“See.” I moved my hips.
“I cannot,” the king roared nonsensically, occupied in his own inner war. He was undone.
We both were.
I was lost in the feeling of his hands. Whatever small sharpness had existed was long gone. The friction of stone sliding against my back did not register until See set his mouth between my thighs. I was high on the wall, but that did not matter because my world crumbled under the feel of his tongue and fingers.
My toes curled. My legs trembled with the booming force of what this would be.
His mouth was as large as the other joints of him, and it covered me completely, from inner thigh to inner thigh. Nothing was untouched. Nothing was allowed to recover or hide for a time. My arms swept either side of me, and then above, too, searching for a handhold so that I might move my hips without falling. I thumped my head against the stone a few times when I could not find anything.
And then falling faded into the insignificant fear that it was. I hooked my legs around his neck and ground my hips against his mouth.
His growl was muffled as he buried his face to feast on me, one hand supporting me and nothing else. See dropped to his knees, and I slid down the wall with him. The arm I had flung out caught at a body of armor, and metal crashed to the floor around us.
See hooked an arm behind my back and guided me to the floor. His snarls were terrible and entered me as his tongue and fingers did too. I could not scream. I was locked in the frantic end already.
I needed this beyond anything I had ever felt.
I screamed then, in anger, and launched at See, shoving him on the floor. His hands reached and guided me as I straddled his face.
My movements were furious and desperate, and I used his face in that moment, and nothing more or less. I blurred in my rocking, and he kept up the same monstrous pace.
It was here.
I screamed all the way through it, my movements not slowing, and when See pressed his large finger against my ass, and then inside, I rocked against that too. So full.
The pleasure rocketed through me, and it was towering and it was fierce and terrible and terrifying.
“’Tis not enough,” I told him fearfully.
I could already feel it was not enough. What if there was not enough? What we had started had to find its end.
As panic rolled over me, See picked me up while loosening his belt with the other hand.
Then he paused and rested his forehead on my chest. He moaned, “My chambers.”
His chambers? Why? No, I meant yes. Yes, we should go there. I wanted to go there. Out of the hall. “Where are they?”
See muttered, “I cannot recall.”
I laughed. “Perhaps if you remove yourself from my breasts.”
The king did so, but only to stare at my glistening thighs.
“Perhaps if you set my dress to rights too,” I murmured.
He did so.
I waited.
“I recall,” he eventually said, holding out a hand. “This way.”
I did not laugh at him more. I would not dare when he strode so quickly. The shattering pleasure I had just experienced had barely taken the edge off, and See had not had any pleasure at all.
I hurried with him, hand in hand.
King See opened the door, nearly ripping wood from iron hinges. He pulled me inside and slammed the thing shut.