Chapter XXIX Turns
XXIX Turns
I cover my face with my hands even as Khay spreads me wide, the scent of rose oil filling the air.
“Oh, but must I?”
Magnar leans in to give me a chaste kiss on the forehead. “Yes, you must. It will give me a lot of satisfaction to see my sweet, proper wife so corrupted. Let’s hear it, pet.”
My deep sigh of exasperation turns into a moan when Khay’s finger slips inside my already relaxed entrance. He hums with pleasure, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“C-cock.”
“Lovely,” Magnar purrs, kissing my mouth. “Again, pet. Until you lose the stutter.”
I try again, but each time I gather enough strength to speak surely, something distracts me.
Khay adds another finger, Raduna squeezes my breasts, and then Arvi lies by my side with a half-dazed smile and pushes his face into the crook of my neck to smell me.
After four attempts, I finally manage to scream.
“Cock! Cock! Cock! Happy?”
Magnar grabs my hand and lays it on his hard, throbbing length. “Delighted. Khay, she’s ready. Mind the piercings, eh? I’m not above knocking some sense into your head if you forget yourself.”
But Khay is determined. His brow glistens with sweat, and his eyes are huge and dark with lust.
“I’ll be careful. I’ll never hurt you, my lady. Ready? Can I have you?”
His voice breaks on the last question, and I nod quickly, affection bursting in my chest. It’s Khay, the knight who took my hand on that horrid day of the invasion and made me feel a semblance of safety amongst the chaos.
Khay, who first answered my questions, never doubting my ability to handle the truth.
Khay, who washed me with love, touched me first, and called me his lady and his diamond.
Of course I want him.
He releases a shaky breath and kisses my mouth, gently at first, but as soon as I kiss him back, he moans deep in his throat and devours me with violent, greedy kisses. When he pulls back, he’s shaking.
“I love you so much,” he says in a breaking voice.
I gasp when he thrusts in, both of us moaning loudly. I’m lubricated and relaxed, and yet, I feel every silver ball as it pushes inside until Khay is deep in me, shaking on his forearms as he presses his mouth to the top of my head.
“I can’t… It will be quick.”
He flexes his hips, dragging the textured length through my insides. All I see is his body, his chest not even an inch above my face. He keeps his weight off me, though barely.
This is so different from the way Raduna had me. Khay keeps me to himself, covering me completely, and I wrap my arms around him when the weight of his cock presses down on my spine, and I melt from pleasure.
“You make me feel good, Khay,” I whisper, bold as ever after speaking depravities repeatedly for Magnar.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, shaking harder even as his thrusts remain agonizingly slow. “Yeah? Tell me. You like the piercings? I got them for my queen, long ago. You’re the first to feel them, and I… Oh, fuck. I knew this would happen.”
He stops completely, breathing hard, and he shakes so much, I fear he’ll lose his balance and crush me.
“What’s wrong?” I caress his back soothingly, and Khay sobs once into my hair.
“It’s too good,” he moans. “I never… I thought it was only pleasure… But this… Why does this feel like I’m breaking apart?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, completely at a loss.
“No, don’t be, I love it!” he says. “I don’t even know. I’m sorry!”
Raduna clears his throat somewhere to the left, then a warm, heavy palm settles on top of mine on Khay’s back.
“You were never in love before, Khay,” he says in a low, soothing voice. “And now you are, and you’re inside your girl for the first time, so of course you feel like this. It’s okay. It won’t always be so emotional.”
Khay sniffs, shifting his hips until we both jostle. “I’m so sorry, Caliane. I’ll do better next time. Forgive me.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, tears gathering in my own eyes now that I understand what’s happening. My chest squeezes tightly until my heart is ready to burst. I speak without thinking, and it’s the truth, one I failed to see before.
“I love you, too, Khay! I love you inside me. Please don’t apologize!”
There’s a hush, and Khay freezes, the muscles under my hands bunching tighter. The palm on top of mine pulls back, and I don’t know whose it is. A pit opens in my stomach, a horrible, gaping precipice of guilt when I realize what I said.
