Chapter 3: Rising Action
Luna felt the cool edge of the wooden desk against her stomach as Micah positioned her over it, her hands gripping the far edge, her fingers digging into the polished surface. The scent of the old books and the faint, lingering aroma of the beeswax candles filled her nostrils, adding to the intensity of the moment. The flickering light from the fireplace cast long, dancing shadows across the room, their shapes twisting and merging with the ornate carvings on the desk.
Micah's hands were firm on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her back towards him.
She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass. She wiggled her hips, teasing him, making him groan.
"Fuck, Luna," he muttered, his voice ragged. "You're killing me."
She smirked, looking over her shoulder at him. "I thought you were supposed to be the strong, stoic guard. Can't handle a little tease?"
He growled, his hands sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back.
He took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips and teeth trailing along her soft skin, making her shiver.
"Micah," she moaned, her fingers clawing at the desk, her knuckles turning white. "Please, I need you inside me."
He chuckled, his hands leaving her breasts, trailing down her stomach, over her hips, until they reached her thighs. He gripped them, spreading her legs wider, opening her up to him.
"Patience, princess," he murmured, his fingers trailing through her slit, gathering her juices.
She could feel his touch, light and tantalizing, as he circled her clit, making her squirm and moan. She pushed back against him, seeking more friction, more pressure.
Micah chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "Eager, aren't you, Luna?" He withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching. She whimpered, her nails digging into the desk. "Micah, please..."
He silenced her with a sharp smack on her ass, making her yelp. "I'm in charge here, princess.
"Fuck my ass," Luna moaned. "Make me beg for you." Luna's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it echoed through the dimly lit library, a challenge in her words. Micah's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Oh, princess, you'll beg alright. But not yet," he murmured, his voice a low growl. He straightened up, his hands trailing down her back, over the curve of her ass, until they reached her thighs.
He gripped them tighter, pulling her back against him, making her gasp.
She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, hot and throbbing. She pushed back against him, trying to take him in, but he held her firmly in place.
"Not yet, Luna," he growled, his voice tight with restraint. "I want to savor this. I've waited too long to rush it."
She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the desk, her knuckles white with the effort of holding back. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy aching with need.
She was so fucking wet, she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. She needed him inside her, filling her, stretching her. She needed release.
"Micah, please," she begged, her voice a low moan. "I can't take it anymore. I need you to fuck me."
He growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You want my cock, princess? You want me to fill you up?"
"Yes," she hissed, pushing back against him. "I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel you in my ass, stretching me, claiming me. I want you to make me scream, Micah."
Micah's eyes flashed with lust, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck, Luna, you're going to be the death of me." He lined up his cock with her entrance, the head pressed against her ass cheeks. She could feel the heat of him, the thickness of him, and she pushed back, trying to take him in.
"Not yet, princess," he growled, holding her in place.
Luna whimpered, her ass pressing against his cock, teasing him. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to slam into her right then and there. But he wanted to draw this out, to make her beg for it.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating his fingers.
"Micah, please," she moaned, her voice ragged.
I need you inside me. Fuck me, please."
Her words were like a match to tinder, igniting a fire within him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He needed to claim her, to make her his.
"Hold on, princess," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He grabbed her hips, lining up his cock with her ass. He could feel her heat, her tightness, and he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her.
She gasped, her fingers clawing at the desk, her knuckles white.
"Fuck, Micah. You're so big."
He chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "You can take it, princess. You were made for me."
He pushed in further, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him, his thickness, his length, and the sensation was overwhelming. She was full, so fucking full, and it felt incredible.
"Micah," she moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "Move, please. I need you to move."
He growled, his fingers digging into her hips.
"You want me to move, princess? You want me to fuck this tight little ass of yours?"
She moaned, pushing back against him. "Yes, Micah. Fuck me. Please."
He pulled back, just an inch, before slamming into her, making her cry out. "Like that, princess?"
She nodded, her fingers clawing at the desk, her knuckles white. "More, Micah. Harder." "You want it harder, Luna?
You want me to fuck you like the dirty little princess you are?"
"Fuck yes, Micah," she moaned, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. "I want to feel you in my fucking throat."
He growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled back and slammed into her again, harder this time. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the desk, her knuckles white. he grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her ass over and over again.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the library, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Luna could feel the heat building inside her, her pussy throbbing with need. She needed to come, needed the release that only Micah could give her. "Fuck, Luna, you feel so fucking good," Micah growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're taking my cock like a fucking champ, princess." She moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper. "Harder, Micah.
Fuck me harder," Luna moaned, her voice ragged. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing, her pussy throbbing. She needed more, needed him to push her over the edge.
Micah growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You want it harder, princess? You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?"
"Fuck yes," she hissed, pushing back against him. "I want you to ruin me, Micah. Make me yours."
