The Royal Mark-Chapter 73: Good Spot

Chris gently inserted both of his hands beneath her cloak, encircling her waist with his arms, while his head found a comfortable resting place on her shoulder. ’He must be quite exhausted,’ Elsa pondered. It was a chilly night so she didn’t mind his arms inside her cloak.

Chris remained in this intimate embrace for a while, not for slumber, but to savor this fleeting moment with her. He could sense Elsa’s occasional shivers as the cold wind brushed past them.

After a few minutes, Elsa felt Chris scooch forward and she felt his hard manhood pressing against her behind causing her to straighten her back and her body to become stiff.

’Is he dreaming about something erotic? His cock is screaming loud!’ she exclaimed inwardly.

The next thing she felt was his right hand moving up to her chest and when it reached its destination, his hand pulled down the front neckline of her underdress freeing her bosoms. Her grip on the rein tightened as she called out, "Chris? Are you awake?"

"Mmm..." he mumbled.

Chris played with her nipple, pinching and tugging, before rolling it with his thumb and index finger, making it turn hard.

"C-Chris, what are you doing, we are riding a horse," Elsa stammered.

"You are cold, I am just helping you stay warm."

"What? That is absurd. Either that’s the truth or you are enjoying turning me on!" Elsa accused.

"Did you just admit that I turned you on? I’m glad that this is effective on both. Your body is getting warmer now and I can smell that you are wet down there." Chris moved his left hand and slid it under Elsa’s dress.

"Let me check if you are really wet," Chris uttered.

"What? Chris please stop my uncles are just right behind us and I might lose control of the horse!" Elsa said with a bit of panic in her voice. She was worried that Andrius and Drake would see them and at the same time, she was also afraid of falling from the horse. Those are not regular horses, they are bigger and taller, the best of the stallions in Zemaria.

"Then better stay quiet and do not let go of that rein, so your fears won’t happen," Chris blurted before massaging Elsa’s clit in a circular motion, "Ah, yes, I am right. You are wet here."

"Fuc–Chris, stop!" Elsa’s heart pounded in her chest. The sensation of his fingers sent lightning bolts to her spine.

"Shh... Keep your voice down," Chris said without a care in the world as he continued his sensual assault.

He started kissing her neck slowly licking her skin going up her ear. He then sucked her earlobe sending shivers and causing Elsa’s hairs on the back to rise up. Chris moved his fingers faster making Elsa arch her back and he took this opportunity to pull her and make her lean on his chest before sliding in his middle finger.

Elsa bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning, but god knows how hard she wanted to let out that moan of pleasure she’d been holding. He took time in pleasuring her, kneading and squeezing each of her mounds as he slowly slid in and out his finger into her core.

His slow movements were making her wetter by the second and it’s making Chris’ hand completely wet. He suddenly stopped moving his middle finger in and out of her but it didn’t stop there. She felt his thumb join the fun, it rubbed her clit while his middle finger scratched her walls.

It made her roll her head back hitting Chris’ shoulder, she wanted to scream as she felt her walls swell, and with every scratch that he made, the tingling sensation that she felt inside her intensified.

"Oh God, Chris, please stop..." Elsa pleaded and to her surprise both his hands stopped moving. But only his right hand that was touching her bosom moved away under the cloak and he took the reins from her. His left hand stayed there unmoving with his middle finger still inside her.

"Okay. I will stop, only because I need to. Act normal," he said.

’Normal?’ she asked herself inwardly, ’How can I act normal with a finger inside my pussy!’

She wanted to say it out loud but she saw lights not too far on the road so she fixed her sitting position and accidentally clenched Chris’ finger that was curved deep inside her hitting that good good spot and making her explode. Her walls throb as she squirts hard on Chris’ hand while her legs uncontrollably shake.

"Fuck!" she quickly covered her mouth and grabbed Chris’ arm holding the rein and gripping it so hard scratching his skin. She tried to close together her convulsing legs but she’s riding a horse so she can only put them together to a certain extent. But oh boy it was a wrong move, for Chris’ finger only hit her g-spot more accurately and precisely.

"Mmm..." she tightened her hold on her mouth that it already hurt but the light on the road was closing in and she must not utter a single word... or on her case – a single moan.

Chris pulled the reins making the horse walk slowly, then he grabbed her by the waist making sure she would not fall. Still, his left middle finger stayed inside her as he wear a proud smirk.

"I fucking hate you!" Elsa exclaimed after coming down from her climax. She wiped the unshed tears that built up in her eyes while trying to stop herself from making lewd noises.

Chris chuckled and playfully wiggled his middle finger that was still inside her, "No, you don’t. My hand is so drenched and it’s so fucking erotic. I won’t let you go tonight, just wait and stay still."

Elsa furrowed her brows not understanding what he meant but she could no longer ask her questions for they already reached the source of the light.

It was a soldier’s outpost, they were checking everyone who was heading towards the castle. Elsa’s heart pounded once more, for she saw a lot of soldiers not less than five and Chris seemed like he had no plans of removing his finger from her core even though there were a lot of people in front of them.

Fortunately, it was the middle of the night and the cloak was dark and thick, perfectly hiding his arm and the salacious act happening inside it.

One of the soldiers approached them with a torch in one hand. Chris positioned the horse to the left of the road ensuring that the soldier would walk to their right side where his hand was holding the rein.