Chapter 18 #3
Everly hesitates only a moment. Leaning forward and parting her lips, the tip of my cock disappears into her mouth.
The heat and wetness has me sucking in a sharp breath.
I repeat it as Everly gives the tip of my dick a curious sweep of her tongue.
Then, slowly, she sinks further down my shaft.
I know she's just being cautious, the experience new and different.
But the slow descent is torture. Her mouth waters, saliva making the motion smooth and oh so fucking good.
Her tongue flattens along the bottom of my cock and presses against it.
Unable to resist, I grab her hair and wind it around my fist. I guide her down the rest of the way until her shoulders hitch and she chokes.
“Shh, you're doing good. Relax,” I tell her. “Now breathe through your nose, hollow out your cheeks, and give me a suck.”
The way Everly listens to commands then completes the tasks with perfection is just as exhilarating as having her mouth on me. She’s the perfect student. I groan as she gives my cock a gentle suck. It's almost a tease.
“Harder,” I gasp. A second one slips out almost at once as she does as she's told. “Now pull back.”
I give her hair a tug, and her mouth slides back up the length of me. The breathy sound I make is from sheer delight. God, her mouth feels so fucking good. I watch as she pulls off my cock, a string of saliva following.
A surge of precum leaks from the head of my dick.
“Lick it away,” I tell her breathlessly as she stares at the pearly liquid with surprise.
In an almost unconscious motion, Everly licks her lips before leaning forward. The entire surface of her tongue slowly slides over the tip of my dick, lapping up the precum like a cat savoring its bowl of milk.
“You listen so well, Everly.”
She looks up at me with her hazel eyes so, so wide and full of innocence and curiosity.
“You taste…” She tilts her head to the side, considering her response. My cock twitches hard when she licks her lips again, a hint of a bewildered smile appearing. “Not bad, like I thought it would.”
Fuck me. I can already tell I’m never going to get enough of this woman kneeling before me.
“You like it? Good, I’ll feed you my cum every day, Everly. As many times as you want it,” I gasp out, feeling drunk on power. “You’re going to do it again. This time, I'm going to guide you. Remember to breathe through your nose, okay?”
The hint of a smile falls away as she leans forward, opens her mouth, and once more takes the tip of me between her lips.
Using her hair, I drag her back down my shaft.
She sucks me harder this time, and my hips jerk in response.
A shiver of pleasure starts in my balls then shoots up my spine.
I shudder under its intensity. The next time she descends toward my pelvis, her tongue is more exploratory.
She caresses me, tracing veins and sweeping side to side.
It’s strange teaching someone the basics.
I'm used to women with experience under their belts eagerly sucking down my dick.
They knew what they were doing, how to make it feel fucking fantastic, how to prolong the inevitable release or how to quicken it.
Everly's not them. Her inexperience is painfully obvious, but as I murmur directions like “sweep your tongue beneath the head of my cock next time”, “open your throat and take me deeper”, “it’s ok if you gag, I love the sounds you make”, she obeys.
Teaching her just the way I like it with her having nothing else to go on, is fucking phenomenal.
By the time my balls begin to tense and raise, my orgasm nearly here, I know the only way I’ll ever be able to get off again is if it’s Everly doing it. Her mouth, her obedience, her sweet nature… It's too perfect. I’ve been ruined by this little, wide-eyed doe.
“Alright, Everly, I’m going to cum,” I gasp out as my cock swells in her mouth. “Swallow it down. Don’t let a drop escape.”
My warning comes on the cusp of the eruption.
The first wave of cum that shoots out causes Everly to choke, clearly not realizing how imminent my release had been.
But she gets herself under control and swallows the next rope, then the next.
By the time I’m utterly spent, my body feels pleasantly loose.
Using her hair, I pull Everly off my cock then jerk on it, forcing her to look up at me.
Her eyes are slightly glazed over, her lips swollen and wet…
“You look so damn fuckable,” I breathe out as my chest heaves. When her eyes widen in surprise, I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask that of you now. But I will demand another kiss once you tuck me back into my pants. This time on my lips.”
Without a word, Everly does as she’s told.
When she rises, it’s on wobbly legs. I grab her elbow to keep her steady.
With a deep breath, she rolls up onto the balls of her feet and presses her swollen lips against mine.
Before I can deepen the kiss, seeking to taste myself on her tongue, the door to the suite flies open and hits the wall with a bang.
I break away from Everly as Rowan storms into the room and announces, “We have a fucking problem.”
“And what’s that?” I ask sharply, annoyed to have been interrupted. I turn to find him red in the face and his fists clenched tight.
Ignoring Everly, he looks at me and says, “Purdy demanded, in front of half the court, that our queen go through initiation, just like everyone else, and everyone voiced their agreement.”
My body stiffens as objection swiftly roils through me.
Being in our position, holding power over others, is a precarious thing.
We might garner awe and excitement initially wherever we go given our social status outside the walls of Serenity Falls, but people eventually grow bored or jealous and try to challenge our power.
