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Caliane
Arvi doesn’t need to be told twice. He coats the toy in the oil as I spread my legs open, still warm and tingly with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
The reddish firelight paints his smooth skin in warm highlights and shadows, and I watch him as he gives himself to the task, his brow furrowed.
My knight is so focused on getting it right, and it makes my heart swell with affection.
“Let’s see now.”
He lays the oiled toy on top of my belly, as if to see how deep it might go.
It reaches past my navel, and Arvi nods with satisfaction, then pulls it away and shuffles until his cock rests on top of my belly.
I glance down and instantly away. Way past my navel.
It’s thick, too. The thickest of my men.
“Hmm. You’ll have to be very brave, that’s for sure.”
“Don’t make me nervous,” I hiss, but Arvi leans down fast and seals my lips shut with a kiss.
I kiss him back, and he plunges his tongue in my mouth with a growl of pleasure.
The cool, smooth tip of the toy presses to my opening, and he kisses me harder, pushing it inside.
There’s a moment of stretching and resistance, then it’s in, and I gasp from the cool sensation.
He pulls away and looks down between my legs with lecherous curiosity.
“Oh fuck. It’s even better than I thought,” he breathes, sliding the toy deeper, deeper, until it finds a threshold, and I wince.
“You have to be patient,” I tell him. “Slowly.”
His fingers slide down the shape protruding through my stomach, and he latches onto my breast, suckling greedily.
The toy moves in shallow thrusts, each of them working it in deeper.
I spasm with needy pleasure, feeling thirsty and hot, and when Arvi’s tongue begins tormenting my nipple, I grab a pillow and press it to my mouth to muffle my screams. It’s a breathless ordeal, being worked like this when I know it won’t make me come.
“It’s in,” he announces, pulling away from my breast. “All the way. Fuck, sweet. I don’t think I can wait.”
“You don’t have to.”
He pulls the toy out of me, discarding it on the bed, and positions himself between my legs. I hold him closer, doing what I can to stay relaxed. My eyes want to stray down to behold the monstrosity of his cock, but I valiantly keep them trained on his chest above me.
We’ve had sex like this before, of course, and yes, I took him all up my ass many times. But Arvi wants to fit all the way inside me, and I don’t know if I’ll take it.
“My queen,” he whispers, pushing inside.
It’s instantly good, the pressure of fullness building a delicious, throbbing ache. My muscles stretch, letting go of tension. He hisses, his body above me rigid with control.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Making me work for it. Sweet. So sweet.”
I try to open my legs wider, and he slides in another inch, groaning with bliss. I lay my palm on top of my stomach that’s slick with oil, and as soon as I trace his slowly moving shape with my fingers, it twitches mightily in response. Arvi stops, breathing hard.
“I’ll come if you do that. Please stop, laruna. Let me enjoy a bit more.”
I let my hand slide away, and he pulls out to kiss me. I laugh through it, trying to ignore the gaping, open feeling of emptiness. I don’t like it. I need him inside.
“There,” he says, pushing back inside me. “Fuck! You’re so hot. Such a good queen. The best.”
I clench around him in pleasure, and he drives himself deeper. Slowly, with minuscule, controlled flexes of his hips, Arvi conquers me inch by inch. I ache and moan, and need and want, and he shushes me with sweet, half-delirious words.
“No, it’s all right. You really can. We’ll wait a little, yeah? Just a little. And then you’ll stretch for me, just a little bit more. So fucking good.”
But there comes a moment when no matter how much he pleads and comforts me, no matter how much I try, he can’t go any further. His knob remains outside of my body, barely teasing my opening with every desperate thrust of Arvi’s hips. My belly aches, too full, too tight, overstuffed.
“Fuck.” Arvi stills on top of me, his chest heaving. His trembling fingers brush hair from my temple, and I hold his hips in a tight grip, trying to pull him closer. Tears gather in my eyes. All this preparation, the teasing, everything, and it’s for nothing.
I really wanted to give this to him. He’ll have no other woman, only me, and so he can’t experience this, ever.
“Oh, sweet, no, no, no.” He pulls out, making the soft, muffled sobs I can’t contain turn into loud, wet wails. “No, baby, come on. I don’t care, it’s not important, all right?”
“But it is! I need you deeper,” I manage through my sobs. “We have to, so you get to have it. I want you to have all the good things. Arvi, please. Let’s try.”
“No, no. It’s all right. Shh, my sweet. Come here.”
He pulls me closer until my face presses to the crook of his neck, and he holds me there, comforting me tenderly.
“It’s so good when I’m inside you, you have no idea,” he whispers softly.
“Better than anything. I could spend all my days loving my queen. And nothing else matters, you see? Only that I have you. It’s enough. You’re always enough.”
His words help alleviate the desolate feeling that I have somehow failed him, and now all that’s left is determination.
“Sit up,” I demand. “We’re doing this.”
He does as I say, and I stand over him, my feet flanking his thighs. He realizes what I’m about to do and holds his cock rigid, helping me impale myself on it. Slowly, I lower myself, hissing when my body adjusts, an ache flaring faintly, a muscle spasming as it releases.
Arvi breathes hard, his muscular thighs trembling. My knees meet the mattress and I straddle him properly, my breaths coming fast and short. Tension blooms deep inside me, the kind that pulses hot. I grip my knight’s arm and sit lower, biting back a curse when the ache turns into pain.
“Caliane, maybe—”
“Shh! Shut up. Be good and let me.”
