“Do you have a preference on what hole?” He asks, rubbing his hands over her thighs and rear, pulling her cheeks apart, clenching his jaw as he looks down at her. She must look glorious spread open for him from above, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her rear, all leading to a tight knot of deliverance. Shaking her head at him, Steve and I look at each other. We’ve both been assigned ourroles and intend to carry them out to the best of our abilities.
Rosie gasps as Steve pushes into her. I'm not sure where he has chosen to mate, but I will ensure the other hole is satisfied once he is finished. With her mouth dropped open, I thrust forward so her lips touch my cock. She adjusts her position so she rests on her knees and one arm, the other now free to stroke my length as she licks and sucks my tip. I've not experienced mating like this before. At the front, it was always a rushed, unattached experience, with a soldier willing to help me ease some of my built-up tension. My skin did not come alive with each touch, my heart did not call for them.
Steve holds Rosie's hips in place as he thrusts, squelching each time his hips smack against hers. But despite the hold, her body moves forward as they come together. Her mouth stretches wider until part of my length nestles comfortably down her throat. The sounds of her gagging only making my cock harder.
“You look like the brightest sun on the battlefield, Soulbound. Your body was made for mine. Do you feel how stuffed full of cock you are? How close Steve and I are to consuming you completely.”
She inhales through her nose, and I push a little deeper into her throat. Drool seeps past her lips, her eyes leaking as they flicker shut, a content hum coming from the back of her throat as she chokes me down. The vibrations cause my balls to tighten. Herhand working the base of my length, and from the look on Steve's face, we are both not far from covering her in our seed. I expect to be summoned for the ceremony soon, so we should have sufficient time to rub it into her skin so there is no doubt who she belongs to.
“Brother,” I grunt, pulling his head to mine as we both lean over Rosie, pretty whimpers now coming from her with each movement. I press his forehead to mine, both looking down at where the only female who could ever hold our souls takes us both so beautifully. “Thank you for bringing me our bonded. I never thought I could feel such happiness.” He places a hand on the right side of my chest, and I return the gesture as we both silently acknowledge the enhanced bond we share. Steve’s thrusts become erratic, baring his teeth as he erupts inside her. Rosie convulses between us as she peaks as well. I buck my hips once, twice and begin to spill down her throat, pulling out after she has eaten her fill so I can paint the rest of her body in my seed.
As her moans ease, she falls to the side, smiling wide as she tries to catch her breath. The movement causes Steve to slip from inside her, a gush of cum leaving in its wake.
“That was perfect. Way, way,way, better than my dream,” she pants.
Leaning back on my haunches, I lift her arm, scooping some of my seed and begin massaging it into her skin. Steve joins me, starting with one of her legs.Her eyes flutter closed and her pants turn into a steady breath as she's pulled into sleep. Our lives are about to change forever and I want her to be receptive to it all. The full scope of what's about to happen sinking in as I ensure my bonded is sufficiently marked and ready to stand before all of Imperia as their new Queen.
Chapter 32
Rosalind
The roar is deafening. Hundreds and thousands of impish line the streets below us, screaming and crying for their new king, Bellator.
My Bellator.
My bonded.
When the knock at the door woke me after what felt like the millionth time my orcs had made me cum, I quietly snuck around the bathroom partition and busied myself. I didn't want to get in the way of the order of things, regardless of the inner spiral I was in. I'd had my orcs for as long as I was able, and I didn't want to make our separation any harder than it needed to be.
That was my plan at least.
Steve promptly found me, scooping me up in his muscular arms, laying me on the bed and made mecome on his finger while Bellator interrogated me on my shift in mood. Their teamwork was truly a marvel… one I may have to elicit again. When I finally confessed that I was upset about having to leave him to rule Imperia while Steve and I did God knows what, he roared so loud that the glass of water on the side table cracked. He then dropped to his knees, begging me for forgiveness. Apparently, they just assumed I'd know we would all be moving to the royal chambers and would be required to assist Bellator in the day-to-day running of Imperia.
One big cry and a sexy cuddle later, we all rushed to get ready for the ceremony. My hair was smoothed down with the sap of a trirange vine that was now sprouting all over the city.
The death of the Emperor was like a veil lifting. The water began to flow, and life took hold. During the two sleeps we were locked in, every fountain, tap and spout had begun to pour again. Vegetation sprang to life and with it, food. Long dry vegetable patches were reborn, and trees produced a bountiful harvest of fruit. The impish we saw as we were shepherded through several corridors looked happy. Their skin wasn't as grey and their cheeks not so hollow. The best part of all was the furtive smiles everyone kept giving us. It was going to be a joy to watch their trust for us grow.
The ceremony didn't take very long. We were ushered onto a balcony overlooking a large open area I wasn’t familiar with. It could be a park or a giantintersection of sorts, but regardless of what it was meant to be, it was currently full of screaming impish as far as the eye could see. Bellator was taken down to the impish where he knelt and took a fistful of dirt, rubbing it between his palms while he took his sacred oath. Upon his return to the balcony, a gold crown was placed upon my head, a similar style also placed upon Steve's, who stood not moving as he looked over the crowd.
Even in the short time I'd had with my orcs, their personalities were so vastly different it was easy to see he was as overwhelmed as I was. So we watched as Bellator addressed the crowd, and I held onto Steve's finger, reassuring myself that I wasn’t alone, and hoping Steve felt the same.
“I believe it is time for nourishment,” Bellator asks, checking with the many imps on hand.
“Yes, my King.” A young looking guard says, a large smile plastered on his face.
“Boy, is that you?”
“Tis my King,” the guard nods, bowing his head.
Not giving the guard time to escape, Bellator wraps his arms around him, pulling him up as he embraces him. Their laughter is infectious, and I smile up at Steve, chuckling at his goofy grin.
“The Devil has blessed us both, boy. It is a good day to see you again. Come, my royal guard must be hungry.” Bellator checks Steve and I are following ashe converses with the guard, asking of his mother and how he got transferred to this post.
We enter a grand ballroom, a buffet backed across the entire left side wall. The space is clean and opulent. The stone walls are polished to the point of sparkling, with gold accents scattered across the room… and not a hint of red in sight. That was the colour of the old reigning Emperor and part of preparing the royal chambers was to remove any trace of it. It is something I would have done anyway. There are too many memories attached to it.
“Come, Soulbound. I am told guests have arrived to pay their respects.” Bellator plucks me from Steve’s side and we head to the far end of the room where three beautifully carved chairs are placed on a stage. His face nuzzles into the crook of my neck when the wet slap of his tongue licks across my cheek. My squeal echoes around the large room and everyone comes to a stop, staring at their King.
“Was that better? Alluring even,” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
