Page 149 of Prize for the King
“I love you, too, my queen. You have my loyalty and devotion. I will work hard every day to be deserving of your love.”
He kisses my hand, then Magnar’s, and retreats. My husband is tense and silent, and I turn my head as much as I can until our eyes meet.
“You’re angry,” I whisper, my guilt surging up to swallow my heart. “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. “You test me, love,” he says, voice verging on a growl. “I was so proud of my magnanimous reaction to Khay, and you had to go and do this. Oh, you did the right thing. They deserve your love, and you should tell them how you feel.”
He utters a hard, hollow laugh. My knights undress and come over, crawling onto the bed, their watchful eyes on Magnar and me. My husband shakes his head, the white hair flying, and bares his teeth.
“Maybe I can’t force your heart to love me, but I sure make your cunt weep. Isn’t that right, love? Here’s a fitting punishment: I’ll make you come until you beg for mercy. Hold on to my neck.”
He leans forward to make it possible, and I reach my arms high, clasping my hands behind his nape. Magnar hooks his hands under my knees and stands up. I gasp, his cock inside me becoming an anchor that keeps me from falling, his hands only giving me the barest support. He sinks half an inch deeper as gravity pulls me down, and I whine, suddenly bursting with him when I was comfortable before.
He turns and leans forward until my knees meet the mattress.
“Get your hands down, love. That’s perfect.”
I expect him to pound into me from behind while I’m on my hands and knees, but he pulls out, lying down on his back. Raduna’s already hard, stroking himself leisurely, and Khay watches us with bright eyes. Arvi plays with the bottle of oil, and I know I’ll have them all tonight, probably multiple times.
“I want you on top of me, pet.”
My insides clench with both arousal and dread. Magnar’s face is calm yet implacable, so I take a deep breath and climb him. Warm hands wrap around my hips and thighs, my knights holding me as I impale myself on my husband. He sighs withpleasure when I sink down and wraps my hair loosely around his fist. I breathe harder and harder, knowing what will happen when I lie down on him and all that weight inside presses on my most sensitive spot.
Magnar tugs me down by the hair, firmly but not hard enough to hurt. I fall forward with a gasp, and when his cock anchors me down, I moan as the pressure instantly starts to build.
“Khay, why don’t you help our pet a little? Grab her sweet ass and rock her for me. Gently, it will be enough. She’s easy like that, right, love? Just needs a bit of attention to start gushing.”
I whine, his words egging me on like they always do. Oh, he’s not cruel, just demeaning and smug, and I have no idea why it turns me on so much.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
Khay rocks me, and with every jostle of Magnar inside me, I come closer to the edge. The pressure is immense, horrible, and it’s not like a normal orgasm at all. The cliff to climb is higher, and the fall down longer when I plummet. All control over my body is wrenched away for a long, excruciating minute of freefall.
It doesn’t take much. I was already thrumming with need. A few more jostles of my body on top of my husband, and I soak him and the sheets, gasping for breath as my muscles spasm and contract, my mind shattering into bliss. Khay stops moving me, caressing my butt and the backs of my thighs with gentle hands, and Magnar strokes my hair.
“See? Weeping for me. But that’s not enough, love. Not by far. You’ll have to give me more to soothe my heart, hm?”
I sob without tears, forcing myself to look up. His face looks kind, eyes warm as they regard me with tenderness. I open my mouth to ask what else he needs when he rocks underneath me, and the pressure builds again.
“Too soon,” I gasp out.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, perfectly kind and loving.
Oh, I know he will if I ask. Magnar isn’t cruel, he’s just mean and greedy, and hurting, too. I shake my head and brace, digging my nails into his sides, my legs twitching as my core tightens not even a minute after coming in the most debilitating way. I resign myself to it, giving over control to my husband.
If this soothes him, so be it.
“You’re so sweet,” he says, a mean edge creeping into his voice. “Of course, you’re also needy and unable to ask for the things you want. It’s nice to be forced to take all the pleasure when you’re too timid to take it for yourself, isn’t it? See, we dreamt about a loving whore, and we have one. A heart full of love for her knights, and a needy cunt for her husband.”
I cry out when I wet him again, this orgasm harder, my body wrung and flattened by immense pressure. I struggle to catch my breath when it’s over, my limbs dead weights, my heart hammering until it feels like I’m dying. My mind is blissfully empty, and I try to snuggle closer into Magnar’s warmth. So restful now. I could sleep.
He strokes my hair, and one of my knights massages my back, smoothing my tense muscles, gently pressing down into the dimples in my lower back. Khay strokes my trembling legs, and I can finally breathe.
But even if he doesn’t move, the pressure builds again. It’s the nature of this position, of his heavy cock pressing at me from the inside. I whine softly, trying to move to ease the sensation, but I’m too weak to climb off him.
“Just lie like that. Arvi, track the time. I want to know how long she needs to come like this without stimulation.”
“Oh no,” I whisper. “It will… Take longer… I can’t.”
