Page 27 of His Dark Delights
“Gods-fuck, Ren. I’m going to come!” I screamed. Lewd, shrill noises escaped me as he tongue-fucked me faster, spurred on by my words.
The taut cords in my center pulled, stretching further like an archer readying to set loose an arrow. All the threads of my visceral being unraveled whenthe arrow shot free, sailing for the heavens. Glorious ecstasy surged through me, followed by waves of golden bliss that settled into my muscles.
The Butcher gave me no respite, no moment to bask in the glow of my climax. A pitiful mewl tumbled free from me as he fisted the back of my hair and jerked me onto my side at the edge of the desk.
Ren’s cock twitched in my face, inches from my parted, panting mouth. He jerked himself in one hand while holding tight to my hair, keeping me frozen in place with the other. My mouth watered with a hunger to taste and flick my tongue over the length of that thick, heavy cock, but I couldn’t move.
A tap on the door elicited a white-hot flare of shock through my chest and limbs. I gasped as the groaning wooden door swung open. But the king didn’t stop pleasuring himself in front of my face. His head remained thrown back and rasping breaths dragged out of him.
My eyes flicked up to the short, stout Chamberlain stepping into the room. His face blanched as he took in the indecent scene in the king’s study.
He took one step back, half hiding behind the door, then cleared his throat. “My apologies, but your breakfast is ready, My Liege.”
Ren licked his salacious lips and glanced down at my exposed legs on the desk. His voice grated through him as he continued stroking. “I’ve already had my breakfast. Now get out!”
The Chamberlain took one more step back until the door completely obscured him. “But, Your Majesty, the Grand Duchess is awaiting you.”
“Then she can bloody keep waiting!” Ren bellowed.
“Very well,” the Chamberlain’s voice wavered, but he backed out and shut the door.
Without giving me a moment to feel mortified at the interruption, Ren tugged my face closer. My heart hammered away in my chest as he groaned, stroking himself faster. Broken breaths tore from his lungs as he twisted my hair painfully.
“Ah, fuck, Lilly, I’m coming—” Ren’s orgasm erupted through him with a ferocious moan and violent shudder. I flinched back but remained trapped in place by his fist in my hair as the first rope of cum hit my cheek. Then another line over my lips, the bridge of my nose, across my eye, and into stray curls of my hair until he’d spent every drop.
A wave of sickness, a monster of embarrassment and shame, rolled through my stomach. Fat, hot tears breached my eyes. But I held my breath, restraining the sob in the back of my throat.
Ren caressed my chin as he tipped my head back, inspecting his work. “Gods, you’re a perfectly exquisite creature.” Then he dropped my head to shove himself back into his trousers. “I must attend the Grand Duchess. But I shall see you later tonight, Lilly.”
He turned his back on me, and only one thought cracked through my mind. My hand shot out as if to stop him. “Ren, wait!”
The king halted near the door, glancing at me over his shoulder.
“My… my animals, Ren. They’re alone.”
Understanding and something else I couldn’t place mingled in his eyes. Without another word, His Majesty dipped his head in a brief nod before vanishing through the door.
So much for a heart-warming reunion. I was more alone than my poor animals. I was spoiled, used, and left in a strange, dangerous place, utterly alone in silence to sob with cum-coated lips.
The palace, the world, left me utterly alone to sink onto the floor and sob until my eyes ran dry. Immeasurable time passed as every ounce of agony wrung from my aching, exhausted frame. It must have only been a few minutes as I judged sunlight through the window barely inching across the room.
The metallic click of the door handle snagged me out of my miserable puddle on the rug. I pushed myself upright, reining in my remaining sniffles as someone entered the room. For a moment, my heart skipped, wretched and hopeful to see the face of the one I shouldn’t want to see again so soon. Not after what he’d done to me and how he left me.
And yet…
Rhydan poked his head around the door. His dark eyes searched the room, and a frown tugged his lips down until he spotted me on the floor. His brows shot up and a flash of shock burst over his expression.
In a few quick strides, the knight crossed the room. I inadvertently recoiled from the knight when he crouched before me. He noted the flinch, and sympathy smoothed over his features. Without a word, he pulled a handkerchief out and handed it over.
I accepted the offer and quickly wiped off my face. Though nothing short of a burning hot bath would wash the shame away.
“Thank you,” I croaked, and cringed at the raw scrape of my voice in my throat. Trying to be polite, I handed the handkerchief back.
Rhydan put his hand up to stop me. “You can keep that.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll get a new one.”
My hand dropped into my lap, and a ragged exhale whooshed out of me. I cast my gaze to the floor, staring at my dirty feet, my discarded garden apron, and Rhydan’s boots.
“I am sorry for how you’ve been treated so far.” The knight’s voice snagged my attention, and I met his eyes. They were so full of pity I wanted to look away.
