Chapter XXVII Choice
XXVII Choice
I grip Khay’s hand tighter when Magnar moves.
His body is a wonder above me, muscles tight and sculpted.
He keeps himself raised high for my benefit, so I see his face.
His expression soon turns violent, those vicious, throat-ripping teeth bared in a snarl, eyes tight and narrowed.
I know he’s not angry with me. It’s the passion overriding his manners, pulling out the beast, and…
And…
He's beautiful. It’s the first time I admit it fully. Not just not-disgusting. Not just pretty because of his hair.
Magnar is, well, magnificent.
“Ow.” I cringe when he thrusts too fast, too deep, and my insides bloom with pain.
“Fuck. Sorry. The knob won’t go in, and I’m dying to have you swallow me whole.”
He stops, panting, and I slowly raise my free hand to his side. His skin is hot and smooth, ribs hard, muscles dancing with every breath. He shakes his head as if to clear it and pulls out. I gasp in protest, because I don’t want this to be over.
“I’ll go right back in,” he murmurs. “Just need to kiss you.”
He cups my breast in his palm and feasts on my lips, tongue plunging deep. His erection slides against my thigh, hard and wet, and he groans into my mouth. I hesitate, but he’s my husband, isn’t he? I have a right to touch him, too.
So I stroke down the heaving expanse of his back, marveling at the smooth skin, the masculine broadness, the chiseled shape. Khay lets go of my hand with a whispered command.
“That’s it. Touch your beautiful husband, little diamond. He needs a woman’s hand.”
Magnar grunts but doesn’t stop kissing me, and I stroke his back with both hands, then trail them lower, reaching as far as I can. Magnar pulls back from the kiss and looks at me with heated eyes.
“That’s it, pet. Bold little thing. Touch me anywhere you want.”
When Magnar thrusts with a hiss of pleasure, I grab hold of his buttocks, squeezing with curiosity. Oh, they are nothing like mine. His backside is round and shapely, but the cushion is all muscle, and it flexes and hardens with every thrust.
I tighten again, my lower belly pulsing, and Magnar slows down with a groan.
When I glance down, I gasp shakily, seeing the long, stroking movements of him inside me.
My stomach undulates and shapes around his intrusion in an alien, shocking display, and it’s at once nauseating and horribly arousing.
When Magnar follows my line of sight, he curses viciously.
“I won’t last long, pet. Should make you come, but I’ll collapse if I touch you. If you let one of them… Ah, don’t worry. I’ll make you come after.”
He shakes his head, hair dancing, and I take a deep breath. It’s time to choose, and this choice is easier than I anticipated.
Magnar showed it to me. I’m safe. It hurt, yes. It hurt bad, but it’s perfect now.
And I imagine it will be the same with my knights.
“Khay knows how to touch me,” I say, voice trembling with shame at my own audacity. “If you’d like, Khay… Maybe you could do it?”
Magnar stills completely, and there is a beat of perfect silence. Khay gasps.
“No waaaay,” Arvi slurs. Something thumps against the wall.
“Are you certain, my queen?” Raduna asks, voice tight. “If you allow one of us…”
“Then you will all have me later. I am aware.”
When careful, warm fingers press on my clit, I hiss, looking to the side. Khay’s eyes glitter with determination, a tight smirk on his lips.
“I’m not waiting for you to change your mind, my lady. How much time do I have, Magnar?”
“Not much. Do your best.”
“Last as long as you can,” Khay says with a snort, his fingers already dancing over my sensitive flesh, rubbing and pinching gently.
When Magnar thrusts again, I almost jump out of my skin.
My spine arches on its own, and I claw at his back, because the friction inside combined with Khay’s ministrations feels ungodly.
I forget how strange my stomach looks now, or how indecent it is to be touched by more than one man, and give in to the demands of my body.
It wants to surge and peak, it wants to surrender.
“Fucking beautifuuul,” Arvi says.
“Greedy little thing,” hisses Magnar.
“Let me make you come, little diamond.”
I do, but it’s a laborious process, my muscles burning, sweat trickling down my temples.
The orgasm leaves me breathless and sleepy, and I gaze at Magnar’s heaving chest with glazed eyes as he thrusts faster and faster, finally stilling with a grunt of pleasure.
He rolls to the side with a curse. His length is lodged so deep inside me, as if hooking into me, and it forces me to turn with him.
My body follows his until we’re on our sides, my face pressed to his chest.
“Raduna first,” Magnar says hoarsely. “He’s the most controlled. Will properly take his time.”
“I have to go last,” Arvi says in a weak voice. “Once she’s… stretched… used to it… Fuck, it’s dark in here.”
