Chapter 49 | Palacia
Palacia
Liolen Sesk bounces hard on my narrow thighs, grunting, drooling, moaning. Their clammy hands rest on my chest, where my bones protrude, straining against my pale skin. Light feather-fingers tease my nipples, making me harder inside the overliege.
Sometimes I wish Sephania’s Silverblood concoction didn’t have such a dizzying effect on me. It makes me feel too human at times.
I’m on the giant bed in Liolen’s chamber, covered with a silk net around us. On my back where I belong, with the Gilded Liege straddling me, riding me feverishly. Their knees are bent near my arms and their ethereal face is contorted in wild pleasure.
My eyes glaze over to the protrusion bulging Liolen’s belly with every rise and fall of their hips on top of me.
Every time my cock thrusts deep inside their ass, I’m rewarded with that bulge of flesh at their lower stomach.
Then it disappears as they rise. Then it reappears like a fist as they fall.
My eyes drop lower. Their tiny cock flops and bounces on my belly, impossibly erect like an angry pinkie finger.
It throbs and spits cum onto my stomach, not for the first time, with the watery-white fluid now pooling and lathering my skin after their sixth orgasm, dripping off either side of my slender middle.
“Spirits and fucking martyrs, my little fae queen!” Liolen wails as they continue to slam their ass against my thighs with loud claps ringing out through the massive chamber. “I’m going to make you pump a whelp into me, you incorrigible little slut!”
I frown, staring up at them. “I’ll have to use the other hole for that, Overliege,” I point out.
I was surprised to learn the interfolk bloodsucker even had another hole. Imagine my shock when I discovered that pink slit, tucked behind their little balls, all juicy and wanting. I was utterly amazed to learn people existed who have all the genitalia at their disposal.
I was a bit jealous at first. Now I’m even more jealous when Liolen screeches about forcing me to impregnate them.
I’ve always wanted that, too. I’ve been a lass for as long as I can remember, yet there are some parts of me—some very important parts—that will never fit the bill when it comes to womanhood.
I wasn’t born with that setting.
Liolen, the bastard, was.
They cackle in a high, lost tone, like a fairy whose had too much to drink and can’t control themselves. That’s certainly one way to think about the Gilded Liege: an uncontrollably drunk fairy.
I feel like my hands and skinny arms at my sides need to do something other than being embedded into the bed with every bounce of Liolen’s fleshy ass on top of me. So I reach for their smooth pale thighs, slide them down to their statuesque calves, and squeeze. “Are you ready, my liege?”
“R-Ready for what, dear girl?”
I thrust up, just once, lifting my taut ass off the mattress. Trying to wedge as much of my cock inside their tight little asshole as possible.
That’s all it takes for Liolen to howl and squirt more cum onto me. They shudder, shaking from the intensity of their climax.
Then they laugh and drool some more, slobber mixing with their fluids on my body, and their hand lashes out—
Thwack!
My face twists to the side. A pink handprint joins the rouge Liolen has painted me with.
They slap my cheek again, the other way, cackling.
So I thrust again, grunting, and bottom out inside them, meeting resistance somewhere deep in their guts.
Liolen’s eyes roll. “Fuck,” they whimper. “I’m sorry, my dear.” They run a gentle hand along my red cheeks.
“Don’t be. I like it when you slap me,” I murmur, and beam at the Gilded Liege in all their naked splendor.
They are like a vision on top of me, pert tits jiggling and bouncing, stomach distending from my size, elegantly wide hips heavy on top of me, crushing and suffocating me in an amazing way. Their long blond hair runs to their ass and swings all over, framing us both.
Liolen grins deviously as I tell them how much I like their violence. They wrap both hands around the slender pillar of my neck, and squeeze.
My eyes roll. I choke, groaning. I reach behind them, grab the ends of their hair, and yank as hard as I can.
Liolen’s head snaps back. They let out a choked wail, the high octave of their voice pitching down a step.
With some hair-pulling leverage, my hips move faster now, bouncing on the bed, slamming my cock into Liolen’s ass so deep and hard and violently that I can feel my weighty balls clapping against their round cheeks.
Cum sprays from Liolen’s hard little dick in sprinkles, showering my red face as they squeeze my neck, messing the bed in oozing snowfall.
