“I think I can do better than just… strip,” I say teasingly, my hips swaying before I move my feet. “I’ve been practicing some dance steps for our wedding.”
“Then show me what you’ve learned,” he chuckles, rubbing himself through his loincloth once my dress slips down my shoulders.
I still don’t know how to be alluring, but I do my best. I practice the dance steps, clumsily missing a few beats as I remove my clothes. King Lix’tuk doesn’t seem to notice the missed steps. He watches me closely, the tent in his loincloth rising higher with every piece of clothing I toss into the pile.
Once I’m naked, I walk close to him and put my hands on his thighs. I lean down and press my lips to the bulge in his loincloth before lowering myself across his sturdy thighs. He puts a hand on my back to steady me, then pulls me close to his erection. He definitely wants to feel my squirms.
“I’m not really angry with you for what you did,” he reassures me quietly, the hard slaps that land on my ass suggesting otherwise. “Once we’re wed, decisions like that need to be discussed.”
“Ow, ow, I know,” I whimper, moving my hips against him. “I never said it was a good plan. I just didn’t want you to leave me behind. I had no idea you were going topropose.”
“Wouldn’t have been a good surprise if I told you,” he rumbles, his heavy hand continuing to land on my backside. “I was worried your sisters would spoil it.”
“Aaahhh, ouch! Beverly and Abigail knew!?” I squeal, the stinging slaps starting to hurt.
“Yes, I believe in the old ways, which includes asking my bride’s father for his blessing,” he sounds so calm, explaining all this while spanking my ass to a fiery glow. Finally, he stops to rub my blistered cheeks. “He’s a good man. He loves you a lot.”
I feel a rush of emotions. My parents were delighted when I told them. My sisters were over the moon. None of them told me King Lix’tuk visited them personally before he proposed. But the fact he did means a lot. He definitely didn’t have to. That custom has fallen out of favor amongst humans. Most grooms are more interested in a dowry than a blessing.
“Thank you… for asking,” I groan.
“You’re still a bad girl,” he barks, resuming the spanking.
I kick my feet and squirm against his erection. I can feel the moisture between my thighs and the heat in my core. I’m glad I don’t have to settle for his tongue anymore, as amazing as it is.
“I’m sorry! I won’t do anything like that again!” I cry out, squirming frantically.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he chuckles, slapping the crease where my ass and thighs meet a few times before finally stopping. “But since you did it, and I haven’t put a baby in your belly yet, tonight… tonight I’m going to make damn sure I breed you.”
“How can you be so sure?” I whimper.
“Because when you’re pregnant with my child, we’ll both know,” he growls, helping me from his lap. “Now get down on your knees.”
“You’re going to… in my mouth?” I ask curiously as I lower myself to my knees. “I don’t think that will help me get pregnant.”
“No, the only thing you’re going to get is a few drops,” he says, his heavy hand closing on the back of my neck as he removes his loincloth. “I’m just going to make you work for them.”
King Lix’tuk pulls me toward his thick, ridged cock, and I open my mouth instinctively. He wants me extremely wet and needy tonight. More than I am from the spanking, since I know what a taste of his pre-cum will do to me.
I take him into my mouth, gently sucking on his length until I’m able to swallow him. I move my lips along his shaft, the long bony ridge along the underside throbbing against my tongue. The rest of them pulse in my throat.
After I taste a few drops of his pre-cum, I can feel my body reacting. My core gets hotter and slicker. My clit starts to ache. The tingle between my legs is almost maddening due to the intensity. The longer I go without a taste of him, the more of a reaction I seem to have, and it’s been far too long.
“Alright, little human girl. That’s enough,” he growls, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “Are you ready to be bred?”
“I’m ready for something,” I tease, rubbing my thighs together.
“I’ve got exactly what you need,” he rumbles.
King Lix’tuk reaches down and pulls me to my feet. I don’t get a chance to steady myself on them before he shifts me to the bed. I fall forward and catch myself on my hands and knees. He’s behind me immediately, big hands wrapping around my waist and adjusting my hips until his ridged head is against my folds.
“During ancient times, there was a ritual called Twelve Knots. One to honor each of the gods,” he tells me matter-of-factly, but I can hear the arousal in his voice. “If the stories are true, no woman has ever taken twelve knots without getting pregnant.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in old prophecies and stories,” I pant, gasping when he pushes into me.
“If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work,” he rumbles. “But I don’t think you’re going to complain about being knotted twelve times.”
“I mean… twelve in a row might be a challenge,” I moan, my walls stretching around his massive cock.