19. Harven #2
“As am I. I just threatened to slaughter anyone who looks at you.”
“I feel the same about you, Harven.” She grips her spoon tightly. “I don’t want to share you in any capacity.”
Reaching for my plate, I’m not sure what to say.
Could I really break with tradition and disband my Pearls? Every king has kept them as an indication of his prowess and status.
Yes, they were for procreation, which is not something I can do except with Eve. I will never grow bored of sharing her bed, but she might. I’ve claimed her while she knows so little about the world. She could want to try someone new in twenty years—fifty.
The thought of another touching her is abhorrent. She is for me only, but I can’t be so selfish. If I keep my Pearls, then I must accept that one day she could want her own lovers.
I had made peace with that arrangement when I first discovered her, but the thought of her seeking pleasure with another makes me feel hollow.
Is this how she feels when she thinks of my Pearls? It’s not the same. I will never care about them like I do Eve.
What worries me about Eve turning to someone else is her human heart. No matter the transformation that will take place once she is pregnant, she’ll always have it. She seeks love—companionship. Pleasure is one thing. It’s fleeting.
If Eve ever came to love me, only to bestow that love on someone else—
She snuggles back into my chest and tucks into her bowl.
“We don’t have to talk about it tonight. But before long, it’s a conversation I want to have, Harven.”
I sag against my throne in relief.
“Later,” I agree.
The theater lights dim as applause rises. Eve’s eager eyes brighten as she devours her stew. The instruments pick up.
A beautiful melody fills the theater. It’s a ballad inspired by our god of war and his lost lover. The lilting harmony is sweet and heartbreaking. The royal choir soon joins the instruments.
We finish our meals quickly.
Servants remove the table as Eve curls further into me. My tentacles keep her close, bestowing suction kisses and gentle pets. My hands stray down her back to firmly cup her ass.
She gives me a mock-glare as I squeeze her sore cheeks.
Two glasses of sea-wine appear. The pale blue color sparkles through the crystal goblets. Eve only manages half her glass before handing it to me, explaining it’s far too potent for her.
The effects of the alcohol are immediately evident.
Her cheeks flush. Her movements become languid as she sprawls atop me. I chuckle softly at my little mate, never passing up the chance to touch and kiss her. She is greedy for everything I offer.
Keeping my promise from this morning, I slip my hand beneath her skirt.
She sighs into my neck as I find her wet and waiting. I spread her folds and tease her clit with my thumb. The sound of music drowns out. All I can focus on is Eve’s breathy moans and pleas for more.
Each time I feel her begin to tighten, I back off. After the third time, the festivities lull as the stage is set for another performance. Tucking my finger into her entrance, I swirl it once before retreating.
She nips at my neck.
“You’re a horrible tease, my king. Absolutely wretched.”
“I learned from the best.” I kiss her temple. “I’m merely ensuring you're nice and wet for later.”
“Later?” She flutters her lashes. “What’s happening later?”
My hand tightens over her sweet pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
She shivers, but that playful set to her mouth returns.
“Is that a fact?”
“Do you wish to deny me like yesterday? I have no problem disciplining you here in front of the court. They’d love to see their queen’s ass pink from my spanking.”
Her face swims with the same charming color her ass had the previous night. Ducking under my chin, she runs her nose along my throat.
“No need for that, my king. I will be good.”
“See that you are.”
I give her pussy one final squeeze before sliding my hand to her waist.
The music shifts and the stage illuminates with a single spotlight. I fight not to groan as I watch the figure saunter towards the stage.
It takes Eve a moment to recognize her. The moment she does, her whole body goes stiff.
Nixie slithers onto the stage with predatory grace. Her dress is a scrap of teal silk that she sheds with a knowing smirk.
Once fully nude, she casts me a longing smile. Her scales sparkle, and her navy hair gleams like the water under a full moon.
Her beauty is nothing compared to Eve’s.
Despite having been my favored Pearl, she is nothing compared to my mate. I don’t hold contempt for her. I hate how she behaves toward Eve, but Nixie has always been jealous.
It isn’t me she wants. It’s power. I think she thought the longer I sought her bed, the greater the chances of her getting pregnant would be.
There's darkness in Nixie.
Her smile is a mask meant to convey happiness as she twirls around the stage to the melodic beat. I can see how brittle it is. It lacks all true warmth, unlike Eve’s grin.
