Page 89 of Prize for the King
“That’s it, pet. Bold little thing. Touch me anywhere you want.”
When Magnar thrusts with a hiss of pleasure, I grab hold of his buttocks, squeezing with curiosity. Oh, they are nothing like mine. His backside is round and shapely, but the cushion is all muscle, and it flexes and hardens with every thrust.
I tighten again, my lower belly pulsing, and Magnar slows down with a groan. When I glance down, I gasp shakily, seeing the long, stroking movements of him inside me. My stomach undulates and shapes around his intrusion in an alien, shocking display, and it’s at once nauseating and horribly arousing. When Magnar follows my line of sight, he curses viciously.
“I won’t last long, pet. Should make you come, but I’ll collapse if I touch you. If you let one of them… Ah, don’t worry. I’ll make you come after.”
He shakes his head, hair dancing, and I take a deep breath. It’s time to choose, and this choice is easier than I anticipated.
Magnar showed it to me. I’m safe. It hurt, yes. It hurt bad, but it’s perfect now.
And I imagine it will be the same with my knights.
“Khay knows how to touch me,” I say, voice trembling with shame at my own audacity. “If you’d like, Khay… Maybe you could do it?”
Magnar stills completely, and there is a beat of perfect silence. Khay gasps.
“No waaaay,” Arvi slurs. Something thumps against the wall.
“Are you certain, my queen?” Raduna asks, voice tight. “If you allow one of us…”
“Then you will all have me later. I am aware.”
When careful, warm fingers press on my clit, I hiss, looking to the side. Khay’s eyes glitter with determination, a tight smirk on his lips.
“I’m not waiting for you to change your mind, my lady. How much time do I have, Magnar?”
“Not much. Do your best.”
“Last as long as you can,” Khay says with a snort, his fingers already dancing over my sensitive flesh, rubbing and pinching gently.
When Magnar thrusts again, I almost jump out of my skin. My spine arches on its own, and I claw at his back, because the friction inside combined with Khay’s ministrations feels ungodly. I forget how strange my stomach looks now, or how indecent it is to be touched by more than one man, and give in to the demands of my body. It wants to surge and peak, it wants to surrender.
“Fucking beautifuuul,” Arvi says.
“Greedy little thing,” hisses Magnar.
“Let me make you come, little diamond.”
I do, but it’s a laborious process, my muscles burning, sweat trickling down my temples. The orgasm leaves me breathless and sleepy, and I gaze at Magnar’s heaving chest with glazed eyes as he thrusts faster and faster, finally stilling with a grunt of pleasure. He rolls to the side with a curse. His length is lodged so deep inside me, as if hooking into me, and it forces me to turn with him. My body follows his until we’re on our sides, my face pressed to his chest.
“Raduna first,” Magnar says hoarsely. “He’s the most controlled. Will properly take his time.”
“I have to go last,” Arvi says in a weak voice. “Once she’s… stretched… used to it… Fuck, it’s dark in here.”
“And you lost the bet,” Khay says with a snicker.
“Sit down, man,” Magnar sighs. “Or rub one out so you’ll survive until it’s your turn. That cock’s gonna kill you one day.”
“Nngh. Fuuuck. No, don’t wanna… waste it… Shiiiiit, I can’t feel my fingers.”
“Then come on her tits. It’s not a waste, is it?” Khay says with a chuckle. It’s clearly a joke, but my body responds, tightening around Magnar, who’s still buried deep.
He makes an inquiring noise, then laughs softly. “Fuck, our pet likes the idea. Come over here, Arvi. Hold him so he doesn’t fall on his face.”
“Could you please stop talking about me like I’m not here?” I ask.
It’s thrilling, and I don’t really hate it, but I feel like I should have a say in the matter.
