"Your body recognizes its mate." Rook wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked slowly, spreading the pre-cum down his length. "It knows what it needs, Beloved. It's been waiting for this since before you were born."
Behind the glass, the chanting had shifted. The Broken Court was no longer shouting words—they were howling, screaming, a cacophony of feral anticipation. And as I watched through my haze of heat and need, I saw movement among them.
They began touching each other.
Hands roaming over bodies. Mouths seeking mouths. Clothes being torn away. The observation theater was becoming an orgy, dozens of bodies pressing together in a frenzy of vicarious arousal.
“They're fucking because of us.” Rook gestured to them. “They're fucking because they're about to watch their King claim his Queen, and it makes them insanely horny.”
The voyeuristic display should have disturbed me. Instead, it amplified my need, made me feel like the center of a ritual, a sacred act witnessed by the faithful.
Rook climbed onto the operating table, his knees settling between my spread thighs, and the heat of his body against mine made me cry out.
"Please." The word tore from my throat without permission. "Rook, please—I need—I need you inside me—"
"I know, Beloved." He positioned himself at my pussy’s entrance, the swollen head of his cock pressing against my soaked opening. "I know what you need. I've always known."
Then, he pushed forward.
Just the tip of his huge cock.
Just enough to breach me.
To stretch my entrance around the thick crown.
I wailed. “Oh my God!!”
The sensation was exquisite—the initial stretch, the pressure, the slight burn of accommodating his size.
Then, he pushed further.
“Oh. Oh.”
The frenulum piercing dragged against my inner walls, a hard ridge of sensation that made sparks explode behind my eyes.
"More." I was begging now, past all pride, past all resistance. "Please, more, I need more—"
"Patience, Beloved." He pulled his cock back slightly, then pressed forward again, sinking another inch inside me. "I want your pussy to feel all of this. I want you to remember the moment you became mine."
Behind the glass, the orgy intensified. I caught glimpses through my pleasure-hazed vision—bodies tangling, mouths opening in screams I couldn't hear, hands gripping flesh hard enough to bruise. The Broken Court was lost in collective madness, fucking in tribute to their King and Queen.
Rook thrust deeper.
I screamed.
Six inches now.
Seven.
Each inch more overwhelming than the last, stretching me, filling me, reshaping my body to fit his. The piercing dragged against my G-spot with each movement, and the pleasure was so intense it felt like my nervous system was short-circuiting.
"That's it." Rook’s voice was now strained, his control clearly fracturing. "Take it all, Beloved. Take all of me."
And then. . .he bottomed out.
The full length of him buried inside my pussy, the partially swollen knot pressing against my entrance, his pelvis flush against mine.
I felt impossibly full.
