28. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
I opened my eyes and watched the stars twinkling in his endless universe of a gaze.
There would be no turning back if I nodded. There would be no turning back if I denied him. The indecision was nibbling tiny circles around the inner lining of my brain. I had never been an overly sexual creature, but The Raven had unlocked something in me. He had made me feel and yearn for things I had never wanted. He wouldn’t touch me. Couldn’t touch me, so he said. Brittle Spear could.
I churned the decision over and over and settled on Rule #7: Commit to the bit. If they were going to treat me like a whore, I was going to be the best whore that ever whored.
A sharp, crisp nod was given to Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear, and his face broke into a smile of pure delight. Soft hands reached for the straps of the bridle to unhook it, but The Raven swatted them away, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder again. “Under my terms, Brittle Spear. Not yours. Swear it.”
Something twitched at the edges of Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear’s face, like the tiniest edge of a wig curling up and escaping the confines of its glue. “I, Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear, lord and master of the Fómhar hereby swear to you, Raven of the Dawn, disgraced Ard Tiarna of the árus Láigh that my tryst with The Golden Pearl will be on your terms assuming those terms are not detrimental to my health and safety. Satisfied with my oath?”
The Raven was silent for a long while, as I traced Brittle Spear’s face, trying to find that singular anomaly. Chasing that thing that seemed off and out of place. I wanted to hunt it down and find where it had come from. I wanted to follow its threads back to its root and interrogate it until I was satisfied. But whatever it was was gone, folded under the cover of a soft yet mildly frustrated Princely demeanor.
“Satisfied. The bridle stays on. And I am in the room. I need not touch, but I am in the room. She is my charge, and I will not let her be far from me again.”
With every word, his grip on my shoulder grew stronger until it was painful, pulling at the almost healed cuts in my back.
“My dear Captain of the Guard, had I known that these were the games you indulged in, I’d have invited you to my quarters a long time ago. I had the impression that you were a sexless Fae. There are even rumors in some courts that you swore your celibacy as a sacrifice for the crimes you committed against the House of Magic.”
Brittle Spear liked to talk, and I liked to listen to him. The Raven was far from sexless, but if he had sworn to their gods he would not partake in the delights of the flesh as punishment for whatever happened at the House of Magic, which would explain why he couldn’t touch me.
The Raven grunted at this, rolling his eyes, as if overly bored of rumors.
I squirreled that piece of information into the back of my brain to pick at later.
The Raven squeezed my shoulder and pressed into the muscles. I hadn’t ever seen or felt The Raven reluctant, but the slight tremor in his muscles felt anxious about this.
“Fine, yes. As long as my lady Pearl agrees to this.” Brittle Spear’s eyes were once again on me and smoldering with desire.
I nodded my ascent, doubt, and indecision roiling within me, even though I would push through this.
Even though I wanted this .
Anxiety whirled within me, hand in hand with elated anticipation. They danced a vicious battle so close to a lover’s embrace that it was indistinguishable.
The Ard Tiarna rose, letting his hands run up my cloak-covered thighs, tucking one under my knees and one behind my back, before tipping me backward into his arms and up from the chair. “I must say, my lady, I am disappointed that I cannot take the bridle from you, as I would very much like to feel your lips on mine. I would lose myself in the taste of them and will have to survive on your flavor from another source.”
He was walking away with me, the leash draping behind us like a tail, as The Raven followed like a dark storm cloud, his eyes never leaving me.
I waited for my heart to want to meet the same beat as his like it had when The Raven carried me, but it did not. Not until my eyes connected with The Raven, gloomy and disgruntled, that it reacted and, once more, began to pound in my throat.
“I am not a brutal lover, my lady. But I am thorough. If I do not please, you will need to find some way to tell me,” Brittle Spear whispered against my ear. He set me down on a soft, luxurious bed crafted to look like an oak tree, with its boughs floating up into the ceiling and its leaves falling in suspended sheets.
The Raven closed the doors behind us and watched me as he unbuckled his leather chest plate and set it aside with his sword. I noticed the dangle of brass stars and wondered when he had strung them onto his sword and why. “She likes brutal.”
