Man Who Should be King by Mlyn Hurn Page A

be assured. That is what mattered,
and it was the only thing that truly should matter. How he felt about this
woman was incidental. If the sex was good, then he would be better off than
many nobles who married to preserve their world and ensure the safety of their
people.
    He rolled onto his side to look at Syranna. She was still
lying on her back, eyes closed and her legs still parted. He imagined if he
moved down the bed he would find her pussy still open a little and dripping his
cum. That thought made it all even sexier. Since he’d met Syranna he kept
having all these strange thoughts and feelings about his future, Syranna and
making love with her, and their life together…children.
    His hand moved and covered her lower belly. Rubbing in small
circles, he spoke to her softly. “Right now my son is beginning to grow in your
belly.”
    Syranna shook her head. “Not necessarily. Perhaps it is the
wrong time.”
    Marcus paused and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Is it the
right time of your monthlies?”
    Syranna wanted to lie to him but she didn’t. “It was a fortnight
ago.” She stopped as his lips turned up into a wide grin. “That doesn’t mean
anything. This isn’t a sure thing!”
    “True, but I think two people, both healthy, have as good a
chance as anyone else.”
    He waited for her to snap back with a reply, yet she stayed
quiet, her face turned to her other side, away from him. It grated that she
kept pulling away from him, and he wasn’t going to allow that. Rubbing his hand
in small circles, he began caressing her belly.
    “I can’t wait to see your belly begin to round with child.
I’ve seen the wives of my men who have had children, and I look forward to the
changes.”
    Syranna started to roll to her side, away from him. Marcus
moved his hand upward quickly, cupping her farthest breast. She lay back as he
started to speak again. “I think you have amazing breasts now. I can just
imagine how much sexier they will be all round and full of milk.” He paused and
started to tease her nipple, rubbing it, circling round it and then flicking it
with his fingertip. Each move only got her more aroused, as was evident in the
tautness and increased length of her stimulated flesh.
    “I will, of course, spend an appropriate amount of time each
day sucking on these milk-producing teats to get them ready for the baby. He
could end up needing to nurse often if my son is as big as I was when I was
born. We can easily obtain a wet nurse if you need one.”
    “Oh!” Syranna jerked away from, rolling to her side.
    Marcus wasn’t easily deterred. He merely scooted the foot or
so distance and wrapped his arm across her when she tried to move away.
Pressing his body firmly against hers, he rubbed back and forth across her
nicely rounded ass. “We can leave in the morning. It’s too bad that we’ll have
to travel by horse instead of ship. I doubt anyone around here possesses an air
ship.”
    “I’m not going anywhere, sir. This is my home. I have
responsibilities and commitments that cannot be left behind or ignored. You may
leave, of course. I could have cook prepare you some food for the journey back
to the transfer station.”
    “Perhaps I should stay on for a few days, since you seem so
eager to get rid of me. It makes me wonder if you have something to hide.”
Syranna tried to move away, but his arm pulled her more tightly against him,
and his hardening cock slipped between her cheeks as she lifted her leg for
balance. He knew the moment she realized the predicament her little struggle
had brought about. Marcus was a little surprised that he was getting hard once
again. It felt good poised at the entrance of her cunt, and with one good
thrust he would be inside her once more.
    As if she read his mind, Syranna lifted her topmost leg
again, and while Marcus knew it wasn’t to aid him, it did. He shoved forward
with his hips and pressed her backward with his hand on her belly. His cock was
inside her