Page 2 of A Cage of Magic and Darkness

I continue to lick her, pushing my tongue inside her tight walls. Is she a virgin? Even better if she is. Nothing tastes as good as virgin energy.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell her. “It’s probably going to hurt, but I need you to try to relax.”

I move up her body and fist my cock. The energy I drank from her means I’m even larger than when she was sucking me.

She glances down at my erection, and her eyes widen with fear. “No, no, please. It’s too big.”

“You can take me. I know you can.”

I increase the strength of my magic, and she lets out a cry of pleasure. She won’t refuse me again.

I press the head at her entrance. She’s so wet and swollen and ready for me. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.

I stretch her wide, and the smooth head of my cock vanishes inside her. Fuck. I love seeing a sweet, tight pussystretching around my girth. I drive deeper, and the light ripples and pulses across her skin. Her head is tossed back, her plump lips parted, her eyes shut. She feels like heaven.

A knock comes at the heavy wooden door. “Prince Ruarok?”

I recognize the voice of the head of the King’s Guard, Cirrus Planetree. Seriously? The man has the worst timing.

Ignoring him, I pulse my hips, sliding in and out of her. I duck my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it hard. She gasps and meets me with every thrust.

The banging comes again, louder this time. “I know you’re in there. Word has just come that your father has entered the city walls with his new bride. He’ll expect you to be in the Great Hall to welcome them both home.”

“Busy!” I shout from between gritted teeth.

I glance down at where my cock slides between the girl’s pussy lips, vanishing inside her. My length is wet with her arousal. She shows no sign of having heard the man outside my room—though I suspect Cirrus won’t have come alone—and throws her head back and moans again. Her hands find her heavy tits, and she squeezes her nipples and bucks her hips, wanting more.

I growl and lower my head, thrusting hard inside her. Her glow grows brighter with every thrust—she’s like a firework about to explode—and my own climax builds.

The banging comes again. “Prince Ruarok! I really must insist.”

My orgasm retreats, and I blow out a breath. “Motherfucker.”

I climb off the girl and snatch my pants up from whereI’d abandoned them on the floor. Now my charm magic is no longer directed at the young woman, she starts to come round. I’ve left her unsatisfied, though, so her hand slips between her thighs to rub her clit. It’s clear she plans to finish herself off, and I’m frustrated this interruption means I’m no longer involved.

Bare-chested, my skin still slick with sweat, I go to my door and undo the heavy brass bolt.

I swing open the door. “What?”

I’ve opened the door far enough that Cirrus can clearly see the naked woman masturbating in my bed. His face pales and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“The king will be here any moment, sir. You really must be ready to greet him and his new bride.”

That’s the last thing I want to do, but my father, the king, has been gone for three months, so I really should show my face.

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RUAROK

The court has gatheredin the Great Hall. From the clock tower, a bell dongs with a deep resonating sound that travels for miles, signaling the return of our ruler.

I’ve showered and changed, aware that I’m going to be on show to the rest of the court, and I don’t want to stink of sex around my father and his new queen. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but this is a special occasion.

No matter how many times I’ve entered the Great Hall, the grandeur and beauty of the space always hits me. Overhead are high, vaulted ceilings, intricate paintings of winged beasts between the beams. Beneath my feet are polished parquet floors.

The Great Hall is already crammed with my father’s subjects. An energy fills the air, as do excited whispers that occur behind hands about who the new queen will be. At the head of the room, on a platform, are two thrones. The smaller of the two is where I would normally be seated, except now my spot is to be taken by the new queen.

Jealousy bites at me like rats’ teeth at the thought.

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