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My cheeks heat. I should remind him that we’re not married, but that would ruin the moment. I need that second climax, right now.
“Yes.” He elongates the vowel. “Show me how you would take your king’s cock.”
I hold the wand’s rounded tip at my entrance.
“Shove it in,” he says, his voice a low command.
I have no choice but to obey. The crystal is hot and hard as it slides in, making my muscles flutter. I keep my eyes on the Boogie Man’s as I push it past a spot inside me that ignites bolts of pleasure.
“That little toy could never satisfy such a demanding queen,” he snarls. “I would split open your tight little cunt. Make it deep. Make you moan.”
“Please,” I say with a whimper.
“Pleasure yourself.” He strokes his shaft faster, his fingers sliding over one of the heads.
I move the massage wand in and out of my pussy with the same rapid movements, imagining it’s him fucking me. The crystal dildo is a poor alternative to the intense stretch that the Boogie Man promises, but it’s still better than having him tear me apart with his claws.
The Boogie Man brings my underwear to his nose and his abs tighten as he strokes himself, deepening the grooves separating each muscle. The markings across his chest move toward his shoulders, exposing his nipples.
I want to roll those tight little nipples between my fingers, just to see his expression.
“Come on, my love,” he croons. “Show your king how you cum.”
At his words, the muscles of my pussy clench so hard around the dildo that I’m seeing stars. The second orgasm is a pleasure that borders on pain.
I’ve never climaxed so hard or with such naked intensity. I cry out, my gaze locked on the eyes of my enemy as he bares his teeth.
“Y-your turn,” I say between panting breaths.
“Here it comes.”
His abdominal muscles tighten, and his wings flare out to their full width. Even the muscles on his thighs quiver as he strokes harder, faster, and brings my underwear to the space beneath his cockheads.
“Fuck,” he roars.
Streams of salt spurt from two of the tips. His knees buckle, his face contorts, as the rest of his body jerks and spasms with what looks like an agonizing climax.
My lips part as salt sprays on the invisible barrier before drifting down like fallen snow.
The Boogie Man bows his head, breathing hard and fast as those strange cock-heads take their turn ejecting white crystals. I can’t tell if he’s in agony or ecstasy.
I shuffle to the edge of the bath, my brow furrowing.
“Do orgasms cause you pain?”
When he finally raises his head, all traces of lust vanish, replaced with a look of burning hatred.
The shock of seeing such animosity makes me skitter to the other side of the tub.
“This is your doing, Alienor,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Not only has your magic mutilated my cock, and cursed me into eternal sexual fidelity to you, but I now shoot salt instead of semen. You have condemned me to centuries of frustration and excruciating pain.”
My lips part with a gasp. “I didn’t know.”
He slashes at the invisible barrier. “Mark my words, woman. For every injury you have inflicted on my person, you will suffer tenfold.”
“But it wasn’t me—”
“Silence,” he roars. “You know what you did.”
