Chapter XXVIII Surrender
XXVIII Surrender
My body awakens with a slow, warm buzzing of curiosity. I watch him without a word, my lips parted. Gods, I said I wasn’t bothered by his age before, yet now, it’s all I think about. He is the oldest, the “most controlled”, in Magnar’s words. I trust Raduna.
He’ll take care of me.
I take a deep breath, my body expanding, and he slips in with his finger, no pain, only warmth and sweet relaxation pouring up my spine. He smiles and turns it inside me, pushing deeper, until he’s in knuckle-deep, and I exhale with a sigh.
“Thank you, my queen.”
“For what?”
“For your surrender. I’ll treasure it.”
I take another deep breath when he stretches me with two fingers.
It grows tighter in there, but he merely adds more oil.
Somehow, without anyone teasing my clit and other parts, it’s easier to relax.
My body opens, breath flowing freely, and sweet heaviness presses at my lower back.
I relax in places that were tight and constricted all through the journey, my inner thighs, my ribcage, my throat all giving way to ease.
Raduna oils up three fingers, letting me see they are clawless, and gently pushes inside. I gasp, breathing faster. Oh, yes, it burns now, but I knew it would. I’m ready.
“The good news is, I’m not thicker than these,” he rumbles, voice deep. “You’ll take me nicely. Oh, Caliane. Yes, I can control myself, but it’s not easy. You’re so beautiful.”
I sigh. It’s a night of wonders and dreams. Why not believe this, too? Just for tonight.
“Thank you.”
He looks up with a smile, eyes crinkling warmly. “Just like this, pretty girl. Take the compliments just as you take our cocks. Let us worship you, my queen.”
He bends over me, taking a nipple into his mouth with care. I cry out when his lips close around it, hot and tight as he sucks it in. My entire body tenses and throbs, and I swear I feel the pull of his mouth between my legs.
“Magnar hasn’t really paid them much attention, the heathen,” Khay says in a tight, lusty voice. “He’s a slut for kissing. But oh, I love your tits, diamond. I think between me and Raduna, they’ll be well taken care of.”
“Come and help, then,” Raduna says, and I sob, already knowing there is no chance I’ll stay relaxed.
Khay snickers at my reaction and shuffles to my side.
As Raduna licks the underside of one breast, Khay covers the other with his warm palm, squeezing gently before he leans in and licks a hot, wet path to my nipple.
I make shameless sounds, moans and whimpers, my hands seeking helplessly until they are restrained by reassuring palms. Khay holds my one hand, Magnar—the other.
All the while, Raduna’s three fingers plow through me. It’s tight, not easy, but it does not hurt. I realize with shock this might be more pleasant than the proper way to mate, which was excellent, of course, but painful when Magnar tried to cram all of himself inside me.
When Raduna pulls out, I breathe with relief that I know is short lived.
“Take good care of them,” he commands Khay. “I shall finally have my queen writhing on my cock.”
I cry out at that, eyes wide as I take him in. I have never heard Raduna be so uncouth, and he looks beastly, too, teeth bared, eyes narrowed. He oils up his length, his eyes hard and focused on my face.
“Ever since you looked at me with so much curiosity, my queen, I could barely stand it. I knew then. I knew you were curious, you were brave, and you would not back down. I couldn’t wait. Every hour dragged like a week. I shall enjoy taking you very much.”
“That’s good,” I say weakly, mesmerized by the change that came over him.
Tendrils of fear flutter in my belly when I look down at his organ shiny with lubrication. It’s so hard, wrapped in large veins that throb hungrily. Arvi’s words come back to me. Cocks are thicker and longer than fingers.
“He’s still in control, pet,” Magnar says softly, settling on my other side from Khay. “Give me a kiss now. Be nice to your husband.”
He claims my lips in a slow, lascivious kiss, his tongue plunging deep, hand cupping my cheek.
Khay takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, pinching the other one, and I arch off the bed, only to have strong, steady hands push my hips further up, my knees pressing to my chest until Khay can’t play with my breasts anymore.
“Close your eyes and take a deep breath,” Magnar whispers, pulling away. “And when you exhale, stay open and bear down. You are safe, beloved.”
I do as he says, filling my lungs with air. When I exhale, I force myself to open and release, and just like that, Raduna slips in. I gasp, feeling the warmth, the rigid shape, the friction. He pushes deeper, inch by inch, groaning like a wounded bear.
