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Well, I can’t have that. But I can prove to myself I’m free. My body is free, and there’s no shame in giving it to the man who vowed to cherish and protect it—and asked so sweetly.
“Please, touch me,” I say, my voice hard with resolve. “You are my husband. It’s only right.”
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“Perfect,” Magnar says, his hand already slipping into the slit in my skirts, then fumbling within until he gets Raduna’s underpants and mine untied.
He’s slumped low over me, his tall body caging me in so he can reach. I gasp. His hand is warm and very purposeful, and I shiver when he brushes my curls, his fingers seeking, parting until they press to where I’m swollen and hot.
“Oh, darling,” he breathes, gently exploring my tingling flesh. “So wet for me. Do you secretly enjoy it then, to have me so hard-up for you? Does it turn you on?”
“I think so,” I confess, my voice breathy, quiet. “I suspect what those words mean, though I’m not sure. People always spoke gently around me.”
“Are you aroused because of your husband’s lust, pet? Is that clearer?”
A sound escapes me, a soft moan, when his blunt-clawed finger circles a very sensitive spot between my thighs. I’m spread open with my legs astride, and it’s suddenly unbearable. Sensations climb higher, gripping me, and the intensity quickly grows unpleasant. I huff with displeasure, trying to squirm away, and Magnar’s stroking gentles. His fingers roam further away from the spot, and I sigh inrelief.
“Talk to me, pet. That was too much, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes, I think,” I admit. “But I don’t know what I like. I… I liked it… when Khay did it. But it was very short. Not enough.”
I wonder if Magnar will get angry, but he obviously knows about the bath, because he only hums, the gentle touch of his fingers focusing on a spot radiating pleasure with no bite of pain this time. We ride at a gentle trot, but it’s jarring enough to make Magnar’s finger slide onto the more sensitive part, his touch way too hard. I suck in a breath, jolting from discomfort.
“Oh fuck,” he hisses, pulling his hand back. “That won’t do. I’m too cocky, that’s my problem. Thinking I can make my virgin queen come while riding. We’ll have to lower our expectations, pet.”
His hand slides out, and I sigh in disappointment. Magnar straightens in the saddle and calls out to the riders on either side of us.
“Ten minute break, men! Circle formation, don’t dismount. On guard.”
“What!” I hiss, my face instantly heating as I watch the riders spread in a large circle around us, facing away. “Now they’ll know we’re doing something! And right in the open!”
“I’ll tell them I was reciting you poetry,” Magnar says, then clicks his tongue a few times. “Stay. Good horse.”
“That’s what you did to me back then,” I whisper, outraged yet also smug that I knew what it was. “I told you I’m not a horse.”
“A fact that most excites me, darling. Will you please focus? I desperately want to get you off, and I only gave myself ten minutes. If I fail, we’ll both be upset.”
I shake my head, confused by his vehemence. The horse stays in place, calm and obedient, and Magnar dives back under my skirts, bending low around me. He finds the sensitive spot, thenmoves to the side and rubs. I keen a soft moan of surprise and pleasure, and he chuckles under his breath.
“No one will believe my lousy poetry lies if you make those sounds, pet. Hold the reins.”
His gloved hand presses to my mouth. I gasp into it, shocked and instantly a thousand times hotter.
“You can scream now. I hope you will. So, you said you don’t know what you like, hm? Let’s find out together. I already know you don’t like direct touch on your clit, at least not at first. But this seems to work. Let’s see now.”
He moves his finger, stopping it in the most sensitive place, though he only presses down gently. “This is your clit, pet. Did you know the name?”
I shake my head with a breathy sigh, and he pulls his hand away from my mouth. “I learned about mating from animal husbandry books. They didn’t go into much detail.”
Magnar shakes, and I realize he’s laughing and trying to hide it. I shrug, a bit ashamed about how uneducated I am. “A princess doesn’t need to know these things. Apparently.”
“Mhm, but you were very studious, weren’t you? Learning all you could about sex even though it was probably forbidden. Such a curious girl.” He sounds like he’s smiling as his fingers slide lower down my clit. He does something, his finger pressing in, and I gasp. He covers my mouth again.
“And if I pull back the little hood, that’s where sensation is the most intense, pet, but we won’t do that right now. I’m just showing you what we’ll explore at length during our honeymoon. This feels extremely good when it’s sucked. Well, not today. Now, the other side.”
His fingers glide left, rubbing my clit from that side. I huff into his hand, my hips trying to buck. Yes, this feels good. Magnar hums insatisfaction and keeps on rubbing slow, delicious circles before his fingers dip lower, circling my opening. His breath hitches.
“So fucking wet,” he purrs. “Beautiful, perfect queen. So obedient, aren’t you, pet? I told you I wanted a willing cunt, and look at you, so hot and eager. How well you please your husband.”
