Page 119 of Of Monsters Of Kings

“See,” I pleaded.

In. Out. Flick.

The warmth built with each movement, then started to subside between times, but I could feel it mounting. I wanted to will it to completion. I want it to never get there and to exist in this space of mindless pleasure. I could feel slickness on my thighs.

Closer.

“See,” I urged.

The pace didn’t change. I sobbed a little as pleasure drifted in and out like dusk and dawn.

My thoughts weren’t my own, and my body felt far away. I was a creature of rhythmic moan and shaking. I could feel myself swept up in it and not in control of anything.

Flick.

And that was enough.

I jolted violently with all See had unleashed in me, feeling how the surrounding palace shook with the force of our pleasure making. He was present through it all, and I felt cradled by him in the deepest thicket of my climax. I didn’t mind him witnessing my undoing.

I shook and trembled. Tears fell from my eyes. I could feel how my body clenched in the aftermath and wondered what a king thought of seeing such things.

But then, when my body was still sensitive, his power slithered between my folds once again. The push and pull was rapid, and I screamed at first. When the intensity shifted to a promise of more pleasure, I screamed for more.

I slapped my hands against stone and found I could slightly move my hips to rock against his power.

Rapid.

So fast.

A blur.

This was no slow descent this time. I erupted, and when King See didn’t stop sliding his power between my legs, I screamed my way into fresh mindlessness.

I was departed from reason, an animal of instinct. I’d become ancient enough to revel in that abandon and not feel ashamed or confused about receiving such a gift.

There was a soft press against my core like a kiss as the last of my shakes left me. King See’s power retreated, and I absorbed the swollen and satiated and slick feeling of me.

Here, this monster had made me feel so much, and we’d never touched. I almost laughed at the idea that we’d do anything other than end up chained to each other.

I lifted a hand to wipe my eyes and stilled as embroidered leather boots caught my focus. I jerked upward and looked directly at King See down the hall.

How long had he been lurking there?

He’d watched my rapture—every bit if I had to guess. And here I’d felt so secure on this side of the wall.

“We have our answer to one question at least,” he said darkly. Hoarsely. “There can be no passion without claim. You can feel uncertain of our future, Perantiqua, but I will not allow you a future with another. None shall see this part of you but I.”

I was trapped in his wall, naked from the waist down aside from my towering heels. My body still pulsed from his ministrations. None of that was the reason I agreed with him. “There will be no other for you. There will be no other princesses, See. There will be no Princess Take.”

“There has been none of her since you blinded me, maiden. There will be none of her ever.”

We weren’t king and princess, but we were something. I had no wish to define our us beyond the fact we wouldn’t share passion with others. Not yet.

King See eased free of his velvet jacket, then hooked the garment over a ghoul statue. “To cover yourself in,” he said. “I'm afraid your magnificent gown didn’t make it.”

He tucked my torn underwear into the breast pocket of his billowing, black shirt. “You will feel me until dawn.”

I would feel him always.

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