Chapter XXII Knob
XXII Knob
I hiccup.
“Is it a terrifying foe, my queen?” he asks, traces of warm laughter in his voice.
But I don’t answer. I’m too busy staring at the cudgel hanging between his legs.
I finally see why they called it an eel.
It is, indeed, gray—a shade darker than the rest of Raduna.
Its base nestles in a thatch of red hair, very much the same color as that of his braids.
The length seems heavy, horrifyingly thick, its tip misleadingly blunt.
I have no doubts, though. It is a weapon.
Raduna steps from foot to foot, and the thing sways with momentum, attesting to its heft.
Curiosity breaks through my stupor. “How much does it weigh?” I ask, fascinated.
The warrior clears his throat while the club seems to twitch, as if having a life of its own. It… fills out, rising, and I release a long, fascinated breath, enraptured by its progress.
“I’ve never weighed it, my queen,” Raduna says, a sort of strain entering his voice. “Forgive me. It wasn’t my intention to demonstrate this.”
“This?”
“An erection. It happens when a man is aroused.”
“It’s sort of getting bigger,” I say, shaking my head incredulously. “Is it a muscle? Do you train it?”
Raduna swallows audibly. “No, my queen. Arousal causes my member to fill with blood and swell.”
“That’s a lot of blood,” I whisper. “Where does it come from?”
“From his brain,” Arvi says, standing in the door of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hips. “Did he show you the knob yet? He has a fine knob.”
“No,” I breathe, intrigued. “What’s a knob?”
Raduna clears his throat and turns sideways, pointing at something, but my eyes are drawn below to the round, gray sack swinging below his erection.
“Testicles!” I gasp, remembering the diagrams. “Do you have two, like other mammals?”
“Yes.”
Raduna’s erection jumps, and he wraps his hand around it with a distressed hiss. I look up, alarmed. His face is dark with a blush, lips parted, glistening eyes glued to me.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, my queen. Very aroused, but fine.”
“He’s out of his mind with lust,” Arvi says, coming over. “You should either play with it or let him lock himself in the bathroom to deal with it on his own. Look, his balls are turning purple.”
I tilt my head to the side. The ball sack has indeed tinted a purplish shade.
“It’s just more blood flowing,” Raduna huffs.
“The knob,” Arvi says, his black-nailed finger pointing at the top side of the shaft, his hand very close.
“See how it swells? It’s a special little organ we have that humans don’t.
Nature made the Agnidari to please women with their dicks while humans still have to use their fingers like some backward bumpkins.
That is, if they care for their women’s pleasure at all. ”
I take a closer look at the part of the shaft near the base, where indeed, a round, protruding structure swells, pulsing gently. My fingers itch with the need to touch it. Indeed, I’d love to wrap my hand around all of it, maybe try to guess its weight.
“What does it do?”
“When it’s inside you all the way in, it teases a special spot in your body, giving you pleasure,” Arvi explains, pressing his hand to his crotch when there’s movement under his towel. “Hm, isn’t this stimulating.”
“Are you afraid, my queen?” Raduna asks, his voice low and growly, hand tight around his shaft. “Or do you feel better prepared for it?”
I take a deep breath, noting the musky tang in the air. My hips keep wanting to move, and it’s an effort to be still. “Is Magnar’s the same?”
Raduna grunts. “About the same size. A bit curved.”
“And Khay’s? Arvi’s?”
“Khay is pierced, and I’ll keep mine a surprise.” Arvi’s hand tightens on his covered erection as he turns to Raduna. “Why don’t I plunge my head into a bucket of cold water, and then you can go while I stand guard?”
“Agreed.”
Arvi leaves, walking a bit funny, but I don’t pay him much attention. My gaze, as if hypnotized, returns to the enormous, swelling monstrosity of my knight’s cock. I exclaim softly when I see the glistening wetness gathering on the tip.
“Slick, indeed,” I whisper, wetting my lips with my tongue as I wonder how it tastes.
Raduna groans as if from pain, strangling his length with his fingers.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” I ask, fidgeting when I consider the thing, and where it might go inside me. It seems impossible, and yet—not terrifying. If anything, I’m even more curious.
My knight releases a shaky breath. “You licked your lips. I… My queen must forgive me. I feel like I’ll come just from looking at you. Your curiosity is very arousing, as is everything about you.”
I nod, my gaze returning to the cudgel. “Ah, yes. Because you haven’t touched a woman in years.”
He scoffs, the sound breathy, low. “Not just because of that, my queen. I don’t go around sporting an erection every time I see a woman showing a bit of skin.
