The Alpha's Temptation

Fafnir’s gaze became hooded and he struggled to clear fog from his mind. All his focus was on her breasts. To add to his chagrin, Tabit lowered herself and dipped her chin while her eyes were still locked on his face. “Fafnir?” she called him huskily, putting one hand forward.

F**k. Now her breasts jiggled a bit. Her oversized tunic hung lower, exposing her abdomen. All Fafnir could do was slip from his chair and kneel down in front of her on the floor. His eyes were piercing her on the inside and every logic from his mind evaporated.

Tabit’s eyes became wide as her gaze followed his movement. Immediately, she touched his head with her soft hand. “Oh my God! You are so hot!” And then she heard a clack. A button came flying in the air right in front of her eyes and landed behind him. She jerked her head back and her mouth fell to the floor when she saw that his trousers’ top button had broken because the crown of his thick and swollen e******n had popped out of it and was now in full view. Her cheeks became tomato red.

“Umm… Fafnir…” she muttered, pointing her gaze at his e******n. “Your– your–” She pointed her finger to his e******n. “Your pee pee is showing!”

“F**k!” he rasped. She was sounding so sexy that his balls squeezed tight. It was the six days of pent-up s*x and frustration that he was having such a reaction. He was sure that she was going to find his lewd but he wasn’t lewd. It was just the natural reaction and he wanted to say that this never happened with him earlier. But by the time those words traveled from his brain to his tongue, they disappeared somewhere. Or maybe they slipped lower to his balls.

Tabit had never seen such a massive e******n, in all her life. She gaped at its mere circumference. It was moist with the precum. She licked her lips because her throat was paper dry but then she heard another button flying somewhere. More of his e******n peeped out and he g*****d as if in massive pain.

Fafnir froze. It now seemed that his p***s was having its own brain. It was no longer listening to him. And damn this hot princess. She licked her lips as if she wanted to taste him. His hand went to his e******n and he couldn’t help but rub it over his pants. He was now sure that after his obscene behavior, his mate was going to run away. But she… licked her lips again.

She should have felt repulsed by his behavior but she was only getting excited. Surely, she was lewd. How could she feel this attracted to something like a hard e******n that was so thick that she wondered how it would feel in her mouth. Her lips trembled at the thought of it and she started biting her bottom l*p. “I–” she tried to say something but words never formed.

She pulled a sheet from behind her and tried to give it to Fafnir, instead her hand went to his trousers and she tried to place it on his e******n, but she wasn’t ready for what happened next. Inadvertently, she touched his e******n and that was it.

Fafnir’s eyes rolled in his head. He tipped his head back and with a loud m**n, hot jets of his cum released in the air right in front of her eyes. “Ahhhhh!”

Tabit gasped. She watched her man releasing in the air right in front of her and she hadn’t even done anything. She was just giving him a sheet to cover himself. “Calaman’s horns! That was a lot!” She swallowed thickly as the scent of his arousal and then cum floated in the air, making her wet somewhere so bad that a shudder passed through her body.

Fafnir was uncontrollable. He continued to come, one jet after the other, to his utter embarrassment. He was behaving like a newly pubescent teenager who had never seen a girl in his life. And to say that was a lot. Because being the General of the Draka army, he had a line of women who wanted to serve him. He had never allowed anyone to be near him because he believed that he was going to be this way only with his wife.

His chest was heaving heavily as he looked at Tabit with his hooded gaze. There was sweat on his forehead. “Tabit–” he growled. “I– I– am sorry, bu– but it was not in my control!” He knew that it was over even before it started. “I didn’t mean to cum like this, but your hand on my c**k– I mean your finger on my c**k.” He shook his head. “Your breasts–” he slapped his mouth to stop himself from talking any further. He was known to be a man of less words and more action, but why was he vomiting words in front of her. Always.

Tabit pressed her lips hard to stop herself from laughing because the whole situation was too sexy yet too hilarious. Finally, she handed him the sheet and Fafnir took it from her. Mortified as hell, he wiped himself clean and got up wrapping the sheet around him. “Tabit, I–“

She was about to say something when a heavy knock on the door made her stop.

“General Fafnir,” Orin called him. “King Eltanin is here and he wants to speak with you!”

“The king?” Fafnir was now very confused. “I’ll be right there!” When he looked back at Tabit, he found her smiling.

“I came with King Eltanin and Queen Lusitania,” she said softly.

“Oh!” That was all he could manage to say. He turned his back towards her and cursed himself for his condition. Suddenly, he turned back to face her and asked, “Why?”

Orin began pounding the door again. “The king wants you now, General!”

“Damn it!” Fafnir gritted his teeth. He sucked in a deep breath. He took his tunic out to hide the broken button of his pants and said, “Will you come down with me?” Gods above. That sounded suggestive. “I mean to meet the king!” he corrected instantly.

“Yes,” she said as she stepped down from the bed and came to stand in front of him.