Page 90 of Prize for the King
“Of course, pet,” Magnar croons. “Would you like Arvi to come all over your sweet tits? You can lick it off after. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
Gods.My face flames, and his quiet, mean laughter tells me he notices every flutter of my muscles, every last bit of the excitement I can’t control. He presses me closer, stroking my back soothingly.
“It’s all right, darling. No need to feel ashamed if you love it. I know how you’ve been brought up. It all seems so deviant, doesn’t it? And yet, there’s nothing more right than this. A queen letting her husband and knights enjoy her in multiple ways is the height of propriety in my court. Careful now.”
He lifts my top leg and moves his hips. His length slides out of me with excruciating slowness, and his spend follows in a small gush. I swallow with difficulty, the thought of being covered in this sticky fluid making my empty insides clench with anticipation as I try to situp in the wet sheets.
“Dirty girl,” Magnar says as if reading my mind.
When I turn to him with a gasp, his eyes are riveted on my face, infinitely tender and warm. He doesn’t mean to insult me. It’s a term of affection, one that makes my belly flutter.
The mattress dips on my other side as Arvi sits there on his heels, his trousers gone. He watches me with hooded eyes, his skin pale, the blue tattoos stark against the gray. His jaw is slack, and he sways from side to side, but when I look down, his grip is tight and sure on his length.
It still shocks me how large it is. Easily as long as my forearm with the fist included, probably thicker. I lick my lips, staring, and Arvi runs his palm over the shaft, his blunt-nailed fingers swirling in the clear liquid pearling at the engorged tip. He groans and sways harder, the monstrous erection pulsing in his hand.
“Fuck… It’s you… Looking at it… Just keep looking,laruna…Oh, fuck.Gods.”
“Arvi took to religion thanks to Caliane,” Raduna says with amusement.
I bite the inside of my lip, watching with bated breath as Arvi slides the ring of his fingers up and down his shaft, his breathing hard, sweat sliding down his long throat.
“Should… Should I help?” I ask uncertainly.
He groans, fist tightening as a fresh drop of liquid trickles out of him.
“Fuck, no. Just… sit there… all pretty… Such a beautiful… gorgeous queen… with pretty tits.”
The other men laugh, and Khay claps Arvi on the shoulder. Magnar puts his arm around me and angles me until I face Arvi squarely, then pushes down between my shoulder blades until I lean forward with my hands braced on my thighs, my breasts spilling forth. I look up,right into Arvi’s fevered eyes.
He groans, face twisting in distress. “I can’t… Just a minute longer… Please, Amoya. Just a bit longer…”
Even as he begs the goddess for mercy, his fist flies up and down his cock with obscene sounds. The length bulges, thickens, and shoots out spurts of his seed. It lands on my chin and breasts, warm and musky, and when my mouth falls open, a few drops fall on my tongue.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Arvi topples to the side, his eyes closed, face unmoving. I blink, the sensation of sticky warmth overwhelming. It’s like I am cocooned in his most private excretions.
“The bastard fainted,” Khay says, shaking his head. “He’ll miss the best. Well, my diamond? How did you like it?”
I smack my lips, uncertain about the taste. It’s no dessert, that’s certain. “Well, it’s… A bit bitter, and salty, and kind of tasteless apart from that.”
Magnar shakes with laughter by my side while naked Raduna climbs into bed, dragging Arvi away so his head rests on a pillow a small distance from us. He covers him with a blanket, one of the many folded on the enormous bed. Khay pushes off his trousers and climbs in with us, laughing.
“Well, that, too. I meant the experience. If you hated it, we won’t do it again, though I love the look of you like this. It’s the only nightshirt you should be allowed to wear in my opinion. Fuck, even now, I’d like to add mine to the mix.”
“I don’t hate it.”
My hand trembling, I raise it to my breast. The substance is milky, covering me in a thin layer. I swipe my fingers over my nipple, shivering from the sensation. I’ve never touched myself like this, but tonight feels unreal already, and it’s easy to believe everything is allowed.
I let my tongue out, swiping it over my knuckle. They did say I could lick it off after, didn’t they? The taste doesn’t improve, though, and I make a thoughtful face, humming to myself.
“It makes sense for this not to have the best taste since its purpose is conception, and the mouth does not take a direct part in that process. Oh, but it’s thrilling to finally see all the intricacies of mating first hand.”
It takes me a moment to realize I’m surrounded by complete silence. The Agnidari hold their breaths.
“What?” I ask defensively, sure I must have done something wrong.
Magnar shakes his head with a smile. “Nothing, beloved. It’s just that when I think it can’t get any better, you prove me wrong. Curious little thing. Would you like to compare our tastes, see if they differ?”