Brittle Spear pulled my attention back to him with a careful pull of his knuckle across my chin and smiled indulgently. “Is that true, my lady Pearl? You like brutal?”
I tilted my head to him and shrugged.
“Hmm, I will endeavor to be as brutal as I am comfortable with. It is not my usual fare, though.” His fingers were delicately working down the buttons of the cloak, one by one, liberating them from their loops and revealing more and more of my golden cast pearl skin. When he had finally reached my midsection, he pushed the cloak from my shoulders and stood back, watching me as my nipples peaked in the chill air. “My gods, you are divinity made flesh.”
The Raven’s eyes were on my skin. I could feel them scouring every inch of revealed naked flesh like a hot brand rolling over the delicate flesh he had savaged so easily with the very knife he was playing with. At least the rounded pommel and the slight fleck of golden milk still caught in the braid on the handle looked like it was.
Soft fingers trailed along my collar bone and caressed my shoulder, straining against the bonds that held them back. “These will have to go,” he said idly to no one in particular as he traced the length of my arm to toy with each one of my fingers.
His fingers felt like silk on the rough velvet of my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the gentle touch in contrast to the brutality I had savored with The Raven.
Fingers walked back up the length of my arm to dip between my breasts, drawing a deep breath from me. Here, in the blackness of my mind’s eye, I could imagine the hand touching me was, once again, The Raven’s and not Brittle Spear’s. The thumb that played at the budding edge of my nipple was that of my inquisitor, and when he pinched and rolled it roughly between his fingers, I couldn’t help but give into the small whimper of pleasure that slipped past the massive leather gag.
“Fuck,” Brittle Spear whispered close to my ear. “One day, I will hear you make that sound in my ear and not into a gag.” His fingers abandoned my nipple to shimmy the cloak over my hips and down my legs, lavishing each new inch of flesh revealed to him with heated kisses. “While I dine, please do away with the shackles, Captain.”
“Her hands stay bound,” The Raven barked.
“If you must have them bound, there is a harness point above the bed. Keep them above her head if you wish, but I would much rather her be able to touch me as she wishes,” he murmured against my skin as he knelt and slowly spread my thighs wide for him to wedge himself between them.
“She would strangle you at the first opportunity she had,” The Raven grunted and moved behind me, readying something.
“Then, I would die a satisfied Fae,” Brittle Spear purred before he dragged his tongue up my thigh. His arms looped behind both of my knees and pulled me forward into his waiting mouth.
The moment his tongue touched my slick pussy, I tilted my head back and moaned into the leather gag, drool filling my mouth. The hot brand of his tongue on the slick, aching flesh felt like heaven itself bursting into my mind. I needed more. I wanted everything and then some. Any remaining hesitation and reluctance was melted away the moment his skilled tongue found my clit and began pressing and sucking on it in steady succession.
Any plan to substitute Brittle Spear’s touch in my mind for that of The Raven was withering away. The aching yearning for The Raven remained, but a new bonfire burned beside it, crackling and chewing on logs built with every throb of my clit as his nimble tongue teased and feasted on me.
I felt the bed dip behind me as Brittle Spear hooked my legs over his shoulder and lapped at me with indulgent vigor.
“Imagine his mouth is mine, little bug. What I wouldn’t give to be the one making you make those sounds.”
The heat from his body was radiating into mine as he worked the shackles off my wrists. The moment they came free, I sagged with relief, but it was short lived as Brittle Spear took the opportunity to spear me on two thick fingers and hook them deep within me, causing me to scream with delight behind the gag.
“That’s it, little bug, ride his face for me. Show me how you would take your pleasure from me,” The Raven rumbled in my ear as his hands explored my arms, drawing them up and then securing them back into shackles above my head.
His body never left mine, his firm muscles holding me aloft from the bed, stretched long before Brittle Spear, who worked my pussy with expert and determined skill.
