I wrinkle my nose. On the plus side, I’d at least be dead during her rant.
On the downside, I’d most likely have died with my fingers inside me, her book open on the chapter of a slug dick gangbang.
I cock my head to the side, debating.
Very slowly, I shake a corner of the blanket on my lap. Daisy opens her mouth in protest, but eventually, she climbs down and walks over to her heat lamp in the corner of the sitting room. Sighing in relief, I peel off my gloves and quickly duck one hand beneath the blanket. Doing my best to ignore Daisy’s large slitted eyes staring right at me, I focus back on Fabia’s book. I shift in my chair. Spreading my thighs, I continue to read.
Grunting, Gage is the first to start up again, but the others are not far behind…
Three
A good brownie never lies.
But I’m getting so good at it!
- Arienna
Present day, Raza’s Throne Room
Staring at my king, I recall Fabia’s book in immaculate detail. The blood. The cum. The intense claiming. The even more intense orgasm Queen Persephone –and I– had at the end when Khodan outlasted them all.
“Okay, yes,” I admit as he walks towards me. “I’ve rubbed one or two out after reading about a slug dicks gangbang tournament, but it wasfiction. I’m sure if I saw it happen in real life, I’d be chanting, ‘Peace treaty.’” That’s our safe word. Well, Richard’s safe word, technically, but I’m using it until I can come up with my own. “So you see…” I back up as he steps towards me, my hands twisting in front of my belly. “I don’t really care for all the stabbing stuff. I like the piercing on your dick. That’s nice. Not sharp at all. And I know I was into all the cutting stuff lastnight, but –” I suck in a ragged breath. Hiccup. Start to laugh. “I’m not judging you, of course. A good brownie never –”
Pulling me into his arms, Richard holds me to his chest. “Breathe with me.” His words are soft and tender as his calloused hands massage my back. “Feel my chest moving against yours.”
He breathes out. Then in, his chest moving away from my cheek. And it’s only as I’m being held tightly to his solid body that I realise how much I’m shaking. Swallowing, I try to breathe, matching the rhythm of his lungs.
“That’s it. Good girl. And again.”
His fingers dig into my bare skin –my jumpsuit doesn’t have a back– and kneads the knots out of me. Whenever his chest moves, I follow it, breathing in and out. In and out.
Slowly starting to still.
“Good girl.”
Shuddering, I tilt my head back and peer up at him. He looks down at me, his violet eyes soft yet guarded. And that hurts more than the idea of being fucked by a slug dick.
“I’m sorry I made you feel bad about your kink,” I say softly.
His lips twitch before they still. “Is that all you’re having a panic attack over?”
I nod.
“Well, fret not, my queen, because I do not have a slug dick fetish.”
My eyes flicker across his face, trying to make sure he isn’t lying to me. “Really?”
“Really.” His lips touch my ear. “The only dick I want in you is mine.”
“Ah.” I clear my throat as a blush slams into my cheeks. “And not in my stomach?” I ask, just to be sure.
He chuckles. “No.”
I breathe out in relief. “Oh, thank gods.”
His lips capture mine, and I open to him. A smile curls his mouth, but then it fades as I pull back.
“Wait, then why did you stab Lief if it wasn’t because you were wishing your knife was a dick?”
