presents
THE KING AND HIS ANGEL
PART II
THE KING AND HIS ANGEL
A SENSUAL STORY BY ANGELBRNEYES
As they reach the bottom step, King Goran turns to the big huge doors that lead outside, glancing down at Angel, he sees the puzzled look in those deep brown eyes, a faint hint of a smile crosses his lips. Opening one of the doors, taking her out the door, she glances all around, trying to figure out what he's up to. He leads her around to the side of the huge castle, as they pass through a huge arbor covered with ivy, she can retain her silence no longer, "My love WHERE are you taking me?" My Angel, I'm taking you to a very special place, one I had built especially for you, a place where I have spent most of my life dreaming and wishing for you. Our first morning will be spent in this place. The ivy-covered arbor allows only scattered rays of sunshine in, just enough to light the path. They make a turn to the right and she can see the bright sun at the end of the arbor. He leads her out into the bright sun, her eyes taking time to adjust to the bright light. Blinking her eyes, the beauty she beholds causing her small mouth to drop open, a gasp of surprise coming from her throat. Her delicate hand slides from his arm; she takes several more steps forward, turning from side to side taking in the sight. All around her are red roses; small to very large bushes, climbing on trellises, shaped like small trees, everything imaginable to do with roses has been done. Tears stream down her face, in all the heavens a sight so beautiful has never existed! In the center of hundreds of red rose bushes sits a large gazebo, lattice boards from bottom to ceiling. In front of it there's a large white marble fountain, an intricately carved angel standing in the center pouring water from the wine bottle held in her hands. Angel runs up to the fountain, King Goran not far behind. The marble angel looks so much like her, it is almost was like looking into a mirror. Looking into the cool shimmering waters she sees hundreds of gold coins, kneeling on the edge of the fountain, reaching down and scooping a handful of gold coins up, turning to him. He answers the question in her brown eyes; each gold coin is a wish for you my Angel, many years of wishing my angel were by my side. Dropping the coins back into the water, she runs to her king, standing on tiptoes, placing her arms around his neck, hugging him ever so close. He places his arms around her, returning her loving embrace. Pulling her gently from him, wiping the tears from her soft face with the back of his fingers. Placing his arm around her small waist, come my angel breakfast waits.
Guiding her into the gazebo, a table in the center is filled to overflowing with fruits and nectar filled silver goblets. Picking up one of the goblets he hands it to her, she takes it, he picks up another for himself. Lifting it towards her and saying, to you my angel you ARE my dreams and wishes come true!!! They both drink from the goblets. Making sure she's seated comfortably on the gazebo bench, he fixes her a plate of delectable fruits, bringing the plate he sits beside her, and piece-by-piece feeds the fruit to his angel. Kissing the juices that drip from her lips, slowly drinking the nectar from her chin. She reaches and takes a cluster of grapes from the plate, plucking one from the cluster, she places it to his lips, and he takes it eagerly from her dainty fingers. Tracing his lips with her index finger as he chews and swallows the grape. They feed each other ever morsel of fruit on the plate, and drink the nectar from the goblets. Placing the plate on the table and returning to sit by her, taking his sweet angel in his arms, lifting her chin with his fingertips, they stare deep into each other's eyes. Each reading the love and desire that only the eyes can reveal. Slowly and gently he touches his lips to hers, softly placing butterfly kisses from one side of her small lips to the other. With just the tip of his tongue he traces the line between her lips, savoring the taste of her sweet nectar, slowly easing his tongue between her lips, pushing gently, entering the depths of her honey filled mouth. Their arms going around each other, pulling each other close, their bodies molding together, every part fitting as if it was made for the other. Their tongues swirling together, tasting, loving, exploring, searching every nook-and-cranny of each other's mouths, bodies straining to become one. A cool breeze sweeping into the gazebo, softly touching their heated bodies, shivers of delight, more from the kiss than the cool breeze, coarse through their bodies. Their tongues still entwined, bodies molded together, each savoring the sweet taste of the other. Slowly he pulls his face from hers, they both gasp for air, chests heaving. His strong hands touching her cheeks, showering her face with soft butterfly kisses, her eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, not leaving a spot unkissed. Brushing the long black hair from her neck, trailing kisses down the path to where the shoulders join the neck, stopping at that magic spot. Using the tip of his tongue, swirling around in tiny circles. Her head tilts to the side, allowing him better access to that spot that is so sensitive. Gently he nibbles with his teeth, and then sucks softly on the prized spot, moans of pleasure come from deep within her throat. Like the touch of a soft feather, his hand gently slides the gown from her shoulder, those tantalizing lips kissing and nibbling across the top of her shoulder, then back to her throat, pausing at the magic spot on the other side of her throat, removing the gown from her other shoulder. The sensations causing her back to arch to him, slowly he slides the gown down, revealing her breasts, the brown nipples very erect, begging for attention. He eases her back onto the bench, taking a moment to admire her breasts. Then his fingers start a slow teasing motion, circling the outsides, around and around, and each circle taking him closer and closer to the nipple. The nipples becoming even more erect as the teasing fingers draw closer, just barely touching, circling, teasing her till she could scream.