Every suckle at my throbbing clit was met with a slow twisting thrust of his fingers. My hips moved along with him, sliding and undulating with the give and take that he was drawing me into. I could only imagine his mouth to be The Raven’s, two of them. Two Ravens lavished me with attention, one fucking me deep and slow while he feasted on my pussy, the other letting me lean against him while his leather-gloved fingers toyed with my stiff nipples, pinching and pulling them in rhythm with the sway of my hips.
“Fucking gods, Captain. If you’ve never tasted this pussy, you’re missing out. She tastes of power and milúll. I could drink from her for eternity,” Brittle Spear moaned against me.
“I have not yet had the pleasure, Highness. Fuck her good for me. She’s being such a dirty girl for you. She deserves a reward.”
The thunder of his voice shot through me and was punctuated by a vicious pinch and roll to my nipple in tandem with Brittle Spear diving back into me to ravage my clit.
A blush danced hot on the apples of my cheeks. Dirty girl. Adrenaline poured thick within me, and I squirmed, grinding myself harder into Brittle Spear.
The Raven grinned down at me, catching exactly how those two words gripped me by the hair and shook all the pretense of civility from me. I was their dirty girl. I would be. And I’d like it. And The Raven, ever watchful, took note.
I was panting, my heart pounding a rabid staccato in my chest as Brittle Spear and The Raven teased and taunted me right up to the edge and then backed away. Both seemed to know exactly when to ease off and when to drive me forward toward the abyss of orgasm, never letting me tip too far into it that they could not control the way my pussy gripped Brittle Spear’s fingers.
“Do you want to come for me, dirty little girl? Do you want to show the Ard Tiarna how messy you are when you let yourself go for me?” I was nodding, my eyes whipping open to connect with his and begging with furtive, pleading whimpers. The wicked smile building into his perfect lips told me I had given him exactly what he wanted. “My Prince, if I could ask that you leave your meal . . . I bet it would taste so much better filled to the brim and dripping with your cum.”
“Captain, I will need to invite you to my bedchamber more often.” He laughed before latching onto my clit again and groaning as he suckled, pulling himself away reluctantly .
He rose, placing my legs delicately down on the bed and stepping away as he began undressing himself. His hungry eyes never left me, though. “My lady, I hope that I can please you because I would taste you again and again and again. Even if all you would have of me would be to ride my face and use me for your pleasure.”
As his linen shirt came away and was tossed carelessly to the side, I let my gaze trail over his body. He was slim, fit, and well-toned but much slimmer than the mountain of flesh The Raven was. Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear was a rapier, where The Raven was a falchion, thick and built like a warhorse. But Brittle Spear had been in his fair share of battles as well, as evidenced by the network of scars that peppered his rich tan skin. He let me look, taking his time undoing the laces of his pants and toeing off his boots to be kicked across the room. His eyes burned with need, the evidence of my enjoyment glistening on his face.
Behind me, The Raven kept me close to the edge, drawing his gloves down my body and spreading my thighs wide for Brittle Spear to watch as he teased my clit. I squirmed against him, making slick, wet sounds as he varied his speed just to keep me on the maddening cliff. Any time I would move to clamp my thighs around his hand, he would force them wider and slap my clit. Brittle Spear watched with hunger in his gaze, licking his lips clean of my pleasure.
“Do you hear how fucking soaked you are for him, my dirty little slut? Such a messy fucking girl. Dripping for this absolute fucking stranger, begging for him to fuck you. Filthy fucking girl letting him use your slutty little cunt as his dinner plate,” The Raven rumbled in my ear as the Ard Tiarna began pushing his pants down his long legs to reveal the thick erect length of him as he listened to The Raven’s depraved words and the way my breathing went shallow and rapid, trying to gulp air around the gag.
I had expected Brittle Spear to look like the King, unremarkable and like any other human, but he was different. All along the length of him were raised ridges, and he curved upward, thicker at the base, where the vein running up his length stood out in stark, hard contrast to the rest of his cock. Pearls of precum adorned the darkened head, and every fiber of my being wanted to get down on my knees and crawl over to paint my lips with it.
