Page 118 of Of Monsters Of Kings

His voice rumbled all around me. Through the wall under my hand and forehead and up through my feet to vibrate my body.

“Might I touch you, Perantiqua?” he asked.

I took a breath. “You cannot.”

“I have an idea that I might touch you with my power.” He stroked up the middle of my back in display.

I shivered and gasped.

Did I want to give him this gift tonight? Did I want this gift for myself too? I felt fragile after our discussion. I’d felt fragile upon coming here. I’d learned once, when younger, how arousal could confuse a person and leave them desperate and wild. “You must not leave me wanting, See.”

He hissed. “I will never leave you wanting again.”

I remained facing the wall. “Then touch me. I have longed for it.”

“As have I, maiden.”

I sank through the stone wall. The stone solidified again when I was halfway through, my upper body in the outside hallway, and the rest of my body in the dining chamber with See. I couldn’t move my hips. Of course, I could break free of this stone if I chose.

Couldn’t I? I didn’t wish to test it and dispel the illusion of being trapped.

My breath quickened as See’s power lifted my dress. Cool air brushed my calves, then the backs of my thighs. A ripping noise reached my ears as the bottom of my dress was torn away, and I was left in my underwear.

Was he sitting in his throne or standing as close as he dared?

I pushed up against the lower wall, staring at the nude scenes covering every wall.

His power massaged its way up my legs, and when he passed my knees, I started to feel every bit of the attention between my thighs.

The king pulled my underwear taut and then jerked it off with a savage burst.

I was bare to him, and I wished to witness if he was mad with longing at the sight. I never wanted him to think of her again. I wanted him consumed with thoughts of me.

I wanted him to love me.

I banished the whimsical thought, determined to enjoy this exchange for what it was.

His power parted my legs and then spread my cheeks wide to bare me further still.

He’d touch me soon. Surely he’d touch me soon.

His groan drifted from the dining chamber into the hall, and I would’ve smiled if the anticipation wasn’t driving me insane.

The king pushed his power between my legs and dragged down to the button I’d circled when pleasuring myself. He flicked it gently, and I jerked against the stone.

My.

He flicked again, and I moaned. He flicked in rhythm with slightly too long between each touch. Enough that I nearly couldn’t bear the wait. Enough that I savored each press. My moan was more of a constant whimper when See pressed a rod of his power against my entrance. I gasped and wiggled at the size, but he quickly shrunk the width to better proportions. When he pushed inside, I didn’t know what to make of the pressure. He was exploring parts of me that I hadn’t yet explored, and I wanted him to explore them, and him alone.

Flick.

He slid in and out, and my eyes popped as a warmth built steadily deep within me in response. I couldn’t move my hips back against him, but if I’d been free, I’d have sunk to all fours to achieve it.

Flick.

My toes curled in my heels. My moans and pleas echoed down the hall, and my face showed equal pained rapture to the models in the paintings. I knew how they felt. I wanted what they’d wanted.

Flick.

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