Page 35 of The Stolen Throne

Of this I have no doubt. Four metal balls sit around the head of his cock compared to the single one Rev has under the head of his. Mir starts to stroke himself and, licking his lips, he says, “I’ve got a hidden piercing, too, but you only get to play with that one if you’re a good girl.” He positions himself at my opening, swirling the head around my entrance before entering me in one quick thrust.

“Branimir!” I scream. I feel so full, and his piercings stroke a completely different level of pleasure than Rev’s.

He groans, and his darkness erupts around us. “So fucking tight.” He pulls out before slamming back in to the hilt. I shriek as the metal of his piercings stroke my slick walls, making my body sing with pleasure.

Tendrils slip between us, and I hiss when I feel cold fingers caress my clit. The vast difference between warm and cold increases my pleasure. The darkness around my wrists tightens as he begins to pant. “I want to mark you, like Dax. Make you mine! I want to make you scream like Rev.” He growls. “He told me how soaked you were for him.”

I keen as I try to arch closer to him. “Mir…”

His voice is deep as he continues, “How the floor was covered in your release. How he drank from you for hours.”

He lowers his mouth to my neck and bites down. Hard. Releasing his hold, he then licks away the sting. Moving to the other side, he bites down again, repeating the action over and over until my upper body is covered in teeth marks.

He looks down to admire his work as he pumps inside me. His eyes flare, and he grins wildly. “Mine,” he growls. “You are going to come for me like a good girl.”

He lowers again, covering my breast with his mouth. He sucks hard before biting down while dark tendrils of ice pulse around my clit. “I’m a greedy bastard. I want you dripping. Come!” he demands.

I scream and clamp down on him, arching with pleasure. But the pleasure doesn’t ebb as he continues to thrust into me. My tight channel is strangling his cock.

He groans and praises, “So good, Darling.”

The cold tendrils of his darkness swirl around my fingers, and I stroke the solid shadows holding my palms. Mir’s hips stutter as his eyes flick up to mine. I can’t stop the grin that creases my face as I stroke his darkness again, and he groans. His eyes flutter closed as his head drops back.

His thrusts grow erratic as I continue to stroke the darkness. His breathing is labored as he slams into me one final time, roaring his release. I can’t stop my own orgasm as the world explodes around me. The pleasure of knowing I brought him to climax by stroking the darkness he commands. He pants above me as the darkness recedes, and the hold on my wrists and ankles disappear.

His lips brush against mine as he asks softly, “Are you well, Darling?”

I can’t muster a reply, so I hum my confirmation. His eyes shift to their brilliant forest green, and his deep red hair sticks to his sweaty face. He gives me a soft kiss before pulling away.

I whine and he chuckles. “I’ll be right back, Love.”

My chest feels fluttery at the endearment. The bed shifts as he slips off, but it’s only a few moments later that I feel a warm, damp cloth against my sensitive folds. I whimper as he gently cleans me up, then I hear a splat.

“What was that?” I mumble.

“I threw the cloth on the floor. I’ll pick it up later.” He slides back into bed, pulling me into his arms. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, we settle together in the softly lit room.

“I should get up and…” My mind blanks as I try to come up with a reason to leave the bed.

“And what, Darling?”

“I have no idea,” I say and sigh. “You’re too comfortable for me to think clearly.”

He chuckles as he pulls me closer. “Then let’s just lie here for a while.”

“I suppose I don’t have anything better to do.”

“Exactly.”

“A few moments pass before I get the courage to say, “You don’t have to be afraid to show me what you want or who you are. I don’t mind your dark and lustful thoughts.”

He chuckles. “I will remember that from now on, Darling.”

Humming in reply, I snuggle deeper into him. A random question pops into my head, and I can’t stop myself from blurting it out. “Does anyone else have fancy dicks?”

Mir snorts. “Only Rev and I have the so-called ‘fancy dicks’.”

I shrug. “That’s too bad. I like them.”

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