Princess Arya was forced to marry the winner of the tournament her father had held to stop the war. King Kohl was the strongest among all alphas and she despised the fact that the barbarian had won her hand and future title. She hated him and and hi...
Arya had never seen Kohl with a wider smile than the one he had plastered on his face right now.
"Did you miss me?" she asked the alpha.
"Arya--" Kohl, who laid on the floor, wanted to get up to welcome his omega, but Arya was faster and she jumped fully onto her mate. Sitting on top of him, her knees clutched on both sides of his hips.
Arya grabbed Kohl's wrists and slammed them against the floor, above his head, before she leaned in. "Have you?" she whispered.
Kohl glanced up at Arya and he saw that his wife's eyes were dark, twinkling, and glossy while looking back at him. And it was right then and there, that he knew that Arya had missed him just as much as he had missed her, and by smelling her scent, she also wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He nodded and grabbed Arya by her nape, pulling her hard against his lips.
They kissed, with lips that were molded for each other, perfectly moving in the same rhythm. Slow at first but more hungry and more feverishly with every second that passed. Tongues curled around each other as they tasted each other.
Arousing scents mingled in the tent, but neither of them gave a damn that there might be someone out there smelling them. Their need for each other was what was most important.
Kohl grabbed Arya tight and rolled her around so that it was she who laid underneath him before he dove into her neck while eager hands tried to rip off her dress. That damn piece of clothing just didn't cooperate!
"Ahhh..." Arya moaned and chuckled. "Haha...Kohl, wait, wait," she panted and she took off the dress herself--much more patiently than her mate had tried to do.
Kohl sat up straight, both his knees embracing Arya's hips and he took off his shirt, making a big bulge underneath his brown leather pants visible for her eyes to see.
Both half naked now, Arya sat up straight and pressed her body against her mate's, holding him in a tight embrace. Kohl felt so warm, and she felt so safe. "I missed you too."
Kohl went crazy when Arya released him and those big dark eyes looked at him again. He pushed Arya to her back and yanked off her undergarments before he pulled off his pants.
"Ahh," she moaned and rolled her eyes back into her skull when Kohl started to kiss her neck. Sucking at it as his hands kneaded her breasts. He drew his tongue lower and sucked on her nipples, filling his mouth with the small buds.
A whiff of aroused alpha crawled up Arya's nose and it smelled so arousing that her slippery arousal soiled the bed of large green leaves they laid upon.
His scent drove her insane. She wanted him so badly inside of her, something she had missed a lot these days.
Kohl felt the same and he smeared his fingers between Arya's legs, pushing one inside before he started to massage her clit with his slicked-up fingers.
He folded her open and rubbed over the exposed hardening pearl until his tongue joined, rhythmically drawing circles. The louder she moaned, the faster he caressed her.
"Ahh...K-Kohl," she moaned like a desperate harlot at the touch of the alpha's lips wrapped around her clit and sucking at it while his fingers hit a spot inside of her that intensified everything. "Oh, G-god."
Kohl was glad it was still light outside. With the light that passed through the tent, he could see Arya's beautiful face while enjoying it. He pushed his long fingers in and out for a while until he bent Arya's legs in the air. "Have you missed this too?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I want you inside so badly," Arya panted with a smile as fingers weren't enough anymore to still her urges.
She just wanted to feel all that Kohl had to offer as soon as possible. Just getting fucked was what she wanted---fucked until Kohl made her see stars.
He widened her legs and crawled between them, coating his dick with her juices.
"Ahh...! Y-yes...!" Arya moaned, gasping for air when he slit inside. Her nails dug into Kohl's back when the alpha pulled out and rammed his thick cock back inside her again, his pelvis rubbing over her aching clit.
After a moment, Kohl pulled out and laid next to his mate, spooning from behind. He pulled Arya's leg up in the air, holding it tight for leverage as he shoved inside her hot pussy again, and began to fuck her from behind.
Hard and fast, deep and claiming.
Arya wrapped one arm around Kohl's neck before she twisted her head to kiss her man. Both panted in each other's face and mouth while they moved as one.
"It feels so good to be inside you..." Kohl heavily breathed, almost not able to hold it in.
"I'm...c-coming..." Arya breathed. "Ahh, Kohl!" she moaned as her muscles contracted around the rock-hard erection and Kohl's fingers rubbed her clit through her high.
To Kohl, there was nothing more erotic than Arya shouting out his name at the moment of coming. Not seconds later, his own toes curled as his cock swelled and he threw his face into her hair as he came too, pouring all of him inside her soaking depths.
When they were done, the sky had turned dark.
"Where is your father?" Kohl asked as they laid entangled together, waiting till Kohl's knot had shrunk down.
"I have no idea, I just left him there when I heard where to find you," Arya laughed wickedly. "I'm sure the men took good care of the King."
"My knot is gone," Kohl said and he pulled his cock out. He wanted to stand up but Arya pulled him down again, grabbing Kohl in an embrace where the alpha laid with his ear on her heart. They often laid in this position but normally it was Arya that laid on his chest.
"W-what are you doing?" the alpha asked.
"I just thought it would be nice to lay like this for a moment," Arya answered while she caressed Kohl's hairs and nuzzled into them, sniffing deeply. "I'm lazy."
"I don't--"
"No, stay like this," she whispered all but commanding when Kohl tried to free himself from her embrace.
Kohl closed his eyes and tried to relax and give in to the intimate moment. Somehow, he felt vulnerable like this. He heard Arya's heartbeat under his ear and felt how she ran her hands over his body. One caressed his head and one caressed his spine. Softly and gently. Lovingly.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes. Have you seen the horse? The men worked really hard. It's dark outside, so I can't show it now."
"Because when it was still light, we had other things to do..." Arya said with a satisfied sigh.
Kohl kissed her soft breasts. "Yes. But tomorrow, before we go, I'll show you and explain everything."
"I would like that," she said, smiling. "I wouldn't want to go outside right now anyway. I'm sure some of the men have heard me. And they aren't as shameless Gearians. They're from Oprela and Oprelans are prudes."
"You weren't so prudish tonight," Kohl said and he suddenly felt something pouring down over his cheek. Was that a tear? He hoped Arya wouldn't feel it against her chest, and he quickly wiped it off.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
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