He groaned, his hips slamming into her, his cock pounding into her ass.
She could feel every inch of him, his thickness, his length, filling her completely. She was stretched, stuffed, and it felt fucking incredible.
"Fuck, Luna," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're so fucking tight. Your ass is gripping my cock like a fucking vise."
She moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Harder, Micah. Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the scent of sex and sweat, and their combined moans filled the library. Luna felt the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing, her pussy throbbing with need.
"Fuck, Luna, you're so close," Micah groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "I can feel your ass tightening around my cock. Come for me, princess. Let me feel you come apart."
His words pushed her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
Micah could feel her ass tightening around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, slamming into her one last time before he came, his hot seed filling her.
"Fuck, Luna," he growled, his body shaking. "You feel so fucking good. I can't get enough of you."
She moaned, her body going limp, her head resting on the desk. Micah pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices.
Luna whimpered at the loss, her ass feeling empty without him. He chuckled, running a hand possessively over her ass, squeezing gently.
"Don't worry, princess," he murmured, his voice still ragged from their intense session. "I'm not done with you yet."
She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "What do you have in mind, Micah?"
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Turn around, Luna.
I want to see your face when I make you come again," Micah commanded, his voice low and dominant. She did as she was told, spinning around on the desk and leaning back on her elbows, her legs dangling over the edge. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
Micah's gaze was locked onto her, his eyes burning with desire. He stepped closer, his hands trailing up her inner thighs, making her shiver. His fingers hooked under the lace of her panties, pulling them down and discarding them to the floor.
"Spread your legs, Luna," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. She complied, her legs falling open, exposing herself to him. He could see her pussy, glistening and ready, and he groaned, his cock twitching in response.
He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her legs wider. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out, tasting her, making her shiver.
"Fuck, Micah," she moaned, her fingers clawing at the desk, her knuckles white. "That feels so good."
He growled, his tongue delving deeper, licking her, tasting her, fucking her with his mouth. He could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating his tongue, and he lapped it up, greedy for more.
She tasted fucking incredible, like honey and sin, and he couldn't get enough.
"Micah, please," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "I need more. I need you inside me."
He growled, his fingers digging into her thighs, holding her in place. "Not yet, princess," he murmured, his voice muffled against her pussy. "I want to make you cum like this first."
He focused his attention on her clit, circling it with his tongue, flicking it, sucking it into his mouth.
She writhed beneath him, her moans filling the library, her fingers clawing at the desk.
"Fuck, Micah," she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. "I'm so close. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He growled, his tongue working faster, pressing harder. He could feel her body tensing, her legs shaking. She was close, so fucking close.
"I'm going to cum, Micah," she hissed, her voice ragged.
"I'm going to cum all over your fucking face."
He growled, his tongue working faster, pushing her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy flooding his mouth with her juices. He lapped it up, greedy for more, not letting up until she was writhing and begging him to stop.
"Micah, please," she whimpered, her body going limp. "I can't take anymore." Before Micah can reply, they hear a noise from outside, and Luna gasps.
"Did you hear that?" she whispers, her eyes wide. Micah freezes, his ears straining to listen. The sound comes again, a soft footstep, followed by the faint jingle of keys. Luna's eyes widen in panic. "That's my father's keychain," she hisses. "He's coming this way." Micah's eyes flash with determination. "We can't let him find us like this," he growls, quickly pulling Luna up and hiding behind a bookshelf with her, the both of them naked.
Thankfully, the king walks past the library and into his own private quarters. Luna and Micah breathe a sigh of relief.
They wait a few moments, listening intently, ensuring the king has indeed passed by. Once they're confident they're alone, they turn to each other, their eyes filled with renewed desire.
"Fuck, that was close," Luna whispers, her heart still racing.
Micah smirks, his gaze dropping to her naked body. "Too close for comfort, princess."
She bites her lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We should probably finish what we started, don't you think?"
He growls, his hands grabbing her hips, pulling her against him.
His fingers dig into her soft flesh, his thumbs brushing against her hip bones. She can feel his hardness pressing against her stomach, and she lets out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
He takes advantage of her momentary distraction, his hands sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasps, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back.
"Fuck, Micah," she moans, her fingers clawing at his chest.
He growls, his lips finding hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth, claiming her. She kisses him back, her tongue tangling with his, her body pressing against his, seeking more contact.
Luna peels away from the kiss, gently smiling at Micah. "I'm gonna ride your cock raw in my bed with me in charge. And you can't do shit about it." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Unless you want to risk getting caught by my father again."
Micah growled, his gaze hardening. "You're playing with fire, princess."
She shrugged, her shoulders bare and tempting. "Maybe I like the heat."
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the door. "Let's go, before I take you right here on the floor."
They snuck out of the library, their hearts pounding in sync. The castle was quiet, the only sound the distant ticking of a grandfather clock.