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The second thrust isn’t as kind. Nor is the next. Valdred bucks against me, lifting his head to growl.

“Tut tut. That won’t do. You’re to service your queen,” I remind him.

As his hair’s long again, after the way he pumped energy into Darina earlier, I grasp a fistful and push him back down.

Darina watches, mouth open in a shocked gasp, eyes filled with desire and wonder, as I take him ruthlessly. He grunts, and moans, and tries to speak, all the while licking and slobbering on her cunt. Darina’s legs start to shake, her hips pushing up, whimpers crossing her lips.

“She’s close. She’s going to come on your face. Take your reward.”

The hand I buried in his hair remains there, but the one I used to palm his shapely ass I move to his cock, jerking the hard shaft.

He comes first, his muscles squeezing my cock as he sobs and coats my fingers with his cum, but he doesn’t stop his mouth, so Darina’s quick to follow, screaming her release.

I’m nowhere near satisfied. The only thing I sated here was my need to dominate them both.

In all honesty, I could dismiss him now. He’s got enough material to make a point to the rest of the court. But now we’ve started something, and I’ll be the one to end it.

“On your knees, Valdred. Be a good lad and clean the taste of your ass off my cock.”

He’s slow to comply, but he turns, and obediently opens his mouth wide, taking in my cock. He’s not new at this either. Before long, I’m fully seated in his throat, balls deep, and his tongue’s dancing along my shaft.

“Good boy. You ought to take lessons, mate,” I tell Darina. “Your lover is very talented with his mouth.”

“I’ll say,” she purrs languorously.

She’s moved to lie on her side for a better view, and her hand’s playing with her folds absentmindedly as she watches me fuck Valdred’s throat. He chokes on it, slavering all over it, but his loose throat can take it.

Once my cock is thoroughly clean, and then some, I withdraw it from his throat, still hard, and finally make my way to my mate’s bed. I lie back in the middle of it, and cock an eyebrow.

“Well?” I gesture to my shaft, standing tall. “Who’s going to ride me first?”

She’s the first to move, rushing to seat herself on my cock. Unprompted, Valdred climbs over her, placing his own cock in her asshole while she lifts and lowers her hips, faster, harder, deeper.

I watch her. I watch them both.

All night, and sometime past dawn, I watch. I demand. I dictate.

I don’t come even once. Not until they’re both passed out, covered in each other’s sweat and cum.

Then I close my eyes, wrap my hand around my own cock, and imagine what I need.

I want you.

Three words she’s never said. Words I’ll likely never hear.

I completely cover my fist, the sheets and their bodies in thick whiteness.

Fuck me.

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IF YOU CAN'T BEAT THEM…

Rachel

When a person of high rank fails to salute you, it is customary to move on without addressing them, first. You may never interrupt your betters first.

Christ. Although, come to think of it, maybe that specific rule works to my advantage.

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