Chapter XLV Dance #2
“We corrupted you well. And to think you were so innocent, scared of male underwear and naughty words.”
I smile, remembering how Magnar offered me his underthings to protect my thighs.
Yes, I was so fearful and confused. Now, I have proper riding breeches to wear under my dresses, but the strange ritual hasn’t stopped.
My men make me wear their clean underwear some nights, and then put them on in the morning.
When Raduna straightens, barefooted and magnificent, I sigh and settle against my husband to watch. Khay beats out a fast, thudding rhythm, and Raduna turns, his hair flying. His dance is rougher, less graceful than the others, the movements bringing to mind hand-to-hand combat.
He looks beautiful like this, a man who could wrestle bears and win, and I watch him with bated breath. His song is fast and guttural, the deep, rumbling sounds settling deep in the pit of my stomach. He slashes with his hands, leaps sideways, kicks, then turns, his face serene.
That’s Raduna’s love, then. It’s protective and strong, and it makes me feel safe. I no longer doubt anything about him, my father’s shadow well gone from this relationship.
When he bows, I extend my hand to invite him closer. Raduna falls on his knees in front of me, and I sigh, my shoulders dropping as I give in.
“It was beautiful. I loved it, Raduna. I love you.”
Behind me, Magnar jolts with a low hiss. My knight’s gaze flashes briefly to him, settling on my face. He’s serious, unsmiling, but his eyes are warm.
“I love you, too, my queen. You have my loyalty and devotion. I will work hard every day to be deserving of your love.”
He kisses my hand, then Magnar’s, and retreats. My husband is tense and silent, and I turn my head as much as I can until our eyes meet.
“You’re angry,” I whisper, my guilt surging up to swallow my heart. “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. “You test me, love,” he says, voice verging on a growl. “I was so proud of my magnanimous reaction to Khay, and you had to go and do this. Oh, you did the right thing. They deserve your love, and you should tell them how you feel.”
He utters a hard, hollow laugh. My knights undress and come over, crawling onto the bed, their watchful eyes on Magnar and me. My husband shakes his head, the white hair flying, and bares his teeth.
“Maybe I can’t force your heart to love me, but I sure make your cunt weep. Isn’t that right, love? Here’s a fitting punishment: I’ll make you come until you beg for mercy. Hold on to my neck.”
He leans forward to make it possible, and I reach my arms high, clasping my hands behind his nape.
Magnar hooks his hands under my knees and stands up.
I gasp, his cock inside me becoming an anchor that keeps me from falling, his hands only giving me the barest support.
He sinks half an inch deeper as gravity pulls me down, and I whine, suddenly bursting with him when I was comfortable before.
He turns and leans forward until my knees meet the mattress.
“Get your hands down, love. That’s perfect.”
I expect him to pound into me from behind while I’m on my hands and knees, but he pulls out, lying down on his back.
Raduna’s already hard, stroking himself leisurely, and Khay watches us with bright eyes.
Arvi plays with the bottle of oil, and I know I’ll have them all tonight, probably multiple times.
“I want you on top of me, pet.”
My insides clench with both arousal and dread.
Magnar’s face is calm yet implacable, so I take a deep breath and climb him.
Warm hands wrap around my hips and thighs, my knights holding me as I impale myself on my husband.
He sighs with pleasure when I sink down and wraps my hair loosely around his fist. I breathe harder and harder, knowing what will happen when I lie down on him and all that weight inside presses on my most sensitive spot.
Magnar tugs me down by the hair, firmly but not hard enough to hurt. I fall forward with a gasp, and when his cock anchors me down, I moan as the pressure instantly starts to build.
“Khay, why don’t you help our pet a little? Grab her sweet ass and rock her for me. Gently, it will be enough. She’s easy like that, right, love? Just needs a bit of attention to start gushing.”
I whine, his words egging me on like they always do. Oh, he’s not cruel, just demeaning and smug, and I have no idea why it turns me on so much.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
Khay rocks me, and with every jostle of Magnar inside me, I come closer to the edge.
The pressure is immense, horrible, and it’s not like a normal orgasm at all.
The cliff to climb is higher, and the fall down longer when I plummet.
All control over my body is wrenched away for a long, excruciating minute of freefall.
It doesn’t take much. I was already thrumming with need.
A few more jostles of my body on top of my husband, and I soak him and the sheets, gasping for breath as my muscles spasm and contract, my mind shattering into bliss.
