“What was the ‘but’about?” Caliane asks, gathering her skirts around her thighs. She straddles my lap, regarding me with curiosity.
I try to look away, but it’s hard. My queen knows how to corner me. She knows all too well.
“Many things,” I say, putting the knife away. Caliane offers another distraction, her soft, warm thighs bared to my touch. “The most obvious one is that it still hurts you sometimes. I’m too big.”
She waves her hand as if her pain is of no consequence. Anger ties my guts into knots. Shestilldoes this, and I hate it. Caliane says suffering is a part of life, and all good things should be tinged with a bit of pain. The good always comes with a pinch of the bad. And the other way round.
I suspect she doesn’t believe she deserves to be completely happy, though.
BecauseIdon’t, and we’re both so similar.
“Don’t wave it away like that. I hate to see you hurt.”
She grabs my cheeks and tilts my head down so I have no choice but to look into her green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
“Arvi, but it hurtssogood,” she says with a breathy moan. “I like that ache. You should know by now just how much I like it.”
I swallow, knowing my cheeks have purpled with a flush. I can’t help it even after five years. She’s hot. I don’t ever stop wanting her.
“Even if you do, I might lose control, sweet,” I say, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “I’ll want to bottom out to breed you better. Make you take my knob. What if I can’t hold myself in check? The very thought of giving you a child…”
I look away, letting my hand slide back onto her thigh. It’s agony. Exquisite, terrifying agony.
“If that’s your only concern, you may rest easy,” she says, leaping off my lap. “Let me show you my new toy.”
I watch as she reaches into her chest of drawers, taking out something that looks like a sculpture made of amethyst. Caliane turns, holding it up in both hands, and I snort. It’s a polished, gleaming, pink dick—in my size, no less. Maybe not as girthy, but the length seems to match.
Caliane puts it away with a small huff, and I realize it must be heavy.
“What’s that, sweet?”
“I’ve been practicing in secret,” she says with a proud smile. “Anke gave me more exercises. It turns out human flesh is malleable when one is determined enough. I am. I know how much you want to fit all the way in. Consider this my gift to you.”
Blood rushes right to my groin, and I shake my head, fighting to keep my thoughts alert. Her very words—fit all the way in—pound through me with every eager beat of my pulse. I can’t shake off the image of Calianepracticing.Oh, the wench. The lovely, horny, sweet, wonderful little cumslut.
“Are you telling me you fucked yourself with that thing?” I ask, getting up to distract myself from the boner tenting my pants. “You were here all alone, stretched open, and stuffed yourself—with that?”
Her eyes glitter as she strokes the amethyst toy with one finger, her eyes brazenly trained on me.
“Yes. It took a few months. I was able to put it all in for the first time yesterday.”
I can’t hold back a groan. She doesn’t flinch away when I eat up the room with long steps, stopping only when I’m too close, my hand hovering over the sculpture. I pick it up, and yes, it’s heavy.Almostas long as my shaft. Maybe save an inch.
“Are you trying to kill me,laruna?” I ask, my head full of lewd images, blood roaring in my ears. It’s no use. I can’t control it.
“Oh, pish. You’ll be fine. You get hard without fainting now, don’t you, darling? Say, do you want to practice? I’m still on the brew, so no babies yet, but you can test me and see how well I’ve prepared for you.”
I try to focus, but it’s difficult. The thought of being able to plunge into her softness, of feeding her my knob, overpowers all else.
“Don’t you have a council meeting soon?” I ask, clenching my fists desperately.
“Yes, in about half an hour. Better be quick.”
She reaches back, quickly undoing the ribbons tying up her dress, and lets it pool around her bare feet. She’s gloriously naked underneath, not even wearing underwear. A suspicion pierces through my haze of arousal.
“You planned this.” I shake my head, feeling tricked and yet grateful.
“Of course. My days are busy, Arvi. If I want to corner one of you for myself, I have to be crafty about it. Go on. Show me yourmeat rodand let’s compare it to this one.”
