Lottery King 2, page 12
“Do you miss Greece when you’re in the states?” Poppy asked.
“Yes,” Helena admitted in a wistful voice. “My work is very important to me, and I’m honored to assist our king in any way I can.”
Helena smiled at me in a way that made heat rush up from my groin, and I coughed on my bite of salad.
“But I miss the food more than anything.” Helena smirked. “American food can be… bland.”
“Really?” I asked with interest.
“Oh, yes,” Helena laughed. “Especially restaurants that claim to be ‘All American,’ it’s like they’ve never heard there is more than just salt and pepper out there.”
I laughed at that because I was a prime example of what Helena described. Cooking had never been my strong suit, and I never had much luck when I’d tried experimenting with other herbs and spices.
“You’re not wrong,” I chuckled.
We chatted about the weather for a few minutes, and Helena explained that Athens was often hot and dry in the summer. I was surprised to hear the average rainfall was as little as one day per month despite being so close to the ocean.
“That’s not to say the air itself is dry,” Helena clarified. “Athens is a fairly humid city, it just rarely condenses into rain during the summer.”
“Sounds like ideal weather to hop from one air conditioned shop to another,” Poppy teased, and she shot a sly wink at the gorgeous harpy.
“Yes!” Helena laughed in agreement.
“I was thinking I might spend tomorrow searching for a wedding dress.” Poppy grinned with barely-contained excitement. “What do you think, Michael?”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I said. “And I think you should find the most lavish, expensive, and exquisite gown in the entire country.”
“Athens is definitely the right place to find it.” Helena smirked.
“I have rather big ideas,” Poppy laughed. “I’ll drag Rune along with me, and I promise I’ll take a few guards with me.”
“Poor Rune!” I laughed.
“Oh, no,” Helena giggled.
“He actually has a fantastic sense of fashion,” Poppy said with another burst of giggles. “The first thing he did when I told him about our engagement was to insist on helping me find my dress!”
“I mean,” I chuckled as I pictured the very boy band fae. “He always looks pretty stylish, doesn’t he?”
“Poppy, there’s a wedding boutique I really think you should go to,” Helena suggested. “It’s owned by a siren friend of mine, and she has the most fantastical designs. She only uses silk chiffon, tulle, and lace to make her dresses. They’re so dreamy.”
“Oh, that sounds perfect,” Poppy gushed.
I leaned back in my chair and enjoyed the excited banter of my future wife and Lady Helena. The food was delicious, but I could hardly enjoy it with the image of Helena’s smooth skin still so fresh in my mind.
Past Mike would’ve been horrified at how my thoughts were wandering about another woman while I sat with my lover right beside me, but I was the king. Not only was I allowed to have more than one woman, it was expected of me. The more time I spent with Lady Helena, the more I felt drawn to her, and I couldn’t deny that I wanted to get to know her better. Poppy’s excursion in dress shopping tomorrow felt like a good opportunity to get to know the Grecian harpy, too.
We enjoyed a glass of fine wine together before Helena started to yawn slyly behind her hand.
“I hate to break up the party,” Helena mused with an apologetic look. “But I am simply exhausted. I think the long flight and time shift are finally getting to me.”
“Don’t worry, Helena,” Poppy said in a friendly tone. “I’m about ready for bed, too.”
I sputtered on my wine as I felt Poppy’s hand stroke up my thigh under the table, and I knew sleep was not what she had in mind once she was in bed. We said our goodnights, and then Poppy almost dragged me down the hall to her room.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Poppy purred as she took my face in her hands.
My lover’s body molded against mine like melted chocolate into a candy form, and I groaned low in my throat.
Poppy’s hands hungrily wandered over my body as she made quick work of removing my clothes, and within a minute, I found myself entirely naked in front of her. My sexy fae was still wearing her summer dress, so I reached up to try and pull the tie at the back of her neck loose.
“Uh-uh,” Poppy cooed as she caught my wrists. “You’ve had a long, haaard day…”
“Uuuhhh,” I groaned at the sultry way Poppy dragged the words out.