Khay stops moving me, caressing my butt and the backs of my thighs with gentle hands, and Magnar strokes my hair.
“See? Weeping for me. But that’s not enough, love. Not by far. You’ll have to give me more to soothe my heart, hm?”
I sob without tears, forcing myself to look up. His face looks kind, eyes warm as they regard me with tenderness. I open my mouth to ask what else he needs when he rocks underneath me, and the pressure builds again.
“Too soon,” I gasp out.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, perfectly kind and loving.
Oh, I know he will if I ask. Magnar isn’t cruel, he’s just mean and greedy, and hurting, too.
I shake my head and brace, digging my nails into his sides, my legs twitching as my core tightens not even a minute after coming in the most debilitating way.
I resign myself to it, giving over control to my husband.
If this soothes him, so be it.
“You’re so sweet,” he says, a mean edge creeping into his voice.
“Of course, you’re also needy and unable to ask for the things you want.
It’s nice to be forced to take all the pleasure when you’re too timid to take it for yourself, isn’t it?
See, we dreamt about a loving whore, and we have one.
A heart full of love for her knights, and a needy cunt for her husband. ”
I cry out when I wet him again, this orgasm harder, my body wrung and flattened by immense pressure.
I struggle to catch my breath when it’s over, my limbs dead weights, my heart hammering until it feels like I’m dying.
My mind is blissfully empty, and I try to snuggle closer into Magnar’s warmth. So restful now. I could sleep.
He strokes my hair, and one of my knights massages my back, smoothing my tense muscles, gently pressing down into the dimples in my lower back. Khay strokes my trembling legs, and I can finally breathe.
But even if he doesn’t move, the pressure builds again. It’s the nature of this position, of his heavy cock pressing at me from the inside. I whine softly, trying to move to ease the sensation, but I’m too weak to climb off him.
“Just lie like that. Arvi, track the time. I want to know how long she needs to come like this without stimulation.”
“Oh no,” I whisper. “It will… Take longer… I can’t.”
“Does anything hurt, love?” he asks tenderly.
“No,” I whimper. “It’s just… That pressure… Oh, I’ll cry.”
“Good. Cry as much as you want. I have you.”
“Princesses… Don’t… Cry.”
“But queens do,” he whispers, hands so gentle on my head and back. “Queens do whatever they fucking need to heal.”
I gasp, clenching around him with an involuntary spasm of my overwrought, aching muscles. So this is the goal. I said I need to heal, and he thinks he’ll bring me closer by breaking me into pieces of bliss and surrender.
“It’s… Oh, no. Excruciating. Please. Move.”
“Just a minute longer, pet. I never thought it was possible to make a woman come like this, from just being inside her. Let me enjoy it a bit longer.”
I give in, letting the pressure build and build. It’s worse when it’s slow. I feel how my muscles tense and lock, one by one. I feel the strain, the tension, the ache. When I rock my hips, whimpering from the overwhelm, Khay presses me gently down into Magnar, caressing my skin.
I make constant noises, some of pain, others of pleasure. More hands shape me now, stroking my back, massaging my nape, digging into the tense muscles around my shoulder blades. Sensation overrides everything, and I become a body. Not even a person anymore.
The orgasm rolls through me slowly, and it’s excruciating, just like the buildup.
My muscles hurt even as they spasm with ecstasy, clamping hard around Magnar’s length.
He hisses, finally moving. I squeeze him so tight, it’s a chore, but he manages to thrust up into me a few times, making my orgasm longer and harder.
When I finish with a faint gasp, he grows rigid, coming with my name on his lips. I sleep after that, or maybe I faint just like Arvi.
I wake when Magnar gently rolls me off him. My body feels loose and relaxed, my mind still too heavy for thoughts. My stomach rumbles, though, remembering it’s hungry now that fullness inside me is gone.
“Get up, my lady,” Khay says with a chuckle. “You need to eat something.”
He helps me sit, and I lean against his chest, my body loose between his spread legs. Raduna has a tray in his lap and gives me first lukewarm tea, then meat and cheese with his tomatoes. I eat blissfully, drawing meaningless shapes on Khay’s thigh with my fingers.
When I’m fed, Raduna leans closer until we’re face to face. He studies me for a moment, then smiles.
“Are you up for rewarding me now, my queen?”