Chapter XLVI Crow
XLVI Crow
I sigh and stretch the sides of my neck. “Yes. Thank you for feeding me.”
For an inexplicable reason, that makes him laugh, his brown eyes twinkling with humor. “Well then. I intend to feed you some more.”
I frown, blinking at him. My mind is still slow. Raduna grins wolfishly and presses his thumb to my lips.
“My reward, my queen. I’d like you to make me come with your mouth.”
“Oh.”
My face flames, my insides tensing with anticipation. Truth is, I haven’t done much of that apart from that first experience with Khay and the honey. My men have had their mouths on me often, but I on them—almost never.
“Will you instruct me?” I ask, swallowing down my anxiety to do well and the fear that I won’t.
“Fuck me,” Arvi whispers, and Khay hums in agreement.
When I try to turn, nervous that I said something wrong, Raduna cups my cheek and holds my gaze.
“You letting me instruct you will make it a thousand times better, my queen.”
I roll forward to sit on my heels, my hands in my lap. “I’m ready.”
“This is so fucking cute,” Arvi whispers.
“Hot,” adds Khay.
My husband growls in warning. “Stop distracting her.”
Raduna sits back against the headboard, his massive thighs comfortably spread. His cudgel of a cock lies on one, already purpling with arousal. He points at the space between his legs, and I shuffle forward, my heart pounding.
“I’d like you to kiss me first. Start slow. Make it last, my queen.”
I blink, my nerves and the lingering daze making me stupid. I motion at his cock that’s quite rigid now, and larger. “Kiss you… there?”
Thankfully, no one laughs. Raduna smiles with infinite understanding, like a kind teacher.
“Yes, Caliane. Kiss me there.”
I nod and get to work twisting my hair on my nape so it’s out of the way.
Raduna watches me with sparkling eyes until I lean forward, bracing my hands on his thighs.
I kiss him once, chastely, his skin soft and warm over the hard, throbbing flesh.
He sighs, and I shuffle closer, peppering him with kisses.
Soon, I grow bolder, kissing him more deeply with my lips parted, my tongue caressing him. He groans and cups the side of my face.
“Yes, like that. Perfect. I’d like you to kiss the crown now. Just like that.”
I move toward his tip and give it a gentle lick before I press slow, sucking kisses into the slick flesh. His hips work with small motions, and he breathes hard. “That’s it. Beautiful. Look at me now, but don’t stop.”
I tilt my head sideways, keeping my lips sucked onto the bulging crown of him. His teeth are slightly bared, eyes dark as they swallow me.
“Good. Take it in your mouth now. Just the tip. You can’t fit much more anyway, can you? Such a dainty, human mouth.”
He sounds breathless and eager, and I struggle to hold his rapt gaze as I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him in. His taste overwhelms me at once, man and salt. Raduna’s hips twitch, and he lays his hand on the back of my head, his fingers gently massaging my scalp.
“Good. Perfect. Use your hands to stroke me and suck on the tip. It will be enough.”
I settle into a rhythm, taking him deeper once I know what I’m doing. I suck my cheeks in, letting him fill my mouth to the brim, my fingers gripping him tightly as they go up and down. He moans and gasps, encouraging me along the way.
“Good. Just like that. You feel so good. Perfect reward. I love it, Caliane. I love you on my cock.”
When he coats the back of my throat with cum, I can’t keep up swallowing. It bursts out of my mouth, and he groans, the mess gathering in his lap. When it’s over and I pull back, breathing hard, Magnar leans in.
“Your knight meant to feed you, but you let some escape, love.”
I shiver, and Raduna begins to say I don’t have to, but Magnar is right. This is a reward for unflinching loyalty, and so that’s what I must be, too—unflinching.
I lean low and lap the mess off Raduna’s lap. He breathes hard through it, and when I look up, the last of it on my tongue, his eyes are glazed over and dark, his cock hard again.
I swallow and smile, reveling in his adoring gaze. “Have I rewarded you well, my knight?”
“Yes. The best. Thank you.”
I lose track of events after that, sleeping through some of it as they take me in turns.
Arvi has me lie on top of him just as I did on Magnar, but lets me go after one agonizing, perfect orgasm.
After that, things become a blur. I drowse on and off, waking to excruciating fullness, eager thrusts, and once with Raduna’s tongue between my legs, lapping at me just as I lapped at him.
It’s a perfect repeat of my wedding night. I am cozy and well, surrounded by my men who show me with every thrust how important and loved I am.
*
The new day dawns foggy and cold. Khay draws me a quick bath, and I take it with gratitude. My body aches all over, but it’s a pleasant pain, a memory of bliss shared with my men.
