Lottery King 2, page 22
Poppy moaned into my mouth, and my tongue danced with hers as I settled my hips into the valley of her thighs. The heat of our passion swirled around us like a fog as I ground my cock against her pussy, and I thought Poppy might lose her mind if I didn’t rip away the fabric between us.
“Are you crazy with need?” I gasped.
“Yes! Michael, I need you,” Poppy pleaded. “Pleeeaaassse!”
“Eeerrggg,” I groaned as I forced myself to stand up.
I ripped my boxer briefs off as fast as I could, and then I covered Poppy’s hot body with mine again. The flimsy lingerie was hardly an obstacle as I took a fistful of the delicate lace in my hands, and I pulled until the sound of stitches popping filled my ears. I tore the intricate material to pieces in my haste to get to Poppy’s smooth skin, and I couldn’t even imagine wasting a second more on foreplay. I guided my cock right to her entrance, and I slowly sank balls-deep into Poppy’s hot pussy.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Poppy moaned low and long as her inner walls stretched and adjusted to my girth. “You’re so fucking haaaard.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned, and I paused inside her for a moment before I pulled back.
Then I sank slowly into Poppy’s hungry pussy once more, and I gave her an extra bit of force at the end of my thrust that made her groan with pleasure. I fucked her slow and hard like that for what could have been a millennium before I added anything else to the pleasurable torture.
Finally, when I felt Poppy’s legs trembling beneath me with need, I leaned my head down and locked my lips around one of her tight nipples. I gave it a hard suck before lavishing the other with the same loving attention.
“Yeeeeeesss,” Poppy gasped, and her voice was barely more than a high-pitched whisper. “I love it when you play with my tits.”
“Fuck,” I groaned as lightning trickled down my spine at her words. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Do you?” Poppy asked, and her purple eyes lit up with excitement.
“Yeeaaah.” I smirked down at my fae lover, and I slowed my motions even more as I told her what I liked. “You’re so polite and ladylike in social situations. It’s a huge turn-on for me when you give me all of yourself.”
“I thought I always gave you all of myself,” Poppy teased.
“True,” I chuckled, and I gave her another deep thrust of my cock. “What I meant was, you’re so free and passionate when we fuck. It drives… me… crazy.”
I accentuated the end of my sentence with three swift thrusts deep in her dripping tunnel.
“Yeeeessss,” Poppy moaned. “I love it when you fuck me sooooo sloooow, and I can feel every inch of your big, hard cock in my pussy.
“Holy fuck, Poppy,” I gasped at the shock of her erotic words.
Suddenly I wanted to have total control over her dirty, sexy self, and I pulled myself out of her pussy. Poppy looked at me with confusion, but before she could even breathe, I scooped her up and flipped her onto her stomach. My fae’s iridescent wings shimmered in the dim light of the bedside lamps, and I wanted to consume every bit of her alluring body.
“Michael,” Poppy sighed with need clear in her voice.
“Close your legs,” I commanded, and I gave her perfect ass a mild slap.
“Oh!” Poppy gasped with shock, and she looked over her shoulder at me as her ass turned pink with the shape of my handprint.
“Did you like that?” I asked, and I hoped she did because I definitely had.
“Y-yes,” Poppy stuttered, and her whole face turned as pink as her ass. “I didn’t think I would, but I did.”
“Would you like another one?” I asked, and I soothed the sore spot with my palm.
Poppy bit down hard on her bottom lip as she considered my offer, and then she nodded once.
To balance out the color of Poppy’s ass, and the pleasure-pain I was delivering, I gave her a slap on her other cheek. I put a little more power into this one to see how much she’d like, and I was rewarded with a moan of ecstasy as the sound echoed through the room.
“Ooooh, fuck,” Poppy purred. “I’m so wet for you, Michael. Pleeeaaaassse.”
“Uuuuh,” I groaned in response.
