Chapter XXV Comm
XXV Communion
I don’t make a sound, half-convinced I must have dreamed this, because depravity of this kind is impossible. Khay’s dark eyes glitter as he seals his lips around Magnar’s finger and sucks it into his mouth with a low, appreciative sound. When he pulls back, he bows his head low.
“Thank you, my king.”
“Raduna.”
The redhaired knight replaces Khay at Magnar’s side, his brows drawn tight as if from pain as he watches Magnar stroke me with his fingers, finally pushing the one still wet with Khay’s saliva inside.
I tremble, my bare stomach undulating as pressure and heat build in my lower belly, my muscles tightening around Magnar’s finger until he hisses, silver eyes flashing up to my face.
“Your queen enjoys your fealty,” he says with a small smirk, offering that wet finger to Raduna.
“Thank you my king, my queen.”
The knight sucks on the finger with a low, rumbly sound of pleasure. When he gets up, I notice his bulge, big and aroused. When Arvi comes over for his turn, I see he is hard, too.
Magnar pets me for the third time, gathering my wetness on his fingers. Now, his motions make sounds, a sort of embarrassing, gentle squelching. His fingers glide over me easily, and Arvi watches the sight with parted lips, his jaw slack.
“She’s so wet,” he whispers in awe.
“Mmm. My queen keeps her word. I never saw a more willing cunt,” Magnar says with a smile, pushing his finger deeper into me.
We both hiss when I tighten around it, my stomach tensing from a shock of pleasure. As soon as Magnar pulls out, Arvi captures his wrist and takes his finger deep in his mouth, moaning with unabashed bliss.
“Drink your queen’s honey,” Magnar whispers, and Arvi’s cheeks work as if he’s licking the finger clean inside, making sure to get every drop. My belly pulses with pleasure, nipples drawing to tight points, and I try to squirm but it’s hard with my thighs spread so far apart.
“I could take you right now,” Magnar says, turning to me when Arvi gets up. “And you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Does your cunt want my cock, my queen?”
His gaze is hard on my face, his smirk almost cruel as he waits for my reply. I roll my lips inside and bite down, tongue locked in embarrassment. I nod.
“Too bad I always keep my word, too,” Magnar whispers, getting up so suddenly, I flinch. “And I promised my queen we’d take every precaution. Khay, would you hand me that oil?”
Khay rummages in a drawer in a bedside table while Magnar crawls onto the bed, his body naked. I sit up, alarmed, and he beckons me closer.
“Here. I want you spread open for me. Let me eat my feast.”
My throat is so tight, I barely manage to swallow as I move hesitantly closer.
He pats the sheets next to him, and I stop, looking him up and down first. His skin is light gray everywhere, long muscles bunching in his thighs as he sits on his heels.
The marks on his forearm glow golden, and I clear my throat, desperate to have a moment to breathe.
It feels like I’ll lose myself if we keep going.
“You never told me what the last mark meant,” I whisper, voice as hoarse as if I’ve been screaming.
Magnar lifts his hand with a smile, turning it until the marks glitter like jewelry.
“Loyalty, lust, protection… And love, Caliane. I vowed to love you when we married first. Today, I vowed it again. Now let me.”
I shake my head, blinking fast as tears crowd my eyes. Oh, it will be just what I need, to cry on my wedding night like a ninny.
“But that didn’t mean anything, it was just a formality,” I protest, shaking my head.
He snorts softly, leaning closer to cup my cheek. His long hair cascades down his shoulders and arms like a soft curtain.
“On the contrary, beloved. That wedding meant everything. Stop stalling and show me your sweet, greedy cunt. You promised, remember? We’re in Roharra. Time to pay up.”
I close my eyes, my entire body tightening with a powerful beat of arousal. I fall onto the pillows with a sob and spread my legs, fisting the sheets in embarrassment and need. I feel so ashamed that I love it when he speaks to me like this. Oh, I shouldn’t, but I do.
“Lovely,” he whispers, his gaze raking shamelessly over my naked body. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.”
I huff in frustration, my chest tightening under the weight of his words. Magnar hums and moves, and I glance at him as he settles between my legs, his muscular shoulders pushing my knees apart.
“The first precaution we’re taking to protect this sweet little pussy is making you come at least twice. After I’m done, I’ll allow you to invite a knight to service you, too. Maybe all of them. But if you do, remember they will fuck you later.”
I shake my head wordlessly, and he grins. “Maybe you’ll change your mind once you feel what an Agnidari tongue can do.”
