Page 34 of The King's Omega
“Should I drink it all, like I did with Lorn?” she asked innocently as Vilkurn’s climax neared. Her fingers were small on his raw, purplish knot, her lips rosy and swollen. “He made me swallow it all, so much that it made my belly poke out.” She smiled at the screen again and let one hand drop to caress that diminutive stomach.
Fuck.
Vilkurn growled out a “yes,” and grasped the back of her head, fucking her dainty mouth as he finished. The girl’s hands squeezed his knot the entire time as she hummed in appreciation, as if she was devouring the finest dessert.
Her own arousal trickled faster down her thigh, and some of Vilkurn’s seed spilled from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed greedily.
And for the first time since I was a callow lad, I felt my own release spurting into my pants, without even touching myself.
Axe laughed silently, but I could see the strain on his face as he fought his urge to tear down the screen between us and shove his cock in her mouth as well.
After his release, Vilkurn settled the girl on a chair, tying her arms behind her and her legs wide. “My turn to torture you, my sweet,” he promised in a cold voice that had made grown men wet themselves and call for their mothers.
She just giggled. Fuckinggiggledwhen confronted with the Torturer. “No, stop! Not the tar, not the boiling pitch,” she teased. But soon she could tease no more, as Vilkurn used his fingers, tongue, teeth, and a few of the gentler implements in his collection to bring her to orgasm again and again. Finally, the floor beneath her was a pool of her slick, and she sobbed with exhaustion.
Her scent was so heady and thick, I felt as if I might drown in it. My nostrils ached from flaring wide to inhale more of it. Sweat ran in rivulets down my face as I raged against Axe’s hold, against the bindings that kept me from her.
I came again and again in my pants, straining against the ropes, moaning through the gag, my tongue thick in my mouth. I tasted blood as I tried to chew through the cloth and demand they let me go to her. Mad with lust, I was overwhelmed by the visceral need to tear down the wall between us and rut her until she begged for me to stop.
Vilkurn had just warned that he was going to clamp her pebbled nipples when Axe slid the screen shut.
I screamed through the rag that filled my mouth as he carried me, chair and all, to the closest exit from the tunnels—my bed chambers.
Vali
That night, Vilkurn asked me to sleep in his quarters. It shouldn’t have seemed so intimate, especially after all we’d done for the past two days, but it was. I curled up on the bed and was asleep in an instant. He left to do some dungeon work or something, and I only roused when he slipped in next to me, wrapping his lean, muscled limbs around me.
Like I was special. If I cried a bit when we woke the next morning, I didn’t think anyone could blame me. No one had ever shown me affection until these men: Vilkurn, Axe and even Lorn.
My friends at the Sow would probably say they weren’t giving me affection, just their cocks to suck. A tiny part of me thought they might be right. That they saw me as a brothel worker, not a friend.
But not Axe. He wanted my body, but he liked me, too. He had brought a dish of cream and some fish for Mischief last night after… well, after. He’d brought water and food for me, too, and a vase of freshly picked wildflowers. They were the most beautiful flowers in the world because he’d picked them. I’d told him so, giving him a thank you kiss. He’d ducked his head and made a hand motion I didn’t understand.
Perhaps he was secretly shy, hiding behind his persona of the Executioner. When I’d teased him about bringing Lorn to watch, he’d winced. I probably shouldn’t tease him so much.
I slipped out of Vilkurn’s arms when a soft knock sounded at the door.
Vilkurn answered it, and I stepped out of view, uncertain if a laundry girl should be in a general’s room. When he returned, I could tell it was bad news.
“Come, kitten. We need to visit the king.”
“We?” My heart pounded suddenly. I rushed to dress and tripped twice on the way to the table where Vilkurn had folded all my things the night before. My hair was a mess, I needed a bath, and I hadn’t eaten breakfast. Vilkurn’s hands on my shoulders calmed me.
“Relax. Breaking your leg before you can answer the king’s summons truly will vex him.” He helped me into my clothes, dressing me like a doll. He handed me an apple left from last night and tucked one of my flowers behind my ear. I gave him a quick kiss on the back of his hand as I couldn’t reach his face without jumping, stuffed the apple into my pocket, and picked up Mischief.
Vilkurn was humming a pretty tune as I followed him out. He was always humming around me. I hoped I made him as happy as he made me. I was pretty sure being Torturer was the sort of job that made it hard to have friends.
The hallways were strangely empty, even of guards, considering the time of day. I wondered why, but Vilkurn just told me, “we’ve been leaking, and we needed to patch a few holes.”
I wasn’t sure what roof repairs had to do with my question, but I nodded. Everyone must be working on patching the holes.
We passed the room that had been Selene’s and approached the king’s door. Axe was standing outside, face like a thunderstorm. “What’s wrong?” I whispered, but he shook his head, then reached down and stroked first me and then Mischief with one finger.
Vilkurn tried to enter ahead of me, but Axe stopped him with a sign.
“Only her?” Vilkurn queried. Axe nodded, then signed some more, and Vilkurn’s face twisted into an ugly snarl. I did not like the look of this.
“The king is inside. If you need us, call out,” Vilkurn said. “I’ll be here with Axe.” I was thankful he opened the door because my fingers were trembling too hard. I clutched Mischief to my chest and walked inside.