His teeth flash in a quick grin. “Yes, my sweet.”
I wait, my thighs burning, and try to slow my breathing.
Arvi holds me up, singing a soft, achingly beautiful melody about a man who fell in love with a mermaid.
I’ve never heard it before. The melody loops around us, deep and mournful, and slowly, with each beautiful note, I sink lower, and lower, until I sit in Arvi’s lap and there’s no more space between us.
When I look down, my stomach looks pregnant. I avert my eyes.
Arvi finishes the song, stroking my arms and back soothingly. I crane my neck to look up, and we smile at each other, taking in this moment.
He’s here, deeper than anyone before. I did it.
“You’re not going to ride me, are you?” he asks, his eyes creasing with mischief. “It doesn’t seem like you can move. At all. I wonder what shape your guts will be in when I’m done. You’ll lie in bed for days just to recover.”
I hit his arm without much strength. “Make me come and all will be good.”
He holds me close and shifts us until I’m on my back. He withdraws slowly, and I hiss, the fullness rippling and sliding in a wave of exquisite torment. I don’t hurt anymore. All I do is—throb.
“Let’s breed you, sweet.”
He moves slowly at first, just the shallowest thrusts moving his knob in and out of me until I pant with pleasure.
Oh, the Agnidari knobs. They are a blessing and a curse, turning me into a wanton mess each time one finds its way inside me.
I shake harder and harder, clutching Arvi until a debilitating orgasm swallows my body.
I take it in silence, and he curses when my muscles clutch him tighter.
“Fuck. I’m almost there. Do you think… Yeah, we’re doing it.”
He pulls out fast and flips me around until I lie on my belly.
I moan, knowing what’s coming, but before I have time to think straight, he pushes back in, stretching me in this new position.
For a moment, I’m afraid he won’t fit this time, but it seems my insides are thoroughly rearranged.
He slides deep with a grunt, and I give in to the pressure.
Tiny, high-pitched sounds flee through my tight throat as Arvi speeds up, his thrusts long and thick, his girth plowing me open.
“Almost… Please…”
I wouldn’t stop it if I could. The pressure breaks, and I soar somewhere in a world without sounds and sights, blind and deaf, only feeling. Arvi stops moving, his cum filling me even more until I fancy that final drop will break me. But I remain whole, even if it feels like my soul has shattered.
“Caliane? Caliane!”
I realize I’m on my side, his muffled voice coming as if from a great distance through the ringing in my ears. My body is the heaviest it’s ever been. I am made of lead and so content, I think I’ll indeed stay in bed for days.
“Mhwhat.”
“Say something,” he murmurs, frantically brushing hair off my face. “Caliane! Are you well?”
“Mngh… Never… Better…”
“Oh, thank the gods.”
I fall asleep after that. When I crack my eyes open, it’s light, and Arvi’s still inside me, stuffing me full. Hushed voices break through my blissful haze.
“…no way you made her faint! It’s like you transferred your curse onto her or something.” It’s Khay. He laughs, and I smile in response. I love Khay. Love them all.
“I mean, maybe she just fell asleep?” Arvi says. “I’ve watched her all night, but she’s fine. Caliane? Are you waking up?”
I yawn, clumsily waving behind me until I find some part of him, and I pat it in reassurance.
“Let me sleep. Feels so good.”
“Yeah, about that.” Arvi sounds sheepish yet proud. Oh yes, I took him whole. I grin when I remember it. “So Molly sent a messenger, and she’ll be here a bit sooner because the roads are better than she expected.”
Why is he so worried? We like Molly. It’s okay if she comes sooner, she’ll be able to stay longer.
“Mmm. How soon?”
“The day after tomorrow.”
I blink a few times then slowly, like a massive avalanche, reality floods in, obliterating my easy bliss and the heavy softness of sleep.
The day after tomorrow!
“We’ll have to redo the invitations,” I gasp. “The feast has to be sooner! And that blasted menu, I still think there’s too much honey. Oh gods. Arvi, kindly move yourself out of my body, please. I have things to do!”
He pulls out slowly, leaving me empty and dripping, and very much wishing for a repeat performance. When I see how hard he is, his expression quite contrite as he watches me, I take a deep breath.
“None of that is that important,” Khay says, offering me his half-eaten apple. “Breakfast? Take a bite and let Arvi fuck you again. I wanna watch.”
I weigh the apple in my hand, considering. Could I really dawdle a little? But the invitations!
“Sweet, Molly won’t mind if things aren’t absolutely perfect,” Arvi says, giving his wet cock a stroke. The skin is a bit wrinkled from spending hours inside me. I lick my lips, watching his hand move up and down the massive shaft.
“Come on, you’re already nicely stretched,” Khay says, taking the apple from my hand when he sees I’m not going to eat it. “Arvi told me how much effort it took. Don’t let that pretty pussy shrink yet. You need to make an Arvi-baby, remember?”
“Arvi-baby,” I huff under my breath, looking up at my knights. They both watch me with such intense anticipation, I can’t hold back a smile. “Oh, all right. But only Arvi. If you get hot and bothered watching us, Khay, you’ll have to take care of it yourself.”
“Already ahead of you.”
He stands up from the mattress and lowers his undone trousers. His hard cock is in his hand, and he strokes it, watching us expectantly. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Arvi makes sweet, leisurely morning love to me, filling me to the brim. By the time we’ve all come, my knights are both deliciously sweaty, and I pull Khay in bed, so I can luxuriate in being surrounded from all sides.
Each day is happier than the last, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.