Before I can muster a response, Magnar gathers his hair back, twisting it on his nape, and dips his head low. His tongue parts me with a long, hot lick, and I cry out from shock, my entire body bursting with pleasure.
“One lick and she’s almost there,” Arvi whispers, and I sob with helplessness when I understand I won’t be able to control myself, and they’ll see it all.
I expect amusement or pity, but when I look at the knights crowding at the side of the bed, their faces are tense, eyes burning.
Arvi has a hand on his crotch, shamelessly stroking himself through his trousers, while Khay’s fists are clenched so tightly, blood drips between his knuckles.
He must have hurt himself with his claws.
I look at Raduna, who watches me with intense awe, and cry out again when Magnar’s lips seal around my clit.
He sucks it deep into his mouth, his tongue drawing shapes over my tingling flesh, and I arch off the mattress, sobbing without tears as stars explode behind my eyelids.
I think I beg him, maybe to stop or to keep going, and the pressure grows, immense, impossible, verging on pain.
It breaks without warning. I drive my hips up, breath frozen as I allow the pleasure to roll through me, tense and shaky, blooming in my lower belly with liquid urgency. This is so much more than the orgasm Magnar gave me on horseback. I am light and fire, bliss and pain folded into one.
When I slump back onto the sheets, gasping for breath, Magnar lifts his head.
He licks his lips with a satisfied smile, and I only watch, feeling broken, helpless, and so at ease.
This is what I need—my control violently ripped away, pleasure forced into my body with long strokes of that alien, pointed tongue.
“Isn’t she beautiful when she comes?” he purrs. “Look at your knights, pet. See how much they love seeing you like this.”
I take in their flushed faces, panting mouths, wide nostrils breathing in the heavy musk that now surrounds me like a cloud. My pleasure has a scent, just like Raduna’s arousal had when he showed me his cock. I smell different than he did, yet also similar.
But that reminds me. I sit up, looking at Magnar with boldness I’m surprised to feel.
“M-my king,” I stutter, my nervous fingers tangling in the sheets. “May I… If you allow… May I try to taste you?”
I wondered ever since I saw that slickness painting Raduna’s tip. Magnar releases a heavy breath, his lips parting in lust.
“You want to? Fuck. Please, do. But only a little, or you’ll make me blow my load in your face instead of this sweet cunt, where it belongs.”
“B-blow your load?”
“Release my seed. I need it inside you, Caliane. I need to breed you every moment I can, make you pregnant before the month is over. Do you understand? After tonight, there won’t be a day when you aren’t dripping with my cum. My seed.”
I stare at him, hot and cold waves of sensation pouring down my spine. Magnar grins, wrapping his fist around his cock. I hiccup from surprise when he swirls his thumb over the wetness painting the tip. He’s entirely sticky with it, and it glistens in candlelight.
“Will you come here or shall I bring it to you?”
My stomach pulses when I remember the way he fed my taste to the knights. I open my mouth, hoping he’ll understand me, and his eyes grow hooded and heavy.
“As you wish, my queen.”
He swipes a blunt-nailed finger over his wetness, swirling it over his sensitive, purpling flesh, and brings that finger up to my mouth. The scent drifts to me, musk and salt, and I suck his finger in the way Arvi did, with unabashed greed.
He isn’t sweet. It’s no honey, and I can’t imagine loving this for the taste alone.
It’s slick and salty, dark and unlike anything I’ve tasted before, but when Magnar groans with pleasure, his cock pulsing as he strangles it with his fingers, I understand the appeal.
It’s a part of him, the most intimate one, and I’ve just made it a part of myself.
He did the same thing when he licked me. The knights did, too. This seems almost like a ritual, something dark and barbaric, infinitely arousing. A communion of bodies.
I pull away and lick my lips. “I… May I?”
I lean slightly forward so he knows what I mean.
“Yes, but just a little. Damn, pet. It was worth it, all the waiting. All those years. Come here.”
I lean over him, my breaths unsteady and shallow, my skin pebbling with goosebumps as he strokes my naked back.
Magnar lets go of his cock and leans back on his hands, and I grip his hard thighs, mesmerized by the dark, obscene length.
It’s really slick now, more and more arousal dripping down the sides.
I should be disgusted. He smells strong here, and it’s no food.
Holding my breath, I dip my head lower and seal my lips around the tip.
“Fuck!”
His hips flex, and suddenly, there’s too much cock in my mouth, my lips stretching uncomfortably over too much girth, the salty tip plunging into my throat.
I pull back with a cough, saliva and his arousal dripping down my chin, and he wipes it away with a shaking thumb, his lips fluttering with each unsteady breath.