No one else says anything.
He clears his throat. “Yeah… yeah… you’re going to have to explain that a bit more...”
I hiccup, my heart beating rapidly as I look him in the eye. “I don’t know what part is confusing you? I think I explained that very clearly.”
Jace stares at me for a long moment. “What makes you think Richard has a slug dick fetish?”
I gesture at the floor behind him, where my king stabbed Lief. The pool of blood was cleaned up with the swoosh of a wand, so I hope I’m pointing at the right place. “He stabbed him. In the stomach. Fabia says that’s the biggest sign of someone who likes to pretend they’re slugs in the bedroom.”
“Pretend they’re – That isnota real thing.”
“Yes, it is.” I nod feverishly. “Fabia researched all about it. She says about fifteen percent of Razians are into slug dick sex, and Richard…” I swallow, the love marks on my skin burning. “He cut me a lot last night. And yes, I was into it, but that pain was nice. It gave me a sort of feverish high that, most importantly, left all of my intestines inside me. I don’t want them outside of me, Jace. I want them in. They are mine, and I am very attached to them. Or at least, I’m trying to stay attached to them.”
When Jace says nothing, I reach up to pull the top of my jumpsuit aside. I want to show him the RM my king carved into my breast, as well as all the red and purple welts that were left by his belt as he whipped me. “Look!”
Lunging forwards, he grabs my hands. “Stop. Fucking hel, do not show me your tits without his permission.”
As a door beside the throne dais opens, Jace immediately steps away from me. Footsteps echo behind me, and I turn to face my king. I look at his wary eyes, and I know he knows I know. I gulp.
A good brownie never makes someone feel embarrassed about their kinks.
But…
But…
Gods, the things I do for love.
“So…” I croak, hugging my waist as I stare into his violet eyes. “You’re into slug dicks, huh?”
“I’m... into... slug dicks,” he says slowly.
Oh gods. I knew it!
Two
Thekluritarus cliteratistabs the female in the stomach with its needle-like penis and ejaculates directly into her ovaries.
Why am I turned on by this?
- Arienna
Six years ago, in Brownston...
As I sit in the comfort of my chair, reading Fabia’s latest book, I press my thighs together and try not to squirm. Although I often read one handed, with a toy in the other, at the moment, there is an ifiko lizard stretched out on my lap, and her skin is poisonous. A single brush of her scales will kill me.
She flicks her rounded, pale-blue tongue out as she shifts on the blanket I have draped over myself. With my gloved hand, I scratch the black and pink scales on her head, but most of my attention is firmly on my book.
There are multiple men on the pages, fighting to the death in one of Raza’s infamous arenas. But instead of trying to buy theirfreedom with their victory, they’re fighting for the right to marry the Razian queen.
Khodan, a Vylian prisoner of war, is slaughtering his way through his competition. With each bunching of his muscles, my mouth waters as I visualise his naked sculpted form dancing around the arena. No one is very toned in Brownston; we all live a life of luxury and peace rather than one of constant war, but we have statues. Oh, do we have statues, and the idea of seeing one of them in real flesh and bone, rippling and moving andthrusting–
I clear my throat as I flip the page.
Khodan’s back flexes as he darts to the side, barely being missed by the blade of his opponent. His thighs tense, launching him into the air. His sword rises high above him, his translucent fairy wings flapping hard to give him even more height. Dropping onto the back of his opponent, a Razian male with khaki hair and colourful tattoos all down his neck, he slams his blade straight through his skull.
As the man drops to his knees, Khodan rolls off him and onto his feet. Rising, he faces the queen. She sits regally in her chair, high in the stands, overlooking the violent rounds of the tournament. Holding her cold violet gaze, he lifts two of his sweaty, bloody fingers and sucks them deep into his mouth.
I bite back a groan as I squeeze my thighs together.
