Page 94 of Prize for the King
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Khay says with a husky laugh. “Here. If you’d like.”
He reaches for the jar of honey sitting on the food tray and tips it over his shaft. He bathes his erection in the golden syrup, and I stare with wide eyes. I was so certain nothing else would shock me tonight, but evidently, I was wrong.
“Is there no end to your debauchery?” I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief.
Khay shoots me a salacious grin. “We’ve had a long time to fantasize about everything we wanted to do with our queen. Fancy some honey, my lady?”
I push my hair behind my ears, licking my lips in hesitation. Idowant to do it, and that’s the truth, but I’m not sure how much more depravity I can handle.
“I’ll try,” I sigh when Khay’s smile shrinks, a hint of uncertainty marring his confidence. “I want to. It’s just… You demand a lot. All of you. Must we do all of it in one night? Can’t we leave anything for tomorrow?”
My men laugh heartily as Raduna reaches for my hair, tying it on my nape with a ribbon so it’s out of the way. Magnar grins.
“Pet, you wouldn’t survive till morning if we dideverythingtonight. Trust me, this is only a taste of what’s coming. Now be good to your knight. He’s been very loyal, hasn't he? Even though he did let you get abducted… Hm, I’m not sure he deserves this tonight.”
He looks at Khay with a nasty smirk, and Khay’s eyes bulge with indignation.
“What! How can you…” He looks at me, his expression crumpling into something sad and contrite. “Fine. Yes, I screwed up. I was stupid, too trusting, and I let you get hurt. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, my queen.”
When he makes to get off the bed, I grab his wrist without thinking.
“But you didn’t do it on purpose,” I say with a frown. “I forgive you. Come back. Don’t waste good honey.”
The others chuckle as Khay crawls back to me, his face almost puppy-like with hope. I caress his cheek, and he sighs with relief, pulling me into his lap. Before I have time to protest, we’re both sticky with the honey, but Khay doesn’t seem to care. He snuggles me close and buries his face in my hair.
“I really am sorry,” he whispers. “It will never happen again. You have my word.”
When I pull away, Magnar splashes more honey in Khay’s lap without warning, muttering under his breath.
“All bedroom servants must get a raise, it’s decided.”
I take a deep breath and lean in, beginning to lick. It tastes sweet, with just a hint of Khay’s natural musk at the tip. He groans instantly, loud and unabashed, leaning back on his hands so I have better access.
I enjoy the sweet taste and exploring him. Delicate veins wind around him in patterns, and I follow them with my tongue. When I lick the tip, it leaks, and finally, I brace myself and lift him in my hand to get to the underside.
And I was right. Oh, Agnidari cocks areheavy.
I lift it high and lick along the piercings that are cool and hard in contrast to his hot, living flesh. But I’m weak, and he’s wet. He slips out of my hand and slaps me in the face with a smacking sound.
“Ow.”
“Oh, fuck. Come on up. Did I hurt you?” Khay pulls me up with shaking hands and examines my face with wide, scared eyes.
I shake my head, then burst out laughing. “Igot… Smacked in the face… By your… Your thing!”
They laugh with me, though after Khay is done making sure I wasn’t hurt, Magnar, Raduna, and even pale Arvi push him away to conduct their own assessments until they are satisfied Khay’s cock hasn’t gouged out my eyes. When they stop laughing, Magnar claps his hands.
“Let’s wrap it up. Khay, do the honors,” he says, pushing me back onto the pillows. “And you, my sweet wife, repeat after me:cock.”
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I cover my face with my hands even as Khay spreads me wide, the scent of rose oil filling the air.
“Oh, but must I?”
Magnar leans in to give me a chaste kiss on the forehead. “Yes, you must. It will give me a lot of satisfaction to see my sweet, proper wife so corrupted. Let’s hear it, pet.”
My deep sigh of exasperation turns into a moan when Khay’s finger slips inside my already relaxed entrance. He hums with pleasure, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
