Page 77 of Of Monsters Of Kings

He cut off, breathing hard, and even blurred as he was, the passion he spoke with entranced me.

King See faced me. “There, I have been more honest with you than with myself. That is why I stopped you that night. Because I had you in the palm of my hand, and I lost trust in myself to treat you as you deserve.”

The picture he’d painted was monstrous. I was enamored. “You desired me greatly, sir. You desired me so much that you wished to put me in a state where others would witness your control over me. You wanted me to lose myself to you.”

He turned away, resting a hand on the wall. “A vice I was unaware of in myself until that night. And still I wonder, would you have let me do such things?”

Didn’t he know that everyone in existence had a vice? At least he’d spoken his aloud and reined such darkness when needed. Some of what he’d said, though I wouldn’t tell him, had elicited a forbidden shudder in me.

I answered, “I would have that night, yes. Since you have been very honest with me, shall I tell you what I might have wished for that night?”

“Yes,” he hissed, still facing away. “Tell me.”

“I would’ve wished your mouth on mine, your body too. I would’ve wished to look into your eyes as you entered me. I would’ve wished your hands on me, and mine on you. I would have wished to see you.”

For the first time in our acquaintance, I could see his clothing in clearer detail. I’d seen his embroidered boots many times, but he didn’t wear the heavy velvet coat that I recalled. His shirt was black silk like the sheets concealing me and hinted at the strength of his towering, lean frame. Did he have chalky, white skin like his princes? I couldn’t tell, though long black hair rested against his shirt. What I could see of him excited me more than I could say.

I sat up in the bed, knowing well and good my white dress wasn’t on anymore. My unsymmetrical, stitched-on breasts were bare for his view above the black, silk sheet pooled around my hips, and I tried not to think of them too much.

“Mistress, how I mourn none of that will be,” he said, and turned.

His sharp inhale was music to my ears, the most delightful medley. I’d shocked him as intended.

“You are uncovered, mistress,” he breathed. “Your dress was filthy when I found you, and I had my princes undress you under the strictest supervision. They did what they could to preserve your dignity with the sheet; however, you are nude.”

My lips twisted. “King See, do not worry yourself. I am aware of my nudity.”

His breath quickened, and he paused in the midst of focusing elsewhere. “You seduce me then.”

“Is that what you are? Seduced?”

“Seduced. Struck down, I know not a word for what you inspire in me.” He exhaled. “You are not of this place. The sight of you uproots me, and I do not feel comfortable in that for there is much I must be securely grounded to do.”

His discomfort was heady. “Take yourself in hand, sir.”

“Myself,” he echoed, and I purred at his stupefied state. I was doing this to a king, and that excited me.

“Your cock, King See. Take it in hand.”

He hesitated, and I imagined the war in him. Glee filled me when he crossed to the armchair in the corner and loosened the laces of his trousers. I could not see what he did, but I didn’t need to see. I could sense. So I leaned back on my pillows, arching my back to push my breasts higher for him.

I was ancient indeed this dusk.

His scent filled the room, and I inhaled. Somehow, though I only fathomed it now, I’d always been aware of See’s smell and the lightness that clung to my skin and clothing after our visits. I listened to his soft groan and the brush of his silk shirt as his arm moved against his torso.

I listened to him pleasure himself.

“Ah,” he sighed.

King See didn’t feel ancient right now. He might still feel in control, but he was wrong. I was in control.

I stood on the bed, drawing the silk sheet with me. He pumped harder. I looked to where his eyes might be, then dropped the sheet, baring myself in full. A deep groan, a pleading whisper of my name.

The power I held was heady.

I lowered to my knees and sat on my haunches, then I spread my knees wide to give him a tiny glimpse of where I wanted him to be. As he jerked, I turned from him to crawl up the bed, exposing my most feminine parts so that he might dream of defiling me.

A thought occurred to me, and on all fours, I reached to drag my middle finger up through my folds.

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