Chapter 123 : is it ready?

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 : is it ready?

She looked up, asking softly," Can I come in?"

He replied. "Sure. I was just—"

She crossed the room in three steps, cupped his face, and pressed her mouth to his. The kiss was slow but deep, her tongue sliding against his before he could finish the sentence. Tolu’s words died in his throat. His hands found her waist through the thin gown, feeling the heat of her skin underneath.

Aramide broke the kiss only to push him back against the pillows. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, and the nightgown rode up, baring smooth brown skin. She kissed him again, slower this time, sucking his bottom lip before trailing her mouth down his neck. Her fingers worked the drawstring of his sleep pants, tugging them down until his cock sprang free, already half-hard from the surprise and the feel of her.

She wrapped her hand around the base and stroked once, twice, feeling him thicken. Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue dragged along the underside as she sank down, lips stretching around his girth. She sucked with steady pressure, cheeks hollowing, saliva coating his shaft until it glistened. Tolu groaned, one hand sliding into her hair, not pushing, just holding. Aramide bobbed her head, taking more each time until her nose brushed his stomach and his cock nudged the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, throat working, and the tight squeeze made his hips twitch.

She pulled back only to lick the head in slow circles, then plunged down again, faster now. Spit ran down his balls. Her free hand cupped them, rolling gently while she sucked. Tolu’s breathing grew ragged. "Aramide—fuck—I’m close." She didn’t stop. She took him deep one last time and held there, throat fluttering around him until his cock pulsed and he came hard, thick spurts flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, throat working visibly, then licked him clean with soft, lazy strokes of her tongue before letting him slip from her lips.

Tolu was still catching his breath when she rose onto her knees and pulled the nightgown over her head. Her breasts swayed free, dark nipples already tight. She straddled his chest, guiding one of his hands between her thighs. He found her pussy slick and hot. Two fingers slid inside easily; she rocked down onto them with a soft moan. While he pumped his fingers in and out, he reached up with his other hand, caught a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and tugged. Aramide gasped, pussy clenching around his fingers. He rolled and pinched the stiff peak, then switched to the other breast, pulling and twisting just enough to make her hips jerk. Her wetness coated his fingers, dripping down his knuckles as he worked her open.

When she was dripping and panting, Tolu pulled his fingers free and gripped her hips. He flipped them smoothly so she lay beneath him, legs spread wide. His cock, already hardening again, pressed against her entrance. He pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her soaked pussy. Aramide cried out, back arching. He started fucking her with deep, deliberate strokes—pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, hips slapping against her ass. Each thrust rocked her body; her breasts bounced with every impact. He leaned down, sucked one nipple into his mouth, and bit lightly while he pounded into her. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

Tolu hooked her knees over his elbows, folding her nearly in half, and fucked her harder. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out filled the room. Aramide’s moans grew louder, broken. He reached between them, rubbed her clit in tight circles, and she came with a sharp cry, pussy clamping down so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep moving. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own, until his rhythm faltered and he buried himself deep, pumping another load inside her. He stayed there, hips grinding through the aftershocks, until both of them were trembling and slick with sweat.

Aramide pulled him down for another slow kiss, tasting herself and him on his tongue, while his cock softened inside her.

Tolu rolled his hips again, driving his cock deep into Aramide’s soaked pussy. She moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tight around his waist as he kept fucking her with long, steady strokes. Sweat slicked their skin; the sheets twisted beneath them. Every thrust made her breasts bounce against his chest. He pulled out only to flip her onto her stomach, then slid back inside from behind, gripping her hips while he pounded into her. Aramide pushed back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling with each impact.

He reached beneath her, found her clit, and rubbed it in quick circles until she came again, pussy clenching hard around his cock. Tolu groaned, kept thrusting through her orgasm, then pulled out and turned her onto her back once more. He pushed her knees to her chest and buried himself to the hilt, fucking her with short, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. Aramide clawed at his shoulders, gasping each time he bottomed out.

They changed positions again—her riding him, then him taking her on her side, one leg hooked over his arm. His cock stayed hard, sliding in and out of her dripping pussy without pause. She came a third time, then a fourth, voice hoarse from moaning. Tolu followed each time, pumping load after load into her until cum leaked down her thighs and soaked the sheets.

Finally, when neither of them could move, he collapsed beside her. Aramide curled into his chest, one leg draped over his hip. His softening cock rested against her thigh, still wet with their mixed fluids. She kissed his collarbone softly. Tolu pulled the thin sheet over their naked bodies and wrapped his arms around her. They lay tangled together, skin to skin, breathing slowing as sleep pulled them under.

....

The royal palace was unusually quiet that morning.

Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the council chamber, falling across the polished floor and the long table at its center.

The king sat at the head of the table, his hands resting calmly on the armrests of his throne.

Around him sat several of the kingdom’s most influential chiefs.

For several moments, no one spoke.

Then the king finally broke the silence.

"Is it ready?"

One of the chiefs, an older man with streaks of gray in his hair, nodded.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Everything is in place."

The king’s expression remained calm, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Good."

Another chief leaned forward.

"The preparations have taken longer than expected, but the craftsmen have completed their work. The arrangements in the capital are also nearly finished."

"Nearly?"

"We should have everything ready within the next few days."

The king nodded slowly.

"Then this year’s celebration will proceed as planned."

A younger chief smiled.

"It will be the largest one we’ve had in years."

Several of the others exchanged glances.

The king looked toward the windows.

Outside, the palace grounds were already beginning to fill with servants and guards preparing for the coming days.

"This year," he said quietly, "will be different."

The chiefs became attentive.

The king turned back toward them.

"For years, we have celebrated this occasion because it is tradition. People gather, merchants arrive, nobles compete for attention, and the kingdom enjoys itself for a few days."

He paused.

"But this year, I want more than tradition."

One of the chiefs raised an eyebrow.

"What does Your Majesty have in mind?"

The king smiled.

"I want them to remember it."

The room fell silent.

"This year," the king continued, "the kingdom will show everyone what it has become."

His gaze moved from one chief to another.

"And if everything goes according to plan..."

His smile widened slightly.

"...it may be the beginning of something much greater."

No one immediately responded.

The older chief finally lowered his head.

"Then we shall make certain everything is ready, Your Majesty."

The king leaned back.

"See that you do."

He looked once more toward the bright morning outside.

"This year is going to be special."

Tolu woke to sunlight cutting through the curtains in warm stripes across the bed. Aramide lay beside him, still asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful. He eased out from under the sheet and stood, stretching his naked body until his joints popped.

"Good morning," she murmured, voice husky with sleep.

He turned, smiling. "Morning. How was your night?"

She chuckled, propping herself on one elbow. "I slept soundly. But I do have an ache between my thighs."

"I wonder why," he said, and they both laughed before sharing a quick, soft kiss.

Aramide rose, letting him see her full figure in daylight. His gaze traveled over her curves without shame. She noticed and grinned. "If your eyes had fire, I’d be burnt to ashes."

He only smiled and looked away. She walked over, took his hand, and pressed it to her bare breast. "This body is yours. If you want it, take it."