“They say he’s a dragon spawn. That their line was born of a Fae and a dragon mating. He lacks the split cock, but I knew you’d appreciate how it will split you wide and leave you aching for more.”
He had spoken loud enough for Brittle Spear to hear, and he puffed with pride at the majesty of his nudity. “Would that I had been blessed with more attributes. If I had a serpent’s tongue, I’d have tongue fucked you until you drowned me in your delight, my lady. You will have to forgive my poor breeding.”
The Raven dipped a leather-clad finger into the flooded depths of me, making a point to make loud, wet, sloppy noises to accentuate his point. “Highness, I don’t think the slut minds, as she’s positively drooling for you.”
Heat bloomed anew on my cheeks, embarrassment winding itself around a thorn of perverse carnal delight.
I wanted more.
“And I for her.” He stalked toward me, the head of his cock drawing my eye as he moved. When he reached me, he plucked me from The Raven and drew me into his arms, my bound hands wrapping around his neck. “I would have you now my lady, if you like?”
I whimpered, nodding and nearly begging. The loss of sensation and the dichotomy between the sweetness of Brittle Spear and the shameless filth of The Raven was a cocktail so overwhelming that the more I had, the more I craved. The chill at my back felt like razors peeling my skin from me more brutally than The Raven could have ever been down in the dark.
Brittle Spear was wrapped around me, returning me to the massive oaken bed. But I shivered with need, anxiousness, nervousness, and the ravenous cold of being parted from The Raven, who watched the pair of us as we fell to the bed.
Brittle Spear’s hands caressed each deep healing slice that The Raven had left in my skin with a frown. The softness of his fingers felt like a balm to each wound.
“Would that I could take this pain from you, my lady. ”
“She enjoyed it.” The hiss was directly behind me as he nudged apart Brittle Spear’s knees so he could get closer. “Didn’t you, my little cock-starved bug? Tell him how you squirmed and panted and begged me to use you. Every time I pounded up into you, I was terrified I’d break you, but you fucking loved it. Didn’t you, little bug?”
A wry, sensual smirk was curling into Brittle Spear’s beautiful face, and he cradled me to his chest so he could lavish the skin of my throat with nips and sucking kisses. “Do you like the games The Raven plays, my lady?”
I was lost between the push and pull of the two extremes, the brutality of The Raven and the softness of Brittle Spear’s. They danced me back and forth with such expert care, giving me small bites and morsels from each flavor of debauchery that I so deeply desired.
I could drown in the sea of conflicting and perfectly paired feelings each gave, but there was one buoy above it all that kept pulling me to the surface, held me above the sucking abyss that threatened to take me completely. It was the soft rumbling of The Raven at my back reminding me that, while Brittle Spear might have been saying all the right things and plucking my strings like a master harpist, it was he who had truly created an effervescence in my blood that kept me hooked even when I didn’t want it to.
Black leather gloves pinched my cheeks hard enough to cut the inside of one on one of my teeth. “His Highness asked you a question, little bug. You can’t possibly be so drunk on euphoria that you can’t answer him. So, answer him.”
Oh, but I could be so absolutely drunk on euphoria that I couldn’t answer him because all I wanted was to be tossed between them over and over again until there was nothing left of me but a puddle in the middle of the bed.
I gathered up the discarded sticks and twigs of my good sense and nodded in a moan as Brittle Spear found a fresher slice than the others and dug his fingertip into the wound.
The moan tapered off into a whimpering, pleading sound as errant strands of glistening drool slipped past the leather gag to slide down my chin and across my breasts .
“Mmmm, messy girl,” purred Brittle Spear as he sat up, pushing me back further into The Raven. The heat of his tongue chased the line of drool from the flesh of one breast, up my chest, across my collar bone, to the curve of my wide-open mouth that he kissed tenderly. “I plan to make you much . . . much messier before I am done with you.”
His whispered promise sent shivers racing through me, and I watched his midnight eyes searched for the answer as to whether he could make good on that. Something told me he could and more when the teasing grin on his face was sharp enough to cut the rope being tightened over my head.