“And you lost the bet,” Khay says with a snicker.
“Sit down, man,” Magnar sighs. “Or rub one out so you’ll survive until it’s your turn. That cock’s gonna kill you one day.”
“Nngh. Fuuuck. No, don’t wanna… waste it… Shiiiiit, I can’t feel my fingers.”
“Then come on her tits. It’s not a waste, is it?” Khay says with a chuckle. It’s clearly a joke, but my body responds, tightening around Magnar, who’s still buried deep.
He makes an inquiring noise, then laughs softly. “Fuck, our pet likes the idea. Come over here, Arvi. Hold him so he doesn’t fall on his face.”
“Could you please stop talking about me like I’m not here?” I ask.
It’s thrilling, and I don’t really hate it, but I feel like I should have a say in the matter.
“Of course, pet,” Magnar croons. “Would you like Arvi to come all over your sweet tits? You can lick it off after. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
Gods. My face flames, and his quiet, mean laughter tells me he notices every flutter of my muscles, every last bit of the excitement I can’t control. He presses me closer, stroking my back soothingly.
“It’s all right, darling. No need to feel ashamed if you love it.
I know how you’ve been brought up. It all seems so deviant, doesn’t it?
And yet, there’s nothing more right than this.
A queen letting her husband and knights enjoy her in multiple ways is the height of propriety in my court. Careful now.”
He lifts my top leg and moves his hips. His length slides out of me with excruciating slowness, and his spend follows in a small gush. I swallow with difficulty, the thought of being covered in this sticky fluid making my empty insides clench with anticipation as I try to sit up in the wet sheets.
“Dirty girl,” Magnar says as if reading my mind.
When I turn to him with a gasp, his eyes are riveted on my face, infinitely tender and warm. He doesn’t mean to insult me. It’s a term of affection, one that makes my belly flutter.
The mattress dips on my other side as Arvi sits there on his heels, his trousers gone. He watches me with hooded eyes, his skin pale, the blue tattoos stark against the gray. His jaw is slack, and he sways from side to side, but when I look down, his grip is tight and sure on his length.
It still shocks me how large it is. Easily as long as my forearm with the fist included, probably thicker.
I lick my lips, staring, and Arvi runs his palm over the shaft, his blunt-nailed fingers swirling in the clear liquid pearling at the engorged tip.
He groans and sways harder, the monstrous erection pulsing in his hand.
“Fuck… It’s you… Looking at it… Just keep looking, laruna… Oh, fuck. Gods.”
“Arvi took to religion thanks to Caliane,” Raduna says with amusement.
I bite the inside of my lip, watching with bated breath as Arvi slides the ring of his fingers up and down his shaft, his breathing hard, sweat sliding down his long throat.
“Should… Should I help?” I ask uncertainly.
He groans, fist tightening as a fresh drop of liquid trickles out of him.
“Fuck, no. Just… sit there… all pretty… Such a beautiful… gorgeous queen… with pretty tits.”
The other men laugh, and Khay claps Arvi on the shoulder. Magnar puts his arm around me and angles me until I face Arvi squarely, then pushes down between my shoulder blades until I lean forward with my hands braced on my thighs, my breasts spilling forth. I look up, right into Arvi’s fevered eyes.
He groans, face twisting in distress. “I can’t… Just a minute longer… Please, Amoya. Just a bit longer…”
Even as he begs the goddess for mercy, his fist flies up and down his cock with obscene sounds. The length bulges, thickens, and shoots out spurts of his seed. It lands on my chin and breasts, warm and musky, and when my mouth falls open, a few drops fall on my tongue.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Arvi topples to the side, his eyes closed, face unmoving. I blink, the sensation of sticky warmth overwhelming. It’s like I am cocooned in his most private excretions.
“The bastard fainted,” Khay says, shaking his head. “He’ll miss the best. Well, my diamond? How did you like it?”
I smack my lips, uncertain about the taste. It’s no dessert, that’s certain. “Well, it’s… A bit bitter, and salty, and kind of tasteless apart from that.”
Magnar shakes with laughter by my side while naked Raduna climbs into bed, dragging Arvi away so his head rests on a pillow a small distance from us. He covers him with a blanket, one of the many folded on the enormous bed. Khay pushes off his trousers and climbs in with us, laughing.
“Well, that, too. I meant the experience. If you hated it, we won’t do it again, though I love the look of you like this. It’s the only nightshirt you should be allowed to wear in my opinion. Fuck, even now, I’d like to add mine to the mix.”
“I don’t hate it.”