The Claiming of Nicomaine: Chapter 3 | Yield

Nicomaine knew in her heart that the stranger will catch her when she ran, but she had to try. She was at a loss with what she was feeling when the man eyed her from head to foot—as if she was his last meal to be devoured. It made her feel all tingly inside and she felt herself getting moist down there. It was quite embarrassing especially when he caught her and dumped her on his lap. She wondered if this is what her stepsisters did when they take "walks" at the park. If it gets this rough, no wonder they always tear their gowns!

She fidgeted on her perch and gasped when she felt something hard underneath her rear. She knew not what she was feeling but somehow, it made her feel good. Nicomaine then felt the man's mouth bite her ear not hearing what he said as she's trying to catch her breath. She grabbed his thighs beneath her trying to find her balance and her sanity. "Should I be doing this?" 

She then thought of the things that await her at the house and she decided that for once in her young adult life, she deserves delight--something pleasurable. Her stepmother can wait. Her stepsisters can wait. Her chores can wait. This stranger definitely, can not.

Nicomaine felt his lips on her neck. She tilted her head giving him more access. She tipped her head back when she felt his hands on her breasts. Is this supposed to be wrong? If it is, then she must be going to hell as she does not plan to stop this man from touching her and giving her this much enjoyment.

"My lord," Nicomaine whispered, "what is it you're doing?"

Richard took a deep breath and removed his hands from her breasts but not without pinching her nipples through her dress. "Please forgive me, my lady. Your beauty made me forget who I am and where we are." He gave her neck one last nip balancing her on his lap and rubbing his erection against her rear. 

The prince brought his horse to a stop beneath a large tree by the stream. He jumped down from his steed and assisted Nicomaine to the ground. He then started to crowd her forcing the girl to step back until she's pressed against the tree. Richard placed his hands above Nicomaine's head, his body caging hers. Bringing his face closer, he rubbed his cheek against hers, breathing in her unique scent. "You're driving me mad, Nicomaine." 

She shivered when she heard him whisper her name. Coming from him, it sounded so different...so feral. Her name rolling from his tongue pebbled her nipples further causing her to arch her upper body towards him, her hands clenched behind her back, rubbing them against the rough bark of the tree.

"So do I, my Lord. I...I...never felt this before." She stammered.

Richard froze and drew back. His eyes widened as he looked at the young woman that managed to ensnare him. "You are a virgin?"

Nicomaine blinked as she looked up at him. Upon seeing his unbelieving gaze, she looked down and nodded slowly.

The Prince inwardly smiled. This day is not turning out bad at all. 

"Do not be shy, little one. I will take care of you."

The girl caught his gaze again earnestly searching his. "Then, may I know your name, kind sir? So I know which to call you?"

"You may call me, Master."

He then swooped down to claim her lips that have been taunting him since he first laid eyes on her. And it was bliss. He licked her lips tasting summer and winter at the same time. They said taste is a vessel for delightfully good memories and this girl's lips are definitely ecstasy. They reminded him of the sugary treat that he first tasted; of the strawberries that drip of sweetness; of woman who knows not the taste of a man. Richard slipped his tongue between her lips, urging them to open for him and when they did, he grasped her head between his large hands and quickly plunged his tongue into her warm and inviting crevice. He teased her teeth and let their tongues duel until finally sucking her tongue into his mouth. His hands clutched her hair pressing her tighter against him.

He inserted his thick thigh between her legs, pressing against her core. He let go of her head tracing her curves with his hands. The prince then held her hips and pressed her body down, moving her back and forth against his thigh. Richard groaned into her mouth when he felt her wetness through their clothing. 

Nicomaine melted against the man as he continued to devour her mouth. She grasped his muscular arms as they rubbed her against his thigh; the sensations threatening to overwhelm her reason and sanity. She pulled back to draw in much needed breath but not after lightly biting his lip.

She sagged against the tree as she looked up at the stranger, still straddling his brawny thigh. She rubbed against him, savoring the man's warmth pressing against her sex. She shivered as his hand moved towards her stomach, moving down searching for her sex amongst the layers of garments. She whimpered when he finally found her pearl among her slippery folds. The prince then pushed her to the ground lifting her skirts up, revealing herself to him. 

"You are so delectable," Richard murmured as his eyes fixated between her bare thighs. "I will teach you what it means to call me Master but for the meantime, let me give you this." He then bent down his mouth immediately seeking her creamy folds, his fingers spreading her so he can easily find her clit. He sucked the little nubbin of flesh while he rubbed her dripping sex, spreading her essence around. This caused her to cry out her hips arching and reaching for more. Richard then gently and slow pushed a finger inside her tight opening. Groaning as he felt her clench around his finger. "You are so tight," he muttered as he sucked her tender morsel once more, fully burying his finger inside her.

Nicomaine cried out in pleasure, her heels digging down the dry grassy earth as her hips rose to meet her master's mouth. She felt an arm on her stomach holding her down as she fought to writhe in delight. She moaned as his finger withdrew mourning the emptiness that she felt and jerked when it suddenly breached her opening once again. 

Richard repeated the pattern of sucking and pushing and pulling, his ears rejoicing in the music created by her throaty screams and keening moans. He gingerly inserted another finger joining the other one buried inside her. "I want you to scream for me as you come," he growled. 

Nicomaine's eyes flew wide open as she heard her master's command. She reached up and grasped the tree trunk above her head trying to find anchor as her body flew into her first orgasm. Her cries of pleasure echoing in the meadow, rising to the skies as her soul flew into oblivion.