Page 83 of Prize for the King
“On the contrary, beloved. That wedding meant everything. Stop stalling and show me your sweet, greedy cunt. You promised, remember? We’re in Roharra. Time to pay up.”
I close my eyes, my entire body tightening with a powerful beat of arousal. I fall onto the pillows with a sob and spread my legs, fisting the sheets in embarrassment and need. I feel so ashamed that I love it when he speaks to me like this. Oh, I shouldn’t, but I do.
“Lovely,” he whispers, his gaze raking shamelessly over my naked body. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.”
I huff in frustration, my chest tightening under the weight of his words. Magnar hums and moves, and I glance at him as he settles between my legs, his muscular shoulders pushing my knees apart.
“The first precaution we’re taking to protect this sweet little pussy is making you come at least twice. After I’m done, I’ll allow you to invite a knight to service you, too. Maybe all of them. But if you do, remember they will fuck you later.”
I shake my head wordlessly, and he grins. “Maybe you’ll change your mind once you feel what an Agnidari tongue can do.”
Before I can muster a response, Magnar gathers his hair back, twisting it on his nape, and dips his head low. His tongue parts me with a long, hot lick, and I cry out from shock, my entire body bursting with pleasure.
“One lick and she’s almost there,” Arvi whispers, and I sob with helplessness when I understand I won’t be able to control myself, and they’ll see it all.
I expect amusement or pity, but when I look at the knights crowding at the side of the bed, their faces are tense, eyes burning. Arvi has a hand on his crotch, shamelessly stroking himself through his trousers, while Khay’s fists are clenched so tightly, blood drips between his knuckles. He must have hurt himself with his claws.
I look at Raduna, who watches me with intense awe, and cry out again when Magnar’s lips seal around my clit. He sucks it deep into his mouth, his tongue drawing shapes over my tingling flesh, and I arch off the mattress, sobbing without tears as stars explode behind my eyelids. I think I beg him, maybe to stop or to keep going, and the pressure grows, immense, impossible, verging on pain.
It breaks without warning. I drive my hips up, breath frozen as I allow the pleasure to roll through me, tense and shaky, blooming in my lower belly with liquid urgency. This is so much more than the orgasm Magnar gave me on horseback. I am light and fire, bliss and pain folded into one.
When I slump back onto the sheets, gasping for breath, Magnar lifts his head. He licks his lips with a satisfied smile, and I only watch, feeling broken, helpless, and so at ease. This is what I need—my control violently ripped away, pleasure forced into my body with long strokes of that alien, pointed tongue.
“Isn’t she beautiful when she comes?” he purrs. “Look at yourknights, pet. See how much they love seeing you like this.”
I take in their flushed faces, panting mouths, wide nostrils breathing in the heavy musk that now surrounds me like a cloud. My pleasure has a scent, just like Raduna’s arousal had when he showed me his cock. I smell different than he did, yet also similar.
But that reminds me. I sit up, looking at Magnar with boldness I’m surprised to feel.
“M-my king,” I stutter, my nervous fingers tangling in the sheets. “May I… If you allow… May I try to tasteyou?”
I wondered ever since I saw that slickness painting Raduna’s tip. Magnar releases a heavy breath, his lips parting in lust.
“You want to? Fuck.Please, do. But only a little, or you’ll make me blow my load in your face instead of this sweet cunt, where it belongs.”
“B-blow your load?”
“Release my seed. Ineedit inside you, Caliane. I need to breed you every moment I can, make you pregnant before the month is over. Do you understand? After tonight, there won’t be a day when you aren’t dripping with my cum. My seed.”
I stare at him, hot and cold waves of sensation pouring down my spine. Magnar grins, wrapping his fist around his cock. I hiccup from surprise when he swirls his thumb over the wetness painting the tip. He’s entirely sticky with it, and it glistens in candlelight.
“Will you come here or shall I bring it to you?”
My stomach pulses when I remember the way he fed my taste to the knights. I open my mouth, hoping he’ll understand me, and his eyes grow hooded and heavy.
“As you wish, my queen.”
He swipes a blunt-nailed finger over his wetness, swirling it over his sensitive, purpling flesh, and brings that finger up to my mouth. The scent drifts to me, musk and salt, and I suck his finger in the wayArvi did, with unabashed greed.
He isn’t sweet. It’s nohoney, and I can’t imagine loving this for the taste alone. It’s slick and salty, dark and unlike anything I’ve tasted before, but when Magnar groans with pleasure, his cock pulsing as he strangles it with his fingers, I understand the appeal. It’s a part of him, the most intimate one, and I’ve just made it a part of myself.
He did the same thing when he licked me. The knights did, too. This seems almost like a ritual, something dark and barbaric, infinitely arousing. A communion of bodies.
I pull away and lick my lips. “I… May I?”
I lean slightly forward so he knows what I mean.
“Yes, but just a little. Damn, pet. It was worth it, all the waiting. All those years. Come here.”