Finally the sweet torture ends, and a new one begins, with the tip of his index finger he slowly, gently, just barely grazes the nipple. A deep, deep intake of breath is the only sound she can make the feeling is so pleasurable. With his thumb and forefinger he rolls the nipple, softly at first, then slowly increasing the pressure, not to hard, but just enough to send exciting thrills coursing through her body. Lowering his head, he touches his lips to her other nipple, rubbing his closed lips on the nipple. The soft full lips gently tug at it, massaging with his lips as his fingers caress the other one. Sucking the nipple into his mouth, the tongue swirling round and round it. The hot wetness of his mouth driving her wild with desire, her small arms go around his head, fingers grasping his hair, pulling him to her, never wanting him to stop. Angel's body wants more, oh so much more, to feel his lips on every part of her small body, to become one with the man she has desired for eternity. King Goran senses that she is ready for that special time, his hand slowly reaches down and pulls her gown up, exposing the patch of curly black hair. Reluctantly removing his mouth from her breast, staring at the beauty of her naked flesh, his strong hand caressing her inner thighs, first one then the other, her thighs squeezing together with each caress. Gently his hand contacts her very wet magic spot, her body shakes involuntarily with sheer pleasure. Her legs part allowing her king access to her magic kingdom. Her eyes wide open now, begging him for more, he unties the sash of his robe and removes the robe from his shoulders, allowing it to slide off him. Angel's brown eyes devouring his maleness, he leans toward her, their eyes saying what no words could possibly say, their lips touching once again, soft sweet kisses. The kisses that only two people in love can share, not filled with lust, but filled with deep love for each other. Stopping the kisses so they may look into each other's eyes, she feels the tip of his maleness pressing ever so gently to her womanhood. Slowly he enters into the portals of paradise. Being very gentle so his angel will feel no pain, she must experience only pleasure from him, easing his shaft into her a little at a time, allowing her smallness to adjust to him. At last the whole of him is inside his precious angel, her eyes tell him she has only felt pleasure. Her perfect small lips whisper to him, now you truly are MY king, the king of every part of me. A smile comes across his lips, and you my Angel are truly mine, not just a portrait, but also a real flesh and blood woman.
The rhythm of their passion begins very slowly, with each thrust the rhythm increases, her juices flowing over his manhood. He sets the pace for his angel, she matches him thrust for thrust, their bodies becoming one. Beads of perspiration popping out all over his body as he fights for control, not wanting to reach the heavens without his angel reaching it first. The feel of her hot wet love nest almost causing his control to float away on the cool breeze. Both of them not wanting the joy and beauty of this moment to ever end, but the desire to make it complete must win. Words of love whispered into each other's ears, passion growing with each thrust, and morning sun casting sweet shadows across their entwined bodies. Suddenly Angel starts to moan his name, over and over, as the throes of climax start, her legs wrap around his waist, thighs squeezing, heels digging into his buttocks, wanting him as deep inside her as possible. Her nectar pouring over his rod, the control he had is now flowing deep into her hot tight love box. "OH ANGEL," the only words he's able to speak, smothering her soft delicate face with kisses, as every drop of his juice flows deep into her. Angel's love nest convulses, tightening and squeezing, devouring every drop of the nectar that is meant for only her.
Laying on his side snuggling her tight to him, both reveling in the aftermath of their lovemaking, her small hands caressing his cheeks, his eyes staring into hers. My angel, I have a question to ask of you, he whispers. Raising to a sitting position, he reaches and takes something from the table and then, completely nude, he gets down on one knee, grasps her left hand, placing something on her ring finger, and in a voice filled with emotion and love he says, "My beautiful angel, please do me the honor of becoming my queen!" Tears slide freely down her cheeks as she looks from the gorgeous emerald and diamond ring to his love filled eyes. A dainty smile crosses her trembling lips, YES my king! Jumping up and pulling her to him, drowning her with kisses, finally my life is complete he tells her, and my life too my handsome king, she whispers to him!
THE END
 |
Angelbrneyes
|
|
have your comments about her story Email: angelbrneyes@hotmail.com ICQ UIN #: 8675233 |
|
|
you cease to exist. Keep dreaming! |
|
 |
|
FIRST ANNIVERSARY of PATRICK'S UNIVERSE
3rd Oct, 1998 to 3rd Oct, 1999 |
A Patrick's Universe Presentation |
| Back to HOMEPAGE |
| PERSONAL TOUCH | MY EARLY POEMS | CREED |
|
||
| Information, Acknowledgement & Copyrights Latest Release - Information Service Complete Page Index | |||
Email: rotcivz@hotmail.com ICQ #: 15137501 |
|||
|
|||
