Page 92 of Prize for the King
XXVIII Surrender
My body awakens with a slow, warm buzzing of curiosity. I watch him without a word, my lips parted. Gods, I said I wasn’t bothered by his age before, yet now, it’s all I think about. He is the oldest, the “most controlled”, in Magnar’s words. I trust Raduna.
He’ll take care of me.
I take a deep breath, my body expanding, and he slips in with his finger, no pain, only warmth and sweet relaxation pouring up my spine. He smiles and turns it inside me, pushing deeper, until he’s in knuckle-deep, and I exhale with a sigh.
“Thank you, my queen.”
“For what?”
“For your surrender. I’ll treasure it.”
I take another deep breath when he stretches me with two fingers. It grows tighter in there, but he merely adds more oil. Somehow, without anyone teasing my clit and other parts, it’s easier to relax. My body opens, breath flowing freely, and sweet heaviness presses at my lower back. I relax in places that were tight and constricted all through the journey, my inner thighs, my ribcage, my throat all giving way to ease.
Raduna oils up three fingers, letting me see they are clawless, and gently pushes inside. I gasp, breathing faster. Oh, yes, it burns now, but I knew it would. I’m ready.
“The good news is, I’m not thicker than these,” he rumbles, voice deep. “You’ll take me nicely. Oh, Caliane. Yes, I can control myself, but it’s not easy. You’re so beautiful.”
I sigh. It’s a night of wonders and dreams. Why not believe this, too? Just for tonight.
“Thank you.”
He looks up with a smile, eyes crinkling warmly. “Just like this, pretty girl. Take the compliments just as you take our cocks. Let us worship you, my queen.”
He bends over me, taking a nipple into his mouth with care. I cry out when his lips close around it, hot and tight as he sucks it in. My entire body tenses and throbs, and I swear I feel the pull of his mouth between my legs.
“Magnar hasn’t really paid them much attention, the heathen,” Khay says in a tight, lusty voice. “He’s a slut for kissing. But oh, I love your tits, diamond. I think between me and Raduna, they’ll be well taken care of.”
“Come and help, then,” Raduna says, and I sob, already knowing there is no chance I’ll stay relaxed.
Khay snickers at my reaction and shuffles to my side. As Raduna licks the underside of one breast, Khay covers the other with his warm palm, squeezing gently before he leans in and licks a hot, wet path to my nipple. I make shameless sounds, moans and whimpers, my hands seeking helplessly until they are restrained by reassuring palms. Khay holds my one hand, Magnar—the other.
All the while, Raduna’s three fingers plow through me. It’s tight, not easy, but it does not hurt. I realize with shock this might be more pleasant than the proper way to mate, which was excellent, of course,but painful when Magnar tried to cram all of himself inside me.
When Raduna pulls out, I breathe with relief that I know is short lived.
“Take good care of them,” he commands Khay. “I shall finally have my queen writhing on my cock.”
I cry out at that, eyes wide as I take him in. I have never heard Raduna be so uncouth, and he looks beastly, too, teeth bared, eyes narrowed. He oils up his length, his eyes hard and focused on my face.
“Ever since you looked at me with so much curiosity, my queen, I could barely stand it. I knew then. I knew you were curious, you were brave, and you would not back down. I couldn’t wait. Every hour dragged like a week. I shall enjoy taking you very much.”
“That’s good,” I say weakly, mesmerized by the change that came over him.
Tendrils of fear flutter in my belly when I look down at his organ shiny with lubrication. It’s so hard, wrapped in large veins that throb hungrily. Arvi’s words come back to me.Cocks are thicker and longer than fingers.
“He’s still in control, pet,” Magnar says softly, settling on my other side from Khay. “Give me a kiss now. Be nice to your husband.”
He claims my lips in a slow, lascivious kiss, his tongue plunging deep, hand cupping my cheek. Khay takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, pinching the other one, and I arch off the bed, only to have strong, steady hands push my hips further up, my knees pressing to my chest until Khay can’t play with my breasts anymore.
“Close your eyes and take a deep breath,” Magnar whispers, pulling away. “And when you exhale, stay open and bear down. You are safe, beloved.”
I do as he says, filling my lungs with air. When I exhale, I force myself to open and release, and just like that, Raduna slips in. I gasp, feeling the warmth, the rigid shape, the friction.He pushes deeper, inch by inch, groaning like a wounded bear.
“Fuck. Look. Just look,” Khay whispers in awe.
I know what it’s about, and I squeeze my eyes tight not to see it even as I trail a hand down, sick curiosity urging me on. When I lay my palm on my protruding belly, Raduna gasps and pushes it away.
