Ifrit Boyfriend Ikid 2 (complete)

    You’re waiting patiently at your window, looking out over the kingdom. Your father had sent Ikid out to an important meeting in Obresh. Recent happenings in all the Ruby Empire have had everyone on edge. In a show of trust to Ikid and for a chance to see what Ikid was made of, your father sent him to the meeting of rulers. Ikid was on his way home now, and he should be back any minute.

    You’ve missed him so much, and you can’t wait to see him. Your wedding was put on hold until he got back. Once he was home and gave good news, you would finally have your wedding day set. You look up, seeing a twinkling light on the horizon. You then see a bird fly towards your window. It flashes, and suddenly, Ikid is sitting on your windowsill.

    “Hello gorgeous,” he tilts his head. “Did you miss me?”

    You jump up from your seat and rush to him. He wraps you up in his big warm arms and kisses the top of your head.

    “I’m so glad you’re home!” You nuzzle to his chest.

    “Hey, look at me,” he tilts your chin up. “There it is.” He dips down, kissing you and he moans softly. “That’s the stuff.” He kisses you again, picking you up as he does. He walks you over to the bed and laying you down. Ikid crawls on top of you.

    “Wait,” you giggle as he kisses your neck. “My father.”

    “Shh,” he hisses. “Don’t remind me. I’m in the zone right now.” He kisses you again. His hot tongue swirling around inside your mouth. “I’ve waited long enough. I missed you so much I thought my flames would extinguish.”

    “I missed you too,” you moan as he hokes up your skirts. “But you promised-”

    Ikid growls and sits up, his flames glowing brightly. “The promise,” he growls and kisses you. “Fine.” He stands up and cracks his neck. “I suppose I should go report to your father first before I set you aflame.”

    You giggle and smooth out your skirts. “I would greatly appreciate it if you did.”

    He sighs as he looks at you. “But I see you and I just...all that time I was gone.” He kneels down before you and lays his head in your lap. “I was so lonely! All the other kings and queens there were so scary.”

    “What was so scary about them?” You ask.

    “Everything!” Ikid pops up. “They’re actually kings and queens! They actually knew what they were doing and talking about! Don’t get me started on the Rakshasa king, he made me cry.”

    You gasp. “What’d he do to you?”

    “Nothing!” Ikid gasps. “He just talked, and he was really good.” He huffs and shakes his head. “It amazed me how much they were dedicated to their people. It made me think about myself. How was I going to be a king like these royals when my only concern the entire time was going home?”

    Ikid looks up at you. “I know what being a king is but it is so much more than that. This meeting showed me that. They all sacrificed themselves for their people. They gave up their positions in order to assure that all those beneath them were safe.”

    “And what did you do?” You clutch his hand.

    “I did what I thought you would do,” he whispers. “I gave them my crown too. It was so scary. But I knew in my heart, had you been there, you would have done that same. You would have agreed with everything Amit had to say.” He then sighs. “I am terrified about what to tell your father.”

    “If you did what you know is right, he’ll respect your answer,” you tell him. “Ikid, I am so sorry you were alone.”

Ikid smiles. “I just wanted you there,” he whispers. “Everyone there had someone with them, and I was just...I was so alone.”

    You touch his cheek and smile sweetly at him. “Next time, I’ll be by your side.”

    “It made me realize that, more than anything, I do want you. I need you.” He kisses you softly. “I want to be yours, one way or another. I love you so much.”

    You smile at him, returning his gentle kiss. “I love you too, Ikid.”

    “That’s why, after I give my report, I’m going to ask your father that tonight to hurry up our wedding.” He runs his fingers through your hair, and it curls to his heat. “I can’t keep waiting.”

    You kiss his palm. “You best go see him now then.”

    He nods and huffs. “I will. I just don’t want to leave you. I know the meeting will last long into the night. You’ll be asleep.”

    You smile. “You can wake me up,” you whisper. “Just come through the fireplace, like always. I’ll wait for you.”

    He chuckles and runs his thumb along your lips. “And how will you wait for me?” He purrs. “Will you be naked?”

    You chuckle and kiss his thumb. “I’ll make sure it’s a surprise.”

    “I do love surprise,” he licks his lips with his molten tongue. “I’ve been starving so something plump and juicy,” he snarls into your ear. “Made something like a peach?” Ikid’s hand gropes your rear.

    You burst out laughing and give him a long kiss. “You’ve been thinking a lot about this haven’t you?”

    “It is all I had to keep me sane!” He sighs dramatically. “The thought of your breasts was what kept me alive some nights out there.”

    You smirk at him. “Just my breasts?” You scoff.

    He kisses you. “Surprises, my love,” he whispers. “I’ll tell you the rest when I get back. As I said, it could take a long time.”

    You nod and kiss his cheek. “Take your time. I’m just glad to see you safe and at home.”

    “Me too,” Ikid kisses your palm. He lingers, not wanting to leave and he continues to steal kisses. You eventually shoo him away, and he goes to meet with your father.

