Chapter 21
Rixon
Rixon hated the expressions Mina had worn all throughout dinner. He’d heard the whispers. He’d seen each little flinch, the flexing of her jaw as she tried to ignore everyone’s words. Their suspicious, even accusing gazes. All he wanted was to distract her from what she was feeling.
He took hold of her hips, pressing her against his erection, grinding her against him. “I’ve been imagining your skirts all evening, hiked up around your waist, your pretty pink cunt on display just for me.”
“Don’t you mean your pretty pink cunt?” she taunted, her eyes darkening.
A low laugh rumbled his chest. “That’s right. It is mine, isn’t it?”
“All yours,” she breathed.
That thought had his balls tightening. While he’d struggled with control issues, having Mina’s submission, knowing she was willing to give herself completely, had made a difference. He felt safer, more assured.
He should have been stressing over today’s failure, over the fact that there was still someone out there who wanted him dead. Instead, all he could do was revel in the feel of his lady witch beneath his palms. The feel of her soft flesh beneath silken fabric as he squeezed.
He walked her towards the nearby dining table, stopping when her ass met the edge. “Here is what’s going to happen, little witch. I’m going to bend you over this table and hike your skirts up around your waist, just like I promised. Then I’m going to spank you—”
“But I’ve been a good girl!”
He slid his fingers into her hair and gave a painful tug, silencing her.
“—until you are dripping down your thighs. Then I’ll lick you clean.
After that, I’m going to feed your cunt my cock, let it swallow me whole.
I want you screaming my name by the end, loud enough that the entire palace hears.
Loud enough that there is no question—you will be my queen. ”
Her breaths came faster, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.
He glanced down, salivating at the sight of her breasts pressed firm against the fabric of her bodice.
Like they were pressing for his attention.
But of course they were. His little temptress was put into this world to drive him mad.
Growling, he spun her around, pressing her chest flush to the tabletop, and did exactly as he promised. When her bare sex was exposed, he couldn’t help but take a step back to admire the sight, her pink lips and swollen bud desperate for his attention. “Fuck. The sight of you makes me undone.”
His cock gave a painful throb. He wanted to free it, but not yet. Instead, he stroked himself over the fabric of his pants and groaned.
Her bare ass was a beautiful shade of red as he spanked her, counting each strike of his palm. Twenty, for protesting his decision to announce their betrothal tonight. These days, he looked for every little reason to punish her like this—but only because he loved it, and she loved it more.
Her cunt was gushing by the time he finished, arousal trailing rivulets down her thighs. He ran his fingers through it, smearing it around, getting her bud nice and slick. She groaned, hips bucking.
With shaking fingers, he shed his tunic and pants, then fell to his knees behind her. “Now it’s time to worship this cunt,” he breathed, burying his nose in the scent of her. “My future queen.”
She whimpered at the feel of his tongue as he began lapping at her. When he’d licked her thighs clean, he devoured her cunt, eating her like the depraved male that he was.
She came twice before he finally stood.
Then he fed her his cock, as promised. Watching her cunt swallow him up nearly had him exploding on contact. He groaned, trying to force himself under control. He wasn’t going to last long, and he needed her to follow him just as quickly. Needed to feel her milking every drop of his seed.
Slipping out to the head, and plunging back in, he growled with pleasure.
This—this was what he lived for. The feel of his lady witch wrapped around him.
He arched his back, grabbing hold of her red ass cheeks and pressing them apart, devouring the sight of her puckered hole.
His hips continued to slam in and out of her, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
Her cries were near constant now, morphed from the darkness in her. “Rixon,” she pleaded. “I…I need to come again.”
He loved having such a powerful being under his control. It fed him exactly what he needed.
“I know, little demon.” He swirled his thumb around the mess of wetness, relishing in the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, then pressed the tip of it into her tight hole. She jerked and moaned against the intrusion, the sound pleasure-drenched.
Pressing his thumb all the way in, fingers spanning her back, he used the position of his hand as leverage to fuck her harder. Her garbled screams were certainly loud enough for the entire place as she cried his name and spasmed around him.
“Fuck,” he cried, feeling everything tighten. The tight channel gripping his thumb, the walls of her cunt as they fluttered. She was completely full of him.
The thought had his seed sizzling up the length of his cock before spilling free of him. He pressed into her, grinding his hips to ensure she took all of him.
Rixon pounded his fist against Herrin’s door. “Herrin,” he called. “I know you’re in there.”
There came a shuffling sound and then the door opened. Herrin glared at him, blinking. “What?”
“You’re late for our sparring session.”
Herrin frowned, then glanced at the clock and grunted. “Lost track of time. Might’a had one drink too many. No sparring today.”
Rixon sighed. He’d been looking forward to getting his ass kicked. Having Herrin beat some of the tension out of him. Perhaps he’d try Julian later.
They’d received more reports today from their scouts. Carth’s armies were still camping on their doorstep. It felt like the calm before a storm. It left him on edge.
He eyed the depths of Herrin’s room beyond the open door. “Got any left to share?”
Herrin huffed and stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Still got half the bottle left.”
He collapsed on the couch beside the old wielder who offered him a glass and said, “Need me to try that first?”
