Page 85 of Prize for the King
Magnar doesn’t just lick me there, easing the tightness of my muscles with every careful pass of his tongue. Heenjoyshimself. The sounds he makes are satisfied and avaricious, his lips kissing me when his tongue retreats, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of my buttocks as he spreads me open, further and further until suddenly, his tongue slides inside.
I freeze, my breath rushing out in shock. I stare at the headboard with unseeing eyes, feeling himright there, hard and warm, utterly foreign. It tingles, warmth spreading up until it encompasses my lower back with bliss. I let my head fall, breathing hard, my body melting. The more I relax, the more I seem to open until he pulls back, and something else, warm yet harder, slides in.
A finger.
It goes deep, and I cry out, my muscles clenching. Magnar hisses and pulls back, and I feel every inch of that length sliding against this intimate place no one has touched before.
“Oh, g… Magnar,” I whisper, shaking my head incredulously.
“It was nice, pet, wasn’t it? Imagine more of that. Imagine how they’ll love it. Taking their queen. Giving her their lust and seed, every last drop, for you.”
I whimper, biting into the pillow from sheer overwhelm. It soundsdelicious.I want it. And yet…So big.
“Just think about it,” he says, sounding smug and crafty. “I’ll be right back.”
I lie there without moving, feeling slick and warm, my hair fluttering next to my lips from every ragged breath. The knights are silent, making no more sliding sounds, but when I look at them, they are even harder. Arvi holds his cock in a tight fist, his eyes closed, face pale.
“Are you all right?” I ask, turning anxiously to study him.
He hums in response, but it’s Raduna who explains. “Arvi is very big, even for an Agnidari. For a cock of this size to harden, a lot of blood is needed. He’ll get better once he uses it more often, but for now, it’s difficult for him to sustain consciousness and an erection for longer than a few minutes.”
“Oh.” I lick my lips, feeling guilty. “Is he in pain, then?”
“Noooo,” Arvi slurs, eyes cracking open. “Bess night ‘f ma life. Don’ worry.”
Magnar returns, pouncing on the bed with a wicked smile. He rolls me without warning until I’m on my back, squealing from surprise. He laughs, unhinged and happy, and dives back between my legs. His merciless tongue plays with me until I shatter again, my belly hurting from being so tense, so filled with pleasure.
As I blink, desperately trying to focus through my daze, he strokes himself leisurely, his silver eyes roaming my body as if he can’t get enough. I realize I’m sprawled open, legs carelessly spread, all of me soft and weak. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to fight him now.
He’ll do with me as he pleases.
XXVI Wife
“The oil,” he says at last, sitting on his heels between my spread knees. “Open wider, pet. Let them see. Such a pretty cunt, so drenched for me. Forus.”
He pushes my legs apart, my knees falling to the sides. Khay hands him a small, glass bottle, and Magnar grins as he unstoppers it, tipping it right over my mound. I gasp when cool oil splashes my overheated, sensitive flesh, the wetness making my insides clench with want. The scent of roses fills the air, and Magnar licks his lips.
“There. You could take one finger just fine. Let’s try two.”
He swirls them at my entrance, coating them in the oil, then pushes in slowly. I gasp, tensing when it burns. Magnar shakes his head, fake pity glittering in his eyes.
“You want to take me, don’t you, pet? You can’t help being this tight. Poor darling. If you could, you’d stretch this pussy yourself to fit us all, wouldn’t you? Greedy girl.”
I shake my head heavily, but we all see how my stomach tenses with a fresh wave of need. Magnar’s smile grows sly, and he withdraws fast, making me hiss.
“Ow, did that hurt?” he asks with mock concern. “My prize hates being empty, does she? Ask me for my fingers back, pet. Say, ‘stuff me full, Magnar.’Go on.”
I stare at him with indignation, my face flaming from this new debauchery. He waits, eyes narrowing as he studies me, and I try to speak, only a hoarse sound coming out of my tight throat. My entire body throbs with want, and the sheets between my legs are obscenely wet and sticky.
“Magnar, you’re torturing us all,” Raduna growls. “Just fuck her. Please. You can play next time.”
Magnar tsks and shakes his head. “The queen is strong and capable, aren’t you, pet? You can say a few simple words. Now tell me. What would you like me to do with my fingers?”
I close my eyes in mortification and make myself say it.
“S-stuff me full, Magnar. Please.”
The collective intake of breath from my husband and knights makes me open my eyes. They all stare at me with new intensity, faces flushed, and I understand they liked me saying it. Pity, because I don’t think I can repeat that indecency.
