queen and the princess are married. Both of their husbands are not well endowed and pretty bad lovers. However, what sets them apart is that the princess loves her husband while the queen was forced into this marriage when she was 15 years old.
I felt satisfied with this amount of story and applied my newly made story.
The walls of the bathroom began rotating quickly and when I felt like throwing up it brutally stopped.
The place I was in had completely changed.
I walked back into the bedroom were my previously sleeping servant was waking up. She quickly stood up, still naked and bowed.
“ Your Majesty, may I dress you ? “ she asked
I was taken aback for a few seconds but quickly gathered myself
“Yes, you may“
When she took off my pajamas I discovered my own junk and grinned. After i got dressed me she brought a huge mirror.
I wore a long dark purple under tunics made of silk and embroidered with gold thread and a black and white-furred undercoat. I was exactly as I had described. An old version of myself with grey hair, a two-day beard, and a scar.
I walked out of my bedroom and found myself in a huge corridor in which many soldiers were standing still.
I strolled unhurriedly through the castle. It was built in a U shape similar to the palace of Versailles in France. However, the bricks style and the architecture were indistinguishable to Leeds’ castle.
After getting lost in the castle as well as in my thoughts, I finally stumbled upon the throne room where two beautiful ladies were standing, facing the oversized, bejeweled chair i was going to sit on.