Every one of Nixie’s moves is calculated.
The siren’s eyes stray to Eve and harden. My mate merely scoffs as Nixie continues her sensual dance. I’d laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation if I wasn’t caught squarely in the middle of it.
All thoughts of Nixie’s dance ebb away as my mate’s hand falls to my lap. I turn my attention to her as she teases my belt with a finger.
“Will you indulge me, my king?” she murmurs.
I nod as she buries her face into my neck. My tentacles coil in anticipation as she reaches beneath my skirt. Her small fist finds my hard cock and wraps around it. Eve trails kisses along my throat.
She licks my jaw as she gently strokes me.
With precision, she pushes away my silk covering and bares my leaking cock. All thoughts of the performance disappear. There is only my mate and her delicate hand straining to wrap around my proud length.
Using my seed to aid her, she jerks me roughly.
“Who’s the tease now?” I ask through clenched teeth.
Eve giggles against my throat, working me harder. My abs bunch as I withstand her beautiful torture.
Her sunshine scent overwhelms me. My tentacles skim along her legs and under her skirt. I’m desperate to enter her, but I hold back. I don't want to disrupt whatever she’s playing at.
“Eve,” I warn, seed already threatening to spill.
“I just want to get more acquainted with your cock,” she replies primly. “It was only my mouth that had the pleasure of experiencing such magnificence yesterday.”
My knuckles turn white as they curl atop the arms of my throne. Eve sucks on my pulse before biting me again.
She’s intent on marking me just as I had her. I’ll wear them with the same pride she wears mine.
“You’re so big, my king. The biggest I’ve ever seen.” Pride spreads through my chest. “I’ll need to be dripping in order to take you.”
“You will be,” I snarl. “Nothing will stop me from having you, Eve. My cock’s place is deep in your tight cunt.”
Eve moans into the crook of my neck. Her rough pumps turn choppy. Arousal slides down her thighs and soaks my lingering tentacles.
Lust burns hotly in her gaze. Her full lips slide against mine. Warm breath bathes my mouth.
“Have you thought about how you’ll take me the first time, my king?”
Seed rolls up from balls and seeps from the tip.
My mate works me faster with her tight fist. Her wanton whisper turns my blood to fire. The bond between us pulls tight. If she keeps this up, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her in front of my whole court.
“Eve—”
“Do you want me on my back?” Her lips graze mine again. “Or on my front, where you can take me the hardest—the deepest?”
“Eve.”
It’s the only word I know. I’m a servant to her touch. My climax looms close. A tingle runs down my spine, making me pant.
“Or do you want me to ride you, my king? I should work for your come.” Her pink tongue licks along my cheek. “I want to earn it while you fuck your heir into me.”
I erupt. My snarl tears through the hall.
It disrupts the musicians, causing them to miss their notes. Nixie missteps and falls to the stage. I don’t care as the heads of every member of the court whip towards us.
My seed covers her hand. Eve jerks me through each wave of pleasure as I coat her in my come. Once I’m milked dry, Eve smiles wickedly.
She lifts her covered hand and licks my seed from her skin. She moans, remnants of the pale substance cling to her lips.
Her grin turns feral. Never breaking eye contact, she lifts her skirt. I groan at the sight of her beautiful pussy.
Sliding her legs apart, my tentacles support her as her back turns towards the crowd. This display is only for me. The music picks up again, but I can barely hear it over my ragged breaths.
Eve rubs my seed all over her bare cunt. Sliding two delicate fingers into herself, my come pools at her entrance. She works herself slowly as she spreads my essence all over her skin.
“This is what it’ll look like, my king.” Eve slowly pulls her fingers from her opening. “When you fill me with your seed, it’ll look just like this.”
My sticky come mixes with her arousal and trails towards her tight asshole. I capture her hand and suck our mingling releases from her fingers. Eve moans, tossing her head back.
“You’ve made a mess of yourself.”
Another challenge sparks in her eyes.
“Make me messier, my king.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I fix her skirt, wrap her in my arms, and carry her from the theater. I don’t care what my council will think about leaving a royal performance early. They’ll question my restraint. I have none when it comes to Eve.
Let the rumors spread. I’m needed elsewhere. My mate's needs will always come first.
No matter what.