Page 96 of Of Brides Of Queens

The princess did not reply. She stood instead, a seductress that inspired my own. She swayed in a dusk dance toward him, like smoke above flame. I was transfixed and when she kneeled before him—full lips parted as if to accept him in her very mouth—my rage at her suggestion was separate from my wonder at it, for she tightened the very air with lust and seductions.

King See turned his head to me as she ran her hands up his thighs. He was very still, and the touch must make him ache. He was a king who could not be touched by another after all.

“You did not say how I could stroke him,” Princess Take hummed, peeking up at him through her long, black lashes.

Dread uncurled its poisonous claws. “I did not.”

Princess Take bowed her head and dragged her lips over the front of his trousers. See’s breath quickened.

She rose from her haunches to stroke him with her breasts next. He was almost frozen, though he remained turned to me.

Princess Take had already done two things to him that I could not, but then she did something I desperately wished to do.

She straddled See.

Lifting her slitting dress high, so that I could view her lack of undergarments, the princess ground her core over his trousers and the cock beneath them.

And this might have gone quite well for her and us, or as well as possible, if she had not twisted slightly at the end of her movement to deliver as much of her core to his cock as she could. But she did twist, and the garter that had not been visible before became so.

I had mostly been a kind and accepting monster.

Red blanketed my vision as I blurred and blinked forward in a monstrous attack. Obsession and addiction drove me, surely not myself.

This was madness.

I shoved her flat on the rug and gripped her throat in one hand. My other hand squeezed her cheeks so that her lips puckered.

“Mine.” My voice was terrible. Horrible. Grotesque. Multi-layered. The timbres grated and whined against each other.

“Release me, or die by my king’s hand,” she screamed. “Have See. I have used him already.”

Laughter spilled from me, cold and evil. She thought I referred to See asmine.I spun and sat on her chest.

Surprisingly, she moaned next instead of screaming again. As I grabbed her leg and yanked it closer, Princess Take wiggled down so her face was between my thighs. In the distant parts of my madness, I heard her inhale and felt her lips against the seam of my trousers. She enjoyed the warmth of me, and I did not care one bit about princesses.

My breath caught as I wiggled the coveted garter free.

I groaned and lifted the garter to my face as Princess Take groaned for other reasons.

The bridal gift was of crimson silk and delicate black lace layered over top. Ribbon bows circled the garter, and thecrimson ends trailed down, designed to whisper over exposed thigh. Aperfectbridal gift.

Mine.

The feel of watching eyes interrupted my crooning.

King See grunted as Princess Take lifted her hands to grip my thighs and pull me down firmly against her mouth. My trousers were between us, but she moaned and strained to access more.

I found my voice in the haze of madness. The whine and grate had not left it. “Perhaps I should have paid for her answer with my body.”

See did not laugh, and though Princess Take rubbed her face between my legs as if wishing to cover herself with my scent, I got the sense King See was not watching this unexpected intimacy between his ex-lover and current lover at all.

He was fixed on me and what I held.

Ancient fever drained from me at once and all together.Goodness.He had seen me rip the garter from the princess. He had witnessed me croon over the garter like an addicted creature. I had attacked a princess and felt such elation and relief upon holding this garter.

And every bit of this, the silent King See had watched an arm’s length away.

He always did see too much of me.

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