They scream in ecstasy, not caring if the guards outside hear us, or if they wake up the unconscious mistresses and misters they hauled into this room earlier tonight.
Liolen brought three other concubines. Two women and a man. They had me fuck all three of them until they couldn’t walk, and now they’re sleeping, pouring my seed out of their gaping holes, haphazardly strewn about the chamber in various states of undress.
I liked the redheaded woman most. She took me well, even when she was screaming her blissfulness for all the heavens to hear. I hadn’t expected her to eject a waterfall of juices over me as she twitched and trembled from my ministrations. That was fun.
Now I can’t breathe. It’s not very fun. But since I can’t die from the asphyxiation, I suppose it’s not that bad. My vision starts to swim as Liolen comes uncontrollably and then my balls tighten.
I grit my teeth, whimpering out a grunt, and my entire body goes taut. I lift my ass one last time, my rear going concave, bucking my hips into the air—
And Liolen’s stomach distends more than ever before. Their screeching turns into a groaning, and they finally stop choking me so they can rest their hands on their belly.
Slowly, as I pump more and more of my essence inside them, I watch as their belly expands, until they look certifiably pregnant. It shouldn’t be possible, and I know I haven’t filled Liolen’s womb, yet the sheer volume of my orgasms is enough to create the illusion of a belly swollen with child.
They flop off me, plummeting onto the bed with a great heave of air, and still my cock throbs, erect like a spear as it wags in the air between my narrow thighs. I watch as the overliege’s asshole breathes and empties itself with a river of my thick cum.
Ten minutes later, Liolen is on their hands and knees at the foot of the bed. They drag me off and I yelp as I plop down onto the carpeted floor. They told me these fluffy rugs cost them an entire galley—a ship, I believe—and that we’d better use them to make it worth it.
They wrap a chain around my neck. Tighten it, holding the other end of it like a leash. They laugh as they drag me around the room like their pet, and I even bark when they ask.
Eventually, Liolen lifts me from my knees—I don’t weigh much, after all—and planks me over the edge of the bed. My knees stay on the rug but my chest and head stretch over the incredibly soft mattress.
They go to their knees and start fucking my ass, their cock moving in a hyper-fast rhythm I can hardly feel from their small size. At least it sounds pleasurable for the overliege, however, and before long my body starts to betray me.
It happens when Liolen tugs on my heavy balls. Their body smacks into them from behind, and I groan and grunt, cock stiffening and slapping against the side of the bed with loud thuds.
Before I can stop, cum shoots out of me, painting the side of the bed white in a great splash, and my eyes go half-lidded.
I believe it’s my tenth orgasm of the evening, or maybe my ninth, in just a few hours.
The Gilded Liege has learned there is no stopping my libido, however, and they can keep using me over and over again until they’ve gotten their fill.
“Shame you didn’t plant that load into my womb, my dear,” they tell me in a whisper.
“Next one, perhaps?”
“Certainly.” They smile angelically and lift me off my feet. I kick, to be a brat, as they throw me onto the bed.
Liolen joins me, goes onto their back, and spreads their legs.
They smile, reach under the nearest pillow, and come out holding a small dagger.
Its blade is ornamental, mostly, crafted in a wavy fashion that somehow makes the blade the most girlish looking weapon of death I’ve ever seen. “If you please, my little fae queen.”
I smile at them. Take the dagger with one hand, while lifting their balls with the other. Their legs spread and I plunge inside their tightest hole, watching as their pretty face contorts and their eyes roll.
I’m on my knees, fucking one of the most powerful vampires for the umpteenth time tonight, in a chest-to-chest, face-to-face intimate position.
Their long, elegant legs lift and fall onto my bony shoulders.
Our height difference is so extreme it looks odd with me pummeling away inside them and having their legs swing and toes curl up toward the ceiling.
Most people in either city would die for this honor.
Maybe I will.
As I fuck the overliege into a near-coma, I draw little slits across their pristine skin with the dagger. They hiss, slap me, and then smile as their blood beads and trickles down their sides, slowing along every groove of their ribs.
I lean in, running my tongue over their porcelain flesh.
Lapping up the warm blood with my darting tongue.
Humming at the beautiful coppery taste in my mouth.
