Their Princess

Bonus chapter 3

"Hurry. I want to see it." His chest vibrates with the muted laughter at my fervor.

The last three days have been torture for both of us, but patience is the key to harbor the sweetest fruits season has to offer.

Mine is ready today, and it's time that I get the taste of it.

Rey takes his sweet time unbuttoning his pants before pushing them to his knees, showcasing the white material covering his jewels.

He doesn't have to lay it bare for me to know that it has grown thicker. I'm used to the size of him and his brothers. It's ingrained in the back of my memory and the insides of mine.

The rounded bulb of his head is wrapped in annoyingly too many layers, but that doesn't stop the moisture from seeping through.

Habitually, my head dip lowers to curve my tongue around the leaking head. Rey grunts before getting up from the bed to stand across from me.

I glare at the interruption.

"Easy there, Princess. It's all yours. Let me get rid of the wrapping first."

"Okay." I breathe out. I don't know if he is doing it on purpose or if I'm feeling the time lengthening. Whatever it is, it's not fair watching him remove the extra material carefully and stupidly slowly.

I'm squirming between my folded legs, looking for any kind of friction. Staring at the growing patch of hair dipping low toward his length. He had to shave them before getting tattooed.

Why? I have no idea. He wasn't getting inked there, so until the tattoo artist was an absolute perv, it doesn't make any sense in my mind.

I scratch the fine hair with my fingers until the layers come off of him.

The slow tease is over.

And there lay my name as Rey promised me. The ancient script runs up and down, right and left all over his shaft in a pattern that I don't understand.

Colors, however, are in perfect contrast. The already darkened skin of his shaft is now inked with a much darker shade. The appeal of the tattoo on his masculine swell strengthened the lust burning in my core.

"What does it say?" Tracing an inky pattern with my index finger. The protruding nerve on one side makes the inked skin come alive.

Rey didn't take me with him, claiming it will be a painful experience getting pinned with needles with a hard on.

I understand that now.

His girth swells in my hand as I weigh it in my palm. The heavy weight of his male length jumps while the bobbed head leaks from the front.

" It's your name. In a different number of scripts and dialects."

" All of them?" I ask, astonished. There were so many patterns going over him. So many foreign words and symbols that I may never be able to understand. Just know that they're mine.

" Yes. I borrowed books from Eli to engrave your name in different dialects.... To make it look more.....appealing."

I look up at him, in his darkening eyes. The ever-present love with a hint of lust pouring toward me. "You've always been appealing to me, Rey Rey." I tell him truthfully.

He smiles, pecking my lips softly. Dazed with new emotions, my hand squeezes his shaft, making him wince in pain.

"It needs to be oiled. We need to apply something on it like petroleum jelly, which I doubt will be here." I mumble the last part to myself.

"The artist gave me the oil."

"Great. Pass it to me, and I will rub it for you."

As Rey settles himself on the bed, his enlarged form spreads in front of me. Laying between his sculpted thighs, an idea comes to my mind.