Page 119 of Prize for the King
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He laughs sharply. “Love, thankyou.You made me come so hard. But we’re not done. Put your fingers in your pussy. Breed yourself using my seed.”
“Oh, gods.”
“Now, while it’s still warm.”
He presses closer, and when I look up, I realize he’s leaning over me to see. With shaking fingers, I gather some cum from his thigh and tilt my hips to insert a finger. He grunts with pleasure when Ilet it sink in to the knuckle.
“Good. Perfect. Again.”
I gather more, and his cock twitches under me, growing harder. Magnar holds his breath when I do it again and again until he’s had enough.
“Come here and kiss me.”
Everything between us is slippery, and my thighs shake. He helps me turn, his cock pressing to my clit, and bows over me to take my lips. I feel a pang of guilt that he has to contort himself so much for us to kiss. I am indeed too short for him.
Magnar doesn’t complain, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with low moans as I try to grind on his erection. My desire boils over. Everything that just happened was absolutely perfect.
“And now, my wife is going to take my knob.”
In a show of breathtaking speed, he flips us until I’m on my back, my knees flanking his hips. He kisses me with ravenous grunts, his hand roaming until he coats it in his release and puts it in me with a moan of pleasure.
“I’ll give you more. Have to make up for last night,” he breathes into my lips, gathering more cum. “I wanted to fuck you so bad, but oh, pet, we were so cruel to you that first night. I was so angry with myself. Should have started slow, let you adjust, but we were all out of our minds with lust. I’m only grateful we had enough decency to take turns.”
“T-take turns?” I squeak when he slides in two slick fingers, reaching as deep as they’ll go.
“Mmm. I would look at one of them taking your ass and think to myself, well, what harm would there be if I didn’t wait for him to finish and just put it in your cunt, hm? But then I looked at your sleeping face, so pale and exhausted, and held myself back. Damn.”
Hot and cold shivers run down my spine when I imagine it, mymind going hazy with need. And yet dread pools in my stomach, too.
“You’d tear me apart.” I shake my head, remembering how my belly bulged with just one of them inside me. And if there were two? Impossible!
“We would not. I know it can be done with a human. It’s possible and safe,” he grunts, thrusting three fingers into me.
I cry out, arching from the stretch that’s half-pain, half-bliss. Magnar grabs the discarded bottle of oil and slickens his fingers, thrusting again. He’s urgent, hips flexing repeatedly into the sheets. He wants me very much.
“We’ll try. Nice and slow with lots of foreplay. But later, when we’re all sane. Just think, love. Me and Khay. You’d be surrounded and stuffed full. Fuck. Last kiss.”
He takes it from my mouth, rough and greedy, then positions himself. This time, it’s easier when he slides into me, and we both pant and moan as I adjust to it. Magnar pulls back to see me, his gaze roaming until it stops on my belly.
“Stroke me like you did Arvi. Please.”
I reach down with trembling fingers, and I can’t help but look. He bulges through me, not even fully in yet. The throbbing knob is still outside.
“This is so weird,” I whisper, covering his length with my hand and massaging it through my skin.
He curses, and I press down instinctively when his cock jumps from the stimulation. Magnar sits up on his heels, never pulling out, and tugs my bottom into his lap. He upends the oil bottle on my stomach.
I drown in the scent of roses. He lays his palm on my stomach and strokes slowly while the oil trickles down the valley between my breasts. My hips are higher than my head, and everything rushes in a daze. Oh, maybe it’s a dream.
“Fuuuuck,” he breathes, massaging languidly. “Pet. Holy fuck.”
He brings his oiled fingers to my clit, and my belly and insides tense from pleasure. He curses and grabs my hips. When his hands prove too slippery, he wipes them on the sheets with a curse.
“Stroke me, love, but not too fast. Let’s work it in. Just a little bit left. I think I can make you take it.”
“Make me?”