Yes, I love Khay. And only him. I can’t look into Magnar’s eyes, or Raduna’s, or Arvi’s, and say it, too. My tongue would lock. I’d stutter and cringe, and they’d know I was lying, and it would be even worse, and why, oh why, did I have to…
When someone gently caresses my shaking palms, I realize I’m digging my nails into Khay’s back, and my throat is making tight, panicked noises. It’s getting hard to breathe.
Oh, how I’ve blundered! They were right, all of them. I can’t do anything right.
A queen can’t have favorites.
And to think that I said it to Khay when I haven’t even told my husband! But can I say I love Magnar? I can’t! Oh, the shame! I have been a wife less than a month, and look at me, already being the worst one to ever grace this world.
“I’m sorry!” I sob out through my tight throat, expecting Khay to pull out any moment, thinking they must cast me out now, maybe lock me somewhere, or…
“It’s all right,” Raduna says softly, two rough hands twining with mine, and I’m not sure, but I don’t think both are his. “Breathe, both of you. Don’t apologize, Caliane, you did nothing wrong. Do you understand? No one is angry. Khay, you’ll be fine, won’t you?”
“Yeah,” Khay says hoarsely. “I’m guessing Magnar will kill me, but what a way to go! I’m ready. Do it now.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Magnar says, obviously irritated. “Just finish. Let Arvi have his turn.”
“That’s the thing,” Khay says miserably. “I finished when she said she lo—when she said that.”
He grunts and pulls out slowly. When I look up, I expect him to turn away in disgust, but Khay meets my gaze bravely. He leans down and gives me a soft, sweet kiss.
“I love you,” he repeats in a low voice. “I never loved anyone before. Not like this.”
I nod and purse my lips, determined not to make any more mistakes tonight. Khay kisses me again and pulls away, leaving me full and warm, slightly shaky.
It takes me a moment to gather my courage before I look at Magnar, but his face is smooth, eyes kind. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, and I sigh with such obvious relief, he laughs.
“Everything’s well, pet. All you need to do tonight is take Arvi, and then you can rest.”
I frown. “But won’t you t-take me in my sleep after?”
Magnar winks. “We’ll try not to wake you. Arvi, you’ll have to do it lying down or you’ll collapse on top of her. Come here. Roll to the side, pet. Like this.”
He presses at my lower back, making me arch, and Arvi settles behind me, molding his body to mine. His arm wraps around me, heavy and warm, and for a moment, we only lie like this, his breaths deep and even, though shaky. I think he’s doing his breathing exercise.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Cursing my cock for making me this weak,” he says with a husky laugh. “Ah, don’t worry, laruna. I’m told my body should produce more blood once I do it often enough, and I won’t be as hopeless. Between Khay and me… Some knights you have, eh?”
“I have the best knights I could ever wish for,” I say vehemently, looking up until I catch Raduna’s and Khay’s eyes, then Magnar’s. “Truly. I am so grateful for you all. And my husband. I… You are wonderful.”
“Wonderfully horny at this time, but thank you, pet.”
Magnar smiles, and the last of my worry dissipates. Maybe I can’t tell him I love him yet, but I’ll look out for this love, and he’ll know as soon as it comes. I’ll tell them all.
“Gods. Amoya,” Arvi whispers. “Just let me stay conscious.”
He pulls away, and I lick my lips, unsure what to do. Arvi’s hand settles on my top buttock, pushing it to the side until my body stretches, and his breathing goes faster. His tip nudges me there, and he stops with a shaky exhale, fingers squeezing my hip.
“It’s fine,” he breathes. “Just… A moment… Let me in.”
I take a deep breath and bear down, and Arvi surges forth, burying himself inside me with one powerful thrust. We both cry out, and I press my hand instinctively to my stomach, this new position, or maybe his size, stretching my belly to a worrying degree.
Arvi pants into the top of my head, squeezing and releasing my hip, and I slowly stroke my unnaturally bulging skin.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” he rasps. “But I can’t move. I can’t. I don’t even feel my legs anymore. Can I just stay inside you, sweet? Please?”
“Yes,” I sigh, tracing the outline of him with my fingers.
