Gilded Cage (Legends and Lovers)

I slide one hand between our bodies, finding that special hard spot and start to tease it with my middle finger, and her legs fly up and lock around my ass, pulling me deeper.

“You like my orc fuck. My orc cock. You want it harder.” It’s not a question and grit my teeth, pull back and slam forward once more. Twice. Three times.

I’m feral, ravaging her as she starts to come.

I feel it through the tip of my dick, down my balls and into my fucking soul.

“My king, yes, God, yesssss…” She’s off and I blow.

The first load sprays out of me like the geyser in the valley every spring. It takes away my breath, my heart about to pop from my chest and I feel our souls entwine.

Her tiny opening locks down tight as my knot swells to its full size, binding us together. My hips continue to hump against her, drawing out her release as she soaks my abdomen, down my hips, into my leather and seeping onto my balls, as pump after pump of my orgasm has me standing tall ready to beat my chest like a beast.

I start to roar but Calliope catches the back of my neck with one hand, holds one of her tits upward and pulls me down, shoving it nearly down my throat to muffle my bellow.

It works. I suck hard as my hot seed empties inside of her, locked in place by the swollen ball until we are both spent, panting, and I run my fingernails down her side, the need to mark her still strong even as stars dance in my eyes and I collapse on top of her softness.

The storm of our mating softens, both of us panting, slick with sweat and arousal as I kiss her neck, running my fangs up the softness of her flesh, listening to her soft breathing. We stay like that for many minutes, my body keeping us together until my seed is planted. Through the pleasure, a scratching of doubt invades the happiest moment of my life.

What if we can never leave this place? This below ground loophole in the curse? How can I bind her and our children here because we cannot exist anywhere else together?

Calliope’s hands come to cup my cheeks, pulling my mouth to hers in a soft kiss, driving away my doubts.

“My king,” she whispers.

“My beautiful red songbird. Sing to me.”

“Rian, now?”

“Yes, it’s perfect. Sing me a soft song, calm the beast.”

She starts, an old lullaby I remember from my childhood. My heart slows, the knot in my cock diminishes, but I do not wish to ever leave the snug warmth of her cunt. I want to lick and fuck her into eternity and I only hope the gods decide our lives are worth more than this cave can offer. Lest she decide living in the dirt and rocks with a monster is not a life she can sustain.

When her song ends, my cock is hard again, but there’s a sound from the stairway.

“They’re down here. You should bring help, we have to bring the wine, the crates of food to the kitchen.”

Servant voices.

I pull back, my cock popping from her wet opening and I look down.

“The gods are good,” I say, watching her pink, battered opening gush with thick, white seed.

“Go!” She tugs the top of her dress into place but I need to do one more thing.

I take two fingers and pump all the sticky white cream up inside her, as deep as I can, before she pushes at my arm and I stand her back onto the floor, smoothing her skirts.

“I will be back. In the morning.” I grunt the words, making sure she hears the truth in them. “I will brook no argument.”

“Fine! I will come, but go now, through the door before they see.”

“I do not care if they see.”

“Rian, please. We need to figure out how to live in this world. I must go to Zacharias, I must make sure this will not cause war. Hurt more people. Please, just a day. Two at most.”

“Fine, but you belong to me now. Forever.”

“Forever,” she whispers as I tug up my soaked britches and close the barrels and crates of the door behind me, disappearing again into the darkness.

CHAPTER 5

Calliope

“My lady.” Meina comes through the heavy tapestry in the corner of the room that hides the servant tunnel, as she does every morning. Only, today, she’s early. Almost too early.

Unlike most days, today, I am already up. Barely have I slept, and I stand, my nightdress open down the front, fluttering in the morning breeze as I stare from the window, my breathing fast, my thighs still quaking from the pleasure I gave myself just moments ago, knowing Rian was there on the edge of the woods watching.