The Crown's Obsession

Music Recommendation: Demons by Jacob Lee

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Madeline cried out in pleasure when Calhoun's lips came in contact with her core which only turned wetter with his touch. It was the last thing she had expected him to do. An innocent offer of offering her blood to him had turned to something warm and pleasurable which Madeline would have never expected. Or maybe somewhere she was hoping for it, thought Madeline to herself.

Her hands that had previously itched to touch his soft black hair immediately went to weave her fingers through them—not using too much pressure, but enough to grip it as she turned flustered to have him there.

Calhoun's movements on her were sultry, slow and gentle as his tongue moved in to have her toes curl. He had moved her legs to be placed on his shoulders so that he could have better access to her. He pleased her by sucking, kissing and using his tongue often to lick and swirl it around. Every time he sucked her, he heard Madeline cry out.

"Calhoun!" came her whispered voice, her hands slowly gripping on his black hair. Her sweet, tantalizing voice only encouraged him, and he continued to kiss her lips.

Madeline couldn't explain the feeling that she felt right now, something that she didn't know could exist and turn her body bothered, which was building in her chest. Her body started to shake when Calhoun continued his ministrations, running his tongue over her wet clit up and down before pushing it in to only turn her mind to a mess where she could hardly think about anything. The worries that had been weighing on her mind were still there, but for now, it had faded itself and had gone to the back of her mind.

"W-wait, stop!" she said slightly alarmed when she felt something forming in between her legs, ready to come.

But Calhoun didn't stop or pay heed to her words. He could hear her heart beating against her chest loudly while her body started to shake. Madeline's grip on his hair subtly tightened, but Calhoun didn't mind it as he didn't stop until she was pushed to the edge while the room continued to fill itself with her moans.

When Madeline came, her body shook, and she felt as if her whole body shattered, turning to nothing but dust in Calhoun's arms.

But Calhoun wasn't done with Madeline. While she was still trying to come down from the high that she felt, his head lowered back down to brush his lips against her sex to hear her heart hitch. Madeline gasped when his mouth was back on her, and she was glad that Calhoun had passed her the pillow else she was sure to twist her neck because of what he was doing to her.

Her cheeks turned hot, and she threw her head back against the pillow to see the dark ceiling, which was made of wood. She could feel Calhoun's tongue swipe from down to move up, and it was enough to have her close her eyes. His tongue pushed in, and Madeline didn't know if it was possible to turn wetter than how she felt right now. She was abashed with the position she was in with Calhoun, but that feeling dissipated like vapour in the air as he went down on her, sucking her again and she arched her back.

She could feel Calhoun's large hands that were placed on either side of her waist to grip her to keep her still.

"AH!" she gasped when Calhoun bit into her skin above her core. His tongue was quick to soothe the bite. Now and then, Madeline felt her soul was leaving her body.

"I love it when you call my name, Maddie," his whispers only aroused her in need as his breath fell on her core.

Her head started to swirl similar to the way Calhoun's tongue moved against her between her legs. Her lips parted, letting sighs escape. It was like Calhoun was pushing her up, and her body felt like it was floating in the air where she had no control. A series of sighs escaped her lips, and she felt something building in her abdomen that scared her, but Calhoun only coaxed her to let go of it every time.

Calhoun pulled away from her, running his finger over the seam of her folds that were between her legs to feel how wet she had turned. It pleased him to see her panting for air, her eyes half opened and her chest heaved for air.

He watched how her eyes filled itself with desire, pleasure written all over her face when he pushed his finger into her opening, and her lips parted further in a silent plea.

Madeline had somewhere let go of Calhoun's hair when he raised his head to look at her, and when he pushed his finger, her hands moved to hold the couch so that there was something to grip on it.

It felt like Calhoun's face reflected her current expression, maybe much more intense than what she felt. The smile on his lips had disappeared, and his eyes had not left her. Even when he was sucking and licking her down there, he was watching her.

"How are you doing, my rose?" asked Calhoun, his voice husky with need.

Madeline was barely in the position to speak, less think right now. When she didn't make an attempt to speak, Calhoun's finger only pushed in further, and her eyes flew up. He was back to teasing her, she thought to herself. But the thought slipped away when his movements turned faster, and her body was barely able to keep up with it.

But just before she felt the ball of pleasure ready to be released, Calhoun's finger stopped, and he pulled away from her.

"W-what are you doing?" came Madeline's small voice. The little red riding hood looked confused at the wolf who looked satisfied. Seeing him wait for her to answer, she said, "What kind of question is that!"

She felt her heart shake in her ribcage when Calhoun leisurely moved his finger to trace the folds without making any attempt to give her the release which he left her hanging.

"Tell me you want it," came his deep voice that hit her body with feels and Calhoun noticed how affected Madeline was.

Madeline realized that even though Calhoun loved her to death, he was still cunning and he would do anything to make her utter the words he wanted to hear from her. But she was embarrassed to say anything. She had been moaning and panting, and she didn't know what else was there to be embarrassed about, especially with her undergarment that had hit the ground and Calhoun's lips tasted her there.

Taking the space that was next to her, Calhoun leaned forward so that he could lie next to her while holding one leg of hers down with his and his hand continuing to please her. She gasped when his finger entered her again, this time torturously slow to have her eyes roll back.

His face moved towards her face and his lips hovered above hers,

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart and I will give you more than that."