They like to test the limits, to see if we’re just bark with no bite.
The way to keep that from happening is to bite first, then bark.
Initiation is our bite. The way to show everyone we’re willing to stomp out the useless.
It’s what makes us kings and everyone else peasants.
I glance at Everly, hating the idea of putting her through it.
Surely electroshock therapy should’ve counted for her initiation.
Exhaustion has creeped into her features, adding shallow shadows in places they hadn’t been minutes ago.
She’s in no position to go through anything this evening.
Unfortunately, if we want to keep her with us for as long as possible, we need to put her through initiation sooner rather than later.
I tilt my head to gain guidance from The Universe.
The minute I do, I know something’s wrong.
Something’s very fucking wrong. My heart drops.
I hear nothing in place of Its voice. There’s a faint ringing, like when you listen to music too loudly for too long, then it suddenly cuts off.
There’s no voice, no fizzling of energy, no anything .
What. The. Fuck is happening?
“Braum,” Rowan calls, drawing my attention. “There’s more.”
My heart begins to race, and sweat gathers on my brow. Where the fuck is The Universe? Why isn’t It speaking to me? Why can’t I feel It?
“What?” I snap back, too distracted for this right now. “Spit it out, Rowan.”
“Purdy suggested the queen be put through the Labyrinth.”
The floor feels as if it has dropped out beneath me. Fury collides with my panic. “Son of a cum bucket!”
Purdy, for all her flaws, is a smart, conniving bitch. She heard her position with Rowan has been threatened, so this is her way of fighting back. The Labyrinth is the most dangerous initiation of them all. Purdy’s trying to eliminate the competition before Everly’s presence can take root.
“That fucking bitch!” I shout loudly.
“I know,” Rowan agrees, scowling in return. “We have to do this first before we can throw Everly a party and introduce her to everyone.”
Everly looks between us. “W-wait, what’s going on?”
My head whips in her direction. The dread etched on her face isn’t because she understands what’s being requested of her. It’s there because she knows something is wrong and doesn’t have the strength to face it head on this time. She needs time.
Hell, I need time. Time to figure out why the hell It’s so silent in my head.
Once The Universe starts communicating with me again, I’ll be able to figure out how to get Everly out of this fucking mess.
She’s above trivial games. Fuck, I can’t believe The Universe has gone silent now , when I need It the most.
“Braum?” Everly pushes, dragging me out of my thoughts.
“Our court—” I start, my voice deep with anger, “—is demanding you get put through your paces, and we can’t fucking get you out of it.”
Or can we…? I listen to The Universe again, but no response comes. Fuck. Fuck!
Everly’s face twists with fear. She looks from me to Rowan and then back at me, understanding naturally who’s really in charge here.
“But, Braum, I can’t?—”
“I know you can’t,” I interrupt furiously as my panicking thoughts get the best of me. Without The Universe whispering Its encouragement and ideas, I find myself lost and unsure of what exactly I’m supposed to do. The only thing I can think of is to stall.
Rowan steps closer, his brows furrowing with confusion. “Braum, she has to?—”
“There’s nothing in our rules that says she has to do it right away,” I interrupt, trying to think through the rising panic in my head.
What is happening right now? Why is my head so fucking quiet?
I hate it. No, I loathe it. I can feel the beginning edges of my sanity starting to unravel as I search for any sign of The Universe.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I try to focus on the conversation.
It’s imperative that everyone in this room understands the gravity of the situation.
“After what happened last night, Everly isn’t physically up to such exertion tonight,” I push on. “We’ll postpone the initiation until Monday night.”
“Monday?” Rowan repeats, confused. “But that’s tomorrow. Do you think that’s enough time for?—”
I wave off his concern. “It has to be.”
If we push it off too much longer, the tunnels will only be that much more dangerous. The water fills them much faster when there’s a full moon which is just around the corner.
“Fine,” Rowan huffs, shooting a worried look at Everly, which only deepens. He’s probably seeing her fatigue just as clearly as I am.
We might not be able to give her much more time to recover, but this postponement is at least something .
To Everly, I add, “You’re going to go back into my room and remain there until tomorrow night.
Sleep, and one of us will make sure you have food to eat.
Whatever it takes, you need to recover quickly because you’re going to have to prove to our people that you’re worth keeping around.
To do that, you’re going to have to stay alive. ”
My hands tremble, a sure sign I’m about to lose it. Unable to stand here and endure the silence within my head much longer, I stroll toward the door to my suite.
“Where are you going?” Rowan asks. “We should talk about?—”
“Later,” I snap. My hand lands on the doorknob but I stop and I force myself to look over my shoulder at him.
“Our future queen has agreed to show us her gratitude for hiding her, and she’s to be cooperative when we demand something.
However, she’s a virgin, Rowan. She’s mine to ruin first, got it? ”
It’s what The Universe would want if It was here.
It’s what I want because I deserve it.