He grunted. “You’ve already drained half the bottle, no?”
“Indeed. Hasn’t killed me yet.”
They clinked their glasses together and he downed his, holding it out for a refill. “So, how are you holding up, old man?”
“How do you expect?”
“Like shit?”
“Like shit.”
His chest tightened at the thought. He couldn’t imagine the kind of grief Herrin felt, if he was anywhere as close with Fiona as he’d been with Mina.
The idea of losing Mina—he couldn’t even consider it, though he’d come close when his father had taken her.
When he’d been forced to bargain for her whereabouts, fearing the worst.
If he lost her now? How could he possibly carry on? Except, he would have to. There was an entire kingdom counting on him. Is that how Herrin felt, having promised Fiona he’d look after Mina for her.
“I used to fear the thing living in Mina—I still do. But fuck, I’m glad of her extra power. Glad that she has a way to protect herself. Glad, even, that she can control demons. It means that she’ll have an extra advantage.”
Herrin grunted. “I’m sure that helps with your control issues.”
“You have no idea.” They’d talked more about his…
issues during their daily sparring sessions.
He’d come to rely on those bits of time carved out.
Sometimes the other wielders joined him, Julian, or whoever else was on babysitting duty.
He tried not to resent the fact that Mya insisted on two pairs tailing him. She was more paranoid than ever.
Mina supported the idea—anything to keep him safe.
“And how’s that going for you?”
He tossed back his drink, offering it to Herrin for a third time. “Better, somewhat.”
He wasn’t going to tell him that Mina was partly to blame for the improvement.
Using her as a way to exercise his need for control had gone a long way in easing some of his tension.
The rest of it…well, Herrin had been right.
There was too much in his life that he couldn’t control.
Much of his fears had arisen when Mina had fled, triggering the need for better stability.
“I must deal with things as they come, just like with fighting. I must trust that those around me are here to help, and that I can rely on them. It isn’t a concept I do well with.”
“I should think not. You’ve had no one but yourself to rely on for years, ever since you ran away to the Citadel. Mina makes you feel safe though, yes?”
“She does.” He trusted her. She’d held his life in her hands, literally, and found a way to save him. Though, it wasn’t exactly his life he feared for.
He glanced at Herrin. The ex-head wielder was a physical reminder of what could be lost. An ache built in his chest, a sudden need to see his witch.
They’d been busier than ever. Three days had passed since he’d announced their betrothal. The wedding preparations had already begun. Which reminded him—
“I’d like you to stand beside me when I take my vows,” he said, voice roughening. “You and Jessin. Mina is going to have Anne and Elianna, so I wanted the numbers even.”
“Oh,” Herrin grunted. “You mean, you don’t want me there simply because you care for me.”
He snorted. “I—”
“Relax, just giving you a hard time. Yes, it would be my honor.”
They lapsed into silence. He cut himself off after a fourth drink, knowing that if he continued, he’d be a sloppy mess when the evening meal rolled around.
While he could simply take his food in his apartment, he tried to follow in his father’s footsteps, even though he’d hated the male.
Admittedly, his father really had done well running Raeria.
There were times he thought back to his father’s words, back before he truly knew what his father was doing for their kingdom.
The male was a selfish prick, and he’d never forgive him for the way he treated him growing up, for taking out his anger on him over the loss of his mother.
But, damn, he’d kept the country running smoothly.
Except for the mess with Carth.
“I should get going,” he said, when the evening meal was drawing close. “I probably missed like five meetings already, but fuck it.”
“Sometimes you have to step back and take time for yourself. No need to apologize to the world for it.” Herrin stood with him, swaying a little before clapping him on the back.
“Make sure you call up some food. And don’t forget our sparring lesson tomorrow. I need to pommel someone with my fists.”
Herrin barked a laugh. “That’s if you get through my defenses.”
“We’ll see.”
He left the male’s quarters, stopping by his own to freshen up.
Mina was absent, so he went down to dinner.
When she appeared, his chest expanded at the sight of her.
Gods, he loved her so fucking much. There was no world in which he could live without her.
That just meant that she needed to stay alive, no matter how, so that she’d never leave him.
“What’s got you looking all sappy,” she whispered, taking his arm as he led her over to her seat beside him.
The chair opposite the head of the table was still kept empty, a place card for his mother resting atop the empty plate.
He wasn’t sure if he’d continue his father’s tradition indefinitely or not.
On that note, he supposed that eventually he ought to move into his father’s quarters and give Mina his mother’s. The king and queen’s suites would be far better suited for them long term. Yet, he was hesitant to change how things had been done here.
“I went to see Herrin,” he explained, scooting in her chair before taking his own.
“Oh! How’s he doing?”
“As expected. But the sight of him was a reminder of what he’s lost.”
Mina’s face fell. “I need to make some time to spar with him. I’ve been…preoccupied.”
“I think he’d like that.”
Around them, other guests were taking their seats. He ignored them, reaching for her hand and pulling it to his lips, leaving a kiss on her palm. “Don’t ever leave me,” he said, his voice low and clogged with emotion. “Not ever, all right?”
Her gaze softened. “I won’t,” she promised. He couldn’t help but believe her.