Chosen Bride of the Seven Dark Princes

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

After the twins had left the night before, leaving the dress and jewelry with her, Slate had also returned to his room.

'If you miss me, come to me', he had said, but her mind was in such a whirl, it was as if she needed the time and space to be alone, to rest, to not even think.

She turned this way. Then she turned that way. Then she turned on her tummy. But then her neck began to ache, so she flipped onto her back.

It was impossible to sleep. Her mind kept whirling with everything that had happened and she could barely contain her tumultuous thoughts.

Her life was such a huge chaos at the moment. All her carefully laid plans for becoming an archaeologist and traveling the world to study ancient civilizations seemed to have belonged in a past life.

It was barely two weeks ago, but it seemed so long ago and far away. she could barely see what was coming next.

Candi endured another hour of restless twisting and turning and finally, she gave up. Throwing her covers back, she slid to the floor and padded to the door.

Poking her head out into the hallway lit with cool blue lights, she glanced this way and that. No one was around.

She quickly moved across the hall and stood flushed against the entryway. Reaching out with a hesitant hand, she gave a gentle rap against the door.

Within seconds, the door opened. Candi felt herself being picked up and carried inside by a pair of very familiar tree trunk arms.

"What took you so long?" A deep husky voice sounded into her ear. "I was starting to think you no longer cared and had forgotten about me."

He sounded forlorn and woeful as he nuzzled his head into her neck.

The room was dimly lit and she could barely see him after having emerged from the bright hallway, but she could smell the familiar faint musky vanilla scent of his male skin.

She reached out to touch him, feeling his familiar hard tree trunk body.

"Were you waiting? What if I'd fallen asleep?"

Slate picked her up and took her over to his bed where he sat both of them down, with her settled on his lap.

"Then I would have stayed up until morning, and then I would have invaded your room and demand just payback for making me wait all night in vain."

He began nuzzling her neck with soft warm lips even as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of her right breast.

"I have missed you so much. We've been apart for so long that my body is going into withdrawal for want of your touch."

Candi gave a swift intake of breath as the sweet sensation from her nipple blossomed throughout her body. Her nipple hardened and became erect within seconds, poking from behind the fabric of the hospital gown.

He smiled at her reaction and reached out with both hands, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. Then he lowered his head and pushed his face into the space between her breasts, breathing deeply.

"You smell so good Candace, like sweet summer fruit wine. I am trying to contain myself because you're not mine, but I cannot help myself. I am starving." He whispered into her bosom.

"What happens if you cannot control yourself?"

He paused for a moment.

"I'm not sure, but I know this. If it wasn't for this damned Avgo competition which binds you to its ancient marriage dictates and stipulations, do you honestly think I would allow for any other man to have a chance to be with you?"

Suddenly, with the growl of a beast, he grabbed the neckline of her hospital gown with both hands and tore the fabric apart, exposing her entire front.

Her pink areolas peeked out at Slate, making him smile with anticipation. His fingers curled around the soft mounds, kneading and playing with them.

Leaning closer, he began rubbing them against his face and his lips. "Ahhhh. I can't get enough of your breasts. They drive me insane."

Candi leaned her head back, her pink lips parted as she breathed in the scent of his body and hers, intermingling.

She could hear the uncontrollable wanton sounds that her throat was making, a mewling gasping choking sound that incited Slate more and more. Her body trembled from the sweet tingly sensations he was causing on her nipples.

He cupped her breasts and sucked hard on the milky softness, creating red kiss marks. Then, he returned to her nipples and concentrated on them, licking and sucking, first one then the other.

He continued licking and sucking at her erect nipples until she could no longer sit still.

"Slate…" she mewled.

"Use your words, Candace." He whispered. "If you want me to stop, tell me now because I am close to reaching the point of no return."

"Aaaahhhh, Slate." She gasped "Don't stop…"

"Hold on, Baby Girl." He whispered.

He shifted her body until she was straddling him on the bed, and then slowly, he reached under her gown. The fabric was so thin that it might as well have been nonexistent.

He pushed the front of the fabric up until he could see her underwear. His fingers reached in and he began gently tickling her bud from the outside.

The sensation of his touch was electrifying. Candi gasped, twitching her body.

He grabbed her jaw and brought her mouth back to his. As his fingers played against the cloth fabric of her underwear, he began plundering her mouth with his tongue.

The interplay of the two stimulus points was more than she could handle. Candi sobbed and mewled, the sounds caught in her throat.

Her underwear had gotten soaked from his touching. With one quick movement, Slate hooked a finger into the fabric and with a sharp extended claw, tore it from her body, setting her womanhood free from the constraints of the panties.

Then he retracted his claw, exposing the soft tips of his fingers. Reaching down, he began swirling and rubbing against her nub, dipping into her moist sensitive crevice, playing her like a sweetly taut instrument.

"Aaahhh! Haaahh haaaahhh," she gasped. Her toes curled with the intense sensation. Her fingers reflexively reached for him.

"I want to---haaaah---touch you too…" she blindly grabbed at the front of his robe, pulling apart the ties and reaching in to touch his chest.