Read The Emperor's New Nightingale Online
Authors: Angela Castle
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Romance, #Fantasy & Futuristic, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Science Fiction, #Space Opera
“It has always been the balance of harmony, love and song which kept peace in our galaxy,” Jitt addressed them both.
Julie raised her head. “Jitt knew if I sang the Krystal would reform.”
“The true treasure is the nightingale, not just the Krystal,” said Jitt. “It’s her love which makes it shine, not just her song. Both Emperor and Empress are connected by their hearts and it’s the strongest of powers; without it, this Krystal...” He held up the Song Krystal. “...is just another rock.”
“Thank you
, Jitt, you and Julie saved everyone. Your dedication and wisdom in what could have been the darkest of times will not go unrewarded.”
Julie smiled her gratitude.
Jitt inclined his head and walked off, guards quickly surrounding him to keep the Krystal safe.
“Come now
, my love.”
Julie squeaked in surprise
when Orin scooped her up in his arms, cradling her against his muscular chest.
“Orin, put me down, you
're hurt!”
“Mere scratches
, my love, but if it eases your mind, you can attend me in our chambers.” Her stomach fluttered at the heat in his eyes and the suggestiveness of his tone.
She smiled, heat scoring her cheeks
and she glanced up at him through her eyelashes. “As you wish, your Majesty.”
Epilogue
Two months later…
“Oh, god, I can’t breathe!”
She stumbled, her head swimming. Behind her, the doors to their bed chamber closed. She struggled to draw air into her lungs, but was inhibited by the constriction pressing in on her chest.
Orin
sprang from his chair by the window, marching forward to her.
“What is it
? Has someone harmed you?”
“My dress!” she gasped again
. “Off, need it…now!”
Within seconds
, he was by her side, lifting her in his strong arms and carrying her to the bed before setting her down. He produced a sharp dagger, scowling down at her as he slipped the blade under the top of the fabric at the swell of her breasts.
“Why didn’t you say something earlie
r? It’s clearly too tight.”
The knife slid under the top of her garment and it parted
. Julie sucked in a deep breath, her lungs no longer constricted.
She heaved a sigh,
but it turned into a shudder seeing the lust burning in Orin’s gaze as his eyes slid down her naked breasts.
“The dr
ess was a gift from Chancellor Promeious’s wife. I had no wish to offend her. Remember behind every great man…”
“Ah
, yes, but it is my decree that only I am allowed to leave you breathless.”
Orin grinned, dipping h
is head to latch onto one of her nipples. She gasped, her hand threading through the softness of his hair, arching her back to give him, and demand more. Arousal flooded through her body. She could never get enough of her husband’s touch, his mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her body.
“Oh, yes, Orin, only you.”
“You have to stop trying to impress people, my love.” Orin raised his head, meeting her gaze head on. “You are Empress of the Four Galaxies of Harmony. Anyone who dares to look down on you for any reason will have to deal with me and the people of Ario, who adore every inch of you.”
Warmth spread through her at Orin’s words. The tea party with the Chancellor’s wife
was a strain, but being a public figure and keeping good relations with other planets within the galaxies was a part of her job as Empress. The woman gave her the dress, saying it would help slim down her figure, and she fell back into her old way of thinking, and tried to impress the taller, skinnier woman.
“I
was a fool to let her get to me and let my insecurities rule my thinking. No more uncomfortable dresses.”
“And what else
, my love?”
“No more caring about what other people think
. I am the Empress of Ario and the Four Galaxies of Harmony. No one’s opinion matters, but mine and yours.”
Orin’s grin widened, pride shining in his eyes.
Two months of marriage and, under her husband’s gentle guidance, helped to shape her into a stronger, more confident woman—an Empress who she and Orin could be proud of.
However,
she knew he would love her no matter what—he spent day and night proving how beautiful and loved she is.
He latched on to her other
breast, sucking the hardened nub, sending spikes of pleasure tinged with pain throughout her body.
Oh
, how she loved what he did to her. She became addicted to everything he did to her.
She gasped
when he suddenly shifted, gripped her tightly and rolled on the bed, so she straddled his muscular thighs. Her breasts danged like offerings to her Emperor.
She knew better than to protest her weight atop
him. She grinned with wicked intent and wiggled her ass against his erection bulging through his pants.
“Hmm
, my lord, is this for me?” She reached around and squeezed his hard length. He hissed.
“Saucy wench, stay where you are, I was enjoying my reward for saving your life.” He
tried to zero in on her breasts, licking his lips, but Julie pulled away, making him growl.
