Page 102 of The Huntsman's Heart
He smooths his hands over the fabric where it is wrapped tight around his belly. “Very much.”
The tight fit of the corset makes his taut waist even slimmer and gives him the appearance of an hourglass shape. It makes the bulge at his front stand out as well. I love the way the low top leaves his nipples exposed.
The moment is somewhat spoiled by three very excited hounds who wake and tumble over themselves to jump on us and lick every inch of skin they can reach.
When the others have woken and we have settled the hounds and set them hunting mice in the courtyard, I return to my trunks and take out the length of pink ribbon I cut for each gargoyle.
“Princess, whatever are you planning?” Corvin asks with a wicked grin.
I beckon him over, tying ribbon around his thighs and cock and balls. “You make such pretty gifts.”
His cock jumps in my hand and I smile. “Do we?”
“You know you do. And I know someone who will appreciate you just as much as I do.”
I lead them up the stairs to our tower room where Alaric is waiting, carrying with me a small wooden box with the last surprise. “My lord, I have three pretty gifts for you.”
Alaric sits, propping himself up on his elbow to look over the three gargoyles. I can’t help but admire the shape of him stretched out on the bed, beautifully toned and hard in all the places I love to bite and tease. He is certainly hard in one very important place, and with my gaze I trace the familiar shape of his thick cock with pleasure.
“Gifts fit for a queen, but what have I done to deserve such a pleasure?”
I smile at him. “You know very well you please me very much.”
I direct my three beautiful boys to stand ready for Alaric’s inspection and watch as he walks from the bed to circle them slowly, tweaking at peaked nipples, running his hands over their firm asses. His voice is low and hungry when he speaks next. “I do like these gifts. Beautiful. How shall I use them?”
Raban’s tail swishes and his indrawn breath is audible.
Alaric goes to him, cupping his cheek and tilting his chin up until Raban looks up into his eyes. He parts the gargoyle’s lips with his thumb, and Raban groans. “This pretty girl seems very eager to please.”
I giggle at the way Raban responds to Alaric’s words, sucking on his thumb. Looking as if he wants to melt into my tall, strong huntsman. “I think you should definitely make good use of her. You start while these other pretty maids help get me ready.”
Alaric leads Raban to the bed, and I hand my box to Corvin and instruct Évandre to remove my clothing. Once I’ve stepped out of the last undergarment, Corvin hands me the leather harness he crafted for me. We have fitted it before, but stepping into the leather and lifting it to my hips feels especially exhilarating when I’m anticipating Alaric’s reaction.
It’s Raban who catches sight of me first with the firm wooden cock in place between my legs, securely fastened there with the fitted leather.
He gasps and pulls back from sucking Alaric’s cock, making Alaric turn to look as well. There’s a thick heady silence for a long moment as they stare.
Raban makes a choked whimper. “Princess! I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more perfect.”
Alaric’s appreciation is far more succinct. “Fuck.”
I laugh. I’ve never felt more sexy, more like a queen. “Carry on. I want to watch.”
They return to their play with renewed energy, and soon all four of them are on the bed, arranged so that Alaric kneels overthe bed to penetrate Raban from behind even as Évandre sucks Raban from below and Corvin takes Évandre into his mouth while Raban sucks him.
Alaric shivers as I run my nails down his back. His rhythm falters. I tease at his hole with my fingers and his head falls forward. “I have dreamed of you doing this to me again,” he says. “But I never imagined—” I thrust a single finger inside him and he moans. “It suits you, princess.”
My pussy throbs. It does suit me. I’ve never felt more like me than when I stood before my mirror in the palace and looked at myself in the harness Corvin made.
I work Alaric as he fucks Raban, opening him up slowly. Finally I add another finger already thinking about the moment I’ll slide my cock inside him. How will it feel to fuck him this way? To fuck him the way he fucks the others?
Carefully, I take the little vial of oil and pour a bit onto the end of the wooden shaft. Then I fit it to his opening and whisper, “You are doing so well. You are going to take my cock, are you not?”
Alaric lets out a breathy sigh. “Yes, princess.”
He arches his back as I thrust a little way inside. He’s still very tight. I withdraw and try again, and this time I’m able to push deeper. I’ve grown used to fucking them with my fingers, but this feels different. I have no sensation in the shaft, of course, so I must rely on my other senses to tell me how fast to move, how far to push. He groans when I work the shaft deep, and once I have it all the way, I stroke his back.
The moans from the others increase in tempo. Corvin lifts his head from Évandre’s cock and replaces it with his hand so he can watch as I pull back and thrust into Alaric.
