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“Does anything hurt, love?” he asks tenderly.
“No,” I whimper. “It’s just… That pressure… Oh, I’ll cry.”
“Good. Cry as much as you want. I have you.”
“Princesses… Don’t… Cry.”
“But queens do,” he whispers, hands so gentle on my head and back. “Queens do whatever they fucking need to heal.”
I gasp, clenching around him with an involuntary spasm of my overwrought, aching muscles. So this is the goal. I said I need to heal, and he thinks he’ll bring me closer by breaking me into pieces of bliss and surrender.
“It’s… Oh, no. Excruciating. Please. Move.”
“Just a minute longer, pet. I never thought it was possible to make a woman come like this, from just being inside her. Let me enjoy it a bit longer.”
I give in, letting the pressure build and build. It’s worse when it’s slow. I feel how my muscles tense and lock, one by one. I feel the strain, the tension, the ache. When I rock my hips, whimpering from the overwhelm, Khay presses me gently down into Magnar, caressing my skin.
I make constant noises, some of pain, others of pleasure. More hands shape me now, stroking my back, massaging my nape, digging into the tense muscles around my shoulder blades. Sensation overrides everything, and I become a body. Not even a person anymore.
The orgasm rolls through me slowly, and it’s excruciating, just like the buildup. My muscles hurt even as they spasm with ecstasy, clamping hard around Magnar’s length. He hisses, finally moving. I squeeze him so tight, it’s a chore, but he manages to thrust up into me a few times, making my orgasm longer and harder.
When I finish with a faint gasp, he grows rigid, coming with my name on his lips. I sleep after that, or maybe I faint just like Arvi.
I wake when Magnar gently rolls me off him. My body feels loose and relaxed, my mind still too heavy for thoughts. My stomachrumbles, though, remembering it’s hungry now that fullness inside me is gone.
“Get up, my lady,” Khay says with a chuckle. “You need to eat something.”
He helps me sit, and I lean against his chest, my body loose between his spread legs. Raduna has a tray in his lap and gives me first lukewarm tea, then meat and cheese with his tomatoes. I eat blissfully, drawing meaningless shapes on Khay’s thigh with my fingers.
When I’m fed, Raduna leans closer until we’re face to face. He studies me for a moment, then smiles.
“Are you up for rewarding me now, my queen?”
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I sigh and stretch the sides of my neck. “Yes. Thank you for feeding me.”
For an inexplicable reason, that makes him laugh, his brown eyes twinkling with humor. “Well then. I intend to feed you some more.”
I frown, blinking at him. My mind is still slow. Raduna grins wolfishly and presses his thumb to my lips.
“My reward, my queen. I’d like you to make me come with your mouth.”
“Oh.”
My face flames, my insides tensing with anticipation. Truth is, I haven’t done much of that apart from that first experience with Khay and the honey. My men have had their mouths on me often, but I on them—almost never.
“Will you instruct me?” I ask, swallowing down my anxiety to do well and the fear that I won’t.
“Fuck me,” Arvi whispers, and Khay hums in agreement.
When I try to turn, nervous that I said something wrong, Raduna cups my cheek and holds my gaze.
“You letting me instruct you will make it a thousand times better, my queen.”
I roll forward to sit on my heels, my hands in my lap. “I’m ready.”
“This is so fucking cute,” Arvi whispers.
