Epilogue
A good little slut knows how to convince her king to let her keep a cutie.
Who’s a cutie? You are! Yes, you are!
- Arienna
One week later…
“What are you doing?”
Flinching at the sound of my king’s voice, I hurriedly wipe off the last of the blood on my thigh, hoping he can’t see it from his position behind me. The healing wand lays beside me in the bathroom, recently used, thank gods. If Richard had come in a few seconds earlier…
“I was sparring with Nicholas,” I say. “He hit me, and I didn’t want you to see.”
I wince at how quickly the lie comes out, but Richard won’t kick his brother out of the castle. He will remove the snake that bit me though. Even though Bitey didn’t mean to bite me. She’s blind, so she probably just thought I was a mouse or something.
“How bad?” he demands.
“Not too bad,” I say, turning to face him. I hold my leg out so he can look at it. “But I know how you don’t like anyone hurting me.”
His eyes lift from my thigh to mine, and I hurriedly blurt, “How about I help you with the Okahi treaty?” Our two kingdoms are nowhere near declaring peace, but they’re the next ones he wants to approach.
“I could suck your cock as a stress reliever?” And make you feel good enough to let me keep Bitey!
He looks like he wants to say something, but instead he holds out his hand. Rising, I grab it with a wide grin.
Gods, he’s easy. At this rate, I will be able to keep all of Bitey’s babies too; I’m absolutely certain she’s pregnant and will give birth any day now. She’s certainly eating enough for a brood.
And ah! Then they can grow up together with Hyatt’s babies. They haven’t come out of the scorpion yet, but once they do, they’ll kind of look like snakes. Fat, chunky snakes. I’m sure Bitey’s babies will accept them in an instant.
Following Richard out of the ensuite, I check out his ass. Then we head towards the royal study side by side. Pulling back his chair, Richard gives me room to move beneath his desk, and I do so after a quick peck on his check. Kneeling, I wait for him to take his seat.
Running my lips across his thighs, I start to tease him.
Papers rustle above me, but soon he won’t be concentrating on his work at all.
With a low groan, he reaches down to undo his belt.
I whack his hand away, wanting to tease him at my own pace.
His fingers twisting in my hair, he pulls me to him.
Chuckling, I kiss him through his trousers, then slowly pull his cock out. But just as I wrap my lips around him and start sliding down, the study door bangs open.
My eyes widening, I freeze. As the person walks over to the desk, I wonder if I should crawl out and say hi or if I should stay hidden...
My eyes focus on the cock between my lips though. My heart racing, I swirl my tongue around its tip.
“Fabia,” Richard says, causing me to nearly bang my head against the desk. If it wasn’t for his fist in my hair, I would have. “It’s four in the morning. What are you doing here?”
Panicking, I try to leave so I can make a run for it. But the fingers in my hair tighten. Push me back down. As his cock presses against my lips again, I dig my fingers into his thighs. I try to turn my head, but his grip is too strong.
Narrowing my eyes, I open my mouth and bite him. My teeth scrape all the way down his length as he jerks into me. His piercing knocks into the back of my throat.
“Do you think I want to be up at this godsdamn hour to talk to you about your dumbass wife?”
His fingers bite at my scalp. His cock is filling my throat, making it hard to breathe. Reaching up, I pry his hand from my hair so I can lift my head. Sucking in a much needed breath of air, I thread my fingers through his.
“Do not insult your queen,” he growls.
“Piss off. I’m her best friend. I’m allowed to call her a dumbass.”
I can practically see her raising a brow and crossing her arms. I press my lips against Richard’s palm. He trails his thumb across my cheek. Turning my head, I suck it into my mouth. His cock jumps in front of me. I grin hard. Sucked harder. His thumb presses deeper into me.
“Why are you here?” he repeats.
“Because you’re encouraging her to act out!”
His hand fists my hair, trying to guide me back between his thighs. His cock strains in front of me, and I lick my lips before it reaches me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he says, rubbing my face against his cock. I turned my head at the last second, teasing him, making him work for it.
“The hel you don’t!” Fabia’s footsteps sound quick and heavy across the wooden floor. “Women talk. I know your punishment for her bad behaviour ends with a fucking orgasm.”