    Day melts into night, and the room grows cold. You light a small fire to keep warm, and you have coffee delivered to your room. You want to stay awake for Ikid, to greet him and give him a proper welcome home. 

    The two of you had promised to not sleep together until your wedding night, but you had both found loopholes around that. You had touched and tormented one another, but you had not yet been penetrated by Ikid and his fiery cock. 

    During his absence, you had been plagued by many dreams where Ikid had come to you, rigid and dominating,  and he took you in a rough fashion. You had woken many a night in a sweat and with an aching, wet cunt. It had become quite the issue that, you felt you couldn’t wait any longer for Ikid and his touch. 

    That evening, half asleep and drifting, the fireplace bursts into golden flames and Ikid steps out. Yous it up, rubbing your eyes. 

    “How was the meeting?” You grumble sleepily.

    “Long,” he sighs and sits beside you on the bed. “You look exhausted.” He kisses you and eases you down into the pillows. “Go to sleep.”

    You shake your head. “If I go to sleep I’ll only dream of you.” You take his hand and firmly grasp his wrist. “I would much rather have the real you.” You open your robe, showing him you’re naked underneath. You place his palm on your breast, making him knead and grope it.

    Ikid growls. “My princess,” he pants. “How dare you?”

    You smirk back. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all the things you’ve been doing to me in my dreams,” you purr. “Depraved, dirty, perverted things,” you mewl. 

    “Who? Me?” He chuckles. He dips down, kissing you and moves away your robes, looking down at your naked body. “Still so plump and peachy.” He kisses between your breasts and down to your belly. He then pulls the covers up over you. 

    “What?” You pout.

    “As much as I want to bury myself in your steamy garden I must confess I am too exhausted to give you the hard, animalistic pounding you want.” He lays down and pulls you into his arms. “I didn’t realize how tired I would be.”

    “It’s ok,” you whisper. “I’d rather see you rest than anything.”

    He kisses your hair and cheek. “Your father promised that now a wedding would happen soon. But I’m afraid the wedding night will have to happen sooner,” he whispers. “After seeing this side of you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to think of anything else.”

    You giggle and let him rest his head on your breasts. “Just get some sleep, Ikid.”

    “I will,” he yawns, and his flames grow dim. “You sleep too.”

    You drift to sleep, kept warm by Ikid’s body. Come morning, Ikid has snuck back to his room, so when the maid arrives, you’re alone. You get bathed and dressed for the day then go to have breakfast with your father and Ikid. 

    “Ikid tells me he is impatient on waiting for the wedding,” your father says. “How do you feel?”

    Your cheeks burn, and you glance at Ikid. “I feel the same way,” you admit. “I would like to get married soon.”

    Your father nods. “I’ll get to working on it,” he says. “Ikid did a good job in Obresh. I’m very impressed with him.”

    “Thank you, sir, but I was honored to do it.” Ikid glance over at you and he smiles. “I only hope I’ll be the king your daughter deserves.”

    “I’m sure you will. After what you told me last night.” Your father beams proudly.

    That afternoon you go horseback riding with some of your friends in the kingdom. You end up being gone longer than expected, missing dinner and having to take a meal in your room. Once you get undressed and settled, you sit down at the table to eat your food.

    “About time,” Ikid says as he steps out of the firepit.

    You wave at him. “Hi.”

    “Don’t ‘hi’ me young lady,” he growls as he kisses your cheek and neck. “Being out late and having a good time, makes me sick.” He teases as he steals a kiss. “Did you have fun?”

    “Yes, lots,” you giggle.

    “Ugh, horrible,” he takes another kiss. “You taste good.”

    “Orange tea,” you chuckle.

    Ikid takes a seat at the table and sighs. He picks up a book of the table, flipping through it as you eat. He then suddenly slips under the table. You gasp when you feel his hands slide under your robes. He spreads your legs apart, and you feel his heat burn against you.

    “Ah-” you moan. “Ikid?” You gasp.

    “Just keep eating,” Ikid growls. “I am.” He kisses your mound, and his tongue pressed between your folds.

    You cry out then quickly cover your mouth with your hand. You look under the table and give him a warning look. “Ikid! What are you doing?”

    He moans and plunges his molten tongue inside you. You whimper and shiver as you start to melt for him. You sigh and shiver as you grip the edges of the table. 

    “Ikid,” you mewl as you throw your head back.

    He slurps and moans, kissing you and licking you. “My princess gets wet,” he grins. “She may put me out.” He kisses your clit, swirling his tongue around it before sucking.

    You gasp, and your leg kicks. You grip harder on the table and grit your teeth. “Ikid!” You gasp and moan. “Oh, gods...what are you doing to me?”

    He growls and pants. “Making you cum.” He sucks your clit again, and you cover your mouth. You cup both hands over your mouth as you let out a wild cry. Your hips arch off the chair and rub against Ikid’s face. You then flop back down, your head hanging over the back of the chair your hands still sealed around your lips.

