Chapter XLVIII Human
XLVIII Human
All three of us cry out when the two hefty cocks buried within me jolt. For a moment, there’s only the sound of our interwoven breaths, rapid and gasping, and then, Magnar hums thoughtfully, which makes Khay jolt again, not as hard.
“You mean to tell me I get to be inside my wife and kiss at the same time?”
“You don’t hate it,” Khay says with shock in his voice. “Why don’t you hate it?”
Magnar huffs with amusement. “We’re rubbing dicks. What’s a kiss? It doesn’t have to mean anything, Khay. We’re already pretty damn close, aren’t we? Show me a stronger bond between men than the one between king and his knight.”
“How about those monks in Tanvaria who fuck each other?” Khay says with a snort.
“Ah, but do you want me to fuck you?” Magnar’s voice turns silky and sly, and I shiver, squeezing them both with an involuntary spasm.
Khay’s voice is sober and certain. “No. Never. No offense.”
“And do you want me to kiss you? I’d like to.”
Khay’s breath hitches, but he says nothing. The silence stretches, and Magnar strokes my side, then pulls my leg up to hook it around his hip.
“Yeah,” Khay says at last, thrusting deeper when Magnar’s rearrangement of me makes him slip partly out. “And you are fucking filthy to suggest this, Caliane. I love you.”
“Then make me come. Please. Both of you.”
Magnar laughs darkly, reaching toward Khay’s face above me. “You heard your queen. She wants to come.”
“Both at once?”
“I don’t see why not. She’s used to us by now. Come here, Khay.”
When they both move, I cry out with aching bliss. I am full, full, full, their hips pressing me from both sides, hands reaching for my thigh and breast, hooking under my knee to keep me spread open. Above my head, there are faint kissing sounds, soft at first.
I imagine they must start hesitantly, just lips against lips, no tongue. I’m squished between them, their heartbeats rampant, and they rock slowly, Khay’s hand sliding from my breast to Magnar’s side, then to me again, Magnar’s hips stuttering as he sighs.
Khay moans, his thrusts growing faster, hand reaching high up. I know what’s happening. The kiss has deepened, their tongues fighting, and Khay fists his hand in Magnar’s silky hair. My husband grunts, pulling back.
“Fuck. Love this. Darling? You close?”
I moan in reply, and he speeds up, his knob teasing me until a constant, high-pitched whine pours out of my throat. They kiss again, both grunting and moaning in pleasure, and Magnar’s hand is on my buttock, keeping me spread open for Khay.
Finally, the pressure breaks. I grow still and silent, my body rigid as I surge to my peak, waves of bliss careening down my spine. They cry out, both as one, breaths harsh. When I come to, dizzy and weak, they both pulse inside me, and I feel it all, two cocks spending into me at the same time.
Magnar shifts forward, the sound of a tender, chaste kiss making me smile. Khay exhales shakily, his arm around me and Magnar relaxing. We lie together and breathe, slowly calming. Magnar strokes my hip.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I slur, on the verge of falling asleep. “You’re so warm. Need you both.”
“Then you’ll be doubly fucked again, pet. You sure you can handle it?” Magnar asks, sounding so pleased and smug that my heart swells with joy.
“Mhm. Please.”
“Sweet dreams, my lady,” Khay whispers, pressing me and Magnar closer with his arm.
I wake on the cusp of morning, thin, gray light streaming in through uncovered windows. My men are awake, their hips rocking slowly. I twist my neck and look toward the headboard, sighing with awe when I see them.
Their eyes are closed, faces peaceful, their lips locked together.
Magnar is angled slightly above Khay, controlling the kiss, and Khay receives him eagerly, his jaw working, plush lips dark and blue.
Magnar pulls back a little, kisses his chin and the corner of his mouth, and goes back for more with a pleased sigh.
Inside me, heat builds. Khay grunts, his hand sliding out from Magnar’s hair and onto my shoulder, then to my breast. He tweaks my nipple, his eyes still closed, and I moan, trying to move my hips as they warm with need.
I can’t, though. Two long cocks buried deep immobilize me, my movements subject to theirs.
Magnar smiles against Khay’s lips and pulls away, looking down.
“Good morning, love. Still feeling all right?”
I moan in confirmation, and Khay looks down, too, his face dazed and happy. “Best sex of my life,” he says with a sigh. “We’ll have to do it again.”
“We’re not done yet.” Magnar pulls back and thrusts hard, jolting us both. I grab onto his side and gasp when my gaze follows my hand. He has long, bloody scratches all along his ribs and waist. There’s dried blood under my nails. Oh, gods.