I gripped her luscious hips in both of my hands as I braced my knees on either side of her thighs, and then I wedged my cock between her cheeks. She was so wet that I slid right into her pussy like we were made to fit together. There was something outrageously provocative about the position, and I locked both of her wrists in one of my hands. Then I rocked back and forth on my knees as I set a demanding pace, and I used my grip on her wrists to tug her back to meet each of my thrusts.
The fire and lightning combined in my gut like a perfect storm of bliss, and I found myself losing control of the careful pace I’d set earlier. Within a few moments, I released her wrists to brace both of my hands on the mattress, and I started pounding Poppy’s pussy with all my might. Her translucent wings tickled against the insides of my arms and my chest, and it only drove my pleasure higher.
“Yeeeeessss! Fuuuuuck meeeee,” Poppy cried out.
She reached behind her, and the tips of her fingers just barely brushed against the lowest part of my abdomen. It was like an ocean of gasoline on the raging inferno in my veins, and I nearly lost myself inside her at that moment.
“Goddaaaaamn,” I moaned low in my throat, and I struggled to maintain even a scrap of composure.
I slowed my pace down a bit to get a hold of myself, and then a thrilling idea came to me. With my cock buried in Poppy’s tight tunnel, I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Can you reach your clit?” I gave the tender skin of her throat a little nip.
“Yes?” Poppy said in an uncertain voice.
“Good,” I growled. “I want you to play with yourself while I fuck you. I want you to cum as many times as you can until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Aaahh,” Poppy hummed with a delicious mixture of shock and desire.
Her ass pressed back against my pelvis as she lifted herself and wedged her right arm under herself. I watched her arm until I saw the tendons in her forearm start to work, and I smirked with dominant pleasure.
“Good girl,” I praised her, and the roughness of my voice surprised me.
“Shiiiit,” Poppy breathed.
Then I fucked Poppy with everything I had, and I slammed into her pussy hard and fast until I felt her inner walls tremble and quiver around me.
“Are you gonna cum?” I growled.
“Y-yes,” Poppy gasped, and her legs tensed.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“I-I’m g-gonna cuuuuuum,” Poppy moaned, and her orgasm exploded around my hard shaft.
I didn’t slow down or ease up even a fraction of an inch as Poppy shuddered around and under me. I kept pounding her slick heat with my cock, and I pushed her into another orgasm as soon as the first eased away.
“F-f-f-fuu,” Poppy gasped, and she couldn’t even finish the word she was cumming so hard.
This time I eased back a bit and coaxed her more gently through the shuddering waves of her pleasure, but I never stopped moving inside her dripping tunnel. Another wave of her juices flooded around my shaft, and I gave her ass a swift slap just for the fun of it.
“Shit!” Poppy hissed through her teeth. “It’s soooo goooooooood.”
“Uuuuhhhh,” I groaned, and that’s when I lost myself.
Time and space lost all meaning. The world could have crashed down all around us, but all I could see, hear, feel, and smell was Poppy’s pleasure as she ascended toward another orgasm. My hips moved erratically as I drove us both higher, and when Poppy’s breath caught in her throat I felt my control snap like a toothpick in a hurricane.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned.
The tongue-numbing pleasure erupted inside my spine like a supernova, and I filled Poppy’s inner walls with my hot seed. The ecstasy scattered over my nerve endings like fireworks through a thunderstorm, and I thought it might consume me entirely.
I almost lost track of Poppy’s bliss in the depths of my own pleasure, and I came back to my senses just enough to enjoy the shuddering groans of my fae lover.
“Goddddessssss,” Poppy mewled as her crashing orgasm finally released it vise-like grip on her. “Oooohhh.”
“Uh-huh,” I sighed in agreement, and I eased my body down beside her. “My thoughts exactly.”
“I’ve never climaxed that hard before,” Poppy mumbled.
A cocky lopsided smirk tugged at my mouth, and I fumbled dazedly for Poppy’s hand. I brought her hand to my lips and pressed a kiss into her palm.
“Mmmm,” Poppy hummed with satisfaction, and she scooted closer to me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I murmured, and I stroked a finger gently down the length of her arm.