“I want you to relax, your majesty,” my lover purred. “And let me do all the work tonight.”
“Oooh,” I murmured. “Well, that does sound pretty good.”
“Come lay down, my king,” Poppy tugged me toward the bed with a devilish twinkle in her purple eyes.
I followed her happily, and I let her guide me down onto the middle of the bed. With my arms folded back behind my head, I settled in to enjoy whatever Poppy had planned for me.
First, my teal-haired lover danced around the room to light several candles and turn the overhead lights off until the yellow light flickered gently through the room. Then she turned on a small stereo system that was tucked away somewhere, and lush instrumental music started to drift through the room. In a matter of seconds, and with just a few small adjustments, Poppy had created an entirely romantic atmosphere.
But then the real show started when Poppy positioned herself at the foot of the bed, and she started to sway along with the melody of the violins. Her purple eyes slid closed as the music swelled, and a faint flush started to spread over her cheeks. Poppy let her hands drift up over her body, and the light cotton of her dress bunched up under her fingers to expose a smooth swath of pale skin at the top of her thighs.
“Mmmm,” I hummed with appreciation.
There was something about being completely naked and exposed that only made my cock stand up straighter as I watched Poppy’s alluring show, and an electrified heat washed slowly over my limbs with each passing second.
Poppy turned away from me then, and her iridescent wings fluttered along to the music as her hands came up to tug on the ribbon that held her dress up. She wiggled her ass to the melody as she pulled the bow free, and she dug her hands up into her loose hair as the light-blue dress gaped forward.
Staying exactly where I was became more difficult with each of Poppy’s seductive movements and every inch of skin she revealed. I knotted my fingers together behind my head and took a breath that was so deep it made my ribs ache. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to reach out, grab Poppy around the waist, and drag her down under me on the mattress.
Poppy smirked like the devil herself at me over her shoulder as she slowly turned around, and she held the star-patterned dress up to her full breasts. She bit down on her bottom lip as she rotated her knees out and sank down into a low crouch. The music swelled again, and Poppy thrust her ass into the air. Her dress fell over her curves, and I was crushed by a wave of desire as her black g-string was put on full display.
“Shiiit,” I hissed through clenched teeth, and I locked my muscles into place.
The music shifted again as the percussion section picked up, and Poppy straightened up with an elegant flip of her hair. She released the front of the dress, and it dropped to the floor with a soft whoosh of air. Poppy’s shapely hips swayed along with the music as she grazed her hands all over her stomach and up to cup her tits. My lover’s purple eyes were closed, her face was flushed with desire, and her pouty lips fell open in a soft moan.
I was desperate to know what she was thinking while her hands wandered over the tight peaks of her nipples, and I longed to have my hands all over her smooth body.
“Poppy,” I groaned as sexual frustration started to consume me like a wildfire in the middle of a drought.
A sly grin slowly spread over my lover’s face, and she peeked over at me from under thick lashes. Poppy’s wings fluttered with excitement behind her back, and she walked around the side of the bed until she was level with my head.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I breathed, and I moved my hands to reach out and touch her.
I let my fingers graze in an agonizingly gentle touch over the curve of her thigh in an attempt to give her a taste of the torture she was giving me. Poppy’s mouth fell further open in a silent gasp as I shifted my hand around to cup the swell of her perfect ass, and I gave her a squeeze.
“Would you like me to fuck you now, your majesty?” Poppy asked in a low and gravelly voice.
“If you don’t fuck me soon,” I growled in a playful tone. “I’m going to fuck you instead.”
“Well, we can’t have you overexerting yourself,” Poppy giggled in a breathless way.
My teal-haired fae crawled onto the bed, and she hovered over me for a long second before she leaned down to kiss me. Poppy’s lips tasted like luxury, heaven, and sin all rolled into one, and I delved my hands up into her hair.