I roll my lips in as a giggle works its way up my throat.
If only she knew –
Turning my head, I lick my way up his cock. I rub my lips across his tip. Swirl my tongue around it, then draw it into my mouth. The urge to giggle increases, silenced only by his thick, hard cock. If she catches us now, she’s really going to let him have it.
“How I punish my wife is up to me,” Richard says, his voice calm and even.
My eyes narrow. What a bloody insult. I’m sucking his cock. The least he can do is lose all control, maybe even stutter a bit. Cupping his balls, I suck his cock hard as I flick my tongue across his head.
His fingers collar my neck. His hips buck beneath me.
My grin bloody widens.
“Not when it puts her life in danger! She brought home a snake two nights ago, and you just tied her to your bed.”
His fingers tighten around my throat. “She did what now?”
Drat. I was hoping to introduce him to Bitey after I put him in a good mood.
I take all of him in my mouth. His fingers loosen around my neck. I swallow around his cock as I run a finger down his balls. His legs spread, giving me further access. Sucking him deep, I finger myself, wetting two digits well.
“You didn’t know?” Fabia demands.
“No.” His tone sends a shiver down my spine that nestles in-between my legs. Raising my wet hand to his balls, I cup them as my two soaked fingers dip between his cheeks.
His knee nearly bangs into my face when I circle his hole. Releasing my neck, he grabs my wrist and guides me inside him.
With my entire soul riveted on my disappearing finger, I miss whatever Fabia’s saying.
I only hope Richard does too because despite what she said, his real punishment doesn’t end in an orgasm.
He leaves me on the edge for hours. Days even.
And I cannot handle that right now. Not when I am so soaked I’m worried about making a slip hazard beneath his desk.
As I work my middle finger into his ass, I marvel at the way he grips me. His muscles clench around me, so tight, so greedy, so damn hot. Pushing my finger all the way in, I lean down and suck on his balls.
His hand goes back into my hair. For two seconds. Then he’s grabbing his cock. I pull his hand away with a smirk. Ha! Let’s see how much you like being edged!
“I’ll make sure she never does that again,” he says. His hips jerk in frustration. His ass clenches around my finger.
“Without bringing her to an orgasm?” Fabia demands, clearly not buying his assurances.
I bring my ring finger up to his ass, circle the hole, and shove in. His knee knocks into my chin. His hand cups my face, asking if I’m okay. I turn my hand and kiss his palm. He didn’t hit me hard enough to make a sound, let alone do any damage.
Then again, he could’ve knocked my teeth out and I wouldn’t have cared because the way he’s gripping both my fingers right now is pushing me to the edge of orgasm.
Cupping his balls with my other hand, I lift them in the air so I can have a full visual of his ass.
I glide my fingers out of him slowly. His hips lift off his chair ever so slightly, following after my hand.
Parting my lips, I try to control my breathing.
The desire in my pussy is dripping all down my thighs.
I curl the end of my fingers and feel their phantom touch inside me, pleasuring me as I pleasure him.
“Yes,” he says firmly.
The hel?
“Liar.” Fabia snorts.
He better frickin’ be.
“I give you my word.” He shoves his thumb into my mouth.
“With no orgasms?”
“Yes,” he bites out.
The bastard.
I bite down on his thumb. Hard.
Ripping free of my mouth, he grabs my throat. As his fingers squeeze me, desire builds in-between my legs with every increase in pressure.
My head growing dizzy, I shove my fingers deep into his ass. Withdraw, then ram them in again.
Fisting my hair, he pulls me to his cock. I open my mouth wide, taking him all in. I suck him hard and deep. I fuck him with my fingers fast and wild.
My desire is bordering on painful. My mind spins. I’m about to come all over his shoes without even needing to be touched.
“Now get out,” Richard says, his voice cracking for the first time.
My heart pounds in my skull, but I don’t stop. I’m too close. And so is he, I can tell.
Closing my eyes, I suck him harder as I work my fingers faster. His grip tightens in my hair to the point of pain.
