Chapter 2
Two
The kluritarus cliterati stabs the female in the stomach with its needle-like penis and ejaculates directly into her ovaries.
Why am I turned on by this?
- Arienna
Six years ago, in Brownston...
As I sit in the comfort of my chair, reading Fabia’s latest book, I press my thighs together and try not to squirm.
Although I often read one handed, with a toy in the other, at the moment, there is an ifiko lizard stretched out on my lap, and her skin is poisonous.
A single brush of her scales will kill me.
She flicks her rounded, pale-blue tongue out as she shifts on the blanket I have draped over myself. With my gloved hand, I scratch the black and pink scales on her head, but most of my attention is firmly on my book.
There are multiple men on the pages, fighting to the death in one of Raza’s infamous arenas. But instead of trying to buy their freedom with their victory, they’re fighting for the right to marry the Razian queen.
Khodan, a Vylian prisoner of war, is slaughtering his way through his competition.
With each bunching of his muscles, my mouth waters as I visualise his naked sculpted form dancing around the arena.
No one is very toned in Brownston; we all live a life of luxury and peace rather than one of constant war, but we have statues.
Oh, do we have statues, and the idea of seeing one of them in real flesh and bone, rippling and moving and thrusting –
I clear my throat as I flip the page.
Khodan’s back flexes as he darts to the side, barely being missed by the blade of his opponent.
His thighs tense, launching him into the air.
His sword rises high above him, his translucent fairy wings flapping hard to give him even more height.
Dropping onto the back of his opponent, a Razian male with khaki hair and colourful tattoos all down his neck, he slams his blade straight through his skull.
As the man drops to his knees, Khodan rolls off him and onto his feet.
Rising, he faces the queen. She sits regally in her chair, high in the stands, overlooking the violent rounds of the tournament.
Holding her cold violet gaze, he lifts two of his sweaty, bloody fingers and sucks them deep into his mouth.
I bite back a groan as I squeeze my thighs together.
Next up is a man with golden eyes – half-Razian, half-Alzan.
He has the wings of a fairy, but half of his face and other parts of his body are covered in white scales.
A full Alzan is scaled from head to toe, with a cobra’s hood and a tail instead of legs.
But this guy has two legs and a thick tail, which he uses as he fights, along with a mace, his acidic saliva, and sharp claws.
For most of his kills, the mace is forgotten.
The bloody, gruesome rounds of the tournament span across pages and pages, until only five men out of the original hundred remain.
A whimper of expectation lodges in my throat; sex and violence will surely be combined soon in pure Fabia fashion. But when I read the next bit, my jaw drops.
Daisy, the poisonous ifiko lizard on my lap, yawns in warning as my hand stills. I quickly start petting her again. The last thing I need is to die before I make it to the end of this chapter.
Because by the gods, I’m certain I am reading this wrong.
But nope. It is right there in black and white…
As the champions stand naked in a line, the magic swirls around their groins, lengthening their cocks until each are as long as their forearms. Thick and heavy, they throb upright in the air.
Sharp barbs push out from their bulbous heads in all directions.
On the very tip is one that is extra long and thin like a needle.
Holding Khodan’s gaze, Queen Persephone strips out of her tunic.
The silky black fabric pools around her feet, bowing to her like the men soon will.
Only her pussy is now covered. A magical cloth with a thin golden chain criss-crossed around it hides her from their view.
Her large breasts snag the attention of all the men except for Khodan; his blue-and-silver eyes, full of heat and challenge, stay on hers.
Spreading her wings, Queen Persephone launches into the air and flies down into the arena.
She lands on top of the dais that rises out of the sand through magic.
It’s easily three times her height. She looks at each of the five warriors in turn.
Her gaze settling on Khodan, she says, “The first of you to fill my ovaries with your cum will become king.”
The motion is instant.
My body stills. The pressure between my thighs slowly dies as my eyes widen. Those cocks are going to hurt. I want to stop reading, but like an insect to a light, I’m sucked in.
The men fight each other with their fists, claws, teeth, and feet at first. Their weapons were removed after the last round.
But then Khodan grabs Nolan, a Razian royal guard.
