She shakes, hovering on the precipice. I thrust, stretching my queen to the brim, and gushing wetness bathes my lap. She squeezes me tightly like only she can, locking us together. I give in. My balls tighten, and blinding ecstasy shoots down my cock as I stuff her body with my release.
“Oops.” She collapses on top of me, and I can’t contain a grin. “You were right. It willdefinitelytake longer than fifteen minutes. I’m afraid we’re stuck, beloved.”
Caliane’s response is a slurred mess which I don’t even bother to comprehend. She’s pliant and relaxed, a well-fucked queen, and I consider my knightly duty to be perfectly fulfilled.
“But that’s good. You have time to rest now. Like this. Lean on me and let me hold you.”
I put my arms around her heaving frame as her head lolls against my chest. My cock stands stiff inside her, gripped tight by her unrelenting muscles. It will take some time for her body to let go.
“Oh, Khay,” she murmurs after a few minutes. “I really have a lot of work to do.”
“You always do, though,” I tease her, not feeling guilty in the slightest. “And you don’t let anyone help with most of it. I’ve told you for a long time to hire someone who’ll write your letters for you, at least.”
“But I—”
“Yes, yes, you’re the best person for the job. But guess what? The people who receive your letters don’t care about how perfectly worded they are, or about your excellent penmanship.”
“Penwomanship, if anything.” She sighs, closing her eyes. “But Ienjoywriting them, Khay. Well, the interesting ones at least. That should count for something.”
“Mm-hmm. Why don’t you hire someone to write the boring letters then? And keep the fun ones to yourself?”
She shrugs, and I caress the cooling skin of her décolletage, pushing my fingers under her dress. I perversely love that she had it on while I fucked her. It made it so much naughtier. A shout drifts in through the open window, and I lean back on my hands with a blissful sigh. I got my queen to scream and everyone in the courtyard heard her.
“Goodbye, sweet pussy.” I caress her stomach, where I still sit deep, reaching well past her navel. “I’ll miss you a lot, though I hope to eat you often.”
“It’s just for a few months,” Caliane grumbles, though she sounds pleased. “You say that like you’re in for years of deprivation.”
“Don’t you know? Every day I get with you is a treasure. I don’t take our time together for granted, my love.”
“I love you, too,” she says quietly, laying her palm on top of mine. “And I appreciate what you did—giving me a break I really needed. I’ll think about getting more assistance in the office. I’d love more time with the kids and all of you.”
We sit together for a while longer, my hands roaming. It’s truly a delight that her body is capable of gripping my cock so tightly, we’re inseparable. I will be more shameless about exploiting this in the future to give us more of those aimless, delightful moments of post-coital closeness.
Too soon, Caliane’s pussy relaxes around me. My seed trickles out, and she groans, stretching her neck.
“I have to go. You’re staying to clean up.”
“Yes, my lady.”
I help her stand up, and her dress falls down her body, hiding the evidence of our fucking. She still sheds little sticky droplets that scatter on the floor where she walks. I don’t tell her—she’d only fuss, and there’s no reason for it since I am going to clean up our mess, just like my queen commanded.
Caliane turns in the doorway, giving me a quick, brilliant smile.
“Thank you, my first knight. I am very pleased with your service.”
She leaves, and I drop down to my knees to do my queen’s bidding like the perfect knight I am.
IV Ashes
Caliane
I run to my bedroom for a quick wash, looking out through the windows as I go. Raduna and Arvi are out in the gardens with the kids, playing some sort of game that requires a lot of running and laughing by the look of it. Arvi has Sameel sitting on his shoulders. I wince when I see the boy’s pudgy fists firmly clasped around Arvi’s pointed ears. My knight doesn’t seem to mind, though.
After donning a new dress, I hesitate on the threshold, then turn toward Idrina’s chambers. I know Magnar was just with her, but I want to check on his mother myself.
Her parlor is as dark as always, but I take heart in the strong sound of her voice as she bids me to enter. Idrina reclines on a chaise longue by the fireplace, her wrinkled, paper-thin skin reddened by the glow of the embers.
“Have you come to see if I’m dying yet?” she asks, her voice an unfriendly croak. “Don’t worry. Between you, Magnar, andthe doctors he tries to force on me, I’ll jump in the cremation furnace myself to get away from your fussing.”