“Fuck. Look. Just look,” Khay whispers in awe.
I know what it’s about, and I squeeze my eyes tight not to see it even as I trail a hand down, sick curiosity urging me on. When I lay my palm on my protruding belly, Raduna gasps and pushes it away.
“No. I need… Please. In a moment.”
His voice shakes. Gentle fingers close around my wrists, bringing my hands above my head, and someone holds my knees firmly up to keep me spread open.
I whimper, feeling how heavy he is, buried all the way inside me. The weight bears down on my spine, and it’s the oddest feeling. When Raduna pulls back with a curse and thrusts back in, I moan with relief and pleasure. It’s like being massaged from the inside.
“There. Gorgeous,” Magnar whispers. “Damn, I think I’ll do that, too. Oh, she likes it.”
“Not until we’re allowed to have her pussy,” Khay says sulkily.
Speaking of my pussy, it’s leaking. Every time Raduna drives himself deep, wetness trickles out of me, dripping down. I understand what’s happening—it’s the last of Magnar’s seed leaving my body. I suspect there is little space inside with Raduna stretching me out.
“You can eat her pussy,” Magnar teases, but Khay won’t have it.
“Come on, man. This is ours. We agreed.”
I want to ask if it’s not customary, then, for the king and knights to claim separate parts of their queen, but my tongue is helpless in my mouth, my throat loose.
Raduna takes me with long, careful strokes, and I feel him deep, each pass of his heavy length caressing my spine until all I can do is breathe and enjoy it.
“Khay. You think you want…?” Raduna asks hoarsely.
“Say no more.”
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see what happens as my legs are rearranged, one still pressed to my chest, the other open to the side.
When warm lips descend on my clit and suck gently, I cry out from bliss, instantly tightening around Raduna’s cock.
He hisses, stuttering as he drives himself deep and fast, and my relaxation turns into anticipation.
Energy builds between my legs, and I sob, only to have the sound swallowed by Magnar’s mouth when he kisses me.
“Now all she needs is Arvi sucking on that tit,” Raduna growls, his rhythm growing faster. “Fuck. So tight. I need her to come, Khay.”
I’m pressed deep into the mattress, everything heavy and slick, and reality slips away. There’s only my body tangled in fast, uneven breaths, shaped by mouths and cocks, taken and taken until I feel myself dissolving.
When hot lips close around my nipple, I cry out into Magnar’s mouth, tightening until all my muscles ache from the strain. Khay sucks on my clit harder, and someone makes grunting, animalistic sounds, urging me on. I hover there, on the agonizing edge of the precipice.
“I love you, my queen,” Raduna gasps, voice shaky. “The most perfect Caliane. I love you so much. We were so lucky it was you. So lucky!”
I scream, swooping over the edge. Everything pulses and tenses, all the sensations converging into one, and I ride the wave of impossible bliss for what feels like long minutes. Raduna speeds up and roars, and then, finally, everything is still, only hard, sucking breaths to be heard.
“So worth it,” Khay whispers. “Fuck, this is divine. So much better than I imagined. My brothers in lust.”
“Open your eyes, pet,” Magnar coaxes, brushing hair off my face. “Tell us how you feel.”
I sigh and look into his silver irises with effort. I don’t think I can move. Raduna still pulses inside me, twitching mightily, and I allow myself one glance, his shape clearly visible through my stomach. Gods, it’s unreal.
“I’m fine. I think… Oh, oh, oh!”
Raduna pulls out slowly, and I gasp through it, clutching my men’s hands. Everything is loose and pliant between my legs, but this time, nothing trickles out after he’s gone. My belly feels full, and, oh…
“I need the bathroom. Alone,” I gasp, rolling into Arvi, who helps me get up with shaky hands.
They don’t follow me inside, though Khay asks if I’m okay a few minutes later. I wash quickly in the tub. I know there’s more coming, so I take this moment of respite to breathe and calm myself, even as giddy excitement buzzes in my lower belly.
I did it. I survived. And now that I know none of this will hurt me, I can’t help wanting more.
When I come back, a glass of water and a plate of cheese and fruit slices with honey wait for me.
My knights insist on feeding me, and when honey drips down my breasts and stomach, they wrestle each other for the right to lick it off.