Inch by inch, my arms were pulled up and over me until I was barely able to kneel without putting stress on my shoulders. My fingers flexed and strained, wishing I could touch. Wishing I could taste. Wishing I had everything to pour into this. Wishing I could pull The Raven further into this twisted tryst he had planned.
“Fuck, she looks so good like that, Captain. Completely at our mercy. Positively dripping with need for us.” Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear traced a line up my inner thigh, stopping short of exactly where I wanted his touch. I whimpered again, shifting my hips to try to chase his finger begging him silently to touch me more. The finger he pulled away was drenched in my arousal. He let me see how soaked I truly was before looking behind me to The Raven. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
The Raven rumbled his ascent, but Brittle Spear was not satisfied until he leaned across me, and I heard the wet slurps of The Raven sucking me from Brittle Spear’s finger. I tried to turn my head to see, but I couldn’t get enough of an angle. I wanted to see the way he reacted, wanted to watch him enjoy it as Brittle Spear had.
“Fuck, little bug,” he breathed into my ear as satisfied Brittle Spear lay back down and began shimmying me down his hips. “One day, I will spend a week buried between your thighs and drown in you.”
His attention turned to the positioning Brittle Spear. “Use her slutty little hole good and hard, Brittle Spear.”
I felt the length of Brittle Spear slide through the ocean of my dripping wet lips, and I groaned, tilting my head back to lay it on The Raven. But he had already moved and was retreating from the two of us, taking the rope with him as he pulled it taut. I was forced to rise, or I’d have my arms pulled from the sockets.
Brittle Spear notched the rigged head of his cock at my entrance and hissed with delight. “I can’t wait to feel you taking every last inch of me, my Pearl.”
I strained, trying to pull down on the rope, trying to let myself sink onto the thick length of him, but that damned rope kept me from dropping more than an inch onto him. Brittle Spear and I both whimpered with need as I took advantage of every single bit of him I was allowed, rocking and swirling my hips as I used muscles alone to thrust him up into me. It was just enough to crest the flexing greedy ring of my pussy. Just enough to make me ache for more as drool began streaming from the corners of my mouth.
“Raven!”
Brittle Spear spit his name like it was a curse, mirroring exactly what I was feeling the intense pressure and need building at the denial of more when we were on the precipice of indulging fully.
“Beg for it, Highness . . . since she cannot. Beg for her.” He had come around the other side of the bed and was standing at the edge so close to us that if I had my hands free, I could reach out and draw him into a deep, frustrated kiss.
“Your games are cruel, Raven. You bring to me a goddess and tease me with her cunt? I need to have her. Look at how she’s flooding my cock. She needs to have me. Let her down so I can fuck her, please. I’ll go mad if I don’t!”
The Raven clucked in the back of his throat and stroked the side of my cheek with the back of his gloved hand. “You still beg prettier, little bug.”
And just like that, he released the rope, and all my weight came down, impaling me to the very hilt on Brittle Spear. Every single ridge on the wide cock scraped across every nerve I had within me, and I exploded, screaming into the back of the gag as a savage orgasm rippled through me, shredding any higher thought I had ever thought I had. I existed only in the brutal pounding throb of my clit, the vicious clenching of my pussy as it clamped down on his cock and the tension within me that kept me shuddering from its power.
“Fuck her, Highness. Fill that pretty little cunt up with your cum, and if you’re a good boy, I might even suck you clean. Maybe.”
The sound of a chair being pulled up close to the head of the bed drew me panting, heaving, trying to draw air in past the gag and back down to reality.
He had the rope wound around his hand, watching me with a searing gaze that peeled away all the layers of protection I had once had and bore me naked of pretense into the pure carnality of this moment.
Brittle Spear groaned, took hold of my hips, and pulled from me only to slam into me again. Stars burst in tiny fireworks behind my eyelids as I closed them and hung on. His pace was brutal, every ridge of his cock stimulating places I didn’t even know could be stimulated. Every stroke was a masterpiece and nearly sent me over the edge again and again. I could barely hold on, could barely keep my head above the whirlpool of sensations swirling within me and pulling me deeper and deeper.