They file into my bathroom while I wash, their eyes bleary, yawns wide.
“I suppose you regret it now,” I say with a smirk, because I suspect they slept even less than me.
Khay wags his finger, voice groggy. “Nuh-uh. No regrets, pretty lady.”
“You sound drunk,” Magnar says irritably, splashing his face with water from my bath.
“Mmm. Drunk on her. She’s better than wine.”
Arvi glances over his shoulder from where he stands in front of the toilet, shaking himself off after using it. “That’s a line from your song, no? You taste better than wine, you’re the only excitement I need. Lurid stuff. You’re lucky Caliane couldn’t understand it.”
“Yeah?” Khay turns, his face flushing hotly. “And yours is better? My sweet mermaid, I’ll follow you into deep waters. It’s not enough to make her a fish, she must be a monster, too?”
Arvi sneers at him. “Mermaids are hot.”
“How? You can’t fuck the fish part!”
“Quiet!” Raduna snaps, his voice low and deeply authoritative. “Shut up. You sound like boys, not men. Get ready in peace or you’ll cause a delay.”
They sulk but obey him, and the rest of our morning routine passes in blessed silence. Khay dresses me with Raduna’s help. I wear many layers to keep me warm, my cloak and gloves lined with fur. Before we leave the room, Magnar catches me in the doorway.
“Wait. Let me see.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, hands diving under the hem of my dress. I laugh when he runs his palms along my calf and thigh, all the way up to where I’m sore and tingly. He grins and pats my inner thigh.
“Perfect riding attire, love. Would you do me the honor of riding with me?”
“Of course, my king. I’ll do my best not to squirm.”
He chuckles and steals a kiss before taking my hand and guiding me down to the hall for breakfast. I remember to grab two warm hats I had the seamstresses make since my sewing is quite messy. When I sit down between Magnar and Arvi, I turn to the latter.
“I noticed you don’t wear a hat. You’ll freeze your ears off. Here.”
He takes the cream woolen cap with a miffed expression. “Thank you, laruna, but wool is so scratchy, I don’t know if I’ll be able to wear it.”
I smirk and take the hat from his hands, showing him the three-layer satin lining. “It won’t scratch you. Please wear it. I have one more if you lose it.”
He grins and embraces me tightly, murmuring his thanks into my hair.
We ride out with an escort of sixty men, a hundred more set to follow later.
Most of them will be left behind in Farneer, which is an eight-day journey away from the Citadel, where the Table of Kings gathers.
More of Magnar’s troops are stationed in my home country should we need them, though Magnar is unhappy with this arrangement.
“Riding into the wolves’ den with only thirty men,” he growls as we leave the capital behind, the wind picking up now that we’re not among the buildings.
“It’s as good as nothing. I should have conquered Trista, too.
Its northern border is only four days away from the Citadel—close enough to call for reinforcements.
Fuck, love. There’s still time to go back.
I hate the thought of something happening to you. ”
“And I hate the thought of something happening to you, so I have to come and protect you,” I reply cheerfully.
“Stop worrying. You got your seat. We’re all protected by the Kings’ Peace.
Remember? While the kings can’t attack each other anywhere, that law is even more stringent in the Citadel.
Even a bar brawl between soldiers is considered a serious offense.
So even if you took a thousand people with you, they would be quite useless. ”
He grunts with reluctance, and I laugh into my fur collar. Magnar’s hand keeps straying to my lower belly even though it’s hidden deep beneath many layers of clothing. I can’t help but think he’s incredibly cute like this, so worried about me, grumpy and sleep-deprived.
We talk little on the way and spend the night in a drafty castle. Magnar hoards me to himself in a bed only large enough for two. We’re both asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows.
The journey continues much the same as we travel north. The days grow colder. I’m passed around, spending one day and night with Khay, then with Raduna, next with Arvi. By the time it’s Magnar’s turn again, he’s irritable and snarky. He doesn’t let me sleep that night.
“I don’t give a fuck about resting,” he grunts, pulling out of me to press ravenous kisses into my mouth. “I fucking miss you, love. I hate traveling. I want my honeymoon.”
“Soon,” I gasp when he thrusts back in, slick and hard, punishingly deep. “Oh, there! Faster. Please!”
He delivers, fucking an orgasm into me, and comes deep inside. He doesn’t pull out. I nod off, only to wake to him moving within me, more slowly now that his first hunger is sated.
In the morning, after what feels like an entire night of mating, he kisses my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth, his face tired and haggard, eyes sad.
“Do you love me yet?”