Page 91 of Prize for the King
I light up at the idea. “Oh, yes! But later. I’d like some water, please.”
Khay bounds out of bed, skidding on a rug and almost falling over. His erection bobs in front of him as he runs back with a crystal cup, the water sloshing over. Raduna sighs, but Khay smiles proudly when he presents me with the cup.
“Would you like anything else? Oh, why don’t I get a washcloth, clean you up? Are you hungry?”
I smile at his eagerness. “The washcloth sounds good.”
In truth, I think I’m ready to sleep. It’s dark outside, the only light coming from the myriad of candles blazing up the room, and I am weary after the long travels and the ordeal of today. I am the farthest away from home I’ve ever been, and I got married today—again.
But I made my choice, and I have to stick with it.
“You look ready to faint right with Arvi,” Raduna rumbles. “Why don’t you have a nap after Khay cleans you up?”
I shake my head, even though the idea sounds appealing. “If I fallasleep, I won’t wake up for hours. No. I can handle it.”
Raduna’s eyes glitter as he smiles. “I am sure you can. But I’m afraid there’s little sleep in store for you tonight, my queen.”
“Unless you let me use you while you sleep,” Magnar says with a wink. “Then we’ll both get what we want—beauty sleep for you, my wife’s sweet cunt for me.”
My mouth falls open, yet another gasp of shock falling out. I am certain I must have uttered at least a dozen of these tonight. They keep surprising me with their indecencies.
“While… While I’m asleep? Is that even possible?”
“I’m sure you’d wake up at some point to do me the courtesy of coming all over my cock. And then you’d go back to sleep. The knights could use you, too. You’d wake up in the morning with your belly full of cum. Oh, I don’t envy the servants who will change these sheets. I suppose I should pay them more.”
I shake my head, the change of topic making my thoughts spin. “The servants… Wait.Use me in my sleep?But how is that possible?”
Magnar comes closer, lowering his face to mine. He kisses the corner of my mouth, then snaps at me playfully with his teeth. I flinch away, I am so overwhelmed.
“Well, you’d just lie there, having lovely dreams, and since you’re already nice and wet, I imagine I’d just slide in. I can be gentle, take you with long, even thrusts, and maybe when you sleep, you’ll relax enough to let me in all the way. Nice and slow, love. You might wake up already coming, and then go back to sleep with me still inside you. Hm? Oh, let me see.”
Without warning, he pushes my knee up, opening me, and slides a finger inside. I hiss at his audacity, and he grins.
“Well, pet? How does that sound? Having your husband take you freely once you’re asleep and unconscious? And your knights would, too. Imagine Raduna spreading you nice and open on the bed, yourhair strewn all over the pillows, cheeks nice and soft with sleep. He won’t even have to make you ready, you’ll be all slippery inside with the oil and their cum, so he’ll just ease in, inch by inch, and fuck your tight little asshole. He’ll rock you nicely, and you’ll dream you’re on a boat.”
I stare into his face, and his grin grows wider. I know what the purpose of the finger inside me is now—to feel my reactions. They are quite eager, my pussy liking his devious words very much.
“Say yes, pet. It’s the most decent thing, really. To let your husband and knights fill you up as they please. Very queenly, very proper.”
I can’t help it. I laugh because he’s used this argument tonight already, and I’m starting to think it’s a fib, but a good-natured one. Khay emerges from the bathroom with a small basin and a soft washcloth. Magnar strokes my clit with his thumb once, and I jerk, gasping.
“Well? Will you let us, pet?”
I sigh, already knowing I can’t help it. I want this, all of the things he described.
“Yes.”
Magnar kisses me deeply, then pushes me down onto the pillows. Khay kneels by my side and runs the warm cloth down my cheeks, my throat, my breasts and belly. He lingers, cleaning between my legs, and I arch into his touch with a sigh. The warmth is relaxing, just what I need before this freakish night continues.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I confess.
“That’s quite likely,” Magnar says without shame. “But you have a husband and three knights to carry you everywhere you wish to go. Not that we’ll leave this room before noon. This is my favorite place in the world.”
I smile through a sleepy daze, sinking deeper into the mattress. “Mmm. Mine, too.”
Magnar kisses me again, and I sigh and stretch when Khay takes the basin and cloth away. It’s quiet, and I know I’m drifting away when a pair of strong hands pushes my knees up to my chest, caressing my thighs. When I lift my eyelids with effort, I see Raduna between my legs, his face dark and focused, eyes bright.
“If I do it right, it should be very relaxing. I won’t be offended if you fall asleep, my queen,” he murmurs, slippery fingers pressing to my back entrance.