As he grapples him away from the dais, his new cock slips into Nolan’s back.
It goes in so smoothly, so easily, like a knife through butter that’s been left out all day.
After that, the warriors attack each other cock first. Hips thrust. Men groan. Blood and sweat pours down beautifully sculpted bodies, making their thick muscles glisten.
My lips parting, I continue to read. My breaths come out in sharp puffs of disbelief and horror… and excitement. My thighs start shifting again as Nolan drags his way up the dais while the other four men are preoccupied with fighting each other.
A smile tugs at the fairy queen’s lips as Nolan’s hand wraps around her waist. He spins her to face him; without even looking in her eyes, he tries to tear the magical fabric from her pussy.
When it doesn’t budge, he attacks the chain with his cock.
Frustratingly, it stays in place despite his attempts to cut and rip it to pieces.
The chain is imbued with magic and is called a witch’s snare. Only Queen Persephone can undo it. But she has no desire to say the magic word for him.
I gasp as I stare at the words. Queen Persephone is one sly lady. She’s rigged the final challenge so she can pick the winner. Smart.
When the other four men finally realise Nolan’s on the dais, they fly as one to stop him. They alternate between trying to shove each other off and removing the queen’s thin golden chain themselves.
With Queen Persephone sandwiched between the five bloody, sweaty men, she turns to Khodan and grabs his large cock beneath the barbs.
His eyes flicker to hers. She smiles as she presses him against her stomach.
Throwing her head back, she impales herself upon the sharp needle at the end, then pushes herself all the way down his barbs.
What.
The –
What?
I blink and reread the passage again, certain there’s a typo and that Fabia meant ‘against her pussy’.
But nope, it becomes terrifyingly clear that ‘stomach’ is correct. Queen Persephone grabs Gage’s, the half-Razian, half-Alzan’s, cock behind her and slides it into her back as she partly moves off Khodan’s. They spear her from both ends, their grunts of exertion turning into soft moans of ecstasy.
Realising they’re not meant to remove the chain at all, the other three warriors quickly grab hold of their cocks and slide them into her abdomen.
The five of them fuck her hard and fast, trying to come as quickly as possible.
Bloody, calloused hands grab her breasts.
Mouths trail across her shoulders, neck, and face.
Lips claim her nipples, shoving the hands out of their way.
The pain Queen Persephone feels is overly intense and erotic. Seemingly as one, the five warriors thrust hard inside her. Khodan’s cock brushes up against Gage’s, cutting it and being cut, but neither of them stop. Their blood mixes with hers, bringing them together in the most primal of ways.
Shuddering, Queen Persephone turns to kiss Nolan on the lips.
His hand circles her throat as he kisses her hard, his fingers flexing, his hips bucking, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth.
As Khodan lowers his head to claim a nipple, Victor, the Razian merchant, does the same beside him. The queen arches on an orgasmic scream.
As she jerks between them, the five champions come together, their cum overfilling her ovaries and gushing out of the holes in her stomach.
Reaching for the back of Khodan’s and Victor’s heads, Queen Persephone holds them both to her as they shudder inside her. “You have to keep fucking me,” she says, “until there’s only one person’s cum left inside me.”
Nibbling my lip, I glance up from my book to stare at Daisy.
She hates being moved, but there’s no way I can touch myself with her on my lap; I’ll die a most agonising death.
Then Fabia will find my body when she comes over to ask about her book, and she’ll go on and on and on about how she told me to stop bringing monsters home.
I wrinkle my nose. On the plus side, I’d at least be dead during her rant.
On the downside, I’d most likely have died with my fingers inside me, her book open on the chapter of a slug dick gangbang.
I cock my head to the side, debating.
Very slowly, I shake a corner of the blanket on my lap.
Daisy opens her mouth in protest, but eventually, she climbs down and walks over to her heat lamp in the corner of the sitting room.
Sighing in relief, I peel off my gloves and quickly duck one hand beneath the blanket.
Doing my best to ignore Daisy’s large slitted eyes staring right at me, I focus back on Fabia’s book.
I shift in my chair. Spreading my thighs, I continue to read.
Grunting, Gage is the first to start up again, but the others are not far behind…