6. Sex With Gabriella

Alpha Ashton's POV

My feet only ever lead me here whenever I’m thinking with my dick, like this moment, with the hurried speed at which my feet shuffle.

The door is just two meters ahead. As soon as I’m behind that door, I can let it all out.

Just two meters, I comfort myself under my breath as I stare at the pink door leading to the only place I ever visit outside the palace. Gabriella’s massage shop.

With a bang, I push the door open, startling those inside, but the moment their eyes meet my towering figure at the door, their expressions change from annoyance from the interruption to a look of adoration I had long gotten used to.

My eyes scanned the room for the sight of the only woman I trusted my raging cock with, and they landed on her backside.

Wide, beautiful, all oiled up. Her ass crack sucked in the soaked linen material she wore whenever she was at work, which just made it perfect.

“Gabriella!” I called out. She turned, startled.

“Alpha Ashton, you didn’t tell me you were coming. Do you need a massage?” Her professional look was gone as soon as she saw me, and right now, her smile glowed just as bright as the reflection of her skin under the red lighting in the room.

“Why else would I be here?” I asked, unmoving from where I stood right beside the door.

“Then,” she drawled, letting the strap of her dress fall down her shoulder, then stopped to face the other people in the room, as if the sudden gasp from one of her customers reminded her that we weren’t the only ones in the room.

“I’m sorry everyone, but we are closed for today,” she turned to them, and without any complaints whatsoever, customers and workers alike packed up and left, leaving just the both of us.

“Will you be staying the night, Your Highness?” She poured more oil onto her skin and I watched it drizzle like honey in between her cleavage before soaking.

“I only need a release,” I croaked, hating the helplessness and desperation that overcame me the moment I left Mia’s room.

The very urge to possess her and the urge to wait till she was ripe enough clashed and made blood rush in all the wrong places all at once. The loss of control led me here.

Despite the number of times I’d promised myself not to.

“I see. I will make sure to serve you well,” her voice sounded from beneath me. Then the feeling of her hands on my bare thighs as she crawled up to grab my ass while her tongue grazed my dick from the root right between my balls up to my tip.

Just what I needed.

I grunted and grabbed her hair in a ponytail before locking the door with a click.

“I trust you.” I closed my eyes, curled my head back, and guided my whole length in her wide, willing lips.

She croaked, but her grip on my waist tightened. She wouldn’t let go.

Everyone wanted a taste of me, so why did Mia sound so much like she was in a hurry to get away from me?

Like she would rather be in hell than in my presence.

I pulled her head back, loving the pop sound Gabriella’s mouth made at the loss of contact.

“Why?” she whined, but the moment she raised her head to meet mine, her glistening eyes were replaced with Mia’s.

The glow in her eyes when she was angry, doing her best to stand up for a lost cause. If only she had used those lips of hers for better things instead.

I shook my thoughts and watched as Gabriella greedily lapped on the precum on my tip, a hum of satisfaction vibrating from her throat as soon as I released my grip and let her take it all till it hit the very back of her throat.

She choked, but continued to suck on it.

My dick reacted, pumping, getting hotter. But it wasn’t enough for me to get high off.

“Get on the bed,” I grunted instead.

“What? But you...” she started to argue, but the only person who I’ve let do that and go scot-free is Mia. There won’t be a second.

“You talk too much.” With a huff, I pulled her to her feet. Using her hips as a pivot, she arched her back and palmed the wall for support.

Using my knees, I parted her staggering legs until there was enough space for entrance.

Without much thought, I thrusted my hip forward, moaning as her inner walls clenched tightly around my throbbing length.

“Oh, Alpha Ashton,” she threw her head back, giving me her neck to grab as a point of balance.

I continued to buck my hips and arch my back, in and out, as her moans filled the room. Soon enough they turned into whimpers.

Whimpers I couldn’t help but imagine in Mia’s voice.

Her submission will be sweet to taste on the first night of the auspicious week. Her tightness would make me cum at my first thrust.

The mere thought of that caused my veins to strain.

Once again, I attempted to thrust in, but despite the oil and friction we’d managed to build over time, the increase in size caused for the both of us to pause.

With a flex of my wrist, I turned her to face me. Her face glistened with tears, but the drool in her mouth only confirmed one thing: she was leaking from more than one place.

One step into her and her back hit the wall with a thud. I’d fucked her with only one of my dicks, but at this moment, both of them throbbed for a release.

My hand went underneath her, to the bend of her calf, and I straightened it until her legs were stretched on my chest. Her other leg staggered forward at the stretch and my tails strained in search of a hole to release the sperm in.

“Open wide,” her mouth stretched with the help of my thumb. I rubbed her teeth to the back then pressed my finger pad on the back of her throat.

She gagged and arched her back, pushing her chest into mine. Perfect.

Without any further ado, my two stretched cocks entered both of her holes.

Clearly she was expecting it, but they glided in smoothly. My tip hit the entrance of her womb and stretched her stomach.

“Oh God,” she worshiped as her fingers dug into the skin of my shoulders. They’ll heal.

I thrust in, and out, in and out twice, then three times, as her orgasm wrecked through her.

“I’m cumming,” she writhed underneath me as my hips continued to slam into her, going at an even higher pace as my seeds built up, ready to spill.

It was at this moment that I stabbed into her mouth with my sperm-releasing tail. Her eyes flashed in surprise but she quickly adjusted, slurping it with my tongue and swallowing every drop of sperm as soon as it shot into her throat.

The moment my seeds were released into her womb, my dick went limp and easily slipped out.

“Thank you,” I said as my grip on her loosened and she slumped to the ground, her chest heaving from breathing heavily.

As I bent to pull up my pants, I caught a glimpse of my active seeds slipping out of her vulva and the thought of how those seeds will fertilize the human incubator soon excited me.

“Let’s do another round. I swear I’m not tired,” Gabriella got up to her knees, her hips bucking and thighs shaking from the impact of her orgasm.

“Not tonight.” Or any other night. But I didn’t tell her that.

“I’ll top up your account,” was the word of comfort that I offered instead as I walked towards the door. The palace needs me.

“You are acting so cold to me. Did I do something wrong? I don’t ask for much but...”

“Gabriella,” I paused at the door, “we had an agreement. No feelings involved and we will only build this bed chemistry that we have. I have other tasking roles to do and you know that.”

“I know,” her voice dropped, sounding resigned as she got to her feet and started to put things back in place.

I let out a breath of fresh air and was just about to turn around to leave again when the sound of crashing made me pause. I turned to see that the clothes in her hands had dropped to the ground, dragging the glass bottle of oil with them.

My eyes searched her blank ones. She stared into my eyes in a daze like she wanted to find answers for something that genuinely puzzled her.

“Is there someone else?” Her voice shook at the question and my eyebrows furrowed.

“There has never been anyone. Not even you,” I said in a final tone before leaving finally. We had an agreement. Why did she seem so desperate for more?