“Mmmm,” Poppy moaned into my mouth, and she kissed me once more before she pulled away. “Now, now, your majesty. Please, relax.”
My mischievous lover smirked at me as she backed away, and then she crawled down and straddled one leg over my hips with her back to me so I had a perfect view of her wings and ass. Poppy hovered over my rock hard cock for a torturously long moment before she finally took me in her hand, and she guided my shaft to her slick entrance.
The heat of Poppy’s pussy radiated over the head of my dick, and I struggled to keep from thrusting right up into her. After what felt like hours of waiting, Poppy sank down onto my cock in one long thrust.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned low in my throat.
The slick fire of my lover’s inner walls hugged around me, and she braced her palms on my thighs. Poppy circled her hips down on my pelvis as her pussy stretched around my girth, and her head fell back with ecstasy.
“Ooooh, Michaaaeeel,” Poppy groaned.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I battled with myself for a moment before I gave in and reached out to wrap my hands around Poppy’s waist.
Poppy gasped at the heat of my hands, and she leaned forward. After a quick moment to adjust her knees on either side of my legs, Poppy raised her ass up so I had the most delicious view of my cock disappearing into her wet tunnel.
“Goddess,” Poppy moaned. “I love the way your cock fills me up.”
“Shit, Poppy!” Her bold words shocked me, and it sent a rush of fire down my spine. “I love it, too.”
My fingers dug into Poppy’s waist, and I started to help support the slow rhythm she set. I lifted her off my lap before letting her drop back down on my dick. Poppy’s translucent wings twitched erratically with the pleasure of our fucking as the intensity ramped up.
“Ooooh, yeeees,” Poppy moaned, and she started to drop down harder on my shaft.
The head of my dick slammed in hard against her inner walls, and with every impact, Poppy groaned louder. The rising levels of Poppy’s passion drove me to push her higher, so I traced the fingers of my right hand up the length of her spine to the delicate flesh where her wings connected with her back.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled softly as I traced the seam where the iridescent membrane disappeared into her porcelain skin.
“Fuuuuuck,” Poppy groaned, and she ground herself down hard on my pelvis.
I continued to gently tease along that erogenous zone as Poppy managed to find a wild and erratic rhythm. My eyes darted back and forth between the way Poppy’s mouth hung open, and the way her dripping pussy consumed my cock with every downward thrust.
My senses were filled with everything Poppy, and World War III could have started right in the same room without my noticing. My body felt so hot I worried we might set the whole world on fire, but I didn’t give a single fuck as the pleasure rolled through my limbs.
“Ahhh, yeeeesss,” Poppy moaned, and her legs tensed around my hips. “Michael! I’m gonna cuuuum.”
“Shit,” I hissed through my teeth.
I sat up enough to reach around to the front of Poppy’s hip joints, and I rocked her gently as her pussy quivered around me in crashing waves. Her translucent wings fluttered between us, and the thin membrane tickled against my bare chest.
“Ooooohhhh,” Poppy moaned as the intense bliss of her orgasm finally peaked, and she started to descend back down the other side. “You always make me cum so hard.”
“Good.” I smirked, and I flexed my cock inside her sensitive pussy.
“Oh!” Poppy gasped at the reminder that we weren’t even close to being done. “Fuck.”
I chuckled lightly at the immediate reactions I always pulled out of my fae lover, and Poppy took a steadying breath. Then she raised her ass off of me and turned around before I could protest. Poppy straddled her thighs across my knees and took my cock into her mouth in a flash.
“Aaaah, shiiit,” I groaned.
Poppy flicked her tongue all around the head of my dick, and she licked every bit of her juices from my length. Her teal hair fell all around her flushed face, and she bobbed up and down on my lap as she sucked my cock. I nearly lost myself when she reached up with one hand to lock her thumb and index finger around the base of my shaft, and her other hand came up to firmly cup my balls.
“Ooooohhh,” I moaned as the pleasure mounted in my gut.
Then my self-control snapped, and I reached down to grip my hands deep in Poppy’s teal locks at the back of her head.
