Covered in My Essence - R18

Chapter - 31

The aroma of fried bacon and eggs tickled my nostrils, a scent that promised a delicious start to the day. A pleasant warmth enveloped my lower body, a soft, yielding pressure against my groin. I opened my eyes, blinking away the lingering remnants of sleep, and turned my head.

On the bedside table sat a breakfast tray laden with a feast: a stack of perfectly browned pancakes, croissants, crispy bacon strips, glistening sausages, and two perfectly poached eggs. The aroma intensified, making my mouth water. But it was the sensation against my cock that truly captured my attention. The soft, yielding pressure had shifted, moving with an undulating motion.

I shifted slightly, looking to my side to find Celestine was gone from the bed, but the source of the delightful pressure remained. I then pulled the bedsheet completely away from my waist, revealing the surprisingly familiar sight of Celestine's ample breasts, nestled around my rock hard cock. Her hands were cupping and squeezing her own breasts, expertly manipulating them in a way that sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my throbbing cock.

"Good morning, Your Highness," she purred, her voice husky, her amber eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your maids brought in breakfast a while ago, and I thought I'd wake you up in a… special way. Hope you don't mind." Her sultry smile was irresistible.

"This is a wonderful way to wake up," I groaned, a moan escaping my lips as her breasts grazed against the sensitive skin of my cock with each gentle up and down movement. "I won't mind if you keep doing it in the future as well."

As her breasts squished tighter around my shaft, a delightful pressure building at the base of my cock, Celestine's breathing grew heavier. A glistening sheen of moisture appeared on her skin as her nipples tightened, becoming erect and prominent against my cock. Saliva began to accumulate at the corners of her mouth; a string of drool escaped and splashed onto my cock. Her breasts, now slick with her drool, became progressively wetter, their plush surfaces shining in the morning light. My cock was too large to be completely enveloped, so the cockhead jutted out from the valley of her breasts. 

"You're so magnificent, Your Highness," Celestine murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So big, so masculine." Without breaking the rhythm of her ministrations, she lowered her head, her lips finding my cockhead. Her tongue began a slow, circling motion, teasing and tormenting the sensitive tip while her breasts continued their rhythmic dance around my shaft. The combination of sensations was almost overwhelming as I let out a low groan.

I reached down, threading my fingers through her short, blonde hair, pulling gently as she suckled on my cockhead. My hand moved lower, instinctively finding one of her erect nipples, pinching and twisting it, eliciting a soft moan from her as she squeezed her breasts tighter on my cock.

"I'm going to cum," I warned, the words barely a whisper. The pleasure building inside me was intense.

Celestine pulled her head back slightly, her amber eyes fixed on mine, a look of pure, unadulterated lust in their depths. She continued the motion of her breasts, the soft, sensual friction driving me closer to the edge. "Please cover me in your cum, Your Highness," she breathed, her voice raspy with need. "Mark my face. Mark me with your essence." 

With a final, shuddering groan, I unleashed the torrent. My cum, thick and hot, splattered across her face – a stream hitting squarely between her eyes, another curving onto her cheekbone and down her jawline, while several other shots spattered across her neck and her voluptuous breasts which remained firmly clasped around the base of my now-spent cock. Strings of cum dripped from her forehead, trailing down her face. When I finally finished, my body shuddering with the aftermath of release, Celestine's face was a masterpiece of glistening, warm cum – completely drenched in my essence.

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As Celestine slipped into the washroom to freshen up for the day, I turned my attention to the breakfast laid out on the table. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air, tempting me to dig in. I took a bite of a buttery croissant, savoring the flaky texture, when the door to the room creaked open.

Cassandra stepped in, her soft footsteps almost inaudible on the carpet. She carried a neatly folded dress in her hands, her demeanor as composed as ever. Bowing respectfully, she greeted me with a quiet, "Good morning, Your Highness."

"Morning," I acknowledged with a nod, watching as she made her way toward the washroom. She knocked lightly before opening the door just enough to hand Celestine the dress. A soft murmur of thanks came from within, and Cassandra stepped back, waiting by the door until Celestine emerged a moment later.

Celestine stepped into the room, now dressed in the gown Cassandra had brought. It was a deep shade of crimson, trimmed with blue, and clung to her figure in all the right ways. The neckline was modest by most standards, but with her voluptuous frame, it accentuated her curves effortlessly. The sight of her was enough to stir a possessive satisfaction in me—she looked stunning, and she was mine.

"Ready for the day?" I asked her with a smile, gesturing for her to join me at the table.

Celestine returned my smile, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear as she took the seat beside me. She reached for a piece of toast, nibbling delicately as she glanced in my direction.

Meanwhile, Cassandra remained by the door, awaiting further instructions.

"Do you require anything else, Your Highness?" she asked.

I leaned back in my chair, pondering for a moment before responding. "Yes. Go inform Sir Edric Thalor that I'll be in the training hall in about an hour. Let him know I'm expecting him for another lesson in combat and swordsmanship."

Cassandra bowed gracefully. "At once, Your Highness." She exited the room, leaving Celestine and me alone.

Celestine took another small bite of her toast before turning to me. "Your Highness," she began.

I raised a hand, cutting her off gently, and turned to face her. "Jacob," I corrected, my tone firm. "No more 'Your Highness' or anything formal like that. Just Jacob."

Celestine's lips parted slightly, an objection forming on her tongue, but I silenced her with a single finger pressed lightly against her lips.

"Listen," I said, my voice softening as I cupped her chin in my hand, pulling her face toward mine. "You're my concubine now, Celestine. And if even my wives and concubines don't call me by my name, it'll feel like I'm living among strangers. No objections, alright?"

Her amber eyes searched mine, conflicted for a brief moment, but then a warm smile spread across her face. She nodded slowly, her features softening with affection.

"Thank you, Jacob," she said.

I released her chin, but before I could settle back into my seat, she leaned forward. Her hands rested lightly on my chest as she captured my lips with her own. It was a deep, intimate kiss. Her tongue brushed against mine, tentative at first, but growing bolder as our mouths moved together. My hand found its way to the back of her neck, holding her close as we shared this moment.

When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice laced with genuine gratitude.

I brushed my thumb against her cheek. "You don't need to thank me, Celestine. You're mine now. And I take care of what's mine."

Her smile deepened, and she leaned into my touch briefly before returning to her meal, as we began to eat in comfortable silence.