Khay laughs when he follows my line of sight. “Kitten has no claws, but she can scratch. We fucked her good, man. Oh, to think the sweet Farneer princess is taking two Agnidari cocks in this castle. That’s a proper conquest, better than all your others.”
My husband chuckles, picking up the pace until I claw at him, whining when his knob makes me tighten with a building orgasm.
“We’ve conquered her every night, Khay, and almost have it all. I almost have it all. Her cunt, her child, her loyalty, her marks on me. Just need the sweet girl’s heart, and I’ll be done with war. My prize. Fuck. Come for me, pet. Squeeze us so hard, I’ll only feel you and Khay, and nothing else.”
And of course, I do. I can’t tell him no. They moan and grunt when I come, my head thrown back against Khay’s chest, my nails drawing Magnar’s blood.
This time, they don’t follow me into bliss.
Both men grow focused and harsh, their thrusts rough until I hold on for dear life, my breath knocked out of me when I shake between them like a ragdoll.
Magnar snarls and grabs Khay’s hair, tugging him violently closer.
Their kiss is ravaging and hungry, and that’s what pushes them both over the edge.
They throb, filling me with their release, and I stroke my stomach, my skin tingling from being stretched too tight, the bulge enormous.
When Magnar pulls out with a hiss, his seed trickles out of me in a small gush. He slides lower and takes my lips in a long, loving kiss. I taste Khay on his tongue, and it makes it all the better.
We don’t have much time, though. With one last kiss, Magnar slips out of bed, and I stare at his muscular buttocks as he crosses the room, not bothering with putting on clothes. When he’s at the door, he turns and winks.
“I’ll get Anke to come and examine you. Clean up, you both—or don’t. I don’t mind if she sees everything we’ve been up to.”
Khay groans, slowly pulling out, though he stops halfway, wrapping his arms around me with a whining complaint.
“Ugh, I don’t want to go yet! I want to stay inside you. You’re so warm, diamond. So fucking soft.”
Before I have time to speak, he groans with reluctance and pulls out completely. I gasp, feeling horribly empty and bereft. Khay is right. It was much better with him—with them both—inside me.
“No, come back,” I whisper.
“I want to because I don’t care either, just like Magnar. But you care how you’re seen. Come on. I’ll ring for a bath. Fucking human castles. Barbaric.”
I look back at that night very fondly in the following days. It’s my only escape from the reality of traveling through lands that don’t belong to Magnar. It’s grisly and unpleasant, and daydreams come in handy.
As soon as we leave Farneer, we are attacked by a small troop of town militia in Trista, the soldiers convinced Magnar has come to invade them, too.
Our men manage to incapacitate most attackers without killing them, and Magnar has a terse conversation with the tied up militia leader, explaining to him with mounting frustration that Trista is not being invaded.
When it’s obvious he’s getting nowhere, and the man, who’s pissed himself from fear, keeps shaking and crying, I ask Raduna to help me get off. The grass crunches under my boots when I cross to Magnar’s side, smiling at the militia leader who gapes when he sees me.
“Good day, kind man,” I greet him. “My name is Caliane. I was the princess of Farneer—you must have heard my name. We are neighbors, aren’t we?”
He stares at me, slack jawed. “You’re alive? They haven’t slaughtered you? I heard they slayed everyone in your castle, displayed the royal family’s heads in the courtyard!”
Just one head. I keep my smile from shrinking while Magnar mutters an Agnidari curse under his breath.
“No, indeed, I am alive and well,” I say, turning in place to showcase my wellbeing. “We are actually riding to the Citadel since my husband is about to take his seat at the Table of Kings. It would be kind if you didn’t attack us or try to shoot us in the back when we untie you and ride away.”
The man stares at me, disgust and shock mixing on his face, and I realize with a sigh he didn’t pay much attention to my request.
“Husband? You married the monster Tyrant? Heavens, princess, I’ll gather more men and we’ll save you! The Diamond of Farneer in the clutches of the Agnidari, it can’t be!”
I roll my eyes while Magnar snorts, his expression growing cold. He seems unaffected, but his hands curl at his sides, and I know he cares.
My husband is hurting. Well then.
I walk over to the militia leader and poke him in the chest, glaring at him with all the anger I can muster.
“Listen here! I will not have you speak ill of my husband, his men, or his people! I don’t need saving, and you shouldn’t have shot at us. He is the king of Farneer, lawfully wed and crowned! We should have you tried for treason and breaking the peace!”
He blinks with confusion, and behind me, Magnar chuckles. Khay stands by my side, pushing the man back a few steps.
“No closer to the queen.”