It’s you I want. You are my queen, and I am at your disposal.
You have my loyalty, my sword, my mind, and yes, my lust. It’s all yours. Because you’re beautiful and smart.”
I gasp in outrage, looking up to scold him, but Raduna’s face is serious and tender, his dark eyes unflinching when they meet mine. He’s being honest, isn’t he? Or maybe I just can’t tell.
“Thank you for showing me,” I say, shifting around when the throbbing between my legs grows intense. “It helped. You can, um, put it away.”
Arvi comes out, and Raduna groans in relief, disappearing in the bathroom.
The bald knight sits down on my bed, eyeing me curiously.
I eye him back, since he’s wearing only a pair of underwear, his torso and legs bare.
Arvi is a bit shorter than Khay, his arms more defined, and he has blue tattoos swirling around his nipples and down his ribs.
“So, are you terrified or intrigued?”
I shake my head with a sigh. “A bit of both. Restless, too. I was so tired just now, but I don’t think I can sleep.”
I shift from side to side, and Arvi’s lips tilt up in a smirk, his tongue darting out to play with the piercing. I gasp, instantly knowing I’m blushing.
“You’re horny, laruna,” he says with a dark laugh. “Would you like me to make you come so you can sleep?”
I shake my head at once, eyes wide with shock. Arvi cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I’ll only use my mouth, there will be nothing inside you, and you’ll be asleep as soon as I’m done.”
I throb at that, imagining what it must be like, his face right there, his mouth on me, and that piercing… But no. I’ve already gone into reckless, slutty territory tonight, and I don’t have any more courage left.
“Goodnight,” I mutter, covering myself with blankets.
Arvi huffs and lies down next to me. “Raduna has the first guard shift. Can I hug you?”
“Yes.”
He wraps his warm, naked arms around me, coaxing me to turn until I face him. He moves closer until my head is tucked under his chin, my face pressed to his chest, and he sighs deeply, tightening his arms around me.
“Now it’s a good night.”
*
I wake up in the morning, Khay’s smiling face right in front of me. I gasp, seeing him so close, and he laughs, touching his nose to mine for the briefest moment.
“I heard you had an adventurous night,” he says with a toothy grin. “I’m a little jealous, but then, I got to torture some spies and see a human prince piss himself, so I’ll count that as an excellent night, as well.”
“You found him? Is he dead?” I sit up, instantly awake and blinking in the golden sunlight falling in through the open window. Raduna sits on the foot of the bed, raising his hand in greeting.
Khay’s smile shrinks, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you feel sorry for him. He’s a whiny weakling who was going to steal you from us.”
I rub my eyes, frustrated. “Not sorry. Just curious. If you hadn’t saved me, I would have been married to that prince by now. So, did you find out anything?”
“Enough to know we shouldn’t celebrate the end of the war yet,” Khay says with a sigh.
“Damn, I’m sorry for snapping at you, my lady.
Guess I’m more than a little jealous, but it’s not your fault.
Come on, let’s get dressed. Breakfast is being served in the town hall, and Magnar wants to ride as soon as we eat. ”
Khay dresses me while Raduna watches calmly. I wear Arvi’s black underpants under my petticoats.
The town hall is filled to bursting with Agnidari soldiers who laugh and snicker when I enter with my knights. I blush instantly, thinking they must be making fun of me, and Raduna leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Behind you and to the left, my queen.”
I turn, my hand flying to my mouth in shock.
There he is, the brown-haired prince who was supposed to marry me.
He’s very much alive, his legs tied together, arms stretched high above his head and fastened to a pole sticking out of the wall.
He’s naked and gagged, his eyes flashing with fear.
I walk a step closer as if in a dream, squinting.
They are a muddy brown. Not green at all.
“He’s alive,” I whisper, eyes flicking down to an organ much smaller than Raduna’s.
It’s like a big plum sitting on top of a perky testicle sack.
I look away, gritting my teeth. It’s ridiculous how after a lifetime of knowing so little, I am now so acquainted with the intricacies of male anatomy, and not just of one sentient species.
“We feel he has omitted some crucial information,” Khay says cheerfully, swallowing a bite of an apple he snatched from the nearest table. “So we’re taking him to the capital. He’ll sing nice and long when we’re done with him.”
A heavy hand falls on my shoulder, and I turn, standing face to face with Magnar. His silver eyes are serious as they study my face.
“How are you this morning, dear?”
“Ready to leave this place.” I drop my voice low, looking around to check if no locals are nearby since I don’t want to offend them. “Did you sleep at all last night?”