My eyes slipped closed, and I fell back into the sensation and allowed myself to enjoy the way my hips moved with him and against him.
Leather-wrapped fingers slid down my stomach, found my stretched, taut lip, and pinched it hard enough to have my eyes flying open to see him as he leaned over Brittle Spear.
He was whispering something in his ear, but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of my own wheezing breaths and pounding heartbeat. The faint sunlight from the window on the other side of the bed caught in The Raven’s hair as he watched me casting him in a halo of gold as he leaned down and kissed Brittle Spear with all the passion and desire I had wished so very much he would give to me.
The Prince shuddered beneath me, and I felt the hot drench of his cum coating my walls.
I had not come, though. For all the lead up and all the dancing on the edge, I had not been able to crest the hill and tumble into that deliciousness again. The Raven had stopped me from tumbling headlong into ecstasy with Brittle Spear, who pumped shot after steaming shot into my hungry depths.
The Raven and I watched each other as Brittle Spear did his best to gather his senses. A thousand conversations flew back and forth between The Raven and me, and neither of us uttered a single word. I asked him why, asked him to explain the logic of this, asked him to tell me what had just happened. But he only whispered silent adoration back with his forest-green eyes.
“You were not a good boy, Highness.” He tutted, looking down at him. “She only came a single time for you. I’ve had her coming for me for hours just by using my fingers and a blade. Perhaps next time.”
Something shimmered near the edges of Brittle Spear’s face. That same sense of a wig pulling up at the edges floated to me as The Raven worked to unhook my shackles from the rope then to gently ease my aching arms down in front of me.
He watched me the entire time, ignoring Brittle Spear as if he wasn’t even there. I should have at least paid some attention to the Fae, whose twitching cock was still buried within me. But the tenderness in which The Raven was working blood flow back into my arms, checking my fingers and rubbing at my shoulders, sent waves of innervated warmth flowing through me like the first gulp of whiskey on a cool evening.
The leather of his gloves roughed my hair as he tried to gently smooth it down before cupping my face to look in both of my eyes. “You okay, little bug?”
I tried to smile for him, tried to nod dopily to him, but all that happened was a new stream of drool slid free of my gag. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, only watched it glisten a diamond path down my chin and chest.
“At least let me clean up my mess before you whisk her away, Captain,” pleaded Brittle Spear from behind us.
His voice had changed, though. No longer was it a soft gentle breeze but a scratch in the back of someone’s throat .
“Do not look, little bug,” The Raven commanded, trying to hold his grip on my chin to keep me from turning my head.
But I didn’t listen. I should have, but I didn’t.
Leaning to the side, I peeped around his wide shoulders. To my horror, where once a beautiful copper headed twin to my friend had been, there was a grey-skinned Fae, whose ears were a little too long for his head and looked as if his skin was made of brittle, dried leaves leeched of all their glorious bounty of color. Where once midnight skies dwelled two silvery granite eyes with elongated diamond-shaped pupils lived.
I began to scream behind the gag, anger and shock welling up in equal measure. I tried to scramble from The Raven’s grasp, tried to dislodge myself from astride Brittle Spear, only for The Raven to hold me still.
“Hold still, little bug. He will release you soon. If you thrash about, the spines will dig in.”
“The what?!” I screamed into the leather gag.
“To be entirely fair to our dear Captain, my Pearl, he did warn you that I was part dragon. Or at least, that’s what we tell people.” A slow, indulgent smile crossed his lips. When he reached out to touch me, I recoiled. “I am sorry I couldn’t keep the illusion up, my Pearl. The feel of you wrapped around me was too much for me to concentrate through. Perhaps next time, though.”
I was going to bury The Raven under ten tons of rubble. I had no clue how I was going to accomplish that, but I would figure it out. My burning, wroth gaze met The Raven’s and held it. Letting him see and feel every ember that scorched through me. For his part, there was no apology in his eyes, just a strange sadness that almost bordered on regret.