“I will breed you. Fuck you until I am rooted inside you. My seed will be your reward. In your mouth, your pussy and even here.”
He releases a hand, spreads my rear with his finger and presses against my tight back hole. The pressure is so erotic, I clamp down and gush all over him, making him roar as his finger pops inside me.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” I can’t stop repeating the word, over and over as the orgasm tumbles through me, like lightning on a summer night. Golden flashes on the dark sky, and before I know it, Rian has turned me around, spinning me on his tree branch of a cock until I’m facing away, my rear end against him, my feet finding the hardness of his thighs, my hands darting out to find the wall in front of me.
“I will fuck you in every way. In every hole. Mine forever.”
Another climax bursts from me and it’s almost painful it comes so hard and fast.
“You are so tight. I cannot hold on. Take my seed, my love. Take my heart.”
The thick ball on his cock presses into my walls, filling me as he bursts. I’m helpless, dangling in the air as he pumps ferociously inside me, thick hot sprays of his climax filling and spilling down my thighs as I ride out my orgasm, feeling like I’m dancing with the stars.
By the time he is done, his release is running down my legs, dripping from my toes.
Then he walks us back to the bed, lays me down and I look up at the monster, the man, my king, my love.
I fall into a deep sleep, Rian behind me, my body cradled against his. Then, I hear voices.
“Wake.” Rian is standing, half dressed.
I roll over to see him peeking out from between the casks and crates, holding his finger to his mouth.
“I do not know where she is.” I hear Meina’s voice. She sounds distressed.
“We’ve looked everywhere!” That’s another servant, Agnes.
“She has to be here. Please, gods on high, do not tell me she’s tried to go outside. She was talking nonsense about it earlier today. Agnes, rush now, have the guards walk the perimeter. I will keep looking. If anyone finds her, have her come at once to the garden room. Tell her it is urgent. And, Agnes…”
“Yes, my lady. If they do find her outside…” Her voice trails off.
“Never mind…just go. I’ll go looking in the aviary. She may have taken some time there.”
With that, they retreat. My heart stalls and I know, my dreams of living here with Rian may be just that.
Dreams.
CHAPTER 6
Calliope
“What is it?” I ask as I emerge from the stairwell, my heart hammering away, my low-burning candles sputtering as I step into the light of the main room.
“Your highness! There you are, I was afraid that maybe…”
“I’m fine. Look, all in one piece, not frozen to death.” I try to keep my breathing steady and to sound annoyed as the taste of him still tickles my mouth, his scent still in my nostrils.
The itch of his cum still drying on my thighs beneath my skirts.
She frowns as she looks at my candles, then clicks her fingers at a few maids nearby, who head my way with candelabras.
“What’s the emergency, Meina?”
“Zacharias, he’s here,” she says, concern in her eyes.
“Here? I wasn’t expecting to see him until tonight.” If at all.
“Well, things have changed. It seems your letter to King Custevale wasn’t well received. Poor Lowell, the man you dispatched to take it? He is one hand lighter.”
My eyes go wide. “What? Oh, Meina, why would they do such a horrible thing?”
“Come,” she says, taking my hand. “Zacharias is waiting for you. He’ll explain everything. But there may not be much time. He shouldn’t be traveling in his condition.”
“In his condition?” I ask, but the words fall on deaf ears.
We hasten through the castle, and find Zacharias in the sunroom. Here, we’re indoors, but there are so many windows at all heights that it almost feels like being outside. On a good day, I can even smell the flowers in the garden.
But today is not a good day. Today, all I smell is disease.
Zacharias is laying on a black velvet daybed, as pale as I’ve ever seen him, an attendant standing nearby with a handful of handkerchiefs. When Zacharias starts to cough violently, the man leans down tenderly, passes him a handkerchief, and helps him to roll to clear his chest. The cloth comes away red.
“Calliope,” he croaks out through ragged breaths when he sees me, and even manages a smile but it is fleeting. “My dearest girl, please come closer. I’m afraid I can’t—can’t raise my voice.”
“What happened?” I ask, fearing some poison or attack brought on by my letter. “If I’ve put you in danger, I’ll—”