When the door to his office opens, I slip two fingers inside myself. He pushes his chair back a few inches. The door closes, and he reaches down with his other hand to grab my face. Holding me still, he bucks up into me. Fast. Hard. Wild.
My fingers thrust into him at the same tempo.
I struggle to breathe in the split second he gives me by pulling out. I gasp around his cock, my mouth so full, my pussy so drenched. I moan his name. He hisses mine like a curse.
His fingers digging into my scalp, he thrusts up hard into me. My teeth scrape along his length before he hits the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water. His groan reverberates straight down to my pussy, and I clench around myself, so close to coming.
He keeps me pinned down. So deep. His ass clenches around my fingers. The air vibrates with the rapid flap of his wings, and hot cum shoots so far down my throat I can feel it dripping out of my vagina.
Moaning, I swallow it all. Three big gulps that leave me panting.
I push a third finger inside him. A hiss escaping his lips, he rocks his hips against me. Slowly, I fuck him with my hand as I lift my head off his cock and look him in the eyes. They burn with arousal and dominance and undeniable love.
Lowering my mouth, I suck on his balls.
I thrust my fingers inside him.
Draw them out.
And push them in again.
Slowly.
Ever so slowly as I suck first one ball and then the other.
He shudders under my caresses.
As his cock twitches, rising and hardening in front of me, I pepper sweet kisses along his thighs. Kiss the tip of his cock. Lick my way up it and nibble his piercing.
Rising, I continue my exploration, pushing his shirt up with my pussy-soaked fingers as I kiss his flat stomach.
My other fingers stay inside him. His muscles spasm beneath my lips.
And when I claim one of his nipples in-between my teeth, he arches back on a groan.
Tugging on it gently, I grab his cock. His tight ass grips me as I grip him.
“My queen…” It comes out as a rasp. An order and a plea all at once.
Heady, I release his cock, lift my head and pull out of his ass. Smiling sweetly, I ask, “Now what did you say about me not getting an orgasm?”
Task.
Fucking.
Failed.
Tied to the bed on the mezzanine with my hands above me and my legs spread apart by two other belts, I glare at Richard.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, his eyes hard. “Do you want to tell me again what you were doing with the healing wand?”
“Nicholas hit me while sparring.” I don’t even hesitate.
“Arienna.”
“He did.” I smiled sweetly.
His eyes narrow. “One.”
A nervous giggle escapes. “One what?” I can handle an hour of edging.
“Day.”
My eyes widen. “That’s not fair!”
“Snakes are not to be messed with.”
“But –”
“Two.”
“It’s blind and pregnant!”
“Four.”
“What happened to three?”
“Six.”
Whimpering, I break down. “Okay! Bitey might have…” I trail off, suddenly realising I probably shouldn’t have named her Bitey.
“I’m going to kill Jace.”
“What? Why?” If he did that, who’d help me bring back the next cutie I found? “He didn’t have anything to do with it!”
“You expect me to believe you managed to carry a snake up the tree by yourself?”
“Yes?”
His jaw tight, he spins on his heels.
“Where are you going?”
“To kill him.”
Spreading his wings, he jumps off the mezzanine, and I listen to the frustrating bang of the study door. I hope it hit his obnoxiously tight ass on his way out.
At the sound of the lock twisting, I scowl.
I open my mouth to yell for help before realising it’ll be pointless.
My king will just punish me later if any of the guards help me now – after he undoubtedly adds on to my sentence.
And Fabia will definitely make this whole situation worse.
Jace, if he’s smart, would have bolted from his position outside as soon as Fabia entered.
Pulling on the belt holding my wrists together, I exhale in sexual frustration. And regular frustration. Fuck, I’m just frustratingly frustrated.
Ugh.
I try to rub my thighs together but fail, the two belts on my feet not allowing for any contact at all. Double freaking frickin’ frecken’ – ugh.
Why didn’t I let myself come beneath the table?
Stupid frickin’ horny brain being frickin’ stupid!
Ugh!
I roll my head back to look at my hands and try to tug myself free, but the belt, although not tight, is nice and snug. I’m going anywhere.
Although… my heart murmurs, this is a damn good place to be.