    Ikid climbs out from under the table, a massive grin on his face. He peels your hands away, kissing you and stealing your breath. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you,” he purrs.

    You look up at him, dazed and dreamy. “Oh wow,” you pant.

    He chuckles and pinches your cheek. “I know right?” He picks you up from the chair and carries you to the fireplace. He lays you down there so your stomach in on the ground.

    “Mmm,” you stretch. “What are you doing now?”

    He takes a candle from the wall and holds it in his hand. He holds it over you, and you gasp as you feel the hot wax splatter on your back. It drips and drips, stinging and then cooling. You whimper, biting your lip as Ikid’s free hand rubs your ass and then his fingers slip between your legs. His warm fingers pet your sensitive slit as the wax drips down your back and shoulders.

    “Not fair,” you mewls.

    “What isn’t fair?” Ikid purrs.

    You glance over your shoulder at him. “What about you?”

He grins at you. “Why? What do you want to do to me?” He whispers. “Tell me, my princess,” he says. “I want to hear it.”

You sit up and move to his lap. You kiss down his chest as the wax continues to drip over you. You’re pleased to see his cock is already hard and eager. It throbs and oozes a dark red liquid. You lick the tip, tasting him and lapping up the red liquid. You moan softly, looking up at him as you take him into your mouth.

“Too good,” Ikid moans. “Anh-” he hisses as you suck him. “Princess,” he whimpers. “What are you trying to do to me.”

You slurp him up, licking his shaft and kissing his tip. You kiss down the side and take him back into your mouth again. You bob your head, slurping and sucking him like a piece of cinnamon candy. He growls and snarls, gasping for breath as he starts to roll his hips. He pushes into your mouth as his breath shudders.

“Anh-” he grunts, and his tip goes into your throat. He throbs, gushing cum down your throat and into your mouth. His hot, glowing cum spattered on your lips and cheeks as he pulls out. It dribbles down your chin and between your breasts.

“Oh shit,” he growls. He then smirks. “Although, you do look cute.”

You swallow what he gave you and lick your lips. You crawl on top of him, kissing him and rubbing your body against his. He kisses you back, rolling you onto the floor. Your legs loop around his waist and his fingers slip inside you.

“Mmm!” You groan as you feel him inside you.

Ikid pants and whispers into your ear. “Give me a second, love,” he purrs. “Give me a second.” He kisses you and bites your lip. “I’ll give myself to you. Just one second.”

You whimper and writhe on the floor, his heat feels so good inside you. He watches as his fingers move inside you and he strokes himself. He gazes at your body and soon, his cock is rigid and high again.

“Ok,” he pants, moving back between your thighs. “Are you ready?”

You look up at him and grab him, pulling him down and kissing him. “It’s all I want.”

Ikid grins, slowly positioning himself, he rubs his tip against your dewy lips. “Are you sure?” He murmurs. 

“Absolutely,” you grab him. “Take me.”

He kisses you, thrusting inside you. You cry out, and he silences your moans with a kiss. His thick, warm cock stuffs you full, stretching your inner walls, so you melt around him. He is your first, and with any luck, he’ll be your last and only.

He stills and groans, trembling with effort not to go now. You touch his face, and he kisses your palm. “I’m ok, love. I’m ok.” He looks at you and starts to move. He rolls his hips, grinding himself inside you. He studies your expression, learning what feels good and what makes you moan. 

He starts to move faster, enjoying the fact that the rough he is, the more you enjoy it. He grunts and snarls, bucking hard inside you. You grab hold of him, wrapping yourself around him and holding on for dear life. He snarls in your ear, breathing hard.

“I’m going to cum,” he moans. “Oh fuck, love, I’m going to cum.”

You nod and kiss him. “Me too,” you mewl. “Ikid, oh gods-” you gasp. He kisses you to cover your loud cries.

He snarls and roars, and with great effort, he pulls out. His cum splatters over your belly and breasts. The bright, glowing cum covers your skin. He spills every drop on you, panting hard and shallow.

He flops onto the ground beside you. “I didn’t want to…” he swallows and pants. “If I came inside.”

You run your fingers through his cum. “It’s hot.”

He chuckles. “I couldn’t risk you being pregnant at the wedding,” he sits up and kisses you. “I’ll save that for the wedding night.”

You smile at him. “I suppose we should save something special for that night,” you moan and stretch, glad for the cool tiles against your back. Everything else was smoldering hot, and you loved it. You roll over, melting into Ikid’s arms. 

“Let me help you get a bath,” he purrs.

You shake your head. “Not right now,” you whisper. “I’m happy here.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Ok, we’ll stay a little longer.” He snuggles back beside you, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Are you happy?” he asks. “I mean, do you feel ok?” He sounds a bit nervous.

You sit up and smile down at him. “I made love with the person that means most to me in this world. I’m over the moon.”

He grins and kisses you. “Me too.”