“I should reward my hero properly.” Scooting down further on the bed
, she slipped off and her knees hit the plush carpet around their bed, quickly taking care of the ties on his pants and freeing the current object of her focus. “Be still, my lord, and let your wench take care of you.”
He half groaned and half chuckled, loving the little games they played when they got time alone.
She slid her lips around his thick shaft; it
felt like stainless steel covered in silk. More than that, his cock pulsed with the beat of his heart almost as if it had a heart of its own.
It was impossible to span this b
eautiful cock with one hand while she caressed its pulsating length. She used her thumb to spread his copious pre-cum over his purpling glans, so she could caress the tip lasciviously back and forth.
Her pussy clenched
, knowing how good it feels to have him deep within her. She desperately wanted to impale herself onto it and take her pleasure, but she got just as much pleasure worshiping his body as he did hers.
Pausing on
ly to lap at the salty pre-cum, she leaned down and kissed the tip, and then slowly slurped her way along its head. She found it easier to get it inside her mouth by twisting her head to one side as she sucked hard. This bought a loud groan from Orin and would have done from her, too, if her mouth wasn’t so delightfully filled; so, he settled for a deep hum, which pleased him even more. His groans grew louder as she sucked and swirled at this wonderful cock.
She felt Orin pull up
her skirt and his fingertips draw tiny circles at the top of her thighs. Automatically, she parted her legs to allow his delicate, yet sure touch.
“Oh, my beautiful Nightingale
,” he groaned. Leaning forward, his fingers now tracing slowly up and down her pussy lips, skimming lightly across her clit, which now was swollen and begging for his touch.
She let him know her growing need by sucking harder
and humming a little louder. His chuckle was more a groan, but he got the message, and his caress grew stronger and bolder. Small, electric currents arched across between them, making her clit go into an orgasmic spasm. Her body shuddered under his skilled touch.
So engrossed in her task
, she hardly noticed Orin ripping the rest of her clothing off, leaving her naked and on her knees. Her skin buzzed and she barely had time to protest when his fingers slid through her hair and pulled her off his cock. He moved swiftly, scooping her up into his arms, turning her and, laying her on the bed, his head towards the dripping ‘V’ of her thighs.
She whimpered, denied her prize
, but met his hard, determined gaze and knew when to give and when to surrender to him. Right now, he wanted her full surrender. “Shh, love, you can finish me later, right now, I need this.”
She nodded her acceptance,
she saw the pride mixed with the swirling lust, glowing in his incredibly bright blue eyes.
He dipped his head and
softened his tongue to caress the lips of her wet folds, slowly, gently flowing along every curve and crease. Little spots burst into life, becoming highly sensitive erogenous zones. Her pussy felt vibrant and so sensitive. Then suddenly, his tongue was firm and thrusting into her, lashing to and fro across her pelvic floor, and then curved up toward her G-spot.
Again, she felt the oncoming rush of orgasm, but before it could happen, he withdrew his tongue and changed its texture to a soft, spongy ‘V’ shape which enveloped her clitoris, and then slowly and sensuously massaged it back and forth. This time, there was no stopping her orgasm—it ripped through her until every nerve-ending in her body tingled and buzzed. Yet, throughout all this, she was conscious of the need to be filled by him, connecting them together as one. She wanted and needed to have him inside her.
“Orin, please, please!”
“By the gods of the galaxies, you’re beautiful, and you’re mine, my Nightingale.” He crawled up over her body, positioning himself between her welcoming thighs. “Sing for me!”
With o
ne thrust, he plunged deep inside her, forcing her spasming walls apart. She threw back her head and wailed to the heavens. From the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, it was the most wondrous of all feelings, a whole body orgasm soaring and tearing through her. A sense of joy and satisfaction settled, knowing their bodies and souls were connected forever.
He stilled
and ever so slowly, she floated down from her cloud of bliss, opening her eyes to stare up into Orin’s, love filling her from the inside out.
His smile was one of pure
, male arrogance and pride, but she didn’t care. “Oh my love, I’m far from done with you. In fact, I doubt I’ll ever be done with you.”
She grinned back. “Thank god for that.”
With a cocky grin, he started to move; Julie gasping at the sparking of her sensitive walls, still grasping at his cock. She praised the fates which brought Orin into her life, knowing their love and songs would always stand the test of time.
Author Bio
A dedicated mother and full time dreamer and part time writer. Angela lives in a small country town in Victoria Australia. She has been writing ever since she learned to read, and almost endlessly drifting off into the fantasy world of her over active imagination.
Thankfully, she has a great group of supporting writer friends; and three small children who help keep her grounded.
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