Chapter XXVI Wife #2
I frown, not understanding his regret. “Lacking? Wasn’t your goal to, ah, put your seed inside me? I’d say you did splendidly. Unless it was meant to stay in. If so, that might be my fault. I don’t know how to keep it from coming out. Even now, it’s just trickling down my…”
I break off when he looks up, his eyes flashing. He strikes, and before I can blink, I’m on my back, my knees pushed up to my chest. Magnar runs his finger through the mess on my inner thigh and pushes it back where it came from.
“Oh!” I cry out, eyes wide. “But… Oh!”
“You’re right, pet,” he says hoarsely. “It is meant to stay inside. I’ll take care of it. How do you feel, then? Broken, like you were afraid?”
I shake my head, my abused flesh responding with eager throbbing when he slides his finger in again and again, all of it slick with my and his fluids and the oil. It’s shockingly messy, and that, too, makes me throb. I was never allowed to be dirty, and there’s an odd thrill to it.
“I like what you’re doing now,” I admit, looking down with shameful fascination. “I don’t think I want it to end yet.”
Magnar and the knights burst out in short, sharp barks of laughter. When I look up in confusion, he shakes his head with a fond smile.
“Pet, we’ve barely started. Look, I’m still hard. They are, too.”
I lick my lips, studying the four cocks surrounding me. The bed smells of the rose oil and musk, and I swallow with difficulty.
“Well, what now?”
“I fuck you again, and last longer,” Magnar says with a wicked grin. “I’ll try to push my knob in this time. We’ll see. But I think my queen needs to come first. And just consider how it would feel to have this other pretty hole stretched and fucked, hm?”
He pushes me back onto the pillows, arranging one under my butt, and I sigh, opening my thighs without being asked.
Magnar pours some oil into his cupped palm and settles in, cleaning me with broad, leisurely strokes of his tongue.
I watch, transfixed. He’s not only licking off what my body produced but his own seed, too, and his purring sounds of pleasure make it obvious he enjoys it.
It seems utterly outlandish. The Agnidari are a strange breed, indeed.
“Close your eyes and breathe, pet,” he says. “Relax, hm? Let me have you as I please.”
I take a deep, shaky breath and obey. Magnar keeps licking and kissing me gently, a warm buzz building in my lower belly. When I begin to move my hips, sighing in pleasure, he presses a slick finger to my back entrance.
“Raduna, remind our pet to breathe. My mouth will be occupied.”
I gasp when he sucks my clit in, his finger swirling against that hole as if gently seeking entrance. When pleasure pulses through my body, I tense. Raduna’s voice comes from nearby, and when I turn my head, I see he’s kneeling by the bed, his face level with mine.
“Take a deep breath, my queen,” he rumbles. “Take it all the way down to where he touches you until you open.”
Oh, I want to, but it’s no use. My body tenses under Magnar’s assault, and I realize with a jolt how depraved it is to have one man between my legs while I look into another’s eyes. I am so dirty, and it makes me feel boiling hot.
“Do it with me,” Raduna coaxes. “I’ll help you. Take a long breath, deep into your belly.”
He inhales slowly, his nostrils flaring, and I mimic him until my belly grows big with air. My body expands downward, and I feel how it relaxes.
Magnar’s finger slips in, and I clench instantly, crying out.
“Very good,” Raduna praises me. “Let’s try it again. You’ll feel more pleasure when you let it flow through you. Breathe with me. You’re doing so well.”
I gaze into his eyes, desperate for that comfort, and obey. My breaths are shaky but deep, and when I soften and Magnar moves within me, I stay relaxed. Raduna praises me continuously, his instruction helping me far more than the breathing.
When Magnar adds another finger, the stretch is almost pleasant, and soon, I move with him, every private part of me tingling from his touch and hot tongue.
“Breathe now, my queen. Don’t hold your breath,” Raduna murmurs, his fingers in my hair, gently stroking. “Beautiful. Feel everything he does. No need to think about anything else. Simply listen to my voice. Exhale slowly. Let it build. Let it… A moment longer…”
I come with a silent cry, pleasure rolling through me in violent, all-encompassing waves. My thoughts disappear, and all I am is a body, one that’s taken care of with love and devotion, held safely.
My eyes are still locked on Raduna’s when Magnar slides up my body. When he pushes in my pussy, it hurts, but not as much as before. I flail out with my hand, and someone grasps it in his. I look down. It’s Khay.
“Breathe again, just like before,” Raduna says in a smooth, lulling cadence. “Let your husband in. He’s going slowly now, see? Waiting for you to relax. Take a deep breath.”
I do, and Magnar gasps when I relax. His length pushes further inside, and I gulp in another breath, fighting my body’s urge to tighten until he’s seated deep, shaking on top of me, stomach muscles hard with tension.
“Better now, pet?” he asks.
I look up, just managing to see his face when he rises high on his arms. It might be all the air I’m breathing, or maybe something else, but I feel kind of loopy. I can’t hold back a wide, happy smile.
“Yes. Welcome inside me, husband.”
He smiles, too, pulling back a little before he slides deeper.
“Thank you for having me, wife.”