Smiling my bloody lips at the vampirex. All the while, my hips are grinding, pumping, thrusting.
Liolen is at that point they reach every night where they can’t stop coming.
It’s like turning on a faucet, and it’s rather impressive.
I’m about ready to do the same, and this time I will fill Liolen Sesk’s womb. They’ve been begging me to for days.
I slice them again, a bit deeper this time, up toward their chest. The blood is darker here, tastier, and I can’t stop myself from licking them up all along their smooth, pale, sweaty skin.
“Oof,” Liolen cringes, “careful there, my dear. A bit close.” They laugh high and tight, petting my lank yellow hair across my scalp, hugging me against them as I rut mindlessly.
I can’t be careful, not now. Not when my lust has exploded and demanded my every move.
So I stab them again, and the blood spurts this time.
Liolen’s eyes roll. Their hand lashes out like a viper, smacking hard across my face. I yelp, whimper, and drink their delicious blood, growing drunk on it.
What do they care? Their skin will heal these shallow wounds by tomorrow evening. Liolen always stays pristine. It’s nice to mar that even flesh every once in a while, and I know how it arouses the vampirex.
My cock throbs inside them. I try to hilt myself to the balls but I don’t fit all the way. So I’m left stroking myself at the base, my knuckles slapping against their bouncing balls, while the top half of my length spills cum inside them.
Their body seizes, tightens, making my orgasm even harder, and they lose themselves to an unraveling climax. It’s an entire body-shaking experience, voice coming out in undulating waves as they rock up and down on the bed.
And at the height of their experience, I summon the ability I’ve noticed creeping around my head more and more lately.
Ever since drinking Seph’s Loreblood the first time, all the way to quaffing the Silverblood last week.
It enables me to tickle Liolen’s mind, relaxing them, easing them, making their experience even more ecstatic.
While they lose their mind to the blissfulness, I plunge the dagger one more time into their body. The wavy blade separates flesh like a hot knife through bread.
And this time, I’ve aimed for the center of their chest.
Liolen’s rolling eyes center and widen. Their perfect lips part on a gasp—
Crunch.
The dagger breaks through their breastbone as I apply a bit more pressure, smiling down at them.
They reach out for me, that quick hand moving so fast it’s almost a blur. Fear seizes Liolen’s elegant cheekbones for the first time I’ve seen. It’s beautiful. “What—”
I dip my head back as they grasp at me, not giving them purchase this time.
And the dagger slips into their heart.
Liolen Sesk lets out a croaking sound like a frog. Their trembling body ceases trembling, then it flattens, then it stops moving completely. A great breath of air pushes past their lips—a final wheeze. Their lips remain parted.
I pull out of their tight hole, having no desire to fuck a dead thing. Just as I slide out with a wet squelch, the light goes out of their glittering eyes, and that perfect flesh begins to slide away on bones that will no longer hold it.
I pat Liolen’s head, running my hands through their hair, gently humming to them like they’re my pet making their way to the afterworld where all the other pets sing and bark and be happy.
“Apologies, my liege,” I murmur to their corpse, sighing deeply. “Mistress Sephania said all the Ministers have to die for there to be a new dawn in the sister cities. You’ve been enjoyable.”
I push myself off the bed. Wrap a golden robe around my naked, sweaty body. One of the concubines groans and rolls from one side to the other on a nearby sofa, lazily showing me their ass.
It’s tempting, but I cinch the robe closed instead and make my way for the door. I toss the wavy dagger into a potted plant on the way by.
At the door, the scent of unmitigated sex mingles with the clean air outside. The two guards standing watch backpedal from what must be an absolutely intrusive stench.
I poke my head out with a small smile, keeping my eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Konim, Seralth, the Gilded Liege is resting. They have asked not to be disturbed for an hour.”
The tall men can only gawk at me, nodding profusely. It’s rare either of us come out all night once we begin, and they’ve just heard the unhinged, animalistic sounds coming from this room. They know what I’m capable of.
Really, they have no idea what I’m capable of.
I feel their eyes on me as I glide past them into the hall, feeling like a queen.
Ready to find my king. Ready to find the man who makes my heart actually swell, my cock actually swell, my soul actually swell, all of it with a mingling of giddiness, happiness, and warmth.
Ready to find Rirth.