Page 93 of Prize for the King
“No. I need… Please. In a moment.”
His voice shakes. Gentle fingers close around my wrists, bringing my hands above my head, and someone holds my knees firmly up to keep me spread open.
I whimper, feeling how heavy he is, buried all the way inside me. The weight bears down on my spine, and it’s the oddest feeling. When Raduna pulls back with a curse and thrusts back in, I moan with relief and pleasure. It’s like being massaged from the inside.
“There. Gorgeous,” Magnar whispers. “Damn, I think I’ll do that, too. Oh, she likes it.”
“Not until we’re allowed to have her pussy,” Khay says sulkily.
Speaking of my pussy, it’s leaking. Every time Raduna drives himself deep, wetness trickles out of me, dripping down. I understand what’s happening—it’s the last of Magnar’s seed leaving my body. I suspect there is little space inside with Raduna stretching me out.
“You can eat her pussy,” Magnar teases, but Khay won’t have it.
“Come on, man. This is ours. We agreed.”
I want to ask if it’s not customary, then, for the king and knights to claim separate parts of their queen, but my tongue is helpless in my mouth, my throat loose. Raduna takes me with long, careful strokes, and I feel him deep, each pass of his heavy length caressing my spine until all I can do is breathe and enjoy it.
“Khay. You think you want…?” Raduna asks hoarsely.
“Say no more.”
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see what happens as my legs arerearranged, one still pressed to my chest, the other open to the side. When warm lips descend on my clit and suck gently, I cry out from bliss, instantly tightening around Raduna’s cock. He hisses, stuttering as he drives himself deep and fast, and my relaxation turns into anticipation. Energy builds between my legs, and I sob, only to have the sound swallowed by Magnar’s mouth when he kisses me.
“Now all she needs is Arvi sucking on that tit,” Raduna growls, his rhythm growing faster. “Fuck. So tight. I need her to come, Khay.”
I’m pressed deep into the mattress, everything heavy and slick, and reality slips away. There’s only my body tangled in fast, uneven breaths, shaped by mouths and cocks, taken and taken until I feel myself dissolving.
When hot lips close around my nipple, I cry out into Magnar’s mouth, tightening until all my muscles ache from the strain. Khay sucks on my clit harder, and someone makes grunting, animalistic sounds, urging me on. I hover there, on the agonizing edge of the precipice.
“I love you, my queen,” Raduna gasps, voice shaky. “The most perfect Caliane. I love you so much. We were so lucky it was you. So lucky!”
I scream, swooping over the edge. Everything pulses and tenses, all the sensations converging into one, and I ride the wave of impossible bliss for what feels like long minutes. Raduna speeds up and roars, and then, finally, everything is still, only hard, sucking breaths to be heard.
“So worth it,” Khay whispers. “Fuck, this is divine. So much better than I imagined. My brothers in lust.”
“Open your eyes, pet,” Magnar coaxes, brushing hair off my face. “Tell us how you feel.”
I sigh and look into his silver irises with effort. I don’t think I can move. Raduna still pulses inside me, twitching mightily, and I allowmyself one glance, his shape clearly visible through my stomach. Gods, it’s unreal.
“I’m fine. I think… Oh, oh, oh!”
Raduna pulls out slowly, and I gasp through it, clutching my men’s hands. Everything is loose and pliant between my legs, but this time, nothing trickles out after he’s gone. My belly feels full, and, oh…
“I need the bathroom. Alone,” I gasp, rolling into Arvi, who helps me get up with shaky hands.
They don’t follow me inside, though Khay asks if I’m okay a few minutes later. I wash quickly in the tub. I know there’s more coming, so I take this moment of respite to breathe and calm myself, even as giddy excitement buzzes in my lower belly.
I did it. I survived. And now that I know none of this will hurt me, I can’t help wanting more.
When I come back, a glass of water and a plate of cheese and fruit slices with honey wait for me. My knights insist on feeding me, and when honey drips down my breasts and stomach, they wrestle each other for the right to lick it off. Arvi is awake and has what he calls “a semi”—a half-erection. It doesn’t tax him as much as a “full hard-on”.
As we eat, my gaze keeps straying to Khay’s cock, also not fully erect at this point. I remember the flash of silver I saw before, but as it lies on his thigh, thick and heavy, the piercings are hidden.
When I glance at it the third time, Khay chuckles under his breath and grips his length, lifting it. I lean closer to see, and he sucks in a breath, instantly hardening. I watch with awe as the soft, gray skin surrounding the small silver balls embedded in his shaft pulls taut.
“I never knew such a thing was possible,” I breathe, quickly counting them.
Khay has nine silver balls running up the entire length of his shaft at even intervals. They gleam beautifully, reflecting candlelight, andI marvel at how delicate and elegant they’d look—if not for their placement.
