Chapter XXV Comm #2
“I can’t take it after all. I need to… Fuck. Pet. You’re so hot inside. So hot.”
The knights murmur, Khay’s teeth flashing in a snorting laugh when I turn to them. Magnar releases a growl of warning.
“Laugh all you want, Khay. Let’s see you do better once she finally has you. If she does.”
Khay’s smirk disappears, replaced by an almost comical expression of fear. I swallow with unease, trying to soothe my burning throat, and Magnar sighs with regret.
“I’m sorry. Here, let me make it up to you both. Lie down on your stomach, pet. Be good now.”
I do as he says, my insides fluttering with a thrill of uncertainty.
I don’t know what he’ll do now, and not knowing sets my blood ablaze.
When Magnar spreads my legs apart, I’m keenly aware of how vulnerable I am like this.
All he needs to do is climb on top of me and take me, and I won’t be able to throw him off.
My pussy tightens at the thought, and Magnar’s breath hitches. “Fuck, I saw that. Such a nice cunt, love. Jumpy little thing.”
I bury my face in my arms, swallowing an urge to giggle. Because, jumpy? Never in a million years would I think to describe my private parts like this.
“I need you a bit higher. Lift your hips. Beautiful.”
He slides a pillow under my belly, then parts my buttocks. I tense, understanding what he sees there. The other opening. The one the knights might use.
But when he buries his face between my legs, his tongue finds my proper entrance and my clit.
Magnar urges my hips higher until my back is obscenely arched, and he has access to everything, licking and sucking.
I writhe on his face, making noises I cannot stop, and the knights’ breaths grow heavier, wet, sliding sounds drifting closer.
I turn my face to the side to see what makes them and gasp from shock.
All three of them have undone their belts and lowered their trousers. Clawed hands fist around their cocks, and they glisten just like Magnar’s, wet and hard. Something gleams on the underside of Khay’s shaft as he slides the circle of his fingers toward the root, and I remember what Arvi said.
Khay’s is pierced.
Then there’s Raduna, dark purple with pounding blood, obscenely wet.
And finally, Arvi. I hold my breath, staring.
I don’t think it’s possible. Already, the size of Raduna’s and Magnar’s cocks makes me flutter with fear, and Arvi…
Is even larger. His declawed fingers grip his length tightly, and he leans his outstretched arm on the wall, grunting deeply as his head lolls. He looks like he’s about to faint.
“You like what you see, love?”
This is the only warning I get. Magnar spreads my cheeks again, and something wet and warm lands on my exposed hole, followed immediately by his lips. I shake my head desperately, fisting the sheets.
“But… With your mouth… How can you… Magnar! You… There… You shouldn’t…”
“So adorable,” he says, pulling away. “What is it, pet?”
“That’s shameful and dirty,” I sob, wishing to turn, but his warm hand splays possessively on the small of my back, pushing me into the mattress.
“Not at all,” he purrs. “Not shameful. Not dirty. It’s mine. That’s the only word you need. All of this is mine, and you’ll let me have it, won’t you?”
“Oh, gods,” I sob, shaking all over.
“No, pet. From now on, it’s ‘oh, Magnar’ or nothing at all. Don’t call the gods into our bed. Repeat that for me so I know you understand.”
“Oh, Magnar,” I whisper, utterly mortified and so hot, I swear the sheets sizzle where they touch my skin.
“That was lovely, Caliane. I’m so pleased with you,” he murmurs.
I cry out when his lips return there, soft and warm. I don’t understand how he’s not disgusted—by me in general, too, but this part in particular.
Magnar doesn’t just lick me there, easing the tightness of my muscles with every careful pass of his tongue.
He enjoys himself. The sounds he makes are satisfied and avaricious, his lips kissing me when his tongue retreats, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of my buttocks as he spreads me open, further and further until suddenly, his tongue slides inside.
I freeze, my breath rushing out in shock.
I stare at the headboard with unseeing eyes, feeling him right there, hard and warm, utterly foreign.
It tingles, warmth spreading up until it encompasses my lower back with bliss.
I let my head fall, breathing hard, my body melting.
The more I relax, the more I seem to open until he pulls back, and something else, warm yet harder, slides in.
A finger.
It goes deep, and I cry out, my muscles clenching. Magnar hisses and pulls back, and I feel every inch of that length sliding against this intimate place no one has touched before.
“Oh, g… Magnar,” I whisper, shaking my head incredulously.
“It was nice, pet, wasn’t it? Imagine more of that. Imagine how they’ll love it. Taking their queen. Giving her their lust and seed, every last drop, for you.”
I whimper, biting into the pillow from sheer overwhelm. It sounds delicious. I want it. And yet… So big.
“Just think about it,” he says, sounding smug and crafty. “I’ll be right back.”
I lie there without moving, feeling slick and warm, my hair fluttering next to my lips from every ragged breath. The knights are silent, making no more sliding sounds, but when I look at them, they are even harder. Arvi holds his cock in a tight fist, his eyes closed, face pale.
“Are you all right?” I ask, turning anxiously to study him.
He hums in response, but it’s Raduna who explains.
“Arvi is very big, even for an Agnidari. For a cock of this size to harden, a lot of blood is needed. He’ll get better once he uses it more often, but for now, it’s difficult for him to sustain consciousness and an erection for longer than a few minutes. ”
“Oh.” I lick my lips, feeling guilty. “Is he in pain, then?”
“Noooo,” Arvi slurs, eyes cracking open. “Bess night ‘f ma life. Don’ worry.”
Magnar returns, pouncing on the bed with a wicked smile.
He rolls me without warning until I’m on my back, squealing from surprise.
He laughs, unhinged and happy, and dives back between my legs.
His merciless tongue plays with me until I shatter again, my belly hurting from being so tense, so filled with pleasure.
As I blink, desperately trying to focus through my daze, he strokes himself leisurely, his silver eyes roaming my body as if he can’t get enough. I realize I’m sprawled open, legs carelessly spread, all of me soft and weak. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to fight him now.
He’ll do with me as he pleases.