Poppy draped one arm and one leg across my body as she settled comfortably into the bed, and her wings drooped with blissful exhaustion. She nuzzled her pert little nose against my chest and sighed happily before her breathing evened out into sleep.
I was so exhausted from the eventful day that my body longed for sleep, but my brain rushed with worries about the gorgon and my guards. His angry face kept flashing behind my eyelids, and I hoped Nyxx and the others were safe. Nyxx was an incredible fighter, and I knew she wasn’t foolish enough to do anything stupid. She was still my employee, though, and as far as I was concerned, I was responsible for her.
I heaved a deep sigh and started to do what I’d done when insomnia had reared its ugly head when I was in college. I started to count, and I made it to seventy-eight before my mind finally settled into sleep.
My exhaustion must have been greater than I’d thought because I slept like a fucking rock. I didn’t even move the entire night, and I woke up the next morning in the exact same position I’d fallen asleep.
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling as I tried to figure out what had woken me, and the answer came a second later.
A quiet but insistent knock came from the bedroom door.
My mind was instantly wide awake as all the events of the previous day rushed back in. The parade, the chariot race, the hostile gorgon who’d slammed his chariot into mine, and the knowledge that my shadow nymph guards had raced after him all flashed across my eyes.
Poppy was still sound asleep beside me, so I carefully extricated myself from her side. I grabbed a silk robe from a hook on the wall and pulled it on before I opened the door.
“Your majesty,” Firo said in a quiet voice. “There is news.”
“Shit,” I breathed, and I stepped out into the hallway.
I didn’t want to disturb Poppy’s sleep yet, so I closed the door behind me and turned to the dragon-man.
“Tell me,” I said.
“Nyxx led the team in scouring every mile of the aqueducts, and they’ve found the radical group’s headquarters,” Firo reported.
“Whoa,” I breathed.
Admiration for Nyxx’s dedication to her job filled my chest, and I decided she should get a good bonus for the hard work.
“So what’s next?” I asked. “Do we swarm on their hideout like a SWAT team or whatever?”
“It’s already done, your majesty,” Firo reported. “Nyxx kept everyone working throughout the night. She called in every reserve guard in the area, and they infiltrated the Freedom Fighters’ hideout early this morning.”
“I guess that shouldn’t surprise me,” I said with an appreciative grin.
Nyxx wasn’t the kind of soldier to hesitate when the next step was so obvious.
“There’s more, your majesty,” Firo said, and his tone was laced with a bit of victory.
“What’s that?” I asked with curiosity.
“Nyxx arrested their leader, Alexander.” Firo smirked.
“Is it the gorgon from the race?” I asked, and I unconsciously held my breath as I waited for the answer.
“Yes, your majesty,” Firo said.
I released a huge breath and nodded, and relief surged to fill me now that I knew the leader of the radical group who’d brought me to Greece was in custody.
But my mind knew this wasn’t over, and the tension remained.
“Alright,” I sighed. “I assume Alexander’s locked away somewhere secure?”
“Yes, your majesty,” Firo said. “There is a secure prison in the city, and we have locked him up there for the time being.”
“Good,” I said. “Does he seem willing to cooperate?”
“Uh…” Firo grimaced slightly at that. “No.”
“I didn’t really expect him to be,” I chuckled, and I thought for a moment about what to do next. “Well, let him sit for a day, maybe that will loosen his tongue. Provide him with water and bread, but nothing else.”
“Very good, your majesty,” Firo said. “I have put Nyxx in charge of the prisoner. We also had the other gorgons transferred to that prison, would you like to continue holding them?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “At least until we know more.”
“Very good.” Firo nodded. “Nyxx and her team have also gathered a fair bit of evidence from the group’s hideout. Would you like to go over it?”
“Yes,” I said. “I want to see everything.”
“Mrs. Baros has offered us the use of a guest study by the sitting room,” Firo said. “Everything is set up in there at the moment.”
