Chapter Twenty-Three

I don’t protest when he slides a finger in my mouth, the same he did the night we met.

“Do you think you will choke, little doe?”

The hand at the back of my head tangles in my hair, and slides to the back of my neck.

From how I’m positioned, I can’t see Kieran’s cock, but I can feel the heat of it against my cheek.

I look up at him all innocent, batting my eyelashes to keep myself from tearing as his finger explores my mouth.
“N-no, sir,” I manage, and the King smiles.

With one smooth motion, Kieran pulls me to the edge of the table and lets my head dangle. All the blood in my body rushes to my head, and my fingertips tingle.

I don’t ever think my heart has ever gone so fast.

The head of his cock meets my lips, swirling softly. It’s softer than I imagined, and larger, too.

“How on earth will all this fit?” He mocks me, sliding just the tip of his cock in my mouth. “How will the little Offering whore put this in her mouth?”

I take a deep breath, unsure of how to answer. So instead I give into my body, writhe a little bit, and moan.

Kieran flicks my nipples, I writhe more.

“If you're looking for attention, little girl, don't be surprised when you get it,” he says.

Then the Midnight King pushes his cock into my mouth.

Or as much of it as I can manage.

I immediately tear up and choke.

From somewhere in the room, one of the twins says, “fucking hell.”

Below me, the table creaks as Kieran thrusts again. I have to move my hands above my head and grab the table to hold onto.

I have nothing to compare it to, but Kieran is big. Very big. I can’t breathe unless he allows it, and the King seems very insistent on making me choke.

“Kallias,” he orders, sliding out of me slowly, “edge her with your mouth.”

I can sense the warrior’s movement. Him traveling around the table.

“Do you think she’s deserving of that?” Kallias asks.

“Did you hear me? I said edge her.”

The sound of two dining chairs scrapes across the floor, then suddenly Kallias is there, hungry as a wolf, grabbing at my ankles and pulling my hips forward.

“Wait, what is he–”

“Trust me, love,” Rhodes says, arms crossed in the corner, “you’ll enjoy.”

I place my head back on the table and open my mouth. Kieran grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand and uses his other to slap his cock against my closed mouth.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, dragging the tip against my lips.

I open my mouth to speak again, but–fucking hell, warm, wet heat meets my clit. A warrior's mouth.

I throw my head back onto the table, Kieran breaks the impact with his palm. The moment I moan, he uses the movement to shove himself back down my throat, hard.

And this time I take almost half of him. Almost.

Kallias swirls his tongue over my clit, and I moan around Kieran’s cock. This causes Kieran to shudder, then slide himself in and out.

Faster and faster he goes.

Tears spring to my eyes. He’s close already, I can feel it, and as far as myself.

Kallias is talented at whatever this is, I’m already about to orgasm. Forget the stories I was told about Kieran’s Kingdom being evil, this place is heaven, this place is heaven.

But just as quickly as I’m about to finish, Kallias removes his mouth.

I try to remove myself from Kallias, but he tsks at me and grabs my shoulders.

“Good girls only focus on making a man come,” he says.

And fuck, I must be losing my mind, my feminist, royal mind, because all I want to do is go deeper on the king and choke.

Kieran takes note of the submission, of that agreement.

“Go again,” he orders Kallias, and this time, at the contact of the warrior's tongue, my hips lash out.

It’s Kieran this time who leans over and holds down my hip bones. He pulls the length of himself out, just for a second.

Just enough time for me to answer, “Do you want to come, whore?”

I nod. I must have pleased him, then.

“And have you ever come before?”

“N-no.”

Kallias moans from between my ankles. The vibrations are enough to get me thrashing again.

The warrior holds down my ankles, his violet eyes meeting mine. “Beg him for it,” Kallias tells me.

I raise a brow. “What?”

Kallias nods with a handsome submission to the male behind me. “Beg permission from your King to come for the first time in your life.”

Kieran uses his forefinger to grab my chin and make me look at him. “I’m listening,” he says, but I’m only looking at his cock.

And they all understand what I want. Not just to orgasm, but to do so with Kieran’s cock in my mouth.

The King nods at me, and I turn my head to the side and slide my tongue over his length.

He doesn’t protest as I use my hands, as I begin to stroke him and use my tongue.

“Fuck, Remi,” Kallias moans, and I can feel myself building, feeling myself about to explode.

My body is practically singing against the table, the whole room spinning with the movements of Kieran thrusting into my mouth.

“Please,” I say in between breaths. “Please can I come?”

Kieran reaches over the table and grabs each of my nipples, twisting them every so slightly.

“Please, Kieran, by the gods.”

“Go on then,” he says. “Come for me while they all watch.”

Then Kallias flicks his tongue over my slit and rubs circles with his thumb.

And I finally let go.

Heaven. I’ve gone to heaven.

I think I may have said that aloud.

My vision goes white and all the pressure in my head releases. I’m not here, on this planet, I’m somewhere among the stars.

Every inch of my skin burns with pleasure as the adrenaline in my blood transforms into pleasure. My muscles are sore as if I ran ten miles, and my nipples are plump and hard.

Kieran suddenly grabs my cheek and grunts, then he slams into me so deep that I choke. Tears fill my eyes as he orgasms, right into my mouth.

When he finishes, he pulls out of me, both of us panting.

It’s at this point that Rhodes comes around the table, a large bulge in his fighting leathers.

“Can I?” the spymaster asks.

It takes me a second to notice that he’s not asking me, but his King.

Kieran slumps into a chair and nods his permission.

I’m burning all over.

Rhodes drops his pants, and is about to run his cock around my lips when Kieran says, “Not like that.”

I half rise from the table, propping myself on the elbows.

Kieran lights a cigarette as if preparing for a show. We all wait for his command, wait for his order.

“On your knees,” he orders me with a wave of his hand, “take both of them at once.”