To be honest, I’m relieved he can’t move much.
The monstrous weight inside me feels like it would rip me apart with a careless move.
Even just holding it in verges on too much.
Yet, I’m fascinated, and when I look up at the others, they stare at my stomach with absolute awe, Khay slack-jawed, Magnar almost snarling as he fists himself.
When I press down gently, just to check how much give there is, Arvi hisses, and his cock jerks within me. I whimper, pressing my palm on it to keep it still, and he hisses again, his hips twitching.
“It’s like she’s giving him a handjob while he’s inside her,” Khay whispers in shock. “I wanna!”
“Oh, fuck, please, keep going,” Arvi groans when I stop, understanding how indecent it must be since even Khay is surprised.
I have a pretty good idea, but I ask anyway. “What’s a handjob?”
“When you wrap your hand around someone’s cock and bring them to orgasm, stroking up and down,” Magnar explains, doing it to himself with long, fast movements. “Come on, pet. Give him a handjob. I want to see if it’s possible.”
I bite my lip and try to stroke Arvi’s length through my belly, but the rubbing feels uncomfortable, even though I enjoy his curses and huffs of pleasure.
“Can I have some oil?”
Raduna pours some onto my stomach, and I massage it in, my palm finally gliding evenly.
I wrap my fingers as best I can around the ungodly shape and glide my hand up and down, pressing down harder when Arvi’s cock jumps in pleasure.
Soon, he shakes behind me, uttering broken, moaning words in the Agnidari language.
I watch Magnar, who rhythmically flexes his hips as he works himself quite fast, and I mimic his rhythm until Arvi cries out and bucks into me, driving himself even deeper.
I feel every twitch and tremble of his cock as he spends himself, and stroke him until he stills, falling silent.
A moment later, Magnar snarls and comes onto the sheets, and I watch as his length flexes and spurts. At the last moment, he catches some of his seed into his cupped palm and shifts over to me. He dips two fingers in it and slides them into my pussy.
“Gods,” I whisper, exasperated. “And what’s this new perversion?”
“Breeding my wife,” he says curtly. “Arvi fainted again, pet. You might just as well go to sleep.”
I huff, pointing at my full belly. “How can I sleep like this?”
Magnar leans in to kiss me. “Better get used to it. With four men to share you, someone will always spend the night buried inside you from now on. Would my queen allow me to pleasure her to sleep? You haven’t come in quite a while.”
I only have to consider it a moment. “Yes. Please.”
“And you ask so nicely,” he says with a smirk. A moment later, his mouth presses to my clit.
It doesn’t take long. When Magnar wrings that final orgasm out of me, I tighten so much, Arvi moans through his sleep, thrusting shallowly, only adding to my pleasure. I don’t think it takes me a minute to fall asleep after that. I’m exhausted.
I wake up to Arvi caressing himself through my belly and grunting behind me, his legs trembling as they tangle with mine.
I don’t manage to open my eyes, dozing off until I’m woken again when he pulls out.
There are whispers and murmurs, my men rolling me gently until someone else lies behind me and slides in my pussy. Magnar.
He rocks me until I fall back to sleep, waking only when he snarls viciously, his hand pressing to my belly as his hips snap hard and fast. He comes, and when I moan through my half-sleep, my insides throbbing with pleasure, he gives me a quick orgasm with his fingers.
I drift away with him inside me, my body cocooned in his.
When I come to, I’m on my belly, and someone plows through my ass, pushing me into the mattress with his every thrust. I sigh and realize the cock is smooth, moving easily.
It must be Raduna. His rhythm is so even and soothing, I drift off before he’s done, the heavy weight inside making me melt into the sheets.
Again, I wake, this time to Khay’s textured cock taking me as we lie on our sides, and he strokes himself through my belly with every flex of his hips, releasing choked up moans of pleasure.
Then it’s Magnar again. Khay. Raduna. Arvi. They take turns all night long until I lose count, and then I think I stop waking up, or maybe they stop mating me. I’m not sure.
All I know is that I’ve never felt so full, so wanted, so beautiful. It’s bliss.