Page 87 of Prize for the King
I crane my neck, trying desperately to look at his face in search of comfort, and he braces himself on his palms, arching away from me until our eyes meet. I blink away tears, and he watches me with a pitying expression. His long hair tickles my arms.
“So heavy,” I say, the pain receding now that he doesn’t move, even though I know this moment of respite will be brief. “I feel it all the way inside me.”
His eyes flick down, and he exhales sharply. “Look at your belly. And it’s not even all the way in yet.”
I do, squeezing my fists tight in disbelief when I see the rounding there, a tumescent shape clearly visible through my skin and muscle. It extends almost up to my belly button, and I reach down with a shaky hand. My touch is light, and yet Magnar hisses as if he feels it. The length inside me twitches in response. I see the movement and look away, nausea gathering in my throat.
“Oh gods,” I whisper. “Am I… Am I whole? Why is it like this? It moves.”
“You are quite slim,” Raduna says when Magnar’s quiet, his breathing shaky and uneven. “That’s why it’s so visible through your flesh. If you would pull out, my king, and give the queen a moment to see if she feels well.”
“Might as well,” he says through clenched teeth. “Seeing as I came already just from seeing that. Khay, if you laugh, I swear, I’ll lock you in a dungeon.”
“I almost came from seeing it myself,” Khay says with chagrin. “No shame, brother.”
“Ready?”
I look up into Magnar’s dark, serious face, and nod. He lowers himself to his forearms and slowly pulls out. I gasp and moan through the process, and it seems unnecessarily long, every inch marking its way inside me, all of Magnar’s length pulling away until he’s out. There is a mighty hot trickle, and I gasp and sit up, expecting to see blood gushing out of me, but it’s not red. It’s pale and milky, and my face heats in understanding.
His seed. So very much of it.
Magnar doesn’t look at me, his jaw clenched, shoulders tight as he sits on the bed by my side. There is silence, heavy and foreboding until he clears his throat.
“I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. Nor for my performance to be so lacking.”
I frown, not understanding his regret. “Lacking? Wasn’t your goal to, ah, put your seed inside me? I’d say you did splendidly. Unless it was meant to stay in. If so, that might be my fault. I don’t know how to keep it from coming out. Even now, it’s just trickling down my…”
I break off when he looks up, his eyes flashing. He strikes, and before I can blink, I’m on my back, my knees pushed up to my chest. Magnar runs his finger through the mess on my inner thigh andpushes it back where it came from.
“Oh!” I cry out, eyes wide. “But… Oh!”
“You’re right, pet,” he says hoarsely. “It is meant to stay inside. I’ll take care of it. How do you feel, then? Broken, like you were afraid?”
I shake my head, my abused flesh responding with eager throbbing when he slides his finger in again and again, all of it slick with my and his fluids and the oil. It’s shockingly messy, and that, too, makes me throb. I was never allowed to be dirty, and there’s an odd thrill to it.
“I like what you’re doing now,” I admit, looking down with shameful fascination. “I don’t think I want it to end yet.”
Magnar and the knights burst out in short, sharp barks of laughter. When I look up in confusion, he shakes his head with a fond smile.
“Pet, we’ve barely started. Look, I’m still hard. They are, too.”
I lick my lips, studying the four cocks surrounding me. The bed smells of the rose oil and musk, and I swallow with difficulty.
“Well, what now?”
“I fuck you again, and last longer,” Magnar says with a wicked grin. “I’ll try to push my knob in this time. We’ll see. But I think my queen needs to come first. And just consider how it would feel to have this other pretty hole stretched and fucked, hm?”
He pushes me back onto the pillows, arranging one under my butt, and I sigh, opening my thighs without being asked. Magnar pours some oil into his cupped palm and settles in, cleaning me with broad, leisurely strokes of his tongue. I watch, transfixed. He’s not only licking off what my body produced but his own seed, too, and his purring sounds of pleasure make it obvious he enjoys it. It seems utterly outlandish. The Agnidari are a strange breed, indeed.
“Close your eyes and breathe, pet,” he says. “Relax, hm? Let me have you as I please.”
I take a deep, shaky breath and obey. Magnar keeps licking and kissing me gently, a warm buzz building in my lower belly. When Ibegin to move my hips, sighing in pleasure, he presses a slick finger to my back entrance.
“Raduna, remind our pet to breathe. My mouth will be occupied.”
I gasp when he sucks my clit in, his finger swirling against that hole as if gently seeking entrance. When pleasure pulses through my body, I tense. Raduna’s voice comes from nearby, and when I turn my head, I see he’s kneeling by the bed, his face level with mine.
“Take a deep breath, my queen,” he rumbles. “Take it all the way down to where he touches you until you open.”
