Page 24 of The Royal Curse
Shock turned to horror as that sank in, even as the wordstie you to the bedarrowed straight down into my balls and made me shudder.
Andreas meant to leave me. “You can’t,” I stammered. Horribly, tears stung the corners of my eyes and blurred my vision. “You said nothing could make you ab—abandon me. You promised—”
My throat tightened too much for more, and I choked on a sob, and it was all too much, the pain starting to creep back along my limbs and the way I thought I might not be able to breathe if I didn’t relieve the straining ache between my legs, my racing heart and my bruised wrists. And now Andreas would leave me.
“No, it’s not—don’t you understand, Ican’t,” and this time he sounded tortured. “I’ll do it. If I stay, I’ll do all of it. Everything you said. I’ll betray your trust in me. You’re not yourself, and once it’s done you’ll hate me for forcing myself on you.”
His free hand landed on my hip and slipped under my shirt where it’d ridden up as I thrashed and fought and tried to climb onto his cock. My skin burned where his fingers pressed into me. That heat went all the way through, down into my belly, lower, into my balls and my cock and my hole.
I blinked, dislodging some of the water from my eyelashes. Andreas loomed over me, his big body filling my vision, hiding me away from the rest of the world, sheltering me and keeping me safe. But he was trembling with strain.
And the drugs had really worn off, perhaps burned out of my blood by stress and fear and struggle.
“It hurts,” I said simply, and the catch I couldn’t keep out of my voice probably told him more than the words. I was trembling too, shaking like an autumn leaf. “Please, Andreas. Make it stop hurting. Please don’t leave me. Please—”
“Stop,” he said abruptly. “Fuck. Don’t. I can’t hear one more word from you.” The hand on my wrists released, the hand on my hip too, and then—I barely had time to cry out before he’d flipped me over onto my stomach, face mashed into the pillow. “I really will gag you if you keep talking, Your Highness. I’ll come before I get a chance to help you if you say another word.”
He thought he’d come before he had a chance to…that thought drove every word in the language from my mind, but it made me moan helplessly, rising to a high-pitched cry as Andreas wrapped his hands around the waistband of my trousers, his knuckles pressing into the small of my back—and ripped the trousers down the seam from the waist to my balls.
And then he didn’t touch me. Didn’t do anything, as I lay there panting into the bedding with my ass exposed to the cold air.
Or…no, he was doing something. Just not to me. The rustling of cloth, followed by harsh, deep breaths, and the unmistakable soft tug of skin against skin.
I tried to twist around, push up to see him, and a big hand landed between my shoulder blades and shoved me unceremoniously flat again. “Fuck, don’t look at me,” he said, and before I could take offense, added, “If I see your face I’ll come on it and I won’t get any inside you, fuck.”
“But what are you doing? Andreas, I need—”
“You need me to come inside you, and I will. I only need to get the head of my cock in you. You’re a—a virgin,” and his voice dipped impossibly low. “And I—fuck,” he said again, as I shoved my ass up in the air as best I could. “You’re trying to kill me.”
No,hewas trying to killme, because my whole body shook, coated with a sheen of perspiration, and I had a horrid cottony mouthful of pillow, and those pathetic little whines were issuing from my dry throat, and I didn’t care that he’d ruined my trousers or about anything but that my hole was so empty, I was so empty—
“Almost, almost there,” he gasped.
Everything in the world came to a halt as something thick and hot and smooth and not-quite-wet-enough pressed between the cheeks of my ass.
Andreas’s cock. I had Andreas’s cock against my hole. He grasped my cheeks and pried them apart, one hand fitting perfectly over each, his thumbs stretching my hole open as he thrust forward.
It hurt, but not nearly as much as something that big should’ve hurt, I didn’t think. Andreas must have used saliva to get his cock a bit slick, because it slid in, one nudge at a time, such a bizarre intrusion, wedging me open but not nearly enough, damn it, I’d die of this, or old age, before he fucked me—until I squeezed my eyes shut, braced my hands, and forced myself backward.
He groaned, and I let out a sharp cry, as what felt like all the cock in the universe slid inside me all at once.
“Gods, Your Highness,” Andreas said, sounding like he was the one who’d just been stabbed in the guts and not me.
So thick, and deeper than I’d thought I’d feel it, and both cooler than the inside of my body and equally hot, so strange, and I clenched around him and felt the shape of him, the head of his cock and the girth of his shaft.
I felt it when he stiffened even more and started to spend in me, a spurt of blood-hot fluid. The essence of him, filling me and completing me. My magic flared and danced and then settled into a balance so perfect that I could hear and feel its resonance, humming like a struck silver bell inside my soul. For a moment I remembered those priests on the island to the east, the ones who called this a harmonious completion…perhaps they weren’t so absurd after all.
And then the thought fled as that throbbing ache in me coalesced into a brilliant, white-hot burst of pain and pleasure, and I turned inside out around him, keening into the pillow as I clenched on him again and again and came in pulse after pulse, my balls twisted into a knot and my cock soaking the quilt.
Most people didn’t fully appreciate how much better relief from pain could be than actual pleasure. I hadn’t before my magic manifested, but in recent years, I’d have taken the absence of pain over even the most spectacular climax imaginable.
Both at once, it turned out, overloaded my body and mind to the point of near catatonia. Ringing in my ears, and a buzzing in all of my limbs, as if my blood had fizzed into foam in my veins… Vaguely and distantly, I felt Andreas’s hands petting my ass, gentling me, and the thick, wet slide of his cock out of my stretched hole.
More caresses, and then a tugging on the fabric of my trousers, as if he thought he could put them back together. That struck me as unbearably funny, and I started to giggle, the bed shaking along with me.
“It’s hopeless, and I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he said in a rueful rumble, sounding more confused and breathless than anything.
Thatwas what he shouldn’t have done? He was kneeling over a royal prince of Surbino, his charge, looking down at the royal and recently-virginal ass all wet and open and dripping with his come, and he probably shouldn’t have…ripped my trousers?