Arvi is awake and has what he calls “a semi”—a half-erection.
It doesn’t tax him as much as a “full hard-on”.
As we eat, my gaze keeps straying to Khay’s cock, also not fully erect at this point. I remember the flash of silver I saw before, but as it lies on his thigh, thick and heavy, the piercings are hidden.
When I glance at it the third time, Khay chuckles under his breath and grips his length, lifting it. I lean closer to see, and he sucks in a breath, instantly hardening. I watch with awe as the soft, gray skin surrounding the small silver balls embedded in his shaft pulls taut.
“I never knew such a thing was possible,” I breathe, quickly counting them.
Khay has nine silver balls running up the entire length of his shaft at even intervals. They gleam beautifully, reflecting candlelight, and I marvel at how delicate and elegant they’d look—if not for their placement.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Khay says with a husky laugh. “Here. If you’d like.”
He reaches for the jar of honey sitting on the food tray and tips it over his shaft. He bathes his erection in the golden syrup, and I stare with wide eyes. I was so certain nothing else would shock me tonight, but evidently, I was wrong.
“Is there no end to your debauchery?” I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief.
Khay shoots me a salacious grin. “We’ve had a long time to fantasize about everything we wanted to do with our queen. Fancy some honey, my lady?”
I push my hair behind my ears, licking my lips in hesitation. I do want to do it, and that’s the truth, but I’m not sure how much more depravity I can handle.
“I’ll try,” I sigh when Khay’s smile shrinks, a hint of uncertainty marring his confidence. “I want to. It’s just… You demand a lot. All of you. Must we do all of it in one night? Can’t we leave anything for tomorrow?”
My men laugh heartily as Raduna reaches for my hair, tying it on my nape with a ribbon so it’s out of the way. Magnar grins.
“Pet, you wouldn’t survive till morning if we did everything tonight. Trust me, this is only a taste of what’s coming. Now be good to your knight. He’s been very loyal, hasn't he? Even though he did let you get abducted… Hm, I’m not sure he deserves this tonight.”
He looks at Khay with a nasty smirk, and Khay’s eyes bulge with indignation.
“What! How can you…” He looks at me, his expression crumpling into something sad and contrite. “Fine. Yes, I screwed up. I was stupid, too trusting, and I let you get hurt. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, my queen.”
When he makes to get off the bed, I grab his wrist without thinking.
“But you didn’t do it on purpose,” I say with a frown. “I forgive you. Come back. Don’t waste good honey.”
The others chuckle as Khay crawls back to me, his face almost puppy-like with hope.
I caress his cheek, and he sighs with relief, pulling me into his lap.
Before I have time to protest, we’re both sticky with the honey, but Khay doesn’t seem to care.
He snuggles me close and buries his face in my hair.
“I really am sorry,” he whispers. “It will never happen again. You have my word.”
When I pull away, Magnar splashes more honey in Khay’s lap without warning, muttering under his breath.
“All bedroom servants must get a raise, it’s decided.”
I take a deep breath and lean in, beginning to lick. It tastes sweet, with just a hint of Khay’s natural musk at the tip. He groans instantly, loud and unabashed, leaning back on his hands so I have better access.
I enjoy the sweet taste and exploring him. Delicate veins wind around him in patterns, and I follow them with my tongue. When I lick the tip, it leaks, and finally, I brace myself and lift him in my hand to get to the underside.
And I was right. Oh, Agnidari cocks are heavy.
I lift it high and lick along the piercings that are cool and hard in contrast to his hot, living flesh. But I’m weak, and he’s wet. He slips out of my hand and slaps me in the face with a smacking sound.
“Ow.”
“Oh, fuck. Come on up. Did I hurt you?” Khay pulls me up with shaking hands and examines my face with wide, scared eyes.
I shake my head, then burst out laughing. “I got… Smacked in the face… By your… Your thing!”
They laugh with me, though after Khay is done making sure I wasn’t hurt, Magnar, Raduna, and even pale Arvi push him away to conduct their own assessments until they are satisfied Khay’s cock hasn’t gouged out my eyes. When they stop laughing, Magnar claps his hands.
“Let’s wrap it up. Khay, do the honors,” he says, pushing me back onto the pillows. “And you, my sweet wife, repeat after me: cock.”