“Get over here,” I growled.
Poppy’s lips popped off from the tip of my dick, and she smirked with satisfaction as she crawled up my body.
“Have I displeased you, your majesty?” Poppy asked with feigned innocence.
“Never,” I whispered, and I wrapped my arms around my lover.
I lifted Poppy against my chest as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and the tile floor was cool under my bare feet. I caressed my left hand down the length of Poppy’s thigh as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Poppy’s fingers clutched on my shoulders, and she lifted herself up just enough to catch the tip of my cock with her pussy lips. Then she sank down slowly on my length until I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.
“Goddamn,” I groaned, and I leaned forward to nip at the gentle skin under the corner of her jaw.
“Ooooh, Michaaaeeel,” Poppy moaned, and she used all of her muscles to start grinding on my cock. “You feel sooo goooooood.”
“I love the way your pussy feels, Poppy,” I whispered harshly in her pointed ear.
I let Poppy try to find a rhythm on my lap for a few minutes, but the intensity of her passion was too much. Her head collapsed on my shoulder, and she circled her hips around until I took over. In one swift motion, I scooped her up by her ass and walked straight over to the nearest blank space.
“Yeeees,” Poppy gasped as I pinned her between my chest and the wall.
My fae lover’s wings were pinned flat behind her back as Poppy stared hungrily into my face.
“Fuck me, Michael, pleeeeaaaasssse,” Poppy pleaded with desperation. “I want to cum again with you deep inside me.”
“Good,” I growled. “Because that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.”
“Yeeeeeeessss,” Poppy whined, and she pressed her head back into the wall.
I braced my feet firmly on the floor to allow me to drive up into her dripping pussy at the perfect angle, and then I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Pleasure stacked like golden Jenga blocks in the base of my spine, and the electric heat of Poppy’s tunnel made the edges of my vision start to go fuzzy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Poppy gasped with every one of my thrusts, and her legs started to tremble around me.
Poppy’s purple eyes opened just enough to look at me as her hands came up to lock around the back of my neck, and she pulled my mouth to hers. My fae lover kissed me like she couldn’t get enough of me, and I loved it.
I leaned further into her hot body, and I grasped her wrists in my hands as I took charge of our kiss. Poppy’s pussy twitched with excitement, and a sense of possessive cockiness swelled in my chest as I slowed my pace down.
Poppy tried to move her hips to get more friction right where she wanted it, but I refused to let her cum just yet. There was something enticing about dragging her pleasure out for as long as I possibly could, so I gave her the tiniest thrusts as I pressed a trail of burning-hot kisses along her throat.
“Fuck, Michaaaaeeel,” Poppy mewled.
Her entire body writhed between me and the wall, and I knew I was testing her sanity.
My own self-control was teetering on the brink of destruction, but the gasps of desire that escaped from Poppy’s lips drove me on.
“Pleeeaaassse,” Poppy gasped. “Michael, I, I neeeeed…”
“I know what you need, baby,” I groaned in her ear.
Finally, I gave Poppy what we both wanted, and I thrust hard and steady into her dripping pussy until she crashed over the cliffside into ecstasy.
“Uuuuuuhhhhh,” Poppy groaned as her entire body clenched around me.
The ripples and shivers of my lover’s inner walls snapped the last bit of control I had, and I exploded into a billion shining stars. Lightning flashed behind my eyes, and the snap and sing of electricity sparked along my nerve endings. I shot my hot seed deep into Poppy’s pussy and thrust slowly to coax us both through the toe-tingling pleasure.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned as my heart’s thundering rhythm finally edged back to a normal pace.
“I love you,” Poppy sighed with utter satisfaction as our combined juices started to drip out of her pussy.
“I love you, too,” I murmured, and I gave Poppy one more kiss at the corner of her lips before I set her back on her feet.
“Ooooh,” Poppy breathed, and she wobbled on her feet for a second.
“You okay?” I smirked.
