Page 97 of Prize for the King
“It’s like she’s giving him a handjob while he’s inside her,” Khay whispers in shock. “I wanna!”
“Oh, fuck, please, keep going,” Arvi groans when I stop, understanding how indecent it must be since even Khay is surprised.
I have a pretty good idea, but I ask anyway. “What’s a handjob?”
“When you wrap your hand around someone’s cock and bring them to orgasm, stroking up and down,” Magnar explains, doing it to himself with long, fast movements. “Come on, pet. Give him a handjob. I want to see if it’s possible.”
I bite my lip and try to stroke Arvi’s length through my belly, but the rubbing feels uncomfortable, even though I enjoy his curses and huffs of pleasure.
“Can I have some oil?”
Raduna pours some onto my stomach, and I massage it in, my palm finally gliding evenly. I wrap my fingers as best I can around the ungodly shape and glide my hand up and down, pressing down harder when Arvi’s cock jumps in pleasure. Soon, he shakes behind me, uttering broken, moaning words in the Agnidari language. I watch Magnar, who rhythmically flexes his hips as he works himself quite fast, and I mimic his rhythm until Arvi cries out and bucks into me, driving himself even deeper.
I feel every twitch and tremble of his cock as he spends himself, and stroke him until he stills, falling silent.
A moment later, Magnar snarls and comes onto the sheets, and I watch as his length flexes and spurts. At the last moment, he catches some of his seed into his cupped palm and shifts over to me. He dips two fingers in it and slides them into my pussy.
“Gods,” I whisper, exasperated. “And what’s this new perversion?”
“Breeding my wife,” he says curtly. “Arvi fainted again, pet. You might just as well go to sleep.”
I huff, pointing at my full belly. “How can I sleep like this?”
Magnar leans in to kiss me. “Better get used to it. With four men to share you, someone will always spend the night buried inside you from now on. Would my queen allow me to pleasure her to sleep? You haven’t come in quite a while.”
I only have to consider it a moment. “Yes. Please.”
“And you ask so nicely,” he says with a smirk. A moment later, his mouth presses to my clit.
It doesn’t take long. When Magnar wrings that final orgasm out of me, I tighten so much, Arvi moans through his sleep, thrusting shallowly, only adding to my pleasure. I don’t think it takes me a minute to fall asleep after that. I’m exhausted.
I wake up to Arvi caressing himself through my belly and grunting behind me, his legs trembling as they tangle with mine. I don’tmanage to open my eyes, dozing off until I’m woken again when he pulls out. There are whispers and murmurs, my men rolling me gently until someone else lies behind me and slides in my pussy. Magnar.
He rocks me until I fall back to sleep, waking only when he snarls viciously, his hand pressing to my belly as his hips snap hard and fast. He comes, and when I moan through my half-sleep, my insides throbbing with pleasure, he gives me a quick orgasm with his fingers. I drift away with him inside me, my body cocooned in his.
When I come to, I’m on my belly, and someone plows through my ass, pushing me into the mattress with his every thrust. I sigh and realize the cock is smooth, moving easily. It must be Raduna. His rhythm is so even and soothing, I drift off before he’s done, the heavy weight inside making me melt into the sheets.
Again, I wake, this time to Khay’s textured cock taking me as we lie on our sides, and he strokes himself through my belly with every flex of his hips, releasing choked up moans of pleasure.
Then it’s Magnar again. Khay. Raduna. Arvi. They take turns all night long until I lose count, and then I think I stop waking up, or maybe they stop mating me. I’m not sure.
All I know is that I’ve never felt so full, so wanted, so beautiful. It’s bliss.
XXX Closer
When I wake up to the golden sunlight of early afternoon, everything hurts. I groan and try to roll, only to realize someone lies behind me, his throbbing length filling my pussy. I can’t move.
“M-Magnar,” I say, my voice coming out croaky. “Need… To go… Ow.”
Indeed, I feel uncomfortably full, as if I’d gorged myself on food the night before, only, it’s not food filling my belly. Magnar grunts reluctantly and pulls out. I realize the sheets under my hips are wet. The room reeks of rose oil and musk.
“How do you feel?” he murmurs, stroking my side when I try to sit up, my muscles protesting.
“Awful,” I admit with a sob. “Ow, ow, ow!”
He growls and sits up, helping me sit. “Bathroom?”
I nod. He gets out of bed and takes me in his arms, his eyes heavy-lidded and lined by purple shadows. He’s exhausted, but his steps are sure, and he deposits me in the bathroom with ease.
