Chapter XXXII Praise #2
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask as my legs begin to shake, skin growing unbearably sensitive from the insistent heat of Raduna’s kisses.
“We’re having a conversation while we worship you, my lady. Don’t interrupt now. The men are talking,” Khay says, wagging his finger in warning.
I groan. The lucid, sane part of me is outraged to be dismissed like so, but another Caliane, one who’s starved for praise, is relieved. If I’m not allowed to interrupt, then I can listen shamelessly to all the compliments they pay me.
It should bother me that they speak as if I’m not here, but if anything, it makes me wetter. When I try to squirm from need, Raduna presses my hips into the mattress while licking my thigh almost up to where I need him most.
“I love her eyes, too,” he rumbles, and I squeak when he suddenly blows on me, the cool air stinging pleasantly on my overheated flesh.
“Such beautiful eyes, with lashes so long and thick,” Khay agrees, pulling away to gaze into them.
“I love how expressive they are. You can really see her beautiful soul through her eyes, and it’s so perfect.
She just lets you in, the stunning creature.
Did you ever expect we’d have such a beautiful queen, Raduna? ”
My throat tightens, but I can’t force myself to pull away from Khay’s soft, admiring gaze. He smiles, winks, and kisses me softly on the lips. I let him in with a broken moan, and Raduna kisses my lower belly, right above where the worst heat brews inside. His voice is low and lustful.
“She’s more beautiful than my wildest dreams. Maybe it’s depraved, but I love how short she is, how easy to hold. We carry her around a lot, don’t we? It’s such a pleasure. She’s just perfect for us. And here, have you seen the beauty marks on her hip? I noticed them last night. So sweet.”
He licks my hip, where I know three brown dots form a lopsided triangle. I kiss Khay with despair, trying to release the hot tension choking my throat, my shaking growing impossible to control.
Gods, oh gods, how can they be so profane and so loving at the same time?
“Do you feel how she’s trembling?” Khay asks when he pulls away, his lips dark and swollen, eyes bright. “She likes it so much, our perfect girl. Oh, I see the beauty marks. Let me, too.”
He crawls over me and kisses the same spot on my hip Raduna just did. When he’s done, he doesn’t pull away, leaning in to kiss my navel instead.
“I fucking love her navel,” he says, dipping his tongue inside. “Look how perfectly shaped it is. Such a nice little part of her, and do you know what makes me crazy? Thinking how it will push out when she’s pregnant.”
“Oh, yes,” Raduna grunts, kissing my navel, too, after Khay goes back to my throat and face.
“She’ll be so gorgeous carrying Magnar’s babe.
Like a goddess. Mmm, I love her hands. So dainty.
I couldn’t help thinking how those small human fingers would look wrapped around our cocks.
I got a glimpse last night, but she didn’t really try to grip you tight, did she? Still, it looked really damn good.”
Khay hums, flexing his hips into the mattress while he finally kisses down my sternum, getting closer to my breasts. I crush the sheets in my fists, trapping whimpers and sobs behind clenched teeth, because I don’t want to miss even a word they say.
“Fuck, her skin next to mine,” Khay murmurs in awe. “Just… She has such a nice warm color that looks fucking exquisite next to ours. The contrast alone makes me want to spend days writhing with her in bed, just looking at it. We need mirrors, by the way. Fuck, a mirror up there. What do you think?”
He points at the ceiling above the bed, and I shake harder, imagining what it would be like to lie under Magnar or one of my knights and see our reflection. Khay kisses my nipple, and I hiss from the abruptness of it. He chuckles and sucks it into his mouth, and I arch with a loud moan.
I didn’t realize it was possible to be this aroused. I’m burning up.
“What an excellent idea,” Raduna growls, parting me with his fingers while Khay still sucks, flicking his tongue over my nipple in ungodly ways.
“I need to see her from every angle when we fuck, and even when we don’t.
When she slept last night, and I was inside her, fuck, Khay, I looked at her beautiful face and prayed.
I prayed for her to be real, because she seemed like a dream, too good for the likes of us. ”
Khay sucks off my nipple with a wet sound, and Raduna dives in, licking me where I’m the wettest. I keen, shaking violently, and Khay kisses my forehead.
“She is too good for us. Our treasure, more beautiful than any other woman in the world. Smarter, too. And so sexy. I never even thought it was possible to want someone this much. She’s the first and only woman I ever fell in love with.
Oh, man, if you could just look at her, but don’t.
Keep doing what you’re doing, because our girl really likes it.
I wish I were an artist. Such a beautiful face twisted in bliss deserves to be painted. ”
I come when Raduna sucks my clit into his hot, sinful mouth. I come hard, all the impossible, loving words they spoke ricocheting in my head with every wicked pulse of my flesh. When I relax, still throbbing with aftershocks of bliss, I realize I’m crying, and not in a pretty way.
“Shh, come here,” Khay whispers, tucking my teary face into his chest while I wail, something horrible and dark uncoiling from where I didn’t even realize it was, slithering around my ribs, suffocating me.
A weight is gone, and it hurts to breathe.
Raduna lies behind me, and I’m surrounded by my two knights, their bodies solid and warm, still clothed. I cry myself to sleep in their arms.