“That will work,” I said. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Your majesty,” Firo said. “We have missed our most recent training session due to our presence in Greece. Would you like a session today after you go through the evidence?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, and I realized that was exactly what I needed to get all this tension out of my body. “That sounds perfect.”
“Very good,” Firo said. “There is a good flat area in Lady Helena’s courtyard near the study, shall we meet there when you’re finished?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” I agreed. “I’ll meet you there when I’m done.”
“Very good, your majesty.” Firo offered a respectful nod before he strode back down the hallway and disappeared.
I sighed as I went back into the room, and I found Poppy was still sleeping soundly. After I got dressed in workout clothes, I found a small notepad and pen in one of the end table drawers, and I scrawled a quick note for my lover. I didn’t want her to worry when she woke up to an empty bed.
I strode out into the foyer and found one of Mrs. Baros’ daughters dusting the furniture and decor.
“Excuse me,” I said.
“Yes, your majesty?” the young gorgon asked.
“I’ll be working in the guest study this morning,” I said. “Will you send in a breakfast tray for me, please?”
“Right away, your majesty.” The girl dipped in a polite curtsy and disappeared from the room.
The study was easy to find since it was directly next to the sitting room, and my jaw hit the floor when I walked in.
A large circular table in the middle of the room was covered in piles of documents and photos Nyxx had collected. A quick glance around the room showed me maps, account records that had been scribbled hastily by hand, and photos of my face with angry red slashes across them.
“Shit,” I hissed through my teeth at the ominous pieces of evidence.
Then I heaved a sigh as I sat down at the table, and I started sorting through the piles of papers. There was a wide variety of things in the massive pile, everything from poster mockups, to maps of the aqueducts, to meeting transcriptions, and a list of members. I was a little surprised at how well-documented everything was, but I wasn’t going to turn my nose up at a mountain of evidence.
Mrs. Baros’ daughter arrived with a nice breakfast tray for me, and I ate with one hand as I dug into the thousands of pages spread across the table.
One thing that caught my attention was a list of accusations against me and former kings of the Eternal Realm. The list of potential charges included things like genocide, embezzling, an overreach of power that led to widespread looting, rape, murder, and other heinous crimes. It looked like this group wanted to blame the crown for anything and everything, even if there was no actual proof.
I put the disgusting list aside, and I turned my focus to the stacks of paper that detailed the radicals’ ideas, or rather, what the crown would consider their crimes. There were several pages of a manifesto that carried on about how they wanted to dissolve the rule of monarchy, and another shocking stack of pages focused on the idea of basically enslaving humans under the rule of paranormals. There were sketches that looked like a gulag system, but not a whole lot more.
I got the feeling those were much longer-term goals.
I scanned through the hand-copied financial records, and I was shocked to recognize most of the lines. Someone in the Machités gia tin Elefthería had gotten a hold of my personal account records, and the records going back two decades. My only thought was that they were trying to find evidence of corruption within the monarchy. I’d gone through the same records, too, and I knew they wouldn’t find anything besides the overspending by King Vairn.
After some hard work, it was clear that the Machités gia tin Elefthería hadn’t found anything substantial against me that could warrant any kind of overthrow, but they’d compiled plenty of evidence of their own crimes. If nothing else, they were clearly guilty of espionage and an attempted insurrection against the king.
And everything was signed by Alexander himself. It looked like his penchant for documenting everything was going to come back and bite him in the ass.
My brain was half-numb by the time I got through everything a few hours later, and I was in need of a good physical outlet, so I stood from the table and went in search of my head of security.
Firo was stretching as he waited for me in the courtyard, and I joined in the warm-up when I arrived. We fell into a comfortable and familiar pattern as we stretched out our muscles and prepared to train. Firo and I had trained together enough times now that he didn’t even bother explaining the stretches anymore. I followed his movements easily and naturally as we moved through our usual routine.
Once we were warmed up, we began some hand block and strike combinations, and Firo studied my movements with a slightly distracted expression. He held his hands palm-out for me to practice my form, and I decided to tell him about my connections with Poppy’s mind enchantments yesterday.
